KLEMPNERShe lowers herself carefully into the water but at the last moment, loses her footing on the slippery base and sploshes down. From my place at the other side of the large bath, I pass her a flute of champagne.She's put up her hair to be clear of the water, twisting it high on her head and pinning it into elaborate bronze coils. Her neck is beautifully displayed; the curve from shoulder to her sculpted jawline and cheekbones. Even naked, she is elegant.She smiles and sips. "Bubbles outside and bubbles inside," she laughs, tilting her glass to me. She has a point. Foam streams over her neck and shoulders and breasts, white against the gleam of her wet skin."If you tell me that champagne bubbles get up your nose," I say, "I'll mark you down as unoriginal.""I'll not say that, then." She wrinkles her nose and sticks out her tongue then, with a flick of her fingers, swishes froth over me and into my own glass, giving me an unrepentant twinkle of the eye as I scoop soap
JAMESIt's a terrible image. Blown up on my laptop screen it's horribly pixilated and badly out of focus....Got to do something about that phone of hers....Kirstie stands beside me, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. Snapping my fingers, I point to another chair with a 'bring it here' motion. She grimaces but pulls it over to sit by me while I work the image to produce something usable. It's still not great but I can make out at least some detail."Can you point him out to me, Kirstie."She points to a figure by the cafe window, barely recognisable as male and fairish. By the time I've enhanced it to something that clearly has a face, I'm at the limits of where image-enhancement will go, at least without a lot more time and more elaborate tools.Still, it's good enough to make out the face.... Sort-of...."Do you know him?" she asks."No. How long was he watching?""A good ten minutes that I noticed. I thought I was imagining things at first, but after
JAMESThe alert icon flashes up on my screen, then within seconds a photo-message appears on my mobile, then another.Good girl....I open up the slave-link to Kirstie's computer and watch the video she has running. This time I have a ring-side view of the cafe window.A fair-haired man is sitting there. It's still indistinct, but it could be the same individual as from the previous poor image. I double check against the stills she sent from her phone then tap a message through.thnx kirstie, james here. sit tight and do nthng. am taking over your screenAnd now I have something real to work with. I re-centre on the face. A little basic cleaning-up, some refocusing and the image is bright and sharp and perfectly clear.I message her again. that the man?yesI zoom in, catching detail; several good clear shots of his face: weather-tanned features are framed by hair with a sun-bleached look. His shirt is open at the top by a couple of buttons showing part of what cou
JAMESTom enters the lobby flanked by a police officer to either side, Kirstie directing them to the conference room where we are waiting.The central table is bare save for a tray with a water jug and glasses. Stanton sits at the end of the table nearest the door, an officer standing by his shoulder.As they enter, Tom is guided to a seat at the end of the table furthest from the door. The police officers stand behind him, one to either side. His face is pale, shiny.Michael enters, quickly looks around the room and then calls something back through the door. Charlotte follows him in, then silently, she sits. Michael takes a seat next to her.Tom's face flashes recognition and he stands awkwardly. "Hello, Jenny." His expression is odd; as though he's trying to smile, but he's nervous. "It is you, then."Her face is a frozen blank. "Hello, Tom. And yes, it's me."He looks around at the gathering. "Am I under arrest?"Stanton shifts in his seat. "Let us say for the momen
"Chad's in the City you know," says Tom."Is he?" Charlotte's pale still, but she's smiling."He is. I ran into him one day down by the arena.""How is he?""He seemed to be doing well. He looked good." Tom sucks at his teeth. "I can see why you were attracted to him." He glances at Michael. "He's married again now, you know."Charlotte blinks. "Married?"Tom's lips quirk. "Not to a girl this time.""Ahh...." Charlotte's eyes widen and she's finally beginning to smile properly. "Well, I hope he's very happy."Tom sighs. "It's all right, Jenny... Sorry, Charlotte. I know what the problem was. I suppose sooner or later he'll tell his parents and they'll stop blaming you for what happened."The door opens, and Stanton pushes his head around, gesturing me out. I leave Charlotte with Michael and her old friend....... I hope....About time she had some....Outside the room, Stanton lowers his voice. "His story stacks up with what we know. We took his fingerprints fr
RICHARDJames brightens but purses his lips. "Don't bother with perfume or jewellery or anything like that...."Hardly...."No, she's not really a perfume and jewellery kind of girl is she...." I laugh."No, she's not. And nothing too expensive either." He flashes me a look.Is he trying to be offensive?"James, money is hardly an issue for me....""It is for her." He sighs, scratching into his hair. "She's sensitive about being given money. Even Michael and I have to be careful about it."Wtf?"Seriously? Michael's married to her. So are you for all practical purposes. A husband is entitled to give his wife gifts...."He rocks a hand back and forth. "I don't think she's fully wrapped her brain around that one yet. She started life and grew up with so little. She's not used to being pampered or cared for. I'm not sure she ever will be."You want to give her everything....... but she won't let you...What would I do?"As a matter of interest," I ask, "what i
RICHARDI work my way along James' racks, trying one thing, then another.He doesn't stint on his budget....Spot a man whose enthusiastic about his hobby....It beats model railways...."What do you normally use on Charlotte?"James leans back against the rack, arms folding, his tone conversational. "I tend towards floggers, but don't let that limit you. If you prefer a crop or a paddle, or whatever, then use it. Just don't leave any stripes on her that will take more than a day or so to fade or you'll have Michael to answer to."Michael's fist.... punching through my office door...."And Michael will be comfortable with this?""He'll be fine." He pauses, rubs the side of his nose. "We used to visit the clubs regularly when we first knew her. I introduced Charlotte to ménage and BDSM, but she took to it like a duck to water. However, we had one occasion...." He sucks at his cheeks....Choosing his words?".... We had an occasion when it got out of hand. Michael r
RICHARDHow to do this?I dress: dark trousers, shirt, tie.... But not the clothes I plan to wear to go out in.Elizabeth is showering and doesn't hear me enter. Her eyes are closed as she washes, her face raised as she rinses under the jets. Water runs in rivulets through the long locks of her hair, making it much darker than when she woke. Foam courses over her shoulders, streams between her breasts and over her belly.My shaft twitches.No reason not to have some fun....Ratchet her along in the right direction....I shift, deliberately making a little noise, and her eyes open. She startles then looks sheepish. "Sorry, Master. I didn't know you were there."She still stands under the jetting shower. "I could see that," I say, drawing closer. Her eyes widen."I'm feeling nostalgic," I say, "for the chambermaid who decided to use my bathroom." Moving deliberately slowly, I unravel the knot of my tie, tug it free then pull it taut between my fists.Elizabeth knows