flimsiest, sexiest underwear. Natasha was losing patience. She tried to handle the skirt and blouse delicately as she picked them up off the bed with his big hands.
‘Barrie, this is what I would ordinarily wear for work. Yesterday was an unusual day because of the presentation to Davina Maypole and I chose that particular dress to make life easier for you, but you can’t wear it two days running and that’s final.’
‘How about this frock then?’ He held a black dress in front of her body.
‘That’s for evening wear.’ She was getting really cross, why wouldn’t he take her advice. She lifted her own body out of the way, which was easy with Barrie’s strength, and looked along the rail in the wardrobe. She found a cotton dress in a floral pattern which buttoned up the front, It was a summer dress and they were well into September – but what the hell. ‘There – wear that! And while I think of it, we’d better swap mobiles.’
Barrie took the dress, held it against her body and looked in the full length mirror. ‘Yes – I think that’s more me,’ he said with a smirk. He took his mobile from her handbag and tossed it onto the bed, took her mobile from the dressing table, where it had been on charge and thrust it into the handbag. ‘Oh, and don’t forget you’ve damaged your hamstring. It’ll help you remember to limp if you wear a thigh support, don’t put my trousers on – I’ll get you one.’ He slipped into the dress and without fastening the buttons, ran down to the garage to rummage through his sports holdall.
When he returned, Natasha was struggling with his tie. She still found it difficult to use his large fingers.
‘All fingers and thumbs again?’ Barrie adopted a provocative pose holding a thigh support, which looked as if it could do with a good wash, delicately between the thumb and forefinger of her right hand. The left hand was on her hip, inside the dress, which was wide open. Natasha took the support in Barrie’s hand and sniffed; the strong smell of embrocation, mixed with stale sweat, made her gag.
‘Ughh, that’s dreadful. You don’t expect me to wear that?’
‘Course I do. Come on, give it here.’ Natasha watched as her hand snatched the thigh support and took it into the bathroom. Then, posing in the doorway, he sprayed it with his Lacoste aftershave, before holding it up and sniffing it.
‘There you are nothing wrong with that.’
Natasha propelled his body across the bedroom and snatched it back.
‘It could still do with a good wash – and for heavens sake Barrie, stop posing and button up that dress.’
Barrie tilted her head back and struck a different pose with legs astride – hands on hips. ‘I’m going to miss not modelling underwear today.’
Natasha snorted as she pulled the support over Barrie’s thigh. ‘I’m surprised Davina Maypole bought anything at all if you hammed it up like that all the time.’
‘She was very impressed Tash. Simply adored your bottom.’ He turned and pulled the dress aside to expose a buttock.
Natasha was about to answer when her phone rang. They both made a dive for the handbag; Barrie got there first.
‘Hello. Natasha speaking.’ He poked her tongue out at her – then almost jumped to attention. ‘Er – Gwen – how nice to hear from you. How are you?’ He repeated what she was saying for Natasha’s benefit. ‘You want another medical corset? You’re coming to Hamsworth today? No, that’s not a problem, drop in about eleven and join us for a cup of coffee.’
Natasha waved Barrie’s hands at him and mouthed the word tea, reinforcing it by making a ‘T’ signal with his hands. Barrie was quick to catch on.
‘Or, better still, I’ll make us a nice pot of tea. Look forward to seeing you then – bye.’ Barrie switched off the mobile, threw it on the bed.
‘What do I do Tash? I haven’t a clue.
‘Well, you can’t ask Debbie to help, that’s for sure, she would soon know something was wrong. I’m afraid there’s nothing else for it, you’ll have to take Gwen into the fitting room, help her take all her clothes off, including her corset, and take new measurements.’ She laughed at the look on her own face and added. ‘You’re about to find out that life at DebTash is more than sexy underwear.’
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN.
Penny Betts was getting really angry, or pissed-off as she preferred to call the red mist which had rapidly descended as a result of her frustration. Ryan hopped out of bed for a pee, when the radio alarm came on, she waited expectantly, but the bastard went straight into the shower. He arrived home late last night, full of beer and full of how Barrie Billingsgate had pulled a hamstring and he would be playing first team rugby on Saturday. Cause for a celebratory shag you would have thought? Not Ryan, he rambled on about it being his big chance, and then turned his back on her and fell into a deep sleep. The fact was she quite liked him as a bloke, but he was no fucking good between the sheets; he was going to have to go.
Ryan came out from the shower to find Penny, still in bed, propped up on pillows, covered only by a sheet. He could see from the movement under the sheet that she was, as usual, looking after her own foreplay. She looked directly at him making the movements more obvious. He groaned and covered his head with the towel, pretending to dry his hair; the last thing he wanted right now was sex.
‘Come on Ryan – I‘m ready. The least you can do is give me a good shag.’
He lowered the towel and looked at her. Her eyes were no longer searching for his; they were looking for some reaction lower down, but nothing was going to happen, he couldn’t keep up with Penny – she expected him to shag her at least once a night.
‘Sorry Pen, I’m just not up to it this morning.’
He saw the anger in her face, but too late. ‘You’re never up to it Ryan. When it comes to shagging you’re a fucking failure!’ She grabbed the radio alarm clock and hurled it at him. The radio ceased spewing out a sentimental love song, somewhere between hitting his shoulder and crashing to the floor. ‘You obviously haven’t noticed that I’m a girl who enjoys sex. I need a lot of shagging, more than you’re capable of giving me – so piss off!’
She leapt off the bed and marched towards the bathroom, turning for a final word. ‘I expect you out of my house by the weekend – in the meantime, move all your things – and yourself to the spare bedroom!’
‘But Pen – I’ve got no where else to go.’
‘Yes you have – back to your fucking mother!’
She shut the bathroom door and locked it, not something she would normally do, but she didn’t want him creeping in to placate her. It was too late, she had selected her next man some time ago and as with everything in her life, it was just a matter of timing.
The Hamsworth Towers security guard gave Barrie Billingsgate a salute as the BMW turned into the car park. Natasha lifted Barrie’s hand to reply with a manly wave before swinging expertly into Barrie’s parking space; she was really getting used to the car and coping with Barrie’s body. The amount of sex they had last night should keep his thing under control, even with Sam, who she secretly thought was quite delectable. Was she getting lesbian tendencies? As she opened the car door and moved to get out, the support on Barrie’s thigh reminded her to limp. She locked the car and practiced a limp on the short walk to the entrance.
‘Ryan said you’d pulled something, but didn’t say what.’
Penny caught up with her target and slipped her arm easily through Barrie’s. ‘I’ll pull it again for you in the lift if you like.’
Penny grinned. Natasha grinned back. ‘I’ve been shagging Natasha all night – there’s no chance.’ Penny wheeled them into the express lift, pressed the button and as the doors closed felt for Barrie’s penis. To Natasha’s horror, it began to stir.
‘We have lift off!’ There was a triumphant note in Penny’s voice and by the time they reached the seventh floor she was expertly manoeuvring it out through the top of Barrie’s underpants. At the eleventh floor it was a full erection. As they passed the thirteenth she looked down at the bulge and giggled. ‘What a shame we can’t do
