‘Thank you Dudley, how nice of you to remember not to call me Nympie Nita.’
Ah, but I still think of you that way.’
‘I’m sure you do you little pervert, but it’s nice to have a little respect, especially when your tongue is up my – my – I was going to say cunt, but as a sign of mutual respect, I’ll refer to it as my pussy.’
He laughed. ‘Thank you – you’re very kind.’
‘Not at all, after all we need to have a good working relationship if we’re to defeat Rosie la Bonque. Did you look at her website?’
‘No, I thought you were going to go through it with me?’
‘So I was, I just thought you might not be able to resist taking a peep.’
‘No, I never pay to look at things like that.’
She looked at him keenly. ‘I don’t suppose you do Dudley. Follow me; we’ll have a look before you set up the cameras.’
‘I was thinking about that. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve got everything you need here. But if you have a camera in the bathroom, how come you don’t have one in the bedroom?’
She laughed. ‘I don’t have one in the bathroom. I guessed what you would be thinking of and spoke to you on the intercom.’ He chuckled to himself as he followed her through the kitchen and along a corridor to her office. She knew him better than he knew himself. The office overlooked the roof garden with French doors leading out onto it. He could see Lippinston in the distance; she had a fantastic view.
‘Will you be starting from the computer and running your wires to the bedroom, or the other way round?’
Dudley gave a smirk of self satisfaction. ‘No wires – the camera’s are wireless. All I need is a power source at that end. And a lead from the receiver into the computer. I’ve brought a spare hard drive so, as I said yesterday, we won’t be using the computer memory.’
‘I’m obviously in the hands of an expert.’ She sat down in front of the computer.
‘Pull up a chair. We’ll see what Rosie’s up to.’
Dudley sat down next to her and watched as she logged into the Rosie LeBonque website. Rosie was a red head with incredibly blue eyes, not that you would spend that much time looking into her eyes. What she got up to made Dudley squirm. She was obviously sex mad, the same as Nymphie, and attractive, but in a different way. He watched closely as she worked on herself with a vibrator; nothing very special in that. Then a big coloured guy joined her on the bed with a cock that would make any bloke feel inadequate, except he didn’t use it, not to start with anyway. Rosie encouraged him to put four fingers of his right hand into her pussy and use his thumb on her clit. The scene cut to a close up of Rosie’s face; he was going crazy. From his long experience of spying on Nymphie Nita, he knew she was not faking it. He turned to look at Lucinda Lovebrace and discovered she was watching him, not the screen.
‘So what do you think Dudley, is she as good as me?’
‘Just as sex mad, but she doesn’t do it for me.’
‘I’m pleased to hear it. Do you think we can do better?’
‘I should think so, but you’ll have to find the coloured guy.’
She grabbed him by the wrist and lifted his arm. ‘I was thinking more of a variation on a theme. Make a fist.’ He did as he was told. Using both hands she stroked the clenched fist, and then ran both hands up the arm, as if stroking an enormous penis.
‘I think that will do very nicely – don’t you?
CHAPTER NINETEEN.
When the doorbell rang at number 27 Back Street, Barrie was in the fitting room, studying Gwen’s file. Debbie was downstairs, trying to work out the quantities of the different materials they would have to buy to fulfil Davina’s orders. She placed her pad carefully on top of the splayed sheets of orders and called out to Natasha to tell her she would let Mrs Parsons in. She opened the door to find Gwen waving goodbye to someone in a small hatchback as it drove off down the street. Gwen turned and smiled at her.
‘Hello my dear, that’s my new gentleman friend. I’ve come to see Natasha.’
‘Of course Mrs Parsons, how nice to see you do come in.’ Gwen walked through the door and gave Debbie a friendly pat on the arm. ‘You must call me Gwen my dear, everyone does, even that lovely partner of yours, but it did take sometime. Didn’t seem right to me though, standing there with no clothes on and not being on Christian name terms.’ Debbie laughed and agreed as she took Gwen’s floppy felt and light raincoat and put them on the coat rack. Gwen smiled her thanks. ‘It’s a lovely day, but you never know, it can turn so quickly.’
Barrie skipped lightly down the stairs thinking that if Gwen ever found out he was in Natasha’s body she would probably die of embarrassment. Natasha was very fond of Gwen and always gave her a kiss and a hug so he copied the greeting as best he could and Gwen responded in similar fashion. Barrie gave her one of Natasha’s heart melting smiles.
‘Lovely to see you Gwen, did you have a good trip?’
‘Drove up with my new gentleman friend yesterday, we stayed at that fancy hotel out of town.’
Barrie tried to think of which hotel she could be referring to. Debbie beat her to it.
‘The Complete Countryman?’
‘That’s the one. It’s very nice – but so it should be at those prices.’
‘They do have that reputation,’ said Debbie, ‘I’ll make a pot of tea, the kettle’s on.’ Debbie walked through to the kitchen, leaving Barrie with Natasha’s client. He indicated that Gwen should take a seat and perched Natasha’s body gracefully on the edge of a chair on the opposite side of the coffee table. Gwen seemed proud of her new gentleman friend, how would Natasha react to the news?
‘It must be helpful, having a friend to travel with?’
Gwen looked even more pleased with herself. ‘It’s nice to share a bed again. It’s been a long time since dear Harry past on.’
What was this old biddy doing sleeping with a man at the Complete Countryman? Barrie’s thoughts were obviously communicated through Natasha’s expression. Gwen chuckled.
‘No need to look so surprised my dear. I was doing it and enjoying it before you was born. You youngsters seem to think you invented sex.’
Barrie shuddered. He had worked out a way to make it easy for both of them but unless he could convince her there was no need to take new measurements, he would be seeing her with her kit off and he could not stop an image of all that flesh grinding away on top of some poor bloke. It wasn’t something he wanted to see, it fell into the same category as women exposing their midriffs in public. There should be a law against it as far as he was concerned. Any woman over 30 years age or 10 stone in weight who showed her stomach should be locked up, and if she was tattooed – they should throw away the key! He blocked the image of Gwen giving her gentleman friend a good seeing to from his mind, and adopted the conversational tone Natasha would use.
‘Perhaps it’s because it’s all so up front these days Gwen, young people are expected to have pre-marital sex.’
Gwen looked triumphant as she explained that the advent of the pill gave girls the same freedom for sexual experimentation and new partners as the boys. Barrie was quite shocked when she went on to say that she had several new partners after she married. Harry never found out and although she felt a bit guilty at the time, it was nice to try someone different and know for sure that her Harry was the best. Despite himself, Barrie was intrigued and with one of Natasha’s disarming smiles. 'Do you still enjoy sex, Gwen?' Gwen laughed. ‘Enjoy it? I love it! Always have, except my back restricts some of my favourite positions. That’s what I’ve come to talk about.’
‘I don’t think I’m the person to advise you on the best positions Gwen.’
Gwen chuckled and banged the coffee table in a spontaneous expression of mirth. ‘I don’t suppose you are my dear, you only being married for a year. No, what I need is a fancy corset for my love making. I need the support, but I want a bit of glamour for young Geoffrey. Save doing it in the dark.’
‘I quite like dim lighting.’ Barrie was determined to let Gwen see that Natasha was a woman of experience.
‘Ah yes, but not too dim. I like to see what I’m getting from my toy boy.’
