‘Geoffrey is younger then?’
‘Only by three weeks, but in my book, that makes him my toy boy.’ Gwen chuckled some more. ‘I’ve always wanted a toy boy.’
What’s all this about a toy boy?’ Debbie walked in with the tea, put the tray down on the coffee table and pulled a chair up to join them.
‘It’s my new gentleman friend,’ said Gwen. ‘The one I was waving to when you let me in.’
‘He’s three weeks younger than Gwen.’ Barrie gave one of Natasha’s giggles.
‘A toy boy is a toy boy. That’s what I say,’ said Gwen.
‘Too right! How do you like it Gwen?’ Debbie poured the tea.
‘That’s what I was talking to Natasha about, my back restricts me, but I can still do it the way I like best.’ Gwen grinned at Natasha. She was deliberately misinterpreting Debbie’s question, but Debbie was equal to her. ‘Is that the position you prefer to have your tea in Gwen?’
Gwen chortled. ‘Oh no, can’t drink tea while I’m in that position. I’d spill it all over young Geoffrey’s testicles. Milk with no sugar please my dear.’
Debbie added milk and passed the cup and saucer over. Barrie picked-up the story. ‘Gwen is looking for something with the support of her medical corset, but more pleasing on the eye.’
‘I want it to be really sexy,’ interrupted Gwen. ‘I need the support for my back, but I don’t want anything restricting at the lower front – if you get my meaning.’
Debbie sipped her tea and nodded. Barrie turned and spoke to her.
‘I wondered if your Classic Diva could be adapted, Debs?’
‘In the duchess satin?’
‘I don’t see why not.’
‘No, neither do I. You could provide Gwen with the extra support she needs and it is definitely glamorous.
Barrie turned his attention back to Gwen. ‘It’s one of Debbie’s designs we showed to the buyer of Naughty but Nice yesterday.’
Debbie stood-up. ‘I’ll fetch it down for you to have a look at.’
Barrie put a restraining hand on her waist. ‘I’ve got a better idea Debs, I’ll put it on and model it for Gwen?’
Debbie assured Gwen that it was not too much trouble as she watched Natasha skip up the stairs. There was something different about her, she was more up front about everything than usual. The Natasha she knew, would have offered to fetch the corset, but never model it, perhaps yesterday’s success had really boosted her confidence, which was not a bad thing.
Barrie had great difficulty controlling a fit of the giggles as he closed the fitting room door. He had hatched a great plan; Natasha would model the corset without any underwear, so Gwen would be able to see for herself if it was likely to impede young Geoffrey’s approach. He stripped off, wriggled into the Diva Corset and admired Natasha’s glorious figure. He placed one hand over her exposed sex and held the other out, as if holding the banister rail. He stepped into Natasha’s high heels, having already decided not to wear stockings, and posed again. The hand would not conceal the fact that she was not wearing knickers and he wanted that to come as a big surprise. He picked Gwen’s file off the bed and held it at a strategic angle; perfect! He turned Natasha’s body to look at the rear. If he did a quick twirl, they wouldn’t have time to realise she was not wearing knickers, then, when he faced them again he would whip away the file.
He walked Natasha’s body slowly and sedately down the stairs. Gwen held a hand to her mouth and whispered. ‘Oh my god, that is so beautiful – so beautiful.’
Still holding the file firmly in place, Barrie executed a perfect twirl. He could see that Debbie was pleased with Gwen‘s reaction and entered into a sales pitch.
‘Natasha will be able to provide the extra support you need Gwen. We are buying the satin in bulk, cherry red and black for the Naughty but Nice orders, so if you want it in either of those colours, we will be able to do you a very good price.’
‘That sounds lovely. I’ll have one of each my dears.’ Gwen coughed, delicately. ‘As long as it’s not too restricting – at the front.’
Barrie was quick to take the cue. ‘I thought about that Gwen and reckoned the best way for you to judge would be to model it…’ He pause mid sentence to whip the file away. ‘…without knickers!’
Gwen put a hand up to her mouth again and squealed. ‘Oh my! Oh my god! Oh how wonderful!’ Then, realising what she had said could be misinterpreted; she hastily tried to cover her embarrassment. ‘I mean – the corset. The corset is so wonderful, not your err um…’ Debbie came to her rescue. ‘But you have to admit it is rather neat Gwen and at least it proves that Natasha is a real blonde.’
Gwen giggled. ‘You’re right there my dear and at least I can see there’s plenty of room.’ She giggled again. ‘Oh dear, what am I saying now? I mean there’s plenty of room for what I want. Oh dear, it’s getting worse.’ She collapsed in a fit of giggles. Debbie grinned. ‘Really Tash – what were you thinking?
Barrie couldn’t very well say that he was thinking of what he was always thinking of. ‘I simply wanted Gwen to see…’ Gwen interrupted with more giggles. ‘I simply wanted Gwen to see for herself…’ Gwen was clutching the edge of the coffee table with one hand and holding her ample stomach with the other. ‘I simply wanted Gwen to see for herself that the corset would not restrict those activities in any way.’ Gwen’s giggles were subsiding when the doorbell rang and started her off again.
‘That’ll be Geoffrey,’ she giggled. ‘I told him to come back here after he’d visited a few estate agents. Hope you don’t mind?’
‘Not at all,‘ said Debbie.
‘Do you think he’d like to see the corset?’ asked Barrie.
Gwen collapsed over the coffee table. ‘If he sees you like that he’ll have a heart attack – and I don’t want that – I haven’t finished with him yet.’
Rather reluctantly, Barrie took Natasha’s beautiful body upstairs as a giggling Debbie went to the front door.
Geoffrey Manners was plump and jolly with a shock of white hair and a full white beard framing rosy cheeks. Gwen was sitting next to him, looking through a sheaf of property particulars when Barrie rejoined them. He was sure Natasha would approve, they seemed so happy together, but he had difficulty imagining how their stomachs could possibly allow sexual congress. She told them they were thinking about moving back to the Hamsworth area and on the subject of estate agents, she had a bit of gossip for them. Geoffrey placed a restraining hand on Gwen’s knee. ‘I’m not so sure it was him you know Gwen.’
‘It was him alright, lover.’
Geoffrey patted her leg by way of apology. ‘Well, if it was him, he’s lost a lot of hair over the past six years, that’s all I can say.’
‘Trust me, it was him. I had a lot of dealings with Mervyn – until he went off the rails – so to speak.’
‘Which Mervyn are you talking about?’ asked Debbie.
Gwen sighed. ‘I’m not sure you will know him my dears. Quite a scandal it was at the time though.’
‘Upset all the folk in Laburnham Avenue and thereabouts,’ added Geoffrey.
‘And that was after his wife left him because of that call-girl business.’
‘He was running a call-girl business in Hamsworth?’ Barrie had never heard of one.
‘No, not Hamsworth,’ explained Geoffrey. ‘He used to go to London, but his wife was suspicious and had a private detective follow him.’
‘Caught him in the act, so to speak.’
‘Two of them,’ added Geoffrey.
‘Well, there would be two of them.’ Barrie gave one of Natasha’s little giggles as he made the observation. Gwen looked at Natasha and smiled. ‘Two call girls my dear. Mervyn liked that sort of thing.’ Geoffrey laughed. ‘Story did the rounds that his wife wouldn’t have minded if he hadn’t been paying double bubble.’ Gwen gave him a playful dig. ‘She always was a bit of a penny pincher. Just remember, if you ever want to get up to that sort of thing – you don’t have to pay for me.’ The red on Geoffrey’s cheeks spread across the rest of his face.
‘I think you’ve embarrassed him Gwen.’
‘Never,' said Gwen, ‘He’s too thick skinned for that – has to be to go out with me. Anyway it was definitely Mervyn Turner who was staying at the Complete Countryman.'
