It was almost two o’clock by the time they climbed back into Duggie’s Range Rover. ‘Pleased with it?’ Duggie gave her a sheepish grin. She had caught him looking at his hair in the rear view mirror.
‘It's very different, I have to say, but I’m not sure I’ll be able to keep it looking the same. I don’t have Maurice’s talent.’
‘Thank goodness for that!’ She reached over the large central armrest and squeezed his forearm, ‘but it’s a good cut, you won’t need to use that comb of yours, just run your fingers through and it will fall into place – and no oil!. If it needs any tweaking, I’ll do it for you.’
He looked across at her and smiled. ‘I like the sound of that, but you can’t make a silk purse out of a sow’s ear Penny. I am what I am – an ugly old sod.’
‘You’re a lovely old sod. The kindest, fairest person I’ve ever known.’
Duggie laughed. ‘Steady on, you’ll make me blush.’
‘I’m serious Duggie. It’s true. All your long term staff love you. They know you have their interests at heart and to be honest, your image doesn’t reflect the real you, all I‘m doing is helping you put that right.’
‘Nothing to do with trying to make me look younger?’
‘Not, but you should look after yourself. Start by coming into the office an hour later every morning and use that time to exercise.’
‘You mean join a health club?’
She kissed him lightly on the ear and whispered. ‘The exercise I have in mind is much more pleasurable.’
Lucinda Lovebrace was working on the table in the dining room when Julie phoned to say she had delivered Rebecca in Nottingham and was about to start the return journey. Did she want her to drop the car off on the way? Lucy flicked open her appointments diary, placed a beautifully manicured nail alongside the initials pencilled in for 7pm, tapped the end of the pencil against her bottom teeth, it seemed a wonderful opportunity. ‘I’ve got a client at seven, why don’t you come round then?’
Julie sounded disappointment, so she put on her best wheedling voice. ‘I’m suggesting seven because it would be incredibly exciting if you could make love to me in front of my client.’
There was a long silence which she eventually broke herself. ‘Of course, if you don’t want to make love to me, I’ll understand.’ She waited, determined not to break the silence for a second time. It seemed an eternity before Julie replied. She smiled, said goodbye and switched off the mobile phone.
In the parked Mercedes, Julie slumped forward and hugged the leather bound steering wheel. What had she let herself in for? She did not want to make love to Lucy in front of some strange man, or woman for that matter, but, if Lucy found the prospect incredibly exciting, what choice did she have? By the time she had collected her thoughts and turned the car for home, she was fantasising on how she would bring Lucy to a glorious climax and prove she had no need for men in her life.
In Lucy’s office, Dudley Wink carefully examined the images in the six boxes on the computer screen. He could zoom in and out, with automatic focus, on each of the six cameras, but had no control over direction. He needed to lock them off. The wide angle overhead camera wasn’t a problem. It was the others which would probably needed slight adjustment and the only way to find out would be to have Nymphie lying on the bed, preferably naked, that way he would be able to see how close he could zoom in without straying from the vital areas of pussy, breasts, or face. He had positioned a second camera in the ceiling, another hidden in a vase of flowers on a table, covering a low angle, from the foot of the bed. One concealed in the padded head board and one each side of the bed in the mirrored wardrobes. He would have liked more, but to get the system started, six cameras would have to do. He should be able cut together good coverage of any sexual action with those, providing the participants did not stray from the bed, and why should they? He had also concealed his own stills camera, which he could activate by remote control. Her hands descended softly onto his shoulders. It made him jump. ‘Are we ready Dudley?’ He breathed in her fragrance. Was she naked? She gently massaged his shoulders and neck. ‘That all looks very professional.’
‘Thanks.‘ He half turned. She was still wearing the kimono, which was a pity. ‘We need to check that each camera is covering the right part of the bed before I lock them off. Could you lay on the bed for me?’
‘Of course. Will I be able to watch it back?’
‘No problem, I’ll switch to record as soon as you get on the bed, but I’ll probably have to make some final adjustments.’
She left the room and he watched intently to see which camera would pick her up first. A flash of red appeared on the area covered by the headboard camera as she walked past the low table with the flowers. Then she came into shot on the right hand wardrobe camera, but as it was set on wide angle, and aimed for action on the bed, she was only visible from the waist down. The kimono suddenly fell away to give him a side view of her shapely legs, as they moved towards the bedside table where she came into full view, stooping down to open the drawer. It was a three quarter angle, so her breasts were hardly visible and he couldn’t see what she was taking from the drawer. He scanned the other images and chose the low angle camera in the flower vase. Bringing the image up to full screen he could see she was placing vibrators of different sizes and colours on the pillow. Had she deliberately propped them up for the camera? In all she took eight sex toys from the drawer, the last being an enormous black dildo. Dudley began to salivate when she lay on the bed and fondled her breasts. Then her attention turned to her pussy as he knew it would. He zoomed in close on her face with an overhead camera and tight in on her pussy with the low angle from the foot of the bed. Fantastic! It would have suited him better had she not known he was watching, but she certainly wasn’t inhibited in anyway. She used the vibrators in the order laid out on the pillow, spending more time with the florescent pink one which simultaneously stimulated G spot and clitoris. She began to thrash about in a frenzy, prompting him to ease the zoom on the low angle camera; he didn’t want to lose any of the action by having it go out of frame. Eventually she reached for the enormous black dildo, laying it between her breasts and licking the end before slowly sliding it down and inserting it into her pussy. She gasped with pleasure and called out for Dudley’s help, but by this time his zip was undone and his hand was on his prick.
‘Dudley! Help me! Will you help me, please?’
She was desperate. Before yesterday she could have whistled, but now he knew she really needed him and that made him feel good. Without bothering to zip up, he set off for the bedroom.
Lucy had expected to reach her orgasm with the dildo, but again it had disappointed’ what was wrong? She hadn’t touched herself since Julie left over five hours ago, normally, if she was in the mood, she could expect to have five or six orgasms in that time. Perhaps that was the trouble, she wasn’t in the mood. The idea she was feeling guilty, doing it without her was a ridiculous notion. She needed to come and she would come. She lifted her head from the pillow to watch Dudley as he walked into the bedroom. He immediately dropped his trousers and began to take off his blue, short sleeved shirt. She didn’t want him to take that off. ‘No. Leave the shirt. You can take everything else off, and then come here, onto the right hand side of the bed.’
Re-buttoning the shirt he did as he was told and placed his right hand on the dildo, but she brushed it away and slowly withdrew it. He heard it bounce on the carpet, then felt her hand on his, without saying anything, she took his index finger and pushed it into her vagina. He curled it round to search for her G spot, but that wasn’t what she wanted. She found his second finger and pushed that in, quickly followed by the other two. With the palm of his hand in side, it seemed natural to use the thumb on her clitoris. He thought her fingers were about to join in but they took hold of his thumb, and pushed it into her vagina. He looked at her face. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open, teeth bared in that desperate grin he had witnessed so many time before. He pushed his whole hand inside, exploring with his fingers but that wasn’t what she wanted either. She told him to clench his fist and as soon as he had, he felt her hands encircle his wrist. Initially they touched lightly encouraging him to push, but as his fist penetrated deeper so her encouragement turned to insistence. She was screaming at him, telling him to fist her harder. Fist her faster. Not satisfied with his efforts her nails dug into the flesh on his forearm, urging him on. She gasped as his fist went deeper. Gasps gave way to screams with every deep thrust. He could see the desperation in her eyes as her hands gripped his elbow and she frantically bucked against his fist. Her orgasm came quickly and if her scream was anything to go by it must have been extremely intense. She let go of his elbow and propped herself up to watch the last few thrusts.
‘Don’t stop Dudley. Don’t stop.’ She gave him a beaming smile as her right hand slid down over her clitoris. He thought perhaps she wanted to come again, but as it turned out, she was adding closure to a fantastic orgasm.
