Natasha worked the second bottle of champagne into the ice cubes in the bucket. 'Darling, if I couldn’t control your cock, what chance have you got. Now, be a sweetie and carry this up stairs.' Barrie took the ice bucket without comment, he knew they were right.
In the copse, Dudley Wink had set up the one-man bivouac and his camera. His main worry was lighting. Zooming into the Billingsgate’s bedroom window was okay for the moment because being a double aspect room the evening sunlight was flooding through net curtains on the other side. He could deal with back lighting, but sunset was just after 7pm. The only chance of getting anything after that would be if they left lights on and curtains open, which was most unlikely. Perhaps he should get some sleep and hope for some early morning action, it made sense, but he was reluctant to leave his camera. There was always the possibility that the delectable Natasha was home alone. He gave himself another ten minutes and was thinking about some sort of an alarm system for detecting movement, when something flickered on the screen. He pushed the backlight button. It was Billingsgate, putting something on a bedside table. It was an ice bucket with what looked like a bottle of champagne. Something blocked the picture and he quickly zoomed out to find Natasha by the window. No – not Natasha – easy to make the mistake though – it was another gorgeous blonde. Was that bastard cheating on his wife? No – Natasha moved in alongside her. She was pointing towards the copse. He eased back into the shadows, but she was pointing across the fields now, obviously showing her the view. They turned towards each other and kissed. Were they sisters? Now they were looking back towards him and…he couldn’t believe it…they were slowly taking their clothes off. He set his camera to movie and gently pushed down on the start button.
Barrie groaned. His old boy twitched as soon as they began to undress in time to the music that Natasha had chosen for the occasion. When they turned towards him, both completely naked, his erection was almost complete, although severely restrained by underpants and trousers. As if choreographed, they moved gracefully in opposite directions. Natasha onto the bed and Sam over to him. She said nothing, just stood behind and turned him towards Natasha who sat on a pile of cushions and resting her back against the padded headboard. She looked directly at them and smiled as she cupped her breasts with both hands, before moving her right hand, slowly and sensuously down over her stomach, fingers stretching to make contact with her clitoris. As her fingers began to move, Sam’s hands came around from behind and slowly unbuttoned his shirt. He felt her breasts press hard against his back as her nimble fingers unfastened his belt and eased the zip down, just far enough so that she could pull the shirt out from his trousers. Then taking hold of the shirt on both sides, just below the collar, she pulled it off, as if undressing a young child. Barrie could not take his eyes off Natasha who now had three fingers of her left hand inserted into her vagina and moaned softly, as the fingers of the right hand described a circular motion over her clitoris. His old boy was painfully trapped in his underpants, but Sam came to the rescue, reaching in to ease it out with one hand as she pulled trousers and pants down with the other. Then, holding it with both hands, she felt the blood coursing into it. 'Nice one Barrie', she whispered, waggling it up and down until it was so stiff it was difficult to move it at all. She grinned at Natasha. 'Well done Tash – Barrie’s brain is back in its normal place.'
Barrie said nothing. Natasha was about to come, he could tell, he knew how her body worked. The heavy breathing – the legs stiffening, but somehow, she managed to stop on the brink and with a defiant stare, slowly withdrew her fingers, sucked on them and made a signal for Sam to join her. Sam gave Barrie’s penis a final tweak, before skipping to the bed and laying down with her head in Natasha’s lap.
'Come on Barrie, or do you want Sam to perform for you as well?'
Sam smiled at him and let one hand stray down towards her vagina.
Barrie kicked off his trouser and pants, hopped on alternate legs to drag off his socks, and then moved quickly to the end of the bed. He looked at the delicious creatures on the bed and was at a loss to know where to start. Natasha solved his dilemma.
'Guests first Barrie, but the rules of the game are that you follow our directions, I want more than ‘a good seeing to’ and Sam deserves more than a bonk.'
Holding Sam‘s shoulders she directed Barrie to make love to Sam, as she had done and when Sam eventually convulsed into a wonderfully noisy orgasm – they were as one.
SIX MONTHS LATER
Chief Superintendent Cullen was happy with the manslaughter conviction. Another case solved and vindication for his trust in modern policing methods. He had lost Detective Sergeant Kimberley, but that was inevitable. Kimberley was fast tracked to Inspector and the force needed more officers like him. He had been instrumental in bringing the offender to book, despite interference from Detective Inspector Cardhew. How could anyone possibly believe they had not got the right man? Certainly not the CPS, they backed the case all the way. Of course, Cardhew, being Cardhew could not accept he was wrong and decided to take early retirement. He only had a month to go. A younger person would be coming in. Someone he could mould to his way of thinking. There was no place in his team for old-fashioned policing.
DI Cardhew delayed closing the file on the Lovebrace case, much to the annoyance of Cullen who was convinced he was retiring out of a fit of pique. Cardhew was happy with that. What Cullen thought and spread around the station, was not something he would lose any sleep over. Only his mother and Jennie knew the truth. The wedding would take place on a beach in Barbados three days after he closed his office door for the last time. Everyone believed Jennie was leaving the force to go back into teaching, the possibility of them being in a relationship never occurred. Who would think a cracking young woman like Jennie could be attracted to someone like him? They planned their future around working together, but that could wait until they had travelled a bit.
He thumbed through the Lovebrace file, took out all the lab reports and laid them out carefully on the desk. The more he thought about her death, the more he was disinclined to believe it was simply a sex game gone wrong. He kept coming back to the position they found the body in and Jennie’s brave reconstruction. There was something which puzzled him at the time and he was determined to find the answer.
From the roof garden, Julie looked across snow-covered fields towards Lippinston. She had been living and working in the penthouse since Lucy’s death, but now was it legally hers together with all the businesses in the Lovebrace portfolio. That had not been her intention, but it had all worked out nicely and her new found wealth allowed her to let Peter have all the proceeds from the sale of their house. He seemed happy with the new love in his life and she was relieved that they could still talk to each other. Becky had taken the news that she was a lesbian in her stride. Perhaps she had guessed the truth some years ago. She had thought about selling the penthouse, or perhaps splitting it in two, but there were so many good memories of Lucy – apart from the last one. She shivered; it was cold on the roof garden and she had not thought to slip on a coat. She never doubted that what she had done for Lucy had been for the best. She arrived from Suzy’s in the early hours of that fateful morning and as luck would have it, forgot to take Lucy’s driving gloves off. She used the service lift as usual, which again turned out to be a stroke of luck as the CCTV cameras were not recording. It was only ever her intention to creep into bed with Lucy and make love to her, before explaining that she found it impossible to watch, or even think about her having sex with men. She was hoping Lucy would make it easy for her to end their relationship, but wasn’t sure how. As she moved silently into the corridor, a shaft of light from the half-open bedroom door indicated that she could be with someone. She tiptoed to the door and listened. All she could hear was the buzzing of a vibrator, a normal sound for Lucy’s bedroom. She peered in and was shocked to find her trussed-up on the bed. Lucy looked up as she entered and when she hurried across to untie her, made it obvious that was not what she wanted. She had difficulty talking with the gag in her mouth but managed to convey that a client was arriving. She heard the front lift start to work and fled across the passage to the office. After carefully closing the door, her attention was drawn to the new flat screen monitor, next to the computer. She never thought to ask what it was for but as soon as she saw the six images of Lucy on the bed, she knew. Later, when she saw herself on the Anita von Beta website she was shocked and bitterly disappointed with Lucy, but since then, having watched it many times, she treasured the reminder of the immense pleasure she had been able to give to her. By insisting on the mask, Lucy obviously never
