wanted her to be recognised, so she eventually agreed with Dudley Wink that it could stay on the website and she continued to pay him the agreed royalties.
It was sometime before a man entered the bedroom. He must have taken his clothes off in the long room, for he was naked save for a Bill Clinton facemask. He walked quickly to the bed and taking the ends of the rope near Lucy’s wrists, passed them under the rope around her neck and back to her wrists where he hauled it tight. As her head snapped back, she gasped and the man achieved an instant erection. He was well endowed and Lucy’s eyes hungrily devoured every movement as he began to masturbate. It seemed to take an age with the man slowly stroking himself, rubbing it against her cheek, then moving so she could see it in profile. Julie had never seen a man masturbate before and despite herself, found it fascinating – but obviously not as much as Lucy who was beginning to convulse towards orgasm and desperately trying to add some action to the vibrator buzzing away between her thighs. When Lucy came, it was explosive. She could hear her cries and at the time thought it strange that no word had been spoken between them. Then the man made a fist around his penis and pumped it up and down at a furious pace until, grunting with satisfaction, he ejaculated over her face. A close-up camera showed it splashing onto her nose and cheek as he moved close at the moment of release. He shook his penis to let the last drops fall before wiping it in her hair. Without giving her a backward glance, he turned and walked away.
It seemed to take an age, but eventually she heard the lift descending and rushed into the bedroom. Lucy was in obvious distress with wrists pulled high behind her back. Her fingers were clawing at the rope, striving for the knot and her eyes lit-up when she saw her. Lucy’s right nostril was blocked with sperm and as she inhaled it was making her choke. She hated the grey, slimy, smelly stuff and couldn’t possibly touch it, so, taking the coffee spoon from a mug on the bedside table, she scooped-up some of the copious ejaculation, lifted Lucy’s head and poured it into her left nostril. Lucy jerked uncontrollably against her bindings as she spooned in some more. Then she reached between Lucy’s thighs, located the vibrator and turned it to maximum speed. As Lucy gasped she assured her it was all for the best. She was about to experience what she had been desperately seeking – her ultimate orgasm. When Lucy stopped moving, she left the vibrator running, just in case it was providing latent pleasure. She took the coffee mug and spoon with her to the kitchen, put them into the dish washer, which was part loaded, and started the wash cycle. Carrying her shoes, she left as she entered, eschewing the service lift in favour of the emergency staircase.
When Mervyn Turner was extradited from Spain and charged with her murder, she identified him as a regular client of Lucy’s, with perverted tastes. He pretty well backed that up by saying the bondage game was something they had done many times and being left to untie herself added to Lucy’s pleasure. He received 10 years for manslaughter and as far as Julie was concerned, thoroughly deserved it.
'The Jacuzzi’s ready darling.' Julie turned and smiled at a naked Suzy, standing in the office doorway.
'You jump in Suzy. I’ll get something to celebrate your arrival.'
A few minutes later, she was standing naked on the edge of the Jacuzzi, a bottle of champagne in one hand, two glasses dangling from the fingers the other, legs astride and her sex thrust forward in a typical Lucy pose.
'How does my cunt look Suzy?'
Suzy looked up and giggled. 'It looks absolutely wonderful.'
