As I lay there, the scratching of the straw in my back and one of the UK’s most eligible bachelors between my thighs, I felt the fringe benefits to this job really made all the difference.
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31
After The Act
We lay spent on the warm straw, there I was, my breeches pulled down. Of course, I was still wearing my polished riding boots, just as he liked. His passion had been short-lived, and, as always somewhat furious but, at least for him, deeply satisfying.
Ever since my first week when Edward, newly married to the beautiful actress yet sadly clearly missing something physical in his life, had made my acquaintance and soon afterwards seduced me with frightening rapidity. Not that there was much seduction, he was a powerful, rich man who owned a large house and country estate. What was there not to like? I was always up for a little, entertainment of the male variety and, despite some obvious shortcomings, he was a pleasant distraction in what otherwise could have become a rather boring existence.
What made it better was the fact that he had what the world lusted over. What the gossip columns called the most beautiful woman in the world, yet he made regular visits to the stables or my cottage where he would make himself very much at home in my company. No more was I ‘only the groom’. Now I was the other woman, the mistress, the distraction and eventually, I would be the reason for the breakup of his marriage, all being well. I could see a payday for me in the future when the affair had run its course. A nice ‘kiss and tell’ story which, when suitably embellished, would be lapped up by the gutter press. Oh, I was intending to have my cake and eat it, as it were.
He was a naturally handsome man, famous in his own right as a playboy in his youth with the suggestion of an affair with at least one royal princess and there was that famous and well documented coming to blows, where he was punched by a prince in the horse lines at a polo match in Windsor Great Park. Of course, that was all behind him now. His marriage last year in Monaco to Isla-Mae Gomez, star of the big screen and television with a series of blockbuster movies and awards to her name. This was, as the gossip columns put it, a sign he had put his bad-boy life behind him. I was guessing that, in his mind at least, screwing your wife’s groom really didn’t count.
I could have very much maintained this rather cosy arrangement but for one thing, and she was standing silhouetted in the doorway of the stable. The stream of abuse first in her native Spanish tongue and then English made it clear she disapproved, and neither Rupert saying he thought she had gone to London or the offer for her to come in and join us as I was, in his words ‘deliciously filthy and of no consequence’ had the desired effect and he rushed after her apologising whilst simultaneously pulling up his trousers.
I’d slumped back down in the straw. Shit! This could become complicated.
* * *
“Dan, what do you mean there’s still nothing?”
“Exactly as I said Amanda, there is no news. Her vehicle hasn’t been seen. She hasn’t been seen. I don’t know what else there is for me to say?”
“I’m sorry… I just don’t know what to do?”
“Keep the business running for her and Adam and keep her staff safe. That’s the best thing you can do.”
“I know, but I want to do more…”
“We all do… Keep strong.”
* * *
I was sweeping the stable-yard when I heard her footsteps, the rattle of her ridiculous stilettos. I’d been waiting for something to happen, the inevitable showdown. I turned to face her.
“Miss?”
“Oh yes, now you are so polite to my face you prostituta. He told me, how you had basically laid yourself bare to him, trying to steal my husband from me. You slut!” I was caught unawares as she flew towards me, grabbing my ponytail and dragging me to my knees. I cried out in shock.
“You thought you could exploit him. Tease him and entrap him. What were you going to do? Try and sell your sordid tale to the gutter press? You puta!”
“No, miss… He needed no teasing. He came here sniffing around with a hard-on like a rabid dog. He told me he wasn’t getting what he needed from you!”
Her backhanded slap stung, her diamond engagement ring sliced through my skin and blood started to drip down my face. As she had a tight hold of my hair, I had taken the full force of her blow. She flung me down, quickly placing one of her stilettoed feet on my chest as I lay there.
“Do you think I am weak? Or maybe you think I am stupid? Or both? Let me tell you, bitch! I am not stupid… And I am far from weak.”
She pushed her weight onto my chest, her stiletto heel pushing into my flesh like a blade.
“I’m sorry…” I gasped looking up at her as she sneered down at me, her perfect legs honed by an excessively expensive personal trainer. The thought crossed my mind that it had been a shame she hadn’t wanted to join us in the stable. I wasn’t into girls, per se but I could
