‘Need a hand Dudley?’
‘No, everything I need’s in here thanks Charlie. How do I get into her place from the lift?
‘There’s only a choice of two ways to go when you step out from the lift; left onto the roof garden or right into the penthouse, but you can’t get into either without a code. I called to say you were on the way, so I expect she’ll be waiting for you.’ He pointed to the release button as Dudley came in trough the door. ‘Press this when you come back down, it unlocks the door so as you can get out without having to call me. It locks automatically afterwards. Happy snapping.’ He grinned at Dudley as he reached into the lift to press the button for the penthouse. He would have loved to know what he was really up to. Seemed strange that a successful business women like Miss Lovebrace would employ a postman as a photographer. Then again, thinking about it, Dudley was quite well known for his photography in local circles. As the lift started its slow upward journey, he returned to the lobby to continue with his duties.
Dudley imagination was working overtime as the lift clanked slowly up to the penthouse. Nymphie Nita would be naked and waiting for him, sitting, the wrong way round, astride a wooden spoke backed chair with her back to the lift. As the lift doors opened she would bend backwards until her head touched the ground. One hand would be holding onto the back of the chair to stop her sliding off, the other would be stroking her pussy.
‘Please help me Dudley. Help me come as only you know how.’ He would smile as he leant over to suck her throbbing clitoris and she would go absolutely crazy, begging for him to do it again and again.
The lift doors opened to reveal a bare empty hallway, with none of the opulence associated with the entrance from the other lift and no Nymphie Nita He picked up the holdall and held it to cover his erection before stepping out.
‘Come in Dudley.’
She appeared in the doorway, wrapped, in a scarlet kimono.
‘Good morning Miss Lovebrace.’
‘Thank you Dudley, how nice of you to remember not to call me Nympie Nita.’
Ah, but I still think of you that way.’
‘I’m sure you do you little pervert, but it’s nice to have a little respect, especially when your tongue is up my – my – I was going to say cunt, but as a sign of mutual respect, I’ll refer to it as my pussy.’
He laughed. ‘Thank you – you’re very kind.’
‘Not at all, after all we need to have a good working relationship if we’re to defeat Rosie la Bonque. Did you look at her website?’
‘No, I thought you were going to go through it with me?’
‘So I was, I just thought you might not be able to resist taking a peep.’
‘No, I never pay to look at things like that.’
She looked at him keenly. ‘I don’t suppose you do Dudley. Follow me; we’ll have a look before you set up the cameras.’
‘I was thinking about that. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve got everything you need here. But if you have a camera in the bathroom, how come you don’t have one in the bedroom?’
She laughed. ‘I don’t have one in the bathroom. I guessed what you would be thinking of and spoke to you on the intercom.’ He chuckled to himself as he followed her through the kitchen and along a corridor to her office. She knew him better than he knew himself. The office overlooked the roof garden with French doors leading out onto it. He could see Lippinston in the distance; she had a fantastic view.
‘Will you be starting from the computer and running your wires to the bedroom, or the other way round?’
Dudley gave a smirk of self satisfaction. ‘No wires – the camera’s are wireless. All I need is a power source at that end. And a lead from the receiver into the computer. I’ve brought a spare hard drive so, as I said yesterday, we won’t be using the computer memory.’
‘I’m obviously in the hands of an expert.’ She sat down in front of the computer.
‘Pull up a chair. We’ll see what Rosie’s up to.’
Dudley sat down next to her and watched as she logged into the Rosie LeBonque website. Rosie was a red head with incredibly blue eyes, not that you would spend that much time looking into her eyes. What she got up to made Dudley squirm. She was obviously sex mad, the same as Nymphie, and attractive, but in a different way. He watched closely as she worked on herself with a vibrator; nothing very special in that. Then a big coloured guy joined her on the bed with a cock that would make any bloke feel inadequate, except he didn’t use it, not to start with anyway. Rosie encouraged him to put four fingers of his right hand into her pussy and use his thumb on her clit. The scene cut to a close up of Rosie’s face; he was going crazy. From his long experience of spying on Nymphie Nita, he knew she was not faking it. He turned to look at Lucinda Lovebrace and discovered she was watching him, not the screen.
‘So what do you think Dudley, is she as good as me?’
‘Just as sex mad, but she doesn’t do it for me.’
‘I’m pleased to hear it. Do you think we can do better?’
‘I should think so, but you’ll have to find the coloured guy.’
She grabbed him by the wrist and lifted his arm. ‘I was thinking more of a variation on a theme. Make a fist.’ He did as he was told. Using both hands she stroked the clenched fist, and then ran both hands up the arm, as if stroking an enormous penis.
‘I think that will do very nicely – don’t you?
CHAPTER NINETEEN.
When the doorbell rang at number 27 Back Street, Barrie was in the fitting room, studying Gwen’s file. Debbie was downstairs, trying to work out the quantities of the different materials they would have to buy to fulfil Davina’s orders. She placed her pad carefully on top of the splayed sheets of orders and called out to Natasha to tell her she would let Mrs Parsons in. She opened the door to find Gwen waving goodbye to someone in a small hatchback as it drove off down the street. Gwen turned and smiled at her.
‘Hello my dear, that’s my new gentleman friend. I’ve come to see Natasha.’
‘Of course Mrs Parsons, how nice to see you do come in.’ Gwen walked through the door and gave Debbie a friendly pat on the arm. ‘You must call me Gwen my dear, everyone does, even that lovely partner of yours, but it did take sometime. Didn’t seem right to me though, standing there with no clothes on and not being on Christian name terms.’ Debbie laughed and agreed as she took Gwen’s floppy felt and light raincoat and put them on the coat rack. Gwen smiled her thanks. ‘It’s a lovely day, but you never know, it can turn so quickly.’
Barrie skipped lightly down the stairs thinking that if Gwen ever found out he was in Natasha’s body she would probably die of embarrassment. Natasha was very fond of Gwen and always gave her a kiss and a hug so he copied the greeting as best he could and Gwen responded in similar fashion. Barrie gave her one of Natasha’s heart melting smiles.
‘Lovely to see you Gwen, did you have a good trip?’
‘Drove up with my new gentleman friend yesterday, we stayed at that fancy hotel out of town.’
Barrie tried to think of which hotel she could be referring to. Debbie beat her to it.
‘The Complete Countryman?’
‘That’s the one. It’s very nice – but so it should be at those prices.’
‘They do have that reputation,’ said Debbie, ‘I’ll make a pot of tea, the kettle’s on.’ Debbie walked through to the kitchen, leaving Barrie with Natasha’s client. He indicated that Gwen should take a seat and perched Natasha’s body gracefully on the edge of a chair on the opposite side of the coffee table. Gwen seemed proud of her new gentleman friend, how would Natasha react to the news?