‘How would you feel about it Sam? Would you be able to have sex with another woman?’
Samantha sat up and put the tip of her nose against Barrie’s. ‘It’s everyman’s fantasy to watch two young women make love. You’re a dirty old man Barrie Billingsgate.’
‘You wouldn’t do it then?’
‘I never said that.’ She playfully flicked the head of Barrie’s penis with the index finger of her right hand. It stung and halting a burgeoning erection. ‘Come on – no more time for that, we’ve got work to do.’
They dressed in silence. Sam was quicker and Natasha could hear her rattling plates in the kitchen as she struggled with the buttons on Barrie’s shirt. By the time she walked into the living room Sam was sitting in front of the computer. A kitchen chair had been placed beside hers. Sam pointed to a plate of neatly cut, triangular sandwiches perched on the shallow ledge of the bookcase.
‘It's Cheese and cucumber.’
‘Great. Thanks.’
She gave Barrie a mischievous grin. ‘I’ve had enough meat for one day.’
Natasha couldn’t think of a smart answer, so she simply smiled a loving smile, vaguely aware that she was making Barrie appear foolish. But, she couldn’t help it – she was in love.
CHAPTER TWENTY.
In Petronella’s, an upmarket hair stylist in Hamsworth town centre, which claimed to be unisex, but rarely saw a man on the premises; Duggie Lummox shifted uneasily in the comfortable, soft leather chair. He was wondering what else he had let himself in for when he shagged Penny. Having secretly lusted after her for years, when it was offered to him on a plate, he simply could not resist. Any girl other than Penny and he would have suspected she was after his money, but he knew that with Penny that would not be the case. Several rich patrons of the rugby club had thrown their hats into the ring, but she ignored them all. Penny either liked a person or she didn’t, money or position never came into it. He smiled to himself. She had insisted on several positions before reaching a noisy climax and he had only been a second or two behind, which wasn’t bad for a first time – and for a long time. Perhaps it was because she was very graphic in describing what she wanted him to do to her. Afterwards they kissed him and she told him he was a marvellous lover and if he would like them to become an item that would be fine by her. He replied immediately in the affirmative, not giving a second thought to what his fellow directors might think or say. What did concern him though was the length Penny might go to change his appearance, this haircut was only the first of the actions she proposed. A cosmetic dentist was booked for 4pm and god only knew what else she had in mind. He sighed, perhaps it would be a small price to play to have someone as attractive as Penny in his life and whatever happened, he could be pretty sure she would tell him if he wasn’t satisfying her.
Maurice, was outrageously camp and naturally garrulous, but with a straight man in his chair, he had long run out of things to say. He snipped busily with a ridiculously small pair of scissors which annoying Duggie as for most of the time it seemed as if he was snipping air, not hair. His regular barber used man sized scissors and took large satisfying clumps with every snip. ‘Nearly there sir.’ Had the poof detected his growing impatience? Or was the interminable cut actually nearing completion? In the mirror he saw him stop and turn away.
‘Penny love! We’re nearly there – would you like to take a butchers?’
Penny came in from the waiting room, holding a cup and a glossy magazine.
‘You called Maurice?’
‘Before I blow him love – should I take more off?
Penny grinned at Duggie as she adopted Maurice’s camp stance.
No, I’d keep your shirt on if I was you.’
‘Oooh, what does she mean?’
Penny laughed. Maurice touched Duggie’s shoulder. ‘You’re such a lucky man, beautiful with a sense of humour. I’ve been chasing after her for years.’
Duggie grunted. Penny laughed. ‘And what would you have done if you’d caught me?’
Maurice pouted, tossed his head and looked at the ceiling. ‘How can someone so beautiful be so cruel? I could have thought of – something.’ Maintaining the act of the rejected lover, he picked-up a hand held drier and with an extravagant flourish began to work on Duggie’s hair. As it was teased and shaped into the style Penny had requested, Duggie had to grudgingly admit to himself that Maurice was an artist. The difference was quite startling and he liked it. Gone was the high, rather narrow forehead and in its place emerged a squarer look with the hint of a parting.
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.’