‘Thanks.‘ He half turned. She was still wearing the kimono, which was a pity. ‘We need to check that each camera is covering the right part of the bed before I lock them off. Could you lay on the bed for me?’
‘Of course. Will I be able to watch it back?’
‘No problem, I’ll switch to record as soon as you get on the bed, but I’ll probably have to make some final adjustments.’
She left the room and he watched intently to see which camera would pick her up first. A flash of red appeared on the area covered by the headboard camera as she walked past the low table with the flowers. Then she came into shot on the right hand wardrobe camera, but as it was set on wide angle, and aimed for action on the bed, she was only visible from the waist down. The kimono suddenly fell away to give him a side view of her shapely legs, as they moved towards the bedside table where she came into full view, stooping down to open the drawer. It was a three quarter angle, so her breasts were hardly visible and he couldn’t see what she was taking from the drawer. He scanned the other images and chose the low angle camera in the flower vase. Bringing the image up to full screen he could see she was placing vibrators of different sizes and colours on the pillow. Had she deliberately propped them up for the camera? In all she took eight sex toys from the drawer, the last being an enormous black dildo. Dudley began to salivate when she lay on the bed and fondled her breasts. Then her attention turned to her pussy as he knew it would. He zoomed in close on her face with an overhead camera and tight in on her pussy with the low angle from the foot of the bed. Fantastic! It would have suited him better had she not known he was watching, but she certainly wasn’t inhibited in anyway. She used the vibrators in the order laid out on the pillow, spending more time with the florescent pink one which simultaneously stimulated G spot and clitoris. She began to thrash about in a frenzy, prompting him to ease the zoom on the low angle camera; he didn’t want to lose any of the action by having it go out of frame. Eventually she reached for the enormous black dildo, laying it between her breasts and licking the end before slowly sliding it down and inserting it into her pussy. She gasped with pleasure and called out for Dudley’s help, but by this time his zip was undone and his hand was on his prick.
‘Dudley! Help me! Will you help me, please?’
She was desperate. Before yesterday she could have whistled, but now he knew she really needed him and that made him feel good. Without bothering to zip up, he set off for the bedroom.
Lucy had expected to reach her orgasm with the dildo, but again it had disappointed’ what was wrong? She hadn’t touched herself since Julie left over five hours ago, normally, if she was in the mood, she could expect to have five or six orgasms in that time. Perhaps that was the trouble, she wasn’t in the mood. The idea she was feeling guilty, doing it without her was a ridiculous notion. She needed to come and she would come. She lifted her head from the pillow to watch Dudley as he walked into the bedroom. He immediately dropped his trousers and began to take off his blue, short sleeved shirt. She didn’t want him to take that off. ‘No. Leave the shirt. You can take everything else off, and then come here, onto the right hand side of the bed.’
Re-buttoning the shirt he did as he was told and placed his right hand on the dildo, but she brushed it away and slowly withdrew it. He heard it bounce on the carpet, then felt her hand on his, without saying anything, she took his index finger and pushed it into her vagina. He curled it round to search for her G spot, but that wasn’t what she wanted. She found his second finger and pushed that in, quickly followed by the other two. With the palm of his hand in side, it seemed natural to use the thumb on her clitoris. He thought her fingers were about to join in but they took hold of his thumb, and pushed it into her vagina. He looked at her face. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open, teeth bared in that desperate grin he had witnessed so many time before. He pushed his whole hand inside, exploring with his fingers but that wasn’t what she wanted either. She told him to clench his fist and as soon as he had, he felt her hands encircle his wrist. Initially they touched lightly encouraging him to push, but as his fist penetrated deeper so her encouragement turned to insistence. She was screaming at him, telling him to fist her harder. Fist her faster. Not satisfied with his efforts her nails dug into the flesh on his forearm, urging him on. She gasped as his fist went deeper. Gasps gave way to screams with every deep thrust. He could see the desperation in her eyes as her hands gripped his elbow and she frantically bucked against his fist. Her orgasm came quickly and if her scream was anything to go by it must have been extremely intense. She let go of his elbow and propped herself up to watch the last few thrusts.
‘Don’t stop Dudley. Don’t stop.’ She gave him a beaming smile as her right hand slid down over her clitoris. He thought perhaps she wanted to come again, but as it turned out, she was adding closure to a fantastic orgasm. After a minute or so she gave a satisfied sigh and helped him pull his hand out. Then she lay back, knowing what he would want to do. He knelt astride her and masturbated, ejaculating over her breasts.
Later, as she was taking a shower, Dudley retrieved his camera before editing a piece for the Anita von Beta website. She stood behind him as he finished.
‘That’ll make Rosie sit up and take notice.’
‘Or lay back and try something else,’ said Dudley.
She laughed. ‘I’ve thought of a title.’
‘What’s that?’
‘The Postman Always Delivers.’
Dudley laughed; he had wondered why she insisted on his keeping his shirt on.
Natasha was still not sure that she had enough on the Dynamic situation to satisfy Duggie. Sam had taken her through everything and pinpointed a company called Top Choice Dynamic as the beneficiaries of the lost business, but how they had managed to hack into the Travel Plan data base remained a mystery. She would simply have to lay out everything she knew, hopefully in the way he would expect Barrie to do, and hope for the best.
Duggie was in the outer office chatting to Penny as she walked down the corridor. They both turned to watch Barrie’s arrival. Luckily she had remembered to limp.
‘How’s the leg Barrie?’
Natasha massaged the fake hamstring injury and stretched Barrie’s leg.
‘Could be a lot worse Duggie, I think we caught it just in time.’
‘Good man Pete Bunford. He reckons you should miss Saturday‘s game, but it’s up to you. What do you think?’
‘I think he’s right. The season’s hardly started and if we’re not careful I could finish up carrying an injury all the way through.’ Natasha was word perfect with the lines she had rehearsed with Barrie.