Julie woke early having slept awkwardly, waking through the night almost in sync with Anthony; though disturbed by different dreams in different rooms. She showered carefully, using the hand jet and taking care to avoid touching any of Marion’s work from the previous evening. She had room service breakfast and then extended her booking for a second night so that she had somewhere to change after the court.
Marion appeared shortly afterwards and helped touch up her disguise. The contact lenses were in when Marion arrived.
“Did Greg do a good job?”
Julie hesitated for a second as an inner voice said ‘Don’t go there.’
“I’ve never had lenses before. What do you think?”
“Spectacular.”
“My eyes aren’t red or anything.”
“From where I am the colour looks natural. I don’t think I could tell unless I got very close.”
Julie left her car at the hotel and took a taxi to the court.
While Julie was completing her carefully rehearsed transformation into being Angela for the day Anthony was making his own breakfast, grumpy and annoyed. He managed to make toast without burning it but chickened out of trying to cook any thing else. He found the marmalade and a least knew how to make decent coffee. He drove to his office trying to find the right mood for being a successful lawyer rather than a deskilled neglectful husband.
As he walked into the building he met the blond messenger girl. “Hi,” he said. “No leather today?”
She smiled. “It’s all with the bike, but at least you get to see what’s underneath.” She smirked as the lift doors closed behind them “Are you disappointed?”
“You mean was I imagining rather less?” he said, keeping a deadpan face.
“Their eyes met. “Okay, I get it,” she said. “You’re a big shot lawyer, you can bluff with the best.”
“Oh I could play this game all day.”
“I’d like that,”she said as the doors opened on their floor, “but I guess we both have work to do.”
“Before you go, what’s your name, I can’t keep thinking of you as the leather bike girl.”
She hesitated for a second,”I rather like that,” she said. “Let’s stick with that. LBG for short.”
He watched her saunter off along the corridor. There was definitely a bounce and even maybe a wiggle to her walk and she seemed to leave trail of chemistry in her wake.
As he made his way to his office he felt the spring come back into his stride. That brief encounter had been enough to get him into the groove. Sure he could flirt all day, but more than that he could think fast and think two steps ahead. Today was going to be a good day. Today he was going to destroy an idiot detective; show Julie’s friend what he was made off and kickstart improving things with Julie. Kickstart, why did he think of that. Did a hybrid motorbike even have a kick-starter? By the time he opened the office door he had it all together. As he passed the secretaries and entered his private office he heard one of the girls whisper.
“Someone looks on form today.”
He closed the door and eased into his chair, booting up the computer to catch up on anything urgent and check his papers before setting off to the court.
I should hire LBG as a personal therapist, he thought— well, so long as Julie doesn’t mind.
Half an hour later he was scanning around the court looking at the opposition and trying to spot Angela. She was sitting as far away from him as was possible but even at that range he could see what Julie meant. They almost could have been twins. Her hair was short and dark and there was something different about her face, though hard to pin down at this range. She didn’t look in his direction and he went back to studying his papers.
The early part of the trial was tedious, the prosecution simply dragged out a series of witnesses who described the robbery and said that the man in the dock, Adrian Marsh, looked like the person who robbed the bank. They obviously knew that Anthony would put Mr Marsh on the stand when it was the defence’s turn and Mr Marsh would say he was no where near the bank. That would make it his word against the witnesses, simple enough. The prosecution must know that Angela would say he has with her. Why were the prosecution calling her as a witness?
So far Anthony had not had time to look at the tapes but he was sure there would be time over lunch. He made certain with each witness to drag things out, to make them go into precise detail about where they were standing, how long they were able to see the suspect in plain sight and so on; trying to sow some doubt in the story told by each witness and to try to make each seem a little different. His problem was that the events that took place were quite simple, the robbery did not take long, so it was difficult to muddle up the witnesses to any great degree.
He made it to lunch without either the detective or Angela being called.
Over lunch he had access to the tapes. He’d already sent a message to the office to get some additional help so that more than one person could view the material. His PA appeared along with the LBG. Well that was a turn up.
He made each of them view half of the tape at normal speed, taking notes about anything that was said. He watched at double speed so that he had an overview of the whole thing. They would leave ten minutes at the end to compare notes.
The tape was a shock. Mr Marsh was naked almost all the time and spent most of the hour explaining how much he loved his wife and at the same time felt ashamed. His cock wasn’t big enough and he came too soon to satisfy his wife. He was beset by what he called dirty fantasies. It became clear part way through the tape that his wife knew all this and had some wild tendencies of her own.
He encouraged his wife to have sex with other men who had the capacity to satisfy her, but despite her husband’s encouragement she felt guilty about it. Her solution was to send Mr Marsh to Angela to sort out his mind, but also to give him the chance to have the kind of sex that he dreamed about.
With ten minutes left of the lunch break Anthony got his two helpers together.
“It’s a bit of a shock,” said Mary the PA.
“There’s nothing illegal and a lot of the time she is giving him very good advice, so I can see why people would come to her,” this was LBG talking. “I can see why she helped him with the sex too, I mean the poor man must have been in quite a state. I guess she just uses her judgement and he certainly went away happy.”
“Seriously?” The question in Anthony’s voice was obvious.
LBG grinned. “I know it’s not your everyday business, but really there was nothing illegal was there, the guy’s wife knows so it’s not really even cheating.”
“It may technically be adultery,” said Anthony.
“Well yeah, but you’re just being legal, it wasn’t cheating. The wife paid for it, she was giving him a treat.”
“Is that any help boss,” Mary this time.
“It’s a sure fire alibi. I don’t think the other side know about the tape. They have the door camera but they’ll say he could have got out the back way and they’ll say Angela is a prostitute and can’t be relied upon — that’s the line they’ll take. I think their plan is to discredit her and try to destroy his alibi. She ought to be our witness, it’s a cunning ploy, my job is to make it backfire.”
After lunch the prosecution probed Angela as much as they could but she remained cool whatever the question. The pressure came down to a few crucial question.
“What exactly do you for a living.”
“I offer support for people who have problems coping with aspects of their lives.”
“What aspects?”
“Whatever they tell me about.”
“Whatever?”
“Mostly things they have a problem coping with that they haven’t been able to get help with. Often it’s personal problems. I don’t do their plumbing for them or teach them to drive. I give them coping skills or at least a little respite where they can talk to someone who will listen and be on their side.”
“How often are these problems sexual?”
“Quite often.” She paused for a second and smiled at the lawyer. “It is an area in which lots of people have difficulty and many people find it hard to talk about — just like the way you’re beating about the bush.”
For a second he was taken aback, but then there was a flash of anger. “What is the difference between you and a common prostitute?”
“Several differences. I charge a lot more and I spend most of my time listening and trying to help. Sex may be part of it, but often it’s not. I’m not selling sex, I am offering advice.”
“But you do have sex.”
“That depends upon what you define as sex, but I won’t embarrass you by going into that. If it is appropriate it can happen but it’s not inevitable. Sometimes intimacy of sorts is the only way to make progress.”
Julie had to almost bite her tongue to stop herself saying ‘Don’t lawyers ever screw their clients’.
Anthony admired the way that the guy kept at it and he loved the way Angela played a straight bat. Eventually it was his turn. He confirmed that she was with his client for the whole of the hour in question and that he could not have sneaked out of the back door to rob the bank.
“You say you give advice, is that a one off thing or do you see people over time.”
“It can be either,” she said. “In Mr Marsh’s case I don’t have his permission to divulge any further details. I can’t confirm or deny anything outside the one appointment that I have been asked about.”
“Let me assume,” said Anthony, “that you see some clients multiple times, is that correct? Can you confirm that without divulging anything important.”
“Yes that’s true, sometimes a number of sessions are necessary.”
It was disturbing being so close to Angela. Her hair was different, her perfume, her accent, the colour of her eyes, none of those were the same as Julie’s but yet he felt as though he was talking to his wife. Thank heaven Julie warned him.
He tried to make himself sound more formal, backing off a little, talking half to the jury. It seemed to disturb Angela too, she had a nervous tick, her head facing downwards and away from him, one hand brushing hair away from her ear as though to hear him better.
“Your work sounds complicated” he said. “How do you keep track of the different needs and histories of your clients?”
“With the permission of my clients I make recordings of all my interventions. I use them to keep track of the way clients are developing and for my own research. In my business it is important to keep learning, so I often play back some of the tapes to monitor my performance or remind myself of history. In Mr Marsh’s case his wife also saw the recordings; she was paying for his sessions— it was part of their development together.”
“The prosecution implied that you were a common prostitute, do they keep tapes for research?”
“I wouldn’t know, I’ve never discussed it with anyone in that business.”
Anthony’s intent was to make Angela sound different, academic, more like a psychologist than a hooker, but he was saving up the bombshell.
“So can we assume that there is a video recording somewhere of Mr Marsh’s conversations with you on May 19 between one and two pm? The exact time when this bank was being raided?”
“Yes, there is a tape and I have Mr Marsh’s permission to show it to the court.”
Without waiting a second Anthony spun around and addressed the judge, asking for the video to be taken into evidence. Then he asked to speak to the judge.
Approaching the bench and out of earshot of the jury he asked if counsels could speak to the judge in private. A few minutes later the court was adjourned and the two lawyers were in the judge’s office.
“Thank you for this your honour. My reason for asking for privacy is that I have seen the video. It shows Mr Marsh discussing various aspects of his marriage. He is naked a good deal of the time and the material that he discusses is something that he would clearly rather was kept private, as would his wife, who as Ms Evans said, was aware of his interview with the witness and indeed paid for the session. There is absolutely no doubt that it is Mr Marsh in the video. Obviously if necessary the prosecution could carry out a forensic investigation of the recording to be sure that it had not been tampered with.”
The judge turned to the prosecution lawyer. “Do you want a delay to see the evidence and do you wish to have the tape examined?”
“There is one other thing,” said Anthony.
“Go on.”
“Ms Evans also has on tape the detective in the case demanding sexual favours and threatening to expose her and sully her reputation in the way that my colleague has been attempting. He was clearly trying to persuade her not to give evidence so that he could stitch up my client. I have that tape available too.”
The judge thought for a minute. “I think we’ll adjourn for two hours for me to review this evidence and then reconvene. You two can watch it with me, that should settle whether we need to do more. If the evidence bears out what you say then I am minded to dismiss before we go home tonight.”
_ _ _ _
When the court adjourned Julie, as Angela, was left at a loose end. She could see the detective looking daggers at her and wanted to get as far away as she could. The best bet seemed to be to stay close to Anthony’s team but that risked finding herself very close to Anthony and she wasn’t sure she could risk that.
She excused herself saying she needed the rest room and looked very pointedly at Mary and LBG as she got up. LBG picked up the cue and joined her in the ladies room soon after.
“Are you part of Mr Goddard’s team?”
“Partly,” said LBG. “I did some work on his case.”
“Oh, yes,”said Julie/Angela. “I recognise your voice, you were the messenger.” As she said it she realised her mistake. That conversation was with Julie not Angela. She tried to keep a straight face.
“Were you in the room with Mrs Goddard when we spoke?”
“Yes,” said Julie/ Angela. “Mr Goddard was speaking with his wife, and you of course. I didn’t realise it was about me until half way through, so I let Julie deal with the call.”
“But why didn’t she say you were there?”
“I don’t know. I guess she wanted to talk to me first, she’s very loyal like that. She doesn’t drop someone into anything with out checking out first and she could hardly do that while she was talking to you.”
There was a pause as LBG processed that before she smiled. “Just now when you got up to come here it looked like you wanted to meet. Did we get that right?”
“Yes. I wanted to get away from that detective, I wanted to see if your team could protect me.”
There was another pause while that too was processed.
“You wait here and I’ll come back. They sent me because I’m a kind of hanger on, not part of Anthony’s core team. I’ll find out what can be done.”
Julie waited and a while later LBG returned.
“The judge is looking at the tape with both lawyers; if it stands up then it’s all over. We have a back office where you can wait. I’ll show you and if you don’t mind I’ll stay with you. Is that Okay?”
An hour to sit with someone is a long time. You have to talk, small talk at first but if you get on, you get on and that’s all there is to it.
LBG talked about her work, her ambitions and her motorcycle. Julie inevitably with the psychologist training let her ramble but knew that the girl had seen the tape and was bound eventually to want to ask questions.
When there was a brief silence she took the plunge herself.
“What did you think of the tape? I’m guessing that you saw it.”
There was a long silence and Julie wondered if she’d read the girl right.
“I was kind of enthralled,” she said after a minute. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”
“What did Mr Goddard think?”
“I don’t know. He didn’t say anything.”
“What about you? Were you appalled, upset, offended?”
“No, no, none of those. Should I have been?”
“Some people would be.”
“Hell no,” she said.”I was amazed at the nerve of the whole thing. It was fantastic in a way. I was supposed to be looking at it dead pan, we were looking at it as evidence; would it stand up in court? I kept thinking about what sort of marriage the guy had. I loved the way you unpicked it and gave him a way forward. Did you talk to his wife before him?”
“Yes, she had a long session.”
“How did she come to you?”
“Through a friend. She was having an affair, though with her husband’s blessing, at least to some extent. She felt bad about it but at the same time knew she needed to do it. She was a woman who’d had a lot of partners and most of the time before she married she’d been having sex with multiple partners because she loved the thrill of it and the pure physical enjoyment. In a different way she completely fell for her husband, you don’t get the best view of him on that tape. He’s a great guy, funny and very caring, lovely to live with.”
“So she wanted it all, lots of sex and a nice husband.”
“Wouldn’t anyone if they could? Would you?”
That stopped LBG in her tracks.
“Would you?”
Julie could see the girl’s brain racing, almost feel the way her pelvis was being tied in a knot.
“I guess.” pause. “Um, well, wow, it’s way beyond anything I’ve ever thought about. I mean it’s not what your Mum tells you is it.”
“You mean there’s only two choices, either you’re a faithful wife or a slut. Nothing in between.”
“I guess. Gee. It’s an eye opener isn’t it. Oh, well I guess not for you.”
Julie liked the girl, there was a freshness and a kind of exuberant naivety. “You would be surprised what people get up to.”
“I bet I would.”
“It can end in a car crash. What I do is try to help them find a way to make things work for them.”
“Do some of them still crash?”
Julie chuckled. “I shouldn’t laugh, but yeah some of them end up in a mess. Hopefully slightly less of a mess than they would have.”
“You care about them don’t you?”
“I do. I like people to have fun but it’s easy to get hurt doing it. You get that don’t you. The way you talked about your motorbike. You wanted the fun without the crazy. That was good thinking.”
“Thanks.”
“What about this job? Do you like your boss?”
“Anthony?”
“Mr Goddard, yes Anthony.”
“I have to be careful what I say, you know his wife don’t you?”
“I do. So you can pass on that question.”
“Well, no, I mean, what is there to say. He isn’t my direct boss but he’s a partner. He’s nice. I kind of flirted with him in the lift today and he’s good at it. You know— fun, titillating but nothing pushy and I was doing it as much as him.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, it was cool. I’m sure neither of us would do anything. He’s married so I wouldn’t but it’s fun to play.”
“Julie could probably cope if you did.”
“You know her that well?”
“Well enough; in our business we have to know each other better than most. If you tried to steal him away you’d have a fight on your hands.”
“Well I’m not a stealer, but if she was like your client’s wife, that would be a gas.”
Julie chuckled again and for a few seconds looked at the table, smiling, lost in her own thoughts.
“Are you trying to corrupt me?”
“No, no,” Julie said. “It’s like you said, fun to play at.”
Julie was beginning to wonder how far she could take it when LBG’s phone lit up. She picked up the call.
“Right, great, okay, yes I’ll tell her.”
LBG put the phone down.
“We have to go back in.”
As everyone filed back into court Anthony and the prosecution lawyer were still in the Judges room.
“I’m going to dismiss.”
“Thank you sir,” the two lawyers said in unison
“Anthony, what would you like done about this detective?”
“If he worked for me I’d give him dire warnings and transfer him out of the area. I don’t want to find he’s been threatening Ms Evans and from the way that tape goes I think there’s every risk of that. It was a crazy thing to do and if I was his boss I’d want to be sure he didn’t do that all the time.”
Anthony turned to the prosecution lawyer, “Would you trust evidence from that man?”
“Anthony’s right, he’s better off out of here. I’ll talk to his seniors. We probably don’t even need to tell them about the tape, just say that it was a total disaster putting up a witness who had completely solid information. He should have been more thorough and his colleagues still have a bank robber to find.”
They all retired to the court and the judge dismissed the case.
_ _ _ _
Julie closed her eyes and sat still as others left the court. When they’d come back in she sat at the back as far away from the detective as she could reasonably get. Her brain was buzzing; the playing could stop, now it was back to real life, whatever that was.
LBG noticed the change in her face. “You look exhausted, it was a lot of stress was’t it. I should have let you relax more.”
“You were fine. Just what I needed. I’m just glad it’s over.”
“How did you get here?”
“Taxi”
“Fancy a ride on my bike, I could give you a lift.”
For a second Julie caught her breath. “Hey, yes, why not.” She paused for another second. “Let me guess, you fancy a look at my place, that tape has perked up your curiosity.”
“Maybe. But the offer is there whatever.”
“Lead on. Do you have a spare crash helmet?”
“Of course.”
Two minutes later they were on the road, Julie breathing easier, knowing that she had a while to get in the mood to tell Anthony everything, but first a chance to find out more about this curious blond.
Julie opened up her studio. “I have an office here,” she said, standing in the entrance way and pointing at one of the doors and there’s a bathroom off the main studio, which is here.”
She opened the door a little and turned to the blond.
“By the way, what should I call you. I make all my clients give me a name, sometimes it’s their real name, sometimes not but I make sure I have a secure way to contact them.”
“Laura,” she said. “Laura Bethany Graham. It’s kind of funny Anthony called me the Leather Bike Girl – the first time we met I was in my motorbike leathers. LBG is the same initials.”
“Okay LBG, are you ready for this?”
“Is it that shocking?”
“For some,” said Julie as she put her hand on the door knob.
“Hang on a sec,” Laura held her back for a moment. “Tell me what happens with a client.”
Julie eased the door shut again. “I tell them to write to me about their problems, about what they want to discuss, about how they hope to feel afterwards. I tell them to include medical details and if the issue is likely to be sexual then evidence that they’re clean. Sometimes it’s a long email, sometimes a text message, once it was a cartoon strip.”
“And then?”
“It depends on what they write. Mostly if it is something to do with sex I like them to feel a little vulnerable, I want it to be difficult for them to hide, so very often I tell them to undress in the room before I come in.”
“And do they?”
“Usually yes and I guess you’re curious to know, but if they are naked then I usually strip as well, so that we both know there’s nowhere to hide.”
“Wow, I bet you get a lot of repeat business.”
“You think nudity is a big selling point?”
“For some, for sure, but it kind of makes it obvious that you’re serious. I mean if you put yourself on the line like that you’re kind of giving away some control.”
“Go on.”
“Maybe it’s just me,” said Laura, “but I’d always assumed that, um, hookers, or counsellors for that matter would kind of keep control. There’s a bunch of ways of doing that, it could be the way they dressed, the kind of room, anything, but putting yourself on the same level as the client right off before anything else… I dunno, I’m not an expert but I’d guess that’s unusual.”
“So were you imagining leather gear and whips? What would you do if you were me?”
“That’s a good one. Can we stick to what I’m curious about for now?”
“If you wrote me a note what would it say?”
“I’m really curious about the whole business, I can’t imagine what it would be like, but it seems exciting.”
“That’s rather broad. Could you narrow it down, is it normal sex, is it adultery, lesbian sex, domination, submission, fetishes; there’s a lot to be curious about. What would you put at the top?”
For a second Laura closed her eyes and leaned back against the wall.
“I’ll tell you what,” said Julie, “let’s imagine that you thought about having an affair with Mr Goddard. I’ve seen the way he looked at you, there was a spark there and you’ve obviously noticed him, so lets imagine that you were uncertain and needed someone to talk to. How would that do to open the box of curiosities?”
Laura opened her eyes. “You’re good. That’s cool. I’m not sure what I think but yeah, that would open things up. So what do I do now?”
“What do you think?”
“I go in there and strip and after a while you come in?”
“Yes, plus one more thing. Write a safeword on the blackboard in the corner. I don’t know what we’ll get into but you have to be able to stop anything — anything whatever, conversation activity — anything.”
Julie opened the door to let Laura into the room.
“I’ll give you a few minutes.”
Julie shut the door and retreated to her dressing room, turned on the monitor and the tapes and watched Laura undress.
Julie sat looking at the mirror, do I tell her? Is it honest to keep deceiving her and do I really want to know if she fancies Anthony. Of course she does and if Anthony kicks me out maybe giving her to him would be only fair. She looked at the mirror.
“I’m crazy,” she said, watching the face that stared back at her. “What the hell, I’ll see if I like her.”
Julie stripped, twirled once in front of the mirror and checked to see what Laura was doing. The girl was drifting slowly around the room gazing at pieces of furniture, pulling on chains and picking up toys until she gravitated to the leather wardrobe. She eased the door open, gasped and stepped back.
“So it’s not just motorcycle leathers you like?”
“That is some wardrobe.”
“Do want to try some on?”
“Could I?”
“Pick a garment and tell me when you’d wear it, who you’d wear it for.” Julie stopped for a moment, catching the girl’s attention. “Which one would you wear for Anthony. He’s seen you in your bike leathers, lets say you peel them off and there’s more leather underneath. Which one?”
“This,” she said, lifting a studded leather corset off the hanger.
“Go on, try it on, you’re about my size.”
Slowly and with Julie’s help the garment was folded around Laura and fastened.
“Look at yourself in the mirror, do a twirl or two.”
Laura obliged.
“It suits you, a great fit and a great look.”
“Have you ever worn it for a client?”
“You mean does it have a history?”
“Well, yes, I mean… um.”
“Have I had sex in it? Is that what you mean?” Julie’s eyes sparkled, catching Laura’s attention and somehow hinting at much more mischief behind the bright blue contacts. “I think that’s my secret. I bet your boss would love it.”
“I wouldn’t do anything. Really I wouldn’t. He’s married, you know his wife. I don’t do that sort of thing. He’s not really my boss anyway,” she said, retreating a little. “We work in the same place and he is a partner, but I don’t work directly for him.” Laura grinned for a second, “I flirt but that’s all.”
“And there’s the other thing…”
“Other thing?”
“You’re bi I think? I’m a qualified psychologist who’s been doing sex therapy for a while. Am I right?”
“Maybe. I mean yes but who knows. I don’t think I’m settled either way.”
“Isn’t that the point about being bi? You don’t have to settle.”
“Yeah but if I met someone?”
“If it worked and you were honest with them you’d both know what to do about it.”
“And you’re not going to seduce me?”
“This is supposed to be a demo of one of my sessions. I don’t seduce people, I provide a service.”
Laura stepped towards Julie wrapped her in her arms and kissed her, at first hesitantly, questioning with her body and lips until she knew that Julie wasn’t pulling away and then longer and more enthusiastically until she felt Julie’s fingers in her pussy.
Two minutes later they broke apart.
“Time for more secrets,” said Julie.
“I’m not sure I have any.”
“But I do.” Julie backed away a little. “I wonder if I should tie you up. If I start on this I don’t want you running away.”
Laura stepped back for a moment. “I’m not surprised you ran rings around that detective, every time I think I know where I am you make another move. Can I trust you?”
“I ought to say that’s your decision but for now, yes absolutely. The big question is whether I can trust you.”
“You have all the cards.”
“But if I give you the cards?”
“This secret, is it important? Why do you need to tell me?”
“Good question.” Julie shrugged her shoulders and for a second looked at the ceiling. “I guess it’s something that’s bugging me; it’s been that way for a while but today stirred it up a lot.”
Laura strolled around the room, catching some of the chains, playfully pretending to swing on them.
“I don’t think you should tell me, but you need something. Let’s do it the other way around. I’ll tie you up and, well, you know… help you to relax. Get on the bed.”
Julie started to say something and then stopped. Slowly she stood up and walked across the room. She pulled a pair of ankle cuffs from their hook on the wall, stooped to fix them around her ankle and then cuffed her wrists. She looked over her shoulder at Laura, grinned and picked up a ball gag and carefully took it into her mouth and fixed it in place.
In another moment she was horizontal on the bed. Laura pulled Julie’s legs apart and fixed them in place and then did the same with her arms.
“So,” she said. “It’s not about me trusting you, it’s the other way around and you haven’t written a safeword on the board. I wonder what the punishment for that is? Not that you are in a position to say. I find pain is good for getting the endorphins out and that’s what you need.”
Laura bent down and kissed Julie’s stomach, running her hands over her breasts at the same time.
“You have delightful skin.”
She stood up and strolled around the room, opening drawers gazing at things and glancing over her shoulder at Julie. She returned with a pair of nipple clamps and grinned devilishly as she applied them, making sure that they were done up hard.
She stood back and walked to Julie’s head, again bending to kiss her, wrapping her lips around the ball gag.
“I don’t know what this secret is, but for it to be trying to get out like this there has to be some guilt, so some punishment is needed.”
She picked up a small tawse from a side table and smacked it down onto Julie’s elegantly shaved pussy mound.
“Oh, sorry, that’s not the way to do it.” She ran quickly across the room and returned with a blindfold carefully putting it in place.
“You must be wondering about me by now. I hope you’re enjoying the feeling. For a psychologist with tons of self control it must be new. I hope it’s new. I wonder what it would be like if you couldn’t hear either? There must be some headphones around her somewhere.”
Laura watched Julie’s face for a moment. “Silly me, I should have said that before the blindfold. In all the best films the poor tortured victim looks towards the right place. Not to worry, I’ll find them. I could always go out and buy some.”
It didn’t take long to find the headphones and for Laura to connect them to her phone.
“Before I put these on I think we need you upright.” It took a minute to get Julie standing, arms hanging from the chains in the ceiling.
“Rock and roll,” she said Fitting the headphones and setting the music going.
Julie, stretched, with her nipples numb, staring into blackness wondered if she had misjudged the woman.
The first blow of the whip made her scream into the gag. It slashed across her stomach and seemed to glow for an age. The next blow crashed across her tits, eliciting another scream into the gag, followed in quick succession by more as the whip cut stripes across her tits.
The fifth blow knocked the clamp off her left nipple and the eighth did the same for the right, and then it stopped.
Breathing hard and desperate to know what was coming next Julie winced as the volume in her ears was turned up another few notches. She squirmed, trying to dislodge the headphones when she felt Laura’s lips on her pussy.
Laura’s tongue teased her labia apart and began to explore deeper inside, sliding up and down before her lips drew Julie’s clit into their warm embrace. Laura paused occasionally to look at the woman hanging above her. The blindfold and ball gag made it impossible to see any meaning in her face and for sure the sound in Julie’s ears would deafen anything that Laura said. It was all about the pussy now, teasing it, playing with it, working it, judging what was going on in the woman by feeling the heat and juice that the organ in front of her could not help giving out.
Laura had done this before, played and teased with a powerless woman, but that time the woman had been the teacher — no blindfold, no gag, and Laura had been the pupil; working with a dildo in her arse wired up to a button in the woman’s hand.
Laura had learned a lot that time, not that the teacher was anything like Julie, a lot older for a start. Spurred on by the shocks when she got it wrong, she had discovered so much about the possibilities in front of her. She learned to control the whole of the woman through her cunt, armed only with her own tongue as a tool.
Julie collapsed into her third orgasm, her arms hanging almost lifeless in the chains before Laura relented, slowing her pace, easing down until she kissed her way back up the body, released her arms, unclipped the gag and massaged Julie’s muscles back to life before finally releasing he legs.
“Where did you learn that?”
“Never you mind.”
“You’re good.”
“Did I overdo it?”
“Yes.” Julie reached out and pulled Laura to her. “It’s okay, it needed to be over the top. I guess I could get pissed off because you played me. You could have said you knew as much as I do.”
“I don’t. I was bluffing. I only know how to do that, but if I didn’t tie you up I couldn’t have done it. Listening to you in court, seeing the way you played that lawyer and the way you hit it with Anthony, I couldn’t have done anything with you. I’d have ended up being submissive, and what’s the point in that, I mean you must be able to get as many subs as you ever want.”
Julie pulled Laura towards her and kissed her slowly, enjoying herself.
“You did good kid. I won’t forget that one in a while. Keep the corset, it suits you.”
Julie disengaged and strolled across to turn up the lights and caught her image in the mirror.
“Shit,” she said. “Look at that.” She gently ran her fingers over the angry stripes on her breasts. “Shit.” She could tell in a glance that she couldn’t go home tonight. The marks might fade by tomorrow and maybe if she had a massage and a sauna she might speed things up. Just as well she kept the hotel booking but what could she tell Anthony.
“They’ll fade quickly, there’s no real damage,” said Laura sounding hesitant and maybe a little guilty.
“By tomorrow maybe.”
“Did you have plans tonight?”
Did I have plans tonight? thought Julie. Yes I had plans, I was going to own up to my husband about my other life, kill off Angela and hope he didn’t throw me out.
“Not any more,” she said. “I’m going to go back to the hotel and see how nice they can be to me. A rest is probably a good idea after today.”
Staring at herself in the mirror she didn’t see the concern on Laura’s face and it had gone by the time she turned around.
“I need to get back to my hotel, can you give me another ride on that machine of yours or do I need a cab?”
“Don’t you want to go home?”
“I booked two nights in case it went on a long time. After what you’ve been doing to me I don’t feel like driving and I need a sauna and some down time.”
“Is there someone at home that will be upset?”
“Now you’re trespassing.” For a second Julie’s voice had a firm edge and all thought of telling secrets had gone. She forced herself to smile. “The sauna will be good—let’s leave it that.”
Ten minutes later Julie stepped off the bike, waved and disappeared into the hotel leaving Laura sitting on the bike trying to make sense of the evening.
