Charlie Bell opened the door and touched his cap to greet his favourite resident.
‘Morning Miss Lovebrace.’
‘Good morning Charlie. Has the post arrived?’
‘No, not yet. Probably be after ten – as usual.’
‘That’s really not good enough Charlie.’
‘I know, but I’m afraid there’s nothing I can do about it. I have been onto the post office as you suggested. And I’ve driven over to the sorting office to speak to them about it.’
‘Is that the place on the Trading Estate?’
‘That’s the one. It’s near the Meltcon factory, they told me deliveries are late because our postman delivers to the outlying villages on this side of town and the route is down to him.’
‘I’ll have a word. What’s his name?’
‘Dudley – Dudley Wink.’
The name registered immediately, as well it should. His actions had almost destroyed her main business, but she pretended not to recognise the name.
‘Could I have heard of him before?’
‘Possibly, he runs the Hamsworth Town Photographic Club. He’s quite well known for his wildlife photography. Had some pictures of a fox and her cubs in the local paper not so long ago.’
Lucinda Lovebrace was already hatching a plan. She had a need for a good photographer and a bit of sport with Dudley Wink could be amusing.
‘See if you can get him to pop up and see me when he arrives, I’m working from home all day today.’
‘Consider it done, Miss Lovebrace.’
Charlie certainly would get it done. Miss Lovebrace was extremely generous at Christmas, and not averse to slipping a fifty pound note into his hand at other times. Take your wife out for a little treat, she would say, giving him a wink. Class act was Miss Lovebrace, it was well worth looking after her and turning a blind eye to all the comings and goings.
There were three lifts in the building. A service lift for all floors, accessible through the tradesmans’ entrance at the rear of the building and two passenger lifts in the lobby, one designated solely for the penthouse. Her lift was ready and waiting. He reached in, pressed the button for her and touched the peak of his cap as the doors closed.
The lift opened onto a large, plush carpeted hallway. Four sumptuous leather chairs were arranged around a rich mahogany coffee table, with a bright red telephone sitting incongruously in the middle. Entrance to the penthouse could only be gained by speaking to someone inside via the telephone, or through palm recognition. Lucy pressed her hand against a pad next to the stout hardwood door. The heavy door slid quietly to one side and she stepped through into a small hallway. The door quietly closed behind her as she took three strides across the hallway and pressed her hand against another pad. A second door, swung open to let her enter into a corridor with an open door directly opposite. Ignoring that she turned right and strode briskly along the corridor undoing the buttons down the front her overall as she went. The corridor circled the penthouse, passing several doors before reaching her office, which looked out across fields towards Lippinston. It was a view she usually stopped to admire, but she was in a hurry. She took a disk from the right hand pocket of the overall and placed it next to the computer before moving swiftly into the main bedroom on the other side of the corridor. She posed in front of one of the many mirrors. This was the last time she would wear the overall, ProClean had served its purpose. All the information her travel company needed from Travel Plan was on that disk. The last button of the overall undone, she pulled the lapels back over her smooth shoulders and admired herself. This was a body which had turned thousands, even millions of men on if you counted the hits on the Anita von Beta website. She loved her body; watching herself touch her own breasts and slip a hand down the front of her see-through panties onto her cunt, always gave her a thrill. God, she needed a good fuck! This Travel Plan business had wreaked havoc with her sex life. She thought about using one of her sex toys, but that could wait, right now she needed a bath. She kicked off her shoes and walked barefoot into the bathroom.
The side walls in the enormous ‘bathing complex’ as she preferred to call it, were draped with plush red curtains, framing beautiful paintings from the Karma Sutra. As with the bedroom, there was no natural light; she had planned it that way. A rich mahogany door in one corner of the room opened into a sauna. Directly opposite, red carpeted steps led up to a large Jacuzzi set in a mahogany clad plinth. In the centre of the room, on a lush, white, deep pile carpet stood an ornate Victorian hip bath. She walked over and pushed a gold lever at the base of a graceful white and gold swan’s neck, which swung out to the centre of the bath. Water poured from the swan’s beak at a preset temperature and flow rate. She turned to admire her body in the mirrored wall by the entrance. With a shrug the overall coat fell from her shoulders. Slowly and sensuously, she shed her bra and wriggled out of her panties, as if stripping in front of an appreciative audience – which in a sense she was. She stepped gracefully into the bath, positioning her clitoris directly under the stream of water – a perfect way to unwind after a cleaning session.
Lucinda Lovebrace had discovered the stimulating value of flowing water with her first orgasm at the tender age of seven. Since then, she had come that way more times than she could possibly remember. She moved the swan’s neck a fraction to concentrate the stream onto a precise area. Another gold lever by her right hand allowed her to raise or lower the bath plug, so the water level was never too high for the stream to do its wonderful work. Closing her eyes and leaning back to enjoy the cascading stimulation, the image of Dudley Wink drifted into her mind. He was in for a bit of a shock. She was not aware he had moved to Hamsworth. In fact, after everything had been hushed up and he was dealt with, she had no further interest in him. That was over five years ago. But what was he doing as a postman delivering her mail? It would be impossible for him to find out her real name, but, knowing what a little pervert he was, she would not be surprised if he had opened and examined the contents of any plain wrapped parcels delivered for the penthouse. However, this was not the time to think about Dudley Wink. She blanked him from her mind and went through the fantasies which always helped her achieve an orgasm. It took longer than usual and she had reduced the water level in the bath for the third time before it began to build. It was incredibly powerful when it burst through. She surprised herself by squealing loudly, but what surprised her most of all was that in her fantasy she was gazing into Julie’s blue eyes, as she pulled away from that kiss.
She added her favourite bath oil and allowed the bath to fill. Surrounded by the fragrant foam she lay back feeling remarkably satisfied and serene. She had been toying with the idea for sometime, now she was sure and knew exactly what she was going to do.
CHAPTER FIVE
Barrie followed Natasha, driving his BMW towards Hamsworth. When she turned off onto the ring road, he carried on towards town in the Mazda, excited at the prospect of modelling underwear in Natasha’s delicious body. As he tried to remember the layout at DebTash, his mind wandered back to when he first went to their place in Back Street, almost 18 months ago.
When she first made an appearance at the Rugby Club, he was smitten and logged onto her website to check things out. The welcoming picture for ‘DebTash Corsetry & Accessories’ was Natasha, wearing a gold corset girdle decorated with fine black lace and ribbon. The drawn in waist accentuated her bust and hips. Her throat and shoulders were the colour of honey as were her bare thighs framed by black lace panties and stocking tops. She was an absolute stunner. He had to have her and boy did he try! But, despite her sexy looks, Natasha kept saying no. It drove him crazy. They had been going out together for three months and although he had managed to entice her back to his flat, he had not succeeded in getting her into his bed, which was not his way. He would have ditched any other girl by this time, but Natasha was not just any other girl. She was beautiful, fascinating and clearly as attracted to him as he was to her, and yet, she had not succumbed to what all the other girls in his adult life desperately wanted – his massive cock.