One Week in the Private House (16 page)

'Hello. I'm Julia. Security trainee. This is my first day.'

'Some introduction! What shall we do with Miss Universe here?'

'I don't know. If we stand up, she'll kill us.'

'We'll immobilise her. I'm sure glad I decided to wear nylons today. She'll be a whole lot less trouble with her hands tied behind her back.'

Jem elicited a grunt of pain as she altered her position to sit astride the Instructor's neck. She ran her hand across the small patch of spikey blonde hair that was visible between her legs. 'Never fucked a hairstyle before,' she said as she rolled down her stockings. 'It's tricky, but kind of nice. Now let's get those hands trussed together.'

With her hands pinioned beyond her back, Instructor Goltz seemed to have lost her enthusiasm for unarmed combat. She lay still when Jem and Julia stood up, each keeping one foot on the prone body.

Julia found herself facing a blue-eyed, lighter-complexioned mirror image. The Master's consort was only a fraction shorter than her, and had the same slim build, pert breasts and bottom, and long lustrous hair, but her skin was golden and lightly freckled, her eyes sparkled with mischief, and she had the most kissable bee-stung lips that Julia had ever seen. She understood why the Master had selected Jem to be his concubine; she also suddenly realised that Jem was returning her gaze. They smiled at each other, and Jem's glance strayed to the battered plimsole that lay abandoned on the floor. 'Revenge is sweet,' she said.

Jem's other stocking and several skipping ropes were pressed into service to secure Instructor Goltz to the bar. The big blonde had struggled and kicked, and Julia and Jem were exhausted when they stood back to admire their work. Goltz was bent double over the bar; coils of rope secured wrist to ankle and elbow to knee, while other ropes ran round each muscular thigh, beneath the bar, and were drawn tight around her waist. Jem's stockings were now tied around Goltz's ankles, which were secured to the ends of an upturned bench. The Instructor could hardly move a single one of her well-developed muscles; and her firm, round, widely-parted buttocks, and their blonde-haired underhang, were prominently displayed.

Julia stood back, admired the prospect for a moment, picked up Goltz's discarded plimsole, and positioned herself to the left of Goltz's upthrust buttocks. She stroked the twitching globes with the toe of the plimsole. 'I imagine you're not often on the receiving end of this implement,' she said, inserting the toe into the pink cleft and twisting it. 'Shall we see how much you enjoy it?' She drew back her arm.

The sound of rubber striking flesh echoed like a gunshot in the gymnasium. Goltz grunted. Julia watched a plimsole-shaped patch of redness appear in the centre of the right buttock. She lifted her arm again and struck the left buttock. A similar patch appeared there, while the red mark on the right buttock faded to a pink that was barely discernible on the pale skin.

'It rather looks as though you can take quite a lot of this kind of instruction, Instructor,' Julia said, and began the punishment in earnest,
a
hardly pausing between strokes. Goltz gasped from time to time, and let out a curt yelp when Julia started to concentrate on the tops of her thighs and the inner underhang of her buttocks, but was otherwise stubbornly silent.

After a few moments Julia began to tire of beating her tormentor. Goltz's buttocks were bright pink, and the pattern of the plimsole's rubber sole was clearly visible on the glowing flesh. Julia began to think that Jem, who had positioned herself between Goltz's legs and had concentrated on titillating the Instructor's innermost recesses, was providing a more humiliating punishment for the sadistic blonde.

'Jem,' Julia suggested, 'shall we stop now? I'm exhausted.'

'Whatever you say, Jules. You know, this little hole is very definitely beginning to feel wet. But you're right; this could take all night, and what's the point?'

So, after one final whack of the plimsole that set the bar shuddering and echoed from the gymnasium walls, Julia stood back, dropped the plimsole and turned - to be greeted by cheers and handclaps.

'Jem!' she called. 'Look! The gallery's full of people. All the other trainees are there, and some of the Instructors!'

'Don't worry,' Jem replied, 'it looks like they're on your side. Something tells me the blonde fuzzhead wasn't popular in these parts.' Jem picked up the plimsole, waved it at the crowd, and placed it on the small of the Instructor's back. Then she took Julia by the arm and led her out of the gym. 'They'll either untie her, or play with her some more, I guess. For now, you need a shower and some gentle loving care.'

'That sounds wonderful, Jem. You're awfully good to me.'

'Why don't you spend the rest of the day with me? I'm just poking my nose around the estate.'

'I'd love to, but I'm on duty this afternoon. And what about the Master? Won't he want you to be with him?'

'You're in Security, Julia honey. You ought to know that I can't walk ten yards without appearing on some camera somewhere. If he wants me, he'll find me. For now, I want to massage your poor little bruised butt.'

'That's fine with me, Jem.'

* * *

Absently stirring an insipid infusion of herbs and yearning for a proper cup of tea, Lucy watched the other guests entering the dining-room.

She spotted the newcomer immediately: a petite, black-haired woman, exactly as Asmita had described, carrying a plate of salad and scanning the room for an empty table. Lucy caught her eye, and waved. After a moment's hesitation, the woman walked delicately towards her.

'Hello there,' Lucy said. 'You're new here, aren't you? Me too. Take a seat. My name's Lucy.'

'Pleased to meet you. I'm Julia,' said the black-haired beauty. She winced as she lowered herself on to the chair.

'Tough massage this morning?' Lucy asked.

'Pardon?'

'You look a little stiff. And whacked, too, if you don't mind me saying so.' Lucy thought she detected a flicker of a smile on Julia's lips.

'That sums it up perfectly,' Julia said. 'Are you enjoying it here?'

'It's OK.' Lucy considered her strategy. How much should she reveal about her suspicions? 'The facilities are excellent, aren't they?'

'It seems so,' Julia replied. 'And the house is so old and interesting.'

'Very interesting. In fact, I find the place a little strange.'

Julia's dark eyes flashed a look of intense interest. 'So do I,' she said. 'Did you have an appointment with the doctor when you arrived here?'

'No,' Lucy replied, genuinely surprised. 'Why did you want to see the doctor?'

'I didn't. That's just the point. It was arranged for me. And the doctor - it was a woman, thank goodness - gave me a very thorough examination, if you know what I mean. Especially down there.'

'And what did she say? Do you need treatment?'

Julia laughed quietly. 'She said I wasn't getting enough sex. Can you believe that? I w
_A
as speechless. And another thing-'

Lucy had become rapt in contemplation of Julia's small white teeth and crimson lips. 'Oh, sorry. Yes, what else?'

'Well, don't you think there's something funny about the staff? It's not just the old-fashioned uniforms. They're so formal with each other, but I'm sure they're - Well, they seem very intimate, too. Do you know what I mean?'

'Precisely,' Lucy said. 'I've noticed it too.'

'I'm sure there's something funny going on.' A delightful frown appeared on Julia's brow. 'And do you know, I'm determined to get to the bottom of it!' Her fingertips, for emphasis, rested momentarily on Lucy's forearm.

Lucy surrendered to the shiver that ran from her arm into the depths of her insides. And I'm determined, she thought, to get to the bottom of you. She covered Julia's hand with hers; the dark-haired woman smiled uncertainly and looked quizzically at her, but didn't pull away.

'I agree,' Lucy said. 'Shall we join forces and do some investigating?'

'Sounds exciting,' Julia replied. 'What shall we do first?'

'We can't talk here. Too many staff about. And anyway, you're walking wounded.'

'I am frightfully sore,' Julia said with wide eyes. 'What do you suggest?'

Lucy had no intention of recommending Asmita's services; she suspected the little Asian girl of having designs on the new guest anyway. 'None of the staff here know anything about massage,' she said. 'Let's go to my room, and I'll see what I can do for you.'

'You're very kind. Are you sure it's not too much trouble?'

'On the contrary, Julia. It will be a pleasure.'

Julia was lying tummy-down on the bedspread, her arms wrapped around the pillow which was covered by the soft fan of her long black hair.

Lucy gazed down at her, stroked her hair, and leant to place the gentlest of kisses on the lobe of her ear. Julia smiled, sighed, and closed her eyes. Lucy pulled her T shirt over her head, stepped out of her jeans, and waited. She wanted Julia to see her golden body, her welcoming big breasts, and the golden curls between her lithe thighs. Julia opened her one visible eye, and smiled again. 'You've taken your clothes off,' she giggled.

'All the better to make you feel better. I should unbutton your dress, don't you think?'

'Mmmm. Please do.'

Lucy sat on the bed, her hip touching Julia's bare arm. Slowly and carefully, folding aside the material after each button, she exposed a widening V of Julia's back. Julia's skin was perfect, she thought; lighter than Asmita's, but more tanned than her own could ever be.

She stopped unbuttoning when she reached the slope of Julia's arse; she could no longer resist kissing that flawless bronzed skin, and she brushed aside the black curls to press her lips against the back of Julia's warm and spice-scented neck. Julia murmured. Lucy slid her lips downward, kissing each vertebrae, until her mouth was exploring the entrance of the dark valley that ran between Julia's buttocks. Her fingers recommenced their work on the buttons.

'You're not wearing any knickers,' Lucy said, her voice indistinct as she placed kisses on the firm rounded hillocks that she was revealing centimetre by centimetre. 'There are bruises all over your poor little botty.'

'Kiss them better,' Julia murmured, moving her legs apart as Lucy unfastened the final button. 'I told you the doctor was weird.'

Lucy stood up, walked to the foot of the bed, and knelt between Julia's overhanging feet. She wanted to hear more about Julia's experiences of the Private House Health Club, but the vision before her drove all other thoughts from her mind: the two half-spheres of Julia's arse were separated by an inky chasm that invited investigation, a cave of such dark, secret depths that it had to contain hidden treasures. Below it, as swollen and dark as an over-ripened fruit splitting open with the pressure of the sweet juices within, Julia's sex-pouch pressed against the bedspread and filled the wide space between her thighs.

Lucy restrained her passion. After all, she had known Julia for only half an hour. Perhaps her well-spoken new friend was simply naive and trusting, and expected no more than a kiss and a cuddle. The thought only added to the turmoil in Lucy's loins.

She placed her hand on the back of Julia's thigh. Julia sighed, and shifted her position; her dark fruit lifted a little from the bed, and split open a little more widely. Lucy's hand moved forward, her fingers brushing across the smooth curve of Julia's right cheek and coming to rest in the topmost part of the furrow between her buttocks. Lucy rested her other hand between Julia's thighs. Her fingers moved and momentarily touched the fringe of black curls; she retracted them and then touched again. Julia murmured wordlessly.

'Should I kiss you here?' Lucy said, her heart in her mouth.

'Oh,' Julia said, sleepily, 'that's rather naughty, isn't it?'

'Is it?' said Lucy, her fingertips tracing the edges of Julia's parted lower lips.

'I don't know,' Julia said in a small voice. 'That does feel nice. But I'm not, you know, that way inclined. Not since I was at school . ..'

'Don't worry. I won't hurt you. It's going to be lovely.' And Lucy leant forward, her breath catching as her nipples rubbed against the bedcover, and her breasts squashed against her ribs, and her senses filled with the musky odour of Julia's sex.

Slowly, slowly does it, Lucy told herself; I mustn't startle her. I want to taste her now, immediately, but we'll do this in easy stages.

As lightly as she could, she rested her hands on the twin globes, allowing her thumbs to follow caressingly the
velvet
skin as it curved inwards towards the silk-smooth hollows at the tops of Julia's thighs. She moved her thumbs
upward
again, pressing into the yielding flesh and widening the central divide. She stopped as she caught her first glimpse of the brown puckered skin, and fought the temptation to plunge her face between the ovate cheeks and touch her tongue to the unfathomed orifice. She averted her face, and
pushed
her lips into the warm cushion of Julia's left buttock.

Lucy couldn't wait any longer. Her thumbs advanced through soft, tight curls of hair and met at the bursting seam of Julia's sex. They pushed forward, encountering little resistance: Julia groaned and Lucy's thumbs entered a tropical cavern of pulsating wetness. 'You're sopping, you beautiful thing,' she said, lifting her lips from Julia's skin only long enough to whisper the words before trailing her tongue along the dark valley and into the tiny hole she so much desired.