Never before had she wished for a meeting to end as quickly as possible. Normally she enjoyed the post business informality, meeting people, catching up with news, picking up useful information and contacts. And she did it on that occasion just as she would any other, despite the desperate need to race to her office and remove the source of the burning in her private parts.
“What do you think of Broughton’s problems with all the new regulations then?” Asked lovely old Henry Mercer.
With half a box of thumb-tacks burning holes in my nipples and fanny, I don’t really give a shit at the moment Henry, actually came out as “Oh I’m sure they’ll get round it, they always do. Anyway how’s Celia these days, I haven’t seen her for ages?”
Eventually the meeting broke up and the guests began to drift away, leaving assurances of their satisfaction and their gratitude. When an appropriate opportunity presented itself Laura left the few remaining colleagues and headed for the refuge of her office.
As soon as the door closed she fished the phone from her bag and called Amelia. No answer. Shit. The second and third attempt were also unsuccessful. For the twenty minutes she sat at her desk, legs apart in a desperate attempt to relive the pressure, her mind begged Amelia to answer.
Snatching up the phone before the second ring had finished, relief flooded through her.
“Amelia, oh thank God.”
“Is everything OK? You sound flustered.” There did seem to be genuine concern in her voice.
“Amelia I’m in agony, can I take these things off now, please?” There was an awful pause which Laura dreaded ending with the word no.
“You mean you’ve still got them on? Oh Laura, I knew you were cut out for this. You could have decided when to take them off–as soon as you’d finished the task I’d have thought.” Laura was lost for words and felt more than a little foolish.
“But, I just thought…” she stumbled for an explanation. “I just assumed that I needed permission, that’s all.”
“Priceless! You get better and better. Look, I’m in the middle of something right now but I’ll call you tonight, okay?”
Laura turned off the phone before making a desperate dash for the cloakroom.
29
“So did she mention whether you earned the pawn or the knight?” Andrew asked after she told him of the afternoon’s distractions.
“Unfortunately not, no.” Truth be told, recovering the pieces hadn’t crossed Laura’s mind. “She said she’d call tonight, perhaps she’ll mention it then.”
“Take your clothes off, let me see you.” Responding immediately and without question she did as she was told. Leaning back on the kitchen worktop she opened her legs. Andrew closely studied the damage to her nipples and the area between her legs. Drawing his finger along the length of her lips caused a sharp intake of breath to escape her lips. “Sore is it?”
“A little, it’s not too bad though,” she lied, in an attempt to play down the level of her discomfort.”
“That’s good then, because I think I’ll make use of it later.” She was well aware from the pause that he was waiting for a reaction, looking for any sign of dissent, but none came.
“I’ll look forward to it,” she said.
As per Andrews instructions Laura remained naked while they ate and cleared away. They discussed her presentation, the traffic situation in the city and all manner of everyday topics. In fact the evening turned out to be much like many others they had spent together, apart from her lack of clothing and the constant reminder of how sore she was.
The long awaited phone call finally arrived. Andrew answered and spoke to Amelia. Laura enjoyed the secret thrill she got from listening to their conversation. They spoke about her and the detached manner Andrew used excited her. He described how she had suffered from the effects of the tacks and the harm they had caused to her body. She liked the matter of fact way he conveyed the information, the lack of sympathy and the implication that it was her own fault. “Yes,” he said turning to look at Laura, “I can tell she’s happy to have pleased you, it’s written all over her face.” There was a long pause while Amelia spoke and Andrew listened. “It’s up to her of course but I would take a guess at the answer, just a minute, I’ll pass you over.” After handing over the phone he topped up their wine glasses and sat on the high stool opposite.
“Hello.” Laura said unsure of the correct form of address to use. Andrew smiled at her when, after a slight pause, she self consciously repeated, “Sorry, Hello Ma’am.”
“It sounds as though you enjoyed your little task this afternoon. Andrew said that even telling him about it got you excited.”
“It was sort of fun, yes. Being in front of all those people and them not knowing my dirty secret got me going. It was painful though, still is.”
“We all have to pay for our pleasure, Laura, you know that. Put the phone onto speaker so that we can include Andrew.” She waited a moment, then asked, “is it on?”
“Yes, he can hear you.”
“Good. Do you want to continue or have you had enough?” Remembering her earlier lapse Laura tried to make amends.
“Will I be able to earn back the pieces I need? You said you may be able to help me.”
“I said I would help you find what you’re looking for, am I not doing that?” Yes she was, but before Laura had to admit it Amelia continued. “If you want to take the next step you may have some luck with the pieces, or maybe not. We have a special meeting at the end of every month and one lucky lady leaves with a reward, if you’re lucky it may be you, or it may not. Are you prepared to take the risk?”
“What’s involved, what would I have to do?” It didn’t really matter, the question was only for effect, a ploy to try not to sound too keen.
“Public admission.” The two words whirled around Laura’s mind.
“What do you mean by public admission?”
“For you it’s like a coming out, to acknowledge the real you that you’ve suppressed for too long.”
“I can’t do that, what if I get caught. My name would be all over the place and the business would suffer. You must see that.”
“I don’t mean general public, we are discrete you know. No, this is a private get together of like minded individuals. You may recognize some people though, and of course they may recognize you. That’s what makes it a little scary, and fun. Are you up for it?”
Laura turned to Andrew for guidance, or was it approval. He nodded.
“Yes, we’re interested, we’ll do it,” then she hesitated, the unknown implications of agreeing suddenly becoming real, “but what exactly is involved?” Amelia’s amused chuckle seemed to fill the kitchen.
“I would have thought you’d prefer not to know. The meeting is at the end of the month, three weeks on Saturday. By then you should have healed nicely and you’ll have had plenty of time for that dirty mind of yours to conjure up all sorts of filthy possibilities. But I can tell you now if you really want to know.” Laura didn’t know the correct answer. “Well do you?” Amelia pushed.
“I think I can wait.”
“I thought so. Don’t you think there’s something terribly erotic about agreeing to do something without knowing what it is? Well, I must be off now so I’ll leave you to it, have a nice night and don’t go easy on her Andrew.”
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