“You can keep the stockings and heels,” Grace said, before taking a pair of handcuffs from her bag. She walked behind Laura and waited for her to put her wrists together behind her back. With the cuffs in place Abbie helped Laura into the cape. It seemed shorter than the previous one and would certainly show her stocking tops when she walked. Despite her irritation the thought excited Laura.
“If this is just one of his games I’ll be bloody furious you know,” she told Grace.
“I know,” Grace said in a soft voice, with more than a hint of sympathy, “come on you might as well get there and find out sooner than later.”
The journey in the taxi didn’t take long and the two women hardly spoke. Laura spent the time working out why she got so annoyed. They had discussed the possible outcomes and, as Andrew said, they would be no worse off than they were before the whole thing started. The worst thing that could happen was that Weston would keep his share. But that wasn’t it she realised, it wasn’t the shares–she didn’t want it to finish. Sitting in a taxi, naked but for a cape thrilled her, knowing it would be for the last time annoyed and disappointed her.
All too soon they reached their destination. Unlike on her previous visit Laura used the front door. She felt no shame when an innocent passer by stared at the way she was dressed, instead she felt a strange pride.
Grace warmly greeted the young girl behind the desk, asking if there had been any problems. There was nothing to report. She told the girl she wouldn’t be long and led Laura along the corridor to Weston’s office.
He sat in one of the comfortable armchairs by the French doors reading some papers. In true gentlemanly fashion he stood as the ladies entered and left the papers on one side of the otherwise empty desk. “Hello Laura, good of you to come,” he said, his tone more restrained than his usual polite fashion, reflecting the uneasy atmosphere in the room.
“I couldn’t stay away,” she said deciding to try a ‘couldn’t care less’ approach. Weston just smiled, no doubt guessing her ploy.
“Please, take a seat,” he said, indicating one of the high backed formal chairs facing his desk. With the handcuffs and cape proving a hindrance she found it difficult to sit. “It’s quite warm in here, I’m sure she’d be more comfortable without that Grace, thank you.” After removing the cape Grace asked if she would be needed for anything else. “I think a coffee would be rather pleasant, how about you Laura?” Knowing she would have to ask for the cuffs to be removed Laura decided to decline the offer and not give him the satisfaction of being able to refuse.
“So why am I here then?” Laura asked, feeling a little braver.
“I thought we arranged it, on Friday. To conclude our little transaction, of course.”
“You know this isn’t fair, after all I’ve been through you could have given me the opportunity to get back the last pawn.” The bitterness had gone from her voice, replaced with a sad resignation of the facts. Deep down she hoped he would have been more honourable.
“What’s not fair?” he asked, retrieving the papers from the side of the desk and placing them in front of her. She scanned the top sheet.
“It’s an agreement to sell me your shares.” The beaming smile prevented her from speaking for a few seconds. “But…but I thought…”
“You thought wrongly didn’t you. We had a deal and you won fair and square. So there it is, you own the lot. Congratulations, it just needs you to sign.”
“But I didn’t finish the game…the last pawn.”
“The pawn was delivered this morning.”
“Who by? How?” she asked, still not understanding.
“By Grace, of course.” Laura thought for a moment before the penny dropped. “Yes that’s right, you are the last pawn. You’ve been a pawn in this game right from the start.” She said nothing, unsure whether she should be pleased or annoyed. “Well, are you going to sign?” He turned to the second sheet, his signature already in place.
“Not without my hands, no.”
“Oh sorry.” He removed the cuffs and unscrewed the top from his pen before handing it to her.
“I don’t think I’ve ever signed a business contract while naked before,” she quipped, but more than happy to be doing so.
“I should hope not.” He blotted the signature. “Grace will get our people to sort out all the detail, the boring stuff. That would seem to be that then.” He said, moving to sit in the dark leather chair behind his desk.
Laura made no effort to leave or cover herself. He gave her a whole minute before speaking.
“Was there anything else?” Even with a lot of effort, the question still didn’t quite sound genuine.
“I don’t know,” she replied, “I just didn’t expect it to end like this, that’s all.”
“So tell me, how did you see it ending, or should I say hope it would end.”
“It’s difficult,” she said, looking down to avoid eye contact.
“Women are in general, you should know that. And one of their biggest difficulties is revealing their true feelings to a man. You share all of your secrets with your female friends but find it hard to admit anything to a man.”
“You’re right, of course,” she said, “and you know it. No doubt you also know why I’m still here. Tell me, why did you choose me in the first place. How did you know?”
“How did I know what? That you’d love all we put you through, that you’d get to enjoy it so much that you looked forward to it, that you’d want it to increase in severity?” He looked at her and smiled. “People don’t choose which things excite them, nature does. Nature decides which people will want to experience what you have. It also gave me the ability to spot them, and I’m right most of the time.”
“You were this time, that’s for sure. So, what now?”
“You need to decide which of your options you want to pursue. I assume that you’re aware of Oakham’s less publicized range of activities?”
“I’ve spoken to people yes.”
“And you fully understand what’s involved, that the ladies we take on fully consent to what happens to them?”
“Yes, I do.” As she answered Laura could feel her excitement levels rising.
“They pay for their pleasure you know, we make arduous demands on them and constantly push what they thought were their limits. Could you do that? If that’s what you want then we’d be happy to take you on.” He waited while it all sank in. It was what she wanted but she had reservations.
“I’d have to talk this through with Andrew, you know, check that he’s okay with it all.”
“I don’t think that’s necessary. As you’d imagine, Andrew’s more than happy to see you take this path.” Laura looked astonished.
“What? You mean you’ve discussed this with him already?”
“Of course, but in the end it had to be your decision. He didn’t feel that he should influence you on a matter of such importance.” He pressed the button on his desk. “Grace, it looks like we will be needing those papers, please.”
He turned back to Laura. We have a formal agreement for you to sign. To keep things discreet we don’t use names so you’ll be given a registration number.” Grace brought in the papers and handed them to him. “Ah, here we are, and you will be…” he scanned the top sheet, “…Eighty One.”
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