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  ‘I just skimmed a finger down the crack of her arse, very lightly, and she was shivering with anticipation. I slicked that finger in the juices that were flowing from her, and ran it back up, just pressing gently for a moment at her little anal opening, letting her know that her bum could be the focus of our pleasures in more ways than one. We’d never done it like that before, but if I’d told her that night that I wanted to fuck her there, she wouldn’t have said no.’

  ‘And did you?’ Laurel asked, her voice suddenly constricted in her throat. The thought of being taken anally was not one she had ever consciously entertained, but at this moment she could not help thinking how it would feel to have a cock forcing its way into that tight, untried passage.

  Joe stared at her enigmatically. ‘Do you think I’m going to let you into all my little secrets? All I’ll tell you is that Judy was getting more and more impatient, wanting me to give her an orgasm, so I did, but not quite in the way she was expecting. My hand was starting to get tired, and her backside was glowing a fiery shade of red by now, so I reckoned she’d had more than enough. I laid her carefully on the settee, with her bare bottom still sticking up in the air, and I said to her, “Are you sorry now?”

  ‘There were tears shining in her eyes as she turned her face to me and nodded contritely. I knelt down at the side of her. “That poor little bum of yours looks so red and sore,” I told her. “Do you want me to kiss it better?”

  ‘She nodded again, and I pressed my lips to her bottom, gently covering it with little kisses. Then I parted her cheeks, and very slowly licked down the cleft between them, spending a long time lapping at her anal bud, until it relaxed enough that I could just push my tongue a little way inside it. That still wasn’t what she really wanted, but when my mouth settled on her pussy she gave a squeal of delight. I’d never licked her out from behind like that, but the novelty value made it more exciting than usual for both of us. She tasted like nectar in my mouth, all sweet and gamy, and I could have happily spent all night with my head buried between her legs. She had an orgasm quicker than I’d ever known her to, but then I suppose she’d been building up to it from the moment that first slap landed on her backside.’ Joe smiled, and ran his hands through his short red hair. ‘And if you want to know more, tune in tomorrow night for the next exciting episode.’

  ‘You’re just a tease, Joe Gallagher,’ Laurel replied good-naturedly, not wanting to confess how much the story had turned her on, and how she had unexpectedly found herself wishing that she had been in Judy’s position, half-naked and vulnerable, waiting for the touch of Joe’s lips and tongue on her chastised and overheating flesh.

  ‘You’ve given me an idea, though,’ she continued, ignoring the pulse of desire that was beating steadily between her legs and forcing her mind back on to business matters. ‘It was something you were saying, about how Judy wanted to be spanked but didn’t know how to ask you. Well, just consider how many other women secretly fancy being dominated, but their partner isn’t into it, or they think they’ll get laughed at if they admit to it. I think you’re right when you say I could make the agency more specialised, but if I offered domination services aimed purely at women, I think it’d be unique.’ The concept was crystallising in her mind as she spoke, and she continued rapidly. ‘I could make it work, I know I could. A couple of adverts in the sex magazines that are aimed at women and couples, a little discreet word-of-mouth on the fetish scene... I’ve just got to bring the agency to the attention of those women who’ve got a secret fantasy they’ve never dared act out, or who’d like to go to a fetish club but think they might get hassled if they go on their own. If I got this off the ground you wouldn’t fancy sticking some cards up in phone boxes for me, would you, Joe?’

  ‘If you get this off the ground, I want to be a hell of a sight more involved than that,’ Joe replied. ‘I want to go into partnership with you.’

  Laurel looked up at him, surprised. ‘You’re not serious?’

  ‘Whatever you might say, Laurel, you can’t do this without some financial help, and no bank’s going to give you a loan with those debts hanging over your head. I told you I’ve got some money tucked away, and I’m sick to death of making bloody sandwiches. And anyway, getting into the domination game was my idea in the first place.’ He pouted at her like a sulky child, making her laugh. Holding out his hand for her to shake, he said, ‘Partners?’

  She grasped his hand decisively. ‘Partners.’ As their eyes met he gave her a little wink, and she felt the pit of her stomach lurch unexpectedly. For the briefest of moments she thought about suggesting to Joe that they sealed the deal over a bottle of wine at her flat, with the unspoken certainty that the evening would finish with the pair of them twined together in her queen-sized bed. Then she dismissed the idea. Joe was her best friend; the bond between them ran too deep to be complicated and perhaps ruined by their getting involved sexually. It was better if she went home alone, and tried to forget the images he had stirred of her lying across his lap, her bare backside exposed to him, as his palm came down repeatedly on her vulnerable cheeks, before his fingers sought out her hard, aching clitoris…

  She broke his grip on her hand and glanced at her watch. ‘I should be going,’ she said. ‘It’s getting late and I’ve had such a shitty day, I just want to dive into a hot bath and forget everything.’

  Joe’s expression made it abundantly clear that he would be more than happy to join her in that bath, but he said nothing as she climbed down from her bar stool.

  Laurel dropped a light kiss on his smooth-shaven cheek. ‘I’ll ring Peter Greycott, get him to draw up the paperwork. If we’re going to be partners, we’ll do it properly. I don’t want to wake up one morning and find you’ve run out on me.’

  ‘You know I’d never do that,’ Joe replied, and for a moment Laurel wondered how many other girls had heard such a promise from him. ‘Tomorrow I’ll go jack in my job. And then…?’

  ‘Then we find out who wants to work for our new agency. Goodbye, Moonlight Escorts, hello Domination Inc.’

  Chapter Two

  When Laurel rang all the remaining staff on Moonlight’s books the following morning and outlined her plans for changing the set-up of the agency, the response was less than promising. Only two of the girls, Elisha Dee and Cindy Beresford, and one male escort, Christian Roscoe, showed any inclination to stay on and offer domination or submission services, and even they were more than a little concerned by the prospect of having to prove their worth at an audition.

  ‘Look, it’s nothing to worry about,’ Laurel told them as they sat in the office, drinking coffee. ‘I just want to know that you’re going to be happy doing this kind of stuff.’

  ‘Doesn’t bother me at all,’ Cindy said chirpily, taking a drag on her cigarette. Laurel was glad the girl had expressed an interest in the agency’s new direction. She had always been popular with clients: barely five foot tall and skinny, with peroxide-blonde hair styled into a jaw-length bob, men were attracted to her cheeky personality and gleeful enthusiasm for sex. Laurel suspected that if any of her employees was a natural submissive, it was Cindy.

  Elisha, on the other hand, was the dominant type, tall and elegant, with hourglass curves and jet-black hair that she normally kept twisted into a thick plait. She was fiddling with that plait as she spoke, an expression of concern on her strikingly beautiful, high-cheekboned face. ‘I just can’t get over the fact that the agency’s in so much trouble. I mean, Roger never said—’

  ‘Roger never said a lot of things,’ Laurel retorted. ‘But Roger’s not involved with the running of this place any more. That’s down to me – oh, and Joe, of course.’

  ‘Yes, where is this mysterious Joe?’ Christian asked, pushing aside the stray lock of blond hair that was permanently falling into his green eyes. ‘I thought he’d be here, seeing as he’s your new business partner and all.’

  ‘He’s got a few
things to attend to, but he’ll be here shortly,’ Laurel replied blithely. She did not feel the need to mention that he was handing in his notice at the sandwich bar; the three remaining employees sitting in front of her already seemed sceptical enough about her plans, and telling them that Joe had no experience of running an escort agency could only weaken their confidence and their desire to stay still further. ‘So what’s really worrying you, Elisha?’

  ‘Well – neither Cindy nor I have ever had a female client before, and I’m not sure how I’m going to react,’ the girl replied. ‘I mean, I’ve never really looked at other women in that way.’

  ‘Yeah, well you can’t exactly be repulsed by the idea, or you wouldn’t still be here, would you, Leesh?’ Cindy said. ‘If you weren’t turned on by the thought of telling some girl what to do, you’d have run off screaming to find another job, just like Marielle and Donna and all those other gutless wonders.’ She stubbed the smouldering end of her cigarette into an ashtray shaped like a scallop shell with ‘A Present From Margate’ embossed on it. It was the only personal effect Roger had left behind on his departure from the office, and Laurel suspected it was because he had always loathed it.

  ‘I bet you were always bossing the other girls around when you were at school, Elisha,’ Christian piped up. ‘You strike me as the sort who went to boarding school, and when you were in the sixth form they made you head prefect. I can see you now, walking round the dormitory after lights out, looking for stray hands at play under the bedsheets.’

  ‘Is this true, Elisha?’ Laurel asked, an idea beginning to form in her brain. If she angled the conversation carefully, she could push the girls and Christian into a scenario which would prove once and for all their aptitude for domination work. ‘Did you ever catch one of your friends doing something she shouldn’t have been?’

  Elisha shook her head. ‘Not me. Despite what Chris thinks, I was never a prefect, but my best friend, Amanda, was. She took the role very seriously, and she once told us that if she ever caught any of us playing with our pussies, she would punish us. We were at a convent school, you see, St Agatha’s, and we’d all been brought up to believe that sex was sinful unless we were married, and that we should never, ever touch ourselves between our legs unless we were washing ourselves. The nuns and the headmistress, Sister Mary, really were that strict, and we, of course, were too sheltered to know any different.’

  She sipped from her mug of coffee before continuing. ‘There was one girl who ignored everything the nuns told us, and her name was Geraldine. We’d always been a little envious of her, because she’d been the first girl in our year to develop into a woman. She had large, heavy breasts that pushed against the front of her starched blouse, and when we went for our weekly walks into the village near the school, all the men who we passed couldn’t help staring at Geraldine, with her curvy figure squeezed into her little gymslip.

  ‘None of us knew anything about sex, but that didn’t stop us from being curious about it, despite all the dire warnings we got from the nuns about the shame that would come upon us if we disobeyed their teachings. There was a boy a year older than us, Tom, who worked in the convent gardens. He was the only male we had any contact at all with on a regular basis, and we all had a terrible crush on him. He was tall and brawny, from digging the vegetable gardens and mowing the lawns, and in the summer he never wore a shirt when he was working, so we could all see his bare, tanned chest, and his muscular arms. I would sit staring at him out of the classroom window, and I had these silly little romantic dreams about how one day he’d fall in love with me. I think some of the other girls did, too. Nothing happened, of course; if we were out in the grounds of the convent and he so much as looked in our direction we’d just blush and run away – all except for Geraldine. I really thought that if any of us was going to be the one who defied the nuns and lost our virginity before we left school it would be her, but it didn’t turn out like that.’

  ‘So what happened?’ Christian asked, sounding genuinely interested.

  Whether Elisha’s memories were genuine, or she was embellishing the truth for the benefit of her audience, she seemed to have a gift for storytelling that dragged the audience into the tale, and Laurel was mentally revising her initial impression of the girl’s potential usefulness as a member of Domination Inc.’s staff.

  ‘As I told you, Amanda used to make sure that we all behaved ourselves in the dormitories. We weren’t bad girls; once we’d put on our nighties and slipped between the starched sheets of our narrow little iron-framed beds, we used to chat to each other and giggle, swapping little secrets, until Amanda came round. She used to carry a torch and shine it at anyone she thought was talking, and we always shut up, because we didn’t want her to dish out a punishment. She carried a cane, too, which we all thought was an affectation. As long as I’d been at St Agatha’s, no one had ever been on the receiving end of a caning, though I’d heard stories that, a year or so before my time, one girl had been given six of the best by Sister Mary for some misdemeanour that was so awful no one ever talked about it.

  ‘It was one evening in late September, the year I went into the upper sixth; we hadn’t been back at school that long after the summer holidays, and it was still warm enough for Tom to have been out in the garden without his shirt. My bed was next to Geraldine’s, and we were whispering together about how handsome Tom was, and how it would feel if he put his arms round us and kissed us, and then Geraldine asked me if I ever felt a funny feeling down between my legs when I thought about Tom. I didn’t know where the conversation was going, but I had to admit that I did – it was a nice, tingly sort of excitement, and I liked it. Geraldine told me that she knew how to make that feeling a hundred times better; apparently, if you licked your index finger and rubbed it in the forbidden place between your legs, you could get so excited you thought you were going to die. I didn’t like the sound of this at all – after all, wasn’t that exactly what the nuns had warned us against? But Geraldine told me to ignore the nuns. She said they were all just hypocrites, and they lay in bed and rubbed themselves every night because they knew how good it was, but they didn’t want us to find out that was the case because then we might realise that they were telling us other things which weren’t true.

  ‘And then I realised that Geraldine’s hands had disappeared under the bedsheets. The moon was full that night, and by the pale light that shone through the thin dormitory curtains I could see the sheets were moving slightly, and I knew she had to be touching herself in the way she’d told me about. I don’t know why, but at that moment I experienced the feeling I’d told Geraldine I only ever felt when I thought about Tom. For a moment I was incredibly tempted to follow her example, then there was a bright light shining in my face.’ She paused. ‘There isn’t another cup of coffee on the go, is there?’

  ‘I’ll sort one out for everyone,’ Cindy replied. While she went into the little washroom next door to the office to fill the kettle, Elisha cleared her throat, and then, once the little blonde was back in the room, resumed her story.

  ‘You’ve probably guessed it was Amanda on her nightly rounds. I was expecting the usual ticking-off from her, but it wasn’t me she was interested in. Geraldine tried to pull her hands up above the bedclothes but she wasn’t quick enough. Amanda pulled back the counterpane, and there was Geraldine, with her night-dress rucked up round her waist and a guilty expression on her face.

  ‘“Caught you, you little slut!” Amanda exclaimed. She sounded almost gleeful, and I think she’d been waiting for something like this to happen for a while. “You know what happens to filthy girls who play with themselves, don’t you?” she asked.

  ‘Geraldine pulled her night-dress back into place, covering herself up. “Sister Mary says they go to hell,” she replied dutifully, but it was obvious she didn’t believe a word of what she was saying.

  ‘“They do indeed,” Amanda replied, “but not in the way you
might have thought. Get out of bed, and go and stand in the middle of the room.”

  ‘Meekly, Geraldine did as she was told. Amanda switched on the main light, and those girls who had already drifted off to sleep began to stir. The others were already sitting up in bed, aware that Amanda’s long-threatened punishment was about to be meted out.

  ‘“Now, Geraldine, lift your night-dress up to your waist,” Amanda ordered. Geraldine looked as if she was about to protest, but realised that however humiliating it would be to expose herself to the rest of the girls in the dormitory, it would be even more humiliating to lose face in front of them by refusing. So she took the hem of her nightie and did as she was told, lifting it up so that those girls who were in front of her could see her pussy, covered with its wispy growth of blonde hair, and those behind her, including me, could see her backside. She had a beautiful bottom, plump and creamy-skinned, and I couldn’t help staring at it.

  ‘Everyone was waiting to see what Amanda would do next. She put the torch down on the end of one of the beds and went to stand beside Geraldine. Then she unhooked the crook-handled cane from her belt, and tapped the tip of it gently against the palm of her hand. I couldn’t believe what was about to happen, and I don’t think any of the other girls could, either. Surely no one but Sister Mary had the power to dish out a caning? We were all seniors, we had the power to stop Amanda, but the whole atmosphere in the dormitory had changed; it had become tense and excited, and I think a little part of every girl there was secretly egging Amanda on.

  ‘Her voice was icy when she gave the next order. “Bend over, Geraldine.”