The Training of Fallen Angels (13 page)

‘Harman likes the blonde girl, the one with the big chest.’ They both looked across at Lisa, who was standing by the window and looking absently into the garden.

‘That’s Lisa – she’s my friend.’ Janet thought it wise to establish her relationship with Lisa before Emily said something derogatory.

‘Oh, she’s very beautiful, don’t get me wrong. Harman always goes for tall girls with long, blonde hair and big breasts. It’s to get at me, I suppose.’ She looked down glumly.

‘Men are like that,’ said Janet sympathetically. She looked across at Harman. He had managed to corner Paul and Mike and was still droning on loudly, totally oblivious to anything that his wife might be doing. Another one who needs a spanking, Janet thought to herself.

‘What does your husband do for a living?’ she asked, although she was barely interested.

‘He’s an area sales manager for a building supplier.’

‘Is he doing well?’

‘I suppose. He never stops going on about how successful the firm has become thanks to him. Typical salesman – you know, big mouth, big car and little dick.’

Janet laughed out loud, so loud that for a second Emily’s husband stopped his discourse and looked across at her. She put her hand over her mouth and avoided his eyes. ‘You don’t like him very much, do you?’ she whispered.

‘Not really. Like I said, he’s a typical salesman. Sticks that pathetic little cock of his anywhere and everywhere without giving a shit about who he hurts.’

‘Why do you stay with him?’

Emily shrugged and took a sip of her wine. ‘Usual reasons, money, the kids, you know how it is. He’s a good provider, even if he is a total bastard.’

‘Have you ever been unfaithful to him?’

‘No.’ Emily set her glass down on the table and regarded it glumly. Suddenly, her face brightened up. ‘But I intend to,’ she declared.

Janet leant over and patted her hand. ‘Good,’ she said, ‘and you’ll get plenty of opportunities here. Look around; is there anyone here you fancy?’

Emily leant forward and looked earnestly into Janet’s eyes. ‘I like you,’ she said in a hushed voice. The manner in which she accented the word ‘you’ made it clear to Janet that there was more to her meaning than mere friendship. She took another sip of her wine as she desperately tried to think of an adequate response. The need was taken from her by their host.

‘Let’s go into the main lounge,’ said Mr Gee loudly as he rose from his chair. ‘We have a special treat in store for you.’

Janet took a sharp swig of her drink as she realised that he meant the video of the staff’s cavorting by the pool. She took a deep breath, then rose and followed the others, feeling like a prisoner being led to the scaffold.

Inside the lounge, Janet found the others grouped around a huge television set. She sat quietly at the back and waited with feelings that were an incongruous mixture of apprehension and excitement. Mr Gee stood in front of the giant, flickering screen.

‘Honoured guests,’ he began, ‘this short presentation is to give you some idea of the delights to come during your stay at Grantham Manor. You will see the staff preparing themselves to please you. Afterwards, they will return to their rooms where they will be given details of their assignments tonight. Should any of them fail to fulfil your every desire you must report the matter to me, and I will see that punishments are administered.’

He turned and nodded to one of the servants, who pressed the appropriate button on the recorder.

* * *

Without a shadow of doubt Lisa was the star of the video. Lingering shots of her large, bouncing breasts or thrusting buttocks seemed to feature in every scene. Janet wasn’t sure whether to feel slighted or relieved. Only once did she appear in the short film, and that was a brief close-up of her sucking someone’s cock. Janet couldn’t remember who the owner was.

Emily moved over to her as soon as the lights went up. There wasn’t enough of you in it,’ she whispered as she sat next to her.

Janet smiled. ‘I’m glad,’ she said. ‘I didn’t much like the idea of being filmed.’

‘I would have liked to have seen your naked body, I expect you look really gorgeous in the nude.’

Janet looked down at her knees shyly and said nothing. She had had sex with other women on many occasions, of course, but this was the first time that she had been brazenly chatted up by a member of her own sex. She felt a little awkward, but also realised that she was becoming very aroused.

‘You don’t mind me talking to you in this way, do you?’ Emily rested her hand on Janet’s thigh as she spoke.

‘No, of course not,’ she replied. She looked directly into the other woman’s eyes. Emily smiled and squeezed Janet’s leg gently before moving her hand to stroke the bare flesh of her thigh which had become revealed by the split in the dress. Janet breathed deeply. The fingers moved slowly to the top of her leg and then slipped under her dress until they tickled her bushy curls.

‘Emily, it’s time we went to our room!’ It was Harman’s voice that boomed out from the opposite side of the lounge. Emily pulled her hand away from Janet quickly and stood up.

‘Perhaps we’ll meet some other time,’ she said in a conspiratorial tone of voice. Janet nodded and watched Emily as she followed her husband obediently out of the room. She crossed her legs and felt a familiar wetness between her thighs.

Janet eyed the outfit that was being laid out for her with some trepidation. For one thing, there wasn’t much of it, and what there was appeared to be very complicated. Strips of leather and lace which were fastened together by large, silver buckles together with the obligatory pair of black, fishnet stockings seemed to be all there was to it apart from a small, black dildo which was tantalisingly attached to one of the straps.

The maid smoothed the sensuous material of the stockings with her fingertips. ‘Madam will look beautiful in this,’ she said, wistfully. Janet shrugged off her robe and picked up the flimsy garment. She held it to her naked body and tried to work out how to put it on. The maid took it from her. ‘Here, Miss, let me help you,’ she said. The young girl detached a couple of the buckles with practised fingers and looped a strip of leather between Janet’s legs. She drew it up tightly between her buttocks and attached it to a second strip which was then drawn around Janet’s waist. She then took hold of a third piece of leather, the strap with the black phallus cleverly attached to it.

The young girl looked directly into Janet’s eyes and ran her tongue wetly across her upper lip. Then she bent forward and took the dildo into her mouth and soaked it with her saliva. Standing up again, she deftly eased the hard length of rubber between Janet’s soft, wet sex-lips. Janet groaned involuntarily. The maid fixed the remainder of the thin strand to the
strip
drawn about Janet’s waist. Janet shuddered with excitement as the dildo sank into her welcoming flesh. The young girl grinned and took hold of the end of the implement where it protruded from Janet’s thick bush. She rested her other hand on Janet’s bare bottom and eased the phallus in and out whilst again holding Janet’s gaze with her own.

After a few moments of this delightful torment the maid returned to the task of completing the outfit. Janet could only stand and watch as she busied herself until the garment took some semblance of form about her lithe body. Clearly, the young girl had performed this operation many times before.

Eventually the job was done. Janet smoothed the black stockings over her long legs and fixed them to the leather suspenders. A pair of tight, knee-length boots completed the ensemble. She walked slowly over to the large mirror facing the bed. As she moved, she found that the design of the straps which were tightly drawn around her waist and between her legs caused the stiff intruder within her body to move slightly in and out of her hot little sheath. She walked in a circle around the bedroom, thoroughly enjoying the experience. ‘God, who needs a man when you’ve got one of these!’ she laughed. The maid giggled coyly.

Janet returned to the mirror and regarded the image of her erotically displayed form with more than a little delight. The narrow, leather straps crisscrossed her body and accentuated her curves. Her breasts were raised high, the flesh covered by black, translucent lace which did nothing to conceal her long, dark nipples. More lace disguised the gentle sweep of her firm, flat stomach and ended just above her crotch. The flat, splayed end of the dildo concealed her pussy, seemingly designed in this way so
that
the rubber phallus wouldn’t slip completely inside her. The leather suspenders were long, which ensured that the stocking-tops were only halfway up her smooth thighs.

Janet turned her back to the mirror. Her round bottom was naked, save for a thin strip of leather between the arrogantly thrusting curves of her buttocks. The image of her perfect bum, framed as it was by the stocking-tops, suspenders and a thick, heavily buckled strap drawn across her lower back that appeared to secure the complete outfit was erotic in the extreme.

She turned to the maid. ‘Is this it?’ she asked. ‘Is this all?’

‘Yes Miss,’ replied the girl. ‘Madam Stone has instructed that this is the costume that you must wear to meet your first clients.’

‘Clients?’ queried Janet. ‘How many are there?’

‘Just two. Mr and Mrs Rose. You must remember them from the reception party. She was the small, thin woman.’

‘Emily?’

‘Yes miss.’

Janet smiled inwardly as she remembered the way Emily had come on to her earlier that evening. Although the woman was over twice her age there was something intensely sexual about her. In a strange way, Janet knew that she could even put up with the attentions of her bombastic husband, Harman, if it meant that she could make love with the shy, enigmatic Mrs Rose.

‘Do I wait for them here?’ she asked as the maid made to leave the bedroom.

‘No miss. I’m sorry – I should have told you. You are to report to their room, number seven.’ The maid left the room and carefully closed the door behind her.

‘Good thing that I asked,’ Janet mumbled to herself. She had watched the young girl receive a good spanking the previous day and had felt a little sympathy for her. Now she sensed that she would quite enjoy administering such a punishment to the stupid girl herself.

She checked her appearance once more in the mirror then pulled on her robe. Wrapping the silk garment around her exotic form she opened the door and nervously headed along the corridor towards room number seven.

Janet reached the door quickly and knocked nervously on the heavy, wooden panel. The door was opened almost immediately. To her surprise, instead of being greeted by Mr or Mrs Rose, she was faced with the Amazonian form of Madam Stone. The woman grinned broadly, flashing her dazzlingly white teeth, and beckoned for her to enter. Janet moved into the room and looked around. They were alone.

‘I thought –,’ she began.

Madam Stone silenced her by putting a finger to her lips. ‘Mr Rose is waiting for you in the bedroom,’ she whispered, ‘and his wife is preparing herself. I am here to ensure that our clients are satisfied with the service we provide. There has not been sufficient time to give you separate instruction, so this will be your first lesson.’

Janet regarded Madam Stone questioningly whilst she admired the exquisite form of the tall, black woman dressed in tight, PVC jeans and a see-through, net top. She recalled Lisa’s enigmatic description of her ‘first lesson’ and her excitement and curiosity mounted. Before she could speak, however, Madam Stone put her hand to Janet’s crotch and eased the black dildo from inside her hot little sheath. ‘It’s reversible,’ her instructress whispered with a grin.
She
twisted the implement around until the flat base pressed against Janet’s moist sex-lips. The phallus jutted forwards ingeniously like a small but perfectly formed penis. Janet tried to suppress a giggle, but without success.

Madam Stone squeezed Janet’s breast and kissed her lightly on the forehead. ‘I am here merely to observe your performance,’ she said as she led her across the room towards a partly open door. ‘Afterwards, we will appraise the situation and decide what further instruction you may require.’

Madam Stone opened the door and Janet followed her into what turned out to be a large bedroom. She gasped at the sight that met her eyes. Harman, the brash and powerful executive, lay naked on the bed on his back. His wrists and ankles had been secured by thick, leather bonds to the four corners of the bed so that his body was splayed out in abject vulnerability. His small cock jutted firmly upwards. He was clearly delighted with his acquiescent vulnerability. He stared open mouthed at Janet and she saw his penis throb, sending a small jet of clear fluid over his hairy chest. She moved over to him and smoothed the cream into his skin.

‘What are you going to do to me?’ he said, his voice trembling with excitement.

‘Anything that I want,’ replied Janet. Madam Stone smiled broadly to indicate her approval and sat down on a nearby chair to observe the proceedings. Janet ran her hand over his paunch and circled his hard stalk with her fingers. His body was hardly the most appealing that she’d ever seen, but there was something strangely arousing about being in control of such a self-important and domineering individual.

She released her grip of his cock and let it fall to his stomach then walked slowly around the bed.
Harman’s
eyes followed her as she moved. His expression was of both fear and lust. Janet clambered on to the bed and squatted over his chest. She felt his hairs tickling against her bottom as she moved herself so that the jutting dildo was inches from his face. ‘Suck it,’ she commanded, ‘and taste me.’

Harman raised his head from the pillow as best he could and took the black phallus between his thin lips. Janet eased herself forwards and forced the full length into his mouth. He suckled it voraciously. She undulated her hips and fucked his face steadily whilst reaching back with one hand and gripping his steel-hard erection. His stalk throbbed again and his cream soaked her fingers.

‘That’s the most beautiful sight that I have ever seen.’ Janet recognised the voice as that of Emily, Harman’s petite and quiet spouse. She swung round to see her standing at the foot of the bed. She was naked, save for a pair of black stockings and matching suspender-belt. To Janet’s surprise and delight, she saw that Emily’s pussy was completely shaven, and the engorged lips were pierced by about half a dozen small, silver rings. Her waist was very slim and her breasts were tiny, but her nipples were long and fiercely erect. These, too, had been pierced, this time with larger rings that glinted with the reflected light.