good hard spanking? It’s only what I deserve.’
‘I don’t believe I’m hearing this. Who the hell do you think I am, Gale?’
‘Ms Raspberry Caine of course. After reading your book it made me think, “now there’s someone who really understands women and their needs”. You know how to handle someone like Faye Delahaye, a spoilt bitch. You treat her like a worthless slut, and she enjoys every bitter sweet moment of it and I am just like her.’
‘I’m sorry, Gale, but I am not your personal Dominatrix,’ she said, standing up and walking across the room towards the door. ‘Thanks for the tea and the chat, but I really must be going.’
‘Please stay, Ms Caine?’ pleaded Gale, a faraway look in her eyes, ‘You can do with me as you please, and I mean anything. But I don’t need to tell you that, you already know I’m just seeking the ultimate in humiliation.’
Becky grabbed the twin door knobs and pulled open the doors before turning to face her.
‘Really, Gale? So how humiliating would it be if your neighbours saw you flying through that fucking window with my boot up your backside.’
She left the room slamming the doors behind her and walked briskly along the hallway, the heels clacking loudly on the tiled floor.
Shona appeared from nowhere carrying Becky’s jacket, helping her on with it before opening the front door. Without a word Becky ran down the steps on to the pavement, waving frantically at a passing London cab.
Chapter 9 – Suspicious Minds
Becky walked into Rudge’s wing of the apartment looking flustered, tossing her mobile ‘phone on to the leather sofa.
‘I don’t believe that bloody woman,’ she said, ‘that’s eight times she’s called me in the last two days.’
‘La Buckingham, I presume?’ asked Rudge, looking up from his laptop, ‘Looking back it’s hard to imagine that I used to have a crush on her in my adolescent years. Never meet your heroes, Becky.’
‘She’s still badgering me to re-enact chapter fourteen of your bloody book,’ she replied, kicking off her flip-flops, ‘if she wants to be Faye Delahaye, why can’t she just go to a dominatrix prostitute?’
‘She probably doesn’t want to end up in the Sunday ‘papers,’ replied Rudge, ‘that’s why these famous folk rely on a small circle of trusted staff and friends. They don’t want the more unsavoury aspects of their cosseted life made public.’
‘I suppose you’re right, but why does she want to include me on her list? I hardly know the woman.’
Rudge nodded his head sagely before looking up at her from his laptop.
‘That could be part of the reason,’ he said, ‘you didn’t even know who she was when you first met her, so you’re not in awe of her celebrity status.’
‘I think it’s just the book,’ said Becky, ‘she’s just desperate to live out the role of Faye Delahaye.’
‘I based that character on the wife of my old boss, Faye Hetherington.’
‘Was she into all that, you know, stuff?’
‘I haven’t a clue what she got up to in her private life, I only spoke to her once.’ Rudge replied, matter-of-factly, ‘about five years ago when she breezed into the office. She was taking her old man out to lunch, and ordered me to collect her car from the garage after its service. She told me not to take all day about it either, the cheeky cow.’
‘Charming, is that why you wanted her humiliated in the book?’ said Becky, ‘Like that old saying, ‘revenge is a dish best served cold’, or something like that.’
‘Who knows? I hadn’t given the woman a second thought in all that time, but I was pissed when I wrote the thing. Perhaps I wanted to right a few wrongs which had been festering in the back of my mind all these years. I’m no psychologist but that’s all I can come up with.’
Becky lay back on the sofa and stretched
‘I don’t believe I’m hearing this. Who the hell do you think I am, Gale?’
‘Ms Raspberry Caine of course. After reading your book it made me think, “now there’s someone who really understands women and their needs”. You know how to handle someone like Faye Delahaye, a spoilt bitch. You treat her like a worthless slut, and she enjoys every bitter sweet moment of it and I am just like her.’
‘I’m sorry, Gale, but I am not your personal Dominatrix,’ she said, standing up and walking across the room towards the door. ‘Thanks for the tea and the chat, but I really must be going.’
‘Please stay, Ms Caine?’ pleaded Gale, a faraway look in her eyes, ‘You can do with me as you please, and I mean anything. But I don’t need to tell you that, you already know I’m just seeking the ultimate in humiliation.’
Becky grabbed the twin door knobs and pulled open the doors before turning to face her.
‘Really, Gale? So how humiliating would it be if your neighbours saw you flying through that fucking window with my boot up your backside.’
She left the room slamming the doors behind her and walked briskly along the hallway, the heels clacking loudly on the tiled floor.
Shona appeared from nowhere carrying Becky’s jacket, helping her on with it before opening the front door. Without a word Becky ran down the steps on to the pavement, waving frantically at a passing London cab.
Chapter 9 – Suspicious Minds
Becky walked into Rudge’s wing of the apartment looking flustered, tossing her mobile ‘phone on to the leather sofa.
‘I don’t believe that bloody woman,’ she said, ‘that’s eight times she’s called me in the last two days.’
‘La Buckingham, I presume?’ asked Rudge, looking up from his laptop, ‘Looking back it’s hard to imagine that I used to have a crush on her in my adolescent years. Never meet your heroes, Becky.’
‘She’s still badgering me to re-enact chapter fourteen of your bloody book,’ she replied, kicking off her flip-flops, ‘if she wants to be Faye Delahaye, why can’t she just go to a dominatrix prostitute?’
‘She probably doesn’t want to end up in the Sunday ‘papers,’ replied Rudge, ‘that’s why these famous folk rely on a small circle of trusted staff and friends. They don’t want the more unsavoury aspects of their cosseted life made public.’
‘I suppose you’re right, but why does she want to include me on her list? I hardly know the woman.’
Rudge nodded his head sagely before looking up at her from his laptop.
‘That could be part of the reason,’ he said, ‘you didn’t even know who she was when you first met her, so you’re not in awe of her celebrity status.’
‘I think it’s just the book,’ said Becky, ‘she’s just desperate to live out the role of Faye Delahaye.’
‘I based that character on the wife of my old boss, Faye Hetherington.’
‘Was she into all that, you know, stuff?’
‘I haven’t a clue what she got up to in her private life, I only spoke to her once.’ Rudge replied, matter-of-factly, ‘about five years ago when she breezed into the office. She was taking her old man out to lunch, and ordered me to collect her car from the garage after its service. She told me not to take all day about it either, the cheeky cow.’
‘Charming, is that why you wanted her humiliated in the book?’ said Becky, ‘Like that old saying, ‘revenge is a dish best served cold’, or something like that.’
‘Who knows? I hadn’t given the woman a second thought in all that time, but I was pissed when I wrote the thing. Perhaps I wanted to right a few wrongs which had been festering in the back of my mind all these years. I’m no psychologist but that’s all I can come up with.’
Becky lay back on the sofa and stretched
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