Australian Holiday
by
beck_and_call@hotmail.com
Chapter 3: Lady Mowbray
Lady Mowbray watched as he examined his new 'home.'
" There's one thing you have not noticed. Up there."
She pointed to a security camera high in the corner of the room.
" You will be monitored continuously to make sure that you do not play
with yourself or wank yourself off. There is no bedding for the same
reason. You will not be able to play tents."
He looked at her closely for the first time. She must have lied about
her height. She was at least 6 ft tall and in her high heels towered
above him. She was no chicken. 'Must be in her late 30s or early 40s,'
he thought. She had an unfashionable curvy figure. Her large breasts
threatened to pop out of the long flowing silk gown. He thought it must
be split up the sides, the way she just flowed along in it. She had big
hips but she was not overweight, there was no sign of a tummy.
The roots of her hair betrayed the fact that she was having trouble
maintaining the colour of her beautiful, blonde shoulder length hair.
She was the type of woman that any bar keeper would give his right arm
to have behind his bar. At parties she would annoy all the other women
by collecting all the men like bees to a honey pot. Yet at the same
time, she obviously had class and a lot of money.
" Well darling. I cannot see why you would want to go back to your old
life. I am a rich woman, very rich. I guarantee that all your on going
bills will be paid on time. If there is anything you want to sell, car,
flat, whatever, my people will get a good price. The money will be paid
into an investment account, along with a substantial monthly allowance.
Think of it. No more worries. No more office politics. No more sweating
over courses."
She handed him three documents.
" Here. Sign these. Never mind the fine print. Either you have the guts
or you don't. One is your resignation from your job on medical grounds,
complete with medical certificate. Another is an open letter to all
your friends, telling them you are going abroad and do not want to be
found. The other is your contract of employment with me for ten years."
She moved closer, allowing one long muscular leg to push the gown open
and to reveal that it was stocking clad. It was the sort of leg he had
seen on the stages at Las Vegas. She softly caressed his cheek and he
could smell her expensive perfume. He signed.
"Susie!"
A short, pretty, young girl, dressed in the standard French Maids
outfit, appeared round the door way.
" Put that down."
Susie put a holdall on the floor.
" Here. Post these two off right away. Put this one on my desk with a
paper weight on it."
" Yes madam."
She gave a brief curtsy, flashed a smile at Jason and left.
