somehow it seemed to be one more act of submission. Iâd be undressing close to Stephen English. To all intents and purposes heâd ordered me to take my clothes off. The fact that it wasnât for sex didnât matter â it was going to turn me on.
To make matters worse, I couldnât even flirt, not that I was going to do anything obvious, not after last time, because Paul was there and I very definitely didnât want him getting the wrong end of the stick. I caught myself biting my lip as I retrieved my bag from the car, and spent ages choosing a quiet place in among the ferns to undress. Even then I was so carried away with the idea of Stephen ordering me to strip that I had my knickers half down before I remembered that it was completely unnecessary.
It was just as well that Iâd gone well in among the trees, because somebody passed with a dog while I was changing and would definitely have got an eyeful if I hadnât been careful. Just hearing them pass made me blush and hurry to pull my skirt up, and immediately wonder what was happening to me, Fizz, whoâd play topless in the band and flash my knickers in the street for the hell of it.
They were waiting, Stephen with his full attention on Paulâs explanation of how the camera trackedmovement, as if making me strip to my undies in the middle of a wood was of no consequence whatsoever. I knew it shouldnât have been either, but I couldnât get it out of my head. I found myself smiling and hoping heâd say something as I waited for them to finish talking. He did, sort of.
âFelicity, splendid, you look human again. Now if you could just walk through as you did before.â
I went through the same simple routine and, as before, the laptop pinged long before Iâd reached the oak tree. Stephen gave me a thumbs-up as if Iâd done something clever and I continued until I was sure I was no longer in shot. Paul was the first to speak.
âPerfect. Youâre a natural, Felicity.â
âThat was hardly difficult.â
âYouâd be surprised. A lot of people canât help but keep looking at the camera, or just appear self-conscious.â
âAre we done then?â
Stephen had closed the laptop and glanced at his watch as he spoke.
âJust about. We should wait for a few more people to pass to see how the camera reacts, and then I donât know about you two, but I could do with a bite of lunch.â
He was so utterly indifferent to other peopleâs privacy that I just had to say something.
âMight people not object?â
âI donât see why. Besides, theyâre unlikely to notice.â
His arrogance really was breathtaking, but he was right about nobody noticing. In the time we spent waiting three people passed, two just minding their own business and the third walking her dog. Stephen decided that was enough for the time being, and weleft, first for lunch at the Green Man and then back to the office. They were very confident about making money, casually putting an expensive lunch on the company accounts, including a bottle of strong red wine which left them in an easygoing mood for the afternoon.
I didnât seem to have anything to do, so I played with the computer, first pretending to study the system and then looking at the images theyâd downloaded from the laptop. As with my own and theirs, each had a number, first a jogger, the man whoâd passed while I was dressing, then a shifty-looking man who might just have been going for a walk, or not. Enough gay guys cruise the area to make me wonder, but there was only a slight nervousness in his manner to suggest his intentions were anything other than completely innocent. Next came the jogger going the other way, and last an elderly and prim lady with her dog. I couldnât help but smile at the way the camera had reacted, recording not only her face, but that of the dog, which was a big old
To make matters worse, I couldnât even flirt, not that I was going to do anything obvious, not after last time, because Paul was there and I very definitely didnât want him getting the wrong end of the stick. I caught myself biting my lip as I retrieved my bag from the car, and spent ages choosing a quiet place in among the ferns to undress. Even then I was so carried away with the idea of Stephen ordering me to strip that I had my knickers half down before I remembered that it was completely unnecessary.
It was just as well that Iâd gone well in among the trees, because somebody passed with a dog while I was changing and would definitely have got an eyeful if I hadnât been careful. Just hearing them pass made me blush and hurry to pull my skirt up, and immediately wonder what was happening to me, Fizz, whoâd play topless in the band and flash my knickers in the street for the hell of it.
They were waiting, Stephen with his full attention on Paulâs explanation of how the camera trackedmovement, as if making me strip to my undies in the middle of a wood was of no consequence whatsoever. I knew it shouldnât have been either, but I couldnât get it out of my head. I found myself smiling and hoping heâd say something as I waited for them to finish talking. He did, sort of.
âFelicity, splendid, you look human again. Now if you could just walk through as you did before.â
I went through the same simple routine and, as before, the laptop pinged long before Iâd reached the oak tree. Stephen gave me a thumbs-up as if Iâd done something clever and I continued until I was sure I was no longer in shot. Paul was the first to speak.
âPerfect. Youâre a natural, Felicity.â
âThat was hardly difficult.â
âYouâd be surprised. A lot of people canât help but keep looking at the camera, or just appear self-conscious.â
âAre we done then?â
Stephen had closed the laptop and glanced at his watch as he spoke.
âJust about. We should wait for a few more people to pass to see how the camera reacts, and then I donât know about you two, but I could do with a bite of lunch.â
He was so utterly indifferent to other peopleâs privacy that I just had to say something.
âMight people not object?â
âI donât see why. Besides, theyâre unlikely to notice.â
His arrogance really was breathtaking, but he was right about nobody noticing. In the time we spent waiting three people passed, two just minding their own business and the third walking her dog. Stephen decided that was enough for the time being, and weleft, first for lunch at the Green Man and then back to the office. They were very confident about making money, casually putting an expensive lunch on the company accounts, including a bottle of strong red wine which left them in an easygoing mood for the afternoon.
I didnât seem to have anything to do, so I played with the computer, first pretending to study the system and then looking at the images theyâd downloaded from the laptop. As with my own and theirs, each had a number, first a jogger, the man whoâd passed while I was dressing, then a shifty-looking man who might just have been going for a walk, or not. Enough gay guys cruise the area to make me wonder, but there was only a slight nervousness in his manner to suggest his intentions were anything other than completely innocent. Next came the jogger going the other way, and last an elderly and prim lady with her dog. I couldnât help but smile at the way the camera had reacted, recording not only her face, but that of the dog, which was a big old
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