Then he pushes her up against the wall. He can feel the pace of her breathing quickening, her head going back, exposing her neck. He places one hand on her shoulder and stares into her eyes. There’s enough light coming from the glazed panel over the door just to be able to see a flicker of something there. No resistance, just an open invitation. He starts tracing a delicate line with his fingertip from her neck down to her cleavage. He clutches and kneads her right breast. Her eyes widen and her lips part. He thinks she’s expecting him to kiss her. Instead he speaks softly. ‘So what was it you said? I’m mad … and I’m also bad … and so I must be dangerous.’
‘That’s quite a seductive combination,’ she says.
Then he lets his hand drop down to her hip. He leaves it there long enough for her to feel the heat of it, and to imagine what’s going to happen next. Then he starts gathering up her dress. She’s got stockings on, hold-ups. Juliet would never wear hold-ups. He slips his fingers inside her flimsy silky knickers and then strokes her cunt with one finger. Mrs Hunt’s cunt. She really is slippery. Wet and slippery. He stops abruptly, removes his hand. Then he says, ‘Take them off’. She wriggles her knickers down over her hips, over her legs, and then steps out of them. He holds out his hand. ‘Give them to me’. She hands them to him. Then he says,
‘Pull your dress down.’
‘I don’t … I don’t understand.’ She shakes her head, but he just stares at her blankly. Then he lifts his mouth so that it gives the impression of a smile.
‘This isn’t the time … or the place … I just wanted to check you out, to see if you were willing.’
‘And now you’ve got your answer? What do you intend to do about it?’
‘I don’t know. I haven’t decided.’ Poor Caroline. If only she hadn’t Botoxed. She could be expressing all sorts of emotions right now. She straightens her dress.
‘My knickers?’
‘I’m keeping them.’
‘I don’t understand. Alex … what the hell?’ He doesn’t answer, just picks up their glasses. Hands her the white, and keeps hold of the red. Her hand is trembling. Alex’s commands are rarely countermanded.
He takes hold of her other hand and leads her back to the party. He searches the room, finds the face he’s looking for, and keeps a firm hold on Caroline’s hand as he heads for him.
Marcus Hunt turns to him. ‘Alex, hi? How are you mate?’ Even though she has the face of a plastic doll Alex can almost scent the fear in Caroline.
‘I was looking for Juliet but found Caroline instead. You’ve got a hot little wife, Marcus … really quite the bad girl …’
‘Oh, stop it, Alex. Don’t listen to him, Marcus. He’s only trying to wind you up. We’ve been discussing school, actually. Haven’t we Alex? Hardly naughty …’
‘Was it school? I’d forgotten that. Yes I suppose it was about school, partly.’
‘There you are, too dull to remember …’ Caroline giggles and takes a long sip of her white wine. Alex notes that her hands are still shaking. ‘There’s Juliet, over there, Alex. Didn’t you say you were looking for her?’
Alex ignores her and puts his mouth close to Marcus’s ear. At the same time he removes Caroline’s scrunched up knickers from his pocket and gets hold of Marcus’s hand and plants them into it.
‘Just remember that if you ever try getting anywhere near my wife’s knickers again, you’ll have to deal with me, and I’m an old- fashioned sort of guy. Eye for an eye …’
‘I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.’ Marcus looks at the lacy black triangles of silk in his hand. Then he looks at his wife. His face is a picture of confusion. ‘Caroline?’
‘For God’s sake, Marcus, he’s just having a sick game with you. With both of us …’ she narrows her eyes at Alex and mouths ‘ Fuck you. ’ Alex finds her comment vaguely amusing in the circumstances. He raises his
‘That’s quite a seductive combination,’ she says.
Then he lets his hand drop down to her hip. He leaves it there long enough for her to feel the heat of it, and to imagine what’s going to happen next. Then he starts gathering up her dress. She’s got stockings on, hold-ups. Juliet would never wear hold-ups. He slips his fingers inside her flimsy silky knickers and then strokes her cunt with one finger. Mrs Hunt’s cunt. She really is slippery. Wet and slippery. He stops abruptly, removes his hand. Then he says, ‘Take them off’. She wriggles her knickers down over her hips, over her legs, and then steps out of them. He holds out his hand. ‘Give them to me’. She hands them to him. Then he says,
‘Pull your dress down.’
‘I don’t … I don’t understand.’ She shakes her head, but he just stares at her blankly. Then he lifts his mouth so that it gives the impression of a smile.
‘This isn’t the time … or the place … I just wanted to check you out, to see if you were willing.’
‘And now you’ve got your answer? What do you intend to do about it?’
‘I don’t know. I haven’t decided.’ Poor Caroline. If only she hadn’t Botoxed. She could be expressing all sorts of emotions right now. She straightens her dress.
‘My knickers?’
‘I’m keeping them.’
‘I don’t understand. Alex … what the hell?’ He doesn’t answer, just picks up their glasses. Hands her the white, and keeps hold of the red. Her hand is trembling. Alex’s commands are rarely countermanded.
He takes hold of her other hand and leads her back to the party. He searches the room, finds the face he’s looking for, and keeps a firm hold on Caroline’s hand as he heads for him.
Marcus Hunt turns to him. ‘Alex, hi? How are you mate?’ Even though she has the face of a plastic doll Alex can almost scent the fear in Caroline.
‘I was looking for Juliet but found Caroline instead. You’ve got a hot little wife, Marcus … really quite the bad girl …’
‘Oh, stop it, Alex. Don’t listen to him, Marcus. He’s only trying to wind you up. We’ve been discussing school, actually. Haven’t we Alex? Hardly naughty …’
‘Was it school? I’d forgotten that. Yes I suppose it was about school, partly.’
‘There you are, too dull to remember …’ Caroline giggles and takes a long sip of her white wine. Alex notes that her hands are still shaking. ‘There’s Juliet, over there, Alex. Didn’t you say you were looking for her?’
Alex ignores her and puts his mouth close to Marcus’s ear. At the same time he removes Caroline’s scrunched up knickers from his pocket and gets hold of Marcus’s hand and plants them into it.
‘Just remember that if you ever try getting anywhere near my wife’s knickers again, you’ll have to deal with me, and I’m an old- fashioned sort of guy. Eye for an eye …’
‘I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.’ Marcus looks at the lacy black triangles of silk in his hand. Then he looks at his wife. His face is a picture of confusion. ‘Caroline?’
‘For God’s sake, Marcus, he’s just having a sick game with you. With both of us …’ she narrows her eyes at Alex and mouths ‘ Fuck you. ’ Alex finds her comment vaguely amusing in the circumstances. He raises his
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