To say we were subdued was an understatement. Pixie, Oli and I were, for us, unusually quiet as the late night Eurostar sped towards Paris. I can't speak for the other two, but I, Aussie Annie, joker and life and soul of the party, was verging on being overwhelmed by what I had just put my hand up for. Like Frodo with the ring or Harry with Voldemort, I had...
"Mmm" Claudia grunted. Her mouth was taped and there was a bag over her head. She was being taken to the local Mafia's hideout after she messed up one of their deals. "Quiet!" A girl said. "I dont want you making anymore noises!" Claudia could hear the sound of something hitting the ground, maybe a metal bat? "No, Nadia no...
NOTES: Irinia Kalenko's machinations have caused a series of changes in what Harriett had once deemed a hopeless situation: The call she made after her first session was to a cousin of hers, who happens to work as "muscle" for the Russian mafia . At her request, Harriett's blackmailer is brutally beaten and forced to leave town, solving the busty nurse's im...
As Louise's purple Marks and Sparks knickers were rolled down over her soft hips there was sudden flurry of activity on the stage. A day-glo pink gynaecology chair was wheeled on by two men in overalls and a bleached blonde woman who couldn't have been more than 19 years old wearing a white beautician's coat entered stage right pushing a trolley on which was...
I love travel, but hate airports, something to do with the crowds I think. Nevertheless, I decided to be patient despite the interminable comings and goings of gape-mouthed, gormless passengers and their loved ones. That's another minus point for airports; no one seems to know where they're going, I hate indecision. The bovine mass irked me, and my present d...
The evening had been erotic, but disturbing. The usually ebullient and confident Ekaterina was subdued, and her mood communicated itself. Emm, the only one of us unaffected by the events of the day, was happily letting her Mistress run her hands over her superb body, but contributed little beyond her undoubted sexiness. She had clearly been attracted by the...
I was tired. I was horny. I was also getting impatient. I am not sure which of the three prompted me to push the door open and point my gun at whoever was in the room with Sarah, perhaps all three; but I did just that. 'Okay, I have had enough.' Sarah was sitting on the edge of her bed, and opposite her, on what should have been my couch, was a blonde woma...
It was too dark to see the face of the figure who was moving toward my berth, but, discounting a very early morning call with coffee, this could only be bad news; I had only moments to react. I grabbed the phone Alessandra had given me and set it to taser mode. Pointing it at the person opening the compartment, I fired straight at the solar plexus; the figu...
One Week with Esme, or How Two Friends played Slave and Mistress for One Week and Became Better Friends, or Just When You Think You Know Everything About Someone... * Part One Esme has done me a great service. She discovered the great regret in my life, for which I'd lose everything were someone important in my life to discover it. She not only did not...
'How the fuck can Sarah have a clue for us? She's almost as vanilla as you, and this Broad is devious.' Miss Sinn was sprawled on the chaise longue, her slit skirt revealing her stocking tops and long, shapely legs. Her silk blouse, with one button more than necessary undone, revealed her dark purple silk bra, which matched, and I could just see her panties...