Librium

by PJ Bayliss

  It was a surreal feeling watching this scene in the flesh. Julie hadn’t even seen this kind of thing happen in porno movies let alone experience it happening right in front of her. Despite all the noise and scent in the air, it didn’t seem as if it were actually happening in front of her.

  Julie’s mind was in a haze as the first guy came, his erect penis spilling out all over the girl’s breasts and throat. As he did so, the man opposite him started to groan and climax, then the third one suddenly thrust his hips forward and ejaculated with such force while standing over the girl’s waist. There was cum flying everywhere and a couple of drops even made its way to Julie’s catsuit as she stood there adoring the scene.

  Some of the observers clapped in applause. The exhibit was over and the crowd started to disperse back into the centre of the room. Julie watched as some helpers approached, untied the girl, and released the ropes. She wiped herself down with a towel before taking a long jacket from a man standing at her feet. With a brief exchange of words, he took her hand a led her away to a darkened corner of the room.

  ‘Are you ready?’ whispered Chaise.

  ‘Sorry, what?’ replied a somewhat shell-shocked Julie.

  ‘Are you ready?’

  ‘Ready for what?’

  ‘The next exhibit,’ Chaise nodded his head toward another group of people gather at the other side of the room.

  ‘Oh!’ Julie blushed, ‘Sure, but can we get another drink first? I’m parched!’

  That next glass of wine was the beginning of Julie’s eventual demise that evening.

  16

  Wake up sleepyhead,’ Chaise gently shook Julie’s shoulder to rouse her from her sleep. She looked up at him wearily as he stood against the illuminated curtains. ‘C’mon, it’s time to hit the road, Jules.’

  He drew the curtain partially open and left the room for Julie to get ready. She wiped her eyes and reminded herself where she was. Julie could barely believe what happened the previous night. The hotel room surroundings helped to convince her otherwise, but it was the sight of the folded up latex catsuit on the bedside table that galvanised the reality of what happened.

  Chaise came back into the room with a glass of water. ‘How’s your head?’ he asked.

  ‘A little sore…’

  ‘I thought as much,’ he handed her some pills. ‘You had quite a night.’

  ‘Oh, not too embarrassing I hope?’

  ‘Never,’ he replied bluntly.

  Julie looked over at the catsuit. ‘Err, did we…?’

  ‘Nope. You were in pretty bad shape and practically asleep when we got back here.’

  Chaise was willing and able to take their relationship to practically any level, but when it came to having sex while being intoxicated, he was very reluctant to do so.

  ‘You’re an angel,’ she smiled and tossed the pills back into the back of her mouth.

  ‘Carl’s keen to get moving.’

  ‘Oh God! I forgot about Carl… last night ‘n all.’ she looked at the catsuit once again.

  Chaise laughed. ‘Never mind that! Besides, he still has his leash,’ he winked and left her to get ready for the trip to London.

  Julie stumbled out of bed, the room spun as she gathered her wits. The effects of the wine were still sitting with her. ‘What time is it?’

  ‘Quarter to nine,’ Chaise called from the other room.

  ‘When did we get back here?’

  Chaise poked his head through the door. ‘Three,’ Julie was sitting on the end of the bed looking sorry for herself. ‘Are you okay?’

  ‘I think I’m still a little tiddly…’

  ‘You think you’ll make it today? It’s a decent trip ahead of us.’

  ‘I have to. This headache though, it’s a killer.’

  Chaise looked at her in pity. She looked to be in bad shape and his intention to reach London the next day to talk to her father had now been altered.

  ‘Bummer,’ he looked down at his watch, ‘Let me figure something out. You get yourself showered and pack your bag.’

  Julie scurried about the best she could under the circumstances as she knew how important this trip was for Chaise and now she was the one person screwing it up. She swallowed another pill and convinced herself to harden up to the pain and face the music.

  The hot shower sobered her up a little bit and eased her aching muscles. She recalled dancing the night before amidst a blur of other things. The bukkake scene, then the spanking demonstration, rope-play lesson and a glory-hole wall. She washed the suds from her body and noted the strange red marks that the catsuit must’ve left on her skin, but thought nothing else of it. There were so many visions from the evening that would remain with her forever, but she also feared some were already forgotten as scrubbed the shampoo out of her hair.

  She dried herself off and stashed everything into her bag before entering the bedroom.

  ‘Where’s Carl?’

  ‘He’s downstairs settling the bill and getting the car.’

  ‘Oh, we better get going then huh?’

  ‘Afraid so. It’s like an eight-hour drive, so… yeah.’

  Julie sensed the disappointment in his voice, ‘I’m sorry Chaise… I didn’t want to have it end up like this.’

  Chaise took a hold of her bag. ‘It’s okay Julie. Let’s talk about this later. We have to go.’

  ◆◆◆

  Julie sat in the back seat feeling sorry for herself. Her headache was gradually clearing, but the sorrow seemed to make it worse. She felt like she’d let Chaise down by drinking too much the previous night and now they were running late due to her irresponsible behaviour. Making it worse was Chaise’s easy, calm, and always accepting attitude to her behaviour. He didn’t blow a fuse or reprimand her for what she’d done. He forgave her almost immediately.

  Goddamn it, why was he so bloody perfect?

  Julie’s thoughts were muddled. Everything was happening so fast on this trip. First the invite from Chaise to go to the States, then the kinky fuck-festival party thing, and now this humble yet saintly composed version of Chaise. Her subconscious wheels of thought kept spinning as she considered why she behaved like that the previous night.

  Shit! Do you want it to end like this?

  A cold flush of longing washed over her chest and face. Perhaps that was reason why she behaved so badly? Maybe subconsciously she didn’t want to go back to the States with him and she acted like that to make it easier for her to leave him at the end of term? Was the animal that came out last just a mechanism of self-protection?

  Thoughts of self-doubt filled her mind as she sat in the back seat. The silence was becoming unbearable also. Not a word had been said by any of them so far on this journey and they were practically leaving the city limits of Edinburgh.

  Chaise’s phone broke the peace as a text came through. He picked it up and swiped the screen to read it. With a few quick movements across the screen he sighed and put the phone down.

  ‘You can ease up a little now bro. We don’t need to make London tonight after all.’

  ‘Cool. What’s the plan then?’

  ‘Stratford. Peyton has organised a place for us to spend the night there instead. It’ll be a six-hour trip, not eight and a half,’ he turned back to look at Julie, ‘That should be a little better for you.’

  Julie smiled and nodded in appreciation.

  ‘We’ll have to leave early in the morning though to make the plane.’

  ‘How early?’ asked Julie.

  ‘About six.’

  She felt a little better now and less concerned about her misbehaviour. There seemed to be less pressure on herself now and she was pleased that they wouldn't be checking in so late that evening.

  The extra night travelling meant there was a chance to make amends with Chaise. However, now she had raised a questionable ounce of self-doubt now by questioning her own willingness to leave England with him.

  ‘Mama is taking care of the arrangements in Capri by
the sounds of it,’ said Carlos.

  ‘What arrangements?’ Julie asked. Perhaps this was her chance to “break the ice”?

  ‘Notices to the local community. Flowers, and taking the messages back from everyone.’

  ‘Oh…’

  ‘She’ll be planning a bit of a feast too. It’s a bit of an Italian tradition to have heaps of food as well, but I’m not sure if there will be a huge number of people coming.’

  The car fell silent for a moment and Julie kicked herself for resorting to such a gruesome topic to break the tension between Chaise and herself.

  ‘I’m sorry for you guys, honestly. It sounds like grandfather was a marvellous man.’

  ‘He was,’ replied Chaise, ‘but he was also very sick for a long time, so I’m relatively pleased his suffering is over. We all knew this was coming to this a very long time ago, and none of his pills helped to change that. God knows how he tried.’

  Silence pushed its way back into the conversation once again before Chaise spoke up. ‘How’s your headache Julie?’

  ‘Hmm, wish I had some magic pills to get rid of it quicker.’ Chaise looked at Carlos with a cheeky grin at her response. ‘Oh no! No way you guys! I don’t bloody well trust either of you two to give me a magic headache pill!’

  The twins laughed out loud with her accusation. ‘Oh Julie! You just know the pair of us only too well!’ they cried out before all three of them laughed together at Julie’s predicament.

  ‘Did you enjoy last night?’ asked Carlos.

  ‘Yes, but some parts are a little hazy, to be honest.’

  ‘You did have a few glasses too many, but no harm. Besides, we probably should’ve kept a better watch on you. I know I became a little preoccupied at that wall.’

  ‘I know, and it caught me off guard too. But I’m a big girl now and should know my own limits,’ she confessed, ‘It’s not as if anything went too wrong, you know what I mean?’

  Carlos nodded in agreement while Chaise bit into the knuckle of his thumb. For a moment Julie wondered if, in fact, nothing did happen.

  ‘That pisses me off, you know that?’ Chaise muttered.

  ‘Sorry? What?’ she replied.

  ‘It annoys me that girls are put into that position so easily. You should be able to have a good night, enjoy yourself and not worry about that kind of shit.’

  ‘What are you talking about?’ Julie knew too damn well what he was concerned with, but she needed to hear it from his voice.

  ‘Date rape.’

  Chaise had been bothered by a comment made to him several nights ago and he despised the notion that Julie felt things could go wrong in such a manner. Even within their company the fear remained real. It was just one of life's hazards to navigate.

  Carlos hummed in agreement with Chaise. ‘Damn right bro! You got me there.’

  ‘Oh no, I’m not suggesting that anything like that…’ Julie pleaded.

  ‘I know,’ interrupted Chaise. ‘We know what you mean. And obviously, you’re safe with Carl and myself. But it just pisses me off that it has happened to other women, you know?’

  He turned to face Carlos in the driver’s seat. ‘Hey, bro, you don’t think?...’

  Carlos looked at him briefly and then focussed back on the road. ‘Oh no… I see that look on your face. You’re thinking again!’

  Chaise laughed, ‘Well I ain’t having a fucking orgasm, if that’s what you mean!’ He scratched his temple and continued, ‘I think we can do it you know…’

  ‘Do what?’ Julie pried from the back seat.

  ‘He’s talking about a remedy. I can see it in his eye,’ suggested Carlos.

  ‘A remedy?’

  ‘Yup.’

  ‘Are you Chaise?’ Julie leant forward in her seat, ‘what are you thinking of?’

  ‘Carl’s right. And I believe we can do it too.’

  ‘I’m confused,’ said Julie, ‘maybe it’s last night’s wine, but can you start at the beginning?’

  Chaise turned around in his seat to face Julie and his brother. He had a grave and sincere look on his face as he continued to explain.

  ‘Pegasus can help us formulate a remedy to date rape drugs. At least, I believe it’s possible. The company already produces drugs that replicate the effect of illnesses and side-effects and all that stuff. It’s only a matter of formulating something that counters the effect of those drugs.’

  ‘Really? You can do that? How?’

  ‘I don’t know, yet. I’m thinking of something like an antidote to the drug. Like a snake bite remedy, only you take it prior to being bitten to give you immunity.’

  ‘That’s one weird proposition you have there babe. What on earth has brought this on?’

  ‘I’ve been mulling it over for a while now, but what Maggie said the other night triggered something inside me.’

  ‘I remember, you guys were talking about North Street.’

  ‘Precisely. And it’s not the first time I’ve heard someone say that about North Street either. It really bothers me.’

  ‘Why would they say that?’

  ‘It’s because it was accidental, right? I mean, you never accidentally rape somebody, or even come close to it. When was the last time somebody’s dick accidentally fell into your mouth?’

  ‘Well, never. Obviously.’

  ‘My point exactly. But because the incense accidentally drifted into the lives of everyone that night, it is easily misconstrued.’

  ‘And you seriously think you could prevent it?’

  ‘Sure! Why not?’ Chaise shrugged his shoulders, ‘I mean, the company specialises in countering side effects of drugs, and we could produce a date rape drug in a heartbeat, so…’

  ‘All this makes perfect sense,’ interjected Carlos, ‘I can really see your point here dude.’

  ‘Wow!’ exclaimed Julie. ‘It’d be marvellous if you could pull something like that off. I mean, well… with the Viagra for women, plus this anti-rape serum or whatever you want to call it. There’d be no woman on the face of the planet that wouldn’t think that you weren’t God’s gift.’

  Chaise smiled at her comment. ‘I only need one girl on this planet to believe that, and I’m looking at her right now.’

  Julie purred with his compliment. ‘Seriously though Chaise. There’s never a night on the town when I need to think about my safety like that, and it totally sucks. A solution like that would mean the world, but I’m also curious, why can’t you do this with hangovers’?

  ◆◆◆

  Julie’s headache gradually eroded away throughout the rest of the journey. By the time they reached Newcastle, she was feeling her usual self once again and decided it was an ideal time to catch up on her reading on Kindle. She grabbed her phone and flicked through the pages in the back seat. Carlos and Chaise talked to each other in Italian about the funeral, the upcoming trip, and how they looked forward to going home to work with their father in New York.

  Their Italian dialogue was music to Julie’s ears as she read in the back seat. It took her away to a magical world where nothing made sense but it all fitted together perfectly. It only became grounded whenever they mentioned Peyton’s name every now and again.

  That girl was an anomaly to Julie. One she thought would disappear along with Chaise upon his return home, but now that she was expected to travel back with him, she figured that Peyton’s world would collide with her in due course. As her name cropped out of the flow of Italian words from the twins, Julie took it upon herself to ask about her once again.

  ‘Are you two talking about what’s going on in America.’

  ‘Yes. We’re just wondering what type of work our father has for us.’ Chaise replied.

  ‘I figured as much. It sounds like this Peyton lady has a fair bit of involvement in things?’

  ‘I wouldn’t say she runs the show, but there’s very little that would escape her attention. Even with our father at the helm.’

  ‘Sounds like you know her pretty well.’


  Carlos muttered something to Chaise in Italian, who hummed in agreement before replying to Julie. ‘We have a little history.’

  His tort reply caught Julie off guard. 'History? What is that supposed to mean?'

  Chaise was just about to reply when Carlos spoke up.

  ‘Leeds is coming up, guys. I wouldn’t mind taking a break from driving.’

  Chaise looked at his brother and knew he wasn’t fatigued. He could tell a lifeline when it was thrown at him.

  ‘No problem dude. Take the next pit stop up here and get some gas. I’ll take over and drive from there.’

  ‘What about me?’ pipped Julie from the back seat, ‘I could drive.’

  The two boys looked at each other. Chaise shrugged his shoulders. He couldn’t think of any excuse why Julie couldn’t take the wheel. It was her car after all.

  They exchanged positions and Carlos took the back seat. Julie figured it might be the ideal time to discover more about the United States, Pegasus Pharmaceuticals and most importantly, how Peyton fitted into the equation.

  Chaise on the other hand had other ideas and hijacked the time to drift away and quietly dozed in the passenger seat beside her.

  This wasn’t the time or place for any interrogation over his historic relationship baggage.

  17

  Julie veered off at Warwick Bypass and drove through the tunnel beneath the M40. Chaise woke to his senses as she braked for the roundabout to Stratford. He caught a glance of the large blue road sign flash by as they approached the traffic lights. He stretched and yawned as they came to a halt.

  ‘Final stretch, huh?’

  ‘Uh-huh. Only ten minutes to go,’ Julie replied. ‘You haven’t told me where we’re staying.’