My Darcy Mutates…

by Enid Wilson

  The banter and conversations continued, but no one was able to get a name from Darcy.

  His plan to have a private conversation with Elizabeth was repeatedly foiled by Caroline, who kept close to his side all evening. When Elizabeth left to retire for the night, he thought about following her to her bungalow, but he still couldn’t shake Caroline off. In the end, he only managed to escape when he went to Richard’s room.

  “How long will you be with Richard?” Caroline asked forlornly.

  “A long time.”

  “I brought you a present from Paris. I want to give it to you tonight.”

  “Tomorrow’s fine.”

  “What’s your room number? I can wait there for you. Maybe you can give me your key.”

  Darcy shuddered and insisted, “Tomorrow.” He then escaped into Richard’s room and slammed the door shut.

  ***

  Caroline was extremely vexed about the turn of events. She had thought she could force Darcy to reveal his fantasy tonight. She didn’t mind giving the man a taste of her fabulous body. This would be a small step towards her grand plan to become Mrs. Darcy.

  Why did he have to retreat to that blasted playboy’s room? I wished I had paid more attention when they gave out room keys...

  She was deep in her thoughts when she bumped into Annesley. “Hey, look where you’re going, big lady!”

  “Sorry, Miss Matchstick!” Annesley retorted.

  Caroline was ready to put Annesley in her place…but then she saw that she was carrying a clipboard of papers.

  “Is that logistics? I need to talk to William Darcy about something urgent. Can you check his room number for me?”

  “I’m not supposed to give out that sort of info.”

  “Here’s $20. Just check!”

  Such a nasty woman! “Keep your money, Miss. Luckily for you, I’m in a nice mood tonight. William Darcy? Let me check… Ah. Room 12.”

  Caroline almost ran back to her room, forgetting the need to walk elegantly at all times. She decided to spend two hours to primp and perk her body up for the rendezvous with William. A facial, an orange-scented bath and a full-body oil treatment should do it. He was bound to be back to his room after two hours.

  Knock or not? Better go through the balcony door. It’s so hot tonight, I’m sure he’ll have it open. And what a treat for him! Under the full moon, a perfectly toned body waiting to fulfill his every fantasy...

  ***

  Caroline’s seduction plan was working out as well as she could possibly have wished. Under her sensual silk wrap, she wore only an orange see-through negligee. She wasn’t wearing a bra or panties. Why hide the perfect body when I had paid so much for it?

  She was right on time, for once. And, to her immense satisfaction, she found the balcony door of Room 12 wide open. But before she could sneak in to present herself as a present to Darcy, she heard a woman moaning loudly.

  “So, you fantasised about me all those times? Why didn’t you tell me earlier? No, don’t touch it like that. Do it like this. Yes! Thrust harder. I haven’t had an orgasm for decades…”

  Caroline nearly fainted by the door! How could you, William! With that ancient witch, Lady C!

  She crept on trembling legs off of the balcony, then ran back to her room as quickly as she could. After she slammed the door shut, she picked up the vase of flowers and threw it against the wall.

  Her anger only subsided after she had smashed several other pieces of furniture in the room. Exhausted, she sat down on her bed. Can I ever forgive his transgression? I didn’t know he had a thing for old wrinkled woman.

  The practical side of her responded, what’s the difference? He’s still loaded. You'll still have private jets, enormous yachts and all the designer clothes you want. The thought of all the beautiful designer clothing finally calmed her down. It’s worth it! She decided, then threw her tired body down on the soft mattress and went to sleep.

  ***

  Outside the balcony of Room 12, a man sucked his cigarette hard, breathing in and out non-stop. It was his third consecutive one. He was unwilling to return to the bed. Such a demanding woman! Her skin was like sand paper! And her breasts sagged like hanging cucumbers! Such a lot of hard work, just for the position of a TV presenter! Damn!

  ***

  Darcy was annoyed that he hadn’t been able to find a moment all morning to talk to Elizabeth again. Everyone was gathered in the studio, as the shooting would start soon.

  “Dear boys and girls, new costumes for a new day,” Lady C said.

  “What did she have for breakfast? She seems so cheerful this morning.” Richard whispered to Darcy. The latter shrugged, but Caroline, who was standing right next to them, heard their exchange and shuddered.

  “Do we get to change partners?” Collins asked.

  “Sorry, my dear, no such luck. You’re still stuck with Miss Supermodel. Now, all the gentlemen, please look under your coffee cups. There is a number written there. Richard, what number do you have?”

  “Four.”

  “That is the cowboy and cowgirl costume. Collins?”

  “One.”

  “That’s the lion and leopard costume.”

  “Damn! Why do we always get the worst one,” Caroline pouted.

  “Bingley?”

  “Three.”

  “That’s the Pirates of the Caribbean costume. And that means that Darcy got two. That’s the Regency costume. And now for our first game, ‘Practise The Shot!’”

  Two temporary horizontal bars were set up in the studio, spaced 2 metres apart. The female contestants were behind one bar, the men behind the other, with each pair of contestants facing each other across the divide. Each person had both hands handcuffed to the bar but spread slightly apart, and they were tied with a string at their waist.

  Another string soon dropped down from the front. On the men's side, a banana was tied at the end of this vertical string, touching the ground. On the women's side, a tube 8 cm (around 3 inches) in diameter with openings on both ends was hung from the string.

  “The game’s really quite easy. Richard, Charles, Darcy and Bill, you just have to sway your body to swing the banana to hit the golf ball here into the tube of your partner. You’ll score 10 points when the shot goes through. Of course, the lovely ladies on the other side can help to receive the balls by moving slightly to position the tube better for your shot. We'll have an assistant put the golf ball in the mark right in front of the men, and another assistant on the women's side to keep the score. So let’s practise the shot!”

  Elizabeth couldn’t help laughing at Darcy. Gone was the nerdy scientist look. Also gone was the hot batman look. Along with his pristine tight shirt, waistcoat, trousers and riding boots, there hung a funny-looking small banana. He swayed his hips left, right, forward and backward, in every possible angle, but the golf balls just wouldn’t cooperate. He sent some balls to Caroline’s side, some to Jane’s and one even as far as Charlotte’s.

  “Look at Bill! Use your feet to help,” Elizabeth yelled to him.

  “That’s cheating!”

  “They didn’t say you couldn’t use your feet. Quick! Or we’ll lose.”

  Darcy followed her instruction and used his feet to help kick the banana to hit the balls. Finally, he put some through the target, but they still lost the round to Bill and Caroline.

  “Bill and Caroline, which torture box do you want to inflict on them?”

  “No, no torture for my sweet Elizabeth!” Collins said.

  “Yes, no torture for William,” Caroline added.

  “Sorry, Bill and Caroline. We can’t break the rules. Darcy and Elizabeth, how about you two choose a number?”

  “Three,” they said in unison, and looked at each other in surprise.

  Wickham took out the note card from the torture box and said, “Oh, this is really no torture at all. Elizabeth, you just need to sit on Darcy’s shoulders while he jogs around the studio three times.”

  “But I�
��m in Regency dress!” Elizabeth protested. “How can I sit on his shoulders?”

  “Just hike it up. Do you want me to help?” Wickham asked, and winked.

  “Let’s not waste time. Annesley, help her mount Darcy.” Lady C said, losing some of her cheerful countenance upon seeing Wickham’s flirty manner toward Elizabeth.

  Elizabeth was hot and flustered. To hike up her dress indecently in front of millions of TV viewers was embarrassing enough. But, to top it off, Darcy was grasping her naked thighs too tightly. Despite that, she didn’t feel at all safe on her perch, because he was very tall. When he started to run, she felt as if she was sitting on top of a three-storey building, about to plunge to her death, so she bent her body lower and held tightly to his jaw, with her breasts practically resting on the top of his head.

  In truth, Darcy had lost the game because he was so distracted by Elizabeth’s low neckline. Her gorgeous breasts almost spilled out of the dress every time she laughed or bowed down to receive his balls. Now he was hyperventilating from holding her creamy thighs steady on his shoulders and feeling her secret lips rubbing the back of his neck. To make things worse, she bounced her breasts against the top of his head at every stride and held his throat tightly. He felt like he was going to be suffocated. He just hoped that no one would notice his bulge in the tight trousers of his costume, or suspect the true reason why he ran so awkwardly. I may expire from the lack of oxygen, but my dead body will be fully aroused!

  When the torture run was finally finished, he was eternally grateful for Annesley’s help in relieving him of Elizabeth, amid the chuckles of other people in the studio.

  ***

  “Now for the second game: ‘Fill The Bottle.’ Blindfold the men, and then handcuff their hands behind their back!”

  Once that was done, three special bottles were pinned onto various parts of the costume of each female contestant. The bottles were small and light, made of plastic so they didn’t weigh down the costume. The pin was moulded onto the waist of the bottle, leaving the top open and easily accessible.

  “Ladies, here are some marshmallows. Place one between your partner’s teeth, then put your hands on top of your head and don’t drop them at any time. We will deduct 5 points if you do so. You can tell your partner where the bottles are and instruct them to push the marshmallows down the bottle. Each bottle must have at least one piece of marshmallow. Each one will earn 10 points. Any extras he can push in will earn him 5 additional points. If your partner drops the marshmallow, our assistant will give you another one to place between his teeth. That is the only time that you’re allowed to drop your hands from your head. Is that clear?”

  “Bloody silly game!”

  “So embarrassing!”

  “I don’t want to play!”

  “Shut up, every one! Now spin the men around and lead them near their partners!”

  When Darcy was led near Elizabeth, she said, “Open your mouth! Here’s the marshmallow. I have one bottle near my right ni… chest, one near the… inside of my left thigh and one at the base of my spine. Which one do you want to try first?”

  On hearing the locations of the bottles, Darcy eyes widened under the blindfold and he swallowed hard, accidentally gobbling the marshmallow down his throat.

  “What did you gulp it down for? We’re losing precious time!”

  “Sorry, give me another one quickly. Let’s start with your breast, uhm, chest.” He could feel blood cruising down his body. Sweat broke out on his forehead.

  Elizabeth put another marshmallow between his teeth, then moved nearer. When his chest touched her body, he started crouching down a bit, as he was taller than her. First, his jaw touched her right shoulder. Then he went lower and traced his way farther down her body.

  Soon, his jaw felt her nipple. So hard and firm! How I want to nibble on it! Don’t think of that. You will disgrace yourself in front of everyone. He was about to swallow again, but he remembered the marshmallow, so he stopped. Right underneath the nipple, he could feel the bottle.

  To find the bottle opening, however, he had to lower his face onto her breast. He breathed in the scent of lavender; then, through the fabric, his nose grazed the hard tip of her nipple. He could feel his arousal cresting, and he froze.

  “Drop it in!”

  Elizabeth’s breathless words startled him from his sensual trance. He shuddered, mouth gaping slightly open, and dropped the marshmallow onto the floor.

  “Not again!”

  Without waiting for him to recover, Elizabeth grabbed another piece from the assistant and placed it between his teeth.

  He still had his mouth near her nipple. “Quick! Push it into the bottle.”

  Darcy obeyed, but the bottle opening had been specially made to be slightly smaller than the size of the marshmallow. He couldn’t just drop it in. Instead, he had to stick his tongue out and thrust the marshmallow into the opening.

  As the bottle was dangling below her nipple, and her partner’s head was bowed there, Elizabeth couldn’t see whether he was successful. But she could feel the breath from his nose, blowing hot air onto her nipple. She then felt his mouth pushing down against the bottle, putting weight on her costume and stimulating her sensitive tip. She could also feel his tongue sticking out, grazing her peak as he thrust the marshmallow into the bottle. She could sense the heat gathering at her legs, making them trembled. She nearly dropped her hands from her head, because her whole body seemed to be on fire.

  “Finally!” he said after pushing one in.

  “Now, down to the bottle pinned on the inside of my left thigh,” Elizabeth said weakly and placed another marshmallow between his teeth.

  Darcy crouched farther down. His nose and mouth traced from her right nipple diagonally down to her left thigh, leaving a hot path across her body.

  The bottle was pinned to Elizabeth’s body in a most naughty way. Both the front and back panel of the dress were pinned together with the bottle, making the dress look like trousers. The bottle was hung about 10 cm underneath her womanhood, on the inside of her left thigh. She therefore had to stand with her legs wide open to allow Darcy’s head to move into position there. She could feel her panties growing wet as she sensed Darcy's nose and mouth near her sex.

  Darcy was not doing much better. He breathed in her womanly scent, and he could feel the heat of her body rising through the fabric of her dress. The bottle was so close to her apex that he practically had to touch her there, in order to reach the opening of the bottle. After attempting several angles, he finally managed to stick the marshmallow into the opening.

  Thrusting it down into the bottle itself posed more of a challenge. His tongue seemed to have developed a will of its own. It wanted to thrust upward toward her hot entrance, instead of down to the bottle. In the end, the tongue won over the mind, sliding over the fabric and across her secret entrance. He could imagine her lips separating under the relentless pressure of his tongue...

  “What are you doing?” Elizabeth was shocked by his move and backed away, which sent him stumbling to sit on the ground. As if in slow motion, Elizabeth saw the marshmallow drop down from the opening of the bottle onto the ground.

  “Damn! We’ll have to start all over again.”

  Luckily, other contestants were not doing very well, either. At the end of the game, it was the team of Charles and Jane that lost the round, as Charles had been so distracted by Jane’s body that he’d dropped most of the marshmallows anywhere except inside the bottle. They were then treated to a torture: he had to do 20 push-ups with Jane riding on his back.

  Another silly game was played, to conclude the second day of shooting. At the end of the day, Bill and Caroline won and were granted a mud spa. Charles and Jane lost and were treated to their final torture, with Charles jumping rope with Jane riding on his front – this time until they reached 50 jumps non-stop. Charles had no complaint, as he enjoyed shaking with Jane very much.

  ***

  When Darcy entered the d
ining room, he was relieved to see that Caroline was not there. He gave Elizabeth a hot gaze. She was sitting with Jane and Charlotte again.

  Richard greeted him. “Darcy, did you hear about Caroline?”

  “What about her?”

  “She had an accident in the mud spa, and the production company is taking her back to the mainland for emergency treatment.”

  “I hope it’s not serious. Bingley, didn’t you want to go with her?”

  “No, apparently she just needs the attentions of a plastic surgeon for a few hours.”

  “A plastic surgeon?”

  “Yes, it seems that one of her false body parts couldn’t stand the heat in the mud spa.” Richard winked and burst out laughing, “Sorry, Bingley. No offence to your sister, but I never knew fake breasts were so delicate. My medical knowledge seems to be seriously lacking. It’s just that I can imagine your response on seeing her with two different sizes.” With that, he turned aside to talk to Collins.

  Most of the people around the table tried not to laugh, but they all had silly grins on their faces, even Bingley. The dinner atmosphere was much better without Caroline there, except for the constant fawning of Collins over Elizabeth.

  When the dinner was finished, Darcy thought he might be doomed to another wasted day with no chance to talk to Elizabeth. Charlotte seemed to prefer talking to Collins more than Richard, tonight. She distracted Collins to the pool area but, unfortunately, Richard had Elizabeth’s attention. Darcy, however, was not going to give up so easily, so he followed them toward the beach.

  He was jealous of the easy manner in which they joked, teased and chatted. Why is it that she does nothing but challenge me, when we were together? We never converse comfortably. Damn Richard! Always chatting up pretty girls and leaving them! His mood became darker and darker as they progressed further down the beach.

  When Richard playfully splashed some water on Elizabeth, dampening her sundress and making her squeal and retaliate, Darcy found that he had had enough. After several frustrating days, seeing Richard flirting with his Elizabeth was simply too much. He grunted a good night and stormed off to his bungalow, refusing to become a third wheel