by N. K. Fox
With her orgasm overwhelming her Georgie opened her eyes to see Bunnie staring dreamily back, drinking in the sight...
Then as the waves of pleasure began to subside there was a loud rap on the window beside her. Georgie shrieked and turned to see Richard looking in, with a grin across his face like a Cheshire cat. She scrambled to do up her trousers and rearrange her shirt. Her nipples were still hard and the thin cotton did nothing to hide them.
‘How long have you been there?’ she demanded as she wound down the window.
‘Long enough,’ was his mocking response.
Feeling herself blushing she quickly changed the subject. ‘Where have you been anyway? Bunnie called you ages ago.’
‘Calm down, I’m a knight in shining armour. I’m here to rescue two fair damsels in distress. Have you seen them anywhere?’
‘Very funny,’ Georgie snorted. ‘Are you going to get us out of this or not?’
Chapter Four
Richard towed the girls until the track turned back to road and they followed his 4 x 4 back to the estate. Rain continued to lash down. Georgie seethed at Richard’s arrogance, but it was also tinged with shame at her own depraved behaviour. What must Bunnie really think, even though her friend didn’t seem to be sharing her embarrassment? On the contrary, Bunnie wore a satisfied smile as she hummed to herself, twisting a strand of hair around a slender finger.
After the oppressive and claustrophobic atmosphere of the car Georgie was pleased to get back to the light and warmth of the Manor. Immediately she headed to one of the living rooms and poured herself a large drink. Richard and Bunnie followed her but she stood with her back to them, staring at her reflection in a mirror. She was drawn and pale, and looked tired.
She took a sip of brandy, feeling it burn its way down to her stomach, fuelling her angst. She felt used, manipulated and embarrassed. She was quickly losing control of the situation and her own sexual feelings were confusing her at a time when she needed clear thinking.
She shook her head, bringing herself back to the present. Poor Lily was still missing and she’d got no further in her investigations. This was no time to be feeling sorry for herself; she had to be strong for Lily. She drained the last of her drink and felt it start to fortify her.
‘Are you okay?’ Bunnie asked tentatively.
‘Fine,’ Georgie snapped, regretting it at once. She had to control her anger. None of this was Bunnie’s fault and she was only trying to help. Still, it was the second time in two days she’d been caught in a compromising position, and she really should be more careful. She felt flushed, and wasn’t sure if it was the memory of being caught or the brandy kicking in. ‘Sorry,’ she said, turning round. ‘I’m just a bit tired, that’s all.’
‘I bet you are,’ said Richard, amused.
Georgie’s anger flared back up. ‘You sent us to that woman,’ she retorted. ‘What were you thinking?’
Richard became serious. ‘I know what I’m doing, Georgie. You have to trust me. The people we’re going to see tonight will expect certain things. I never said this would be easy, but this is the only lead we have. Rumour has it Lily’s been seen with some of the people who’re going to be there, and if we want to get information we can’t afford to arouse suspicions. I just want you both to be prepared.’
Georgie still wasn’t happy with Richard’s logic or methods, and what did he mean by ‘prepared’? What on earth were she and Bunnie walking into? But she needed him right now. With her parents away it was up to her to find Lily and she needed all the help she could get.
‘Okay,’ she said. ‘I’m onboard. I’ll do whatever it takes to find Lily, you know that.’
‘Me too,’ said Bunnie. ‘She’s like a sister to me.’
‘Good,’ said Richard. ‘I’m sorry to have to put you through this, but I reckon it’s the only way.’
They had limited time before they had to leave for the party. Bunnie followed Georgie upstairs and continued along the landing to her room next door. As Georgie sat on her bed she pictured Bunnie naked in the shower, soap suds clinging to her curves as jets of water flowed over her flawless skin. She wondered if the welts were still visible across her peachy globes, and if the scarlet strokes she’d inflicted still stung as the hot water washed over them. She had to stop thinking like that.
She stood up and started pacing the room. She needed to clear her mind. Even though they were short on time she decided to run herself a hot bath to help try to unwind. She slipped off her clothes and left them in a pile on the floor. Nurse would clean up later. The warm water enveloped her tired body as she lowered herself into it. Her limbs were aching and all she wanted to do was slip into her pyjamas and have an early night.
Reluctantly she dragged herself out of the bath and pulled a towel around her. She walked into her bedroom to find Bunnie sitting on her bed, her wet hair tied back in a ponytail, damp tendrils falling around her face. She was wearing a white fluffy dressing gown with the estate crest embroidered on the right breast. Georgie wondered if she was naked underneath it, and again she saw the image of her tied over the trestle table, her punished bottom glowing. Blushing as she realised what she’d been thinking, she noticed the way her friend was looking at her, her eyes moving over Georgie’s barely covered body.
‘I just thought I’d come and make sure you’re all right,’ Bunnie said, patting the bed beside her, and Georgie sat, glad of some time to talk without Richard around.
‘I’m okay,’ she sighed. ‘I’m just worried about Lily.’
Bunnie reached out and put a hand on Georgie’s exposed thigh. ‘Me too,’ she said, sliding closer, ‘and I meant what I said before; I’ll do anything I can to help.’
‘Thank you,’ said Georgie, resting her head on Bunnie’s shoulder. ‘I’m so lucky to have you. I don’t know what I would do without you.’
Bunnie kissed Georgie gently on the forehead. ‘You’ll never need to worry about that; I’ll always be here when you need me.’
They sat in silence for a few minutes before Bunnie got up. ‘I’d better finish getting ready,’ she said. ‘We have to leave in half an hour. See you downstairs.’
Georgie dressed carefully, choosing her favourite black silk underwear, not knowing what to expect she wanted to be prepared for any occasion. She looked in the mirror and appreciated how the panties hugged her curves and stretched tightly across her buttocks. The soft bra encased her breasts, framing the shadowy valley of her cleavage. It left little to the imagination but she needed every advantage she could get. She slipped into a simple but elegant black cocktail dress and applied tasteful make-up. It was show time.
Georgie was late meeting the other two downstairs, but they didn’t appear to notice. They seemed as anxious as she was about the evening ahead. After her earlier mishap she let Richard drive, and sat in the back with Bunnie, holding her friend’s hand.
Richard seemed to know where he was going, and after a short journey they pulled into the driveway of the large detached house on the edge of the village. Although the building was nowhere near as grand as Marrington Manor, Georgie could appreciate the impressive structure.
There were two types of resident living in the area. The first was the traditional rural community born in Coxham Marsh and earning a living off the land, or perhaps running one of the small stores on the tiny high street. Most of these families had been around as long at the Marrington Estate and had farmed the land for generations. The second type of resident was a newer addition to the village, and generally unwelcome by the original locals. Over the last thirty years successful professionals from the cities had been moving in, buying up the land to build their homes from scratch, pushing up the property prices and alienating the less wealthy community. As they parked outside the house Georgie wagered it was owned by one of the latter.
Richard turned to the girls in the back. ‘If Lily is involve
d in some sort of prostitution racket we should be able pick up some information tonight, but you’re going to have to work for it. Act like you belong, and follow my lead.’
Georgie bristled at Richard’s tone, resenting the implication that she wouldn’t be able to fit in without his assistance, but she suppressed her irritation as she got out of the car and followed him to the door. He was right, after all. He had been the one to introduce them to the Mistress, and he was the one who knew about the party and managed to get them an invitation. But how? Georgie puzzled. What was his connection to this world - a world she’d only just realised existed?
‘We’re late,’ he mumbled as he rang the bell. The front door opened and a woman stood there, her blonde hair tumbling in curls to her shoulders. She wore a long black evening gown that hugged her shapely body, cut low so that Georgie couldn’t help looking at the deep valley of her cleavage.
‘Richard, you naughty boy, you’re late,’ she scolded, then laughed as he feigned a hurt expression. ‘We nearly started without you. Come in, come in.’ She stood back to let them enter, Georgie smiling politely as she passed and caught the scent of heady perfume.
‘Sorry we’re late, Mary,’ Richard said as he followed her along the hall, ‘but my cousins took their time getting ready. You know what you women are like.’
‘I was only teasing, Dickie. Gideon and I are just pleased you could all make it. And besides, I’m willing to bet that you took longer than anyone else.’
Mary led them through some double doors into a sizable reception room. Georgie furtively scanned their surroundings, harbouring the vain hope that Lily would be there. This wasn’t going to be as easy as she’d hoped. She wished she could just start questioning people, but Richard had already warned them that the direct approach would scare everyone into silence. They had to be patient. They had to use subterfuge.
It looked like they were the last to arrive, the room full of people talking and drinking, although there was an obvious drop in conversation as they entered. Mary took their coats and offered drinks, explaining she had given the staff the evening off. She probably didn’t want them finding out what their employers got up to in their spare time, thought Georgie.
Richard strode across the room and shook hands with two men, leaving Bunnie and Georgie standing awkwardly together. They couldn’t hear what Richard was talking about, but there was a pause and the three turned as one, staring at the girls, then turned back, once again engrossed in conversation. Georgie had the feeling she had just been appraised and evaluated, which really got her blood boiling.
Mary returned and handed them a glass of champagne each. ‘We’re just waiting for my husband,’ she said. ‘He’s bringing up some more bottles from the wine cellar. Ah, speak of the devil and he shall appear.’
An imposing gentleman appeared and Mary introduced them, Georgie looking up into steely-grey eyes and strong features.
‘This is my husband, Gideon Lachlan. Gideon, these are Richard’s delightful cousins, Georgina and Bunnie.’
Gideon offered a large hand, which engulfed Bunnie’s as she shook it. He turned to Georgie and offered the same greeting. His grip was strong but his skin was soft. They were not the hands of someone who earned his living through manual labour. Silver flecks in his hair betrayed his age, which Georgie guessed at around early-fifties, but he retained chiselled good looks. She met his gaze as they locked eyes for a second longer than is usual, and she thought she saw something flash across his face, making her feel inexplicably uneasy, but then it was gone as quickly as it had come.
‘Nice to meet you,’ Georgie heard herself say.
Gideon smiled warmly and released her hand. ‘Time to get the party started,’ he said, throwing her a wink and walking into the middle of the room.
‘Ladies and gentlemen, can I have your attention please?’ The room fell silent, all eyes on the host.
‘Firstly, I would like to thank you all for coming and extend a warm welcome. I’m hoping you have all come here with an open heart and mind, as we have a few surprises for you along the way. You may have noticed a slight imbalance in our numbers this evening.’
Georgie looked around the room. She hadn’t noticed it before, but now she saw there were definitely more women than men.
‘I assure you this was not an error with the guest list,’ Gideon continued, grey eyes shining with mischief. ‘No, my darling wife and I thought we could change the rules slightly for this evening. Instead of mixed doubles, it will be two women for each man.’ Excited chatter broke out in the room and Gideon wore a satisfied smile; he obviously had the reaction he wanted.
‘Settle down, everyone, please,’ he said, gesturing with his open hands. ‘We still have the selection process to undertake. So now, can all the men in the room please close their eyes?’ There was silence as the male guests complied, and after making sure no one was peeking Gideon closed his eyes as well. ‘Now can all the women please remove their knickers and place them on the coffee table.’
Georgie blushed instantly, and she wasn’t the only one. A handful of the female guests were already removing the requested garment, Bunnie included, but the rest looked as awkward and embarrassed as Georgie felt. But the thought of Lily spurred Georgie on, and slowly she reached under her dress and slid her black silk panties down her stockinged legs.
She passed Richard as she took them to the low table. His eyes were closed, but a smug smile played around the corners of his mouth. Then a horrible thought struck her; what if she was grouped with Richard? She couldn’t possibly have sex with him; they were related. Okay, technically it wasn’t illegal to sleep with her cousin, but it was definitely icky. She’d never thought of him like that before. As infuriating as he could be at times, they were so close they were more like brother and sister. Georgie was prepared to do almost anything to find Lily, but she would have to draw a line at Richard.
Bunnie dropped her panties on top of Georgie’s, and they stood awkwardly side by side at the table to await their fate.
‘Open your eyes now gentlemen, please, and join me,’ Gideon instructed, moving to the coffee table.
There was an atmosphere of barely controlled excitement as the men became animated once more. ‘Each of you will take it in turns to pick two pairs of knickers randomly, and the lucky ladies they belong to will be your company for the evening.’
Bunnie was picked before Georgie. He looked like one of the younger men there, possibly in his late twenties. He had dark hair and serious eyes. As he picked up her white thong Bunnie moved wordlessly towards him, looking slightly apprehensive. She kept her eyes on the table as the man picked his second pair, white knickers, bigger this time, and a shapely blonde stepped forward.
It was Richard’s turn next, and Georgie held her breath as he made his choices. But she needn’t have worried; his selection turned out to be two young women, Fern and Rachael, who both looked thoroughly pleased with the arrangement. For his part, Richard looked like the cat that got the cream.
Only one other woman was left with Georgie as Gideon took his turn, but there was only one pair left. They were black silk panties which Georgie knew were hers, and the watching room realised, as did she, that one of the two left had come to the party wearing no knickers at all, whereupon Georgie hastily grabbed hers, not wanting anyone to think she’d been the one who’d turned up so flagrantly underdressed.
Gideon looked serious for a second, and then clapped his hands together, his face splitting into a leer. ‘Edwina, you little minx!’ he chuckled. ‘I should have known.’
The room erupted with laughter and Edwina made a mock curtsy to the watching crowd.
‘Now the formalities are over with, please relax and enjoy yourselves,’ Gideon announced. ‘Let the fun begin!’
The numbers started to thin as the groups spread around the house, finding their own space until there were only the three
of them left: Gideon, Georgie and Edwina. It was the first time Georgie had dared to look at her properly. She was pale, her skin flawless apart from a smattering of freckles across her cheeks and nose, and she had flame-red hair that fell over her shoulders. She wore a yellow dress, the light fabric clinging to the curves of her breasts and hips.
‘I thought we could spend a bit of time getting to know each other before we join the others in the pool,’ said Gideon, topping up their glasses with champagne. ‘I’ve been especially looking forward to meeting you more intimately, Georgie. Shall we?’
Without a word Edwina took Georgie’s hand and they followed Gideon into the hall and up the stairs.
Richard led the two women out into the garden, not believing his luck. He’d heard rumours about Gideon’s infamous parties but this was the first he had been invited to. He was nervous, but his excitement and barely controlled lust propelled him to indulge himself with the women. It would be rude not to.
Outside they walked to a patio surrounding a spot-lit pool. The garden was impressive, and as it was a pleasantly warm evening guests were already making themselves comfortable at the poolside tables.
‘Fancy a swim?’ Richard asked, hoping to break the ice.
‘Good idea,’ said Fern, the older brunette, leading the way to the pool. Both women undressed while Richard looked on appreciatively.
Fern was the first to break the pool’s glittering surface. ‘Come on in, the water’s lovely,’ she called to Rachael, the petite blonde, splashing her playfully. Giggling, Rachael lowered herself in, Fern meeting her with a passionate kiss. Richard smiled; the evening was turning out better than he could have possibly hoped.
Rather than getting in and joining them he decided to wait and watch the two ladies get acquainted. He pulled out a chair at the nearest table and watched them kissing, their mouths open, tasting each other’s tongues.