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by Ray Gordon


  Realising that she was becoming beholden to Michael and his wife, Hayley decided to leave once Belinda had recovered and there was no more talk of the police. The episode had been horrendous, she thought, changing back into her stockings and skirt, and then buttoning her blouse over her naked breasts as she heard Belinda calling her.

  'Yes, ma'am?' she whispered, nervously entering the bedroom, the scene of the 'crime'.

  'I've been thinking,' the woman said, her expression pained as she laboured to sit up in bed.

  'Oh?' Hayley fretted about what she'd been thinking.

  'Yes, well, as I see it I have two choices,' the convalescent went on. 'No, actually you have two choices. My husband was saying that you want to leave us.'

  'Well, I...' Hayley suddenly felt guilty, although she didn't know why, 'it's just that after all that's happened...'

  'But if you leave I'll have to involve the police.'

  Hayley was again too filled with dread by the mention of the authorities to wonder why her staying or leaving should make any difference as to whether they we involved or not. 'And... and if I stay?' she asked anxiously.

  'If you stay we'll put all this behind us. And I'm sure we'll get on just fine.'

  'So, I have no choice about it?'

  'I don't want you to leave. And I'm sure that you don't really want to go back to your old job. You have a future here - a good future.'

  'Even so, I still think I'd rather leave,' Hayley said determinedly. 'If the police—'

  'You'll stay here, do you understand?' the woman cut in, not to be defied.

  'As a prisoner?' Hayley challenged. 'Is that why the doors are locked?'

  'Not as a prisoner, young lady, no,' Belinda said. 'You'll stay here as our housekeeper, as my personal maid. I merely asked Michael to lock the doors as a precaution against the weirdo in the woods. Until he's caught and stopped I think that's a sensible thing to do, don't you?'

  The woman's annoying logic totally disarmed Hayley, and again she felt bad, and perhaps even silly, for questioning her motives.

  'Now, you can go some way towards making amends for your appalling behaviour by massaging my back,' the woman went on. 'I think I may have bruised it when you attacked me.'

  Rolling the quilt back and rolling gingerly onto her front, Belinda ordered Hayley to proceed, and blushing uncomfortably as she eyed the rounded cheeks of the woman's naked bottom, the hairless lips of her vagina nestling between her slightly parted thighs, Hayley didn't like this at all. There was definitely something most peculiar about Belinda, she knew, as she sat on the edge of the bed and tentatively began to massage her shoulders. There was something most peculiar about the woman - and Hadleigh Manor.

  Moaning softly as Hayley worked, Belinda was obviously enjoying the attention, but Hayley was worried. She was locked in, and even if she wasn't Belinda had threatened her with the police and ordered her not to leave. Was she really a prisoner in her new place of employment?

  'Lower,' Belinda sighed, and moving her hands down her back, Hayley again eyed the fleshy swell of the woman's vaginal lips as she parted her thighs a little further. Was she a lesbian? She'd certainly been having sex with someone in her room. Who was it: the gardener, or another woman? Hayley knew she'd be ordered to move her hands lower, and lower and lower until...

  'A little lower,' Belinda whispered dreamily, confirming Hayley's fears, and meekly obeying she smoothed her palms down to the cheeks of her naked buttocks, massaging the firm globes. If she moved her fingers any lower she'd surely make contact with her boss's sex, and still finding it hard to believe the woman wanted some kind of lesbian encounter, she wondered what choice she'd have if ordered to touch her there... between her thighs. If she refused she might well end up with a criminal record, no matter how unjust that would be. Did Belinda want her to touch her vagina? No, this was very wrong, Hayley knew as she kneaded her mistress's buttocks.

  'I think you know what to do,' Belinda breathed huskily, languidly parting her thighs even further.

  'I... I don't know what you mean, ma'am,' the girl murmured, her fingers dangerously close to the woman's femininity.

  'After the way you've abused me,' the woman said, 'the least you can do is bring me a little comfort.'

  'But, ma'am...' Hayley couldn't believe what was being asked of her.

  'Do it, Hayley,' the woman said, her tone becoming slightly sterner. 'Do as I tell you or you'll be in more trouble than you ever dreamed possible.'

  Knowing a refusal was not an option, Hayley pressed her fingertips against the fleshy swell of her mistress's sex lips, wondering how she got herself into this unbelievable predicament. Floundering in confusion and despair she cringed and felt dizzy. She didn't know what she was doing, or why. Unable to think straight, she imagined the police handcuffing her and marching her out to a waiting car if she didn't do as her mistress demanded.

  Things had started to go wrong from the minute she'd arrived at Hadleigh Manor, she reflected, and with the threat of the police hanging over her she felt beholden to Belinda. So deciding that she had no choice other than to play along with her, she planned to make her escape once the coast was clear and the doors were unlocked again. They wouldn't keep them permanently locked, would they?

  'What are you thinking?' Belinda asked.

  'Nothing, ma'am,' Hayley replied.

  'Don't lie to me, girl. You're massaging between my legs and you're not thinking anything?'

  'Well, I... I suppose I was thinking about my brief time here at the house,' she confessed. 'And how nothing much has gone right for me.'

  'That's your own doing,' the woman said uncompromisingly. 'You went into the woods against permission, you assaulted me and knocked me out...'

  'That was an accident, ma'am,' Hayley complained, exasperated with the continuing allegations.

  'Accident or not you knocked me out,' the woman insisted. 'But this is a fresh start, and so far you're doing very well. Keep on like this and we'll get on extremely well after all. I take it you know what to do, what I want?'

  'Erm... w-well, I...' Hayley stammered.

  'All I have to do is lift the telephone and call the police,' the woman threatened. 'What with my husband witnessing your assault on me...'

  'But he wasn't even here!' Hayley exclaimed.

  'If I tell Michael that he witnessed your unprovoked attack on me, then he'll go along with that.'

  'Why are you doing this to me?' Hayley objected.

  'Because I like you, Hayley.'

  'Because you like me?'

  'Yes, I like you and I want you to stay at Hadleigh Manor,' Belinda disclosed. 'Now, you know what I want so get on with it.'

  Struggling to comply with Belinda's salacious demands, Hayley thought she'd be better off facing the authorities. She'd probably get off with a warning, which would be far better than embarking on a disgusting lesbian relationship with her employer. So she stood up and moved to the door, her decision made, and she wasn't going back on it.

  'What are you doing?' Belinda asked, lifting her head and staring fiercely at Hayley. 'Were do you think you're going?'

  'I'm leaving, ma'am,' she replied. 'I won't do what you want me to do.'

  'I've written a letter to your mother,' Belinda announced, completely out of the blue. 'I've not posted it yet, and I hope I won't have to.'

  'A letter to my mother; what does it say?' Hayley couldn't help but ask.

  'It says that you're doing fairly well here,' Belinda told her, 'but I wrote that fifty pounds in cash has gone missing from my bedside table.'

  'Well I've not taken your money,' Hayley gasped indignantly. 'I would never steal from anyone.'

  'No money has gone missing, Hayley,' the woman acknowledged. 'I've written the letter as an insurance. Should you leave us, then I will send it.'

  'That's blackmail, ma'am!' Hayley protested.

  The woman smirked, looking very pleased with herself. 'Yes, I do believe it is,' she said glibly. 'Now come back
here and carry on with what you were doing.'

  Returning to sit on the edge of the bed, Hayley resumed her highly questionable duty as she pondered the woman's threat. Easing a finger between her mistress's fleshy lips and caressing the wet flesh surrounding the entrance to her hot vagina, she shuddered. It was this or the police, she reflected dolefully. It was this, or her mother would be told despicable lies about her. She had never even touched herself like this, let alone another woman. But what choice did she have?

  Belinda no doubt wanted to feel Hayley's fingers inside the hugging sheath of her vagina. She wanted her to massage her inner flesh, inducing her juices to flow. But caressing the hot wet flesh, Hayley couldn't bring herself to push her fingers deep into her quivering body and sink into a lesbian encounter. This was wrong, she repeatedly thought, but her eyes closed as she continued her work and she did her best to please her mistress.

  'I also wrote another letter to your mother,' Belinda breathed. 'And I did post that one.'

  'Oh?' Hayley gasped, fearing the worst.

  'I said that we're off to Portugal for a couple of weeks.'

  'I've never been abroad,' Hayley said.

  'And you're not going abroad. I told your mother that because I don't want her trying to contact you.'

  'Why not?'

  'Your training starts today, Hayley.'

  'Training, ma'am?' The girl was confused by what she was doing and what she was hearing.

  'You have the makings of a fine housekeeper, Hayley; I know from experience that you've got what it takes. The day will no doubt come when you leave Hadleigh Manor, which will be my loss. When you eventually leave here with an excellent reference and proper training you'll be able to land yourself any job you wish. You do want a good reference and to be correctly trained, don't you?'

  Hayley contemplated this for a while, and then nodded. 'Yes, ma'am, I do,' she confirmed.

  'I'd like to think you'll be at Hadleigh Manor for several years to come,' the woman went on, 'but I have to accept that you'll probably want to move on some day.'

  'Thank you, ma'am,' the girl said carefully, 'but...'

  'But what, Hayley?'

  'The things you're making me do...'

  'Do they worry you?'

  'Well, yes,' she admitted.

  'I don't see why they should. You're simply attending to my needs. It's all just part of you performing your duties and looking after me.' The woman smiled and sighed dreamily. 'Now, I'm feeling tired so I want to have a nap. Your clever fingers have got me all relaxed. You go downstairs and get on with something and I'll call you later.'

  Leaving the room Hayley didn't know what to think. What she'd just been doing troubled her; massaging her boss's vagina, pleasuring her... how far would the woman want her to go? Where would their intimacy end?

  Chapter 4

  Hayley woke to the sun streaming in through her window at the dawn of her third day at Hadleigh Manor.

  'Hayley,' Michael called urgently through the closed door as he tapped on it.

  'Come in,' she said, grabbing the quilt to cover her naked body.

  'It's Belinda,' he said, opening the door and staring at her. 'She's not at all well.'

  'What's the matter with her?' Hayley asked, genuinely concerned.

  'The doctor's just left.'

  'Is it her head?'

  'No, no, he reckons she has food poisoning.'

  'Food poisoning?' Hayley echoed. 'But she's hardly eaten anything since she fell over. What did the doctor say, exactly?'

  'He's going to run some tests. She's sleeping, but if you'd look in now and then to check up on her?'

  'Yes of course,' she said. 'But what she's eaten is exactly the same as we've eaten.'

  'The doctor did say she might have been poisoned by something other than food.'

  'What do you mean?'

  'I don't know. Something might have got into her water or coffee.'

  'How could that happen?'

  'You tell me, Hayley.'

  'The water is all right, and we've all been drinking from the same coffee pot. Are you saying that someone has deliberately poisoned her?'

  'I'm not saying anything. All I know is what the doctor told me.'

  'That someone has poisoned your wife?'

  'He just thought it odd, that's all. He did say it's not serious, once he's run the tests we'll know what the poison is and hopefully how she managed to take it.'

  'Well I hope you don't think it had anything to do with me.'

  Michael shook his head. 'No, I know you don't like Belinda but I don't think you'd do such a thing.'

  'I wouldn't poison her,' Hayley stated flatly.

  'No, of course not,' he concurred. 'Well, I have things to do so I'll see you later.'

  As he left the room and closed the door Hayley frowned. He did think she had something to do with it, she was sure. It was a ludicrous and unforgivable thing to think of her. But he was right about one thing; she didn't like Belinda.

  Having showered she dressed in her short shirt and blouse and left her room. It was bad enough that she'd been blamed for hitting Belinda with a shoe and knocking her to the floor, but to now have Michael think she'd poisoned his wife was just too much.

  Creeping down the stairs to the landing below and kneeling outside Belinda's door, she spied through the keyhole. She could just make out the woman still in bed, seemingly sleeping as she always slept late in the mornings. But something wasn't right, she instinctively knew as she made her way down to the kitchen.

  'Damn,' she cursed, trying the backdoor only to find it was again locked. This wasn't to keep some man out of the house, she mused, it was to keep her in. Moving through to the dining room she was even more determined to get out of the house when she discovered that none of the windows opened. Creeping into the study she sighed, for all the windows were either locked or screwed shut. The house was like a prison, she thought, returning to the kitchen and wondering how she was going to get away.

  Looking down at her blouse, the swell of her breasts, the shape of her nipples clearly visible, she wondered whether to make her escape the next time Michael left the house. She wasn't prepared to endure Hadleigh Manor for a moment longer than she had to. The time had definitely come to leave.

  'I have to go to the shops,' she said as Michael wandered into the kitchen.

  'But we have everything delivered,' he countered.

  'There are things I need,' she insisted. 'Personal things, Michael.'

  'Hayley, we have everything delivered,' he said again.

  'I don't care, Michael,' she persisted. 'I need to do some shopping and you can't keep me locked up here like a prisoner.'

  'I know what you're up to, young lady,' he stated accusingly, frowning sternly. 'I know what your game is.'

  'What my game is?' she echoed. 'What are you talking about?'

  'You hit Belinda, knocking her unconscious,' he insisted. 'And now, it seems, she's been poisoned.'

  'Wait a minute,' she gasped. 'If you're going to start making accusations like this I think I'd better speak to a solicitor. To accuse me of doing such things is totally unacceptable.'

  'It's all right,' Michael interrupted, holding up his hands in a placatory manner, 'don't panic.'

  'Don't panic?' she snorted. 'I'm as good as imprisoned here and now you're accusing me of attempting to murder your wife!'

  'Of course I'm not, Hayley,' he said, trying to defuse her emotional outburst. 'Before we say any more let's wait until we hear from the doctor. By the way, Dave Ruby just rang me.'

  'Oh?' Hayley said, calming herself a little.

  'Yes, he's coming over here this evening,' he told her. 'He's between gigs at the moment so he's paying us a visit.'

  'Michael, I appreciate what you're doing for me,' she said, not wanting to alienate possibly her only ally, 'but I'm not so sure that I want to be a housekeeper any more. Not for you, Dave Ruby, or anyone else.'

  'Oh, I see,' he said, looking disap
pointed. 'That's a shame because he's coming over especially to talk to you.'

  'To talk to me?' She was shocked. 'Well, I—'

  'But I'll call him back and tell him not to bother.'

  'Well,' she said, trying to retrieve the situation, 'I suppose I could at least talk to him.'

  'Hayley, I told you before that you can't mess us about. Either you want to work for Dave or you don't.' He held his hand to his head and sighed. 'All this unfortunate business with Belinda is, well, it's a nightmare. It's really getting me down.'

  'You don't have to tell me that,' she concurred with feeling. 'To suggest that I poisoned your wife is not on.'

  'Do you realise that whether a poisoning is deliberate or accidental, a doctor has to report it to the police?'

  Hayley had never heard of such a thing before. 'No, I've not...'

  'As I said, let's wait until we hear from him,' he went on. 'In the meantime it might be a good idea to take some water and perhaps some fruit up to Belinda.'

  'All right,' she sighed, realising he wasn't going to allow her to leave the house, and as she filled a glass jug with sparkling water and put it and a clean glass on a tray she decided to wait until she'd spoken to Dave Ruby before doing anything rash. It would probably be easy enough to break out of the house if she absolutely had to.

  'The doctor's just phoned,' Belinda said as she propped herself up on her pillows. 'I was poisoned, young lady.'

  'Yes, I know,' Hayley said, placing the tray on the bedside cabinet. 'Did he say what it was that poisoned you?'

  'Weed killer,' the patient said. 'And the gardener always has weed killer in his store.'

 

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