The Count of Monte CristoChapter 58 M Noirtier de Villefort
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This is actually the third in the night shift series but the second part is momentarily lost. Also this is only the first of the third part. It will all make sense eventually. But someone was on my mind when I was writing this and I don't think I have done her justice.
What a long day it had been. Another wedding attended. Another afternoon, post morning ceremony, where she had spent too much time stood in her heels, meaning the backs of her legs were now aching, passing pleasantries with people mostly she barely knew. She had worn the black dress, black with purple-pink flowers which she knew was glorious but would not overshadow the bridal party whilst still allowing the theft of enough appreciative glances to satisfy her heart. It complimented her curves and held her tight, the black bra showing past the dress shoulder straps when she moved too quickly ensured that any specific attention she desired could easily be enraptured. She couldn’t have looked better than she felt. The ribbon necklace emphasised the tops of her breasts rather than distracting from them. It was pleasing to know, or at least suspect, that some of the attached men at todays wedding would probably be rubbing their cocks over their memories of just how she looked. Just thinking of it now gave her a warm pulse deep within her black panties, a pulse which caused a genuine smile to reach her lips rather than the falseness of being nice to people you don’t really like. One of the purple painted limos arrived from the Hotel everyone from the wedding were staying at, she was there for the night after her plus one had gone off without her she would return home in the morning after making best of this free of charge night of luxury. The car stopped by her, the colour of it’s door almost a perfect match for the very dress she worse. She admired her own reflection in the mirrored black glass, enjoying how her curves must look to someone else. The becapped chauffeur appeared in the reflection and, leaning past her, opened the door for her to enter, offering a hand so she could lower herself ladylike into the too low bench seat before her. The door was crisply closed behind her. Subtle lights came to life around her in the darkened interior, the first taste of luxury that the hotel offered. She sat carefully, with her legs folded off to one side so as not to give the driver an undeserved sighting up her legs and beyond, for she was sure that he would see in the mirror given the opportunity. She could have raised the privacy glass of course, and she might, but didn’t want to appear rude. Her driver opened his door beyond the divider and slid behind the steering wheel. After checking the car and that she was safely seated he released the brake and gently pulled away. The well tended lawns of the wedding venue passing beyond the windows. “Where to miss?” said a strangely familiar voice. She leaned forward and peered over the divide but could not see the drivers face.”Could we circle for a bit, show me the sights, before you take me to the Hotel?” she suggested to the back of his head, to which he promptly nodded. The voice must have been imagined. She sat back and kicked her shoes off burying her toes in the think shag of the floor carpet. The strands under her soles giving blessed relief after the day restrained. She glanced forward and considered. “Do you mind if the glass is raised I feel like being alone” she asked and in a moment she was separated from the driver by a sheet of opaque glass decorated with a mosaic of a purple dolphin. The car quietly journeyed through the area. Trees and buildings slid past unviewed whilst she basked in the luxurious car interior sipping on what tasted like neat bourbon from the cut glass decanter in the console. The voice! She did know the voice! It was him! The English tourist……
As she felt the blush rise up her chest and onto her cheeks she leapt forward and rapped on the glass. Perhaps she was wrong. She hadn’t actually seen the driver properly and she was basing it all on him saying three words. But it was too late the partition was dropping away. She was sat on the right of the car now, rather than direct centre at the back, she could almost touch the steering wheel. “Yes Miss?” he politely enquired. “It is you isn’t it? You’ve picked up a slight american accent but it’ is definitely you!” she demanded of him. There was no mistaking his profile with the same amused smile as if the whole world was a joke that only he really understood. She made love on and off for four hours looking at that same smile until the sun came up before he vanished from her life as suddenly as he had first appeared. “Yes Miss. I am still quite definitely me!” He laughed quietly. “You recognised me didn’t you and said nothing” she felt like he’d dirtied what their brief encounter had been by not saying anything, not even a “Hi again, remember me!”. “No, I didn’t recognise you at first at all. I didn’t recognise you with your clothes off to be honest!” he explained. “Excuse me?” She spat. “I mean I didn’t recognise you out of your uniform. I would definitely remember you with your clothes off, that is burned into my memory and doesn’t fade at all, This time I’m the one in uniform, you on the other hand are an elegant lady to my dishevelled hospital patient. I think you win this one” He laughed out loud. She found it hard to remain angry at him and laughed a little too. The mention of her having no clothes on took her back to those lost four hours, she felt her pussy squeeze tight in in memory of it all. “Why are you here now?” the question had to be asked. “You ordered me to pick you up!” he shot back. That deserved a smack to the back of the head which he duly received, his uniform hat knocked down over his face, which he quickly removed and laid on the seat next to him. “I recall you enjoy living dangerously miss but a joint suicide might be a bit much!” His open laughter touched something deep inside, but somewhat higher than other sensations he had given her. A thought suddenly occurred to her he never said her name, not ever and as she thought further the reason was simple, he didn’t know it, She had never given it. But in shock she realised she didn’t know his either. He introduced himself as an English patient but had provided no further detail. It had never occured her to check for his name at the hospital when he vanished because it didn’t seem important at the time. Their night was always just a dream, it had never seemed really real. But here he was in the flesh. She needed to talk with him properly not to the back of his head. “Take me somewhere quiet, now!” She demanded. “No less forward miss I see, but I’m on the clock and this car is due back to the hotel in under the hour, you have it for…” he consulted the clock on the dashboard “22 minutes left and it’s 15 minutes from here back, so I’m sorry miss but Car no.2 come on in your time is up!” he chuckled. She playfully swiped him in his ear for that. “Can we talk later? Do you live close by? Will you be around?” She cried out in frustration. “I shall find you when I finish work if you want me to. We can sit down and talk then!” he calmly replied. Sitting as she was was quite uncomfortable, The front rear facing bench seat wasn’t made for facing forwards so, after dropping her heels next to her English mystery man she, as carefully as she was able and holding the bottom of the dress with both hands to prevent it riding up at all, slid feet first over the divider into the front seat. “Oh very well done miss, the very embodiment of elegant lady” He flatly said. That earned him another quick cuff to the head. She curled her legs beneath her and settled against the other door watching him at his work. “So, it’s a nice car, do you get much action in the back?” she teased. “Oh no miss, not I, I am a professional after all.” He joked “If you mean have I had to clean bodily fluids off the seats, and on one occasion off the ceiling mirror, then yes I have had to do that. It's murder to get out of the carpet too.” The laugh lines around his eyes were getting deeper as he spoke. The deep timbre of his voice suggesting him to be taller than she knew he was. Such mostly idle chat made the drive back a lot shorter than it should have been. “Just another mile to go miss” he returned to his professional persona..”You had better get you ass back in the back, for appearance of course” He smirked a little as the hat was returned to his head. She Leant up to sit on the divide and swang her legs back to the back of the car, quickly sliding down into rear compartment, carefully punching her driver in the ear as she left. The divide slid up behind her as she settled back in to her original seat. She felt the car slow and saw that they were entering the road up to the Mansion house hotel The divide slid down suddenly and her heels were catapulted towards her as the divide returned upwards silently. The car pulled up under the hotel canopy and she heard the front door open and close. After a breath her own door opened and a hand was offered to help her alight. “The Lady has had a surprise, please ensure that she receives the best attention and ask if she could be provided a lake room,” The driver said to the approaching concierge. The Concierge nodded to the nearest porter, who ran off into the hotel, and approached them more closely. “I hope you are not too alarmed miss” he charmed “I apologise for the quality of the driving you have received, they don’t know how to drive in England obviously, he has probably been on the wrong side of the road all of the time” The smile he he gave charming and seemingly sincere. As sincere as the passing kick to the ass he received from the driver as he returned to his car. She looked past the concierge to her mystery man vanishing from her life again, who looked back caught her eye and winked as he ducked back into his seat and drove away. She was duly directed into the Hotel proper where her luggage was just passing by, being moved from wherever her original room had been to a lake room, whatever that was. Another hotel employee materialised before her and offered to lead the way, although she could just have followed in the wake of her luggage which was still in sight. They passed a door of stained glass in a dozen shades of blue showing a pastoral river view beyond which the hall was almost silent with only two doors exiting from it. The furthest was opening waiting her and beyond it her luggage was already laid on the shelf of the open closet. The staff excused themselves and left her in the room. But it wasn't really a room as such. She was stood in what appeared to be a reception room with two large sofas, lush and comfortable, running away from her drawing the eye to the full wall of glass which presented a clear view of a large lake beyond, hence “lake room”. Two doors were on either side of the main room. The first on the left seemed to be an entertainments room with a TV the size of a small cinema screen, 12 feet across at least, the first on the right a large bedroom with a luxurious double bed. The last door on the right was to a bathroom which you could hold a party in. A walk in bath was against the huge window meaning you could lay in a cloud of bubbles and watch the lake as you bathed. She walked to the final room which turned out to be the bedroom making what must have been the guest room look rather mundane. A huge bed dominated the room which was made mostly of glass, including the ceiling, meaning sleeping there would be sleeping under the stars. She returned to the main room and noticed an open bottle of champagne sat there, with a jog of fresh OJ alongside obviously left over from the wedding. She poured some OJ into the single flute and wandered towards the balcony door. The balcony curved around in an arc in front of her and long wooden rail ran along its length without a break. She walked to it and looked down a full three floors in height. “Careful miss, the back of the hotel stands on a canyon, you may have noticed” The all to familiar english voice advised. She whipped around and there he was, already dressed more casually and holding a champagne flute the twin of hers sat, in one of large deck chairs she had passed with his ankles crossed resting on the table before him….
What a long day it had been. Another wedding attended. Another afternoon, post morning ceremony, where she had spent too much time stood in her heels, meaning the backs of her legs were now aching, passing pleasantries with people mostly she barely knew. She had worn the black dress, black with purple-pink flowers which she knew was glorious but would not overshadow the bridal party whilst still allowing the theft of enough appreciative glances to satisfy her heart. It complimented her curves and held her tight, the black bra showing past the dress shoulder straps when she moved too quickly ensured that any specific attention she desired could easily be enraptured. She couldn’t have looked better than she felt. The ribbon necklace emphasised the tops of her breasts rather than distracting from them. It was pleasing to know, or at least suspect, that some of the attached men at todays wedding would probably be rubbing their cocks over their memories of just how she looked. Just thinking of it now gave her a warm pulse deep within her black panties, a pulse which caused a genuine smile to reach her lips rather than the falseness of being nice to people you don’t really like. One of the purple painted limos arrived from the Hotel everyone from the wedding were staying at, she was there for the night after her plus one had gone off without her she would return home in the morning after making best of this free of charge night of luxury. The car stopped by her, the colour of it’s door almost a perfect match for the very dress she worse. She admired her own reflection in the mirrored black glass, enjoying how her curves must look to someone else. The becapped chauffeur appeared in the reflection and, leaning past her, opened the door for her to enter, offering a hand so she could lower herself ladylike into the too low bench seat before her. The door was crisply closed behind her. Subtle lights came to life around her in the darkened interior, the first taste of luxury that the hotel offered. She sat carefully, with her legs folded off to one side so as not to give the driver an undeserved sighting up her legs and beyond, for she was sure that he would see in the mirror given the opportunity. She could have raised the privacy glass of course, and she might, but didn’t want to appear rude. Her driver opened his door beyond the divider and slid behind the steering wheel. After checking the car and that she was safely seated he released the brake and gently pulled away. The well tended lawns of the wedding venue passing beyond the windows. “Where to miss?” said a strangely familiar voice. She leaned forward and peered over the divide but could not see the drivers face.”Could we circle for a bit, show me the sights, before you take me to the Hotel?” she suggested to the back of his head, to which he promptly nodded. The voice must have been imagined. She sat back and kicked her shoes off burying her toes in the think shag of the floor carpet. The strands under her soles giving blessed relief after the day restrained. She glanced forward and considered. “Do you mind if the glass is raised I feel like being alone” she asked and in a moment she was separated from the driver by a sheet of opaque glass decorated with a mosaic of a purple dolphin. The car quietly journeyed through the area. Trees and buildings slid past unviewed whilst she basked in the luxurious car interior sipping on what tasted like neat bourbon from the cut glass decanter in the console. The voice! She did know the voice! It was him! The English tourist……
As she felt the blush rise up her chest and onto her cheeks she leapt forward and rapped on the glass. Perhaps she was wrong. She hadn’t actually seen the driver properly and she was basing it all on him saying three words. But it was too late the partition was dropping away. She was sat on the right of the car now, rather than direct centre at the back, she could almost touch the steering wheel. “Yes Miss?” he politely enquired. “It is you isn’t it? You’ve picked up a slight american accent but it’ is definitely you!” she demanded of him. There was no mistaking his profile with the same amused smile as if the whole world was a joke that only he really understood. She made love on and off for four hours looking at that same smile until the sun came up before he vanished from her life as suddenly as he had first appeared. “Yes Miss. I am still quite definitely me!” He laughed quietly. “You recognised me didn’t you and said nothing” she felt like he’d dirtied what their brief encounter had been by not saying anything, not even a “Hi again, remember me!”. “No, I didn’t recognise you at first at all. I didn’t recognise you with your clothes off to be honest!” he explained. “Excuse me?” She spat. “I mean I didn’t recognise you out of your uniform. I would definitely remember you with your clothes off, that is burned into my memory and doesn’t fade at all, This time I’m the one in uniform, you on the other hand are an elegant lady to my dishevelled hospital patient. I think you win this one” He laughed out loud. She found it hard to remain angry at him and laughed a little too. The mention of her having no clothes on took her back to those lost four hours, she felt her pussy squeeze tight in in memory of it all. “Why are you here now?” the question had to be asked. “You ordered me to pick you up!” he shot back. That deserved a smack to the back of the head which he duly received, his uniform hat knocked down over his face, which he quickly removed and laid on the seat next to him. “I recall you enjoy living dangerously miss but a joint suicide might be a bit much!” His open laughter touched something deep inside, but somewhat higher than other sensations he had given her. A thought suddenly occurred to her he never said her name, not ever and as she thought further the reason was simple, he didn’t know it, She had never given it. But in shock she realised she didn’t know his either. He introduced himself as an English patient but had provided no further detail. It had never occured her to check for his name at the hospital when he vanished because it didn’t seem important at the time. Their night was always just a dream, it had never seemed really real. But here he was in the flesh. She needed to talk with him properly not to the back of his head. “Take me somewhere quiet, now!” She demanded. “No less forward miss I see, but I’m on the clock and this car is due back to the hotel in under the hour, you have it for…” he consulted the clock on the dashboard “22 minutes left and it’s 15 minutes from here back, so I’m sorry miss but Car no.2 come on in your time is up!” he chuckled. She playfully swiped him in his ear for that. “Can we talk later? Do you live close by? Will you be around?” She cried out in frustration. “I shall find you when I finish work if you want me to. We can sit down and talk then!” he calmly replied. Sitting as she was was quite uncomfortable, The front rear facing bench seat wasn’t made for facing forwards so, after dropping her heels next to her English mystery man she, as carefully as she was able and holding the bottom of the dress with both hands to prevent it riding up at all, slid feet first over the divider into the front seat. “Oh very well done miss, the very embodiment of elegant lady” He flatly said. That earned him another quick cuff to the head. She curled her legs beneath her and settled against the other door watching him at his work. “So, it’s a nice car, do you get much action in the back?” she teased. “Oh no miss, not I, I am a professional after all.” He joked “If you mean have I had to clean bodily fluids off the seats, and on one occasion off the ceiling mirror, then yes I have had to do that. It's murder to get out of the carpet too.” The laugh lines around his eyes were getting deeper as he spoke. The deep timbre of his voice suggesting him to be taller than she knew he was. Such mostly idle chat made the drive back a lot shorter than it should have been. “Just another mile to go miss” he returned to his professional persona..”You had better get you ass back in the back, for appearance of course” He smirked a little as the hat was returned to his head. She Leant up to sit on the divide and swang her legs back to the back of the car, quickly sliding down into rear compartment, carefully punching her driver in the ear as she left. The divide slid up behind her as she settled back in to her original seat. She felt the car slow and saw that they were entering the road up to the Mansion house hotel The divide slid down suddenly and her heels were catapulted towards her as the divide returned upwards silently. The car pulled up under the hotel canopy and she heard the front door open and close. After a breath her own door opened and a hand was offered to help her alight. “The Lady has had a surprise, please ensure that she receives the best attention and ask if she could be provided a lake room,” The driver said to the approaching concierge. The Concierge nodded to the nearest porter, who ran off into the hotel, and approached them more closely. “I hope you are not too alarmed miss” he charmed “I apologise for the quality of the driving you have received, they don’t know how to drive in England obviously, he has probably been on the wrong side of the road all of the time” The smile he he gave charming and seemingly sincere. As sincere as the passing kick to the ass he received from the driver as he returned to his car. She looked past the concierge to her mystery man vanishing from her life again, who looked back caught her eye and winked as he ducked back into his seat and drove away. She was duly directed into the Hotel proper where her luggage was just passing by, being moved from wherever her original room had been to a lake room, whatever that was. Another hotel employee materialised before her and offered to lead the way, although she could just have followed in the wake of her luggage which was still in sight. They passed a door of stained glass in a dozen shades of blue showing a pastoral river view beyond which the hall was almost silent with only two doors exiting from it. The furthest was opening waiting her and beyond it her luggage was already laid on the shelf of the open closet. The staff excused themselves and left her in the room. But it wasn't really a room as such. She was stood in what appeared to be a reception room with two large sofas, lush and comfortable, running away from her drawing the eye to the full wall of glass which presented a clear view of a large lake beyond, hence “lake room”. Two doors were on either side of the main room. The first on the left seemed to be an entertainments room with a TV the size of a small cinema screen, 12 feet across at least, the first on the right a large bedroom with a luxurious double bed. The last door on the right was to a bathroom which you could hold a party in. A walk in bath was against the huge window meaning you could lay in a cloud of bubbles and watch the lake as you bathed. She walked to the final room which turned out to be the bedroom making what must have been the guest room look rather mundane. A huge bed dominated the room which was made mostly of glass, including the ceiling, meaning sleeping there would be sleeping under the stars. She returned to the main room and noticed an open bottle of champagne sat there, with a jog of fresh OJ alongside obviously left over from the wedding. She poured some OJ into the single flute and wandered towards the balcony door. The balcony curved around in an arc in front of her and long wooden rail ran along its length without a break. She walked to it and looked down a full three floors in height. “Careful miss, the back of the hotel stands on a canyon, you may have noticed” The all to familiar english voice advised. She whipped around and there he was, already dressed more casually and holding a champagne flute the twin of hers sat, in one of large deck chairs she had passed with his ankles crossed resting on the table before him….
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