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Circles in the City By Jennifer Richardson (part 2) Towards the early evening I began to pack a small hold-all. My own lingerie, white satin, and also a set of black lace lingerie I'd bought before in the early afternoon. Much too large for me, and not to be worn by me. I hunted out the bag of balloons that had been with me for so long and smiled to myself when I put them into the bag. I added Mandy's shoulder length auburn wig as an after though and a pair of black fish net stockings. After hanging my travelling clothes up for the morning, white blouse, black skirt and jacket, I poured myself a drink and sat in front of the computer. It was so slow that I was almost despairing of it but by the end of the weekend I'd be trading it in. I was considering adding a member's only area to the website and not for the first time rued my decision not to go back to the campus. I went to bed early so I'd be fresh for the morning, I'd decided to travel to Brighton by train but hadn't decided if I'd travel back with David, come to think of it he hadn't asked me to travel back with him. When the alarm went off I stretched and yawned, then snapped awake. My heart was hammering in my chest and I was surprised to find out that I was as excited as I was feeling. Once I was ready I locked checked the flat and suddenly had an idea. I raided my wardrobe and found a black skirt that I'd bought in a charity shop in a black bag of "lucky dip" clothes. There had been a blue velvet cocktail dress in the top that had made me buy it. The skirt itself had rose prints on it, whilst I might have worn it had it fitted it was far too loose on me. I rolled it up and put the skirt in one of the hold-alls large end pockets. In the other I put a burgundy jersey knit top, another too large to wear garment from the lucky dip bag. I picked up the bag and set off, I decided to catch the tube to the train station. Donna and Finch would only have fussed and worried over me had they known. I knew they were being friendly and caring but they didn't really know me, they just seemed to think that I needed looking after. Perhaps I did but if I was going to make a mess and get myself into trouble then I was going to do it to myself and only involve myself. I was beginning to come to the conclusion that other people were complications. The train down to Brighton didn't take anywhere near as log as I had expected. I left my bag at the left luggage and took a taxi into the town, there were one or two places I wanted to check out after seeing their adverts in Exchange and Mart. The first was a corset specialists, taking my hear in my mouth I entered and looked at the various displays, there was even a small museum that told the story of strict lacing from the Victorian times up to the present day. I could hardly believe the constriction that was claimed by some of the corsets, then, having seen them on various dummy torso's I had to. I emerged back from the museum into the shop proper. I middle aged lady came from behind the desk over to a rail I was looking at and asked me if she I wanted any help. I'd been looking at a black satin panelled corset with firm but flexible stays. They were of some polycarbonate substance that lost me in the science. "Have you been corseted before?" She asked me, I turned and smiled, seeing her nipped waist I was certain that she was in a corset of her own. Having only managed to get into a corset once, and that with the aid of a door knob the thought in the back of my mind developed and a light bulb lit up. "Once, and that wasn't very successful." She looked me up and down, appraising me, or was she trying to read me? "The corset you're looking at is our best line, the stays mould rather than force, the figure formed is, therefore, rather less defined." I thought she sounded more like a tour guide than a sales assistant, but chose not to comment. "It's very nice, I'm not sure about the lace trim though. I love the black satin but with pink lace?" I tried a knowing smile that had no effect. "What colour would you prefer, Miss?" "Black, I like the black all over look?" "Would you like to try it, Miss?" Again she emphasised the "Miss. I had a pair of black French knickers on beneath my skirt, everything else neatly tucked away. Black half cup lace bra held my chest out proudly and with my heels on my feet, plus my softened day look I was certain she wouldn't read me. "Yes, yes please, I've often wondered what it would be like to have someone lace me in." She took me through to a back room, sending a younger girl who had been working at a sewing machine out into the front of the shop. I thought she would take me or show me to a changing room but it seemed that the back room, the sewing room, was as far as we were going. "If you'd like to undress, Miss." I slipped out of my jacket and handed it to her, she looked from it to me and back to the jacket again before draping it loosely over the back of a chair. I sensed her eyes on me while I unbuttoned the blouse, I turned my back to her when I slipped it off my shoulders, hiding my bust from view. I dropped the blouse onto the top of the sewing table then unfastened the waistband and unzipped the skirt. Dropping it to the floor and stepping out of it, placing it with the blouse I moved my hands to the catch of my bra. "They can go on the table too, Miss." She said, I could sense the sarcasm cutting the air, smiling to myself I undid the catch of my bra and eased it from my shoulders. I turned and held it up, waving it in front of her. Her eyes went as round as saucers as I approached her. Quite what had made her think I was anything other than female I didn't know. What was there about me that might have pointed me out as anything other than what I wanted the world to believe. "Put what, where?" "I', I'm sorry, I thought.." "Thought what?" "You looked as if, as if, you were getting, excited, by seeing the corsets. Normally only, well, our special customers, look as though they are afraid of being caught looking." I turned my back to her and lifted my hair up and off my back. If that was all that made her suspect me then I was thankful, I'd come too far now to be making silly mistakes. "Lace me." I felt the corset round my waist, it fitted from just above my hips to under my bust. She spent some time lacing the eyelets, then lined them up straight up my spine. I could feel the stays running up the centre of my rib cage under my breasts and at the sides. Two more ran up my back from above my bum cheeks. "Breath in, one long deep breath, easy, don't gasp." I did as instructed and felt her working the laces from the bottom. I only noticed any real change after the third breath when she told me to hold it. This time I felt the corset really tighten and the stays began to mould me from the waist up to the bottom of my rib cage. Again I took a series of three breaths, the fourth I had to hold. The hourglass shape began to form. By the time she tied the laces off to the top, just below where my bras strap would have been, my bust was thrust up and my cleavage was unbelievable. My voice came out huskily when I finally managed to control my breathing in order to speak. "That is absolutely wonderful!" I enthused, seeing myself in the full length mirror she wheeled from behind a screen. My waist was nipped beautifully, my hips wider and rounded and my boobs just looked incredible. "It does look rather lovely, if you'd hold still a moment?" I heard her working over the laces, she took my hands and placed them on a smooth flap of satin which she slipped over the line of tightly laced eyelets. "This hides the laces to the touch, at least if a gown is worn over the top." "I love it, I'll take it!" "Very good, it does suit you, personally I tend to believe that more young ladies should undergo some kind of corset training." I felt her hands moving to my back again. "Actually, I'd like to keep it on if you don't mind?" She beamed a smile at me. "Might I suggest that you try it with a blouse that is a little more sheer?" She went to chest of drawers and lifted out an Edwardian style blouse, which buttoned down the back. The high roll neck collar was stiff against my throat. Once she'd buttoned me into it I realised that she was breathing rather heavily, she was getting turned on. Who was I to object? I let her pause and turn me to face her. Her face was flushed and I knew that she knew that I knew. "Please? May I?" "May you what?" "May I complete the look Miss, please?" "Very well, but please ensure that we aren't disturbed." I pointed to the half open door to the shop. She hurried to close it. When she came back I put my hands out to her waist and looked into her eyes. "If you want to, come, don't let me stop you but will you tell me why you enjoy this so much?" I wasn't just being nosy, I was genuinely interested. "I used to be in service, a very old fashioned lady had me dress her each morning and each evening. She loved corsetry and the whole Edwardian and Victorian theme, even down to the uniforms I was made to wear." In for a penny, in for a pound, I thought. "What's your name girl?" I put on as haughty voice as I could muster. "Nancy, Madam." "Well, Nancy. I think we should get me dressed, don't you?" "Yes Madam!" "And once we are dressed, shall we take a walk out along the pier?" "Madam?" She looked at me as if she couldn't believe what she was hearing. "I take it that you are dressed in that long black skirt and the white blouse as though you were still to wear your uniform?" I hoped I wasn't pushing things too far, I might have a use for this fine lady, in the not too distant future. "Well, yes Madam, now that you mention it." "You do still have an apron don't you Nancy, one that you sometimes put on when nobody else is around?" She nodded and blushed again. "Well, once I'm dressed you can put it on and we shall take the air. Don't just stand there girl!" I didn't raise my voice too much as the young seamstress was still in the shop. Nancy took care of this for me without me asking. "Samantha! Take your lunch break now, drop the catch on the door and pull it locked behind you!" She called out, then smiled shyly at me. I waited until I heard the door close, the tinkle of the chimes over it dying away. "Now Nancy, I shan't tell you again girl! Where is my skirt!" I snapped, raising my voice as well. "Yes Madam!" Nancy, if that was her real name, not that it made any difference, rushed into the shop and returned with an ankle length skirt of very heavy velvet. Underskirts came from the drawers and she held them for me while I stepped into them. The skirt itself was lined and slid easily over the underskirts that peeked out from under the hem. She swapped my court shoes for ankle boots with a short two inch heel and then pinned an imitation cameo broach at my throat. The blouse cuffs buttoned to half way along my wrists, black kid leather gloves were put onto my hands and buttoned. She brushed my hair through and piled and pinned it up off my shoulders. In he mirror I could make out the shape of the corset beneath the sheer smooth blouse and wondered how she would react when I told her that I wouldn't need the coat she was holding for me. "No need Nancy, it is far too warm to wear a top coat today, I shall have my parasol to shade me instead." She stared at me for a moment then fetched just the thing I'd asked for. I guessed that she would have large amounts of Edwardian and Victorian gear, if not to sell then to wear herself. "Aren't you forgetting something Nancy?" Your apron?" She gave me a bobbed curtsey and lifted a small rounded apron from the drawer. "Not that one Nancy, the one you keep for, special, occasions." She blushed again then lifted out a fully frilled apron that almost covered her skirts. Fastening it at the middle of her back in a large bow, holding a white lace cap in her hand she looked at me. "Oh yes Nancy, I'm not having a maid of mine going out half dressed!" She pined it to her head and then turned to me, smiling she walked passed me and out of the room. She returned carrying a hat box from which she lifted a broad brimmed black straw hat mounted with plumed feathers along the right hand side She pined it through my hair and stood back to look at me. I see tears filling the corners of her eyes, she really must have been into it. "Nancy, if you should have a camera nearby then of course I must insist you record this moment for posterity. The we shall go for our walk." "Oh yes Madam!" She began taking photographs of me looking round the shop, out in the back yard and seated at the sewing table. When she ran out of film I stood up and told her to approach me "I shall of course require something from you in return." "Yes Madam?" "Indeed Nancy, tomorrow afternoon you will receive a telephone call from a suite in the Excelsior Hotel. I want you to close the shop, taking clothes with you larger sizes of the same clothes I am wearing. You will find a very special customer, they're waiting for you. You are to aid them to dress, they will need to change from what they are wearing, you may even offer to bathe them. I should imagine that the special customer will become a very precious and close friend." "Very well Madam!" I could see a smile playing at the corners of her mouth.It seemed that David would be in good hands. "I will require your services this evening, you shall help me dress for a formal dinner, in order that you know where to go tomorrow afternoon I shall ring you from the same room this evening at six o'clock." "Yes Madam!" She smiled brightly an followed me out of the shop where we turned left and made our way to the sea front and paraded along the promenade and pier. I heard her whimper at one stage and stood still, holding her waist while her whole body trembled and shook. She hissed and gurgled, trying not to cry out. I smiled into her eyes and told her; "That's right Nancy, come for Madam, I demand it!" Her sobbing choked moans told me she was doing as she'd been told. Nancy clung onto my arm tightly, shivering and shaking violently her breathing faltered and then she gasped heavily. With a final shuddering moan where I thought she'd collapse, Nancy sobbed and then smiled broadly. "I have decided that you shall attend me this afternoon in full uniform. I don't mind how you travel to my lodgings Nancy but I must insist that you are correctly attired." "Yes Madam." "And tomorrow, you will also be correctly dressed, I shall give you further instruction upon your arrival." "Yes Madam." We returned to the shop by four in the afternoon where Nancy aided me to undress from the period costume and to dress once more in my skirt and jacket. Goodness knows where Samantha, the seamstress had gone since lunchtime. Nancy booked me a taxi and then gave me a guided tour of the parts of the shop that I had not previously seen. The taxi took me back to the railway station where I picked up my bag and then on to the hotel by half past four. The receptionist handed over the key to suite 121 without batting an eyelid. I noticed a number of signs and notices welcoming delegates to "T.L.A.C.P."and on the way up to the room I tried to work out what the abbreviation could possibly mean. I came to the conclusion that I wasn't all that interested, when I couldn't find anything sensible that seemed to fit. On entering the suite I was very pleasantly surprised. There was a very large four poster bed, a lounge area and an en suite bathroom. I decided that whatever David Thompson did he could certainly afford to do it in style, I then realised that he was likely to be claiming it all back on expenses which took a bit of the shine off my smile. I put my bag on the end of the bed and looked in the wardrobe. There were two clothing bags hanging there, lifting them out I laid them on the bed and opened the long zip on the first. Inside was a black two piece suit, a jacket and skirt on separate hangers, a third hanger held a white silk blouse with a large bow that would tie at the throat with the appearance of a large ruffle. I held the skirt up against my waist and found that it was very short indeed. It was made of a stretch material and I saw that it would be very tight fitting over both my hips and my thighs. The jacket was tailored and tight fitting, in the inside breast pocket I felt something hard, When I pulled the object out I found a pair of large lens spectacles. Putting them on and blinking once or twice I found that the lenses themselves didn't actually aid or hinder my vision. It seemed that the were actually stage glasses, not really optical glasses at all. I looked into the mirrored doors of the wardrobe and posed, then eased the glasses off and watched myself holding the arms against my lips. I found that I could use them as a prop to produce a very sexy secretary look. I hung the separate hangers in the wardrobe and then zipped the bag up again, putting it in the bottom of the wardrobe. It was then that I noticed a shoe box pushed to the back of the wardrobe, lifting it out I out it on the bed and lifted the lid to find a pair of high heeled shoes in a shimmering blue. They were very much like dancing shoes, though the heels were spiked and they were covered in soft sparkling fabric with ribbons that would fasten above and around the ankle. Opening the second zip bag revealed an ankle length off the shoulder ball gown with short puffed sleeves and a low bodice. It was full skirted with layers of net underskirts and of the same shimmering blue fabric as the shoes. Lifting the gown out of the bag made me realise that it was quite heavy despite, I wondered how it would feel once I was dressed in it, and my anticipation increased as the clock neared six o'clock. Would Nancy actually show up? The room's telephone rang exactly on six o'clock, just as I was stepping out of the bath. The receptionist old me that there was a lady in reception asking for me. This could only be Nancy so I told the receptionist to send her up. She knocked on the door where I left her waiting for a few seconds before giving her permission to enter. Nancy entered the room with a nervous smile on her face. She placed a large leather grip bag on the sofa and turned to give a short curtsey towards me, I was lounging on the bed in a hotel supplied fluffy towelling robe. Beneath it I was wearing the white panties with the jelly feel ribs in the crotch, I gave Nancy a welcoming smile and told her to take her coat off. She hesitated before unbuttoning the coat from the neck down. When she finally took the coat off and laid it over the sofa I saw she was wearing a very pale, virtually see through, lilac coloured silk blouse, beneath it I could clearly see a very tightly laced corset. Her ankle length black skirt shimmered and lay over the top of white net underskirts which peeked out from beneath the hem. From a coat pocket she produced a roll of white material which she unrolled to show me an apron with a frilled bib. She looped it over her head before tying it at the back with a big floppy bow. There was something that was nagging at me, at that moment I didn't realise what it was. When I stepped from the bed and dropped the robe from my shoulders, revealing all but my truth to her she gasped. An idea formed in my head and I smiled gently. "I think you make just about the perfect maid Nancy, but I'll only know how perfect when you have seen to my hair." I unwrapped the towel from round my head and dropped it to the floor, walking naked but for my brief panties over to the dressing table. I'd already laid out some things on the table top, Nancy ignored them and picked up her grip bag instead. She waited until I was seated and then raised her eyes at the ball gown, crossing to stand beside me she lifted the damp lengths of my hair and pursed her lips. "Would Madam allow me to give her a hair a new style?" She asked me in a whisper. I looked into the mirror and saw a hungry look in her eyes. "You may Nancy, but you may not cut it." "That won't be necessary Madam, allow me to show you." Nancy opened her bag and lifted out a large box, from it she took a plastic hood, which was attached to a tube and in turn a metal box that she plugged into a wall socket. She left these on the floor by the side of the dressing table and then turned to the bag once again. Nancy produced a set of rollers, they were of varying sizes and once she'd combed out my long damp tresses she began to roll them into my hair. The smaller rollers were wound into my hair from my brow backward to the crown. The medium sized rollers she pinned vertically from the crown down the sides and back. Taking car Nancy then rolled the larger sized rollers into the remaining lengths below my ears and off the nape of my neck. The rollers added a lot of weight to my head, looking in the mirror I could see that not one hair had managed to escape the roller treatment. Bending down Nancy switched the power on and then carefully fitted the hood over my head. I felt warm air circulating over my head and over the noise I heard Nancy ask tell me that it was alright for me to attend to my make up. She did not presume to do my make up for me, instead she took it upon herself to hand me the various brushes and the cosmetics she thought I should use. Nancy selected a very pale foundation cream and watched while I applied it. She encouraged me to use a lash thickening mascara and then blended tones of blue eye shadow. It was a look that I would not normally have considered, it looked a little too bright to my eye but once I'd added a touch of teal to the blues the brightness was softened and my eyes looked so much more expressive. I lined my lips with a dusky pink and then filled in with a slightly lighter shade, I gave my lips a bee sting look that Nancy said looked perfect. With a hint of blush to my cheeks I turned my attention to my nails, now long and manicured. Nancy asked if she might do them for me. "You may, kneel down and see to my toe nails first." She lavished attention upon them, first my toes were given coat and then my fingers, whilst my toes dried. I could only sit still while my nails dried, Nancy kneeling at my feet blowing on my toes so they dried all the quicker. I glanced down and saw that the way she was kneeling was making her skirts and apron tighten across her thighs. She shifted her weight and I saw a tell tale bulge for a second, she relaxed her position again and the bulge disappeared. My nails were soon dry though the hood still on my head continued to circulate the warm air. Nancy released my feet from her lap and picked out a pair of silk stockings from her bag, these she placed on the dressing table and then held up a white corset for me to look at. "Madam, it would give me great pleasure if you were to allow me to lace this corset round your waist." It looked very heavily boned and I wasn't too sure whether I wanted to be so constricted and controlled. However, the thought of having my own maid to attend to me was so exhilarating that I agreed. The beaming smile she gave me was enough to tell me that she was as excited by the idea as I was. I stood up still wearing the hood. I turned my back to her and waited whilst she wrapped the corset about me. It was much longer than the waist to bust affair I'd worn earlier. This one fitted from below my hip s to my nipples. When Nancy began to lace me tightly into it, it bit deep into my waist. My hips suddenly looked much more shapely and rounded, my waist became waspish and my breasts pushed upwards and outwards. My cleavage looked absolutely fantastic. Nancy asked me to sit on the edge of the bed, when I moved I found I was found the corset forced me to move slowly, even gracefully. My back was held rigidly and my steps had to be shortened. Once seated Nancy slid the silk stockings over my feet and gently stroked them up to my thighs. The sensation was unbelievable and a soft moan escaped my lips. She slipped a pale pink garter up each leg until the fitted over the welt of the stockings, holding them securely against my thighs. Nancy was almost breathless, I wondered what she would produce from her bag next and when I saw she was holding a pair of Directoire knickers in shimmering ivory silk, I realised that she was dressing me as if I were a living doll. When I nodded to her she held them for me to step into, they felt exciting and strange at the same time, delicate lace trim lay just above my knees over the slightly elastic trimmed legs. Nancy followed this by helping me into a silk slip that laced down the bodice and tied at the waist, then helped me to step into a pair of ankle high boots that buttoned on the in sides. "What about the shoes that go with the dress Nancy?" "If Madam insists but do try to walk a step or two first." I did as she suggested and found that the boots further enhanced my feminine gait. It felt wonderful and I told her so. Nancy lifted the hod from my head and said that she didn't want me to see until she had finished. She then went to lift the gown from its hanger and looked at it carefully. I crossed to the table with the phone on it ad rang down to reception asking them to call me when Mr. David Thompson arrived. Nancy carefully lifted the gown from the hanger and loosened the laces at the back of the skirts and held it for me to step into. As she lifted it to my waist I was almost overwhelmed by the rustle of the underskirts and the way they pushed the silk of the slip against the knickers, they whispered deliciously against each other and transferred the soft caress to my silk stocking legs. Nancy guided my arms into the short puffy sleeves and then settled the dress on me, before fastening it tightly by the laces at the back.A pale blue sash wrapped round my waist and fastened in a bow over the laces. The dress showed off my cleavage to great effect, Nancy went to her bag again and brought out a heavy silver and gold cascading necklace and clipped it round my throat, she handed me matching ear rings that almost hung to my shoulders. From the bottom of the zip bag Nancy lifted out a pair of evening gloves in the same shimmering blue of the dress, they were finger-less and looped over my ring fingers to which Nancy added costume jewels, glittering diamante and fake sapphires. Finally she began to unroll the rollers from my hair, tight curls festooned my head back from my brow, the curls at the back and sides fell in long twirling ringlets. I was astounded by the complete look, she'd taken me back in time to the twenties, even earlier. She deserved her reward. "Lift your skirts Nancy, let me see what kind of panties you are wearing." She blushed furiously but did as she was told, holding the long hem bunched up to her waist. She was wearing pale pink Directoire's of similar style as the ones she'd dressed me in. I saw the slight bulge again and smiled into her eyes. "Are you a naughty girl Nancy, a special, naughty girl?" "I, I don't know what you mean Madam!" She gushed, dropping her skirts, her face bright red. "I think you are Nancy, I think you're a very special girl and I think you are a very naughty girl for trying to hide it from me." "No Madam!" "Let me see your panties Nancy, raise your skirts and let Madam see what you're hiding." She sobbed and hesitated, then did as she was told. "I see, you've got a boys toy haven't you Nancy, a boys toy but you want to be a girl, I'm right aren't I?" "Yes Madam!" I sat carefully on the one of the bottom corners of the bed, smoothing my skirts under me. My heart was pounding in my chest and I could almost here my blood coursing through my veins. My heat was rising and I concentrated on this rather than think about what I was going to do. Testing my boundaries once again I told Nancy to come to me. She had to shuffle over to me as her panties were still wrapped round her ankles. I told her to stand to one side, to keep perfectly still and to keep her skirts held up to her waist. Having kissed and licked Linda's strap on I was used to having penis shaped things in my mouth but when I gently blew on the erect head of her cock I tried not to think about it. I flicked out my tongue and touched it's tip, it was hot to the touch, I prolonged my agony and hers until I slowly slipped my lips over the head and sucked her into my mouth. Denied movement I could sense Nancy's frustration, I explored her length with my lips and tongue until I could hear her moaning softly. My lipstick was being ruined and I knew it but the sense of power I felt from controlling her was such a tun on that I didn't care. Nancy approached the brink quickly, I sucked hard on her length and drew her climax from her before she was ready. At the last moment I twisted her away and watched her furiously pumping her hips as she reached orgasm all over the carpet. She was still recovering when the phone rang, I answered it and the receptionist informed me that David was on his way up. I told Nancy to tidy herself up, watched her pull her panties back up and then tidy her skirts and apron. I crossed to the chair in front of the dressing table and turned it round. I sat on it and told Nancy to stand behind me. "If you're a very good girl Nancy I'll give him to you tomorrow afternoon. You will find him dressed but I'm sure you will find something better for him, I shall call him Davinia and then she shall be all yours." "Madam?" I ignored her question as there was a knock on the door. I counted to ten and then called "Enter!" When David entered he looked very shocked, he covered it well though and closed the door behind him. He was dressed in a tuxedo and white frilled shirt. His collar was open as were his cuffs, loose beneath his jacket. He was holding a red cummerbund in his left hand. "Darling, I'd like you to meet my dresser, Nancy, Nancy, this is Mr. David Thompson." "Good evening Victoria, I wasn't aware that you travelled with, staff." "I don't, generally, however, on this special occasion I decided to make it all the more special for you." I stood up and turned on the spot. "Don't you think it's been worth it?" "Indeed Victoria, you look very beautiful." "Thank you darling, Nancy, be a dear and help Mr. Thompson with his tie." "Certainly Madam." Nancy crossed the room and took hold of the cummerbund, fitting it snugly round David's waist. She did his cuff links up and then turned her attention to the bow tie. David stood stock still all the while, his eyes flitting about the room. When it was time to go down to dinner I told Nancy to wait up for me. The look that crossed her face was a mix of worry and anticipation. The dinner itself was a colourful but boring affair. All anyone seemed to want to talk about was the weather, I soon established that all talk of work was banned, which suited me down to the ground. Whenever anyone came up to David and I, I flirted with him outrageously. Touching and caressing his face and chest, I even pinched his bum at one point , which made him blush furiously. After the meal and several dances I let it be known that I was tired and dropped some less than subtle hints that I wanted to go to bed. He wanted everyone to think we were an item and that is exactly what he got. Their were a number of knowing smiles hidden behind hands when we left the ballroom, I slipped my arms round his waist and laid my head on his shoulders. On the way up to our room he turned me in his arms and asked me what I proposed to do with Nancy. I smiled at him and told him to watch. What I did with Nancy was to have her undress me before his unbelieving eyes. I sat him on the end of the bed and held his eyes with mine until Nancy had begun to remove the dress. As each layer was removed his eyes widened further. Once he saw me standing in only the corset and he stockings his jaw was almost on the floor. "That will be all thank you Nancy, I shall call you tomorrow." I dismissed her with an imperious wave of my hand. She'd already collected her things, so she picked up her bags and left the room. I stepped towards him, dropped the Directoire's and revealed my tight tanga panties. I took his hands and locked my eyes on his. Pulling his hands, hauling him to his feet facing me. He towered over me, even when I had made him take of his shoes and socks. I reached round his waist to undo the clip at the cummerbund, stroking his body through his shirt. I reached behind his neck and untied his bow tie, leaving it hanging loose while I slowly unfastened the buttons of his shirt down to the waistband of his trousers. I pushed the jacket back off his shoulders and down his arms to the elbow. I left it there so he couldn't raise his arms, trapped as they were by the jacket behind his back. I deftly unbuckled his braces and then the button above his fly, drawing the zip down slowly. My eyes never left his, hands puling his shirt tails free and pushing it back over his shoulders to meet his jacket. Still unable to move his arms freely I stroked his bare chest and his flat muscled stomach then reached to kiss his nipples. I dropped his trousers and pants to the floor in one fluid movement, stepping him back so he had to step out from them. I unfastened his cuff links and then pushed both his shirt and jacket down, freeing him. I snatched his hands quickly and brought them on to my corseted behind. His hands began fumbling at the laces whilst I rubbed my silk stockings against his naked thighs. As soon as I felt his warm hands on my buttocks I wrapped my arms round his waist and lifted myself up on him, locking my legs round his waist. He took my weight without any effort at all, I lowered one hand between us and snaked it down over his stomach and down between his legs. He moaned and said that I didn't have to do anything. I found the nub of his cock, no longer nor thicker than my little finger. I wriggled in his strong rasp until the head nudged against my panties, rubbing it back and forth, slowly, over the jelly ribs against my own length. I began to gently rock back and forth with my hips, holding his little penis steady until I felt a shiver across his stomach muscles. He stepped back and slowly lowered us both until he was sitting on the bed my legs straddling him. I pushed him back from the shoulders and then began to unlace the corset from my bust, leaving it tightly laced round my waist. I hooked a hand behind his neck and drew his head up to my nipples where I urged him to suckle. My nipples hardened between his lips, his tongue circling them until my heat began to flame. I pushed him back again and held him down, though he could probably have thrown me off at any moment had he so chosen. I hitched myself forward and eased his cock into the cleft of my buttocks. His eyes widened and he licked his lips. I held him there, tightly clenching my cheeks together. "I'm your first aren't I David?" He nodded and closed his eyes. "You don't want me to stop do you? You want me to be your first girl?" He nodded again and muttered something. "Tell me, ask me, beg me!" He moaned and then gasped, "please, yes please!" I ground down into his lap, his cock still trapped between my cheeks, and still he couldn't reach my opening. I raised myself up and down slowly and teasingly then quickened the pace until my breasts were bouncing in front of his eyes. I leaned back and cupped them, caressed them and moulded them, sighing and panting in the excitement of the moment. David was getting close to climax and his hips began to buck against my movements. I twisted off him and quickly collected the Directoire's from the floor. I lay alongside him, taking his little cock between finger and thumb within the silk of the knickers. I rubbed him up and down, the soft slippery silk sliding up an down making his hips writhe on the bed. Thrusting and bucking he fought for control, trying to prolong the sensation. "Not yet David, don't dirty your panties yet!" He groaned in response to my suggestion, I followed up with the threat of making him put them on if he came on them. "You'd like that really wouldn't you David?" "Hmmmm!" "Shall I make you wear them?" He groaned again. "Wearing pretty, silky ladies knickers, if you come in them I'll put them on you!" He finally went rigid, for a split second, and then let out an agonised shuddering groan, I whipped the knickers out of the way and he squirted into the air. He lay there gasping, I went to the bathroom and fetched a flannel. I gave it to him and told him to clean himself up. In the darkness his face radiated heat, I leaned across him and put a bedside light on so I could see how embarrassed he was. His face was bright red and he tried to look away. "Look at me David, look at me." He reluctantly turned his head to face me. I held up the knickers and saw him lick his lips. "I warned you about soiling them didn't I?" He nodded. "And I told you what I'd do didn't I?" Again he nodded. "What did I say that I'd do?" His face twisted and I could see him squirming all over. "You would make me wear them!" "And I always keep my promises David, don't I?" I moved to the bottom of the bed and slipped the legs over his feet one at a time, slowly I eased them up his calves feeling his entire body shaking and shivering. Up over the knee until they were sliding softly over his thighs, tight against his skin. By the time they were tight round his waist he was hard again. "You're to sleep in them David, do you understand? You will spend all night next to me in this bed and you will be wearing your knickers. If you're a good girl I might give you a treat tomorrow, you'd like that wouldn't you?" I watched his eyes following me when I got off the bed and unlaced the corset, I got into bed after removing the boots and held the sheet back so he was gazing down onto me. At that moment I felt he was going to roll on top of me but his mouth descended to my breasts to la at my nipples. I pushed him back and lay full length on him so my stocking legs lay either side of his. Reaching down I lifted his hands onto my bum and began to grind my panties against his. He came again without spilling any cream, I was as frustrated as you could get but other than giving away the truth I had to bare it. I woke alone in the bed in the morning. I sat up and the sheet fell away from me, revealing my jutting breasts to the world. I still get a thrill when I see them just sitting there and then I just have to feel them to make sure I'm not dreaming. I had leaned over to see the time on my watch so didn't see him emerge from the bathroom. When I turned round I could see he was already dressed, well, white shirt and trousers. He walked over to the dressing table where a jacket was folded over the back of the chair. When he picked it up there was the flash of silver. When the jacket settled on his shoulders the silver braid revealed it belonged to a high ranking police officer. Oh boy, was I in trouble now? "How do I look?" He asked when he saw me watching. "Very impressive David." "I'm glad you approve Victoria, I also trust that last nights, events, will remain between you and I?" "Conditionally, yes." I replied. Slipping out of the bed I walked over to him in the stockings and faced him. I slid my hand down onto his fly. "We don't have time for this Victoria!" His voice was hushed, "You have been a good girl haven't you David?" "I, please Victoria, I have to get going!" I opened his fly watching his face flush and his breathing quicken. My fingers slipped over the expanse of silk. "Good girl, you love them don't you David? Big tough policeman in his, her, lovely silky panties. Tell me you love them and I'll stop." "I love them Victoria!" "Good girl, I'll see you in the lobby shortly, if anyone tries to hurry you along tell them you have to wait for me. We were up all night weren't we darling?" "Yes!" He gasped when I squeezed the end of his hard little cock. Once he'd left I hurried to pack the ball gown and accessories away, putting everything back in the zip bag and the bag itself into the wardrobe. I took the suit he'd provided out and wondered at the soft feel of the blouse. I hurried to shower, being careful not to wet my hair, I brushed it through with a soft brush which gave it a much softer style compared to the formal look of the previous evening. I put all of the things that Nancy had dressed me in on the dresser and then took own jacket, blouse and skirt into the bathroom. I changed my lingerie and then laid out the things I'd brought for David on the bed. As soon as I was dressed I made my way down to the lobby, ignoring David at first while I handed the key to the room over at reception. When I joined David I held his hand briefly until I was sure the uniformed officers with him had noticed. I spent a glorious morning flirting and posing, sexily sucking on my fake glasses, pretending to take notes, crossing my legs and flashing my stocking tops under the short hem of my skirt. At the mid morning coffee break I took the jacket off and stretched my arms above my head. My bust pushed forward against the blouse giving everyone there a good look at my bra. The last meeting over ran into lunch, during lunch itself we were seated at the top table. I nibbled at a salad and made big eyes at David, squeezed his thigh and kept giving him beaming smiles and giggling when he made jokes and told stories. At half past one the conference finally broke up, after an extended period of saying goodbye I led David back upstairs toward our room, on the way he handed me an envelope. "It is upwards of five hundred, call it a bonus Victoria." "The bonus is yet to come David, trust me, you're going to love it, even if I have to make you love it. I waited for him to open the door then I slipped passed him and led him into the bedroom. As soon as we were through the door I told him to close his eyes and to keep them closed. "I'm going to make all your dreams come true David. You'd like that wouldn't you?" "Yes please!" His voice turned hoarse when he felt my hands working to loosen and then remove his uniform. He flinched suddenly when he felt me fitting him with the bra. When I placed the water filled balloons in the cups, much larger than I had ever used his eyes flickered, so I spanked his bare behind. "Eyes closed!" "But Victoria!" "One more squeak out of you my girl and I'll scream rape!" When he felt the suspender belt wrapping round his waist he whimpered and sobbed when he felt the panties sliding up his legs. I made him sit on the bed so it was easier for me to roll the fish net stockings to his thighs and clip them taut against his skin. "Of course it would be even more wonderful if you were to shave your legs." I said conversationally. I made up his face carefully, using heavy mascara and lip gloss to make a really strong look, emphasising his eyes with pencil and then dusting his eye lids with shades of light bronze and gold. I eased the jersey top over his head and then made him stand to put on the skirt. I looked at his feet and just wished they weren't quite so large. Whilst he could never be described as a beauty unless he lost the muscle on his stomach and thighs, he looked surprisingly better than I thought he would, especially when I fitted him with the wig. I loosely styled it and then put Nancy's necklace on him. After tucking the top into the skirt I had him stand up and smoothed both the top and the skirt. I turned him to face the wardrobe mirror and told him to open his eyes. He was so stunned by his reflection that I don't think he registered my using the phone. I told Nancy to come straight over as her present was waiting for her, adding that if she had any large sized shoes she'd be all the happier with it. I sat down on the bed and watched David soak up what he was seeing, turning this way and that he looked at himself from all angles. "I don't think you should call yourself David, I think we'll go back to Davinia." He still didn't seem to have recovered, I wondered if he had lost the power of speech. I set him to walking up and down on his tip toes, turning gracefully, or as gracefully as he could manage. I made him practice sitting and crossing his legs, standing and adjusting his skirt and top when they became rumpled. The shock was bit by bit wearing off and he began to relax. When Nancy breezed into the room he was horrified until she curtseyed in front of him and placed her bag on the floor next to the dressing table. "Nancy is your special treat Davinia, and you are hers." "Madam, I'm at your service." I left them to it and went through to the bathroom and stripped naked. I took a deep breath and then called Nancy in to see me. I had my back to the door when she acme in and was holding my erection flat against my stomach with both hands. "Nancy, I want you to know that I have very much appreciated your service and I want to reward you for it. However, Davinia is going to be a little bit shocked by what I am going to show you, show you both. I want you to tie her to the four poster and then kneel at the bottom of the bed. Take my clothes into the bedroom and when you are ready call for me." "Yes Madam." I heard the door close behind her, I put on my necklace and ear rings, then put on a black suspender belt and sheer stockings. I picked up my panties and then stepped into my court shoes. It seemed that Nancy was taking her time with her arrangements and I was beginning to lose patience when at last she called out for me. I took a deep breath and walked out into the room wearing only the shoes, stockings and suspenders. My cock was rigid and vertical, breasts jutting proudly. They were both stunned, painted mouths wide open in disbelief. "Nancy, in the top of my bag you will find a black corset, dress me." She got to her feet and I was pleased to notice that she had found a pair of shoes to fit Davinia, sandals with two inch heels. I wondered how much higher the heels would get. In their feminine characters Nancy was much stronger, perhaps Davinia would develop her confidence over time but I believed that although Nancy was playing the part of the maid, she would be the one to take the relationship further. Nancy brought the corset to me and smiled, stepping behind me she began to lace me into it, very tightly, making me gasp at one point for which she apologised. When she had finished I told her to kneel in front of me. I watched Davinia over Nancy's shoulder, she was staring, wondering. I tilted Nancy's chin back so she was looking up into my eyes. "Do you like your present Nancy?" "Yes Madam, thank you." "Davinia, you love being Davinia don't you? You'd like to have Nancy dress you and teach you wouldn't you?" She nodded. "Speak up Davinia, let Nancy hear you." "I like Davinia and I'll enjoy being dressed by her, Madam." "Perhaps you'll learn to enjoy each other," I looked down at Nancy and watched her hand reach up to stroke the inside of my thigh, "You don't have to do that Nancy." Her hand rose higher, cupping me gently and then stroking along my length. "I've brought you a present too Madam, it's in my bag." "There's no need for you to give me presents Nancy," I sucked in a gasping breath. "May I dress you Madam?" "Of course, you are such a treasure!" She took me by surprise, sucking me deep into her throat, working her hands back and forth, caressing and stroking until I pushed her away. "Dress me Nancy, take your pleasure from that." I hadn't wanted her to stop but didn't want her to bring me to climax, I don't know why, I just didn't. My body screamed in disappointment but when I saw the corset dress she lifted out from her bag I nearly lost control. It was made of soft black leather, shoulder less but heavily boned from the nipple to the waist. The skirt was tight over my hips and thighs. It fastened with a series of laces at the back and fitted my already corseted body like a glove. Nancy held my panties for me, I stepped into them and allowed her to ease me back between my legs. Once the truth was hidden Nancy kissed me between my legs and then helped me dress in the blouse, skirt and jacket over the top of the leather dress. I held her close to me and whispered in her ear. She whispered "Yes Madam" in return. I watched as she followed my instructions, holding Davinia round the waist and kissing her on each cheek before kissing her on the lips. Davinia responded and returned the kiss, breathless when Nancy slowly sank to her knees and raised Davinia's skirt. Her head disappeared underneath. I saw Davinia bite her bottom lip, I walked to the door, opened it quietly and closed it silently behind me. I was on the train back to London within the hour, deliciously captive in my corset and corset dress. Once home I didn't even make it to bed. I stripped off and slipped into a thigh length wrap and sat on the sofa with a glass of wine. I was still there when I woke in the morning. I was still half asleep and in the middle of a long stretch and yawn when Donna walked in to the room. Seeing my breasts sticking out of the wrap made her giggle, it was this that woke me up fully "Whatever time you got in last night you must have been in some state, your front door was open." "Er, right, thanks." I stuttered nervously. Donna gave me a puzzled look and moved across the room towards me. "Is something wrong?" She sat next to me on the sofa, I dare not move as the wrap was only just covering my highs, one move and it would have slipped open. "No, I'm fine, just a bit of a hangover." "You look real tense Vicky, turn round and let me rub your back." She offered. "No! No thanks, look I'm sorry, I'm not very good with mornings." I tried to make light of it and forced a smile to cover my nerves. "Well at least cover yourself up, you don't want to catch your death, here look..." Donna had reached to close the wrap and the inevitable happened, revealing all of me to her. "Oh my God!" She leapt up from the sofa and stared at me, from my painted toe nails to my eyes and then settling on my breasts and then my penis. "Donna! Please! Don't scream, I mean, look, I, Oh God!" I began to sob quietly. She surprised me slightly by coming to sit by me again, she slid and arm round my shoulder and held me close to her. "Okay, it's alright, shh, don't cry." "I'm sorry Donna, I should have, I couldn't tell you, I thought about it but couldn't find a way." I pulled myself together and stopped sniffing. "Look, I was going to have to move on soon, in any case. This just means I have I'll have to get round to it sooner rather than later." "If that's what you want to do then I suppose you now best." I tried to keep myself covered but it seemed that the more I tried the more it showed. "Do you, I mean can you, oh for God's sake Donna!" She giggled at herself, "are you gay?" "No, I'm not gay, I'm not a transsexual either, more a transvestite that went a little further than most go." Then it all came out, not what I did to make money, the story of my dressing and becoming what I was. "Does it work?" Donna asked. I burst out laughing. "That's some question Donna, I spill my guts and all you can ask is if it works!" "Well, everything else about you screams girl, I just wondered!" Donna laughed with me. "Yes, it works, it's not huge, maybe the pill has stunted it, but it works." Her hand snaked in between my legs and gently touched me. "Donna!" "I won't tell if you don't!" She smiled at me and stuck her tongue out when she felt me responding. "Donna, don't, think about Finch!" My penis was hardening in her hand and my nipples were responding too. She opened the button of her jeans and eased down the zip, she took my left hand and guided it into her jeans, onto her cotton panties. My fingers took on a life of their own and slipped into the panties, finding she was shaven smooth. "Donna, we really can't do this, if Finch finds out!" "But he won't will he Vicky, he told me you know, what you said, the cream always comes on top? Now I want you to show me." She stood up and dropped her jeans to the floor then pulled her sweater over her head and deftly unhooked her bra. She weighed her large coffee coloured breasts and rolled her nipples then came back to me. I opened the wrap fully and watched her hands stroking over my breasts. She straddled me and lowered herself, I tried to guide her on but she knocked my hands away. Holding me in one hand and rolling my right nipple in the other she stared into my eyes and whispered. "Coffee and cream, mine all mine." She sank into my lap and glued her lips to mine. Our lovemaking was slow and sensual, Donna teased me to the brink then stopped, again and again. Holding herself back for so long that when she offered her nipples to my mouth I sucked and nibbled until finally we lost control and spilled over into orgasm. My breath came in heavy shuddering gasps, sobbing and crying out at the intensity of my climax. Donna squeezed herself tightly against me and then slumped against me, trembling and shivering. We slipped sideways down onto the sofa, legs entangled, kissing and caressing while we recovered. I must have fallen asleep for when I woke up Donna was sitting in an armchair, still naked, when I sat up she smiled broadly and told me that she'd rung Finch and told him that she and I were having a girls night out. The fact that Finch was working to cover for a driver taken sick meant that he wouldn't be worried about Donna being left home alone. "Donna we shouldn't have done that." "Why not? I thought you looked like you were enjoying yourself." "I was, I did, but that doesn't make it right does it?" "You've been good at keeping secrets this long honey, so adding another one to the list shouldn't be too difficult for you should it?" Donna sounded both sarcastic and a little angry. "If I had any alternative I wouldn't have to keep secrets. What would you rather I did? Wander about the place with a big sign on my back with 'freak' on it in big red letters!" Her attitude tripped my own anger, if I'd thought that I'd be able to win the argument and shut Donna up I was wrong. "Vicky, you don't have to live a lie, you don't have to skulk about being an 'escort' you could get a real job, live life in the real world not in the shadows." "What, with nothing to prove who I am? No records, no insurance, no nothing? You want me to turn up for interviews and admit to having a little surprise for them?" "So you're going to waste your life moving from one grotty place to another trying to stay one step ahead of whichever imaginary stalker is chasing you?" "For God's sake Donna, will you listen to yourself? We've just had sex on the sofa and you're telling me to go straight? You should be thinking of you and Finch, not me and my problems!" "Finch is a big boy Victoria, he does what all big boys do, earns the money to keep the little woman and brags to his mates about having what he wants when he wants it. Let me tell you he ain't all that." "So sort your problems out with him, don't unload on me, I've enough to worry about!" I snapped, it wasn't my problem if all was not well in their domestic arrangements, and I certainly didn't want to get involved. Either in solving the problems or becoming one of them, if I wasn't already. "Don't you see what I mean? You could be above the board, pay your taxes, get a bank account, have a day job." "Why the hell would I want to do that?" She got out off the chair and crossed the room to sit on the sofa beside me. She took my hand and lifted it to her lips, kissing my fingers. "Because if you were to have a day job you'd be home every evening, I'd get Finch to work and you and I could have a lot of fun." She delivered this in a breathless whisper, her fingers gliding over my thighs before she bent her head to my breasts. I tried not to react but she'd found the switch, in moments she'd drawn me on top of her and locked her legs round my waist. She took possession of me in an instant and pinched my behind in to action. Donna was so intense and so demanding that I felt almost afraid of her. I tried desperately hard not to submit to her urging, to resist the impending climax but she kept telling me that I wanted it, that I needed her and that only she could make me feel so incredible. I felt her hand sliding over my behind then a finger slid in between my cheeks penetrating me and making forcing me to relax what little control I had left. She smiled up into my eyes, knowing she had the power to do whatever she wanted. For the next two weeks she'd call at nine o'clock each morning. She'd select my clothes for me, skirts and blouses, "sensible" underwear, clothes that she felt were suitable for a secretary or shop girl. I lived with the threat that she would tell the world, that Finch might accidentally discover me, that Finch had some gay friends that would be more than a little bit interested in me. During the day she had me sorting out the taxi firms paperwork, sitting at the kitchen table while she hovered nearby. Afternoons were spent either cleaning my flat if Finch was sleeping after a night shift or her house if Finch was out at work. More than once she had me man the office phones and radio. When Finch worked in the evening Donna took advantage and visited me where she expected me to perform for her. As she'd managed to confiscate both the lap top and mobile phone I was unable to get to either the website or to ring Linda for help. She wouldn't allow me to go out on my own either, so I couldn't collect from the boxes. At the end of the second week Donna suggested that I might like to consider working through a temporary staff agency, pointing out several adverts in the evening paper that she had ringed in red pen. "Once you've a regular wage coming in, you'll feel far more secure." So secure that I'd be further entangled in her web as if I made any objection the agency would be alerted to the truth. Then of course there was the press, they'd have a field day. I imagined the look of sheer glee that would cover Nick O'Brien's face and the attitude Tom Pendle would have if he found out he'd been right royally duped. I had to get out and get out fast. Quite how I was going to do it I didn't know but an idea began to form when Finch muttered that he needed a break. Donna was delighted when I suggested I work more regularly at the taxi office, "to get me used to more regular hours." It had then been much easier for me to get to Finch. It took two days to convince him he should take a break, another two to get him to consider my suggestion that he should treat Donna to a second honeymoon. On the Friday afternoon he waved a pair of plane tickets at me. Donna came to the flat seconds after I'd arrived home. "The idiot has only gone and booked a week in Tenerife!" "You must admit he's been working hard." "I blame myself of course, if you weren't so stubborn about going legitimate, I'd have known what he was up to. Anyway, he'll just have to cancel." "Cancel? Why?" "Because Victoria, I'm not having you backsliding into the gutter again. I'm not having you going back to whoring." She used the voice she employed when impressing upon me that she knew best and I better not argue. I wasn't happy about her saying I'd been whoring and said so. "I'm not a whore! I never sold my body, just my time!" She gave me her knowing smile. "But it wouldn't have been far off would it Victoria? If I hadn't stepped in and saved you." If her idea of saving me were to turn me into a timid mouse during the day and then expect me to be a tigress in the evening, it was a strange kind of rescue. "If you cancel Donna, Finch will get suspicious. You've been at home all day and here most evenings, at least you've told him you were coming here. He might think you've been going elsewhere." "You might have a point, but how do I know you'll behave yourself?" She solved that problem buy taking my case of clothes and most of my make up and locking it in her attic. She already had the lap top and mobile up there and threatened to throw them out if she found I'd been backsliding while they were away. They flew out on the following Sunday night, at eight o'clock. At five past nine I broke in through their kitchen window. Knowing the lay out of their house was an advantage not knowing where I might find a step ladder to get to the attic hatch on the other hand wasn't so good. I settled on using a tall stool that I found in the spare bedroom, the room was bare but for the stool and an unmade single bed. I pushed up the hatch and wriggled my way in, it wasn't easy as I was having to stand on tip toe. I made it eventually and found a light switch fitted to the timber frame into which the hatch fitted. When I flicked it on I found myself in a well lit carpeted attic room. My case and hold-all were to the left and I found my mobile stuffed in the side pocket. There was no furniture but at the far end of the room was a large wooden chest. My curiosity got the better of me and I went over to it and lifted the lid. There was a layer of pornographic magazines, I thought I'd fond Finch's secret horde until I lifted one or two up and found piles of fetish clothing underneath along with a collection of belts and straps, a paddle and a cat o' nine tails. The clothing was all female and was far too small to suggest that it was Finch who wore it. I burrowed deeper into the trunk and found a pair of thigh boots in patent leather, a number of hoods and masks. I think I'd found the reason that Finch might have bragged of his love life, if he dared. I closed the lid of the trunk and went back to the case and bag, lowering the hold-all down through the hatch was easy enough but the case was a different matter. Quite how Donna had managed to get in into the attic I couldn't imagine, unless she had a willing accomplice? Had Finch helped? Did he know something about what had been going on? I didn't give it a lot of thought at the time as I wanted to get out as quickly as I could. I took the time to check the unmade bed in the spare room and found that there were clips at each corner of the bed and also some metal hooks fitted into the wall. They had been painted white so they weren't easy to see. I let myself out of the back door and into the garden, down the long path to a rear gate. I passed a large shed on the right and peered in its window. There wasn't a lot of light but I thought I could see bars on the wall and some kind of padded table in the middle of the floor. Once out of the gate I went back to my flat, packed what little Donna had left me with and booked a taxi via the mobile. The taxi took me into the city centre where I found a small bed and breakfast. Once I was safely in the room I sat and pondered over what I'd seen, was it Donna's idea or Finch's? Was Donna discovering the truth about me a spur to the plan or had it been a bonus? Why would she want me to get a job in the real world? To remove any suspicions that Finch might have? And who was the bed for anyway? Finch?Or me? Or both? I shivered at the thought and went to be early. The following morning I left the