28. A fucking Member of Parliament

Liam filled two glasses of wine and handed them to Mary. She took them and walked towards the door.

"Have you got everything?" asked Liam.

"Yup," said Veronica.

He winked at Tanya. "Have a good one."

"Go with Mary," said Veronica. "I'll be right behind you."

Tanya did as instructed and followed the maid to an adjacent room which was equipped as a luxurious S&M suite. The walls were hung with an assortment of whips, canes, shackles and clamps, and the atmosphere reeked of sweated leather. There was also a large mahogany desk, a man-size X-shaped cross and, bizarrely, a child's rocking horse.

"What's this place?" asked Tanya.

"Liam's bondage room," said Veronica. She marched around squirting perfume in the air.

"Are we going to torture the client?" asked Tanya.

"Looks like it," said Veronica, sitting herself in a chair behind the desk. "You stand here, babe, and don't say anything unless I tell you." She indicated that Tanya should take a position beside her. "Oh, by the way, Liam might be filming this so let's put on a good show."

"Filming!"

"Yup. He's had this guy by the short and curlies for yonks. I'll explain later. It's all about changing the gambling laws and fixing the vote in parliament. Oops, 'scuse my language! I meant to say 'lobbying' parliament!"

There was a knock at the door. "Enter!" called Veronica.

A smart middle-aged man, in a suit and tie, stepped inside and began to speak.

"Mistress Veronica....."

"You're early!" shouted Veronica. "Go and stand in the corner till I am ready for you!"

"Sorry, mistress....."

"Don't 'sorry' me!" Veronica stood and leaned, with both hands, on the desk. "You're a pathetic waste of space, Simon Woodhead. Your appointment was at eight o'clock. Not one minute before eight. Not one minute after. And certainly not ten minutes before!"

The Right Honourable Simon Woodhead MP skulked to a corner of the room and waited, head bowed, for his next instruction. He didn't have to wait long.

"Face the wall!" roared Veronica. He spun round as if stung by her words. "I don't want your miserable visage to pollute my sight till exactly eight o'clock."

Veronica whispered to Tanya and she strode over to Simon, reached for the inside pocket of his jacket and withdrew a sealed envelope. Simon couldn't resist casting his eyes up and down her body. He was so mesmerised by the shiny plastic covering her like a second skin, that he was unable to prevent his gaze following her as she returned to Veronica's side.

"Must I tell you again," warned Veronica. Simon's head snapped back into the corner. "Because of that display of contempt for my authority, you will suffer a special humiliation tonight."

She took the envelope from Tanya, ripped it open and began counting out crisp fifty pound notes. She arranged them in pairs, in a staggered line, that stretched from one side of the desk to the other. Tanya gasped. It was more money than she had ever seen.

Satisfied with the total, Veronica swept up the money and dropped it in one of the drawers. Then she picked up the wine glasses and gave one to Tanya.

"Time for work," she said. "Cheers my dear." She clinked her glass to Tanya's and drowned half the contents in one gulp.

Tanya watched as Veronica marched across to Simon and roughly removed his suit, shirt and tie to expose the stockings, suspenders and sheer bikini briefs he was wearing beneath. Veronica then barked for Tanya's assistance, like a surgeon demanding operating instruments.

They efficiently buckled wrist-to-thigh restraints on Simon and attached a leather collar to his neck. Then Veronica went to a corner of the room and released a cord that lowered a chandelier chain, which Tanya clipped to the back of Simon's collar. The chain was eased up again till Simon was forced onto his toes. Veronica then selected a pair of nipple clamps and fixed them securely to Simon's nipples. She gave them a tug to test their tightness and Simon's head rocked back in pain and delight. She picked up a leather tawse and indicated a willy whip, which resembled a miniature cat o'nine tails, for Tanya to use. The two girls then circled Simon's helpless form, with Veronica lashing his buttocks and Tanya concentrating on the penis which swelled unevenly inside the transparent briefs.

"You're a pathetic worm," said Veronica. "Better things than you have crawled from the old bones that my dog digs up."

Slap!

"You're more worthless than the turd I wiped off my shoe this morning."

Slap!

"Call yourself a man?"

Slap!

"My new girlfriend has more balls than you will ever have."

Slap!

"And I know you want to bury your face in her pussy, but it's not going to happen." Veronica pulled on his nipple clamps and spoke in his ear. "Because that privilege is for me to enjoy and you to imagine."

Slap!

"How rude of me! I forgot to introduce you. Simon, this is my new love, Inese."

Veronica positioned herself behind Tanya and began to caress her breasts, apparently to further torment their client. She whispered in Tanya's ear.

"I know you're not into this, babe, but I need you to fake a few orgasms. Imagine I am your boyfriend and we're playing a sexy game."

Again Tanya did as instructed. While expert hands fondled her body and soft lips kissed her neck, she closed her eyes, breathed deeply and uttered blissful moans. She ejected the image of her surroundings from her mind in favour of her beloved Nikolai, summoning his presence in a sexual situation for the first time since she arrived in London.

He had come to her during lonely hours, late at night, but never when she was working. Not even when she was betraying him with Shakey.

It was good to be touched by loving hands, other than her own, while Nikolai impregnated her brain. It was no surprise to discover her pulse quicken as the fantasy in her mind gripped the reality of her body. The pressure in her pelvis grew relentlessly till it was beyond her control. She didn't care. The piece of shit suspended from the ceiling would never see her intimate thoughts.

Veronica had invited Nikolai and both girls knew what was happening. It would be their secret. For a second, Tanya wondered if they were being outrageously selfish or incredibly generous with each other; but only for a second. Her orgasm wiped out all reason as it swept up into her belly and down through her groin. She was aware only of Veronica's hand pressing into her panties and grateful for its support as her knees buckled beneath her. It was only her new friend's firm grip that prevented Tanya from collapsing onto the floor.

"Nice one, sweetie," muttered Veronica.

Tanya slowly regained her composure. Veronica holding her till the last vestiges of her orgasm had drained away. When she finally withdrew her hand, she sniffed her fingers discreetly, smiling at the intoxicating blend of Fracas and the natural scent of a woman.

"Now for something a little different," she whispered to Tanya. "This'll be a hell of a giggle. I'll lower him down and you unclip the restraints."

Again the girls went about their work with speed and efficiency. Simon was so overcome with emotion that he sank to his knees and ripped off his own briefs, allowing his erection to swing free. He clutched it with one hand and Veronica lashed his thigh.

"Don't touch that!" she yelled, placing her foot between his shoulder blades and pushing him onto all-fours. "Fetch the saddle," she said to Tanya.

"Fetch the what?"

"The saddle, babe. Over there." Veronica pointed to the rocking horse. "Bring the bridle too."

The saddle was a perfect fit. Small enough for the girth to tighten snugly about Simon's waist; big enough for Tanya to sit astride it and ride Simon around the room. With one hand she held the reins, pulling the rubber bit uncomfortably across his mouth, and with the other hand, she used a crop on his naked bottom. Each time her eyes met Veronica's, she had to fight to restrain her laughter. Veronica added to the problem by making silly faces.

"Ok, that's enough," Veronica said, at last. "Bring him here."

She indicated a large beach towel which she'd placed on the floor. Tanya rode over and waited, still mounted, while Veronica collected an unusual, long-haired whip from her bag.

"I bet you can't guess what this is?" asked Veronica. Simon raised his hand and tried to mumble an answer through the bit. "I'm not talking to you, low-life," sneered Veronica. Simon immediately shut up.

"It looks like a hair piece," said Tanya.

"Not far off," said Veronica. She slipped on a pair of latex gloves, unscrewed a tube of KY and squeezed some jelly over the tapered rubber handle. "It's a pony tail," she said. "You'd better dismount and hold his head. We don't want him bolting out the door."

Tanya knelt in front of Simon and grasped the bridle on either side of his neck, tilting his head upwards and his neck back. Veronica approached, holding up the four inches of gel covered butt plug like a trophy. Tanya heard Simon's breathing quicken and felt his body tense in readiness for his final humiliation. As Veronica knelt at Simon's tail end, she grinned at Tanya and circled her forefinger and thumb to make a wanking motion, indicating what she thought of their client. Tanya stifled another laugh.

Suddenly, Veronica swung her other hand in an exaggerated arc and brought the butt plug against Simon's arse. She inserted it a little, with gentle twists, then shrugged her shoulders and rammed it all the way in. She ignored Simon's startled protest and immediately started work on his penis, as if she was miking a cow. She pointed to the tail which bobbed back and forth with each masturbatory movement and, again, Tanya was forced to stifle a laugh. She failed, finally, when Veronica raised a hand to cover a mock yawn. But Simon was too far gone to notice. Veronica delivered a couple of hard spanks to carry Simon over the edge and after his bestial groans had subsided, she stood and pushed him prostrate onto the wet towel. His head was forced between Tanya's thighs onto the floor.

Her squeal was part shock, part explosive mirth as she gazed in awe at the sight of their VIP client; saddled and bridled and betailed, with Veronica's spikey heel poised on his arse.

A satisfied Simon was showered and dressed by the girls, then ushered from the house by Mary. Liam entered the bondage room with a bottle of wine and refilled the girls' empty glasses.

"Any problems, Tanya?" he asked.

"No. But what a crazy guy!"

"Horses for courses," said Liam.

He and Veronica cracked up.

"Sorry, I don't understand," said Tanya.

"It's ok, sweetie, we're laughing at him, not you," said Veronica.

"A job well done," said Liam. "And to show my appreciation....." He picked up a pair of leather cuffs and buckled them to Veronica's wrists. "Lower the chain, Tanya," he said. "You can demonstrate a little of what you've learned so far."