Ladies and Gentlemen, before i start with this story, i want to point out that i've received some very fair constructive criticism regarding what is a very bad habit of mine. My 'over-use' of CAPITAL letters within my writing. So, for this one i've edited it before publishing, eliminating most, if not all, of my use of upper case. And, please believe me, criticism, especially if in constructive form is always welcome. For i accept that i'm far from perfect as a writer, and how else do you learn, if nobody points out your shortcomings?
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DINNER PARTIES WITH A DIFFERENCE!
CRASH! The box had slipped out of the woman's hands and landed hard on the ground with the resulting destruction. For it had been full of expensive crockery, all handmade with real precision, care and almost love. But now it was simply a pile of useless junk, smashed to pieces, totally and utterly broken. And it was entirely my fault!
Yes, I'd been completely immersed in my 'phone and quite simply hadn't been paying an awful lot of attention as to where I was going. And walked right into this Lady, causing her to drop the box she was carrying, containing the aforementioned items, that she had only just purchased. As if that wasn't bad enough, there were several witnesses who had seen what I'd done, some of whom knew her, so there'd be NO denying my liability.
"Well then Good Sir, you now owe me five hundred and thirty-six pounds. There's no doubt that you are at fault here, you walked into me and caused me to drop these. I've only just purchased them, and now I, or rather you, need to return to the shop where I'd bought them and procure another set."
"I'm so sorry Ma'am, but I don't have that sum of money with me. I won't be able to pay you until I get paid, next week."
"Well, that's just not good enough!" And then she paused, and I looked at her properly for the first time since we'd bumped into each other, as she did me. She was attractive, quite a little older than me, clearly rich and upper middle class. After all, what ordinary working-class person could afford to spend over five hundred quid on crockery? Suddenly she smiled, a rather predatory smile it must be said, and then continued. "Or maybe you could pay me another way instead of in cash?"
"I'm sorry Ma'am, but what do you mean by that?"
"I mean that you could perform a service for me, instead of paying me in the form of money."
"What do you want me to do?"
"Let's go and have a coffee, somewhere more private and I'll explain just what it is I want from you."
She led me to a small, rather exclusive, nearby café, purchased two coffees, and we sat down at a table in the corner. "Well Darling, I have a few little desires that you can help me with. Firstly, let me assure you that NO harm will happen to you. You have my word on that."
"Yes Ma'am, I believe you."
"Good. Firstly, I'm holding a dinner party for a few of my friends this evening, that's what the crockery set is for. Well, we could do with a 'waiter,' and you will fit the bill rather nicely." Bang goes my Saturday night down the pub! "And then, well it's been a few years since my Henry passed away, and I fancy some bedroom 'action.' You'll spend the rest of the night in my boudoir where you will then service my sexual desires. Which can be quite perverse and will most definitely include you being securely tied to my bed whilst I ravish you. But as I say, I will look out for your safety. Well Darling, there it is. Become my sex slave for the night, and I'll readily accept that as payment."
Quite frankly, what choice did I have? And, although clearly far older than me, she looked to be in her late forties, like I say she was extremely attractive, sexy even. And dressed immaculately, an absolutely delicious champagne leather suit, with a very short skirt that only just concealed whether the hosiery upon her shapely legs was in the form of stockings or tights. And the blouse underneath her jacket, in a similar colour, was clearly made of satin.
About five feet eight in height, roughly the same as myself, with golden hair and blue eyes, this was a Lady of class and style, no doubt about that. It began to occur to me that I might even actually enjoy what she wanted. And if I refused, what then? I'd owe her a sum of money that I really could not afford to lose, Saturday nights down the pub would be out of the question for several weeks, months even.
"Ma'am, I accept your offer. I agree to serve you and your friends for dinner this evening and then become your complete carnal captive, to surrender myself to your sexual desires."
Her face broadened into a massive smile. "Thank you, Darling. Well right now I need to purchase another set of just what you broke. Which you can then carry to my car. And then you will go and fetch your own and follow me back to my house."
"I didn't drive here Ma'am, so maybe I'll just come back to your home with you in your car. If that's alright with you? Although I'm not exactly dressed to be a 'waiter,' am I?"
"Perfect! Now don't you worry about your 'attire' for this evening, you'll be dressed by me in some of my clothes." Ah, just what have I got myself into here? "Oh, and there's no need for you to keep calling me Ma'am, my name is Geraldine Winterburn, although my friends call me Geri. Which, if you are going to allow me to make you my carnal captive is just what you will then be, my friend. So please, call me Geri."
"Geri it is then. Well Geri, let's go get another set of plates, and then I'll hand myself over to you, 'on a plate' as it were!"