This is the second instalment in Tom's descent into slavery. It is advisable but far from necessary to read the first episode before reading this one. This works as a stand alone story.
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Whilst Tom had been at college he had been kidnapped by three ladies, tortured and humiliated. Although they paid him well the experience left him hurt and confused. In the short term he was in a lot of pain, in the longer term he could not work out if he enjoyed the night or not. Anyway for several reasons Tom decided not to repeat the experience, in time he graduated and got a job. Now things were falling apart, his marriage had collapsed and he was up to his ears in debt. He needed money badly and he thought back to that night when he was dominated. Perhaps he could offer his body to the people who kidnapped him. It seemed the only way to raise a meaningful amount of cash quickly.
The first challenge was to try to track his kidnappers down. This proved surprisingly difficult. The internet may be great for some research (or plagiarism), but it seemed surprisingly difficult to trace a woman if she had changed to name when she married. Tom seemed to spend ages in dingy internet cafes until at last he tracked down one of his three kidnappers. Even then he could not be absolutely sure. He thought it was the same woman, but let's face it when he was kidnapped there weren't many formal introductions. He remembered he had been naked and gagged most of the time. His kidnappers only really wanted to hurt or humiliate him not talk about mutual acquaintances! He was sure one of the ladies had been an accountant called Mel. He remembered her surname was something like Hicks or Higgs or the like. After some research he found a Mel Standish (née Higgins), a partner in a larger accounting firm Cromwell and Cruickshank ('C&C'). The first thing was to think of an introduction. He could hardly ring up and say, "My name is Tom, do you remember the evening when you whipped me and ensured I lost my anal virginity!" It would be quite a conversation if he got the wrong Mel!
Tom eventually thought of a tactic, so he rang C&C and asked to be put through to Ms Standish. He got through to her secretary and had to leave a message he said he was Tom and they had done business some years ago along with Kathy and Stephanie, she might remember the deal was sealed in Kathy's basement. It was a risk he just hoped that Mel hadn't been down to Kathy's basement that frequently and would remember that was where he was taken when they kidnapped him. He left a mobile number.
To his surprise Mel Standish called back very promptly. She was also circumspect, saying she remembered a Tom and such a deal but was not sure if he was the right Tom.
"Well Ms Standish the deal was recorded on DVD for legal purposes, so I am sure you would be able to remember me if you wish to meet."
"Yes, I remember the DVD it is in my files somewhere. It was a great piece of work. I enjoyed doing business with you, are you still in the same line of work?"
"I took a sabbatical Ms Standish but now am available in my old capacity if that would interest."
"Yes Tom it would, I will need to go over your CV and interview you in person, how would you like to meet for lunch? Would next Thursday be convenient? The Old Post Office, Cleveland Close?"
"I would be honoured, what time would suit you?"
"1pm would be good, wear the mementos you took from the last deal if you still have them."
The conversation seemed fairly innocent until one understands that the DVD was a hard core porn movie Mel and her friends made to effectively blackmail Tom, the line of work Tom referred to was prostitution and the mementos were some pink satin panties.
The difficulty was Tom was broke, Mel was clearly extremely wealthy. Lots of people say they will do anything for cash, few really mean it. Tom did, he knew he would put up with any pain and suffer any indignity to get his life back on track. Tom still had the DVD and the panties and knew he would wear the latter if it increased his chances of getting employment from Mel.
On the Thursday in question he was late, he simply overslept, pathetic but true. He was also scruffy. He always was, sadly this was not chic scruffy it was dirt poor scruffy. He looked pretty awful but at least he was wearing the 'mementos'. He told the rather snooty maître d' that he had an appointment to see Ms Standish and was taken over to Mel's table as if he were a leper. The maître d' looked at Mel as if to stay, surely there is some mistake you don't really want to lunch with this 'thing'.
But Mel graciously received Tom and offered him a seat.
"Well, well, well, Tom. You don't look much better than the last time I saw you."
"Well Ms Standish..."
"Mel, please."
"Well Mel, last time you saw me you had whipped me for two hours, poured wax on some pretty sensitive areas, found creative uses for crocodile clips and got a gentleman to do things to me that I would prefer not to discuss in public."
"Yes, I know we had fun! You know I ended up watching the DVD twenty or thirty times. I think I prefer it to Top Gun."
"Thank you for comparing me to Tom Cruise, but somehow I don't remember the torture scenes in Top Gun."
"Point taken, but if you hated our night together so much, I am curious why you have contacted me, a pay off perhaps."
"No, I may be hard up but strangely I have an almost Victorian sense of honour."
"Good, I hoped you would, you would have spoilt one of my fantasies if this had been a shake down, but here come our starters. As you were late I took the liberty of ordering for you. You may remember I like being in control."
