Close Observation Ch 16

Marie came and got Ron from the waiting room. He thought she probably looked better than he did. Ron had hardly slept. Marie seemed to look like she always did. She made very brief eye contact with him, no more than a split second, when she called his name, then looked away before she turned. She held the door open for him and he walked after her down the corridor.

They were in the usual room he saw them in. It seemed odd just the two of them being in there, without Dr Smith-Crowden. Marie didn't seem to want to look at him. Ron sat down in his usual chair. Marie pulled over the chair Dr Smith-Crowden had usually used and sat down.

When she looked at him, her eyes watered. She seemed uncomfortable. Ron was surprised, he was used to seeing her looking so confident and poised, especially here, when she had her professional head on.

'Ron, I'm really sorry about last night,' said Marie.

'Why? You didn't do anything bad,' said Ron.

'I remember shouting at you in the pub, and I remember saying some inappropriate things afterwards,' said Marie. She looked nervous; she played with her hair, she kept pushing her hair back behind her ear on the left side of her face.

'Forget about it. You were drunk. I wasn't offended or anything, forget about it,' said Ron.

'Ok. I

am

sorry though,' said Marie.

'No worries, really. How's your head?' he asked. He smiled at her.

'I've had paracetamol,' she said.

Marie wasn't smiling back. She still looked nervous and uncomfortable. Ron had thought he'd be able to put her at ease quickly, but it seemed like he hadn't.

***

This session went differently. Marie asked him about his childhood. He told her he'd grown up in the Elephant/Walworth area. Ron's dad had been a butcher; he'd worked in a butchers on the Walworth road for almost fifty years. People used to say that was why Ron had got so big, because his old man was bringing home the best cuts of meat.

Ron felt like Marie was expecting dark stuff, like abuse or trauma or something, and he almost didn't want to disappoint her. The truth was that he felt he had nothing to complain about, he'd enjoyed his childhood. School had been boring, but it had been alright. It was rough where they lived, it could be

really

rough, but he'd been helping out in the butchers shop at the weekends, and he thought that had been great for him, he'd had money and it had kept him from getting involved in some of the stuff that was going on. Even when they went to the football, he went with his dad, his uncle and their mates, he never got involved in any of the aggravation.

Ron's dad had assumed he'd work at the butchers, and that would be what he did forever. Ron fancied the army though. He could remember when he was really small, his mum and dad had taken him into the west end. He could only have been about four, maybe even younger. He could vividly remember seeing the household cavalry outside Horse Guards. Something had clicked, he'd thought,

I'm

going to do that. The household cavalry was made up of two different regiments, the Life Guards, and the Blues and Royals, who'd been amalgamated. Ron could remember the ones he saw, they were Life Guards, wearing red tunics under their breastplates and blonde plumes on their helmets.

Ron's uncle had been in the Royal Fusiliers. He'd told Ron that if he joined the Household Cavalry, he'd spend all his time sweeping and mucking out "the facking 'orses," so Ron started thinking about the foot guards instead. He'd joined up as soon as he could. He realised quite quickly that he had a knack for being a squaddie. He'd always been neat and tidy as a kid, he'd always liked his room to be tidy and clean, and for his clothes to be just so. He fit into the guards. He'd been boxing in Elephant since he was ten, and if you could box, that got you a long way in the army. Things just felt right, he could remember thinking that he'd found what he was supposed to be doing.

Ron asked Marie if this was helpful, if this information was any use to her. She said it was, she said it was great. She was taking notes as he spoke. She asked him about his family, and he told her about his mum and dad, and what their relationships had all been like. He wondered what this stuff could have to do with him pissing himself. Marie told him to trust her. That moment was the closest she got to smiling.

When the appointment was finished, Ron felt disappointed. He always looked forward to coming to the Mental Health Team and seeing Marie. He liked being around her in this context. When he saw her in 'work mode,' she always had this poise and confidence about her which he found irresistible. Today had been different; she'd been almost cold towards him; she hadn't seemed comfortable. Ron had meant what he said when he told her he wasn't bothered about the night before. He loved her; he loved every single thing about her, he wasn't bothered about some drunken nonsense. He didn't want anything to change in their relationship. Now he was worried that something

had

changed.

***

When he got back to Pimlico, Vicky was in the living room. She was wearing his red, army boxing team t-shirt. It seemed to be an accepted thing that Annabelle and Vicky were going to wear his t-shirts as nighties now. Ron didn't mind too much as he thought they looked good in them. Vicky was eating cereal; she had a big purple bowl she always used.

'Good morning Mr Ron. How's your head?' asked Vicky.

'I'm alright. I didn't have that much,' said Ron.

'Marie bloody did,' said Vicky.

'She got stuck in,' said Ron.

'Is she a bit down in the dumps?' asked Vicky.

'I don't think she's great at the moment,' said Ron.

Caroline walked into the room. She was wearing one of Ron's old Millwall replica shirts. She kissed Vicky on the mouth, then came over and hugged and kissed Ron. Ron thought Caroline had probably just got out of bed. She had no makeup on, she hadn't done anything with her hair, but he thought she looked

stunning

. He thought she was one of the naturally prettiest, most alluring women he'd ever seen. She sat down on the settee next to Vicky, resting her body against Vicky.

'Are you working today Mr Ron?' asked Vicky.

'I'm not doing my normal thing, but Katie might need me. Have you got any bookings?' said Ron.

'This one's got a duo with Layla, but she won't need anyone with her,' said Vicky.

'Oh ok. You haven't got anything Vick?' said Ron.

'I've got the barristers tonight. That's at eleven. I seem to recall Katie said she needed you for one with Marie though. If that one finishes early enough, I'd love to have you with me,' said Vicky.

'Right. I'd like to catch up with them. Are you going to do the thing?' asked Ron.

'What thing?' asked Vicky.

'...The water sports thing,' said Ron.

Vicky and Caroline both smiled.

'I am indeed. We've been practicing,' said Vicky.

'Oh ok,' said Ron.

'And this one's so into it now that she's put it on the website that she'll wee on people!' said Vicky.

Caroline giggled.

'Do you get more for that?' asked Ron.

'Fifty quid more, per hour,' said Caroline. She was embarrassed.

'Not here though, Ron, no clients will be doing water sports in here,' said Vicky.

'Glad to hear it. Is Annie in?' asked Ron.

'No, she goes to the gym early. I saw her before she went, and she asked me if you were about today. I said you were out, and I wasn't sure if you'd be back' said Vicky.

'I'll text her,' said Ron.

***

Marie had a booking with four men. They were members of the same club as Le Brodeur, and the chaps at the stag party who'd had Marie, Layla and Emma. Le Brodeur had recommended the agency to them. They'd asked for Vicky, but she was booked in later with the barristers, she didn't want to go there on the back of a booking with four people. They'd asked for Marie instead. Ron queried whether they realised Marie didn't do anal. Katie had told him she'd made that clear to them.

Ron picked Marie up from Elephant. She was the same as she had been that morning. Her eyes were watering, she avoided eye-contact with him and kept playing with her hair, fixing it behind her ears on either side of her head. She gave him a hug and a kiss, the same as she always did, but it felt different.

'How's your day been?' asked Ron.

'I'm really busy. I'm writing an essay and looking after a caseload. I always seem to have so much to do,' said Marie.

'Sounds tough,' said Ron.

'I didn't have time to eat when I got back. Can you drop me somewhere where we can get food afterwards?' asked Marie.

'Of course,' said Ron. That was the extent of their conversation on the journey.

***

It took a long time to get to Mayfair. Katie had told him there'd be a parking place outside the club for him, and he was relieved to find that there was. When he got out, it struck Ron that it was a lovely evening. Ron always liked the atmosphere in Mayfair.

They walked around to the back of the huge, red-brick club building. Ron knocked three times on the back door, as he had been instructed to; it made him feel like a spy. A porter let them in. Ron thought it was the same one as last time.

The porter led them though some double doors, into a long corridor. Doors to four guest bedrooms lined the left-hand wall. The porter said none of the rooms were occupied. He said the clients had suggested that Ron could wait in the last bedroom at the end, and the party would take place in the one next to that. Ron said that doors could not be locked or closed, he had to be able to hear. The porter said it would be fine for Ron's door to be ajar. He said Marie's door would be open in case any of the four club members wanted to watch proceedings from the doorway.

Marie followed Ron into the last bedroom. It looked like a hotel room. It was nice and clean, there was an en suite bathroom at the back. Ron sat on the bed. He'd brought his new book. Marie put her bag on the bed behind him. She took her clothes off. Ron looked down at his book. He saw her walk out of the room. She was naked except for black high heels which she must have brought in her bag. She had a gift bag, the sort of bag you bought to put presents in that you couldn't be bothered to wrap. Ron assumed it had condoms in, and lube.

Ron heard someone come down the corridor. It was the porter again. Ron heard him ask Marie if he could inform the club members that she was ready to proceed. She said he could. As Ron heard the porter walking off down the corridor, Marie came back into the room. She gave him her envelope. She didn't make eye contact with him.

She went back next door.

Ron heard the first man coming about a minute later. Marie greeted him. She wasn't nervous and uncomfortable with this fucking guy. The man complimented Marie on her appearance and she thanked him.

Pretty soon Ron could hear that the man was in Marie's mouth. He could hear her breathing through her nose as she fellated him. Ron heard the man moaning softly and assumed he'd ejaculated. He heard the man leave the room and walk back down the corridor and out of the double doors.

The next man seemed to ejaculate into Marie's mouth as well. The one after had sex with her. Marie cried out as they had sex. Number three went at her energetically, to the point where Ron could hear that he started to run out of puff. They paused before he started again. He came quickly afterwards. He told Marie that she was gorgeous.

Number four also had sex with her. Ron assumed his penis was bigger, or that Marie was becoming more aroused, as she made a lot of noise. He came quickly as well.

It was a two-hour booking. The four men kept Marie busy almost constantly. As the time went on, it would take them longer to come. Marie seemed to respond to the longer bouts of sex, she started to come herself, she climaxed a few times. For some reason, the clients almost always preferred to go in by themselves, there was only one occasion where Marie was taken by two of them at the same time. He could hear her stifled cries as she climaxed with a penis in her mouth. Marie looked exhausted she came back into the room with Ron. She took a shower in the en suite bathroom and spent quite a lot of time washing her mouth out. Ron asked her where she wanted to go for food. She asked him to take him to a fast food place not far from her flat.

***

'Come in and eat with me,' said Marie, when they got to the restaurant. Ron was surprised at the invitation as she hadn't said a word to him all the way back.

'Ok,' he said.

They bought their food. Ron bought a stacked cheeseburger which looked amazing, but which he knew he'd be running off for the next week.

They sat by a window. It was a table for four people, two seats on each side. Ron sat down first. Marie sat down next to him, on his side. She wolfed her food down. When she finished, she turned towards him in her seat. She put her left arm around his back, her right arm round in front of him, around his chest. She cuddled against him and rested her head on his shoulder as he finished eating.

Ron put his right arm around her and held her tight.

'Are you ok?' he asked her.

'Yeah,' she replied. She sounded sleepy and distant.

'Are we ok?' Ron asked.

'Yeah, we're ok,' said Marie.

She craned her neck up and kissed him on the side of his face.

They stayed there like that for a while. Nothing was said, they just sat there. Ron didn't really know what was going on with her, and he didn't know what to say.

It was getting dark outside. There were still a lot of people about. Ron thought that Elephant felt different to Mayfair.

***

'Vicky and Ron are here!' said John the barrister.

'Indeed they are,' Alexander the barrister said.

'Come in both, please!' said John.

'Victoria, you look quite ravishing, young lady,' said Alexander.

'Why thank you Alexander,' said Vicky, as she stepped through the threshold. Vicky's accent was as posh as the barristers; Ron loved the way she spoke.

'Good evening Ron, lovely to see you again, sir,' said John.

'Evening chaps. Hugo not about?' said Ron. He liked coming here.

'Oh, he's here somewhere,' said John, looking back into the flat.

'I'll take you to a bedroom where you can change young lady, Ron, you must come and sit down, I'm sure John will fix you a drink,' said Alexander.

'Look at the size of young Vicky's breasts!' said John. Vicky laughed.

'Yes, they're very large. We had another one, young Vicky, Ron brought us another lady. Damned pretty girl, couldn't compete with you in the bosom department though, it must be said,' replied Alexander.

'By God, they've arrived. Young lady, it's lovely to see you again,' said Hugo the barrister, emerging from one of the bedrooms.

'Hello Hugo,' said Vicky.

'Good evening Ron,' said Hugo.

'Hi Hugo,' said Ron.

'Do come and sit down, Ron,' said John.

Ron took his usual armchair on the far side of the room.

'Right chaps. Tonight, we have a choice of three films to watch. I already know Alexander's preference, but I'd like your thoughts. We have 'Imitation Game,' about the Turing fellow, the fellow from Kings, we also have a film called 'Widows,' about some bank robbers, and the obligatory naughty one. We also have, let me have a look... 'Teens like it Rough 4.' American thing, I think. Thoughts gentlemen?' said John.

'I rather think we've seen the one about the Turing fellow, John,' said Hugo.

'Yeah, we watched that the first time I came over,' said Ron.

'Really? I can't remember it,' said John.

'It's the computer fellow, the queer fellow. Made a computer which read the German codes,' said Hugo.

'Yes,' said Ron.

'I do remember! We have indeed seen that one! Right, bank robbers or teens who like it rough. That's the choice,' said John.

'What does Alexander want?' asked Hugo.

'He's plumped for the naughty one,' said John.

'Well I'll go with that then,' said Hugo.

'Ron?' asked John.

'Oh, I don't know, it's your party. I'd probably go for the bank robbers,' said Ron.

'I rather like the sound of that one too,' said John.

'We've got too many people, it's a tie,' said Hugo.

'I don't mind, really, it's your place. Up to you, really,' said Ron.

'Ron's our guest, so I'm happy to go with the bank robbers,' said Hugo.

'Three votes to one! it's settled!' said John.

Alexander was just leading Vicky out on her leash as Ron put the DVD on. Ron couldn't help noticing that Vicky's enhanced breasts looked incredible, hanging down as she crawled along behind Alexander.

Ron liked the film from the start. The barristers obviously did as well because, for the first half hour, each of them chose to have Vicky fellate them as they sat watching the film, rather than take her off to a bedroom to sodomise her. Ron would glance around every now and again and would see Vicky's head bobbing up and down rhythmically above a different lap. Hugo and John were drinking water from tall tumblers and would keep getting up to refill them.

Eventually, John led Vicky off to a bedroom. When he brought her back, Hugo took her straight off again. Ron was pretty engrossed in the film after that. He noticed that, between the three of them, they were taking Vicky into the bedroom almost constantly. With about twenty minutes left, he saw Hugo and John lead Vicky, crawling, into the bathroom. Alexander came back and joined Ron in front of the television.

The film finished with ten minutes left on the booking. Ron went to have a quick peek at what was going on. They were in the bathroom, and Vicky was in the bath being urinated on by both John and Hugo. They were urinating on her face and hair, and into her mouth. Vicky was smiling and looking up at them.

***

Vicky was quiet in the car, afterwards.

'You ok, Miss Vicky?' asked Ron.

'I'm ok Mr Ron... Don't feel great about that one though,' said Vicky.

'No?' asked Ron.

'No,' said Vicky.

'Why,' asked Ron.

'Well, Mr Ron, normally I do stuff with men because I like it,' said Vicky.

'This is about the water sports thing,' said Ron.

'Yes,' said Vicky.

'Don't worry about that, you did what you needed to do... No one will find out about it from me,' said Ron.

'No... Thank you, Mr Ron, but it's not about that, I don't care if the girls know.

I know

... When I started off, I suppose I was really vanilla. I just did normal sex, and I wouldn't let people come in my mouth... I've always been really bi, ever since school, so I'd do duos... but really, I was quite tame, I suppose, compared to other girls... Katie said, she was still working then, she said that the extra money for anal really added up. So, I thought, I'll try it, and I

liked it

. So, I started doing anal, but only because I liked it. I started letting people come in my mouth, and I started swallowing, but that was because I'd tried it and liked it. I

don't

like having people piss in my mouth... I'm going to keep doing it though, with them, and it's just for the money. That doesn't feel nice, Mr Ron,' said Vicky.

'Maybe you'll get used to it,' said Ron.

He couldn't imagine getting used to people pissing in his mouth.

'I don't think I will,' said Vicky.

'I'm not judging you; I don't think any less of you whatsoever,' said Ron.

'How high was the bar though?' said Vicky, laughing.

'Just as high as it would be with anyone else. I think you're marvellous,' said Ron.

'Thank you, Ron,' said Vicky. She looked in his eyes as she said it, and she touched his arm.

'I don't want you feeling bad,' said Ron.

'I'll be alright. It'll work out in the end. I have a plan, and eighteen grand a year is going help me get where I want to go a lot bloody quicker,' said Vicky.