My heroine's use of a pseudonym in the previous chapter seems to have caused some confusion. My character's name is Beverley but she used the name Brenda when auditioning and subsequently taking part in the making of the porn film. I hope this clears things up. As my story continues, I must confess I haven't yet decided on the final resolution of the story. Any suggestions would be welcome and acknowledged.
Delicious Punishment
When Beverley got back to the house it was after seven. This time there was no security guard on the gate and she drove straight in and up to the front door. Michael was standing there waiting to greet her.
'Hello Brenda, I'm so glad you decided to come. You haven't eaten have you? I thought we could have supper together.'
Inside the main entrance a beautifully decorated staircase spiralled up to the first floor. Michael took her case and steered her up the stairs and along a landing that had been roped off during the day. Beverley assumed that it lead to their private quarters. Near the end of the landing Michael ushered her into a small exquisitely decorated room where a table was set for two. There was an open door leading off from the dining room.
'If you want to freshen up there is a bathroom through there', Michael said, pointing to the open door.
Beverley entered what turned out to be a lavishly appointed bedroom containing a four poster bed with a mirrored canopy and mirrors on the surrounding walls. On racks mounted on one wall were an assortment of whips, manacles and handcuffs. There were four life size nude oil paintings of couples engaged in various forms of sexual intercourse. Beverley noticed an exquisite fine black Janet Reger silk negligee lying on the bed. She assumed she was meant to put it on,
She walked on through to the adjacent fully mirrored bathroom which contained a Jacuzzi as well as a huge walk in bath, bigger enough for at least six people, which was already full of hot water. Beverley slipped out of her clothes and walked down the steps into the expensively scented bath water. There were stone seats to accommodate four people comfortably and perhaps six people with some intimate squashing together.
'So what do you think of my playroom?'
Michael was standing in the doorway of the bathroom holding two glasses of champagne.
'Very decadent; I suppose you have orgies in here with the film crew and actors?'
'Actually no; by the end of filming there all shagged out. We sometimes hold auditions in here though; they can be great fun. Anyway, I'll leave you to your toilet; my butler will be serving supper in ten minutes.'
Michael turned to leave then came back.
'I strongly recommend you take one of these with your champagne.'
He held up a dark blue tablet.
'What is it?'
'Viagra!'
After Michael had left Beverley picked up the tablet he had left in a glass beside the bath. Neither she nor Graham had ever felt the need to use Viagra but it was understandable that a man of at least seventy-five might find it helpful. Curiosity got the better of her. She popped it in her mouth and swallowed it down with a mouthful of champagne. Nothing happened; feeling rather disappointed she climbed out of the bath and dried herself before returning to the bedroom and slipping on the negligee. Her reflection in the mirrored walls confirmed that she was decorously naked. She added a g-string and stockings to her ensemble and stepped into her high heels. Returning to the dining room she frivolously wondered if Michael employed a special blind butler for these intimate occasions.
Michael turned from the window as she entered.
'Ah how absolutely delicious', he exclaimed as he settled her in a chair at the table. 'You can serve now Richards'; he instructed a man about the same age as himself who was hovering in the background. 'We're starting with caviar; its supposed to be a great aphrodisiac but I find Viagra much more reliable. Did you take your little blue pill by the way?'
Beverley nodded.
'Oh good I do really want you to enjoy yourself while I am enjoying myself.'
'Well it doesn't seem to be doing anything for me', Beverley replied.
'Give it time my dear, give it time', Michael responded.
After the butler had served the main course he discretely disappeared.
