Authors Note: Geoff Mills is a character from my story "The New Neighbours", but no knowledge of that story is needed to read this one. In case anyone who has read it is wondering how the two interrelate I have included a timeline of all my stories so far in a note at the end.
All Characters in the story are 18 or older.
Friday Night Games Club -- Chapter 6
When Natalia first contacted Geoff Mills, he was extremely wary. She guessed that this was understandable, given his business was obviously highly illegal. Mills had wanted to know where she had got his contact details and when Natalia was unable to name a source on the dark web, she had been forced to admit she obtained them from one of his other customers.
He had then demanded to know which one. There was no way to bluff, as Brad's was the only name she knew, so she was obliged to tell the truth. The next hurdle was Mills wanted to know her reasons for trying to access his product -- who did she plan to mind-control and why? Natalia was not entirely sure what she hoped to do herself, so instead she owned up to being one of Brad's victims, but one to whom something unusual had happened.
This turned out to be the best answer she could have given. Mills seemed fascinated to know more and readily agreed to meet her. Arrangements were made; they were to rendezvous at another cheap motel, this time a Travelodge just north of Brighton. Geoff Mills liked such places for their relative anonymity.
Natalia was aware that the meeting was not free from danger. She had to assume that Mills was a mind-controlling sociopath in the Bradley Gilmour mould -- or worse. She decided that she needed to impress him and ensure he understood that she was not to be trifled with. Katie's personality was firmly buried for this trip; Natalia Rostova would be in charge. And she decided to take Stacey with her as a demonstration of her authority.
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On the appointed day for the meeting, Natalia and Stacey drew up in the car park outside the hotel, and then wheeled their overnight bags down the ramp to the entrance. To avoid any indication of a clandestine meeting they had booked a room and Geoff Mills had done likewise. The agreement was that Geoff would text them his room number and they would meet.
The middle-aged female receptionist eyed the two attractive young women who were sharing a room. She reflected that they were very near Brighton, LGBTQ+ capital of England; lesbians were hardly unusual in these parts. Natalia merely smiled at her in a way designed to dare her to comment.
They made their way to the allotted room. Natalia had deliberately arrived early for the appointment, to give them time to shower and change. She wanted to put on a bit of a show to impress Mills. Natalia dressed herself all in black -- black knee length boots, tight black leather trousers, a black tee-shirt with a rather elegant picture of a female vampire on it, fangs dripping blood, and a black leather jacket. Natalia would have liked to dye her hair black as well, but Brad had forbidden it. Hidden inside her right boot was hidden a long-bladed knife -- just in case.
The effect was sexy, but not too blatant. Natalia didn't want to encourage Mills to have any ideas regarding her. Stacey was another matter entirely. She was wearing a bondage slave outfit that consisted of leather straps and buckles, but didn't actually cover-up any important part of her body. Since she couldn't wander the corridors looking like that, she would wear an overcoat until they reached Mills' room. Her only other garments were a pair of sandals and a slave collar.
Promptly at 7 p.m. as arranged, Geoff Mills' text arrived. 'Room 13' it said. "Unlucky for some," Natalia muttered to herself, "damn well isn't going to be me."
They made their way to room 13 and knocked. Geoff Mills opened the door and invited them in. Natalia was surprised by the sheer ordinariness of the man. He looked around 30 and was of unremarkable height, weight and looks with brown hair and eyes. If you had seen him in the street, you wouldn't have bothered with a second glance.
He was expensively dressed, but in a conservative style -- sports jacket, slacks and shirt -- which did little for him. Only when he caught Natalia's eye with a glance did she sense something more. There was high intelligence in that look, but also something cold and almost inhuman. Natalia knew that Katie would have been trembling like a trapped animal at this point. It was a good thing she was here.
There was a second person in the room, who presented a marked contrast to Mills. She was a young woman, perhaps 19 or 20 years old. She had skin the colour of milky coffee and long curly dark-brown hair and when she spoke her slight soft accent revealed her as of Afro-Caribbean descent. She was very pretty, with a slim body but nicely rounded breasts and bottom that stood out on her slender frame. She was wearing tightly fitting shorts and a tee-shirt that emphasised her figure.
"Ms Rostova, I assume," Mills said, holding out a hand. Natalia noted that in contrast to his unimpressive appearance, he had a delightful voice. "Please call me Geoff, if you will. I like to present a friendly face to my customers."
'Yes, and I'll bet Sweeny Todd did too,' thought Natalia, but what she said was, "Very well... Geoff. You may call me Natalia."
Mills turned to his companion. "This is Miss Ellie Walcott. Ellie is one of my slaves. I always like to bring a sample of my wares to these meetings in case my customers have doubts. A few months ago, she was a deeply Christian virgin and about to depart to university. I have made her into a bi-sexual slut and whore. If you have a mind to try, she will happily service any sexual desire you have."
"That's all right," said Natalia, "I have no doubts about the effectiveness of your process. You may recall that it was used on me. This is Stacey, by the way. She is one of my slaves, although I will admit that Bradley Gilmour did the actual processing. I have sort of 'taken her over'. Stacey, remove your coat."
The red-haired eighteen-year-old did so, showing herself to be naked except for the highly revealing bondage slave outfit.