* Here's the last installment. Again sorry it took so long. It is a particularly long episode though, and it finishes off the series in what I think is a suitably apt way. I hope you enjoy it. Thanks to all the people who've followed me, commented (positively) and sent me messages. I love you all.
Particular thanks go to graymangazer for his comments.
Penny
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Louise
I awoke the next morning with a clear idea of what I was going to do. My plan was to drive to Bristol, gatecrash the conference Steve was at and come clean to him, tell him everything, the whole shebang, the blackmail, Michael's pervy challenges and even the shit at the lesbian club. Then the two of us could come up with a solution together. Two heads are better than one as they say. I wasn't sure how he'd react, but things had escalated way beyond my control and I needed him to know what had been going on, so that we could stop Michael in his tracks.
I got out of bed and headed to the bathroom. I stood stark naked in front of the mirror. My hair was matted with Michael's spunk from the previous night, and there was a scabrous strip of dried up encrusted spunk on my tits. Hmm nice.
Possibly the longest, hottest shower later, I stepped out into the sauna of a bathroom. I confess maybe I had played the shower head over my pussy for an unfeasibly long time, but I needed to relax OK. Don't judge me.
Dressing in something comfortable, I went to the kitchen and made food, no point travelling all that way on an empty stomach. After polishing off some eggs bacon and potato cakes , I then spent nearly an hour looking for the location of Steve's hotel. I knew he'd written it down somewhere but despite frantically searching all over the house for it, I only discovered it when I'd given up hope of finding it and was about to phone him.
It was in my bag with my phone. Great. I looked up the traffic reports and headed off to Bristol. The traffic around London was stupidly congested and in frustration I stopped off for a long coffee break in a service station along the way. This should have been relaxing but I clumsily tipped my coffee down myself and ended up with a rather hideous brown stain over my cream blouse.
Eventually, I arrived in Bristol and after the out dated sat-nav had tried to lead me down a one way street the wrong way and multiple circulations of the ring road I made it to the hotel. By this time it was approaching evening and getting dark.
Entering the hotel lobby I saw a multitude of business suits wandering about the place, but unfortunately no sign of Steve. I tried ringing his mobile but it went straight to voicemail. I anxiously paced the foyer in the hope that I might see him, but ultimately gave up on the idea and approached the receptionist.
"Hello, can you tell me which room Steve Connor is staying in?" I asked of the receptionist.
She replied in a eastern European accent that she wasn't allowed to tell me.
"I'm his wife." I said expectantly.
"Ve are not permitted to give out our clients details." She said unhelpfully and with a little too much relish.
"Vell I think ve need to talk to the manager then," I said rudely copying her imperious accent.
I looked to her name tag, and then to my watch. "Times ticking Martia." I added impatiently. I was in no mood to be fucked about with. She glared at me like I'd killed her pet cat, and then eaten it front of her, and resignedly picked up the phone. A few moments later a harassed looking bald man approached.
"I believe we have a problem?" He asked me.
I could see beads of sweat on his forehead.
"Yes we do." I said emphasizing the word we. "I need to see my husband urgently and I want Martia over here to tell me what room he's in so I can go and find him."
"Could you not try phoning him." he said patronisingly.
"I have tried that ... Carl." I said reading his name tag. "Believe it or not, that was the first thing I thought of. I'm guessing he's in a conference still, so can't answer the phone." I answered in an equally patronising tone.
"Now how about you find out what room he's in, try ringing him to see if he's there, and if he's not you take me to the room and I'll wait for him."
"I...I...I'm afraid that's against hotel policy..."
I cut him off, grabbing his tie and pulling him close.
"Listen Carl", I spat through my teeth, "I need, and I mean need, to see my husband quite urgently. I've spent the best part of 4 hours stuck in traffic. I've dropped coffee down my top." I gestured to the big ugly brown stain, and continued, "My bladder is fit to bursting and I'm extremely pissed off with the whole fucking world right now. Get it?"
He nodded dumbly.
I pulled him even closer with his tie so our faces were virtually touching.
"Now. Carl. Are you going to show me to my husband's room, or am I going to show you just how much of a bitch I can be?"
Ten minutes later after answering some questions that confirmed I was Steve's wife, Carl was opening the door to his room. With nothing to do but wait for Steve to turn up, I idly watched TV and waited for him to return. Time ticked on but he still didn't come back. I did think of going looking for him in the bar, but if I locked myself out I didn't want to have to repeat my earlier performance with Carl. Finally, I heard noises outside the door in the corridor. It was the sound of voices, multiple voices, a man, and woman. Shit. Had Carl put me in the wrong room on purpose to humiliate me.
No, I'd seen Steve's stuff in here.
There was feminine laughter from outside.
Shit. In a moment of panic I dived under the bed. It wasn't a divan and there was just enough room for me to scrabble under before the door lock beeped and the door opened revealing a triangle of golden light from the corridor. I kept as still as I could. Why had I burrowed under the bed I asked myself. It was my husband's room after all. I peered towards the door. I could make out three sets of legs, two women and a man.
"Bonnie tells us that now you've been promoted you're the man to impress if we want a raise."
The other woman giggled out loud. Hearing that name made my blood boil. 'Bonnie!' What was she up to, what was going on here... had she hypnotised Steve like she did me at the Pink Parrot?
"I'm not sure about that Ashley." replied Steve. "However, your party trick at the bar -tying a cherry stem in a knot with your tongue, I'm sure that's got to be worth some kind of reward."
Both of the women cackled.
"That's not the only trick she can do with her tongue."
"Shut up, Mandy."
"So, about my pay rise would you like to see my CV?" Ashley purred to Steve.
"Erm you've got your C..." he broke off as the sound of buttons being popped undone stopped him mid sentence.
"I've got all the right qualifications."
