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Dominic hadn’t worked for weeks and his pocket was beginning to suffer.

As his monies earned had increased, so had his expenditures – and, soon the young man had developed many expensive tastes; and this current lack of business had not helped – one iota.



And, he lay on his bed, in his small room, a red bulb in the reading lamp in the reading lamp the rooms only illumination.



Dominic was tired, yet broke … from the lifestyle that he had chosen to live, which had sapped his energy and left him feeling so tired … and as penniless as he currently found himself.



And Wendy – who so looked forward to once more seeking a man, who through the force of their personality, sometimes backed by money, pleasure, or even force, with the threat of violence, to come to dominate and obtain Wendy’s submission, for the sexualised behaviour that followed.



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So Wendy walked the streets once more, this time with no appointment to keep, rather with a desire, to be bought.



And though nervous, Wendy maintained a confident stride, walking up and down the main road leading into town, from the docks.



Beneath the leather coat, loosely belted at the waist, to expose Wendy’s black-stocking-clad legs and black calf-high finely chiselled cowboy boots.



The straps to the black-suspenders worn, were also on show, as was far more thigh flesh than would normally be on show; but the little black dress had been hiked up a little more and cinched in at the waist with the aid of a two-inch wide white belt.



Tonight Wendy was a working girl, on offer to anyone wanted to pay… and, with high expectations and mounting arousal, watched each car pass, hoping that soon, that Dominic’s financial will be satisfied; as well as the recently realized desire, to submit and find pleasure in such abeyance to the will of another; ‘who might even pay for the privilege, of perhaps giving a beating,’ Wendy idly mused.

Contains some adult themes.



Much has changed for Dominic, since ‘Lifeclass.’











“You knew I’d be annoyed by you doing what you are, don’t you?” ‘The Major’ asked the teen before him.

Dominic had begun to sweat profusely, anxious to assuage this mans rightful anger, any way he knew how.



“Yes,” the youth stammered. The classes had been expensive and his mentor had been so generous.



“So, why do it?” the older man asked sternly.



“Because I … needed the money?” Dominic replied. How could he explain the habit he’d acquired and how Wendy helped him get what he needed?



“Well…” there was a pause, then ‘The Major’ continued, “I heard about your antics through a friend. He told me about a t.v. slut, willing ton the streets…”



“I even saw the photographs…” Her snorted, in disgust.



Dominic thought quickly of the customers Wendy had posed for, wondering which ones he meant.



“You owe me. You know that?” the man’ voice was brittle-edged and Dominic could hear that.



“Yes,” the young man answered, butterflies dancing in the pit of his stomach.



“You know I want to be paid back, don’t you?” ‘The Major’ sounded authorative as he spoke and it was Dominic who heard his words; whilst it was Wendy who answered.



“Yes… I know…” the voice was softer than Dominic’s, it was Wendy: “And I’ll do anything to make it up to you!”



Wendy paused; a second then added suggestively, “Anything.”



“You don’t know what you’re getting into you slut…” James Burrows told Dominic.





‘The Major’ smiled, he had images in his mind, of what he intended for Wendy, his teevee slut; thing’s that he thought Dominic might enjoy.



“So tell me, what can I do for you?” Wendy asked, suddenly very aroused.



Burrows smile widened: this response was he had hoped for, after all.

There was a moment’s silence, then ‘Burrows spoke.



“So maybe that’s what we’ll do?” ‘The Major’ responded, “you seem to like the attention of those men you pose for. Well, for now on, you’ll offer more and what you earn… I’ll accept.” And, he smiled.



Dominic balked at the smile and all it implied, while Wendy liked the idea though.

The sky was blue. It was the middle of summer and the bright sun beat down on a long beach of golden sand, upon which day-trippers had encamped for the day, or afternoon and evening, to judge by the six pack, with some of the teenagers.



It was the perfect day for lazing in the sun, or bathing in the invigorating cold seawater. And, Flynn Edwards was at work there, with his video camera. It was the sort professional use, after all it was expected of him.



He had dressed smartly, in a white shirt that his gut filled well; and tight, too tight slacks. His thinning hair slicked back.



He had the script prepared, of course. It was rolled up in his back pocket, a monument to his creativity. They almost all fell for it.



And, those who didn’t? That was the ‘time to walk away-time.’



“Hi, I’m Gerry,” He’d begin. (Never use your real name, ‘just in case.’)



“… and wow,” he’d pronounce, staring at the one he’d chosen, “You look good enough, to be in the next film I’m going to make.”



Flynn would have the camera on his shoulder; and, occasionally stare off into the distance, to suggest through intensity, he was looking for his location, there.



It’d sounded like a line and he knew it – yet, didn’t mind.



After all, he was telling the truth, in a way.



What he hadn’t been saying each time that the line was used was that the video would invariably stay in his own personal collection; although, it might get shown to one or two of his very close friends.



Briefly, just briefly, Flynn frowned as he thought back to the moppets he’s encountered earlier, bright red windcheaters, blue baseball cap, and matching shorts.

The girl had been oh-so cute, but the lad: there’s been something about him.



He checked his watch again: he had the day he needed, the perfect script in his pocket and those twins he’d met earlier were due to meet him soon.



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Hours later, as the sun set low behind the two small islands in at the entrance to the bay, Peter took Jane’s right hand in his and turned to her with a broad grin on his face.



His voice no longer sounded child-like, as he spoke.

“Honey,” he began, “how long have we been coming here now?”



There was a broad grin, on his face, as he stopped and turned toward her.



“Five, six years, I suppose,” Jane answered after a moment, or two.



“Well in all that time, have we ever made as much money as we did from that Sleazebag Finn?” He asked, drawing her to him.



“We make enough from the tourists, who need to help lost twins, while me liberate their belongings. Did we have to kill him? Wasn’t there another way?” Jane whined.



He kissed her fully, long and hard, his tongue parting her lips.



Then as their tongues meshed, Peter slid his left hand onto his under her grey pleated skirt, to hold her right buttock firmly he thought back to the back and the ‘bastard with the camera.’



He thought of how the fellow had pawed his wife: and, smiled with pleasure, as he thought of the man’s face, eyes bulging, as he had tightened that silk cravat round his neck, before he had finished the kill.



He had straddled the barrel-chested man, scratching a his eyes, as anger turned to vivid red savagery



“He touched my little red riding hood honey. So, I just showed him my teeth,” and Peter grinned widely, recalling how hard difficult it had been to rip open his throat.

‘Definitely not like they show it on the films,’ the blonde-dwarf thought.

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ladyofdragonrose
01:21 Oct 05 2008

this is so good Neil..*applauds loudly...woo hoo!

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LAZARUSAD
00:35 Oct 09 2008

Another great yarn my friend, but of course....

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Chapter Forty -Two



It was at that moment that Tolliver arrived, where Lucie had asked him to meet her.



As he saw the situation, as he drove toward the pair, a young man was hassling ‘his little lady’. Tolliver braked just at the kerbside, his anger rising.



For J.D. time slowed as he watched the man behind the wheel hurridly get out of the car and run around it, toward him.



J.D. could see the anger etched on the man’s face and knew he was about to be hit.



Yet, as he attempted to splutter an explanation, time slowed further still, as the clenched right fist connected with his jaw.



J.D. flew backwards, landing hard on his backside.



“Uncle Paul, thanks for rescuing me!” He heard her say, through the ringing in his ears.



“Thanks for rescuing me Uncle Paul,” he heard Lucie exclaim, through the ringing in his ears.



She through her arms round the Torvino’s neck, as he asked, “You all right honey?”



Then J.D. watched, as they parted and walked back, to the car.



“Sure Uncle Paul,” she responded, turning her head briefly to stare at J.D.



He wanted to say something. But, he felt stunned.



So he sat with his head in his hands, as they both got in the car and it drove away.



Then moments later, he heard heel tip-tapping on the pavement.



He lifted his head a little and peered toward the figure approaching him. As it approached, J.D. realized through bleary eyes, that it was a blonde teen.



She was dressed in a strappy white tee-shirt, short enough the show off the bare midriff and pierced naval, with costume jewel; a short blue denim skirt, slim shapely legs and brown ankle boots.



She had been walking down the main drag, then turned off it, to walk toward where he now sat.



“Are you hurt?” She queried, the hint of a smirk playing at the corners of her mouth.

Supporting himself with his left hand, J.D. massaged the base of his back with his right.



“Oh, I’m fine,” he muttered, feeling anything but fine.



His pride hurt, as did his tail-bone. It was only his second-case and where had it led him? Sitting on his arse, being offered sympathy, by a teenage streetwalker.

‘That makes my day,’ he thought, as the young woman proffered her right hand, to offer assistance.

Ruefully he accepted the help, mentally reminding himself that he should feel ashamed, for making pre-judgements.



“So come on, what happened then?” She enquired, as he stood.



J.D. shook his head, trying to shake away his cobwebs.



“Do you know her?” He asked finally, showing her the photograph he’d been given.



“The girl? Lucie? Lucie, you mean?” She asked, staring hard at the picture.

“I’ve seen her around…” she added.



“Well, her sister hired me to tail her…” J.D. explained.



“Tail her?” the girl enquired, as she idly toyed with the hem of her pleated tartan skirt.



“Aye. John Duncan Thomas, Private Investigator, at your service.” J.D. bowed, then he stood, putting out his right hand in greeting.



The young brunette grinned and took his hand, then responded, “I’m Michelle, Hi!”



J.D. withdrew his hand, slowly.



“So,” he began, “tell me about Lucie and her uncle?”



Michelle laughed, “You sound like a pig!”



“Sorry,” J.D. replied, adding quickly, “I just wanted some information… about her. Y’know?”



“Like what?” Michelle asked, sitting down on the kerb and drawing her knees to her chest.”



“Erm… Like who’s this Uncle Paul? Near as I know, there’s just her and her sisiter!”



Briefly, Michelle looked up at John Duncan, with a look of utter distain.



“How naïve are you?” She asked.



“Pardon?”

“Look, he gives her money. In return, she’s nice to him. Compѓe?”

“Oh.” J.D. responded, sitting down on Michelle’s right.



After a moments silence, J.D. stated quite unnecessarily, “I can be quite slow at times, can’t I?”

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Sinora
18:58 Oct 01 2008

I love the detail you manage to put into even a short piece...ie...pleated skirt, makes it very readable hon.

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ladyofdragonrose
23:45 Oct 01 2008

and you wonder why mystic winds and I are fighting over getting your first (signed ) copy of your book? you are awesome my friend! keep the good work going!

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