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A tale of love, weeping, uneasiness, fear, and panic |
| [Introduction]
** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** When Amanda Layer accepts a job as personal secretary to the reclusive Lord Benjamin Bedside, she is thrilled to be working at the famous Bedside Manor, a historical mansion that sits high on a rocky hill overlooking the angry sea where it can attract lightning bolts from every storm cloud that passes by. Amanda, in her fresh-faced youthful innocence, finds the rugged setting romantic and full of promise. But as the storm clouds gather and the thunder rolls, Amanda will find that reclusive old men who live in big mansions may not be the best soulmate for a girl with lots of curves but very little experience with the disturbed and dangerous individuals who haunt the dark corners of our planet.. |
Amanda looked up at the huge old house on the hill. Wow! It would make a perfect Haunted House for Halloween. She wondered if Lord Benjamin Bedside ever got any trick-or-treaters to knock at the door of his mansion. She chuckled at that thought, then quickly stifled herself. Amanda was a compulsive chuckler but trying hard to break the habit. Now that she was starting a new job as the personal secretary to a powerful man, she didn't want one of her personality quirks to ruin it for her. There must have been a hundred and thirty-two steps on the long path from where the taxi let her out up to the parking lot of Bedside Manor. In fact, Amanda was sure there were because she counted them. Another habit, but she decided not to break it. It seemed harmless enough. Now, how many steps to the door of the manor? And why hadn't she told the taxi driver to take her all the way up? Now THAT was a quirk that needed to be eliminated. Otherwise, she would spend a lot of time in unnecessary walking. Amanda sighed. Her internal thoughts could be so amusing sometimes... but she absolutely REFUSED to chuckle. The door of Bedside Manor had a gigantic brass knocker in the shape of an ogre biting the head off a young woman. Shrugging off any possible symbolism, Amanda lifted the heavy knocker and let it fall on the varnished oak of the door. |
The door opened to a tall, greying man, who stooped, allowing his black waistcoat to fall open. Amanda nearly turned and fled, her heart aflutter with thoughts of being trapped in this dower-looking housee when she really should be shopping at Tiffany's, but then again, free food and board, and some money to top it off? She really couldn't lose. She wondered if there'd be free gifts, like that door knocker. It was kinda amusing. She supressed a giggle. One thing for sure, this man wasn't gonna give her gifts. He looked like he barely eeeked by on bread and water, he was so thin. He smiled a crooked smile, and she wanted to offer him a sixpence, but being of an American persona, she knew she only had dollar bills on her. His teeth were yellow and instinctively she reached for her purse wanting to hand him a tube of toothpaste with added whitening. *sigh* She hoped all the men in this place weren't going to look like him, even in her innocence (she paused to bat her eyes), she knew about handsome men, and preferred them. "Come in, m'Lady. I am old Herbert, the butler. We've been expecting you." She wondered what it was with the archaic talk... well at least he hadn't called her ma'am. She took a step into the 'grand hall'. It was beautiful, the high ceilings, the lanterns with flickering candle light. It was strange. Electricity had been around for more than a hundred years and yet... candles? She felt like handing over a couple of dollars to the butler (the scary man) to buy some light bulbs, but thought better of it. They might take offense, and above all else she was ALWAYS polite, if not a little innocent. She paused to bat her eyes again. |
Amanda smiled. "The candles are very beautiful." "Yes, m'Lady," the crooked old man murmured. "His Lordship likes candles very much. You will find them throughout the house. If you will wait here, I'll fetch Mrs Perkins to take care of your needs. While she waited Amanda looked around the gloomy vastness of the candlelit hall. It was like being thrust back into the Middle Ages. A shiver ran down her back. Why, she didn't know, unless she had some unconscious fear of Medieval props, but that was silly. In high school history had been one of her favorite subjects. Mrs Perkins was a tall skinny spinster with black sparkling eyes like a hawk. "Hello, my pretty. So ye have come to work for the Manor, have ye? Well, a right fine job ye'll find it here, what with the soft bed and the protein-rich diet. I wish I was young again m'self with the high perky breasts and the soft voice. Hehehehe..." "I'm looking forward to working here," Amanda said, although suddenly she wasn't. "Well, Amanda, my pretty, let me show ye the lovely room that his Lordship has prepared for ye and then, after ye have freshed y'self, ye can sup with old Herbert and me on some cold duck and rice pudding." |
Amanda looked at her breasts. Well, even if she hadn't called her beautiful, the old crone had noticed her breasts. That did make her uncomfortable, but then she'd called them perky, which was a GOOD thing. Well, she'd have to make a mental note of that -- breasts okay, but package might need some tweaking to raise her 'attractiveness level.' She supressed another giggle. She really didn't think they had any plastic surgeons in the area. Oh well, she'd just have to make do with her arsenal of Clinque and Revlon products. The spinster walked her towards the stairs. Amanada felt the doom of the awe-inspiring heavy mahogany paneling. She needed to lighten the place up a bit. "Mrs. Perkins" The lady turned, leering a bit. Amanda paused, searching for something of note on the woman's persona. "That's a very nice brooch." It really wasn't but it was the only thing she could see very well as it was some sort of cameo with people in white alabaster against the blue. "Oh you like it? His lordship gave it to me in appreciation for my service to his household." Again the old lady smiled, that knowing smile, which made Amanda shiver a bit. "Here take a closer look." The old lady deftly removed the brooch and handed it to Amanda, and much to Amanda's surprise, and yes, disgust, she noticed it was two people, NO, three people, two women and one man, doing unmentionable things. She'd heard of such things from her French penpal, Menange a Trois. "Eweeeee." She looked in disgust, and then fascination, but stopped before the look of absolute grossness and said, "Oh that's absolutely beautiful." And handed the cameo back to the woman. "Well, my pretty, if you're lucky, you may get one also. As long as you perform your duties to the lordship's liking." The old lady gave her another lascivious look. Amanda really did think the lady was kinda comical, even if she filled her with dread. She looked like she hadn't had sex in eons. She couldn't imagine the lady engaging in anything of that sort. The mere idea made her shiver. As if reading her mind, the woman said, "Yes, you are very charming. Unfortunately, we all lose our looks in the end and all we have are our memories." The old woman got a longing and faraway look and shook her head. "But you and James should get along famously. He's also young like you." She fingered her brooch. "He also received one of these trinkets from his lordship, a box with a cameo on it. He sold it for a few thousand on ebay..." Amanda looked surprised. "You have internet connection up here in this foreboding house? That's totally excellent. I can shop!" She squealed in excitement, her breasts heaving with anticipation. |
Mrs Perkins looked up quickly as Amanda's breasts began heaving, but Amanda, noticing how intensely Mrs Perkins was staring at her heaving breasts, stilled the heaving and soon her breasts were quiet again with just the barest quiver to show tht they were alive and real and not silcone implants. Mrs Perkins smiled an odd, crooked smile at Amanda. "My! You are the pretty one, aren't you?" Amanda's face flushed deep pink and she could thing of nothing to say. Why did her breasts have to heave so much? It could be very embarrassing sometimes. Mrs Perkins nodded knowingly. "A virgin, are ye not?" Amanda gasped. "How could you know that! Are you psychic?" Mrs Perkins grinned, revealing a missing tooth, a black tooth, and a tooth that was longer than the others. "Heeheehee! Old Mrs Perkins know plenty!" Amanda gazed at the odd collection of teeth in Mrs Perkins mouth and wondered what in the world the old lady ate to create such a mouthful of distorted teeth. Or was it genetic? "Do you have a dentist?" she asked. Mrs Perkins frowned. "A dentist? Ye mean a tooth doctor? One of them that pick and poke in your mouth and torture ye with their little steel tools?" "Umm... Kind of... They're only trying to keep your mouth healthy." "Maybe so, but I never leave the manor." Amanda's eyebrows went up. "Never?" "No. Never. Nor do I want to. I am happy here. Soon you will be happy here too. Hahahahahaha!" Amanda shivered. "Well, I don't expect this to be a permanent job. Although of course I'll stay for a reasonable time." Amanda had a sudden fear that Mrs Perkins would tell Lord Bedside that she was think about leaving soon and he would get angry and fire her. "Yes, I'll be here for a long time. No need to worry about that." |
| Amanda was having problems shaking the image of Mrs. Perkins strange teeth, but she had to move on, or she'd just wallow in dreams of a box of dental floss singing about teeth falling out. "Mrs. Perkins why are you suddenly talking like a pirate?" "Aye, because my mother was one, and her mother and her mother bef're that, I'm thee only one who settled down." This conversation was not getting her anywhere, but at least they weren't talking about her breasts anymore. Mrs. Perkins turned and she followed her up the staircase, the candlelight flickering from the breeze caused by their passing. She thought about finding some pink rose scented candles to replace these death yellow ones. Suddenly she heard voices down in the foyer, and below she saw a dark haired man, with stubble. He looked up and caught her eye, she nearly swooned, he was stunning and felt her heart do a flip flop. Mrs. Perkins had turned and cackled a bit. "That's James, he's a fine one isn't he? Mrs. Perkins had leaned forward. Amanda teetered and Mrs. Perkins caught her, brushing her breast at the same time, "Be careful, yee will fall down thee staircase, and the fun will be postponed." She grinned, and Amanda looked down at Mrs. Perkins' hand which was still touching her breast. "Mrs. Perkins please remove your hand." The old lady moved it away slowly. "Aye, you will do very nicely." And with that Mrs. Perkins lead her down the hallway, and stopped in front of her bedroom. |
Mrs Perkins slipped a huge key into the lock and the bedroom door creaked slowly open. Despite the medeival entranceway, the interior was warm and comfortable with lots of pink satin and velvet. Dominating the room was a gigantic four-poster bed with a canopy. "Aye," said Mrs Perkins, "that be your new playpen." Amanda touched the satin covers of the bed. "It's lovely. So big!" "Aye, it was once owned by a giantess who thought naught of sharing it with a trio of lumberjacks." "Really?" Amanda wondered if Mrs Perkins wasn't exaggerating a bit. "Why lumberjacks?" "She was fond of trees and very angry that the forests were being cut down, so she thought that if she could divert the lumberjacks from their work then she would save some of the trees." "And did she?" "Not a one. The lumberjacks ended up diverting her, for while she was dallying on that bed with three of them, another three were busy sawing down the old trees." Amanda shook her head. "That's such a sad story." "Well cheer up, me pretty, for it will not be lumberjacks in your bed with ye." Amanda chuckled. "I hope there will be NO one in my bed with me!" Mrs Perkins looked distracted. "Aye, we all have our hopes." |
"I can take care of myself," Amanda said. She gave Mrs. Perkins a quick mean look. She'd had about enough of the old croony's insinuations. Mrs. Perkins grinned a funny looking little grin. "I dare say this lovely lady shan't have to worry about such a thing unless she wishes for it to happen. Allow me to introduce myself..." James had appeared quietly and quick from downstairs. "James, enough with the sucking up. I told her who ye be already," Mrs. perkins spat. "This is Amanda, James. She be the new personal secretary of m'lord." Amanda offered to shake hands. "Pleased to meet you, James." James turned her hand and planted a kiss on it. "The vision of your beauty makes the pleasure all mine, Amanda. I am at your service." He stood up straight and looked her in the eyes. Amanda blushed and Mrs. Perkins snickered and cackled at the same time. James lashed at Mrs. Perkins. "You've shown Amanda her room, Perky. Now be off with you and let the poor girl alone. You can get on a person's nerves, you old pirate pervert." "Ye ought be careful tryin' to throw weight around ye don't have, Jamesy, me boy," Mrs. Perkins croaked. "Me door be the one at the end of the hall, Amanda. If ye have needs in the night..." She disappeared into the darness of the long hallway. |
"So," James said, sitting on the bed. "What brings such a beautiful girl as yourself into a place like this?" "Oh, I took the job because there didn't seem to be too much else around for a girl with my limited experience and expertise. I thought that by working with his lordship I could get a good reference to start building my career. Listen to me...I sound like a walking advertisement of myself. I think I'm just nervous. I'll probably stay here for a while and see how it goes." "Well, I hope that I can make this place as comfortable as possible for you," James said. "I remember what it was like to be the new kid in the house as I was the last newbie. What do you think of it so far?" . "Oh, I don't know," Amanda replied. "Some bits are good, others are bad... So what brought you here and how long have you been here?" |
James leaned back on the bed as though he owned it. "I used to be a lumberjack before I started working for Lord Bedside. Now I'm an Assistant Manager of the Woodcutting Division." Amanda's eyes lit up. "An Assistant Manager! That sounds important." "It is. I answer directly to the manager himself. And the manager has a direct line to Lord Bedside." "Lord Bedside must be a powerful man." James flicked a hand as though he were brushing away a fly. "Oh, he's rich and powerful and wealthy and all that, but he's an old man now. He's got nothing to offer a warm young beauty like yourself." Amanda blushed and suddenly felt warm and young and beautiful. Who was this James with his golden honey-speaking tongue? He seemed like just an ordinary man, a lumberjack or something, and yet his gentle speech seemed to promise that he was so much more. Perhaps even a god in disguise who only need to be undressed and examined to verify his godliness. Amanda blushed even more at such thoughts. There was a look of concern on James face. "Are you alright, Amanda? Your face is as red as a cherry." |
| "I'm fine... just a nervous habit I have. Afflicted with turning bright red when I have naughty thoughts." Amanda turned even brighter red. "Mmmmm, naughty thoughts? I hope they're about me." James grinned, his pearly white grin sending shivers down Amanda's back. Amanda quickly turned away, totally and completely infuriated with herself for being so forward. Trying to change the subject, she turned her head and said "So are these big trees you're cutting down?" "Ah, big enough," he laid back on the bed, his bulge clearly visible under his dark tight pants. Amanda couldn't take her eyes off of it. "So, when you're cutting these trees down, do you shout TIMBER!!!!" He laughed. "I often yell others things too." Was it her imagination or did he wink. "Like... watch out it's coming." His grin couldn't of gotten in wider. She retorted, "I believe we're no longer talking about trees." He got up from the bed and stood near her. "We can talk about anything you want." Then, from out of nowhere, even though there hadn't been a cloud in the sky earlier, a flash of lightening followed by resounding thunder that shook the bed. |
| Startled, Amanda pressed herself into James' expansive chest. She was startled anew as she realized how tempted she was to tear her clothes off and let him take her! The throbbing of his lumberjack bulge against her stomach was exquisite. Marshalling herself, Amanda pushed away from James and with a determined look upon her red face she said, "And now, I must go to bed... and you must leave, James." She watched his eyes intently, saw the disappointment in them, and quivered. "I'd like to stay m'lady," James stammered. "But now it's my turn to apologize for being so forward. I'll wish you a good night and take my leave from you." He once again took Amand's hand and kissed it gently and stately. "Until the morrow then, my beauty," he said and went into the hallway. "Good night, James," she said. It was all she could do to close the door. No one but me is sleeping in this bed, she thought, nor doing any other thing for that matter. I'm tired and not acting normally. I nearly gave myself to a total stranger. A very charming and debonaire stranger, yes, but still a stranger. Another crash of lightning and thunder sounded, making Amanda jump. The room threw up stark and strange shadows, with each flash of light adding to the surprise. She'd get used to it, besides she liked to sleep through storms. Amanda unpacked her bags and put her things away before she finally stripped off her clothes for bed. Before she slipped the pearly blue silk nighty on she paused to look at herself in the full length mirror, caressing her full perky breasts. They are very nice, if I do say so myself, she thought and tweaked her nipples. The pointed out even more. She pivoted her hips and softly moaned. She was getting a chill, so Amanda tuned back the bed and snuggled into it. She soon was lost in the blankets of the huge bed, fast asleep. |
| As she slept she dreamed. She dreamed of being in this very same room and she was talking to a fairly large but very beautiful looking woman. She was talking about how much her love of trees caused her to want to be near lumberjacks and how she hoped that she could continue in her quest even through death. That the idea of letting her use her bed once in a while was discussed and how James was a lumberjack. It changed soon from a dream of talking about it to her actually dreaming that she was the giantess with those three men hoping that at least distracting them that little bit could help the trees. She woke to a lonesome room and a lonesome bed and yet she could almost hear the giantess talk to her, she concentrated and she heard a voice saying "remember what we said." Then there was nothing. |
Sleep now seemed impossible so, even though it was the wee hours of the morning, Amanda got out of bed and sat in a chair, pulling a quilt from the bed around herself to keep warm. Such strange dreams. This old house was going to take some getting used to. The storm outside spent itself while Amanda sat in the chair and let idle thoughts flow through her mind. Soon the first light of a new day brightened the darkness outside. Somewhere a rooster crowed and Amanda thought briefly of James. Then a stallion neighed and Amanda thought briefly of James again. There was a knock on her door. For a moment she thought it might be James, but it was only old Mrs Perkins. "Are ye awake, me beauty? Time for breakfast." Amanda yawned. "So early, Mrs Perkins? What time is it?" "The cock's up, me pretty. Time for the chicks to peck the grain." Amanda frowned and cracked open the door. "I don't understand the barnyard references, Mrs Perkins, but I AM hungry. I do have time to get dressed, don't I?" Mrs Perkins took a moment to let her gaze travel slowly up and down Amanda's robed body. "Certainly, me pretty. I'll help ye get dressed." "That's alright, Mrs Perkins. I can manage." Amanda pushed the door shut and leaned on it until she heard Mrs Perkins walk away. Then she quietly locked it and let out her breath. That was rude of me, she thought. Mrs Perkins just wanted to be helpful and here I am feeling scared of her. This house! I'll just have to get used to it. |
| She really did just want to snuggle back into bed. Her dreams had been restless and her night full of dread and anticipation. But then, she only had to fear, fear itself... Now, what on earth was she suppose to remember about the giantess dream... something about distracting the lumberjacks... mmm... but she really didn't have any desire to help the trees... now if it were purses from Louis Vuitton, she might lift a finger. She might even do something for 9 west shoes, but THIS was really beneath her. And with that thought she suddenly had an immage of James beneath her. She placed the palm of her hand on her cheek... OMG, I'm going insane slowly but surely. This house with it's sexual tension was driving into the abyss of desire. Had she know moral fiber? Which reminded her, she better get dressed and go down and have some breakfast, some whole grains to keep her regular. |
| She opened her door and there was old Herbert, strangely stooped over. Amanda yipped as she jumped back a foot in surprise. "Herbert, what are you doing at my door like that? You startled me!" "Begging your pardon m'lady, breakfast is served. I'm to show m'lady to breakfast, seeing as how she hasn't seen the dining area," old Herbert droned. "That's fine, thank you Herbert. Now, why are you stooped over in front of my door, Herbert? And please do stand up now." "Err… ah, I'm sorry, Miss Layer. I have this condition, sometimes I get...well, I get stuck for a couple of minutes. It's all better now." Old Herbert rose up somewhat to his normal crotchety slumped over self. "Are you ready for me to show you where to eat, Miss Layer," Old Herbert asked. "Herbert, I'm old enough to know not to change clothes in front of a keyhole. You should be ashamed of yourself, you, you dirty old man!" Amanda blushed in spite of herself. She always did when she turned the head of any man. She controlled it for the most part and hated it when she didn’t. "Yes m'lady, I'm ashamed." He hung his head a little. "Yes Herbert, take me to breakfast. You lead and I'll keep my eye on you, you old pervert." Herbert led Amanda downstairs and explained the dining hall was empty, but they would pass through it to a nook in between the hall and the kitchens. The nook was where most breakfasts and lunches were served. Amanda kept a close watch over the crooked shadow of Herbert as he led her though the faintly lit dining hall. She spied out the huge dining hall as best she could. The size, the table, she'd never imagined a private dining room able to seat so many. Light at the far end of the dining room must be coming from the nook. Amanda followed old Herbert to the open archway and into the nook. |
| With a lot of help from Herbert, Amanda made her way to the table. "Hello Amanda, looks like it's just you and me today for breakfast," James said. He was sitting there eating porridge, at least it smelled like porridge, but it was black...black? Amanda sat down at the other side of the table where a plate of the same kind of food was waiting for her to eat it. |
Amanda hesitated before she dipped her spoon into the black porrdge. "What is this we're eating?" James smiled. "Black bean soup. Do you like it?" "It seems odd to eat it for breakfast." "Do you want a hamburger?" "Er... No thanks. The soup will be fine." Amanda tried a taste and it was good. Would it be difficult to maintain her usual well-balanced diet here? "Do you think they have any whole grains in the kitchen?" James looked up. "They? I fixed breakfast for us." "Oh. Do we fix our own breakfasts then?" "No, there's a cook. Molly is her name. But today is her day off. She'll fix that grain stuff for you, I imagine, if you hate the soup so much." "I don't HATE the soup, it's just that--" "Whatever." Amanda wondered why James was so grouchy. |
| "James, why are you so grouchy?" James looked at Amanda, and at first she thought he was going to shout at her, he was scowling so much. But his face slowly changed from scowl to a big grin. And he laughed, getting up he came around to the side of the table and sat next to Amanda. He took her hand. She shivered and blushed. He started to do a dance on her hand with his finger. "Well, Amanda. A man has needs, and you are just too fine and pretty to have flirting around here, to not have a man's desire boiling." He trailed his finger up her naked forearm, and gently squeezed her arm. "I may just be suffering from a bout of sexual frustration.' She pulled away from him like she'd been injected with a sudden nerve serum. "I'm sure a man of your attributes could have no problem finding a woman." He laughed and waved his arm around, "Where exactly do you think I'd find someone of your special qualities." And he grinned, not unlike a wolf. "Well, I really haven't a clue." And thinking a change of subject would be good. "I have yet to met my boss, Lord Bedside, where is he?" |
| "Most likely he's up in his suite of rooms. His lordship seldom comes out except for dinners and when there are important guests," James spat. He had descended back into his foul mood again. "Now James, don't let your sexual frustration ruin your mood. You should learn to savor the chase and enjoy the pursuits life offers you," Amanda coyly fluttered her eyes at him. She'd held his type at bay before and doing so was her favorite part of the game of lust. Amanda likened herslef to a mistriss of the tease, expert in the ways of leading on and cutting off. "Frustrations and temptations lead to rash actions, m'lady. And when I've had my fill of them, nothing satisfies. The thirst must be quenched!" James lept from his chair and grabbed Amanda's hair, pulling her head back and smashed his lips upon her open mouth. His other hand was already at her neck and movng down the front of her blouse. Amanda realized she just might have more than she could handle with James and was beginning to become frightened and aroused. This wasn't how she wanted it, but it was dam close, she thought. James was too strong for her to pull away from. "Ye be starting in afore breakfast is over? His lordship will have none 'o this James! Now get off the lady afore I get too excited," Mrs. Perkins barked. His mood spoiled, James released Amanda and meekly returned to his chair looking flushed. "You old pirate nag, your untimely arrivals will get you into something you can't handle one day," He argued. "Don't be making promises you cannot keep, James m'lad," Mrs. Perkins grinned and winked at Amanda. "I am to bring this young pretty to meet his lordship. He wouldn't take to kindly to you ruffling her up first," she said. "If your done with yer breakfast and can compose youself, his lordship is ready to receive you, my pretty," She looked at Amanda with a leering eye. "I'm not your pretty, my name is Amanda! Yes I'm ready to go," Amanda shot an evil eye at James, then Mrs. Perkins. For purposes of the chase, she then winked at James, stood up, and followed Mrs. Perkins out of the nook. |
| Mrs Perkins led her down a few corridors and into a large room. It looked really expensive at her first glance. There was a pool table to the right of the doorway and a large television screen at the front of the room with a few rather expensive yet comfortable looking chairs. It actually looked as if the room was completely empty! On the left of the doorway was a large desk, probably mahogany and an office chair which looked like it was made of pure leather which was facing the window. Yet the room looked completely deserted! Amanda looked around the room, "where's?..." |
| But Mrs Perkins had quietly slipped out and closed the door behind her. Amanda shivered. This old house was spooky enough for a horror movie. She looked around the huge room. A pool table? Perhaps Lord Bedside would teach her how to play. The large mahogany desk was clean except for a lamp and a mug filled with pens and pencils. The desk chair was turned to face the window. Did Lord Bedside sit there staring out at the ocean? She walked over to try the chair for herself. And screamed. The chair was occupied. She hadn't noticed it before because of the chair's high back , but when she walked around the chair and suddenly saw a man in it, she screamed. The man in the chair frowned. "Miss Layer, I hope my face is not as frightening as you imply by your scream." Amanda flushed. "No, Your Lordship! It's not frightening at all. It's just that I was startled. I didn't know you were sitting there." Lord Bedside put the fingertips of his hands together. "This is my office. I will be sitting here from time to time. Let's get to work, shall we? You'll find a dictation pad in the top left drawer of the desk." Amanda found the pad, picked a pencil from the mug, and sat in a nearby chair. "I'm ready, Sir." Lord Bedside continued to sit in his chair looking out at the sea as he dictated a letter. He spoke slowly and Amanda had no trouble keeping up with him. When he paused for a long time she looked up at his profile. How old was he? He had a full head of hair, but it was snow white. He was neither fat nor skinny, but he didn't give the impression of great vigor. She could imagine him sitting in that chair all day long because he was so very still. As he spoke, nothing moved but his mouth. There were no hand gestures. The expression was fixed on his face. In fact, she began to get a creepy feeling that he wasn't alive at all, that he was some kind of zombie. She shivered and wished she had worn her sweater. It was chilly up here in this big room with its window on the sea. |
| Lord Bedside's words started to scare her too. They had begun quite normaly, but then things started to turn strangely. That which had started out as a letter to Mr. Destroenviro about selling more land to local developers, had turned to a recounting of a story. She took the following down in short-hand... "It was a dark and stormy night, and Abigail Forward was sitting alone in front of the fire of her small cottage in the middle of a dark foreboding wood of a scary sort. The lightening struck outside and she jumped, looked around nervously and smiled. She loved storms, even of a violent nature. The book she was reading didn't help matters it was called "A Very Wicked and Scary Story which Takes Place in a Dark and Forebording Forest" And then she heard it... it was just a gentle noise at first, but it was getting louder and louder and it was heading towards her front door. She heard the 'clop, clip' of someone or something walking up the wooden stairs. She wanted to scream, but then that'd tell whoever it was she was there and that wouldn't be too clever, so she waited and shook and nearly peed in her panties." Amanda was so engrossed in her dictation and the story, she didn't hear the knock at the door. |
| "Come," lord Bedside stated. Amanda noticed his lordship was breathing rather heavily as he uttered the command to enter. He was as strange to her as any of the others here in this house. Amanda wondered, Was he this worn out from dictating a story? The door opened silently and old Herbert hobbled into the room. Amanda thought of his hobbling as mostly show; the old pervert could move silently when he wanted she knew. "Begging your pardon, your lordship. Will you be supping in the dining hall this evening," He asked. "Yes Herbert. In honor of m'lady's arrival to the household I think we all will eat in the dining hall this evening. Now I've met her I must say I'm impressed. You're going to love it here, m'lady Amanda. I'll see to it!" He smiled and winked at Amanda. Old Herbert replied, "Yes your lordship," and started to turn to leave. "And Herbert... Have the cooks whip up something special! I'm in the mood to celebrate! "Yes sir," Herbert answered and hobbled out, closing the door behind him. Lord Bedside turned to Amanda and said, "Dinner in the hall at 7:30 sharp! And you my dear will sit on my right hand! It will be lovely with your beauty there at my side. A fabulous dining event as any could wish for!" Amanda was revising her thoughts of lord Bedside. He seemed quite spry now. Spry might not be an adequate word to describe his mannerisms at the moment. He seemed in much better shape than she thought and had been led to believe. She realized she was staring at him and felt the warmth of her blush. Batting her eyes and looking away she stammered, "Why thank you, your lordship. I would be honored to sit at your side for dinner this evening." "Wonderful! I have nothing else for you to do today. Please finish getting yourself unpacked and make yourself at home. Do look around all you like. If you need anything, anything at all, simply ask old Herbert or Mrs. Perkins." Lord Bedside quickly snatched her hand and, bowing, lightly kissed it. Amanda flushed more and did a little curtsey. Lord Bedside said, "Until then, m'lady," and fairly hopped back into his chair. He quickly reclaimed the image of a worn out old man in the shadows of his chair. Amanda had decided she liked him, but there was something not quite right, something didn't feel right in his presence. Still, he was very nice. She supposed it was just the atmosphere of this old spooky house. Amanda turned and left the room, the old man, and his shadowy chair. |
| Somehow she made her way back to her room where she looked through her cupboard. Surely there had to be something that she could wear down to dinner which wouldn't look too sexy, too proper or too casual..she kept looking through her cupboard trying to find something that would at least look good for the night. "Need any help?" came a voice. |
| "I don't think so, Ms Perkins," Amanda said, but Ms Perkins was already looking through Amanda's closet. "Ahhhh, this one is nice, me pretty. Let me see it on you." It was her black dress. It might be just the think to wear. With pearls. "You may be right, Ms Perkins. I'll try it on." She didn't want to undress in front of Ms Perkins, so Amanda stepped behind a folding screen to remove her clothes. It wasn't until she was down to her panties and bra that she noticed the mirror on the wall and how Ms perkins was looking at her via the mirror. Oh well, we're all girls here, Amanda thought. What does it matter? She stepped out from behind the screen in the black dress. "That's perfect," Ms Perkins gushed, and ran her fingers down the front of the smooth cloth. Amanda flushed and felt her nipple become erect as Ms Perkins hand passed over her breast, but before she could protest, Ms Perkins had already turned toward the door, saying, "Wear that to dinner tonight, me pretty! The lads will adore you," as she left. |
| Amanda looked at herself in the mirror. Well, she thought..she could have done a lot worse. |
| She shook her head... But it might've looked better with a tiara or some diamonds of some sort, but then she hadn't married a rich guy yet...so she'd just have to be prepared to sell herself on her other merits. She placed her hands on her breasts and slowly moved her hands down, over her waist and down her torso. The black silky material was rather flattering and tight, her cleavage was just about right. She gave a flip of her hair and moved towards the door. As she walked down the hallway, she had visions of walking into her debutante ball. Well she really hadn't had one, but she thought this house had that old feel to it. She would of been an excellent debutante, not too shy, but just enough flair to attract all the guys in the room. A bit like Scarlett O'Hara. Just before she reached the top of the stairs. She heard a cough behind her, she turned startled. |
| There stood the largest man Amanda had ever seen. Nearly paniced, Amanda's face turned white as the blood drained from her head. She was about to scream and flee but didn't know which to do first. She was pretty shaken up. Before she got any further, old Mrs. Perkins bounded around the monolith of a man. She had a huge smile on her face and though it was difficult to tell with all the wrinkles, her face sported dimples and scraggly yellowing teeth. "Amanda! I wanted you to meet... Oh my are you alright dear," She asked now noticing Amanda's pale complexion. "No! I'm not alright! Why does everyone in this house have to sneak up on people! Here I am minding my own business, I hear a noise and turn to see this...this mountain of a man apparently coming at me from nowhere. How 'alright' do you expect me to be," Amanda nearly shouted. The color had returned to her face now, indeed, she was livid red with rage. If looks could kill, poor old Mrs. Perkins would surely be a corpse by now. "There there dearie, ye be a wee bit too much on edge. No one in this house will hurt you. Well, at least not hurt you meanly, heh heh. The sooner you get it through your pretty little head, the better off you will be." Mrs. Perkins winked at Amanda. Amanda composed herself and her face began to return to it's normal color. "And who is this ogre of a man, Mrs. Perkins? Does it have a name?" The huge man's face fell and he looked quite sad and puppy-dog like, hearing these words from the beautiful and well endowed Amanda. He was huge, it was true, but he still managed to look like a little puppy with this sad look. "This be Johnson, big Johnson m'lady," Mrs. Perkins gave her another wink. Amanda was beginning to hate those winks. "Well, Mr Big I'm pleased to meet you. My! How did you get to be so big," Amanda questioned, fluttering her eyes at Johnson. "Or is that really your first name?" |
| Johnson just stood looking at her for a few minutes before responding. "You will meet little Johnny later and you tell me," he said and stormed off ahead of her to the dining table. She gave him such a funny look he wished he could swivel up into the carpet but the master wouldn't have something like that happen. |
Amanda stood still, thinking. It's so strange here at Bedside Manor. I know it takes a while to adjust to a new environment, but the strangeness of this place is overpowering me. I've got to get a grip on myself. I must be more rational. Feeling better, she sashayed into the big dining hall and grinned when James hooted and yelled out "Whoa! Nice dress!" Ms Perkins slapped James hand. "Settle down! This be no music hall with dancing girls and pirates." Next to Ms Perkins sat Big Johnson who was still frowning from his hallway encounter with Amanda. "I used to be a pirate," he mumbled in a deep, gruff voice. "And did ye?" asked Ms Perkins. "And what did ye steal? Gold and diamonds? Is that why ye be a rich man now?" James laughed, but Big Johnson deepened his frown into a scowl and muttered, "I made the old biddies walk the plank after I stole their jewels." Ms Perkins turned her attention to Amanda, who was still standing expectantly in the doorway. "Come in, my pretty! Sit down. His Lordship will arrive soon." |
| Amanda looked around the grand dining room. This was the first time she'd been in this room and she was in awe. It was a long hall, with large crystal chandeliars hanging down. An equally large table filled the room from end to end. Ms. Perkins, Big Johnson and James were sitting at the end closest to the door. Before sitting down, she wanted to take in the environment. The wood panels were mahagony, giving the room a rich and comfy feel even though it was enormous. There was a fire crackling in two fireplaces along the same side as the doorway from the main hall. Each wall was decorated with various animal heads that made her feel queasy. But, in addition, there were several paintings, unusual paintings even at first glance. She walked from picture to picture on the walls, and saw some strange things that made her blush. They were modern paintings, so at first, she couldn't be sure of what she saw. But them limbs and genitials began to appear if she stared too long. People wrapped in throes of esctasy. She couldn't help but giggle. And from behind her she heard a cough. She turned startled, at the new arrival. |
| There was his lordship, dressed in nothing but a pair of filp-flops and a pair of speedos! Amanda, shocked, raised the back of her hand to her open mouth. She made tremendous effort not to be burst out laughing and also not to be sick. His lordship wasn't exactly in the kind of physical shape to be sporting attire such as this. "How beautiful you look for dinner, Amanda," Lord Bedside commented huskily. "You like my paintings? I'd like to paint you, and soon, if you will allow it, m'lady" Amanda, not knowing how to respond, looked around the room at everyone else as if to ask, "Is this man crazy?" She got blank poker face stares from everyone else with the exception of James. He saved her by pointing his finger at his head and spinning it around, meaning he agreed with her, his lordship was a fruitcake. "Of course, Lord Bedside, you may paint me, but not in or performing acts such as I see in these paintings. I will keep my clothes on if you don't mind?" "Of course, Amanda. Clothes don't really get in the way anyway. Now, if you'd like, I'll escort you over to my table and your seat," Lord Bedside asked. Amanda was troubled over the clothes not getting in the way remark and allowed herself to be led to the table and seated next to his lordship. Lord Bedside sat down at the head of the table as if there was nothing peculiar about his attire at all. He was so odd and disgusting and charming all at the same time. Amanda's world was one of confusion since she had come to Bedside Manor and there didn't seem to be any signs of it letting up any time soon. |
"And now," pronounced Lord Bedside in a serious tone, "Let us begin our meal." Amanda lowered her head, expecting a grace to be said, but she snapped it back up when Ms Perkins shouted out, "Molly! Did you hear his Lordship? Bring in the food!" Lord Bedside wiped his lips with his napkin. "Thank you, Ms Perkins. And while we await our repast, perhaps Amanda will entertain us with a poem." "A poem?" said Amanda. "I don't think I know any poems by heart that I could just recite them perfectly." "Oh surely you must know a poem," said Lord Bedside, leaning across the table. "You DID go to a school, didn't you?" "Yes, m'Lord, I went to a school, but I am a bit flustered at this sudden request. Perhaps if I had time to prepare for it, I would memorize some lines." Lord Bedside banged the table with his fist. "Time? Time! Do you think we are living eternal lives here? Our time is short! You could die tonight and then where is my poem? Eh? Where is my poem then?" Amanda shrunk back in her chair. Lord Bedside's anger astounded her. Yet, neither James nor Ms Perkins seemd to find anything amiss. She had a fleeting impulse to jump up and run away, but she managed to calm herself and took a deep breath before speaking. "I am very sorry if I have angered your Lordship. I only meant to say that such poems as I do know are only childish rhymes and not fit for the dignity of the occasion." Lord Bedside smiled. "No need to worry, my dear. A rhyme is a rhyme. Please proceed with your poem while dinner hurries on its way to our mouths. Right, Ms Perkins?" Ms Perkins leaned back in her chair and hollered, "Molly! Where be the food, you little rat? Bring us the food!" All eyes turned to Amanda. She felt her face flush. A poem, a poem. She folded her hands in her lap and began to recite. Itsy, bitsy spider... "I've heard that one," said Lord Bedside. "Another one, please." Amanda felt she was being treated very rudely, but she searched her memory. Old King Cole was a merry old... "Enough!" commanded Lord Bedside. "That's just more timeworn trash. Give us something fresh. Proceed, please." Amanda gritted her teeth. She knew her face must be quite red, for she felt hot and angry. |
| A poem? Some Prose? Lyrical impotence for those with only nonsense Fresh? Something new? Everything's been done before But I can give you blue Green and yellow words that are mellow Yet true to smell such as lillies in bloom that touch a groom to run like hell and fall into a well his bride foresaken she'll drown her sorrows with a man most taken who leaves his wife and marries the bride but not before the groom has a bit on the side. |
| Lord Beside leapt to his feet, clapped and cheered, "Here! Here! My compliments, my dear Amanda," he cried. "I was afraid I had misjudged ye!" Molly burst into the dining room somehow balancing a large tray of food and she skittered towards the main table. Lord Beside sat down and Amanda heard James mutter, "Thank heavens for Molly," to no one in particular. "What's that? What did you say, James," Lord Bedside asked. "Nothing m'Lord. I said I'm glad the rat finally got here with the food, m'Lord," James answered. Somehow, Amanda noticed, Old Herbert had appeared and managed to fill half the table wine glasses. He was filling her glass now. "The dammed pervert always appears out of nowhere," she thought. "Another! Amanda! Another fine rhyme my dear," Lord Beside commanded and raised his glass towards her. "I think it's your turn, m'Lord," Amanda snapped. Amanda heard Mrs. Perkins snicker as the room fell to silence. |
| At that stage a little man, must have been no higher than 3feet tall wandered into their midst taking a seat at the table. "Hello John, how are you?" James said politely. |
"I be fine, brother," John said. "And who be the woman with the pretty face." "Ahhh," said James. "That be the lovely Amanda who has come to work for His Lordship and live in Bedside Manor with us. She is indeed pretty, eh?" "Right she is, brother, and have you sweet-talked her into your bed yet?" "Here! Here!" said Lord Bedside. "Enough of your misplaced vulgarity, you little runt. Be of good manners for a change." John bowed and grinned. "Why yes, Your Lordship." Molly wobbled in with a platter of sausages and potatoes and slammed them down on the table in front of Lord Bedside. Lord Bedside took a deep sniff. "Mmmm, is everybody hungry? Heheheheh." Amanda found that she was indeed hungry. The sausages and potatoes were good and soon followed by toasted breads and cheese and stewed pears and mugs of coffee. For the moment she felt at peace. Perhaps coming here had been a good decision after all. And she was happy her improvised poem had been so well-received. Under the stress of the moment, the poem had simply popped out of her head. It was a talent she didn't know she had. Although it did seem to be an unlikely group to enjoy poetry. She watched John try to balance a sausage on his nose while James and Ms Perkins laughed and clapped. |
| It was strange that everyone always seemed to be talking or implying things about sex or desire. She'd never been in a crowd so blantantly obvious. She was used to soft flirtation, none of this "have you lured her to your bed" kinda stuff. Well, she supposed, it was the risk of landing in some gothic erotic house. She decided she could add to the conversation by talking about something that had nothing to do with sex. "How's the weather here?" She asked no one in particular. At that moment, John decided to take the sausage in his mouth and looking directly at Amanda, slid it in and out of his mouth. |
| Amanda, holding Jame's eyes in hers, rhymed: And this is how you do it, James? Or for the brother, John's 'is name? Your father's other only son. Distant relation to this one? Amanda pointed to Lord Beside and ended the rhyme, Or is this what the two of you, Do for fun inside the loo?" Amanda stoppped with a smile. Half-chewed sausage exited Lord Bedside's mouth violently, distracting Amanda and the rest of the diners who were not also choking on food and guffawing. James and John weren't laughing. James had a reddened face and was looking down at his plate quietly. John's blue eyes flashed daggers at all who were laughing and Amanda. He'd tried to conceal it, but Amanda had caught it. |
John's face grew bright red, then he jumped up on the table, causing the platter of sausages to slide to the floor with a crash. He marched down the table to stand over Amanda. Pointing his finger at her face as she shrank back in her chair, John shouted, "Witch! Ye be a witch!" Amanda feared he was about to leap off the table onto her lap, but James shoved back his chair, grabbed his little brother, and lifted the dwarf off the table and back to the floor. "Here, here, brother! Is that any way to talk to a lady?" John fumed for a moment, his blue eyes flashing, then whirled around and stomped out of the room on his short little legs. James looked at Amanda and shrugged his shoulders. "The little scamp be having a temper, eh? Never you mind what he says. Later he will be very sorry." Amanda tried to calm herself, for she was breathing hard from the shock of John's outburst and her mind was hyperactive with random thoughts. Nevertheless, one thought leaped to the fore and she smiled to herself. Ah! The power of poetry to arouse the heart of the savage beast! I shall become a great poetess and change the course of history! Empires will rise and fall! I will be a maker of kings! I will- Ouch! James had slapped her face. "Be you alright, Amanda? Your eyeballs were rolled back and fluttering." Amanda took a deep breath. "Yes. I'm afraid the shock has been a bit much for me. I must retire to my chamber." "Poor baby," muttered Ms Perkins. "I will help thee. Come. Let us go to thy room and rest." James pushed Ms Perkins back down in her chair. "I don't think she be needing any help to rest. It usually be a solitary occupation." |
| Amanda walked up to her room, her mind full of rhyming couplets and visions of winning the Nobel prize in literature... and then she paused... "I wonder if they give Nobel prizes in literature?" She shrugged her shoulders, no matter, she was fantastic anyway. But it was a whole new dimension for her and she was till reeling from the fact that she had that much depth. Until this moment of epiphany she'd lived in her Chanel world, her Gucci sandals and her Armani suit... well maybe NOT a suit, she was too young for a suit, but at the very least a Coach bag... even when she couldn't afford it. "Wow I have depth" and started grinning. |
| "So m'Lord, doth she fit the bill for ye," Mrs. Perkins asked Lord Bedside after Amanda left the dining hall. "I like her Mrs. P, I surely do, yes." His smile turned into a rather large grin as he nodded his head. "I'm afraind she'll never join the games though, m'Lord." "Yeah, what about that m'Lord," James asked. "You all let me worry 'bout that. And I better not find anyone else trying to push her into the games either!" Lord Bedside glared at James and his brother who sheepishly hung their heads. "Do you all understand me? Even you, you old pervert Herbert? There'll be hell to pay the one who drives her away!" The dinner attendees and even old Herbert all nodded their heads in acknowledgement. They all knew better than to argue or disagree with m'Lord when he had the look he wore now. They finished the wonderful meal in silence. |
| Amanda lay on her bed for a while. Just relaxing. Letting her mind mull over what had happened at the dinner table. This was by far the strangest house that she had ever been in. |
That night, as Amanda lay sleeping, an odd fog came curling in through the window. It was a heavy fog that covered the floor in a thick white mist three feet deep and yet was only a thin mist between there and the ceiling. Whether it was a real fog or Amanda was dreaming it, the result was the same: Amanda entered a strange world of distorted perceptions and expanded sensualities where vision was obscured and touch was enhanced, sounds were muffled and smells were sharp and pungent. Amanda got out of bed. She drew no robe around herself, although her sleeping gown was light, thin, and shockingly transparent. Was she asleep? Was she awake? She turned on no lights, but opened the door to the hall and proceeded out into the darkness of the great house. Shafts of moonlight streamed through the great windows of the main hall making visible rays in the fog. Amanda glided through the mist, her filmy nightgown making it seem as though she might be made of mist herself. Only the shadowy outline of her ripe breasts and rounded hips visible through the gown gave evidence of her fleshy reality. From an upper room came the click of a door and a shadowy figure emerged onto the balcony to stare down at the apparition that was Amanda. The music that had been playing a quietly lyrical waltz changed into something more ominous. To Amanda it seemed that the room was changing, growing warmer. Her skin was hot and tender. She ran her hands across her breasts - so silky and smooth and warm and protruding, yearning to be touched. She whirled around in a dance where she was both partners - one touching, the other being touched. And as she danced the fog swirled up in swirls and eddies, sometimes hiding, sometimes revealing. |
| Eyes closed, Amanda let the feelings of warmth envelope her. Her internal music set the beat of sensuous movements as she swirled around. Strong hands stopped her in mid-twirl; she opened her eyes and looked into the intent eyes of a man wearing a leather mask. Standing at least a head above her, he was broad shouldered and his full lips were curled slightly. He kept moving with her, insisting they continue the dance. "Don't be afraid ma belle. After all, I am merely a fantasy to fulfill your every desire." He turned her around to the faint music which was getting louder; it had a Latin rhythm to it. He pulled her closer, and leaned into her neck and whispered close to her ear. "You smell of Jasmine and Honeysuckle. I want to taste ever inch of your silky skin." Amanda felt an urge to run, but it was overcome by tingling sensations between her thighs. Amanda was fully aware of his hands through her whispery material and felt his warm breath on her neck. His lips moved lower and her heart stopped with anticipation and desire. His mouth paused on her nighties' neck line, and he slowed their dance down to a mere shifting of bodies against each other. Her nipples were tight and raw and she felt the length of his body hard against her. Her hands moved up to his head and she leaned back letting him have full access to her ivory throat. His lips moved upward, sending shivers through her soft core. She moaned her acquiescence. "Oh God... " He paused at her jaw line, where he nibbled. "Give me your tongue, Mon amour." She opened her mouth and he came down hard on her tender lips. Her tongue fully available to his roving penetration, his strong mouth left her open and raw. He slowed the dance on her mouth, to a tender slow trace on the edge with his tongue. Her groan was muffled by his penetration again, and this time she answered with fierceness, letting her tongue twirl with his. He moved his hands down to her hips where he pushed into her and she wrapped on leg around his thighs, her nightdress little protection from his thrusting groin. He released her mouth. "You're in my veins, you're intoxicating." Amanda wanted to say something, but all she could do is smile and bend her head into his chest as she tried to regain her breathing. |
| Strong hands moved in concert with the rhythm of Amanda's dance, raising the flimsy nightgown above her hips. His hands cupped the fullness of her backside as Amanda raised and wrapped her other leg around the masked man. The mist began to thicken and perform its own dance around the two figures in the moonlight. As she writhed in time to her dance, his strong arms lifted her up and slowly began to lower Amanda against his groin. Amanda gasped as the masked man's body entered hers. His lips curled more and he snarled as she ground her hips against his in time to the dance. His hands tensed and squeezed her butt fiercely, aiding Amanda's wild gyrations against his body. Amanda, fully under a spell of wanton desire and abandon, wrapped her arms around the masked figure and raked her nails up his back, tensing his rigid gyrating body even more. She siezed his hair and pulled his mouth once more to hers, unleashing her toungue upon him. Still moving in time to the dance, the masked man moved to the middle of the room and set Amanda upon the table, climbing onto her, smothering her in the burliness of his essence. The man began to snort and ram her as the mist danced around them on the table top. Amanda, never having known such wonderful reckless abandon, began to moan, her mind set free as the man pummeled her midsection. His strong hands now kept her her thighs pinned to the table as he drove himself into her relentlessly. Amanda once more raked her nails down his back and locked upon his butt, aiding his thrusts into her. She dug her nails deep into his cheeks and she began a gutteral wail. The masked man slammed into her even more powerfully and his back arched, an animal howl emitting from his curled lips. The mist cleared, the dance ended, and Amanda lay on the table, her quivering body drenched in sweat, and her thighs dripping with the remnants of passion. The masked man was gone. Amanda's spent body shivered. She was alone. |
Amanda awoke with a gasp. It was morning. She was lying on her bed. Had it all been a dream? But why were the bottoms of her feet so dirty? At breakfast she was very quiet as she ate. She kept her eyes on her plate, but she was thinking, Who was that masked man? It couldn't have been John, because John wasn't tall. So that left James, Lord Bedside, and Old Herbert. Ms Perkins leaned toward Amanda. "Would you like another sausage, dearie?" Amanda looked into the tall woman's eyes and was surprised to see a twinkle there. And then Ms Perkins winked and smiled. "Did ye be having a good night's sleep?" Amanda felt herself trembling. How much more of this strange old house could she take? Maybe she should just go to Lord Bedside and resign her position. Ms Perkins was still waiting for an answer, so Amanda smiled and sweetly said, "Yes, Ms Perkins, I had a refreshing sleep, only troubled a bit by an odd dream or two. Thank you for asking. And you? Did you sleep well?" Ms Perkins cackled. "Heeheeheehee! Oh yes! I slept VERY well, indeed! Heeheeheehee!" Amanda shivered. Please make the creepiness go away. Please let this day turn into something ordinary and normal and comfortable. Old Herbert mysteriously appeared by her side. "Lord Bedside requests that you be at his office immediately after breakfast." "Thank you, Herbert. I will be there." Ahhh. A little dictation, a little typing. Anything nice and normal to calm her troubled mind. |
| But instead, she turned on her heal and rushed to her room. Taking out her suitcase and other bags she started to push everything in sight into the Louis Vuitton matching luggage. Damn if she was gonna stay in such an obviously corrupt and bizarre place. She was sure nothing happened last night... at least pretty sure. Her body had left no tell-tale signs of such naughty dreams. Yes, it was a dream, she was sure she was still a virgin. "Yes, she was virgin! " She covered her mouth with her hand after realizing she'd said that out loud. Oh dear... She shoved the last of her pink and silky panties in the bags and dragging her two bags behind her... she'd left one behind. She'd need a porter to carry all that stuff and she didn't want to alert anyone to her intentions. She slowly opened the door and looked side-to-side. There was no one in the long stretch of hallway towards the stair and her escape. With a sigh of relief, she hauled one bag behind and lifted the other to her delicate shoulder, wincing at what must be a resulting dark mark from the pressure. She kept as silent as she could with the heavy bag thumping down behind her as she moved down the stairs. She was at the front door with her hand on the heavy and gothic looking door knob when she felt the pressure of a hand on her shoulder. She let out a scream. |
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