Julie said goodbye to Laura on the steps of the hotel and watched the motorbike roll away into the traffic. She picked up her phone and dialled home.
"Anthony darling, how did it go?"
"We won."
"Great. I thought you must have. I just had a text from Angela, she didn't say exactly, but she wants to meet. I hope your people looked after her."
The lie came easily, so easily that she caught her breath. There was silence on the other end.
"Anthony?"
"I'm not sure what happened, love, I got caught up in all the mêlée afterwards, I don't know where Angela went."
"Oh… um… well, I'd better get over to the hotel and find her. I hope she's not in a state."
"Would she be?"
"It's a big stress. What came out? She was worried."
"The prosecution got at her a little."
"How?"
"Asked her at one point the difference between what she did and a common prostitute."
"She's not going to like that. Will it get into the papers?"
"It might."
"She was worried about some detective."
"He won't be worrying her. I've fixed that. I think he might be moving out of town."
"Really?"
"His superiors will be having a word with him, if you know what I mean, they will be pointing out his lack of judgement and failure to do his homework. Angela had a video that he should have known about. Wasted everyone's time. I think someone is going to point out to him that the prosecutors are never going to trust his evidence in the future. He'll leave town."
Julie smiled, thought for a moment about asking more but then abandoned the idea.
"I'll call you when I've found Angela." She hung up and left it at that. She'd have to think before she called again. He sounded a little off, hesitant, worried. He ought to be buzzing, he'd just won the case. Did he suspect?
- - - -
Laura weaving through the traffic made an effort to concentrate on the road. Her mind was buzzing, she needed to think. Once through the worst of the slow-moving vehicles, she pulled over to a cafe, parked the bike and sat nursing a black coffee.
Pulling that bondage stunt was stupid; letting her ego run away with her, showing off. There was something Angela was going to say, some secret and she’d run away from it, bottled it, but what could it be?
Why did Angela say that Julie wouldn’t mind about Anthony? Was that the secret? Did Angela have something going with Anthony? No, no way he couldn’t have pulled that performance today if they’d been lovers. Did Angela know that Anthony screwed around… did he? Maybe Julie did?
Was there any way to find out? What if she called, not a phone call— what could she tell from that? Go there knock on the door, see what happened. Not tonight–—he'll be celebrating with Julie, bound to be––why would he even let her in——but maybe he would, or they would. She could say she was worried about Angela
She looked at her watch; she was half an hour away from the house. Too soon. She read the menu, not exactly gourmet food. Scrambled eggs were on offer all day. That would do, finish the coffee, order, wait for the food, eat slowly.
What if Julie wasn’t there? God, this was complicated. Should she come on to Anthony? Did Angela give her permission? Damn near but it couldn't be up to Angela could it. It felt like that but was it a trick? What was the worst that could happen? She might get fired, probably would get fired.
Would Angela give her a job? Doing that kind of psycho-whoring with Angela? The thought crashed around in her head and unlocked something. That would be so hot.
- - - -
Anthony put the phone down, cursing under his breath. why didn't he think about Angela? Because he was obsessed with making up to Julie.
"Idiot," he said to the coffee machine. "And you too," now addressing the flowers, looking like a wedding bouquet on the counter. Two bouquets really, a deliberate extravagance now given pride of place on the dining room table where Julie was bound to see them.
Serves me right, he thought. I'm completely out of practice. I don't even know if she likes those flowers. Will they last till tomorrow?
He fired up Google, feeling vaguely foolish hunting around gardening sites but was relieved to find that the blooms should be good for a day or two. He'd take tomorrow off; with the case finished early there was no problem. Julie wouldn't stay in town another day. If she wanted to, he'd tell her to bring Angela with her. Maybe he should do that now; she still hadn't phoned, but there was something in her voice, a hint; somehow he knew she'd stay in town.
Should he rush up to town? He looked at the clock. Hell, by the time he'd gotten there it would be past nine, they'd be bound to be eating somewhere, he'd never find them. He glanced at the whisky glass. He'd had too much to drink anyway, he'd have to get a taxi and then a train and he had no idea of the timetable this time of day.
He tried calling Julie's phone but it went to voicemail. Damn. How did he get in this mess? Worse still, he realised that he was feeling horny. Now that the adrenaline from the court had washed out of his system his mind was full of making up to Julie. He wanted her, he'd been looking forward to this in every spare minute all day and she wasn't here.
The doorbell rang. It couldn't be Julie, she had a key. Who the hell could it be? He swung the door open and stepped back in surprise seeing the leather-clad figure in front of him. This time there was no question who it was, she was clutching her crash helmet, her blond hair cascading over her leather clad shoulders.
"Can I come in," she said.
"Sure, sure. To what do I owe the honour?"
"I was worried about Angela," she said, lying through her teeth but managing a straight face. "She took off after the court and seemed upset. I tried to catch up with her but missed her. I thought I ought to tell someone, or at least check up but with the office closed the only thing I could do was run over here."
"Julie is going to meet Angela. She phoned."
"Is Angela okay?"
"I don't know, Julie hasn't called back yet."
Laura closed the door behind her. "Any chance of a drink?"
"Yes, of course, come through."
"Hey, those are great flowers."
"I was kind of celebrating, you know, because we won."
He hesitated a moment. "I kind of felt guilty too, Julie had to run around the place keeping Angela's spirits up and all for my case. I thought I had to do something — a bit of a waste really, she's not here and celebrating on your own is no fun."
"Is she not coming home?"
"She called an hour ago, said she was looking for Angela, thought she needed looking after. Like we should have. It's all my fault, I'm obsessed with my work, I arrive home exhausted and either carry on working or veg out. It's not surprising Julie thinks I wouldn't mind if she looked after Angela. All my fault."
"But she hasn't phoned yet?"
"She will."
Laura smiled inwardly. "What would you bet?" Their eyes met for a moment. "I'll tell you what," she said. "If you're right I'll let you see what's under my leathers."
"You really think she won't stay with Angela?"
"She's your wife, she knows you've had a hard day."
"You're on, but you'll have to stay until she rings. You could be here all night."
"Okay, I'll tell you what. If she doesn't ring in the next half hour, and if she doesn't say she's coming home, then I lose. How's that?"
"You're on, but for now I'll bring you a drink out in the garden while I finish cooking supper."
Laura was led out to the garden and settled into a comfortable bower seat surrounded by the scent of jasmine. Anthony appeared a minute later with a glass of wine, still looking glum.
"Is there any chance, um, depending on the phone call, that you could stay to eat? I'm gonna feel pretty flat if she doesn't come and I've got food for two, actually food for three because I thought she might bring Angela."
"So I could stay either way?"
"Well yes, I guess."
"Unless she brings Angela."
The phone rang and Anthony dashed inside. Laura sat for a moment thinking. As they'd walked through the house she'd caught sight of a portrait on the wall. It looked like Angela, but Anthony hadn't met Angela until today, so it must be Julie. They could pass for each other’s double she thought. She slipped into the kitchen to listen and get another look at the picture.
"Hi love, how's it going?"
"Yes, well, yes, I guess. What time tomorrow? I'm off for the day because the case is finished, so, well, if you could get home."
"Well yes, it would be nice. I was kind of hoping..."
"Well because I've been neglecting you, I thought we could..."
"Okay, yes. Yes... I'll be fine."
He put the phone down and turned to Laura. "I win it seems."
"That's kind of embarrassing."
"Why? Did you think you'd win?"
"It's more to do with what I'm wearing, or not wearing really."
"I'm all agog."
Laura peeled off her leather jacket to reveal the corset she'd been wearing at Angela's studio.
"That looks incredible, where did you get it?"
"A friend gave it to me."
"A guy?"
"No," she said. "A woman friend."
"She has good taste."
"Taste?"
"Hell yeah. It's very sexy but it's more suggestive than actually revealing."
"That part isn't the problem." She unzipped her trousers and dropped them to the ground, kicking them to one side and revealing that whatever might be said about the corset the lack of panties was, plain and simple, revealing.
"Well, that's tasteful too."
"You like a shaved pussy?"
"It's neat, clean and, well, um as good as any I've seen. Actually better than most."
"Thank you. That was a compliment wasn't it?"
"It was."
"I didn't come here to seduce you or anything, I really did come because I was worried about Angela."
But she did say Julie wouldn't mind if I did seduce you, she thought, and Julie looks so much like Angela... and she had a secret...
"We should eat," Anthony said. "The food's done, Julie isn't coming home. After a visual treat like that the least I can do is feed you."
"My lack of underwear doesn't bother you?"
Anthony suppressed a laugh. "I guess it depends on what you mean by bother. One can't un-see what has been seen, so in that sense, it is too late to worry about."
"You mean every time you see me, no matter what I'm wearing…"
"I'll know what's underneath - yeah, I guess."
"So no more seductive mystery."
"No more mystery," said Anthony, warming to the game, "but as for seductive, that's another thing altogether. Can we skip the banter for a minute and eat?"
"What are we eating?"
"Beef chill with rice and cornbread with a rather nice rosé, followed by strawberries and champagne."
"Sounds good, spicy but quick and practical. Isn't beef chill supposed to be erotic or seductive or something like that?"
"Got it in one. It was kind of make-up food. I neglect Julie because I work too much. I wanted to turn over a new leaf."
"Should I go? Well, after the food maybe. I'd hate to tempt you too much."
Anthony seemed to try to avoid looking at her and when she moved to help him set out the table he managed a wan smile. He stepped back to the stove and inspected the rice, pulled open the oven and took out the bread.
"At least I haven't screwed up dinner."
"Look," she said. "Let's not skip around it. I fancy you, I'm swanning around your house with no panties on. If I hang around we'll end up fucking. I'll enjoy that and I promise you will. I think it will buck up your confidence and it'll probably make you feel a bit guilty so you'll try even harder with Julie. It's a win-win."
For a second he put the oven gloves down and dared to look at her. "I knew you were dangerous the first time I saw you."
She stepped across to him and wrapped her arms around him.
"Have you ever eaten chilli nude?" he said.
"No. Isn't it dangerous?"
"Not unless you spill your food a lot."
"Then it won't be dangerous," She laughed, enjoying the banter. "Are you very susceptible to aphrodisiacs?"
"I wouldn't know about that. Are you?"
"Oh yes, very, very susceptible,” she said. “If anything happens I’ll blame it on the food."
"Sit," he said, pointing to a chair. He ladled rice into a couple of bowls and spooned chilli over the rice. He chopped the cornbread and moved the whole lot to the dining table.
When she was seated he stood beside her and filled a spoon, lifting it to her lips and watching as she wrapped her mouth around it.
"Well?"
"Awesome chilli."
He gave her another mouthful and as she swallowed she reached for his belt, flipping it undone and unzipping to drop his pants, pulling his boxers down in another movement.
"Oh, yes," she said. "If I swallow that now how do you think it would be."
"Hot," he said, but don't do it yet."
She took his cock in her hand, gently working it to enough hardness to stand on its own.
"Would Julie do this for you?"
"Oh, I think so," he said. "She's not the problem, if she was dressed like you right now I'd probably have my head full of a case and then probably watch some trash crime TV; that's the problem."
"So why are you taking notice of me?"
"I wish I knew," he said, pulling away and sitting at the table. He pulled his bowl across and started eating.
"You need practice," she said. "It's as simple as that. You should practice on me."
She looked at him, sliding another spoonful into her open mouth, wrapping her tongue around the base of the spoon as wantonly as she knew how. "Seriously, I'm not trying to steal you from her."
"You don't know her. Why would you care?"
"I care because I want to be me, and I don't steal husbands — I'll fuck them, that's fun, but I won't steal them. I like husbands, they know what they're doing and there's no obligation. Anyway, I've heard Julie on the phone, I've talked to Angela about her, I think I get her."
"How many husbands have you… um…"
"Fucked. Say it."
"How many husbands have you fucked?"
She giggled. "That's my secret. This isn't like a job where you list your experience on your CV. The principles would be the same if it was one or a hundred."
"But their reasons might be different."
"Oh, sure, that's true. Some want to know if they've still got it. Some want a springboard, you know, out of whatever."
"Do you get caught by the wives?"
"Mostly no, but some find out. Maybe its pictures on a phone, stains on a bed sheet. I don't care. If the husband leaves his wife then it's off. I tell them that, I always tell them that."
"What if the wife liked it that way. Some wives like their husband having a mistress, it gets all that messy sex out of the way and they can get on with their lives."
"I haven't met one of those. I did get off with the wife once — that was fun. He was pissed off. She was great."
Anthony relapsed into silence as he slowly ate his chilli.
"Deep thoughts?" she said.
"Thoughts — not sure about deep. Are you ready for strawberries?"
"There's only one way you should eat strawberries if you need cheering up. You go fetch them and I'll get ready."
Anthony, looking a little puzzled strolled to the kitchen and took the strawberries out of the fridge. Sitting close by was a cream dispenser fuelled up with a pint of cream and a new gas cartridge. Last on the tray was a sugar shaker full of caster sugar. He flipped the cork from a bottle of champagne and filled two flutes.
Back in the dining room, Laura wriggled out of her corset, quickly moved everything off the table and laid herself on it, legs spread and smiling by the time he came back.
"Ah, I see," he said.
"It would be best if you could tie me down, scatter the berries where ever you like and eat them off me and feed me at the same time."
"Why the bondage?"
"I want to give you a treat. I'll enjoy being the treat, you can do what you like, eat suck, fuck, whatever, or nothing at all, leave me here like a piece of art if you like."
Anthony slowly removed his shirt, his eyes never leaving her, questioning, thoughtful.
"You imagine the ropes, I don't think I can cope with being that masterful."
"I prefer it."
"Yeah but it's my treat you said, so if it makes me feel weird…"
She spread her legs, sliding down the table until her knees could bend.
Hesitantly, Anthony began placing strawberries on her stomach, working outwards and downwards from the navel until a few dozen berries made a heart she with the pointed tip hovering over her pussy and the dip in the top in her navel. He scattered fine sugar over them and then set about covering the spaces with whipped cream. After a few minutes, he stood back.
"Take a picture," she said. "I can't see properly."
"I can do better than that, hang on a couple of secs."