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the meeting, and he had presumably discussed all the details with Liz.
The set of handcuffs he had stored in the bedside drawer and which he handed over on arrival to Lauralynn were furlined. Pink fur. Lauralynn burst out laughing.
‘Where the hell did you get those? An Essex sex shop?’
His face reddened. He hadn’t expected the humiliation to also be verbal.
Liz, who had sat herself on a corner of the bed as soon as they had entered the narrow hotel room, kept on throwing enquiring glances at Dominik while studiously avoiding looking at her now somewhat fearful husband. She was slightly flushed after one gin and tonic too many, hurriedly gulped down at the pub to shore up her resolve before the action moved to the hotel room.
Lauralynn threw off her leather jacket and turned to Kevin who was still fixed to the spot.
‘So, what are you waiting for?’
He looked uncertain, unsure of her meaning.
‘Take your clothes off. Now!’ she demanded.
His body was pale and thin. Lauralynn insisted he keep his black mid-ankle-length socks on. Thought it made him look more ridiculous. She ordered him to sit down and fixed the handcuffs to his wrists. She secured him to the room’s lone chair and arranged it so that he faced the bed.
Liz sat, increasingly restless and nervous. Her knees held tight together, a bead of sweat forming on her forehead as she realised they had reached a point of no return.
‘All yours, D,’ Lauralynn said.
Dominik looked down at Liz.
‘Come here,’ he said quietly to the young woman. She rose. She was a whole head shorter than him.
He cupped her chin and brought his lips to hers. He could still taste the gin on her breath. And smell the shampoo she must have washed her hair with earlier that afternoon. A faint tremor raced through her body as they made contact. She stiffened briefly and then softened as the contact of his mouth relaxed her.
Out of the corner of his eye he could see a broad smile spreading across Lauralynn’s face as she stood behind the chair on which she had immobilised Kevin and distractedly passed her long fingers through his hair, messing it about. This visibly made him even more uncomfortable as his side parting disappeared and he was reduced to being Lauralynn’s wide-eyed plaything.
Feeling Liz’s mental resistance melt as their tongues mingled, Dominik slid his hands slowly down her back to her buttocks, assessing the firmness of her skin and her response to his touch. Their mouths briefly parted and she sighed deeply. And closed her eyes.
Dominik’s left hand searched for the side zip that would loosen her black dress.
‘Allow me,’ Lauralynn said, moving around them, leaving the captive husband, his now untidy hair crowning his dismay, a helpless onlooker shackled to the chair.
The zip was actually at the back of the dress, and Lauralynn positioned herself behind Liz and pulled the dress open, while biting playfully on Liz’s ear, her mouth just inches from Dominik’s.
The young married woman shuddered, sandwiched between them as she was.
Her husband’s eyes were fixed on the trio, a curious expression of fascination on his face. How much had Lauralynn prepared him for this?
‘Arms?’ Lauralynn suggested and Liz raised her arms upwards and Lauralynn pulled the dress up, the cheap material brushing between the young woman’s face and Dominik’s.
Dominik stepped back. The young, pale-faced woman stood, face flushed, in her underwear and hold-up stockings.
‘Let’s see all of you,’ Lauralynn ordered and Liz un-clasped her bra and bent over unsteadily in her high heels to pull down her matching knickers. She kept the stockings on and Lauralynn did not insist she take them off.
Dominik looked down at her. Heavy thighs but a slim upper half with puffy-nippled breasts, a razor-shaped landing strip of thin hair prefacing her slit, a piercing in her navel, a silver crucifix circling her neck. Grey eyes bursting with questions.
An invisible weight came off Dominik’s