“The girl is perfect for our needs. She comes
from a privileged background. She wants for nothing. She doesn't even know how
lucky she is. And yet it’s ironic that it will be us who will show her what she
had. What she had as we take it all from her. Trust me when I say this girl is perfect.
She is pretty and is going to be even prettier. Well, that is if she was
allowed to remain free and allowed to develop and flourish into a young woman,
she would be beyond pretty.”
Sarka was speaking as though what she was
saying was completely normal, everyday stuff.
“Of course taking her out of circulation is a
risky thing. Of course making her vanish is going to be dangerous and carries
huge risk. But it’s what we do. We take risks and we strive to better the last
project. It’s what we do. It’s what we do every time.”
She leaned forward from the chair, and her
own prominent breasts strained in the top that she was wearing under a fitted
jacket. She picked up her drink and her huge eyes were fixed on the man. She
had always set this man on edge. There was something about her that unsettled
him. He knew she preferred the company of other women. That wasn't a problem to
him. It was just when she went into those staring periods. Like she had with
the waitress. The darkness in her eyes. He just wished he knew what was going
through her mind then. But then even he knew one had to be careful about what
one wished for. It was something about her that made every alarm in his head go
off and warn him to be on his guard.
Nothing should have shocked this man. He knew
what they did. What they had been doing for years. He had got involved himself
because of his unusual sexual preferences.
But the longer he had been involved, the more impossible it became for
him to pull out. It was a case of once you were in you were in. There was no
pulling out. He had been taken in, and he had had his perversities sated. And
then he had been reeled in further. And further. Going back for him was not an
option, and with his contacts and with the strings he could pull in various
areas of life, he became an asset to them. Them being these people – Sarka
being one of them. There were times when he wished that he hadn't sought what
he sought. But regrets for him were a thing of the past. He had had those
regrets. Oh had he had those regrets – but they had faded and died with the
fact that he would not be getting away any time soon.
“But when we have her. When we have the
little Lady Tessa – the things we will be able to do with her and to her...”
Her voice trailed off and she sat back in the
chair recrossing her legs as she did. She was speaking as though she was
envisioning those things right at that moment. Her eyes rolled, just for a
split second, in their sockets and she was seeing things in her mind. Things
that were making her smile. And yet there was another expression across her
face as well. Another expression that came from somewhere deeper and darker
than the first level of her imagination. Her tongue slid to the corner of her
mouth again. It tended to do that a lot, and there was a bubble of saliva
there. The man, the nameless man watched that leg cross and he seemed to soak
up the rasping sound of nylon on nylon. This was the strangest, weirdest
exchange. No-one else in that club would see it or get it. But it was the strangest
weirdest thing between two strange and weird people. This little man and this
almost Amazonian, striking woman. One of those 'moments' in time that would be
witnessed by no-one and yet wouldn't be any less profound for that.
The man caught his breath, like he was
snapping out of his moment and into the sensible world again.
“Don't you people have any conscience about
what you do to these girls? I don't know what makes you tick. Maybe I don't
want to know. But for god's sakes, these girls don't even get to go home
after... after. Well after you've done what you do to them. And now we're
planning to take the offspring of the two of pillars of society. Striking at
the heart of the Establishment for fucks sakes. Sarka don't you think we're
going too far with this one? Surely you do?”
This man was more or less breathless by the
time he finished talking. He sat back and crossed his little legs at the
ankles. Another disturbingly funny moment in time. Sarka was non plussed. She
brushed imaginary dust from the tightness of her skirt with the back of her
fingers. And then she reached for her bag. Her long slender fingers slipped
into the bag and she retrieved something. She retrieved something shiny, like a
fabric but not. Something shiny and that wrapped itself around her fingers as
she lifted it out of the bag. Something handkerchief in size. And in one
movement, a smooth fluid movement she reached across to the man and she held
the thing to his face, taking in his mouth and nose. The latex hit was instant.
The man's eyes rolled.
“That's right little man, breath in. Breath
in deeply. Take it down. Take the hit.”
Sarka's voice had almost become hypnotic. The
man kind of went limp where he sat. There was no resistance to Sarka's hand
that was holding the small sheet of black shiny latex to his face. Her finger
were free to grip his nose, his mouth and chin through the rubber and she was
free to seal him that way. He was taking deep breaths. He was taking the hit.
His little chest was rising and falling. Rising and falling. And his eyes were
becoming misted. Like as though they were misting over. He was going deeper
into some kind of trance as his head was mushed by the smell and the taste of
the rubber that was all over his face. There was no will in him to fight it, or
even resist it. Sarka held the latex there as she spoke,
“Now don't you be worrying about our
conscience. Don't YOU be worrying about a thing except fulfilling your role. You know that we know all about what makes you tick.
You know that I know all about what triggers you. You like latex don't you,
hmm? It does 'things' to you. And you know that you can't get what you need
anywhere else other than through us. You know as well that there is no way out
for you. That there will never be a way out for you and that the only way you
can get your rocks off, is through what we do for you. You just be a good boy
and it will all be ok. You just do what you need to and let us worry about
crossing the i's and dotting the t's. Little Lady
Tessa is coming to us and you are going to make sure it happens. What happens
to her once she gets to us need not be of concern to you. In fact don't think
about it. If you think about what we are going to do with her and to her, you
will lose your focus and we don't want that. You simply focus on clearing the
way for us to take her out of circulation. Am I making myself clear?”
Sarka kept the pressure on the latex sheet
and she at one point cut off his breathing altogether. That could be told from
the way his eyes opened wide and his cheeks puffed as they expanded and
contracted. Then she let go and she removed the latex. The man was visibly
shaken. Or visibly moved. Or something. He had visited his special place albeit
briefly. He nodded.
“Y'yes yes. Perfectly clear.”
Sarka smiled. A wide, almost beaming smile
and she sat back again treating this man to another leg cross. She took a drink
and smiled at the waitress as she passed by. If only that girl had known what
thoughts this woman had been having a few minutes before.