CHAPTER ONE

A MEETING

 

The builders had finished refurbishing the building and departed with their tools and clutter, their machines and themselves, leaving behind just a slight smell of paint and a feeling of newness to the old place. By the time Moline arrived, most of the girls had been moved back and the park and its great house were in business again.

Moline was a broad-shouldered, fair-haired man with an easy walk. He was dressed casually, looking comfortable and confidently at home in the rich surroundings.

He met Lola-Kim in the hallway. She was wrinkling her nose at the smell of the paint and brandishing a tiny electronic diary in her hand. She saw him and smiled broadly and ran up to him. 'Todd,' she cried, 'how gorgeous to see you. So you're on this job too - are you as excited as I am?' And she embraced him, hugging him warmly, kissing him extravagantly on his lips, her tongue sliding deep into his mouth. Just to make sure her message got through, she rubbed her free hand over the front of his trousers and squeezed his cock firmly.

Moline held her at arm's length and looked at her, a broad smile on his face. What a vision she was in the hall of the old house! She wore a skirt tight on her hips and narrow down her long legs, with just enough of a slit at the hem to allow herself to walk. She was perched on the longest, most pointed high-heels he had ever seen. A short black wrap-around soft-leather jacket - very fashionable at that moment - worn over a silky blouse with a brilliant multi-colour floral pattern made up the rest of her costume, and her long fluffed-up blonde hair fell over her shoulders. She looked at him with those same smouldering, blue-grey eyes, and that lustful, almost barbaric face he remembered so well. Her wide, expressive lips suggested as ever her appetite for excitement and all the delights of the flesh.

And who knew better about her appetites than him? 'So,' he said, 'Lola-Kim Karrera and Todd Moline together again - what a team!'

She looked hard into his eyes and laughed huskily: 'Ye-es! What a team!'

He suggested a tour of the place, and they strolled around the building and the grounds for an hour. It was late morning and the sun was climbing high in the sky. There had been a mist among the trees of the forest that morning, but it had long cleared away by then.

Lola-Kim walked beside Moline, clinging firmly to his arm and occasionally stopping to look at him as if she couldn't believe her luck. 'We're going to have some fun together, Todd, aren't we, you and I?'

Moline couldn't believe his luck either, working with her again. 'You can bet on it,' he said. And the thought of the fun they were going to have made him ask: 'Do you have any idea what's coming?'

'Oh,' she said, 'there's some fresh talent here already. It's all in here,' - she indicated her electronic diary - 'details of everyone so far.' And she cuddled his arm with delighted anticipation. 'Do you want to hear about them?'

They had been using the screen of the little machine while they explored the site, for it included in its memory a map and guide. They'd visited the main rooms of the big dramatic building and the display and banqueting rooms, the ballroom and the little private theatre; then the work rooms and the ancillary accommodation down there, the dormitories, and finally the stables. Everything had been wonderfully equipped to the last detail, and many slave-girls were already at work. The Princess thought of everything.

'You mean to tell me that they've arrived and you knew about them? You're holding back on me.'

'I just wanted to give you a surprise - a nice surprise. I thought we'd try them out this afternoon.'

'Have you seen them?'

'Not yet. They arrived before me and were taken to their apartment. They'll be having lunch together soon, then we'll call one down and give her the works.' She looked at him slyly. 'I'll let you choose which one.'

'Give me the information then.'

She punched a code into her machine and the little screen filled up with data. 'It even does pictures, you know, in colour.'

Moline watched the display form itself. 'Pippa Granville,' he read, 'dancer, USA, 20.' The picture showed the face of a girl with a big open smile, pale brown eyes and long wavy brown hair. Another key-punch brought a full-length image of her to the screen, wearing a dancer's leotard, her long, long legs bare, standing in an elegant and expressive pose. A few other details were provided: 'extrovert, exhibitionist, extravagant'.

'A triple-X girl,' Moline suggested.

'She soon will be,' replied Lola-Kim and gave him a meaningful glance with her dark eyes.

'Show me more,' he said, placing an arm round her waist and drawing her tighter to himself. He stroked the smooth curve of her hips with his hand.

A new picture appeared: a blonde with a squarish face and intelligent eyes and slightly parted lips. She was beautifully made-up. The second picture showed her dressed in the height of fashion and very soignee. The clothes were not quite to Moline's taste. Too much of her was concealed by her elaborate and costly garments, but a neckline plunging almost to her waist - no doubt in the interests of fashion - revealed the promising inner curves of her full breasts. 'Jenny Leyburn,' said the text. 'Fashion consultant, 18, UK'.

'Imagine being a fashion consultant at eighteen,' said Lola-Kim. 'But I can tell you fancy her anyway.' She looked him full in the face and smiled and then lifted her lips to his and kissed him. Her long hair brushed against his face and her body felt good against his own.

'I can see we're going to have some fun with this one,' she said. 'But you're not to keep her to yourself. Those breasts look in need of attention ...'

Moline was well aware of the pleasure his blonde companion took in punishing the breasts of pretty young girls. But already their attention was occupied by another picture, a girl with dark hair twisted up on the side of her head, knotted with a scarf, and falling down over her left shoulder. Heavy plastic earrings hung from her ears. Her features were finely modelled and neat. The second shot was full-length again, and showed her to be small and slim and unbearably cute. 'Celestine Lapalisse, VDU operator, 19, French'.

'VDU operator,' said Lola-Kim. 'Ukh-ukh. It's nice to know we're rescuing someone from a fate worse than death!'

'If you say so,' Moline replied, watching the screen change again, this time to a dark-haired girl looking at them mysteriously from under her eyebrows, her mouth pursed in a serious expression that contrived to be both meaningful and inviting. Her hair was fluffed up and framed her angular, high-cheekboned face.

'She looks like she's just climbed out of someone's bed with hair like that,' said Lola-Kim. Moline thought the style rather charming. Actually it looked to his eyes like the same style that someone standing right up close to him was wearing, but he said nothing. The full-length picture was unhelpful. She looked nice enough in a fur hat and a long fur coat. The boots she wore clearly disappeared high under the quite short skirt she was wearing, visible where the lower part of her coat had blown open.

'Katrin Opave, girl-Friday, 21, Slovak,' read the text. 'Spirited, stubborn, spontaneous'.

'Well, well,' he said as the screen faded to show a single word: 'End'. 'What do you think?'

Lola-Kim had a look of inexpressible pleasure on her face. 'I think we should have a little lunch and decide which one of these sweeties we're going to have for dessert, don't you?'