An Invitation for Sarah

Hi readers, this is the fifth installment in this series:

1. Sarah vs Wendy

2. Sarah vs Paula

3. Sarah vs Becky

4. The Executive: Sarah vs Saskia

Hope you enjoy it........




MELD.

"I fuckin hate having to get dressed up, I look bloody ridiculous," Wendy moaned.

"Oh for Christ sake, will you stop moaning you look fine," Sarah replied, putting a brush through her hair, "You know what she said, we had to look smart and presentable where she is taking us."

"Yeah, she never said where it was though, did she?"

"Look, just hurry up and sort yourself out, I fancy a quick G&T before she picks us up from the pub," the little blonde said impatiently, slipping on her stilettos.

It had been two weeks since their first encounter with Saskia. They had thought that they would probably never hear from her again considering what they had done to her in her own office. However, a few days ago they had received an email from her, asking if they would meet up with her to discuss something that 'could be to their advantage'. The two girls were unsure at first, thinking the devious old bitch had probably cooked up some dastardly little scheme to exact her revenge, but in the end they agreed to the meet. Saskia had told them that she would pick them up on Saturday afternoon at the Red Lion; then she would take them to another place where a meeting had been arranged, hence the requirement for smart dress which Wendy was now complaining about.

"Are you sure this looks alright?" the big girl asked looking at the black knee length dress in the mirror.

"For the last time, you look fine," Sarah moaned, "It makes a nice change to see you in something other than jeans or trackie bottoms."

"Yeah I know but it's a bit tight, it keeps riding up when I walk, you'll be able to see my arse by the time we get to the end our road!"

"Well you'll have to keep pulling the bloody thing down then, come on, let's go!"

The pair went downstairs, locked the front door and headed off down Mill Lane, their stilettos clip-clopping on the tarmac.

"At least your mum's not around to ask questions," Sarah said relieved, "She'd want to know why we're dressed to the nines on a Saturday afternoon."

"Yeah, I'd like to fuckin know why as well!" Wendy huffed, pulling her dress back down, "It's alright for you, you wear dresses all the time."

They eventually made it to the Red Lion, a small pub on the main road just past the junction of Mill Lane. It was a regular haunt of the two girls because it was the nearest pub to Wendy's house, plus the fact that Ted, the landlord regularly held lock ins.

"Two G&Ts please Ted," Sarah chirped.

"You two look smart, going anywhere nice?"

"We're not sure yet, are we?" Wendy replied, giving Sarah an anxious look.

"Oh right." Ted smiled, looking bemused.

"Come on whinge arse, let's sit down," the little blonde jibed, taking the drinks over to the table.

The pair sat down at a table near the window, taking a sip from her glass, Wendy glanced at her watch.

"She's late, I knew it, that bitch has got us on a wind up!" she sneered.

"You reckon?" said Sarah, nodding towards the window as a big red BMW glided into the car park and pulled up.

They watched as Saskia got out, already talking to someone on her mobile. She was wearing a black skirt suit, shiny grey blouse, bright red stiletto heels and some rather large shades which made her look like an older version of Lady GaGa. She sat perched on the bonnet of her car for a few moments before finishing her call and making her way into the pub.

"Yes love?" asked Ted, looking a bit taken aback by the unknown visitor.

"White wine please," Saskia replied coldly.

Ted poured the drink and handed it to her.

"Two Eighty please love."

She paid for the drink and sat down next to the two girls.

"Hi Saskia; feeling better now?" Wendy smirked.

"Yes thank you, Wendy", the older woman replied sternly, noticing Sarah trying desperately not to laugh.

"Right, what's this all about then?" the little blonde asked finally regaining her composure.

"Well, I have a little proposition to put to you, Sarah."

"Ah yes a proposition that could be to our advantage, in what way exactly?"

"Well, there's the financial benefit for a start."

"Money!" Wendy exclaimed, her eyes lighting up.

"No, fucking jelly babies," the older blonde smiled sarcastically, "of course I mean money."

"What, are you gonna give her a job?" the big girl asked.

"Hmm, in a manner of speaking it could be described as that I suppose, come on drink up I'm going to take you both to meet somebody."

The three of them finished their drinks and headed outside, as they stood in the car park, Saskia looked at the two girls. Sarah was wearing a black 1950's style dress with a rose print and black stilettos. She actually looked quite nice, classy even. Wendy on the other hand looked a lot more uncomfortable, wearing a black dress that looked a little too tight, black tights and a pair of white stilettos. Noticing Saskia was studying them both, Wendy smiled at her.

"Well, what do you think, do we pass?" the big girl asked.

"Hhhmm, you'll do I suppose, come on get in."

Wendy sat in the back, whilst Sarah sat in the passenger seat. Slipping off her shoes and placing them behind her seat, Saskia started the car.

"Seatbelts on please, kids." she smirked.

As they drove out of the car park, Sarah noticed Ted at the pub window, watching them with an intrigued look on his face. Saskia eased out onto the main road and headed for the dual carriageway.

"Right, come on Saskia, where are you taking us?" the little blonde asked.

"Relax, all will be revealed soon, make yourself comfortable it will take us about an hour to get there."

As they came off the roundabout and on to the dual carriageway, Saskia floored the accelerator, making the BMW surge along.

"Fuckin hell, this thing can shift!" Wendy quipped, "You'll have to let me have a drive one day."

"Hmm....you're funny," the older woman smiled.

An hour or so later, they had left the main roads and were driving down a twisting country lane.

"Nearly there," said Saskia, a broad smile on her face.

"We're in the middle of bloody nowhere!" Wendy moaned.

"Erm...not quite," the older woman replied as they pulled off the lane, through some huge ornamental gates and on to a long tree lined drive. At the end of the drive, a huge stately home loomed towards them.

"Bloody hell, here?" Sarah exclaimed, turning to Saskia.

"Yep, welcome to Boxten Hall, home to a very close friend of mine, she's very keen to meet you."

They drove round to the side of the huge building, through an archway and into a large courtyard. Saskia parked up and turned to look at the two girls, both wide eyed trying to take in their surroundings.

"Jesus, you two look bloody petrified," Saskia laughed, "relax, you'll be fine I promise you, come on."

The three of them got out the car and walked across the courtyard towards a pair of huge oak doors. As they approached them, they opened and a rather elderly butler appeared.

"Good afternoon Miss Darlington, her ladyship is expecting you."

"Good afternoon Perkins, so nice to see you again."

"This way ladies, please."

The butler led them through the doors and down a long corridor. The walls were covered in paintings and chandeliers hung from the ceiling. Their stiletto heels clacked on the polished oak floor and echoed down the corridor. Wendy turned to Sarah with an excited look on her face.

"Bloody hell this place is massive," the big girl whispered.

"Mmm, I just wish I knew what this was all about," Sarah replied nervously.

Perkins ushered them into a large sitting room which had two sofas and a coffee table placed in the middle.

"Her ladyship will be with you shortly, Miss Darlington."

"Thank you, Perkins."

The butler left and the trio sat down. Sarah looked round at the walls, yet more paintings of very serious looking people stared down at them, somewhere a clock was chiming. A few moments later she could hear footsteps approaching the room, Saskia stood up, gesturing to the two girls to do likewise. The door opened and an elegant looking woman with long black hair entered the room, she looked to be around mid to late fifties, dressed in a grey trouser suit. She smiled warmly as she embraced her friend.

"Hello Saskia, lovely to see you, "she said kissing her on the cheek.

"Sarah, Wendy, this is Lady Patricia Thornley."

"Hello, nice to meet you both," Patricia smiled, kissing them both on the cheek.

They sat down once more, the two girls on one sofa, the two older women on the other.

"Right, well you're probably wondering why Saskia has brought you both here."

"Erm...yes we are a little curious your ladyship," Sarah replied shyly.

"Please, call me Patricia, well I think we should all have a drink first and then I will show you round and explain everything," she smiled getting up and pulling on a rope by the door, "I believe you like gin and tonic."

"Yes Patricia," the little blonde nodded.

"Everyone else happy with a G&T?" Patricia asked.

The others nodded in agreement, just then Perkins entered the room.

"Four gin and tonics with ice please Perkins."

"Yes ma'am."

"You two make yourselves comfortable, I just need to have a quick word with Saskia in private, and the drinks will be here shortly, okay?"

"Okay," replied Sarah.

The two older women left the room and went out into the corridor. Patricia turned to her friend, a broad smile across her face.

"What?"

"Are you seriously telling me that little blonde thing with the glasses actually beat you?"

"Yes, that's right."

"Oh my God!" Patricia laughed, "How?"

"Don't let that weedy innocent look fool you, she is one vicious little bitch, trust me."

"Where did you get Wendy from then?"

"She came with Sarah, she's her girlfriend."

"Do you think we could interest her in joining us?"

"Hhmm, I doubt it, I think she's more of a watcher."

"Pity," Patricia sighed, "we could do with more big girls on the roster, do you know she looks like a chubbier version of Paula Taylor, remember her?"

"Yes," replied Saskia coldly with a sudden realization, "I remember Paula Taylor."

Wendy turned to Sarah who was drumming her fingers on the table.

"What do you think those two are talking about?" the big girl asked.

"Us probably which one they're going to have first."

"Oh God, you don't think so do you?" Wendy gasped.

"Of course not!" the little blonde laughed, "God Wendy, you're so gullible."

"Well what the fuckin hell are we doing here then?"

"I don't know, but I'm pretty sure it's not for a foursome with Lady Muck, if there's money involved, it could be quite a lot, judging by the size of this place."

Perkins entered the room with the tray of drinks; he smiled at the pair and placed the tray on the table.

"Your drinks ladies," he said in his deep tone.

"Thank you," Sarah replied.

As he left, Saskia and Patricia came back into the room and sat down again.

"Are your drinks okay?" Patricia asked.

"Yes thank you."

"Right, let's get down to brass tacks then," she said turning to Sarah, "Saskia told me about the little 'confrontation' you two had a couple of weeks ago, she also told me that you had got the better of her, which certainly surprised me, even more so now I have seen you in the flesh."

"Why the bloody hell has she told you about that?" the little blonde stormed, throwing Saskia a dirty look.

"Please, we didn't mean to upset or offend you, Saskia brought you here so I could talk to you about an opportunity you might be interested in."

"Yeah, what sort of opportunity," Sarah brooded, looking over her glasses.

"Come with me, come on," Patricia smiled.

The four of them headed back down the corridor and into another wing of the house. As they walked, Patricia explained why she had asked her there.

"For nearly 30 years I have held events for women who share a passion for tribbing or sexfighting or whatever you'd like to call it."

"So it's a fight club then?" Wendy asked.

"Erm... my members prefer to call it a society rather than a club."

"So how often do you hold these 'events' then?" Sarah asked.

"Oh, every so often, there's one tonight actually, come on, in here."

They went through a pair of double doors into a huge room, on one wall there was a large fireplace in front of which was a rectangle of carpet about twice the size of a boxing ring. The carpet was surrounded by chairs and tables, all with neatly laid tablecloths. A couple of young smartly dressed maids were putting the finishing touches to the room. Sarah picked up a card off one the tables and read it:



Miss Olivia Dumont vs Miss Isabelle Hughes

Miss Bronwyn Evans vs Miss Victoria Heywood

Miss Chloe Hilton vs Miss Rachel Simmonds

Miss Lisa Trent vs Miss Elna de Beer

"Those are the eight girls who are competing tonight," said Patricia noticing Sarah reading the card.

"So these poor sods get to roll around on a bit of carpet, while some drunken mob sits around them whooping and cheering, probably cracking one off under the table." Sarah scoffed.

"I can assure you it's not like that at all Sarah, my members are a very select group and it's female only, no men allowed."

"Alright, so it's a bunch of drunken dykes whooping and cheering then."

"Like I said Sarah, I can assure you it's not like that at all, the members are well behaved and not all of them are dykes as you have somewhat hypocritically called them."

"Sorry, I know that was uncalled for," the little blonde said sheepishly, feeling her face going red.

"Never mind, come on this way."

Patricia led them out of the room, along another corridor and up a grand looking staircase. At the top was a landing with doors along both sides.

"These rooms are for the competitors, a lot of them come from all over the country so I provide rooms for them so they can stay here overnight or for the whole weekend, the girls for tonight are already here, but you can have a look in one of the empty rooms if you like."

"Okay," Sarah shrugged.

Patricia unlocked the door and they stepped inside, Wendy's eyes lit up.

"Bloody hell, it's massive!" she said, looking at Sarah.

Sarah looked around the room, it was indeed very spacious with a big double bed and an en-suite bathroom, it was like a room you would find in a five star hotel.

"Why are you showing me all this?" Sarah asked.

"I'm just trying to show you that any girl who joins our society gets well looked after."

"That's as maybe but I'm not sure I could perform in front of an audience."

"Well, that's why I have invited you here today, so you can watch tonight's event and get a feel of what it's like, if you still don't feel you could do it that's fine, it was nice to have met you, but at least say you will watch tonight."

The little blonde looked across at Wendy; she had her usual 'please' puppy dog expression whenever she wanted Sarah to do anything.

"Okay fine," she sighed, "I'll come and watch."

"Yay, thanks babe!" the big girl chirped, hugging her lover.

"Right that's settled then, let's go back to the drawing room and have another drink and then perhaps Saskia could show you round the rest of the house and the grounds if you like."

"Erm no thank you Patricia," said Sarah "I think I'll just settle for a drink and a sit down."

"Okay as you wish, well I have to go now and help get everything ready, if you need anything Perkins will take care of you so I will see you later in the main room at about eight."

Just as they walked out on to the landing, a girl emerged from one of the other rooms. She looked to be in her early twenties, had brown hair tied up in a bun and was wearing a dark blue tracksuit.

"Ah, here's one of our competitors," smiled Patricia, "hello Victoria."

"Hello, I'm just going for quick jog round the grounds."

"Careful you don't wear yourself out before tonight, who is your opponent again?"

"Bronwyn that little Welsh girl from Newport."

"Hmm, feisty little thing that one," Patricia warned.

"Well I'd rather be facing her than Belle any day, I don't fancy Olivia's chances much, see you later!" the young girl yelled as she bounded off down the stairs.

"See you later Victoria, right I had better get a move on, I shall see you three later."

"One more thing Patricia," said Sarah, "Saskia mentioned money."

The older woman turned to her friend and raised her eyebrows.

"Well Sarah, let's see if you're interested first, then we will talk money, okay?"

"Fair enough," the little blonde replied.

With that, the older woman made her way down the stairs and headed for the main room, leaving the three of them at the top.

"Well, you're certainly not backward at coming forward, are you Sarah!" Saskia quipped.

"Not when there's money involved, no."

"Don't worry if you agree to join you will be well paid I can assure you." the older blonde said.

"How much are we talking?" Wendy asked.

"Well I can't be sure exactly, you'd have to take it up with Patricia, by the way Wendy, what's your surname?"

"Taylor, why?"

"Oh, no reason just wondered that's all."

"Okay," the big girl shrugged.

Sarah looked across at Saskia; there was a distant, rather solemn expression on her face.

"You okay?" the little blonde asked.

"I'm fine," she replied and made her way downstairs.

"What's up with her?" asked Wendy.

"God knows come on, let's go and get that drink."

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The two girls stood on the steps of the front door watching the guests arrive; the large graveled area in front of the house was starting to fill up with cars, all prestige marques. There were Jags, Mercs, BMWs, Porsches and even a Ferrari; dozens of well-dressed and very successful looking women were filing past them into the house.

"Fuck me, these lot must be fuckin loaded babe, look at 'em," Wendy laughed.

"Sshhh! will you lower your voice!" Sarah snapped," and for God's sake pull that dress down."

"I've got a better idea, why don't you sneak me upstairs into one of them rooms and I'll pull it up for you," the big girl replied, putting her arms round the blonde with a stupid grin on her face.

"Oh great, you're pissed aren't you!" she groaned.

"Bollocks, I've only had two!"

Sarah gave her a knowing look.

"Alright five, but I'm definitely not pissed."

"Ah there you are," said a familiar voice behind them, "Come on, our table has been reserved."

"Hi Sas," Wendy smiled.

Saskia looked sternly at Sarah.

"She'll be fine I'll look after her."

"Well make sure you do, come on let's get in there."

The pair followed Saskia into the main room and sat down at the reserved table. The room was almost full, nearly all the tables were taken with three or four women sitting at each one. Looking round, there seemed to be quite an age range, from early twenties to about mid-sixties. Sarah noticed one or two of them had wedding rings, they all sat chatting quietly, occasionally the odd laugh could be heard above the hubbub, but nothing too loud.

"Hello there," said Patricia, sitting down next to them, "Looking forward to tonight's action?"

"Sort of, I suppose," Sarah replied.

"Good, what's the matter with your girlfriend?" she asked looking over at Wendy.

"Erm I think she's found your hospitality to be a little over generous."

"Oh dear," the older woman laughed, "Oh well as long as she's enjoying herself, excuse me one moment."

Patricia got up and walked out to the centre of the carpet, a gentle ripple of applause greeted her. She was now wearing a long red evening gown and black elbow length gloves.