Bishop Takes Knight Ch. 05

"How much trouble can I get into if I only have to use the loo?" Ted asked, now incredulous.

"Enough for the both of us. Look, if you have to pop into the house for a piss that's one thing... just stay with the car, oh and Teddy... no-matter what happens, you don't see nothing and you don't say nothing! This is a good gig I have - I can't let anything ruin it!"

Ted now felt like he was taking a carload of spies to Surrey or some nonsense. What a night! Well at least he could hear listen match on the radio while he waited for this thing to end; whatever it was! At least the people he'd picked up in the West End seemed nice; a tall proper fellow and two pretty birds. They'd been pleasant when they'd gotten in, although they hadn't spoken much.

Ted had noticed the older of the two women, an elegant thing she was with black short hair: had been a bit taken aback when he'd first picked them up. She'd asked where Anthony was and as Teddy explained to her he was there to fill in for his sick friend, he noticed the woman had looked around nervously like she was trying to decide if she was going to have to call off an assassination or something.

The tall good looking GQ bloke had asked her if there was a problem and she shook her head, saying something about hating such untidy last minute changes given where they were going, and then the pretty little gymnast-looking blonde had chimed in with a Not to worry it will all be fine Annette. The older MILFY woman shrugged her shoulders and got inside; the younger people following right behind her. I was all a little strange for Ted.

He crossed the second loop of the Thames on the Twickenham Road Bridge and kept moving on. Ahead up the road was the start of the M3. He could pick up the pace soon and make up for lost time with all the worst traffic behind him. The rain had stopped completely as well and slowly the clouds were moving off, revealing red sunset behind them in the evening sky and a first few twinkling stars. The moon would be out later; it would be a right-proper night to sit and listen to the radio.

#

Far out to the Northeast back in London, another smaller limousine was getting a later start but headed to the same destination with its sole passenger. Amanda looked at her watch and frowned. Having arrived the day before from the States she was jet-lagged as hell and now late as hell as well. She'd laid down for a nap that afternoon and then woken up several hours later to find she'd overslept terribly. She became a flurry of activity, getting ready and putting herself together as best she could in her hotel room on Charlotte and Rathbone, just off of Soho.

She was no novice at getting her face on however and her ability to prepare herself for a "special gathering" was matched only by the speed at which she executed the task. The evening had begun as a frightful mess but as she stepped into the car in front of the hotel an hour later; she looked anything but a mess! She might have been a bit overdressed for the June night as she stepped her through the door of the limo wearing a long coat and high green heels but she was most-definitely - not a mess!

Dressed to the nines would have been a better description; her blonde hair in sophisticated little bob that looked exquisite as did her nails and makeup. The driver caught his breath a bit as he held open the door for her and she batted her pretty green eyes at him. She cleaned-up nicely anytime she was required to get down and dirty and this evening promised to be anything but clean.

As she sat in the rear of the car behind the partition, (and out of sight of the driver's view), she opened her coat and allowed the cars air-conditioning system to swirl around her beautiful old feminine form wrapped in a metallic green bustier trimmed in black lace. The garment pushed up her 34C bust line like a lovely twin-peaked mountain range and squeezed her petit mid-section ever so delectably above her lovely round bubble-butt in such a way that she was the envy of any hour-glass. She smiled with satisfaction at her stunning yoga-enhanced form; she'd knock 'em dead this evening - the look on the driver's face when she'd entered the car told her as much!

She yawned. The effects of the jet-lag and the time change were still wreaking havoc with her. Four days earlier, the phone had rung in an Austin Texas office park and Amanda's boss; a sweet little old grandmotherly-type named Karen had answered the phone. Anika Johansen was doing one of her parties at her home southwest of London and she needed girls. A flip of Karen's fingers through her black book and a minute later Amanda received a text from her madam as she drove up the I-35,

"AMANDA PACK U R GOIN TO LONDON BIG $$$ ANIKA WANTS U!"

That was it. The gorgeous international call-girl with the kind expression and demeanor of a sweet mommy wrapped up in the body of a hot sultry MILF found her exit. She headed straight to the "office" to get the rest of the details from her boss. The next 48 hours were a whirlwind of preparation for her; culminating with a late-afternoon flight out of Austin and with a connection in Philadelphia prior to her touching down at Heathrow. Now four days after the initial text message, here she was; in another limousine heading to another party of debauchery and naughtiness, (for which both she and Karen would be handsomely compensated).

She turned her head and looked out the darkened window of the limousine as London went by outside. She smiled and with one finger adjusted her small gold-stud nose-piercing as she stared out the glass at the city and thought pensively. She'd been quite the jet setter for these last six months; racking up one stamp on her passport after another. No-time at all for her to rest on her laurels it seemed; always another text and another country to go to with another heaving pile of naked bodies to jump enthusiastically into the middle of or another train of men with cocks in their hands that she'd be required to pull as a most supremely fetching and exquisite lady-locomotive for hire!

"Well," she thought, "it's a living." She sniffed a tattoo of a blue moon flower on her right wrist. She'd spritzed juuusst the right amount of perfume before she'd left the room. She didn't simply look captivating... damn she smelled it. The interior of the car was now filled with her intoxicating aroma; delicate, sophisticated and thoroughly enticing.

Little did she know, her evening ahead would be filled with an equally intoxicating mixture of surprises and old passions rekindled as Karma moved its mysterious unseen wheels cogs and pendulums; driving the universe according to its own plan, and bringing her and occupants of the other limousine far away in the English countryside on a strange parallel course of irony; whose reason was known but to the hands of the fates. Amanda's limo moved out through the streets of the city and across the Thames, then south of London; headed for the party in Surrey. If the evening had been two strippers; then it could have been said that Amanda the gorgeous call-girl had both Destiny and Irony waiting for her patiently at the destination.

#

The house in Surrey was old and immense. Its grounds were old. Its gardens were old; its fountains old. The only thing new about it at first glance was the paved drive which had been laid over the original 18th century cobblestones; well ...that and the atmosphere inside the home. It was the result of old traditionalism of the enlightenment smashing headlong into the twenty-first Century. Although the original owners of the estate would have recognized the grounds and the interiors and the halls... Anika had made a few "modifications" to the décor to fit her lifestyle "hand in black leather glove." If you can imagine a Haydn concerto or a Handel chorus executed with mixed digital sound by a DJ with a nose ring below his dreadlocks and the heady whiff of patchouli hanging in the air; you'd pretty much understand what she'd done with the place.

The house currently was absolutely humming; conspicuously busy with throngs of guests gathering about on the first floor and a steady stream of cars arriving up the black drive. It was as if all the contents of the M25 had been voided out into the countryside south down the Old Ockham road and were now going to take the local village by storm before they turned east and all funneled into the drive of the stately manor home. The hostess Anika could most certainly pack 'em in, (with a little help from valet's of both sexes dressed in colorful eighteenth costumes who hurriedly moved cars around to the back as well as ushering the limousines to a side car park).

As the guests arrived, servants received them at the door and ushered them immediately into the front reception hall with its checkered red marble floor, its gilded baroque wall panels, its two spiral staircases, and in the center of the hall...Anika; looking resplendent. The tall blonde with the electric blue pools for eyes was as shiny and colorful in her powder blue club-dress (and thus pleasing to the eye), as the enormous but elegant hall she stood in. She knew the fine art of working a room simply by standing in the middle of it and letting people come to her; she'd in fact fucking mastered it. No one needed to be told by the servants to walk to her, she was a social black-hole that pulled people in helplessly to her ; to throw arms around that exquisite form of hers and give her a cheek-kiss her before moving-on to the champagne table and the bar that lay behind.

All around Anika beautiful women and rather striking gentlemen chatted cordially either with the hostess or amongst themselves as they sipped champagne and observed more and more arriving guests. It wasn't quite red-carpet but as the guests arrived, they did appear to be one-upping one another with their entrances; either by being recognized as being unquestionably attractive and trendy, or by being undeniably famous but attempting to hide the fact of who they were until they felt safe. This was after all one of Anika's parties and guests were searched accordingly at the door; not for illicit items or substances but for cameras.

Cell-phones were checked along with coats to the side of the entrance by scantily clad women dressed as classical woodland nymphs; another costume flourish of Anika's design. Suffice to say; when this party was over and done with, the only evidence this gathering had ever occurred... would be possibly a few hangovers or the odd rug-burn. No photographic evidence would exist; as per Anika's explicit instructions to staff and guests!

As much as the assembled partiers wished to frolic this evening and "make the nasty" with one another; it was understood that careers; in entertainment, music, politics, education, civil service and business were being risked. It was therefore discretion as well as ribaldry that lay foremost in people's minds. The joke was, "First rule of FUCK CLUB; nobody photographs, films, blogs, writes or speaks of FUCK CLUB!"

It was into this setting that Annette's limousine arrived. A man with a torch and dressed as footman from the 1700's waved at Ted before the entrance of the home. Ted brought the limousine to a stop and the footman popped open the car door for Annette, Shelby and Brad. Before she slid across the seat to exit, Annette had Brad drop the partition up front so she could address Ted.

"Teddy if you need us," she said, "we'll be right inside. Please hop in to fetch a bite to eat at the buffet. The lady of the house puts out a remarkable spread and there is always too much there."

"Oh no worries ma'am," Ted Answered back, "I can't see any reason to disturb you and I have already eaten. I'll stay with the car and be fine. I have my cell here and Mr. Knight has my number. You just enjoy yourselves."

"Aw Teddy," the little pixie Shelby chimed in before exiting the vehicle, "you'll get so awfully bored out there with the cars!"

"Oh thank you miss but I'll be alright," Ted replied to Shelby reassuringly, "I'll have the match on. Nothing more to worry about with me." Shelby made a face and Annette iterated the point that he really shouldn't spend all of the evening out in the car but Ted was professional and insistent. As the three partiers shrugged their shoulders and left the limo, Tony's words rang in Ted's ears,

"Stay with the car. No-matter what happens, you don't see nothing and you don't say nothing! This is a good gig I have - I can't let anything ruin it!" Mates simply didn't let mates down. He'd stay with the car. He'd piss in the hedges by the oak trees if he needed to but he'd stay with the fucking car.

The fellow in the frilly blue footman costume now motioned Ted to follow him around the drive to the left and over to the east side of the Manor where a large car park had been established specifically for limousines within a grove of oak trees. Ted parked and waived a polite "thank you," as the man left. He sat in the car park amidst the other drivers in their cars, some napping, some looking at their phone-screens, and some smoking outside their limos. Nobody seemed particularly chatty. He found the match on the radio and sat in the darkness.

#

Annette Brad and Shelby made their entrance. It seemed a hundred heads in the grand hall turned their way. Brad looked about the great hall in amazement. Staring back at him was a who's who of power, wealth, celebrity and pretty faces.. far too numerous to count. The fact that this assembled hive of the well-known was congregating for a sex party made this whole night seem like a cross between a London Tabloid piece and a Fellini film. A hand reached out and grabbed his; Annette's. She knew he was already star struck and that his mouth was hanging open like that of an exquisitely handsome codfish. She decided that moving him along briskly behind Shelby and her would be the least socially awkward thing to do.

"Darling," she said to him through clenched teeth while still smiling, "please do stop gawking at everyone as if you're seeing two dogs shagging for the first time." He did as she said and followed in her wake - and what a wake it was!

Annette stepped forward into the center of the great hall with her cubs but with all eyes really just following her; especially those of Anika. The hostess did something she hadn't done so far this evening. She broke ranks with her gorgeous strap hangers and fawning toadies whom had collected about her and stepped forward to meet the trio coming her way; instead of letting them come to her as she'd done with every other guest so far that evening.

With the red checkered marble floor of the grand hall beneath them the two tall slender women looked like a pair of queens on an immense chessboard preparing to engage; one statuesque blonde white queen and one slender elegant brunette black queen. They did engage, (after a fashion). As they met, they collided happily with outstretched arms, kisses to cheeks, and loud hysterical laughs amid shouts of warm greetings.

"Annette!" Anika shouted to her friend, "I was getting so worried when I didn't see you here earlier!"

"Oh now Anika," Annette replied as the two shared a warm hug, "you know I wouldn't miss this for the world!"

Anika's eyes beamed happily into those of her old friend and then moved across Annette's shoulder to Brad. He was standing slightly behind the boss, not saying much and looking tall; just as Annette had hoped for. Anika spun her old girlfriend around with her and with an arm over Annette's shoulder gawked shamelessly at Brad saying,

"Oh and I see you've brought your lovely piece Lad Candy that has a brain and a gift for conversation. It looks as though some barber did wonderful things with its hair." She looked him up and down; guessing that Brad looked good tonight partly because of Annette's taste in clothing, partly because she'd called in one of her hairdresser friends, and partly because of the delicious DNA floating around inside Brad himself. Her heart did a little pitty-pat but she didn't show it; she only leered with her cold blue eyes into his. She asked Annette if "It" was up for more conversations and illuminating discussions this evening.

"Oh it's quite talkative tonight Anika," Annette chimed in as she pushed her girlfriend forward to him, "it's had its nap and is feeling quite refreshed."

Anika extended her arms to Brad in grand embrace. He leaned forward to provide her with the customary cheek kiss and Anika; queen bee in her own hive snatched him by the chin and brought his lips to hers. She pulled back her snog with a tug on his lips and stared again into his eyes while hugging him dangerously close. She traced his strong cleft chin with her finger and then turned back to Annette saying,

"You never show up to a party without something for the hostess dear! I think I'll take my present later in the other room."

"Just remember Ani'," Annette chided, "it's a loaner, I need it back at the end of the night."

"Of course dear," Anika replied to her friend a tone dripping with equal portions of bitchiness and cattiness, "but I can't guarantee I won't scuff it up a bit." She spun her pretty little blonde head around and nipped Brad playfully on the chin for emphasis.

It didn't bother Annette. She didn't mind bite marks and dings on her toys; so long as she got them back when the play date was over. Anika's flirty rough-housing with Brad's chin and neck was interrupted by a slapping POP on her rump. She released Brad and spun around to see who in the hell had landed such a smart hornet-sting spank on her bum. Her hands then went on her hips in a display of mock chastisement and scorn as she beheld the coquettish pansexual pixie prankster Shelby; beaming up at the tall glamourous blonde with a cheeky smile.

"Shelby you wretched little brat," Anika shouted with outstretched arms that scooped the naughty little kitten up in an embrace, "get over here -you look beautiful as always. I love the new look of your hair by the way darling! It matches your puckish disposition!"

"Are Penelope and Wendy here tonight Anika?" Shelby asked staring up into the Scandinavian beauties' pale blue eyes.

"Oh they most certainly ARE my dear," Anika replied tweaking the girl's adorable button nose, "I have them setting up the bar in the ballroom behind us. You'll see them shortly enough." Shelby happily bounced out of the hostesses' arms and did a squeal of glee; clapping her hands like a kid who'd just heard there'd be a pony at the party! Anika then turned back to Annette.

"Your ringers and swords men have been arriving just as you promised."

"Well, I wouldn't want to be one to disappoint. Of course really truth be told; you can thank Brad here for rounding up all your gladiators for the evening. He ran my list from top to bottom and the lads were quite enthusiastic when they heard of the party!"

"OHHHH! That was awfully good of you Brad!" Anika said turning back to him only to spy another one of the ringers in question over his shoulder back at the entrance, "Oh and speak of the devil there is another one now!" Everyone turned as Dexter the tall black man from the from the night before at Anika's club entered the hall. He had an aura of perpetual confidence and good nature about him that followed him like a halo.

Anika shot him a friendly wave and he returned it with a bit of dash and panache; stepping grandly into the room and moving towards the hostess. Despite being a patron of Anika's clubs, Dex was actually one of Annette's old flames and a veteran of a multitude of her gang bang parties, (so it was only natural that the handsome man from the West Indies made it onto the ringer list); especially if he brought that large mahogany blackjack between his legs he was so famous for! As he approached Annette put her arm around Anika and whispered in her ear,