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"If you make any untoward moves Ms Dixon this pistol is likely to go off," he grunted as he tugged at her skirt.
He managed to get her skirt down to her knees and then he pulled her panties down her thighs. She was wearing hold-up stockings and her pert white buttocks were unprotected.
"I'm going to enjoy this," Lord Edward grunted as he kicked her heels as far apart as far as her skirt would allow and began to push his engorged cock against her sphincter.
Gillian had not expected to service any clientele today so she was not lubricated and Edward had difficulty trying to enter her. He kept the gun on her as he spat on his hand rubbed spittle on his bloated penis.
Gillian screamed as he thrust his way inside her; it felt like she was being ripped apart.
And then Lord Edward Beaumont screamed just as loud. Gillian had felt him ejaculate and thought that the scream was a cry of pleasure but then he screamed again and his cock slid out of Gillian's anus and he dropped the gun and fell on top of her.
Gillian felt every blow as Cecelia Flick repeatedly stabbed Lord Edward in the back with the silver letter opener that she held clenched in her fist.
Lord Edward's body fell to the floor and Cecelia leapt on him, raising the letter opener to stab him again.
Gillian caught Cecelia's wrist in a vice-like grip and prevented her from doing so.
She prised the weapon from Cecelia's fingers, which had now become pliant and limp. She pulled Cecelia to her feet.
Cecelia was in shock; almost comatose. Gillian shook her and slapped her face to bring her around.
"Take the gun. Go back to your workroom and shower. Do it quickly. Get dressed. Put the gun in your purse and go home and hide the gun somewhere safe," Gillian said succinctly and evenly.
"Do you understand?" Gillian shook her again but not as violently this time.
"Do it. Do it now. Don't say a thing to anyone understand?" Gillian used her authoritative tone.
Cecelia responded to her mistresses' voice.
She nodded.
"Say it!" Gillian shook her again.
"Yes mistress," she said meekly.
Gillian handed Cecelia the gun.
"You have fifteen minutes," her tone was soothing.
Gillian adjusted her clothing, closed and locked the door, and poured herself a gin and tonic. She watched Cecelia leave through the front door on the security camera. She drank two more gin and tonics and smoked as many cigarettes until she was sure that Cecelia was well clear of Fleur de Lis. Then she picked up the handset and dialled nine-nine-nine.
"You had better send the police to the Fleur de Lis Club on Gloucester Road in Kensington. There has been an incident," Gillian hung up the phone and lit another cigarette.
The End
Author's note. Personally I think this is my best story yet although it has drawn very few comments. i'd be interested in what you think readers xxx Michele
- COMMENTS
Anonymous7 months agoI love the way you build I p characters and create a storyline with erotica to support the story rather than it just being about the sex.
Masterredbarronabout 3 years agovery good just not your usual story but I found that a good thing. Your writing is excellent I have almost read all your stories XXX
Toby_dogabout 3 years agoThe story was very well written. Many readers to this site, don't understand that this is erotica, not smut. It is the story that makes the sex stand out, not the other way around. I have read several of your stories and have enjoyed all of them. Like me, I hope you continue to write. I will look forward to them all.
Anonymousover 4 years agoI have been a fan of Michele’s for decades, as I dfind her stories have a real plot, some interesting characters and usually an innocent submissive protagonist. This time, she expands her repertoire adding a femme fatale to the mixture.
Of course I have to admit that in addition to thinking she is a darn good author the other reason I read every single one of her stories is that I had , about 5 years ago, spent the time to look Michele up and visit her several times in her apartment in Australia. Needless to say she is delightful in person, a sharp dresser, and very very accommodating, if you know what I mean. I left determined to continue to read her work as it is published, and, someday to pay her another, strenuous and rewarding visit
Anonymousover 4 years agoSorry I don't usually comment but wanted to let you know I loved the story.
