Room 2D

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Story from New Blushes 2.20 It was happening now. Or about to. She felt her legs trembling. Her heart thudding. The bad dream. The nightmare. Now. The people were there in the other room. Mr Fenner’s lounge. You could hear a vague buzz of voices. His guests. Invited for the show. And she was to be the show. Mr Fenner had brought her here to the bedroom, where he had taken their coats and draped them on the bed. But it was the other things on the bed, with the coats… ‘Get everything off and put that on,’ Mr Fenner had instructed her in his firm, no-nonsense voice. ‘And no messing about.’ ‘That’ was a stripper’s outfit. A brief, sexy pair of red-and-black bikini knickers. A narrow-strapped black suspender belt. Black stockings. And the other things that Mr Fenner had held up to her. Nipple tassels. ‘They stick on,’ he said, grinning. She had to undress and put those awful things on. And then go in there, in the lounge, ...

The concluding part, from Blushes 36 The white-framed French window reflects in the bright afternoon sun blue sky, fluffy white clouds and a segment of the garden. A mature beech tree in its later summer foliage to the left and across the centre the high privet hedge. Together with this reflection, like a double-exposed film, is what is inside the French window. A chintzy stuffed armchair to the right and to the left and partially in the image of the beech tree is a girl. Looking out with what seems a wistful or unhappy expression. She is in a light-coloured blouse and a short, tight red skirt. Below the skirt her attractive legs are bare. Her feet are in white ankle socks and white low-heeled shoes. These shoes are the same ones… From somewhere in the house there is a faint  brr… brrr…  of a telephone. And a man’s voice. The girl at the window turns and disappears. She enters. The phone is still ringing. On a table some six feet from where Mr Winder is seated reading his ...