Room 2D

The second of three parts from Blushes 30 Shaking. Her knees. They wouldn’t keep still. And her bottom. Still a bit like an electric fire throwing out heat. The memory. Don’t think. But you couldn’t help thinking. Mr Bayton. And then those others. Clients. The bank’s clients. The two men, she couldn’t remember their names. Hadn’t taken them in because her bottom had been absolutely scorching when they had arrived and she had been introduced. ‘Our new young lady. Susan Maybury.’ In her awful bum-revealing outfit. With her bum bearing red marks from Mr Bayton’s cane. The two men and Mr Bayton. Having to make tea and take it in there. And… sort of stand for inspection. Her bottom. And everything else. ‘A lovely girl, Mr Bayton. A very lovely figure… and I trust she is going to be a reliable young lady.’ There had been approving comments regarding those red marks on her bottom. ‘Yes, she’s had her first taste,’ from Mr Bayton....

The start of a story in three parts from Blushes 30 ‘Induction, Miss Maybury. The bank’s induction course. Someone must have mentioned it?’ The grey-green eyes widened, blank. No. Unless someone had but she hadn’t taken it in. There was so much to learn when you had just started, at times it seemed  impossible  to take it all in. ‘I… don’t think so, Mr Bayton.’ Slightly apologetic. Well, when you had only been there less than a week and were keen to make a good impression. She couldn’t remember… pretty cheeks flushing ever so slightly. ‘Not to worry, Miss Maybury. There’s a lot to remember right at the outset. But the induction course is necessary if you’re to go over to the dealing side. We have to be ultra-cautious these days. What with all these insider dealing scares. You know what I mean.’ Not really. She read the papers of course but it didn’t always mean too much. But no doubt she would learn. Mr Bayton had a...

Photo-story from Janus 95 featuring Lucy Bailey as Juliet Tessler. Juliet Tessler was quality. From the top of her sleek blonde hair to the tips of her patent black court shoes she oozed efficiency. The secretary supreme. Except that the last two firms she had worked for had gone down the tubes and she had been job-hunting for eight months. The recession was biting everyone. This interview with one Nicholas Dickson whom she presumed might vulgarly answer to the name of Nick, was one in a long line of similar encounters. It was a buyers’ market, and she had been made to realise, with a bitterness bordering on contempt, that those doing the purchasing were not always able to recognise class. ‘Well, Miss Tessler,’ he was saying, ‘I’m impressed with your CV, but you’ll have to do a typing test’ Juliet almost yawned. From his strong-voiced, no-nonsense intonation she guessed he came from common stock. Unlike herself, of course. She adjusted her Nina Ricci scarf, stood proudly u...