Room 2D

From Blushes 20 Finally out of the frustrations of London’s traffic and onto the M1, the chauffeur breathed an almost audible sigh of relief and put his foot down. Only almost audible because a chauffeur in the Ministry was trained to be silent, virtually invisible. Almost a part of the vehicle itself. And in any case he was separated from the rear seat by a glass partition. The big black Daimler sped north. In the soft leather of that capacious rear seat Mr Strangeway put his papers away with a thoughtful ‘Hmmm’. Then put his hand on the thigh of his young (and female) companion. ‘Bloody bumph, Miss Wareham. But top secret bloody bumph of course. Now then where was it you said you were at? St Monica’s? And then Newley at Oxford?’ The young and female companion said ‘Yes sir.’ Hilary Wareham was 21 and only six months out of Oxford. Six months of basic training in the Ministry and now chosen by Mr Strangeway as his Personal As...

Photo-story from Janus 102 featuring Amanda King, continuing on from the  previous story  in Janus 101. Pretty Brenda Watkins yawned, pushing a cloth over a grubby set of dials. Sunday morning, and back down in this grim place again. She had slept badly, tormented by dreams of the exhausting, painful and humiliating experiences endured here yesterday. Voluntarily, too! But if that had been awful, today promised to be hell. Quite simply, Brenda wanted to keep her audio typing job in the office four floors above. She wasn’t very good at it, but it gave her pride and a sense of belonging. A good report from the caretaker, Mr Tubbs, for this weekend cleaning ordeal she had agreed to undertake was vital if her boss, Mr Meldrum, was not to fire her for incompetence, as he had often threatened. Basically Brenda Watkins was a good girl, who did as she was told without thinking too closely about it. By nature mild and a...