Chapter 12

‘The Best Deal in the Whole History of Best Deals’.

Sometimes you make a decision and then it slowly dawns on you that it may not have been your brightest idea.

Fern and Eloise were wondering if taking Granny Woodbine’s Elixir before being strapped down and having the velvet offering bags placed over their heads while their husbands went off in search of their drinking companions was a wise move.

“How long does he usually take?” asked Fern.

“Sorry?” replied the Bishop’s wife.

“How long does Kingsley usually take to find a group of men?” Mrs Starkapple asked again, this time raising her voice to compensate for the muffling effect of the bag.

“It depends on how well he does. Sometimes he finds half a dozen quickly. At other times it takes him hours to round up three.”

Fern enquired further: “And you don’t mind being left like this?”

“Not really, it adds to the sense of anticipation.

“But then again, I don’t usually have Granny Woodbine’s Elixir tormenting my fanny like this,” the Bishop’s wife added.

The Gruphoffs’ limousine pulled up in a side street off 8th Avenue. Marvin, the chauffeur, hopped out to open the door. After exiting, Herby held out his hand to assist Beryl. For a moment she thought about staying where she was but gave up the idea as futile.

They stood before a brightly lit shop that bore a sign proclaiming it to be an ‘ADULT BOOKSTORE’.

By the look of the scantily clad mannequins in the window, Beryl thought that books weren’t the only things they sold.

Taking her gently but insistently by the hand, Herby burst through the door. What looked like the proprietor came out from behind the counter.

“You Bruce? We spoke on d’phone earlier,” asked Herby.

“In person! You got d’fifty bucks?”

Herby handed the man something. “I wantcha to leave her in d’box and I will come back for her in four hours, you go’dat?

“You can use her any way you like but if anybody hurts her they’ll have to answer to me, capisce?”

“God’it,” said the man as he took a bunch of keys from his pocket and unlocked a wooden door to reveal a small dimly lit chamber.

“Joani, dis’lady is going to take over from you for four hours,” he said to a chubby red-headed fifty-something woman who was seated on a small stool inside. Her large brown nipples and extensive areolae were bursting out of a flimsy peephole bra. The crotchless knickers (which did nothing to hide her unkempt battleship greyish minge), suspender belt and stockings, all in various unrelated garish colours rather gave the impression that her fashion advisor may have been Widow Twanky. The white shoes looked vaguely like those favoured by Minnie Mouse.

“Thank frick for that, I ain’t seen nobody all night,” said the woman. As she brushed past them, she added, “I’m gonna go upstairs and make a few calls to some of the regular losers. Once I tell’dem it’s Amateur Night, word will soon get round and things should pick up.

“Den maybe I can catch up wid some of your ironing.”

“Dat’s a good wifey,” laughed the shop owner as the woman traipsed towards the back of the shop.

Beryl was pushed firmly through the door by Herby as he said to the proprietor, “I will be back in four hours, remember what I told’yer.”

With that he was gone. Reluctantly, the nervous Beryl plonked herself on the stool.

Before he closed the door, the owner said, “We often get men bring der missus here bu’da usually want to stay and watch. This is the first time a hubby has left one.”

Beryl answered, “He’s not ... like that. We ... I’m being punished. I’ve been a bad girl, evidently.”

“So, you’ve never done di’sorta thing before.”

“No, I have no idea what this sort of thing is even.”

“I thought you’wus dressed a bit glamorous for’dat type of wife. I’m gonna lock you in, then I’ll come round back and give you a lesson. You Australian?”

“No, English,” conceded Beryl.

Once the door was closed and locked, Beryl could just about make out red light appearing from various holes in the back wall. Her eyes slowly became accustomed to the lighting. After a few minutes, a stiff penis appeared through one of the apertures. This was accompanied by a loud voice saying, “What usually happens is, the customer pays me at the front and then I send’em round back here. If they’ve only paid for ‘the basic’, I leave these back lights red. This lets my Joanie know she’s gotta do a jerk and stuck off.

“You try it!”

Beryl adjusted her position on the stool before closing her fingers around the man’s dick.

“Good, I can feel your Weddin’ Ring. They luv’dat sort of thing.”

Before now, Beryl had felt incredibly nervous but tremendously horny. Now, she didn’t feel anywhere near as nervous. The strangeness of the situation did nothing to lessen her twitching fanny or her fizzing nipples or the insistent pulse in her still engorged clitoris. She’d never heard of people doing anything like this before. She couldn’t wait to tell Stanley.

The man on the other side of the wall pushed his hips forward to remind her that he was waiting. Beryl bowed her head slightly and slipped her glossy crimson lips over the head of his cock. Making a seal, she bobbed her head slowly. A groan came from the man.

After half a dozen journeys up and down, she was suddenly struck by a thought.

Beryl released the vacuum, lifted her head and asked, “And suppose your wife wants the customer to fuck her?”

“It don’t matter what she wants, it’s what the guy’s paid for. If he’s paid d’special rate, I turn the lights in here purple. After she’s sucked a bit she will turn around, bend over and reverse onto his dick. She don’t do it for pleasure, it’s just business.”