Chapter 63: Fetish Un Fair

As it happened things worked out very well on timing for Brad. It allowed us to collect the present for the Emir just in time and without any of that difficult business of trying to cover up what you are doing. It's not often you can abduct a woman in broad daylight to the applause of a surrounding crowd.

Harry's team set things up. We found out that Hettie Van Voom was featuring at a forthcoming fetish fair, helping launch a new range of corsetry by compéring their catwalk show at the event. I put my "PR expert" hat on. We convinced the company that they'd get extra attention if a Hettie was "arrested" at the end of the show and taken away by a group of corset clad dominas. They thought it was an excellent plan. Hettie, they assured us, was a game girl; she'd be happy to go along with it. We said we could supply the ideal girls to do it. They agreed to let us have the costumes.

Tricia, Eva and a couple of others from Harry's team weren't so easy to convince. "We're going to be wearing WHAT?" said Tricia, when the idea was first mooted. "This is just some way you and Harry can get your rocks off, isn't it?"

I tried to reassure her but she didn't sound as though she really believed me. It was only after Harry had run through the whole plan and the background to Hettie, the target, that she agreed to do it.

I got to the fair in plenty of time. After my encounters with Kelly it was interesting to see what an industry had sprung up around the needs and wants of the fetish crowd. I was looking on one stand at a selection of bondage toys that showed every bit as much ingenuity as some of the things in Rick's Prep Centre when I saw her. Kelly was talking animatedly with a couple of other girls, all three dressed in black PVC Basques, high heels and stockings as they wandered between the stands. I didn't think it was smart to get spotted, given what we had planned for later, so I slipped away behind the stand, backing into the one place where I could be confident she wouldn't find me; the gents washroom. I gave her a few minutes to get clear and then emerged. Luckily she'd gone.

I joined the throng of people around the stage as the corsetry fashion show was about to start. The company's sales manager was doing his initial chat but after only a few moments he said, "And now ladies, gentlemen, slaves and masters or mistresses, devotees of the bizarre and fetish enthusiasts, please welcome the sensational Hettie Van Voom!"

The crowd applauded wildly. Hettie walked out Dressed in a 1950's style shirt waister dress with a widely flared skirt. It was yellow with black polka dots. So were the high heeled shoes she wore with it. Her sunglasses were perched atop a platinum blonde head of hair set rigid in a lacquered bouffant style. She stepped confidently down the catwalk. Waved to the audience. Looked thoughtful for a moment and said, "Oh, it's so hot in here." The audience cheered.

With that she stripped off her dress to even more enthusiastic applause revealing a corset, bra and pants beneath in the same yellow and black polka dot fabric. Thick suspenders held up fully fashioned stockings. Her bra was boned and wired to produce both an extravagant cleavage and an unnaturally conical breast line. She smiled and waved again and took her place at the podium.

"Hello everybody," she called. "It's so lovely to see you!"

The audience called back as one. "Lovely to see you too, Miss Van Voom."

Hettie giggled and began her presentation. "A marvellous selection of corsetry, lingerie and playwear," she said. "Let's see the first model..."

The show began to the sounds of a series of fifties pop tracks, the models stepping forward, and showing a range of exciting corsets in every fabric imaginable. The crowd seemed impressed with what they saw. Hettie was doing a good job of keeping the enthusiasm going.