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MISTRESS OF BONDAGE
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PART I
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Sue placed her coffee cup back on her saucer with a sharp crack
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and rubbed her eyes vigorously. Reading for a long period of time
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always made her eyes hurt and the miniscule print of the Sunday Times
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was even worse. She flicked a lock of auburn hair away from her face
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and picked the paper up off the table to make sure her exhausted eyes
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had not deceived her. Then she lounged back in the sofa and reread the
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advertisement for the third time.
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"Five thousand pounds." She whispered hesitantly as though the
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figures would disappear from the page should she speak too loudly.
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"Five thousand pounds for less than three months work." Sue would have
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discarded the whole thing as rubbish had it not been offered by a very
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prestigious London firm, well known for integrity and
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professionalism. She made two large rings on the paper with a red felt
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pen and rose from the couch.
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The sun hit her from the left as she opened the french doors and
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walked out onto the balcony of her London flat. Her lovely face broke
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into a smile and she threw her arms back to go into a firm stretch that
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might shake the cobwebs loose.
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"You'll have the coppers on your tail if you keep that up, luv,"
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Harry chirped from the street down below. He was getting into his car
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but had paused to admire the view.
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"Honestly!" Sue said, smiling down at her handsome neighbor. "You
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British guys get more thrills from a girl in a nightgown and a pair of
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panties than one in a bikini." She was really fond of her neighbor.
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She moved over to the railing and rested her elbows on it.
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"On you way to work?"
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"Yeah, if I still have a job. They probably gave it to someone else
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at 8:01 this morning. How's the Duchess?"
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"Still asleep." Sue replied. "How late did you keep her out last
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night?"
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"Miss Hart, such a question a lady does not ask and a gentleman does
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not answer." Sue cocked her eyebrow at him. "Two o'clock," Harry said
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and they both laughed heartily.
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"Well, there'll be none of that when we go to work." Harry's face
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brightened even more than usual at the news that Terry and Sue had found
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summer employment. The girls had arrived in the U.K. last fall to spend
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a year studying at one of the more fashionable girl's schools and he had
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grown very close to them. Near the close of the last semester, financial
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disaster has struck when they wrecked a lease car and had not taken out
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the proper insurance.
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"That's just marvelous, Sue but why would they pay five thousand
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quid for tour guides at an old castle?" Harry asked when she had
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explained the advertisement.
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"Well, there must certainly be more to it than that, but Terry and I
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certainly fit the requirements." Sue continued. "They're looking for
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young, attractive, intelligent girls with athletic abilities and
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adventuresome spirits." Harry grinned and winked at her. "So'm I luv,
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except they needn't be all that intelligent," he quipped. "I really need
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to push off, Sue. Good luck on those jobs. Tell the Duchess I asked
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about her."
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Sue went back into the living room, grabbed the paper and bounced in
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to Terry's bedroom. Terry's generous mane of blonde hair sprouted
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elegantly from the inert lump under the covers. Once she had opened the
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drapes, Sue sat on the bed and nudged her friend on the shoulder.
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"Wake up, Terry," she said, "we have an answer to our problems."
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Within a few seconds, Terry had turned over, sat up with a chirpy "good
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morning" to her friend, and was peering intently at the Sunday Times
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advertisement.
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"Boy, Sue," she said, glancing up merrily at her friend, "when you
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wish for something, you do it right!" Sue laughed and watched as Terry
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continued reading. The lovely blonde was one of those rare girls who
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could roll out of bed and onto the cover of a high fashion magazine with
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nothing more than a toss of her hair. Terry soon came to the same
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question that Harry asked earlier. It just seemed like too much money
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for too little work. She was not really concerned, just inquisitive.
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She knew that Sue probably had things pretty well figured out.
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"The way the ad reads, they put on more of a show than a tour.
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I don't know exactly what they want, but I'm sure we can handle it." Sue
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was always so confident.
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"But why are you so sure we'll get the jobs, Sue," asked Terry.
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"Surely they'll get hundreds of applications."
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"Read the qualifications, Duchess. They're talking about us."
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Sue's eyes narrowed and lost some of their earlier glint. "Besides, we
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just have to get the jobs." Terry reached out to touch her shoulder.
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"Sue, we've been best friends since we were fourteen. You've pulled
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my buns out of the fire a hundred times and Daddy knows it. He'll pay
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for the damn car."
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"Terry, he's already paid for the most exciting year of my life and
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all I had to do was to keep a lid on you while we were over here." Sue
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was almost in tears. "Now just look how I repay him."
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"Come on, Sue," Terry replied, "your friendship is the best thing
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that ever happened to me. You don't owe me or my father anything.
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Besides, it wasn't your fault the road was so slippery. Now would you
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hug me before I start crying too!"
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They embraced each other tenderly and then Terry picked up the paper
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again. They both agreed that the job sounded exciting and that they
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would make application for it right away. Sue extracted the photo album
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from the nightstand and thumbed through it as she moved toward the door.
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"What are you looking for?" Terry asked as she threw off her
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covers.
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"That picture your brother took of us that summer when we taught
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gymnastics at camp. They want girls who are athletic and attractive and
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you have to admit that those leotards didn't hide much. We never looked
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better. That's the picture I want to send to those people."
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Terry watched her friend's buttocks shift erotically under her
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panties as she walked absently through the door. "I swear, Sue, the next
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time I hug you I'm going to give you a long, juicy kiss right on that
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beautiful mouth of yours." She sighed and then rose to begin her day.
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"Mr. Carney?" Lady Miranda Thorne's voice hung in the telephone so
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softly as to be nearly inaudible, but Lawrence Carney had become accustom
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ed to it. He had never seen her in the last six years that he and his
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firm had handled her business affairs, but her thin, wispy voice over the
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telephone had been worth thousands. For that reason, he was always glad
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to hear from her even if she was a trifle unnerving.
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"So nice to hear from you again, Lady Miranda, what can I do for
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you?" Her reply caused him to snatch his glasses from his face and throw
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them on the desk. "But you can't have made your decision so soon, Lady
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Miranda. That first batch I sent you had but nine applications.
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I posted dozens more only an hour ago. They should reach you the day
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after tomorrow." He was dumbfounded.
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"Notwithstanding your herculean efforts, Mr. Carney, I'm irrevocably
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conviced that Miss McArdle and Miss Hart will be perfect for my
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situation. Please issue suitable instructions and have them here by
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three o'clock this afternoon." Lady Miranda had a habit of expecting the
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impossible.
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"This afternoon?" Carney almost shouted into the phone. "But,
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they'll have to release their flat, or sublet it or something, and then
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there's..."
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"I know what you can do, Mr. Carney," she replied, "three o'clock
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please."
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<TO BE CONTINUED>
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