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    “Do you think she deserves to come yet?” he asked Councillor Trewin politely. “I’ll leave the decision up to you.”
    He snuffled gleefully, his hands all over her bottom, enjoying its warmth and fullness. “She obviously wants to,” he observed. “And she has been a good little whore. What say we let her come, then we take turns to fuck her arse?”
    And this is what they did. Charles manned the dildo while Trewin flicked her clit and tugged at the little chains on her nipple clamps, combining pleasure and pain to that degree of perfect unison she always needed. She screamed into the gag, coming all over the dildo and the butt plug and Trewin’s fingers, hearing from a distance Charles’ laconic running commentary. “Slut…needs it constantly…comes up to eight times a day…never known a whore like it…”
    Then she was untethered, unclamped and bent back over the whipping bench while first Trewin and then Charles sodomised her. For a finale her pussy was fucked by the other three while she lay back on the examination table with her legs over each respective man’s shoulders.
    And finally her exhausted body was wrapped in a soft woollen robe and permitted to kneel at Charles’ feet with a glass of brandy while he stroked her hair and talked business with his cronies.
    “So it’s Tuesday night, then?” he asked Trewin. “In the council chamber?”
    “Yes,” said Trewin, yawning. “I don’t think you’ve anything to worry about. The license is yours for the taking.”
    “Our opponents?”
    “Paid off or persuaded to accept the decision. There’ll be letters to the local rag, no doubt, and a few religious types might protest. Nothing we can’t handle.”
    “Planning committee?”
    “In hand. Look, Laura’ll be wondering what’s keeping me so late. I should get going.”
    “Of course. Do you want to take the slut home, or shall I?”
    “Well…” He hesitated, looking down at Michelle, though she knew better than to meet his eyes. “Yeah. Okay, I’ll drop her off. Fairview, yeah?”
    “Fairview,” confirmed Charles. He helped her to her feet and led her over to the office, Trewin following them while the other three chatted among themselves.
    “You did well tonight,” he told her, putting the trashy plastic mac over her sore and naked body. The unlined PVC was cold against her throbbing nipples, bringing both pain and relief from pain. “I am proud of you.” He kissed her forehead, then turned her over to Trewin and retreated silently back into the main room.
    “Well, come on, then,” said Trewin briskly, heading out and down the stairs. He noticed that she was slow to negotiate the steps, a combination of stilettoes and muscular aches, and doubled back to take her hand. “You know, I don’t even know your name. I suppose you have one?”
    “Michelle,” she told him, knowing that the part of the night she dreaded most was coming up.
    The long walk past the punters and the girl in the change booth, who stared unabashedly, was as bad as ever. I know they all think I’m a prostitute. Perhaps I am a prostitute. Perhaps it’s right that they should see me as such. I could always comfort myself before with the idea that I was Charles’ exclusive call girl, on his payroll and also in his heart…but I can’t think that now, can I? Trewin is my owner too.
    Back in her suite at the top of the Fairview, Trewin made Michelle suck him off before he bade her a polite good night and returned to his six-bed detached villa on the best road in town.

Chapter Four
    “You have a family crisis.”
    Flipp’s heart switched modes, from the flush-inducing hammering Rocky’s sudden appearance had produced to a high jump into her mouth. She stared, somewhat manically, at his figure on the other side of the Perspex.
    “What…I don’t. What do you mean?”
    “If you don’t have one now, you need to make one up. I’m serious. Cordwainer is going to offer you double time to waitress