In a stall of the really rather splendid Ladies’ – pink marble fittings, with a tray of selected perfumes by the door – Lucy lifted her skirt and let Rob lift her, until she was wedged between him and the wall.
The sex was necessarily fast and frantic, but Lucy felt a bone-deep relief with each hard thrust Rob made inside her.
She felt him nudge the plug every time he plunged in, and the sinful sensation of double penetration sent her quickly and giddily to the brink of orgasm.
Which was where Rob particularly liked to keep her.
He stopped moving and stood, pinning her tight, quite still.
‘Noooo,’ she moaned, thrashing about against him.
‘Not yet,’ he whispered. ‘Naughty girl.’
‘Please let me come. Please.’
‘Patience.’ His hands, which were holding her at the meeting of buttock and thigh, pulled her bottom cheeks wider. She had to clench on to the plug, suddenly fearing that it might fly out. Not that that was likely to happen. The reminder of its presence made her feel small and humble and utterly submissive.
She knew this was what Rob was waiting for, and she prepared herself for the resumption of the engagement.
‘Now you can come,’ he said.
He drove into her hard and she needed little more of this treatment before she was seeing stars.
Satisfied, a little bruised and dripping with something other than her own juices now, Lucy put her panties back on and spritzed herself with a heady Versace scent before kissing Rob deeply and returning to the set.
Emma and Richard, both perfectly aware of what had just been done to her, gave her knowing looks. Emma’s eyes widened when she noticed the difficulty Lucy had in sitting back down.
‘You’re wearing a plug,’ she accused.
‘She is,’ confirmed Richard.
‘You lucky cow,’ said Emma wistfully. ‘Is it a punishment?’
‘Yes.’ Richard again.
Lucy both loved and hated how he never spared her an iota of shame or humiliation.
‘Aren’t you seeing anyone? You know, here?’ she asked.
‘Nothing serious. I don’t like to get involved. Peregrine’s been scratching the itch since he arrived, but that’s just a friendship, as you know.’ She sighed. ‘I do miss having someone who wants my submission, rather than just some submission.’
The director called ‘Cut’ and Celia, who by now was out of her pencil skirt and jacket with Tack between her thighs pretending to fuck her, stood up and said, ‘If my bum looks big in that shot I won’t be happy.’
‘It looks great, Celia, real cute and petite,’ Tack assured her.
But she was already off set, picking up her bag and marching towards the dressing rooms.
Peregrine drifted over, linen jacket slung over his shoulder.
‘That’s it for today. We’ll just wait for Tack and Celia and then I’ll lead the way to my not-so-humble abode.’
Peregrine was right about his abode being not-so-humble.
As Richard, Lucy and Rob followed his car up the driveway, each one exclaimed at the perfect setting and the giant swimming pool.
‘Pool party!’ cried Lucy.
‘I think she’s getting overexcited again,’ said Rob, and she calmed herself instantly.