Perfect Slave by Becky Bell Page A

said over dinner, that Laurie was responsible for enforcing discipline. If the ‘training’ Charles Hawksworth had talked about was conducted at the manor, it looked as though Laurie would be on hand to supervise. She handed her the keys. The brunette put them into a small black handbag at the side of her seat.
    â€˜What are you wearing?’
    â€˜Just this dress and the shoes,’ Andrea said. ‘That’s what I was told.’
    â€˜Take them off.’
    â€˜What?’
    â€˜You heard. Get on your knees and take them off.’
    â€˜Can’t I wait until we get to the house?’
    â€˜Andrea, I thought it had been explained to you. You are here to obey. That’s all. If you do not wish to do as you’re told I’ll get George to turn around and take you home. It’s as simple as that. Now I will not ask you again.’
    In Andrea’s mind she had seen herself alone with Charles Hawksworth, alone as they had been on Saturday night. But clearly Laurie was acting on his orders, and if she wanted to see him again she had little choice but to obey. She looked at the driver. He was paying no attention to her, but there was no doubt he would be able to see everything in the rear-view mirror.
    Andrea slid to her knees. The spacious floor of the stretch Mercedes was covered in thick carpet. She unbuttoned the dress and reluctantly pulled it off, her breasts quivering. The car came to a halt at a set of traffic lights and she saw people on the pavement peering in, trying to see through the opaque black glass; if the car carried some notable celebrity. Fortunately, Andrea knew, all they would be able to see was a reflection of their own faces.
    The car pulled off again.
    â€˜Now your shoes,’ Laurie said, her voice betraying no emotion.
    Andrea slipped her shoes off.
    â€˜I want you to kneel on all fours facing front.’
    Again Andrea saw no alternative but to obey.
    â€˜Open your knees, girl. I want to take a good look at you.’
    This was not what Andrea had imagined her journey would be like. She’d imagined herself sitting in the luxurious car drinking champagne and enjoying the anticipation of what Charles Hawksworth would do to her when she got to the manor. She had not expected to be kneeling naked at Laurie Angelis’ feet, being made to obey her every command.
    But as she eased her knees apart, intensely aware of the fact that in this position her sex was completely exposed, she felt a strong stab of excitement.
    The car had stopped again. This time Andrea could see the chauffeur’s eyes looking at her in the rear-view mirror. She wondered how many times he had seen such a spectacle.
    â€˜Do you shave?’ Laurie asked.
    â€˜No.’
    â€˜In future you will address me as Ms Angelis.’
    â€˜Yes, Ms Angelis.’ For some reason that litany produced another sharp pang of arousal. She felt her nipples stiffening.
    â€˜Not much hair.’
    Andrea heard the rasp of nylon as Laurie uncrossed her legs. Slowly she extended her foot. The black leather toe of her boot ran up the inside of Andrea’s thigh until it was touching her labia. Andrea shuddered. A woman had never touched her so intimately before.
    â€˜Turn around.’ The foot dropped away.
    Andrea turned as the car pulled away from another set of traffic lights.
    â€˜I can see why he wants you,’ Laurie said. She reached forward with her right hand and cupped Andrea’s breast. Her dark-blue fingernails tweaked her nipple. ‘Have you ever been with a woman?’
    â€˜No.’
    â€˜No what?’ Laurie snapped.
    â€˜No, Ms Angelis.’
    â€˜How interesting. Mr Hawksworth likes to watch, did you know that? He likes me to entertain him. I think I shall enjoy entertaining him with you.’
    â€˜What?’ Andrea exclaimed.
    â€˜Hadn’t you thought about that? Obedience is obedience, Andrea. You have to do what you’re told, whatever it may