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one.
Venetia's orgasm started first, making her pant for breath as she
tried to keep her mouth locked on Stephanie's cunt despite the
waves of feeling coursing through her. And this extra heat from
Venetia's mouth made Stephanie come too, making their breath harder
and hotter, setting up a chain reaction as they came together,
feeling the other's orgasm as much as each felt her own, a
shattering double orgasm wrenching through every nerve, every sense
of body and mind.
    Venetia rolled
Stephanie over and kissed her mouth, determined not to miss that
pleasure. Her juices tasted sweet on the mouth of this stranger, on
the mouth of Devlin's woman. The thought of Devlin sent a shudder
through Venetia. It was a shudder of pleasure certainly but there
was an element of pain too. She had not been told what Stephanie
meant to Devlin or what their relationship had been. But she knew
what was going to happen now, knew it better than anyone. She had
been through it herself. Through it and out the other side. An
experience she would never forget. Now she was Devlin's faithful
messenger, performing her tasks to the letter as she was obliged to
do. Now it was Stephanie's turn.
     
     

Chapter
Two
     
    At precisely
ten minutes to six on Friday the telephone on Stephanie's desk
rang. The receptionist, obviously highly amused by the situation,
judging by her suppressed giggles, informed Stephanie that a car
was waiting for her. Stephanie picked up the case, which had been
standing by her desk all day attracting admiring comments from
those in the know, and headed downstairs. The last hour had seemed
interminable. Now at last she was off.
    Outside a
surprise awaited her. Parked in front of the building was not the
Mercedes coupé but one of the largest black stretch Cadillacs
Stephanie had ever seen. Standing by the passenger door was not the
trim figure of Venetia, but a tall, powerful-looking man in grey
chauffeur's uniform and cap. As she approached he took the case
from her hand and opened the large rear door to the car.
    'Good evening,
madam,' he said formally.
    'Good
evening.' Stephanie got into the huge interior of the Cadillac and
settled down into the deep leather seat. The chauffeur, having
deposited the case in the boot, got into the car and immediately
pressed a control button to wind up the division between the
passenger compartment and the driver. Obviously talking to the
driver was not to be encouraged.
    In the back
Stephanie looked around the car. It had everything. Built into a
panel on each side of the backseat were controls for radio, air
conditioning, windows and electric seat adjustment. On one side, at
the back of the driver's seat, was a built-in cocktail cabinet, and
on the other, a unit containing a television and video recorder -
all this in highly polished walnut. There was a telephone mounted
on each side of the car. The carpet was deep-pile pure wool. The
suspension of the car matched the interior comfort; it seemed to
glide over the road as though suspended on a cushion of air.
    Suddenly the
television came to life and she saw the video recorder begin to
turn too. A picture appeared on the set. It was Devlin.
    'Sorry I can't
be with you in person. Business, I'm afraid. But I'll be waiting
for you at the lake. I'm so glad you could join me. Enjoy the
champagne.' The picture went blank and the recorder and television
were turned off, presumably by the driver.
    Stephanie saw
that there was a well at the side of the cocktail cabinet which
held a silver wine cooler with a bottle of Louis Roederer Crystal
champagne and a champagne flute all swathed in ice. Well, she
thought, might as well enjoy myself. She popped the cork and poured
herself a glass. Then she sat back, sipped at the delicious wine
and watched the people of the street fighting their way home. She
could see them perfectly through the windows of the car but they
could not see her as the windows were blacked out on the outside.
Occasionally at a traffic light