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Active Sissy Stories / Re: Failed and Faulty
« Last post by Nappysteve on Today at 05:59:39 AM »
Ok Apoligises to All. Won't happen AGAIN.Steve UK
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: Failed and Faulty
« Last post by BabyJay on Today at 05:27:19 AM »
Antonia, thank you for another delightful episode. I totally agree with you about the commercial aspect, that Author is now on my blacklist. I also feel sorry for Nappysteve and hope He finds comfort soon. Look forward to next episodes of Andy's demise into complete Babyhood.
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: Failed and Faulty
« Last post by SissyMichaela on Today at 05:05:54 AM »
Steve, this is NOT A DATING PORTAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: Failed and Faulty
« Last post by Nappysteve on Today at 04:27:15 AM »
Hi again any guys in UK into Terry Nappies, Plastic Pants, Rompers, dummy, bibs call me 077 140 34435. I am genuine AB guy. Text 1st if you want. Steve UK
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: Failed and Faulty
« Last post by Nappysteve on Today at 04:23:32 AM »
Antonia, thanks for this. My week-ends are spent in thick Terry Nappies, Plastic Pants, AB rompers, adult-size plastic bibs, bottles, dummy etc. So thanks for this update. It's 9.20am here in UK so it's times get out my thick Night-time Terry Nappies and Plastic Pants. And after shower I have double Terry Nappies and fresh Plastic Pants for after my shower. It will be another week-end in thick Terry Nappies and Plastic Pants etc. A must for AB guys. Please keep updating this story. Steve in UK
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: Failed and Faulty
« Last post by antonia on Today at 02:12:12 AM »
A brief comment. I shall not be selling my stories commercially, nor will I use this wonderful site to tease my readers with extracts that require payment to see the ending.
Thank you for all the wonderful feedback as it keeps me motivated!
Chapter 6
Andy felt almost joyful as he pulled the plastic pants up over his nappy. He felt safe and secure but there was something missing and it was the feeling known by any addiction. It was far worse than just a simple yearning, it was the fix needed by a smoker, the first drink of the day of an alcoholic. What was that desire that was eating in to him? His eyes scoured the kitchen, he saw bottle nipples in the steriliser, and they called out to him, but then his eyes fell on to a clear plastic box with a collection of brightly coloured dummies that had been cleaned and dried. He almost ran to the box, removed the lid and chose a bright pink soother. He had his doe-di, his comforter, his binkie, his pacifier - he knew it by so many names. How could this have happened? The silicon teat filled his mouth, the plastic guard completely covered his lips and it rendered any chance of speech impossible. He suc-ked it furiously and the anxiety of his failing escape seemed to diminish as the soother bobbed in and out.
He resumed his search for keys, for anything that might help him. Olivia’s white T-shirt barely covered the waist band of his plastic pants which rustled reassuringly as he searched every drawer and cupboard. His last six weeks of confinement in his cot had left him extremely weak and all the adrenaline fuelled activity had taken a huge toll on his stamina. Olivia had completely baby-proofed the house and he realised he was defeated. He picked up a nappy from the pile on the table, it felt so soft, so beautifully white and fluffy. He buried his head into its enticing embrace and breathed in its babyish fragrance, comforted by its feel on his cheek.
Clutching his new comforter to his cheek, he staggered back towards the stairs. He fell to his knees as his strength ebbed away. He crawled up the stairs and hadn’t the strength to stand back up. He continued his journey back to the nursery as a baby, he didn’t have the strength to be a toddler. He reached the cot and kneeled at the side of the lowered cot rail as if in prayer. He felt a discomfort in his stomach and then realised that he was about to soil his nappy, but for some reason this seemed perfectly normal, indeed it was almost comforting. He felt the back of his nappy being a resistance to his elimination and eventually a warm mass slumped out and to his horror the feeling brought him huge pleasure. He felt proud of what he had achieved.
His last effort was to haul himself back into his cot and cover himself in the soft woollen blanket. His eyes struggled to stay open but he quickly succ-umbed to slumber. The nanny cam in the teddy on the shelf watched Andy’s every move.
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Olivia was furious, her nanny had let her down badly and hadn’t even had the courtesy to call or explain her absence. She had ignored all her phone calls.
Thank you for all the wonderful feedback as it keeps me motivated!
Chapter 6
Andy felt almost joyful as he pulled the plastic pants up over his nappy. He felt safe and secure but there was something missing and it was the feeling known by any addiction. It was far worse than just a simple yearning, it was the fix needed by a smoker, the first drink of the day of an alcoholic. What was that desire that was eating in to him? His eyes scoured the kitchen, he saw bottle nipples in the steriliser, and they called out to him, but then his eyes fell on to a clear plastic box with a collection of brightly coloured dummies that had been cleaned and dried. He almost ran to the box, removed the lid and chose a bright pink soother. He had his doe-di, his comforter, his binkie, his pacifier - he knew it by so many names. How could this have happened? The silicon teat filled his mouth, the plastic guard completely covered his lips and it rendered any chance of speech impossible. He suc-ked it furiously and the anxiety of his failing escape seemed to diminish as the soother bobbed in and out.
He resumed his search for keys, for anything that might help him. Olivia’s white T-shirt barely covered the waist band of his plastic pants which rustled reassuringly as he searched every drawer and cupboard. His last six weeks of confinement in his cot had left him extremely weak and all the adrenaline fuelled activity had taken a huge toll on his stamina. Olivia had completely baby-proofed the house and he realised he was defeated. He picked up a nappy from the pile on the table, it felt so soft, so beautifully white and fluffy. He buried his head into its enticing embrace and breathed in its babyish fragrance, comforted by its feel on his cheek.
Clutching his new comforter to his cheek, he staggered back towards the stairs. He fell to his knees as his strength ebbed away. He crawled up the stairs and hadn’t the strength to stand back up. He continued his journey back to the nursery as a baby, he didn’t have the strength to be a toddler. He reached the cot and kneeled at the side of the lowered cot rail as if in prayer. He felt a discomfort in his stomach and then realised that he was about to soil his nappy, but for some reason this seemed perfectly normal, indeed it was almost comforting. He felt the back of his nappy being a resistance to his elimination and eventually a warm mass slumped out and to his horror the feeling brought him huge pleasure. He felt proud of what he had achieved.
His last effort was to haul himself back into his cot and cover himself in the soft woollen blanket. His eyes struggled to stay open but he quickly succ-umbed to slumber. The nanny cam in the teddy on the shelf watched Andy’s every move.
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Olivia was furious, her nanny had let her down badly and hadn’t even had the courtesy to call or explain her absence. She had ignored all her phone calls.
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: New stories from Dara Janey available on Kindle
« Last post by DaraJaney on Yesterday at 05:16:16 PM »
Here is the start of Princess Party:
Chapter 1
Gerry’s little sister, Audrey had been invited to a princess party for the eighth birthday of her friend Kylie. She was all dressed up in her Cinderella costume for the party which was being held at a specialised party venue about a 30 minute drive away in Kylie’s town.
His mother wanted to take the opportunity to do some shopping in the large mall in that town including getting a new uniform for Gerry, who would be starting secondary school after the summer holidays. So he was along for the ride.
When they arrived at the venue, Gerry was impressed by the three very attractive young ladies who ran the show. They were all dressed up in Disney character costumes and welcomed Audrey enthusiastically, telling her how pretty her dress was, getting her to twirl and curtsey and show off her costume. They were dropping her off early because his mother had an appointment at a kitchen showroom at the mall.
His mother excused herself to take a phone call. When she returned, she was quite flustered. “I’m afraid that I’m needed at work. The catering company has let us down at an event my company has organised this evening. I’ve got to go and help sort it out. I’ve got to fly there. There’s no time to drive. They’ve booked me on a flight from the airport near here.”
She looked at Gerry. “Can he stay here for the party? I don’t have time to drop him home.” The young women looked apologetic. “I’m afraid that these parties are strictly for girls only. We’ve had too many problems with boys behaving badly. Obviously, boys don’t tend to like this kind of dress-up party. Sorry, but it’s been made clear to all the parents.”
His mother looked at her watch. It was already going to be tight making her flight. She prided herself on being someone who could fix any problem – you just needed the right determination, and often in her experience money could solve most problems.
She reached into her bag and produced a £100 note. “There must be some way you can help.” The young woman dressed as Belle looked at the large note. This was more than she was due to earn for the day. “We have some spare costumes here, if we can dress him up convincingly as a girl, he can stay.”
“Great!” His mother handed her the note. “Wait! What?” Gerry protested. His mother was already heading to her car. “Have fun!” she smiled at Audrey. “Come on”, Belle took Gerry by the arm. Rapunzel and Elsa loved the idea of dressing the boy up.
Gerry was bundled into a room with a rail of costumes at the side. The women started selecting hangars. “Most of these are too small for him. It’s mostly younger girls we get for these events.” Gerry was speechless looking at the row of sissy costumes. There was no way he was wearing any of these!
“This Goldilocks costume is a larger size”, Belle was checking the label. She held it up to Gerry. “This might do it.” Elsa was already unbuttoning his shirt. “No please!” “Sorry but we don’t have much time. The guests are due to arrive in half an hour.”
The three women managed to get the bright yellow dress over his head and pushed his arms through the puffed sleeves. They pulled the dress down over him and he disappeared in a flurry of white petticoats. They quickly zipped it up. “No, stop!” But Belle was already reaching up under his dress and unbuckling his belt.
Gerry froze. Having a gorgeous young woman unbuckle his belt was only going to have one result. He felt it bulging in his trousers. The other two held his arms and Belle pulled his trousers down and they made him step backwards so she could pull them off.
“It’s a little short on him”, they observed. As Rapunzel tried to smooth his petticoats down they got flashes of his boxer shorts. Elsa produced a pair of white opaque tights. The other two sat him in a chair while she worked the tights over his feet, up his legs and over his shorts. “There we go!”. While Gerry was distraught about being dressed in a frock and tights, he was more worried that the young ladies would notice the effect of their close encounter with him.
They let him go. He looked around desperately for his shirt and trousers. They had already been spirited away. The ladies smiled at their handiwork and Audrey giggled as Gerry stood there stunned.
Chapter 1
Gerry’s little sister, Audrey had been invited to a princess party for the eighth birthday of her friend Kylie. She was all dressed up in her Cinderella costume for the party which was being held at a specialised party venue about a 30 minute drive away in Kylie’s town.
His mother wanted to take the opportunity to do some shopping in the large mall in that town including getting a new uniform for Gerry, who would be starting secondary school after the summer holidays. So he was along for the ride.
When they arrived at the venue, Gerry was impressed by the three very attractive young ladies who ran the show. They were all dressed up in Disney character costumes and welcomed Audrey enthusiastically, telling her how pretty her dress was, getting her to twirl and curtsey and show off her costume. They were dropping her off early because his mother had an appointment at a kitchen showroom at the mall.
His mother excused herself to take a phone call. When she returned, she was quite flustered. “I’m afraid that I’m needed at work. The catering company has let us down at an event my company has organised this evening. I’ve got to go and help sort it out. I’ve got to fly there. There’s no time to drive. They’ve booked me on a flight from the airport near here.”
She looked at Gerry. “Can he stay here for the party? I don’t have time to drop him home.” The young women looked apologetic. “I’m afraid that these parties are strictly for girls only. We’ve had too many problems with boys behaving badly. Obviously, boys don’t tend to like this kind of dress-up party. Sorry, but it’s been made clear to all the parents.”
His mother looked at her watch. It was already going to be tight making her flight. She prided herself on being someone who could fix any problem – you just needed the right determination, and often in her experience money could solve most problems.
She reached into her bag and produced a £100 note. “There must be some way you can help.” The young woman dressed as Belle looked at the large note. This was more than she was due to earn for the day. “We have some spare costumes here, if we can dress him up convincingly as a girl, he can stay.”
“Great!” His mother handed her the note. “Wait! What?” Gerry protested. His mother was already heading to her car. “Have fun!” she smiled at Audrey. “Come on”, Belle took Gerry by the arm. Rapunzel and Elsa loved the idea of dressing the boy up.
Gerry was bundled into a room with a rail of costumes at the side. The women started selecting hangars. “Most of these are too small for him. It’s mostly younger girls we get for these events.” Gerry was speechless looking at the row of sissy costumes. There was no way he was wearing any of these!
“This Goldilocks costume is a larger size”, Belle was checking the label. She held it up to Gerry. “This might do it.” Elsa was already unbuttoning his shirt. “No please!” “Sorry but we don’t have much time. The guests are due to arrive in half an hour.”
The three women managed to get the bright yellow dress over his head and pushed his arms through the puffed sleeves. They pulled the dress down over him and he disappeared in a flurry of white petticoats. They quickly zipped it up. “No, stop!” But Belle was already reaching up under his dress and unbuckling his belt.
Gerry froze. Having a gorgeous young woman unbuckle his belt was only going to have one result. He felt it bulging in his trousers. The other two held his arms and Belle pulled his trousers down and they made him step backwards so she could pull them off.
“It’s a little short on him”, they observed. As Rapunzel tried to smooth his petticoats down they got flashes of his boxer shorts. Elsa produced a pair of white opaque tights. The other two sat him in a chair while she worked the tights over his feet, up his legs and over his shorts. “There we go!”. While Gerry was distraught about being dressed in a frock and tights, he was more worried that the young ladies would notice the effect of their close encounter with him.
They let him go. He looked around desperately for his shirt and trousers. They had already been spirited away. The ladies smiled at their handiwork and Audrey giggled as Gerry stood there stunned.
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: Failed and Faulty
« Last post by sissy servant 737-820-633 on Yesterday at 12:02:39 PM »
Oh the mysteries that await. Words turn to graphics in my mind. very well written and the suspense is leaving me wanting MORE
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: His Aunt Nicole
« Last post by Simonssister on June 11, 2026, 04:04:32 PM »
Chapter 365.
Once Robyn and Frieda had left, Connie went to a cupboard at the end of the kitchen, reached up to the top shelf, and took down Tim’s confiscated phone. She soon found Jenny’s number. She stood thinking for a few moments, then called.
An anxious voice answered.
“Tim?”
“I’m sorry. Tim’s a little busy at present. I’m his present employer. My name’s Connie Brookshaw. You must be Jenny.”
“Yes, I’m Jenny. Is he…all right?”
“Oh, he’s fine. Great. I’m so happy he came to work for us. Look, I’m really sorry about having to restrict your contact. Had I known the situation, that you had only just started dating when he was snatched away from you, as it were, I would have postponed the contract for a couple of days. But an urgent job had come up, and in my haste I failed to ascertain all the facts. May I explain?”
“Please…”
“I don’t know quite what you’ve been told, but this is the position. I’ve hired Tim from ESDS, which you may have heard of - Ms Egerton’s mother is a director - and his present contract lasts for two weeks, covering both domestic and modelling work. We are essentially fashion designers. We work out of an isolated private house in the locality of Kennett, but the fashion industry… You wouldn’t believe how cutthroat it is. So many times we’ve had our designs leaked, and lost money. So we were forced to institute restrictions on the movement and communications of our employees. Do you understand, Jenny?”
“Y-yes, I think so…”
“Their contracts are short term, so there’s normally no problem. Unfortunately in this instance it seems the information was not transmitted to you in time. That’s totally my fault, and I apologise unreservedly. Now Tim is someone I trust implicitly, so I’ve decided in his case I will allow daily phone calls each evening of fifteen minutes duration. I know that’s not much, but it’s a privilege my co-directors would not normally allow me to extend to any employee. So I would ask you keep the concession absolutely confidential.
“Oh, of course! I wouldn’t say a word! I’m so grateful, Ms Brookshaw… Though… Can I tell my mum all this?”
“Of course. Ms Egerton holds both you and your mother in very high regard.”
“It’s really very kind of you…”
“Not at all. Tim is an asset to the firm. So what time would it be convenient for him to call?”
“Maybe…about nine?”
“Perfect. I’ll explain the rules to him. Well then…”
“Can you tell me what he does? And what’s the name of your company?”
“Oh, er, of course. So Tim is modelling various outfits. You would be aware of the recent shoot at Pitt’s Wood, in which we were also involved. On top of that he undertakes domestic services within the house, and keeps us all happy and, er, entertained. We call ourselves CFBM Couture. It’s just the initials of the four directors. You may not find us in any directories. We work very discreetly for the reasons I’ve already mentioned.
“Thank you. You’ve been very kind. I feel so reassured, and my mum will be relieved.”
“I’m so glad I could clear things up, Jenny. Well, I’ll ask Tim to ring you at nine. And every evening till his contract ends.”
Thank you again…”
“No problem. Bye for now, Jenny…”
“Goodbye, Ms Brookshaw…”
“Connie, please…”
“Goodbye then, Connie…”
“Bye dear…”
She took a deep breath.
“There. Sorted. All I have to do is to make sure Tim gets the story straight. Jenny sounds a bright girl. Tim should stick with her, not mess about with sexy little flirts like Kit. But how could he resist, when she pops up out of the blue like that, all neatly packaged up in glossy black latex?” She chuckled. “Naughty boy… I’d better see what’s going on out there…”
She opened the door and walked out. Bridget was outside waiting for her.
“That was a long call. Connie, someone needs to rescue Tim. Robyn had to go – her mother wanted her at ESDS. She said sorry, but if you need her later to pick up that girl just to give her a call.”
“Okay…
She held out her phone.
“Oh. I see…”
“She’s completely ignoring the rest of us. Rude little bitch. She’s already drunk another two glasses of the best Chablis.”
“She’s got good taste…in everything. Are there more pictures?”
“Oh yes. She’s been pawing him pretty much everywhere.”
“Good. Make sure no-one deletes any of them, will you?”
“Sorry?”
“You heard me. Now…”
Once Robyn and Frieda had left, Connie went to a cupboard at the end of the kitchen, reached up to the top shelf, and took down Tim’s confiscated phone. She soon found Jenny’s number. She stood thinking for a few moments, then called.
An anxious voice answered.
“Tim?”
“I’m sorry. Tim’s a little busy at present. I’m his present employer. My name’s Connie Brookshaw. You must be Jenny.”
“Yes, I’m Jenny. Is he…all right?”
“Oh, he’s fine. Great. I’m so happy he came to work for us. Look, I’m really sorry about having to restrict your contact. Had I known the situation, that you had only just started dating when he was snatched away from you, as it were, I would have postponed the contract for a couple of days. But an urgent job had come up, and in my haste I failed to ascertain all the facts. May I explain?”
“Please…”
“I don’t know quite what you’ve been told, but this is the position. I’ve hired Tim from ESDS, which you may have heard of - Ms Egerton’s mother is a director - and his present contract lasts for two weeks, covering both domestic and modelling work. We are essentially fashion designers. We work out of an isolated private house in the locality of Kennett, but the fashion industry… You wouldn’t believe how cutthroat it is. So many times we’ve had our designs leaked, and lost money. So we were forced to institute restrictions on the movement and communications of our employees. Do you understand, Jenny?”
“Y-yes, I think so…”
“Their contracts are short term, so there’s normally no problem. Unfortunately in this instance it seems the information was not transmitted to you in time. That’s totally my fault, and I apologise unreservedly. Now Tim is someone I trust implicitly, so I’ve decided in his case I will allow daily phone calls each evening of fifteen minutes duration. I know that’s not much, but it’s a privilege my co-directors would not normally allow me to extend to any employee. So I would ask you keep the concession absolutely confidential.
“Oh, of course! I wouldn’t say a word! I’m so grateful, Ms Brookshaw… Though… Can I tell my mum all this?”
“Of course. Ms Egerton holds both you and your mother in very high regard.”
“It’s really very kind of you…”
“Not at all. Tim is an asset to the firm. So what time would it be convenient for him to call?”
“Maybe…about nine?”
“Perfect. I’ll explain the rules to him. Well then…”
“Can you tell me what he does? And what’s the name of your company?”
“Oh, er, of course. So Tim is modelling various outfits. You would be aware of the recent shoot at Pitt’s Wood, in which we were also involved. On top of that he undertakes domestic services within the house, and keeps us all happy and, er, entertained. We call ourselves CFBM Couture. It’s just the initials of the four directors. You may not find us in any directories. We work very discreetly for the reasons I’ve already mentioned.
“Thank you. You’ve been very kind. I feel so reassured, and my mum will be relieved.”
“I’m so glad I could clear things up, Jenny. Well, I’ll ask Tim to ring you at nine. And every evening till his contract ends.”
Thank you again…”
“No problem. Bye for now, Jenny…”
“Goodbye, Ms Brookshaw…”
“Connie, please…”
“Goodbye then, Connie…”
“Bye dear…”
She took a deep breath.
“There. Sorted. All I have to do is to make sure Tim gets the story straight. Jenny sounds a bright girl. Tim should stick with her, not mess about with sexy little flirts like Kit. But how could he resist, when she pops up out of the blue like that, all neatly packaged up in glossy black latex?” She chuckled. “Naughty boy… I’d better see what’s going on out there…”
She opened the door and walked out. Bridget was outside waiting for her.
“That was a long call. Connie, someone needs to rescue Tim. Robyn had to go – her mother wanted her at ESDS. She said sorry, but if you need her later to pick up that girl just to give her a call.”
“Okay…
She held out her phone.
“Oh. I see…”
“She’s completely ignoring the rest of us. Rude little bitch. She’s already drunk another two glasses of the best Chablis.”
“She’s got good taste…in everything. Are there more pictures?”
“Oh yes. She’s been pawing him pretty much everywhere.”
“Good. Make sure no-one deletes any of them, will you?”
“Sorry?”
“You heard me. Now…”
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: His Aunt Nicole
« Last post by Simonssister on June 11, 2026, 07:22:43 AM »
Chapter 364.
Connie closed the door of the kitchen behind them.
“That girl… She’s amazing! Where did you meet her?”
“Actually at a club. A few months ago. She was wearing one of her outrageous outfits. Seriously aunt, I’m completely hetero, but I tell you, I fancied her like mad right from the off.”
“Have you…?”
“No. Not that I wouldn’t like to. But I don’t want to upset the apple cart. She has a steady girlfriend. Not that that would stop her, if I gave in to temptation. She may seem sweet and well-behaved, but I can tell you she has no inhibitions. None whatsoever. Have you seen the way she looks at Tim?”
“Yes, of course. I was rather hoping she might exploit his vulnerability a little. What’s the girlfriend like?”
“What’s she like?”
Robyn laughed. “You’d be surprised. Ditzy. Goth Lolita. Kit’s the boy in that relationship. She makes the running, all right. You wouldn’t believe the stuff they get up to…”
“I probably would. But what was it you wanted to talk about?”
“Ah. Yes. You’re not going to like this, I don’t think. You know Tim has a girlfriend? Apparently it’s recent – like as recent as a couple of days – and now she’s distraught because she hasn’t had a word from him, and Serena’s spun her some yarn about commercial secrecy, and the whole thing…”
“And so?”
“And so… Serena’s in a spot. She wouldn’t suggest anything like this to you, but the only solution she can see is for Tim to be allowed a quick call…”
“No way. You know my policy.”
“Yes, I do… The other thing she told me… She’s being pestered by Esther Shilling…”
“Esther? Really? Why?”
“Because she’s got a crush on Tim too, and she’s desperate to meet up with him again. She got a selfie with him at the wedding, and apparently she can’t get over him. Incredible, yeah? He dresses up in those silly little rubber hotpants and the girls are all over him like bees round a honeypot.”
“Oh, how funny! Little Esther. Imagine. Well, I haven’t seen her for a year, so I guess she’s not so little any more.”
“So shall I tell Serena no, or just not say anything?”
“Oh, tell her no. She knows the rules. I’m surprised her mother didn’t explain it to her.”
“Apparently she asked her mum, and it was her who suggested she have a word with me…”
“What? Whatever was she thinking? I can’t imagine… What benefit could possibly…”
She lapsed into silent thought for a few seconds.
“Wait a minute… I remember something we did years ago… Yes… I wonder…”
“What is it, aunt?”
“Okay. I’ll explain. Oh, I’m such a devious bitch. This is how it works. You foster this passionate, romantic attachment, relationship, whatever. First love or something. Powerful and jealous. Then you compromise one partner, and collect evidence. Maybe a slight thing, of no real significance. But that partner becomes terrified the other will find out. That partner will do anything – absolutely anything – to avoid exposure. Of course, you never do actually expose them, because then you'd have no further hold over them. But as long as they’re in that relationship, you effectively have them in the palm of your hand…”
She smiled grimly, and closed one fist. Even Robyn was quite taken aback.
“Isn’t that…like blackmail, though…?”
Connie ignored the remark. “And here we are, not only with Kit, the ravishing latex predator, but at the other end of the spectrum, the possibility of sweet little Esther Shilling, with her innocent teenage crush. Of the two I think I’d put my money on Esther. She’s the perfect instrument. Lovers can sometimes been forgiven for capitulating to a determined, sensual seductress, but a kid with a crush would be an outright insult. I’m sure what’s-her-name… Jenny, is it?” Robyn nodded. “I feel sure there’s nothing this Jenny would hate more than being usurped by some lovesick teenager Do you agree?”
“If you put it like that...”
“Right. Then I think I’ll make a call.”
“Okay.” Robyn made towards the door.
“No, darling…stay, please… Watch and learn…”
She picked up her phone and called a number.
“Hello? Mabel? How are you? It’s Connie – Connie Brookshaw. Yes! I’m fine, dear. I know. Probably nearly a year. Well, I do have an ulterior motive…”
“You can say that again,” murmured Robyn.
“I understand your Esther has been trying to get in contact with a boy she met at that wedding recently. Tim. Yes. Is she? Okay…” A pause. “Esther! Hi. How are you? Yes, that’s right. I do know him. What’s more, he’s living in my house for the next week or two. Yes! Yes, it is. I was wondering if… Yes, I was going to offer. What about tomorrow? You could stay all day if you wanted. Eat with us, get to know Tim a bit better… Okay, if it’s okay with your mum… Hi, Mabel. Robyn’s volunteered to collect her. Ten? Oh, earlier! Nine then. I bet she is. Okay, great. Let’s get together for a drink sometime soon. Sure. Great, yes. Okay, bye for now…”
She turned to her niece.
“See? Easy peasy. Be a dear and bring her over tomorrow. You can stay and watch the fun. Help me get a few snaps.
“Okay, aunt… I guess…”
Although Robyn herself had vaguely thought of some sort of trade-off, she was a little shocked by her aunt’s brazen duplicity.
“So you can tell Serena Tim will be allowed one call every evening from now on.”
“How kind of you, aunt…”
Connie ignored the sarcasm. “It is, isn’t it? What do you think? Fifteen minutes? Yes, that would be enough. Long enough for them to get all luvvie-duvvie, but short enough to keep them wanting more. But this Jenny will want an explanation. I’ll talk to her myself. Her number will be on Tim’s phone. I’ll do it later. No, maybe now…”
But she was interrupted by a knock at the door. It was Frieda, with a smirk on her face.
“What is it, Frieda?”
“That girl and Tim… They’re getting on so well… Thought you might be interested, so I managed to sneak a piccy.”
She held up her phone. Connie squinted at it. “Well, well… Fancy that. See this, Robyn? Just the sort of thing I was talking about. And it’s dropped straight into my lap!”
“Gosh… She didn’t waste any time…”
“Now, get out there and see if you can get more. Total discretion, naturally. Here, take my phone as well. Maybe hide it on the cabinet by the door and take a video. Go on, hurry. We don’t want to miss anything…”
Connie closed the door of the kitchen behind them.
“That girl… She’s amazing! Where did you meet her?”
“Actually at a club. A few months ago. She was wearing one of her outrageous outfits. Seriously aunt, I’m completely hetero, but I tell you, I fancied her like mad right from the off.”
“Have you…?”
“No. Not that I wouldn’t like to. But I don’t want to upset the apple cart. She has a steady girlfriend. Not that that would stop her, if I gave in to temptation. She may seem sweet and well-behaved, but I can tell you she has no inhibitions. None whatsoever. Have you seen the way she looks at Tim?”
“Yes, of course. I was rather hoping she might exploit his vulnerability a little. What’s the girlfriend like?”
“What’s she like?”
Robyn laughed. “You’d be surprised. Ditzy. Goth Lolita. Kit’s the boy in that relationship. She makes the running, all right. You wouldn’t believe the stuff they get up to…”
“I probably would. But what was it you wanted to talk about?”
“Ah. Yes. You’re not going to like this, I don’t think. You know Tim has a girlfriend? Apparently it’s recent – like as recent as a couple of days – and now she’s distraught because she hasn’t had a word from him, and Serena’s spun her some yarn about commercial secrecy, and the whole thing…”
“And so?”
“And so… Serena’s in a spot. She wouldn’t suggest anything like this to you, but the only solution she can see is for Tim to be allowed a quick call…”
“No way. You know my policy.”
“Yes, I do… The other thing she told me… She’s being pestered by Esther Shilling…”
“Esther? Really? Why?”
“Because she’s got a crush on Tim too, and she’s desperate to meet up with him again. She got a selfie with him at the wedding, and apparently she can’t get over him. Incredible, yeah? He dresses up in those silly little rubber hotpants and the girls are all over him like bees round a honeypot.”
“Oh, how funny! Little Esther. Imagine. Well, I haven’t seen her for a year, so I guess she’s not so little any more.”
“So shall I tell Serena no, or just not say anything?”
“Oh, tell her no. She knows the rules. I’m surprised her mother didn’t explain it to her.”
“Apparently she asked her mum, and it was her who suggested she have a word with me…”
“What? Whatever was she thinking? I can’t imagine… What benefit could possibly…”
She lapsed into silent thought for a few seconds.
“Wait a minute… I remember something we did years ago… Yes… I wonder…”
“What is it, aunt?”
“Okay. I’ll explain. Oh, I’m such a devious bitch. This is how it works. You foster this passionate, romantic attachment, relationship, whatever. First love or something. Powerful and jealous. Then you compromise one partner, and collect evidence. Maybe a slight thing, of no real significance. But that partner becomes terrified the other will find out. That partner will do anything – absolutely anything – to avoid exposure. Of course, you never do actually expose them, because then you'd have no further hold over them. But as long as they’re in that relationship, you effectively have them in the palm of your hand…”
She smiled grimly, and closed one fist. Even Robyn was quite taken aback.
“Isn’t that…like blackmail, though…?”
Connie ignored the remark. “And here we are, not only with Kit, the ravishing latex predator, but at the other end of the spectrum, the possibility of sweet little Esther Shilling, with her innocent teenage crush. Of the two I think I’d put my money on Esther. She’s the perfect instrument. Lovers can sometimes been forgiven for capitulating to a determined, sensual seductress, but a kid with a crush would be an outright insult. I’m sure what’s-her-name… Jenny, is it?” Robyn nodded. “I feel sure there’s nothing this Jenny would hate more than being usurped by some lovesick teenager Do you agree?”
“If you put it like that...”
“Right. Then I think I’ll make a call.”
“Okay.” Robyn made towards the door.
“No, darling…stay, please… Watch and learn…”
She picked up her phone and called a number.
“Hello? Mabel? How are you? It’s Connie – Connie Brookshaw. Yes! I’m fine, dear. I know. Probably nearly a year. Well, I do have an ulterior motive…”
“You can say that again,” murmured Robyn.
“I understand your Esther has been trying to get in contact with a boy she met at that wedding recently. Tim. Yes. Is she? Okay…” A pause. “Esther! Hi. How are you? Yes, that’s right. I do know him. What’s more, he’s living in my house for the next week or two. Yes! Yes, it is. I was wondering if… Yes, I was going to offer. What about tomorrow? You could stay all day if you wanted. Eat with us, get to know Tim a bit better… Okay, if it’s okay with your mum… Hi, Mabel. Robyn’s volunteered to collect her. Ten? Oh, earlier! Nine then. I bet she is. Okay, great. Let’s get together for a drink sometime soon. Sure. Great, yes. Okay, bye for now…”
She turned to her niece.
“See? Easy peasy. Be a dear and bring her over tomorrow. You can stay and watch the fun. Help me get a few snaps.
“Okay, aunt… I guess…”
Although Robyn herself had vaguely thought of some sort of trade-off, she was a little shocked by her aunt’s brazen duplicity.
“So you can tell Serena Tim will be allowed one call every evening from now on.”
“How kind of you, aunt…”
Connie ignored the sarcasm. “It is, isn’t it? What do you think? Fifteen minutes? Yes, that would be enough. Long enough for them to get all luvvie-duvvie, but short enough to keep them wanting more. But this Jenny will want an explanation. I’ll talk to her myself. Her number will be on Tim’s phone. I’ll do it later. No, maybe now…”
But she was interrupted by a knock at the door. It was Frieda, with a smirk on her face.
“What is it, Frieda?”
“That girl and Tim… They’re getting on so well… Thought you might be interested, so I managed to sneak a piccy.”
She held up her phone. Connie squinted at it. “Well, well… Fancy that. See this, Robyn? Just the sort of thing I was talking about. And it’s dropped straight into my lap!”
“Gosh… She didn’t waste any time…”
“Now, get out there and see if you can get more. Total discretion, naturally. Here, take my phone as well. Maybe hide it on the cabinet by the door and take a video. Go on, hurry. We don’t want to miss anything…”
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