Her World of Submission. Justine Elyot
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did it go?’ he asked politely.
‘What?’
‘Your friend – did you call her?’
‘Oh … yes. She was a bit distracted though. How about you?’
‘Success. My friends at the BDSM club know the very people to play our body doubles. And I’ve decided to invite them down for a couple of days over New Year. What do you think? A bit of a party perhaps.’
I wasn’t sure what to think. What kind of party would four kinky people have? It all sounded rather alarming.
‘Not that kind of party,’ he said, seeing my ambivalence and putting a hand on my arm. ‘Unless …’
‘I don’t think so,’ I said hastily. ‘So, who are the people? Actors? Or just kinksters?’
‘Both, as it happens,’ he said, escorting me into the drawing room with a hand between my shoulder blades. ‘The woman is very experienced; she’s done a lot of spanking movies, reputable ones, plus she’s got an Equity card from being in the chorus line of a couple of shows.’
‘Does she look like me?’
‘From behind, I daresay she might,’ said Jasper with a grin. ‘She’s blonde, apparently, but we’ll get her a wig.’
‘And the man?’
We sat down together. Jasper put his feet up on a low table and clasped his hands behind his head.
‘A new talent, I’m told,’ he said. ‘Russian. Very popular at the club and he’s had quite a few bit parts. You know the kind of thing. “Eastern European patient” on Casualty and so forth. Nothing big yet, but he hasn’t been in the UK that long.’
‘Russian? Wow.’
‘He’s called Dimitri.’
I stiffened a bit, thinking this was something of a coincidence.
Jasper noticed.
‘What? Do you know him?’
‘No … just … my friend said she had a new boyfriend called Dimitri. Also Russian. From Moscow.’
Jasper smiled.
‘Do birds of a feather flock together?’ he asked slyly.
‘What do you mean?’
‘I mean, is she that way inclined, would you say? Your friend?’
‘Well … not that I know of. She’s just normal.’
‘Like you?’
‘Yeah … like me …’
My phone rang. It was Rosie again. I snatched it up.
‘Hey there.’
‘Sarah, hi, guess what, you’ll never guess what, oh, my God, you are not going to believe this.’
She sounded near-hysterical and as if she was going to burst into laughter before she got the words out.
‘What?’
‘This is the weirdest thing ever, I just can’t believe it.’
‘Rosie! Please!’
‘Your Jasper Jay –’
‘Er, yes?’ I glanced sideways at him. I didn’t know if he could hear Rosie’s words but he was certainly enjoying the high-pitched squawking.
‘– he’s only gone and offered Dimitri a job.’
‘What?’
I widened my eyes at Jasper, who widened them back, drolly.
‘He wants Dimitri to be a body double in his next film. Isn’t that just so beyond bizarre?’
‘Wow.’ I took the phone from my ear for a moment and said it again, to Jasper. ‘Wow.’
‘It’s the same Dimitri?’
‘So it seems.’
Jasper laughed and clapped his hands.
‘Tell her she’s invited too,’ he said.
I put the phone back to my ear.
‘Rosie? Did Dimitri tell you that Jasper was going to invite you down here for a couple of days?’
‘Yeah, him and bloody Trixietots.’
‘Who?’
‘The female body double.’
‘Oh, right. Well, he said you can come too.’
‘Really? Awesome! Oh, my God, this is just so …’
It certainly was just so … I could hardly put my own thoughts in order, let alone hers. A big realisation was muscling its way to the forefront of my brain, though, and I couldn’t hold it back.
‘So, Rosie, this club or café you’re at …?’
‘Ah, yeah, it’s kind of like a specialist place.’
‘I know what you mean.’
‘I thought you might.’
As if somebody had just wound us both up and taken out the key we began to laugh manically and in concert, a mixture of embarrassment and exhilaration at being able to talk openly about our taboo private lives.
‘I can’t wait to see you,’ I said, meaning it.
‘Isn’t it brilliant?’ she sighed. ‘So perfect. This is going to be the best Christmas ever.’
As best Christmases ever went, it had some catching up to do.
Driving back to Jasper’s after two and a half days of awkward silences and desperate attempts to steer the conversation away from my private life, I reflected that I’d made the effort, been the dutiful daughter and now it was time to be me. Jasper and I had two days together before Rosie, Dimitri and the mysterious Trixietots showed up and I could hardly wait to ease back into our dynamic.
Wearing normal clothes and having normal conversations seemed such an effort now. I’d forgotten how to do that kind of thing. And Mum and Dad both wanted to know about my career plans, the museum and all of that while I just wanted to switch off from the irksome necessity of thinking and eat a tin of Cadbury’s Roses in front of the Downton Christmas special.
When Jasper had phoned on Christmas Day, Mum had said, ‘That was him, was it?’ with very tight lips.
What a shame. They had seemed to come round to him on that awkward, horrible day they met him at my flat. Mum had been charmed and Dad reluctantly followed suit. But the newspaper-story affair seemed to have shoved them back to square one with Jasper as the villain of the piece.
His name wasn’t brought up, by any of us, and we skirted around the issue, being over-effusive about the food and excessively interested in what was on TV until I could pack my bags with a sigh of relief and escape to the car.
No sight had ever been more welcome than the automatic gates in front of Jasper’s drive. I entered the combination and watched them glide open, granting me access to wonderland again.
Wonderland was looking a bit brown and slushy underfoot, but the avenue of arching bare-branched trees still gladdened my heart as I passed through it, finally catching my first glimpse of the house sitting in splendour beyond the expanse of melting snow.
Downstairs lights were on and the windows glowed. I felt myself illumine in response.
I wondered if he’d hear me drive up and park. Would he come to the door to welcome me?
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