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It may be anothre
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brand new piece of
art from our dear
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Today we have a lot
of pink and some
very pretty faces.
Hi Everyone
it was a very busy week last week, not so much with work but with what we call "Life" .
So much running about and getting nowhere, so I do apologise for taking so long to catch up with all these lovely comments.
So as we have a cross-over in the art department this week I thought it the perfect opportunity to share a super new piece of story telling from our beloved friend Skinnie Stallion.
This is as ever inspired by a piece of my art, shared here a few weeks ago, but Skinnie takes it to a whole new level.
Sit back, make that coffee Lee and enjoy.
XX
Andy
B⚥y?’s Power Couple
By
Skinnie Stallion
Elaine strode confidently along the sidewalk. She’d didn’t need to shuffle nor dodge other workers. Without move or gesture, the waves of commuters parted for her. Her presence was enough with maybe the merest twitch of an eyebrow for the recalcitrant. She was used to obedience. It felt unusual for her not to be wearing leather but a sober grey business suit fitted the part she needed to play. The whole plan relied on normality. Everything needed to appear routine. She passed and ignored the car Madame Fielding had arranged later. It was inconspicuous and silent. An electric vehicle would glide away smoothly without attention grabbling tyre squeal drama of a stereotypical getaway car.
As she slid through the revolving door into the glass panelled atrium, Elaine put the burner phone to her ear. Transparent nail varnish on her fingertips and a smear of vaseline on her ear would mean she left no prints. Today she was just another employee taking an urgent call before going to her office or waiting to meet a client.
She stood beside a pillar and surveyed the lobby. Bright and airy, it hummed with chatter, busy with clients waiting to meet with advisers or deal teams. She waited, grunting spurious acknowledgements into her handset until she spotted the stretch limo pull up outside the bank. It was suitably ostentatious. She expected nothing less. This had to be them. Her hunch was confirmed as soon as the chauffeur opened the doors. Lady Jane Fullerton-Jones did not do understatement. Dress to impress. She was wearing a stylish cream twin-set. Her boy wasn’t.
Elaine pressed the pre-programmed call button on her handset. It connected immediately. It was only going to be needed once. "They're here, Madame Fielding. The bitch has just entered the Bank……… Yes, the boy is with her……..” 
“That's right, Lady Jane and the boy. Lady Jane's in a cream business suit. Chanel, I guess ........ The boy? B⚥y?'s boy is looking prettier than ever ........ He's wearing a knee-length sleeveless translucent grey latex dress cut. He looks sensational…….. No, it doesn't leave a lot to the imagination. Definitely NVP……… No, no panties. Totally smooth lines, just a bit more opaque at the front.......... He’s either hanging loose or he’s been tucked to perfection to achieve those lines.…..….. I’m not sure. I don't think it's William Wilde nor Atsuko Kudo. I expect it's from the new B⚥y? range. ........ Matching grey strappy Loubous too………… Yes, very fuckable. Such a waste with that ugly old baggage.…….. They’re crossing the lobby ……… He’s carrying the case. It looks so vulgar with the B⚥y? logo splashed across its side. You’d think she’d want to maintain the pretence that he’s a girl …….... He’s trying to look very business-like and demure, like butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth. Though we can guess what he’s already had in his mouth this morning. She looks so fucking smug walking in beside him: like the cat that’s got the cream…….. As if he’s ever going to do that. We’ll show her. We’ll have B⚥y?’s new designs and business plans, before she knows what’s hit her. And the boy will follow. I’ll handcuff him and the case. I’m going to let either get away. We’ll have some evening entertainment after we’ve gone through their new designs.”
Elaine pulled her fountain pen from her jacket pocket. She tapped her teeth with it coquettishly, making bystanders wonder whether she really on a business call or speaking to her boyfriend?
“As you predicted, they’ve not gone to the desk. Stuck up cow can’t even bother checking in at Reception…….. Like you said, she must have retained her access pass from her preliminary investment visit……. She’ll get the boy through the access……. They’re heading for the elevators.”
Elaine moved from the pillar, trailing a few steps behind the glamourous couple. She checked the indicator lights above the array of metal doors. She palmed the fountain pen while flicking off its cap. “Open Number 3 doors……... I'll get in and grab the case. Activate the jammer as soon as they close. I’ll make sure the boy follows me before I send it to the top floor."
Elaine slid through the doors of Elevator 3 behind Jane and Andy. Lady Jane was about to press the button for the tenth floor. As Elaine glided past the couple, she pressed the button for the twenty-fourth floor and took position behind them. She was about to stab the needle point of her fountain pen into Jane’s firm derrière when it was dislodged by a sharp blow to her wrist. She was surprised to see that it was the boy who’d struck her hard with the edge of his file. The surprise turned to shock as she crumpled to the floor: Andy had clouted her on the head with his B⚥y? briefcase.
“Well done, Andrew,” said Lady Jane pressing the door open button. “I don’t think we need to stay here, do you?”
“No, Auntie,” agreed Andy. “Can we go back to the hotel, please? I don’t like it here. We can still video-conference with the bank and our investors.”
“Yes, let’s go. They can come to us if they want to sign. Well spotted in the lobby, darling. You were quite right: a member of staff with no ID badge. And then heading for the upper residential floors was a complete giveaway.”
An hour later, Elaine had still coming round. She’d struggled to stand with one hand handcuffed to the handrail in the elevator. Her head was spinning as she tried to get the doors to open on Floor 24. Madam Fielding’s jammer was proving all to effective. She was stuck and there was no phone signal inside the lift. Even the Emergency button was jammed. She was just going to have to sit it out and wait till maintenance spotted that there was a problem. She noticed with horror that her fountain pen with its exposed needle point was lying out of reach on the other side of the lift. That was going to take some explaining. She tugged and rattled the handcuffs to no avail. Standing was the most she could do. The nail varnish on her fingers and the burner phone could be a problem too. That bitch and that boy! One day she was going to get even with them. The boy was going to pay dearly for what he’d done.
Oooooooooo!!!!! Now, there is a cliffhanger
