The
Bedrock Mob
by Dray Driver
Chapter 10: Tanya poses a problem
‘Curses,’ thought Annie, ‘company! One of these days, I'm going
to take unplug that bloody remote thing!’
It wasn't just the wine that had put a flush in her
cheeks. Desire had been eating away at her all day. Chains
rubbing and pressing and pulling, labia rings pulling and teasing,
nipples constantly being teased, leather gear caressing her skin and
the snap of that paddle against her butt. If that wasn't enough
to drive her to distraction all day, then Roger's applications of the
sunblock certainly would have done it! God, that was so erotic
having him rub in the sunblock! She couldn't even stand up!
She could tell by the glint in his eye that he knew exactly what she
was feeling, especially after that wild kiss. She didn't want
company right now, she wanted Roger!
It had been fun all day though. She and Angie were working better and
better together as time passed. She had to admit though,
that morning when Roger had asked her if she wanted to play in the
water, she hadn't thought he meant that. Not by a long shot.
They’d picked Angie up early on the way to the block. When they’d
arrived he’d had them tack themselves with just wearing their basic
black belts, halters, bits and their wrist cuffs. Then he’d introduced
them to the skip. It looked so innocent propped up against the shed
wall. A piece of light plate about three feet square with two rings on
its raised leading edge and a couple of steel runners on the underside.
He’d clipped our wrists together behind us “Yo’o heave ho,” he’d
chuckled as he hitched us to the skip with light chains that connected
to the rings on each side of our waist belts.
“You’re going to have to be autonomous today K? We’ve gunna shift some
big metal from where I’ve stockpiled ‘em. We’re gunna make the weir
wall and fish ladder. It’ll give us a swimming hole and hopefully
encourage the marron. I’ll stay by the pile to load the skip while you
drag it down into the water and upend the skip to dump ‘em,” he
explained as the skip slithered along behind us.
“Couldn’t risk getting Cliff’s bobcat too wet, he needs the bastard
next week. There’s about twenty yards I reckon,” he’d said as he
manhandled the first boulder onto the skid. “Go in downstream of that
line and it’ll fall off as you start coming out on the other side.
Bring the skip back on the upstream side and I’ll stick another one on.”
Every half hour or so he’d give us a cool drink and slather us with
sunblock. One time we’d had to wait while he answered his mobile.
“Bloody nuisance. Tanya’ll be around later,” he’d said, “sounds like
she’s finally had a gut full. Could be she’s got a bellyful; but
that’s bloody unlikely. Might be interesting at that.”
I went green instantly and Angie just stood placidly.
Who the hell was he talking about?
Bellyful? Was this bitch cutting my grass? I’d scratch her
scheming eyes out if she was. Then thinking about the time that he
spent with Angie and me, and by ourselves when I wasn’t at work I
convinced myself that he simply wouldn’t have had the time even if he’d
had the inclination…
We all worked hard with us going to the far side and Roger starting on
the near side. The pile was cleared away by the time Lewis arrived to
pick up Angie. The water upstream was a lot deeper too, over our tits
in the deepest parts.
But dammit, after Angie and Lewis had left, Annie had been sure she and
Roger would either go back and really 'play' in the water together
or maybe even spend the rest of the day 'playing' in bed! The man
had to have nerves of steel, she thought. She couldn't even coax
him into the bathtub with her later on! Perhaps she ought to
re-think her strategy... And judging by the hurried departure of
Angie and Lewis, Angie was in the same state as she was!)
Ah well, Tanya wouldn't be here all night and then it was going to be a
case of 'watch out Roger'. But in the meantime, it certainly
wouldn't hurt to tease him mercilessly, every chance she got.
Kind of getting him in the same explosive state she was in!
Yessir! Roger would not be sleeping for a very long time after
hitting the sheets tonight!!!
But dammit; after Angie and Lewis had left, she had been sure she and
Roger would either go back and really 'play' in the water together or
maybe even spend the rest of the day 'playing' in bed! The man
had to have nerves of steel, she thought. She couldn't even coax
him into the bathtub with her later on!
Perhaps she ought to re-think her strategy... (And judging by the
hurried departure of Angie and Lewis, Angie was in the same state as
Annie was!)
Ah well, she’d make sure that Tanya wouldn't be here all night and then
it was going to be a case of 'watch out Roger'. But in the
meantime, it certainly wouldn't hurt to tease him mercilessly, every
chance she got. Kind of getting him in the same explosive state
she was in! Yessir! Roger would not be sleeping for a very long time
after hitting the sheets tonight!!! It wouldn’t hurt to put Tanya in
the picture either, sort of show her where she would stand in the
pecking order.
She was sitting in Roger’s comfortable leather recliner wearing her
ankle cuffs. Oh she only intended to flash the bugger occasionally, to
focus his attention if you like. She was wearing a colourful filmy
long, long skirt that would show off her attire perfectly but could
also hide the fetters when she didn’t even if she were standing. Roger
was saying that he really missed his chats with Beryl and Tanya was
saying that “Nanna always told me that she could rely on you to be
there for her no matter what and that when I... Oh er er um er… Hi,
I’m... I’m Tanya.”
There was a coltish blushing long haired anorexic under-developed
teenager standing beside him in the doorway. Then, without really
seeing me she turned back to him, her shining big blue eyes locked on
his and silently pleading with him. “Nanna said that you’d know what to
do when I finally woke up to what they were doing to me.”
“What do you want to do?”
“I don’t know. You know what Mum and Dad are like. I’ve got a good job
and Nanna’s told you that I’m buying my own house but they turn up all
the time and try to run my life. I saw an orthopedic surgeon just
before Nanna died and she said there’s nothing wrong with my knees but
they keep on about my proclivity for knee damage and I’m scared. The
doctor said that exercise will help, but they never let me do any
walking even and now I’ve tried, but I can’t even walk to the shops...”
The green monster stirred me to think that yes, you’ll get acquainted
with Roger’s treadmill my girl while they both ignored me.
“I enrolled in Fernwood, and even signed up with a personal trainer
there, but I wasn’t game to stay on their machines.”
The green monster prompted me to think that If Roger let you use his
treadmill he’d probably arrange things so that you persevered with it
the same way that Angie had been encouraged.
“Would you do that for me Roger? Could you get me fit and help me to
grow up?
Nanna said that if you took me under your wing you’d make sure that I
got fit and strong. She said that all I had to do was trust you.”
Roger eyed Annie quizzically and asked, “Quid pro quo?”
“Angie and I’ve got our dancing class tomorrow night,” Annie reminded
cautiously.
“Well, if we take you on you’ll have to give me a firm commitment,
virtually an enforceable contract that for at least a year and you’ll
do your best to achieve goals that are set for you and that you spend
your weekends with us unless I agree with your participation in the
alternate activity.”
Tanya opened her mouth and Roger just put his hand up to stop her and
carried on. “I’m not your Dad and I’m not your boyfriend and I do have
other demands that are more pressing. If you really had Beryl’s
confidence you would have a good idea of the methods I might employ. If
you didn’t then everything revolves around you having implicit trust in
me. Either way if you join our mob you’re gunna need special clobber
and your own kit. If I decide that you’re good enough and you’ve
got the balls to make a go of it you’ll meet that setup cost and you
won’t be a drain on the treasury. The mobs not a fucking sinecure K?
Beryl’s told me about your work at EDS. I guess that you work
alternating shifts and are rostered on weekends too. That won’t be a
problem, we can work around that.”
“Eer good?”
“Good? Pissss off! Around here I expect a bit more enthusiasm
when you’re given an opportunity. Now, before you get chucked out,
you’d better really listen ‘cos you’ll only hear it once. One: think
about why your folks jerk you around and why you let them manipulate
you. Two: think about what you want and how you’ll feel when you get
what you really want. Three: if you’re dinkum about being fitter and
prepared to do as you’re told then tell me why tomorrow night. Press
the same button as you did tonight at 4 pm tomorrow, not four thirty,
not three forty five, four pm sharp. Be presentable, be prepared to
sign an enforceable contract and be prepared to stay overnight. The
agreement will require you to live where and how I tell you for twelve
months. There’ll be performance clauses and default penalties for you;
and a get-out-free clause for me.”
“Annie, would you show Tanya out please,” he’d asked as he turned and
walked out of the room.
Stunned by his abruptness she forgot about her fetters as she rose from
her seat and flashed the coltish teenager. Tanya’s mouth gaped open as
she meekly followed her to the front gate.
She was glad she wouldn’t be there when Tanya arrived; that’s if the
kid actually arrived. If the kid did arrive then Roger’s contract might
send her packing. Either way the kid was young enough to be her
daughter and she didn’t want a kid walking in when she was bound or
harnessed. She decided not to mention her concerns to Roger because he
was just as likely to arrange things just to irk her. She could hear
the shower in the master bathroom. ‘That’s right,’ she thought, ‘the
master’s bathroom.’ She knew that Roger loved having his back scrubbed
and she was just the girl to scrub it. Who knows, slithering soap and
suds and smoothing hands. Thanking the fates that she didn’t lock the
cuffs on, she shed her material things on the way to the bathroom.
‘Hell, he likes a clean and tidy house and I’ve left clothes strewn
halfway through the house. What’s he going to do when he sees the mess?’
‘Spank my sweet sexy butt, hell if I’m lucky...’