In For A Penny, In For A Rouble !

Debbi was wearing her usual weekend outfit of t-shirt, cargo pants and knickers with no bra when Lawrence came to take her to the oligarch's discrete executive pad, just beyond the race course. Standing behind a high wall topped with razor wire, the extent of the rounds came as a surprise once they had been buzzed through the entrance. To one side of the sprawling house was a paddock and what looked like stables. Guess they're into horses, Debbi thought.

An English butler greeted them at the door, smartly dressed though not in an old fashioned uniform. He led them into a spacious drawing room and offered tea which Debbi and Lawrence accepted. They were soon joined by their host, a youthful looking forty something with a trimmed salt and pepper beard. Softly spoken, his accented speech was not easy to follow but he exuded a quiet authority. Unknown to Debbi, he had selected her for this role from seeing Lawrence's dedicated web site and he was not disappointed by her appearance this morning.

The formal but friendly atmosphere became more charged with the arrival of the trophy wife. A statuesque blonde Ukrainian, she provided a stark contrast with the brunette Debbi. And although she was in reality only a couple of inches taller, she towered over Debbi on account of the vertiginous high heels she was wearing. The rest of her ensemble was Italian branded skinny jeans and a sequin encrusted top. Her husband introduced her as Natasha. She's probably my age thought Debbi, maybe a year or two younger.

"Thank you for indulging in our little whims" Andrei the oligarch began. Thank you for the size of the fee thought Lawrence, though he did not articulate this thought. "I wanted to capture the youth and beauty of Natasha in a discrete and professional way but we both felt that it would add a little frisson to the occasion if we made things more theatrical with the participation of another beauty." Debbi blushed. "I like to indulge Natasha's playful side" he concluded. The steely and aloof Natasha didn't look particularly playful to Debbi but hey ho she thought, in for a penny in for a rouble !

After finishing their tea, Natasha disappeared and Andrei led Debbi and Lawrence down to the basement. Unlike the tasteful English country house ambience of upstairs, the decor here was all red walls and leather. Andrei indicated that Debbi should get ready while Lawrence set up. Debbi had agreed to come along in order to satisfy her recently aroused exhibitionist streak but now she felt a little awkward taking off her clothes and standing there naked. Her discomfort only increased when Natasha reappeared dressed in a tight black PVC corset with matching thigh high boots and brandishing a whip ! "Don't be concerned " smiled Andrei. "That's just for show !"