Splitting up

Redmond popped his head round the door to the balcony. Harold noticed him.

‘Anything suspicious?’ Redmond said.

‘If this is how the other half lives, you can keep it,’ said Harold. ‘This place is dead. Dessert is finished. Show’s practically over.’

‘Stay here for the moment. Keep watch. Hudds is escorting Emmanuella up to Riolta’s room. Riolta is escorting Alexia to Emmanuella’s suite. It’s slightly confusing but for the best. After everyone leaves I want you patrolling the corridors in the wing where both those rooms are. Vionne should be ok with Dacca.’

‘Provided he isn’t the beast’

‘Your guess is as good as mine at this point.’

‘I won’t be able to keep an eye on both rooms at the same time, boss.’

‘I know.’

‘Where will you be?’

‘I’ll be tailing von Schwechlen. Are you armed?’

‘Always.’

‘Remember. Take the beast down, priority one. All other priorities are rescinded behind that one. If the beast strikes again on our watch…’

‘I understand, boss.’

‘They won’t just break us, Harold. It’ll be as though we never existed.’

With that, Redmond disappeared down the staircase. It wasn’t a very reassuring thought for Harold. Ten seconds later he saw Redmond emerge out of the corridor beneath him and approach Emmanuella’s table. Dacca stood up and gave a short speech that Harold couldn’t really hear. Then he noticed that Riolta wasn’t sitting at the table. Harold smiled to himself. The archeress was a class act. When she wanted to get noticed she really got noticed. When she wanted to vanish, she vanished.

By the time Dacca had finished his speech Emmanuella had already slipped away too, with Delta. Redmond had adjourned to a quiet corner of the room and was observing. Harold watched the room too.

When Emmanuella and Delta joined Hudds, Alexia, Lucia and Riolta in the corridor, Hudds nearly blew a not-inconsiderable load down his trousers. There was so much voluptuous titflesh on show he didn’t really know where to look. Alexia had left her jewelled panties hanging halfway down her legs. Emmanuella looked at Hudds and then at Lucia.

‘Really, darling Hudds, you’ve ruined poor Lucia’s gown…’

‘I don’t mind,’ said Lucia, pulling her massive tits out of what remained of the sloppy contours of the garment’s cleavage and spitting a load of cum down them, ‘I’m still nicely decorated.’

‘Well you must allow us to compensate you,’ Emmanuella said, sliding one of her hands around the back of Hudd’s waist and the other fondling the huge bulge in his crotch. ‘As a couple. Would you like to retire with us for the night?’

Lucia smiled. As far as anyone of them could tell, it was an especially dirty one. At this, the party started to make their way down the corridor. In any other circumstances Hudds would have marvelled at being the sole male accompanying five breathtakingly beautiful women around the court. At the moment, however, he couldn’t help thinking that if the beast wanted to strike there and then it would hit the motherload. He gulped. Given that thought, Emmanuella’s hand on his cock was little consolation.

Redmond watched the members of the ball disperse. Suddenly his job became a lot more difficult. A group of Lord were making their way to a private room to play cards. Their wives and partners were vanishing in different directions in groups but with no male escorts and there were several entrances and exits to the huge room. The servants were milling around all over the place. The musicians were packing up. Dacca was not so much guiding as propelling Vionne through the room with a purpose. Either he wanted to get her into private and fuck her desperately or he was shielding her from any number of naughty accommodations, each of which he had no doubt she would accept.

Suddenly, Redmond saw Leo out of the corner of his eye. He was talking to a servant Redmond had observed at the von Schwechlen suites earlier and illustrating his point with firm hand gestures. When Leo sent the servant away people kept approaching him and thanking him for his efforts on holding the ball. For the moment Leo wasn’t going anywhere. He was after all, nominally the host.

Maximilian Niezvestny was unperturbed by the fact that every single solitary person at his dinner table had abandoned him throughout the evening and was talking to a gorgeous blonde, prancing about trying to show her some new dance move. Harlan D’urzo was there too. Redmond noticed him for the first time. D’urzo was sitting on his own sipping the after dinner port. Caught staring at him, Redmond scowled as D’urzo lifted the glass to Redmond and toasted him silently. Redmond wondered what that meant.