The Girls Club (14 page)

“Yes. If you could. Kelsey will no doubt have copies of these files at home, a good PA is a workaholic. Get her drunk and do your thing. I know how good you are” Sarah tipped her a wink.

That sounds like ass kissing bullshit to me mate.

“Of course Miss Steiger, Miss Toulouse. It would be my pleasure” she knew to argue to their faces would be utter folly.

“Excellent!” Charlotte stood up as Karen did, shook her hand and left the office.  Sarah stood up and kissed Karen on the mouth.  She really did think she had her led by the mammaries.  She’d have a shock if she knew the clinical coldness Karen felt at her touch.  It was a game to Sarah, not her life or love.  A game.  People were to be owned and abused and the tree was the place where she would get to the top of.

Karen fixed her best smile and left the office.  Someone of an altogether different quality needed her attention just now.  And boy was she going to get it.

The sign was on the back office door, she tapped and heard Sky tell her to come in.  Shutting the door behind her she took in the image before her, Sky, naked as a jay bird sat on the big table.  Her heart fluttered with the simple animal clarity of what she needed. 

“Come on then, it’s cold in here” she arched her back to Karen and she didn’t need telling twice.  They had evolved a routine now whereby they would each climax twice.  Sky was amazed as always and Karen always felt worn out.  She had never been a believer of the validity of multiple orgasms.  Another great discovery she had made right here.  Another reason to protect Sky.  She had given her something that had made her feel as though she could push walls down with her bare hands.  When they were puffed out and huddled together on the desk they spent five minutes just sitting, resting.  It was an easy quiet.  Companionable.  They didn’t need to speak.  There were moments after when the answers to days old questions would just come to them.  A good clock cleaning sure did wonders for the powers of thought.  She leaned over Sky’s naked body and kissed her neck.  Sky grinned and kissed her back, she always wanted more.  A regular bear.  But an hour was all they could take and not get busted.  Besides that this wasn’t an exclusive office, others wanted their turn no doubt.  Sky never ceased to put a smile on her face and it was mutually agreeable sex.

Now that she had a clear head she could think of the matter in hand.  The weekend to come.

So Kelsey was Demi’s replacement.  Was it ethical to take personal documentation from one company to give it to another.

No.

Was it part and parcel of the exclusive club she had bought into.

Yes.  Seems so.

Had she known from the start about many of things she had later found out about.

No.

Did she feel she had anything to lose by failing to comply with her boss’s request.

Yes.

Was she going to do it?

No.

That decided she felt much easier in herself.  If they asked her what she’d found out she’d tell them that she couldn’t find anything, that’s always assuming they ended up back at Kelsey’s place.

Sky gave her a toodle-loo gesture on her way out that made Karen warm all over again. She would see if Rosh wanted a beer before they went home.  She wandered round to the main floor, Rosh was tucked over in the corner grimly trawling through what looked like a Law journal.  She shivered.  Lawyers and back room sex.  Kinda kinky.

“Hey gorgeous, its going home time y’know”

She plucked her glasses off her nose and smiled, “Yeah, but I have to find a statute pertaining to ownership law that pre dates the existing non-parallel parameters of common law as opposed to ownership law with regards to farm land.”

Karen looked at her curiously.

“How ‘bout you just ‘Google’ it so we can go?”

“You kidding?”

“No” she fit herself onto Rosh’s seat so the two of them were crammed together and she brought Google up, she typed in a search, ‘Laws, ownership, land, old’ and a flood of pages came back.

Rosh made a choked sound.

“Yeah. Back in the country of my birth we pay homage to the mighty Google, anything and everything. Print that shit and lets go”

Karen let her get the pages she needed printed and when she had taken them through to Miss Toulouse she grabbed her by the arm and dragged her down to the bar.

You are not going to tell her what they’ve asked you to do.

She understood why she wouldn‘t be telling her either.  Miss Steiger was a  bit of a snake, she’d pull Rosh’s arms off to find out what Karen had said and it was safer not to put Rosh into that position.

“I hear she’s quite pretty” Rosh said morosely.

“Not as pretty as you.”

Rosh coloured at this.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure” Rosh readied herself.

“Tell me to butt out if this seems inappropriate. It’s a speciality of mine. But why don’t you sleep with anyone any more? Someone break your heart?”

Rosh looked down at her hands.

“I can’t. Not any more. It got too much. I’ve lost too many people”

Karen felt sick.

“What!?”

“Ssshhh!” she looked round and didn’t see anyone from upstairs.

“Every time I start to like someone,
every time,
something bad happens. I can’t take it any more. I like you. A lot. But its safer for me not to get involved like that.”

Karen couldn’t speak.

“I know its hard to hear, but this is my family. I don’t have anyone or anywhere else to go. And that means accepting them for what they are and families sometimes do bad things.”

“You make it sound like the fucking Mafia” she ended her beer.

Rosh smiled at this, “No, the Mafia aren’t anywhere near as hot as my family.
Love your friends.
And I do. I accept them with their faults. The only difference is now that I refuse to fall in love again.”

Holy fucking crow! Maybe you should grab her in both hands and drag onto the next plane out of here.

“You’ve no family at
all
?”

“No. All dead. Not all at once but through various accidents and diseases. Nothing to do with the Chain if that’s what you’re worried about”

“Glad to hear it”

She’s brain washed.  Utterly.

“Come back to mine”

“No Karen, you’re being weird on me”

“I’m British. Being weird is hereditary. Come on”

She could see that Rosh wanted to.  She’d never asked although she had suspected the girl had her reasons.  But if the main reason was that she had lost previous partners to this Chain, then Karen would make her personal mission to release her from that mind set.

Is it because we find ourselves falling a little for this girl?

She ignored her minds ramblings.  Surely love wasn’t anything she had to worry about yet.

“Come on”

Rosh could see the demanding tone on Karen’s face and part of her, a very small part of her that had come to terms with an empty life cried out.

She took her hand and let Karen lead her to the car.

“Not your place though”

“Why?” she shut her door.

“People might notice.”

How bad was this?

“You’ve been before though. What difference would it make?”

“Please”

Karen sighed and started the car. 

“Whatever you want. Really” she touched her thigh gently and set off for Rosh’s place.

They didn’t pass a word on the way there.  Rosh was a complete ball of nervous energy.  Karen couldn’t recall when she had decided to become sexual saviour to the masses. 
Love your friends.
It was a nice credo, when you got past all the bullshit embedded in the Chain it was a damn good way to live your life.

She went into the underground car park of Rosh’s building.  She went round and opened the door for her.  Rosh was shaking.  Karen took her by the elbow and wondered just what the fucking hell had happened to this girl.

“Come on. Eh now. I’m not going to hurt you. I want to help you”

Rosh gave a sigh that was so haunted it hurt Karen’s heart.

All your bloody life trying to save the world.  You’ve never succeeded yet.  What are you hoping to achieve?

She should be free to enjoy herself.  What good is an open loving environment if everyone isn’t getting what they deserve?

I hope you know what you’re doing. You know she’d been close to the edge just lately anyway.

She knew.  And if she could make Rochelle un-see the photos of Demi’s mutilated body she would do that too.  As it happens this was the best she could offer.  Release.

The elevator doors closed and Rochelle started to cry a little, Karen took her hand and squeezed it tightly.  The door opened and she put her hand in Rosh’s pocket to get her door keys, she led her along the corridor and then let them into the dim apartment.

Rosh went and sat on the couch.  Karen went to the fridge to see if there was anything there to help straighten Rochelle out a little. She was going to explode any minute now if she got wound up any tighter.

“Hey” she threw her a beer and Rosh opened it, foam running down her arm.

Karen watched her drink every last bit.  Her eyes had dried but the haunted look remained.  What else had she seen?  She knew about Demi because she had been here, but a lot more must have happened to this girl to make her look so fragile.

“You got hot water?”

“Erm. Yeah. Electric shower”  

Without ceremony she grabbed Rochelle off the couch and hauled her through to the bathroom where she started stripping them both off.  Rosh shivered and Karen didn’t think it was due to feeling cold. 

“When was the last time?” she asked.

“I can’t remember. Long”, she wouldn’t meet her eyes.

She had never seen Rosh naked before.  When she dropped her slacks she winced at what she saw. 

There was a large ‘S’ inscribed on the flesh of each thigh.  Karen felt blood fill her face and looked up at Rosh whose face crumbled. 

What the bloody blue fucking hell?  Animals, fucking animals!

It felt Nazi-ish, SS.  Miss Steiger.  Miss. Sarah. Steiger.

“Please…” Rosh sobbed.  Karen shook her head and a tear ran down her own cheek.  She kissed each scar and took Rosh into the shower.  The warm water and pleasant smells generated by the shower loosened Rochelle up even further.  Seems there was more to her celibate life.  She had been marked like a piece of meat.  Karen would redouble her efforts to bring Rosh a little happiness.  Whilst still in the shower she began to rub Rosh with the sponge all over, Rosh’s face changed entirely, there was lost desperosity in that look.  She took Karen’s head in her hands and kissed her deeply.  Against the kiss Karen could feel the vibration of Rochelle’s fear and pushed her back.  Without a word she took her into the bedroom.  It was the single most evocative experience Karen had ever had.  The girl was so afraid, every touch seemed to cause a tremor. 

What are you condemning her too?

Fresh from the shower Karen pleasured Rochelle with her tongue, Sky had taught her many new and interesting forms of stimulation.  Rochelle was ready to go off any moment.  Karen let her. This wasn’t about proving prowess.  Only getting her to let go.  With a scarred thigh on each side of her head she continued to apply pressure with her tongue to Rochelle’s clitoris, Rochelle was almost sobbing when the second spasm made her clamp her legs painfully round Karen’s head.  Karen relented a little and put her head on Rochelle’s perfectly smooth,
unscarred,
stomach.  It was shaking and quivering.  Nerves there that had almost forgotten how to expend themselves in this way were rejoicing still.  She kissed her navel then padded off to the bathroom.  One thing to be said, even a clean woman left a little after taste that she couldn’t reconcile herself with as yet.  She brushed her teeth and when she came back Rochelle had her eyes closed.

She opened them briefly and still couldn’t meet Karen’s eyes.

“Its alright. I know everything I need to.” she crawled under the covers and Rochelle hugged her to her breast.  When her hand travelled south Karen took it and kissed it instead.

“Sleep. You’re knackered. We can play more in the morning if you want”

Rochelle smiled with her eyes closed and kissed Karen’s cheek.

Karen felt her go.  Her breathing deepened and it did Karen the power of good to see a slight smile was still there on her face.

Karen watched her for a while as she slept.

And she burned.  Furious anger at being balked with petty sentiments.  Rage for a girl, all but ruined by an unkind hand, living her life without any personal pleasure because of an atrocious wrong that had been committed.

Why?

She found it didn’t matter why.  There was no reason.  No reason at all that would cover what she had seen.  It was abuse, physical and mental. 

You do know that you tend to go spouting your mouth.  Its always a sigh of intestinal fortitude to speak your piece but I want you to remember Miss Galahad, Demi hanging from the Hollywood sigh in little itsy bits.