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words could be said.
    Eventually, when she was fully dressed again, she faced him and he regarded her seriously but quite calmly – as if she couldn’t just march out of the room and have him fired and possibly prosecuted – instead she took his hand after a few moments and held it to her face, nuzzling the palm with her cheek and brushing it with her lips.
    “Please, Sir. Next time, could we do it a bit earlier? I’m late for a dinner date,” she whispered.

Chapter Two
     
    Kath took a minute to get her breath before she entered the bar. Once she had left Mostyn she had had to go straight back to the Ladies and repair the damage. A quick look to regret the fading belt marks on her back hadn’t been originally intended but had been indulged in anyway. Then she had had a rush to the tube and a crowded carriage to stand in across town, then a scrum to push through on the platform where she alighted and a brisk two hundred yard walk to the bar where Angie, her editor was meeting her. It was pointless trying to hide anything from Angie, she knew her too well, so she didn’t bother with brushing her hair again or anything, just waited till she felt a bit more settled and then entered.
    The bar was high-ceilinged and fashionably beige and cool inside, it wasn’t yet crowded so it didn’t take long for her to pick out Angie, sitting on a bar stool and earnestly trying to seduce a barman. Smiling, she went over and took the stool next to her. As she took it, her knees brushed Angie’s and she felt the soft rasp of nylon. So Angie was wearing stockings, that always meant she was up for a good night. Kath’s heart sank a little but rallied at the smile of pure pleasure Angie turned on her.
    “Oh my!” she said quietly. “There’s only one thing that’ll bring a sparkle like that to a girl’s eye. James! Bring a large G and T here will you! Ice no slice!”
    James who looked as though he spent every waking hour on a surf board when he wasn’t waiting bar, grinned across and began to prepare it.
    Kath relaxed against the textured aluminium of the bar. “Tell you later?”
    “Sure. You want dinner here, or rustle up something at my place?” Angie’s voice was ruined by years of cigarettes, although now she no longer indulged, and it had a dark brown quality that Kath found highly attractive. The two women looked at each other for a moment, then Angie reached out and touched Kath’s knee.
    “He mention Proteus yet?”
    Kath shook her head as James delivered her drink and she took a long and much-needed swig as Angie paid and told him that he could shag her lights out any time he was at a loose end. James said he would certainly bear that in mind and laughed. It was a well practised camouflage that Angie had perfected over the years, but it still irked Kath that she felt it was necessary in these days of improved tolerance and equality.
    “Better eat at your place. Safer,” Kath said once the gin had hit home and she felt the day begin to drain away.
    “Okay, babe. Let’s drink up and get a taxi.”
    The taxi dropped them a few yards from Angie’s front door so that Kath could pick up an Indian takeaway while Angie went ahead.
    By the time Kath let herself in to the apartment with her key, Angie had laid the table and added candles and lit them. They were the only light in the dining room and the lights in the lounge were low. It was definitely going to be a stockings night, Kath told herself ruefully, still feeling some traces of stinging from her bottom.
    “What do you want me as, Mistress?” she asked, putting the meal down on the kitchen work surface. Angie was magnificent in a red leather bustier and matching thong with red thigh boots that accentuated the long, pale thighs. Her blonde hair hung in thick waves about her strong, handsome face and Kath felt herself begin to respond all over again. She was a sucker for dominants. That was all there was to it!
    Angie was in her early forties and was supple