Precisely at the expected time, there was a knock at the door, followed by one of the few times, that Room Service had been called anywhere in America, by such an accent.

He opened the door and she entered, perfectly groomed and dressed immaculately in a short white linen skirt hung low on her hips and a matching cropped sleeveless top that left about five bare and succulent inches of flesh. To accentuate this, a thin gold chain was wrapped loosely twice around her waist and fastened with a heavy gold clasp, which lay on her hip. She held up a bag, which appeared to contain the sort of insulated boxes beloved of Chinese take-aways. 'I've a proper English breakfast for a proper Englishman.'

'You're all very virginal today.' He looked at her high-heeled white shoes. 'You've even wearing a pair of those fuck-me Essex girl Benidorms!'

'Depends how you look at me doesn't it!' She spun round, pouted her lips and fluffed her hair, to give him a complete show. 'I like to think of it rather as a WYSIWYG outfit.'

'Oh! I see!' He had her meaning about What You See Is What You Get. 'You've got noth...'

She quickly silenced him. 'Don't tell everybody, or they'll all want me! Now I'm hungry after last night, so let's get breakfast ready!' She recovered the crumpled white cloth from the balcony floor where they had left it and covered the small table downstairs, before proceeding to set out two breakfasts. Scrambled eggs, English not American bacon and sausage, tomatoes, toast, orange and grapefruit juice, and even kedgeree appeared from the stack of boxes, the whole being completed by English Breakfast tea from a Thermos.

'Sit down, please!' She showed him to his chair. 'I hope it's all to your liking. It should be hot enough, as I'm only a few minutes away! Oh! And thank mother for smuggling in the Harrods bacon, sausages, tea, butter and marmalade.'

'Thank you, mother!' He raised his cup. He was tasting the kedgeree. 'Did you make this yourself? It's delicious!'

'Of course, I'm not just a pretty face!' He smiled as he remembered last night. 'That's more that can be said about you. You're quite unfit and you should probably exercise more, drink less and eat better. Hence this kedgeree with all that rice and fish!'

'Thank you very much!' He looked down at his body. 'You and my secretary, Wendy, would make a perfect pair of health police, as you say all the same rotten and predictable things about me and my poor unfortunate body.'

***

As they finished, he got up from his chair and stood beside her. 'Can I kiss the chef to say thank you?' She chastely offered a cheek and he kissed it, before pulling her head and its soft, sweet-smelling mane to his chest. 'I have some questions for you!'

'Go ahead!' She was quietly distracting him, by undoing his dressing-gown, fiddling, playing and trying to tease an erection with her fingers.

'Serious ones first. Have you heard from Derek or Gaynor?'

'No!' She stopped tickling and looked up. 'It's not like her! Even in the unlikely case, that they are doing ...' She laughed at the thought. Gaynor did care well for her customers, but not necessarily in that sort of detail. 'But in any case, I'll phone her at the office at about nine.'

'Did you enjoy last night? Did you sleep well?'

'I did, thank you. And thank you!' She squeezed and patted his penis. 'I haven't slept so well in months. I watched you as I got up and you had this amazing grin etched into your face. You looked how I felt!' He thanked her for her thoughts, by cuddling her in close.

'You are on the pill, aren't you?'

'Good God, No!' She was totally unsurprised at his question and matter-of-fact with the answer. 'I don't think I will, but if I do get pregnant, I wouldn't mind another child. I can afford it and you'd be better at least genetically than most as a father.'

'But what if he or she got my body and looks and your brain?' She squeezed him hard and he tried to turn away, but she would not relax her grip. 'I now have a few questions about today and tomorrow. Have you planned it? Will you come with me to a proper dinner and a show tonight? As I'm leaving tomorrow, will you wake up with me in the morning? And lastly, by Your Turn, do you mean I can take you any way I like now?'

She stood up turned towards him and put her arms around his shoulders. She gave him a chaste peck on the left cheek. 'Yes! I'm going to take you to The Factory, so you can meet some of our programmers and support staff.' She followed to the right. 'Yes! I'll get tickets for something like Seigfried and Roy. Superb magicians! You'll like them!' She kissed him gently on the lips. 'Yes! I've already decided that. Everything I can possibly need for the next forty-eight hours is in my car.' She now pushed in hard towards him and buried her tongue as far into his mouth as she could reach. 'As to your last question! Of course, we've already satisfied the stomach, now we must satisfy baser and more animal instincts. I was the guide last night, you must reciprocate this morning.'

She held him tight and kissed him deeply again. 'Just as I gave you a last request, I demand one. Before you leave Las Vegas, I want you to complete my rehabilitation. I want you to take me anally.'

***

He slipped the flat towelling belt from his dressing-gown and holding it in both hands, he reached up and placed it across her eyes. 'I'm shy! You will not be watching this!' Carefully he tied it firmly behind her head. 'Can you see?' She smiled and shook her head.

He found the zip on the white linen top, unzipped it and then pulled it over her head, leaving her breasts free and totally unencumbered. He explored and massaged them with his hands, before teasing and squeezing her nipples to erection with his fingers and lips, whilst she stood impassively. Next, he reached behind her and slipped the button and zip on the skirt before dropping it to the floor. He bent down and retrieving the skirt, he placed it carefully on the back of a chair with the matching top. When she kicked off her shoes, she was totally naked, except for the gold chain at her waist, a similar one at her neck and her earrings.

Just as she had done the previous evening, he took her hand and led her carefully to the bed, up the stairs and through the debris of the picnic. He placed her on her back, with her head resting on a couple of pillows. 'I would like you to relax. So get yourself comfortable!' She squirmed and tried to bury herself into the bed for a few moments, before running her hands up and down to massage and tone her body. She had no qualms about touching her own nipples and gently stroking the lips of her sex. 'You look absolutely gorgeous and not very helpless. Are you completely relaxed? You must remain perfectly still.' She smiled and nodded. Only now did he finally remove his dressing-gown.

He did not join her immediately on the bed, but instead descended back to the breakfast table and collected the dish containing the few remaining pats of butter. He also thought it prudent to retrieve Lucinda's mobile phone in case Gaynor rang.

Slowly and silently, he climbed on the bed and proceeded to smear the yellow fat with a knife on the erogenous and intimate parts of her body; the soles of her feet, the inside of her knees and thighs, her stomach and breastbone, the inside of her upper arms and finally on her nipples and her vaginal lips. He then picked up the remainder of the butter on the fingers of his left hand, before placing the now empty dish at the bedside.

She had obediently not moved as he had spread her with the butter, but now that she had sensed he had finished, she spoke. 'What did you put on my body? There's little smell.' Then she realised. 'It's b...' He silenced her by putting his greasy middle fingers in her mouth. She gagged slightly at first, but then as she raised her hands to hold and guide, she proceeded to lick and suck the fingers clean in a parody of simulated fellatio. As he withdrew, she spoke again. 'Are we going to have a Last Tango, now?'

'No!' He was speaking very quietly. 'It's something I've never done, but have always wanted to do! I just like having real butter with my breakfast! Honey's nice too, but you're sweet enough!' She smiled back at him from under the blindfold.

He withdrew completely from her touch and beginning at her feet, he started to expertly lick. She laughed as he cleaned and tickled the soles of her feet and the inside of her legs and arms with his tongue, as he worked around her body, before he concentrated on her breasts and the valley between. Only then did he bury his face in her sex to remove the last vestiges of the butter.

He had cupped his hands behind her thighs and was feeling and probing all of her joys and secrets, when it was her turn to surprise him. Thrusting her sex upwards and towards him and using all of that flexibility and strength from the trapeze, she drew her legs sideways and pointed her toes, so that her legs were in-line to make a perfect splits. He was how holding on to her thighs, as a gymnast might hang below a bar, continuing his exploration.

Perhaps, twenty seconds or so later, he brought her to orgasm and taking this as a cue, he licked and climbed, up her body to her mouth. As their mouths met and tongues clashed and fought, he brought himself to the entrance of her now-widened and relaxed sex. Moments later, she pushed him slightly upwards and away and in a quick movement she swung her legs up and behind her shoulders, further pushing and exposing herself towards his erection. This she gently grabbed and guided him into her body. He needed no further encouragement and pushed violently, vigorously and very deeply.

The next few minutes were pure sex; nothing more, nothing less. As he drove harder and further into her body, she repeated screamed each time she came, responding by sinking her teeth and drawing blood from his neck and shoulders. He just concentrated on maintaining his rhythm and holding back with his teeth and bitten nails, slowing only occasionally to catch his breath and regain some strength, until he had finally shot everything he had stored into her depths. Then in an enormous and explosive release of tension, he cried out, laughed, bit, scratched and slapped, before collapsing almost in tears. As their senses and bodies returned to normal, they lay quietly and still coupled, examined and gently kissed all of their mutual damage to try to make it better.

***

They must have drifted into sleep, as they both jumped at the ringing of a phone. He reached across and uncradled the receiver, but it was just a dialling tone and the noise was still as incessant. He was then aware of Lucinda scrambling, peeling and uncoupling herself from underneath, removing the blindfold and then searching for the interrupter.

'Oh! Hello! ... Gaynor!' She had answered her mobile phone. 'I was tired after last night, so I was rather late into the bath!' The one-sided conversation continued, as she returned to the bed to sit in his arms. 'Really! ... That's sad! ... I will ... See you at The Factory in time for lunch ... Yes, I'll pick him up ... And I'll tell him ... Bye.'

'Can you keep this quiet?' She was being serious. 'Derek has cancer and he's in remission between periods of chemo-therapy.'

'Poor Derek! Surely he shouldn't be here?'

She nodded in agreement. 'Yesterday was rather a strain and he collapsed with exhaustion when he went back to change. Gaynor is good you know, she got her doctor to him and then virtually sat up all night. She's already re-arranged his flights for this morning and BA are going to upgrade him if they can out of Chicago.'

Copyright 1999 by Ewart Higgins