Page 12 of A Night with Damien Spur

Damien took out a card and keyed in the code, placing his index finger on the sensor.

The cage door opened.

He looked up at the girls and smiled.

‘Good to see you looking so chirpy.’

You really are flying tonight, said the Voice.

‘Come on, tweeties, hop off your perches.’

Great, Damien, even better, said the Voice.

The women held hands and stepped out of the cage.

Alina veiled his eyes with a black satin scarf. ‘So, let’s go to the playroom,’ she said.

This is a bit strange… What’s with the mask?saidthe Voice.

‘Make sure you’ve turned off your mobile,’ said Kristina. ‘We don’t want any interruptions, and no peeking. Just behave and we won’t smack you.’

‘Well, here we are.’ Alina removed the scarf.

Damien hadn’t seen the room before.

The garish red-silk walls, high domed stained-glass windows, bronze lamps with burgundy shades and a bed swathed in purple velvet and gold satin pillows made the room seem more like a seedy Soho dive than an exclusive Mayfair sex club.

‘Isn’t this cosy?’ Alina undid his shirt and slid her finger down his chest while Kristina unzipped his trousers. Damien looked at the round mattress flanked by four leather straps as the twins undressed him.

Damien, what the fuck?said the Voice.

Then the girls grabbed each of his arms and flung him on the mattress.

‘Oh no,’ groaned Damien. ‘Stop. No, no,no.’

‘No?’ Alina said. ‘But the reception said when you rang that you booked the special.’

‘Well, I didn’t request it,’ Damien replied. ‘I couldn’t understand what was being offered. I thought the woman said something about Thai.’

‘Yes. Tie Me Up, Tie Me Down,’ the twins chorused.

‘Oh my Lord, this is crazy!’ Damien said. ‘I must have been high as a kite when I said yes.’

The women took off their velvet masks and pouted their red pillowy lips.

Damien wished he’d taken Aidan up on the Viagra.

Okay, Mr Smoothy,said the Voice. No way you’re going to get a boner. Your best boy’s in a coma! How are you going toget out of this one?

‘Thank you,’ Damien said. ‘You girls are wonderful.’ He kissed them slowly. ‘I’m sorry, but I need to leave.’

Damien drove his Jag back to his home in Cheyne Walk, crawled up the stairs and slumped on his bed.

‘Horrible,’ he groaned. ‘Just horrible.’

Indeed, said the Voice.Absolutely horrible. I don’t mean to be cruel but your performance tonight was a flop.

As he sank into a slumber Sophie Fox fluttered elusively across his mind.

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