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Chapter 43
My mouse pointer hovered above the email list like a Hawk ready to strike. Gerda's first message had told me little of interest. What did I care if Bruno lived in a small part of a much bigger house or didn't have the energy to smile?
So what if he was the sort of person who asked a girl to his place, wined and dined her and then, when she's feeling halfway romantic, asked her to do a strip tease?
The email message line darkened momentarily as my mouse pointer hovered it once more before coming down decisively and Gerda's next message exploded into life.
Hi Barry
Sorry to leave you on a bit of a cliffhanger but Ron caught me on the web cam computer and got rather nasty. I pointed out that I was nearly up-to-date with my rent and no longer his employee so he should regard me as a customer and satisfy my every whim.
He just grunted, said I was cheeky and switched off the computer screen. He's got no sense of humor. I think it's mainly because I won't enter his stupid competition and put on another floorshow at Smokey's.
Anyway, talking about floorshows, where I left you last time was just after Bruno had invited me to give him his very own private floorshow in his home.
Well, I stood there looking at him, slightly tipsy and wearing some very nice new clothes. He was looking at me with his habitual cold stare. It seemed to have been ages since he'd remembered to engage his face muscles and smile. What I hated most was his lack of involvement. He wanted to treat me as a specimen that would dance for him like a marionette on a piece of string. I almost suggested that I would dance for him if he would dance for me but I didn't really much want to see him with no clothes on.
So I said I would only do it if it was a lap dance. He didn't like the idea. It meant that he'd be more involved because I would be rubbing myself against him. It meant he was no longer remote and in control. It was I who was in control.
Finally he agreed so I did what he wanted. Really there wasn't very much for me to take off - just the polka dot dress and a few bits of underwear - but I made the most of it and by the time I'd finished rubbing his nose into my tummy button, he was visibly trembling. So I felt I'd won some sort of victory although I don't know why.
He then said the strangest thing:
"Time for bed my dear. I have prepared the spare room for you, if you don't mind staying the night. After the wine, it would be better for me not to drive and your room will be very comfortable."
There I was, astride him on his lap with no clothes on and he tells me to sleep in the spare bedroom! It was the ultimate act of rejection. It said that he didn't care but I knew he did because I could feel his interest when I sat on his lap.
There wasn't much alternative so I followed him upstairs and got into bed - alone. It felt very strange and sleep wasn't remotely likely. One hour went by and then another. It was shaping up to be my worst night ever but then there was a knock on the bedroom door.
I grunted "come in" as if I'd just wakened up from a deep sleep and he walked into the bedroom wearing a heavy woolen robe.
"I can't sleep, my dear. Would you consider making love?"
It was the formality of it all that so dumbfounded me. I just looked at him trying not to laugh or cry or whatever. It was one of those situations where there are no rules and almost anything I could have done or said would have stayed with me for ever. So I pulled aside the duvet and let him get in.
The lovemaking was ok but rather restrained and mechanical. He was considerate rather than passionate and then, when he was finished, he just went back to his bedroom without another word.
In the morning, he had an appointment somewhere, so he dropped me off at Smokey's. Strangely, he seemed offhand and I actually wondered whether I'd ever see him again.
Bye for now
Gerda
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