In The Bank Manager's Cupboard -  Part Seven.


Karin smiled to herself as she thought of how much her
girlfriends would enjoy watching David trapped and
manipulated. Later she would edit all the footage
together and give Susan, her latest personal assistant,
the first show. Karin had found out a lot about David
after recruiting Susan, for Susan had been David's
secretary until the collapse of his company. Susan was
coming along nicely now, but she could do with a few
more pointers if she was to get her husband Frank
properly organised.

Eventually David was fully dressed. He examined himself
in Karin's mirror, he looked ridiculous. Something
about wearing women's underwear must be exciting him
though, the straining suspenders, the nylons. He was
erect.

This is ridiculous he thought. You're in a mess, and
getting excited by it. Get yourself under control, he
told himself. He felt as though somehow he had been
tricked into this situation, was it all his fault? He
tried to think of a way out. What were his choices?

Resort to violence? He would probably find himself
locked up. They would throw away the key!

Refusal, what could she do? Sell his house, leave him
destitute. Could he hold onto his job at the shoe
store, would she use those videotapes against him?

His conduct had been awful, that was for sure. What had
she done to deserve his outrageous behaviour. She had
offered to put his life straight, given him a bed in
her maid's quarters. The rest had been his fault hadn't
it? Some kind of misunderstanding, perhaps caused by
drinking more than usual. They had just got off to a
bad start, that's all.

Obviously she had a right to be upset with him for the
way he had behaved. Peeking through a lady's keyhole
into her bedroom, it was an appalling way to carry on.
He could understand her anger, perhaps it was only fair
that he be made to make amends. But dressed like this?
He supposed she might see a kind of justice in making
him dress this way.

"David!" He heard the speaker in the other room crackle
again. Bite the bullet, he thought, it will all come
out right in the end. He returned downstairs resolved
to try and make amends.

When he crossed the living room, on the way to the
kitchen, he felt embarrassed by his outfit. He was glad
that she didn't look up from the paper she was reading,
but he heard her comment, "I want it served properly,
think carefully before you return."

She was just beginning to enjoy herself. He brought
in a silver tray, with white coffee and sugar and
obsequiously he offered, "Your coffee Madam."

She glanced at the tray, "It seems your powers of
observation need sharpening up also. Take it away, I
take my coffee with cream, that will be six strokes."

David heard the words 'six strokes' as he returned to
the kitchen and thought, she can't be serious!

He tried again with black coffee, cream and sugar
separately, "Your coffee Madam." He laid the tray
beside her paper.

Karin looked at him and waited. The wait was
interminable, she held his eyes and he didn't know
where to look, or what to do next.

He picked up the cream and she nodded. He poured the
cream into her coffee until she indicated, with the
barest movement of her hand, that it was enough. She
looked at him again and he picked up the sugar, "I
don't take sugar," she said simply. He put the sugar
down and picked up her spoon and stirred her coffee.

Karin was really enjoying herself. She loved to play
with men. It wasn't that often one got the chance to
turn the screw on a new one. Karin sipped at her coffee
and eyed David up and down, until he felt totally
humiliated by her smile of obvious amusement. Was he
supposed to withdraw? Whatever he did was sure to be
wrong!

She dismissed him. "Well don't just stand there making
the place look untidy, you may go. Your breakfast will
be four slices of bread, and as much water as you
like."