“The whole house, if that’s okay?” Manus replied taking his camera, tape measure and notebook out. “I just need to get pictures and measurements for space and for lighting equipment.”
“Sure,” she said. We were led around the ground floor of the house which was quite large. We measured and took pictures of the hall, stairs, kitchen, Lounge, TV room and utility room and Manus took notes in his book. We opened a door and went into the large dining room and on the wall were the four paintings, although the frames they were in looked cheap, like something from Ikea. As Manus took pictures and measured the room and windows. I stood admiring the pictures.
The paintings were truly stunning. The four separate paintings depicted the fisherman on the lagoon as they gathered their nets and placed them in the boats on one, began to push off in the next, boats sailing off into the sunrise on the third and distant boats already casting their nets in the fourth. The colours, the details, the whole atmosphere of the season was quite breath-taking. I stood for a while just gazing at them. A little too long, as it turned out.
“We never use this room. We hardly ever come in here preferring to sit in the kitchen.” Sonia said coming and standing next to me. “Do you like the pictures?”
“There nice,” I said. “Are they real oils?”
“Apparently,” Sonia replied. “I don’t think they’re old or worth much. I think they belong to Neil’s stepdaughter from his last marriage but she left without taking them. An antiques dealer who delivered a bookcase last week took an interest in them. He said the paintings were worthless but the frames were valuable and offered to buy the frames with the paintings. He said he would come and take them off my hands for fifty quid a frame. So, I bought new frames, swapped them over and took the old frames to his shop. He did look a little disappointed that the pictures weren’t with them but I reminded him that he had said that only the frames were worth anything. He paid me two hundred quid and said he would like to come back one day and have a look around the rest of the house in case there’s anything I fancy selling that’s going spare.”
Classic, I thought to myself. Exactly the sort of thing Lovejoy would have done. Tell her the frames were good but the paintings rubbish. Offer to take them off her hands on the cheap, and then make a killing. But that does mean that someone else knows something about the paintings and would be back.
We finished in there and were about to leave, having found out everything about the ground floor when Sonia asked,
“Would you both like a cold drink?”
“That would be lovely,” Manus replied and we followed her through to the lounge and sat on a sofa before she went to the kitchen and returned with two glasses of coke filled with ice which was welcoming in the heat and refreshing. Sonia sat on an armchair opposite us and asked what the theme of the film was.
“A burglary by three men gets disturbed by the female occupant of the house,” said Manus. “She offers the men anything as long as they don’t rob her. I will leave the rest to your imagination.”
Sonia sat forward in her chair, giving both of us a good view of her ample cleavage and asked, “What do they do to her?”
“They have sex.” Manus replied.
“All three of them?” she asked
“Yes, all three of them.”
“How do they have sex with her? I mean, what exactly do they all do? Be blunt. This is my house and I would like to know what exactly happens.” Sonia’s eyes had widened as she asked and she seemed to be getting excited, judging by her tone.
Manus replied,
“They will all be sucked by her. They will go down on her. They will take turns having sex with her while she sucks the others and they will have anal sex with her. We may bring another girl or two and maybe another couple of men. There will be some girl-on-girl action and much more. It will end with a bit of an orgy. Is that what you wanted to know?”
Sonia looked flushed and I could just make out her nipples getting erect against the thin material of her dress.
Manus asked, “Would you like to be an extra? Just as a policewoman or something. You wouldn’t have to do anything sexual, although, you are beautiful and you have a lovely body.”
Sonia was a bit shocked at the last statement but composed herself and said,
“I did do some modelling years ago.” She said.
“Vogue?” Manus asked.
“More like Hustler.” She replied quietly, taking a sip of her drink and I noticed her hands were shaking slightly.
“I would have liked to have seen those pictures,” Manus said. “Do you still have any?”
“No, no. I couldn’t keep any and Neil doesn’t know. I only did it to pay my way through uni at the time. I did enjoy it though. The different poses and positions. It was sexy and a turn on. I’ve always done yoga and can be quite bendy and stretchy. I did look very good back then.” She replied with a sly smile.
“Ever considered going back into it?” Manus asked. “I bet you look great naked.”
“No, no,” she answered with a giggle. “I couldn’t do it now. Too many people would see.”
Manus picked up his camera and put it on the table and asked,
“How about a private portfolio, just for us? No one would ever know.” Sonia looked shocked and didn’t reply so Manus persisted. “You have a beautiful body. I see many beautiful women all the time but you are simply stunning. We would be truly honoured if you would take a step back in time and relive those days of being free, naked and proud of your wonderful assets.” She took a few sips of her drink in silence before standing up and saying,
“Okay, why not. But do you promise never to show anyone? I also want copies for myself.”
“Absolutely promise,” Manus said nodding.
“Right then. Upstairs.” Sonia led the way to what I assumed to be must be a spare bedroom. She stood by the bed and said, “How do you want me?”
“Just get undressed and get into any position you want. I’ll take pictures continuously to capture every moment.” Manus replied raising the viewfinder to his eye and he started to take pictures as she slowly moved around the room, dropping her shoulder strap teasingly before dropping the other. She flashed her skirt up, giving us a quick view of the G-string beneath, then pulled the dress over her head and stood still, hands on hips, amazing tits sitting high and firm, nipples erect and sticking out. Manus clicked away and followed her around as she bent over and pulled the G-string down slowly to the floor, kicking them away and turning to reveal a thin pussy with a landing strip line of pubic hair.
She rubbed her tits for the camera and pinched the nipples. She knelt with her back to us on the bed and parted her legs allowing Manus to get clear pictures of her arse and pussy before she turned, laid down and opened her legs wide. Manus clicked away, sometimes zooming in on her pussy then face. She laid on her back and bought her legs up over the shoulders then spread them very wide. She wasn’t kidding when she said she was bendy and stretchy.
“Looks like I’ve still got it,” she said proudly lifting her legs high up in the air.