Dangerous Desires (24 page)

“I’m going to see the woman next door to you,” he snapped. “She’ll no doubt be very interested to know what’s going on between you and her husband.”

As he hung up, Annabelle gazed out of the kitchen window as she tried to work out who the mysterious man was. Noticing Ian in his garden, she knew that she could rule him out. Brian 201

wouldn’t hang about in the street spying on her house, she mused. Or would he? Dave hadn’t been in touch for a while, but ... Pondering on Tom, his weird obsession with her, Annabelle wouldn’t put it past him to hang about in the street. But there was no way he could have known about her magical spell.

Returning to the lounge to find Sabrina fully dressed, she ordered the girl to go home and forget all that had happened between them. Picking up her school bag, Sabrina left the lounge and walked through the hall to the front door. Following, Annabelle thought it a great shame that she couldn’t see her again, enjoy her young body again. But, with the house seemingly under constant surveillance, it just wasn’t possible. Kissing the girl’s full lips, Annabelle felt her stomach somersault, her clitoris swell in anticipation of lesbian sex.

“You’re beautiful,” she breathed, opening the front door. “Go now, and don’t come back.” Watching her walk down the path and turn into the street, Annabelle sighed. She knew that temptation would whisper to her again and she’d waylay the girl on her way home from school. Closing the door, she realized how weak she was in her arousal. But Sabrina was ...

Sabrina was an angel, she reflected, recalling the small mounds of her firm breasts, the full lips of her young vulva. She’d pleasure the young girl’s body again, that she knew as she returned to the kitchen and rang Carole.

“How are you she asked,” wondering why Tom hadn’t turned up with his friends.

“Oh, plodding on,” Carole sighed.

“You don’t sound too happy.”

“I’m not very happy at the moment. I’m thinking of leaving Tom.”

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“Leaving him? Buy, why?”

“He has a collection of panties stashed in the shed, Annabelle. I always knew that he was somewhat odd, but to have a box full of soiled panties ...”

“Has he got anything else?” Annabelle asked, wondering whether she’d discovered the tartan miniskirt.

“Anything else? Aren’t soiled panties bad enough?”

“Yes, yes of course. Have you confronted him?”

“Yes. Obviously, he couldn’t deny it. He admitted to having a fetish and said that it was harmless. Apparently, he sends off for the panties. There’s an advert in some dirty magazine or other. I really don’t understand why he needs women’s filthy knickers.”

“No, neither can I. Mind you, it’s not unheard of for men to ...”

“This is my husband we’re talking about, Annabelle. I don’t care what other men do, but I’m not having a husband who sniffs other women’s filthy knickers. There’s obviously something very wrong with him.”

“I don’t know what to say,” Annabelle murmured, recalling telling her sister not to worry about Tom. “Does he still spend time in the garage?”

“The garage?” she echoed, proving that Annabelle power had worked. “What do you mean?”

“Sorry, I was thinking aloud. So, what will you do?”

“I’m going to leave it for a few days, give myself time to think.”

“That’s good. You don’t want to do anything rash, Carole. Is Tom there now?”

“No, he’s gone out. Oh, by the way. There’s a job going at a local estate agent. They want a receptionist.”

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“Oh, right. Er ... I suppose I’ll have to do something about working soon. Carole, forget about the panties,” she said, wondering whether her power would be effective over the phone.

“Forget about them,” her sister returned. “How the hell can I forget that my husband collects women’s dirty knickers?”

“I meant ...” Annabelle sighed, realizing that she had no power at all. “I don’t know what I meant. Look, why don’t you come round in the morning and we’ll have a chat?”

“Yes, I might do that.”

“Yes, I’ll be here all morning so do come round.”

“OK. And, thanks.”

“I’ll see you later.”

Wondering how Carole had discovered the evidence of Tom’s sordid fetish, Annabelle decided to use her power on her sister and have her forget about the panties. Tom had been stupid to leave the evidence where it could be found, she reflected, wondering why her sister hadn’t discovered the tartan miniskirt. Again realizing that things were getting out of hand, she decided to call a halt on all her sexual activities until she’d discovered who her voyeur was. It was bad enough that Tom and Carole were having serious problems and, to an extent, she blamed herself. And to think that someone was watching her every move ...

“Shit,” she breathed, trying to work out the identity of the spy. Brian, Ian, Tom ... It had to be one of them. Unless Louise or Alison ... No, she couldn’t believe that the teenage girls had anything to do with it. Wandering into the lounge and flopping into the armchair, she decided to watch television to take her mind off her problems. Flicking through the channels and finding 204

nothing of interest, she wondered whether to have an early night. Either that or invite Louise round for an hour of lesbian sex.

Glancing down by the side of the chair, Annabelle noticed a small white box plugged into the power point. Not recognizing the device, she pulled it out of the socket and examined it.

Having no idea what it was, she was sure that it hadn’t been there when she’d moved into the house. Remembering that she’d used that socket for the vacuum cleaner the day she’d moved in, she was positive that it hadn’t been there. Pacing the floor, intrigue gripping her, she couldn’t work out what the device was. It had to do something, she mused. It had nothing to do with the phone, she knew that much. Sitting on the sofa as the phone rang, she lifted the receiver. Hoping that it wasn’t the blackmailer, she was pleased to hear Dave’s voice.

“How are you?” she asked, scrutinizing the plastic box. “I’ve heard nothing from you for ages.”

“Sorry,” he sighed. “I’ve been so busy that I’ve not known which way to turn. So, has anything interesting been happening? How’s the ritual going?”

“Oh, er ... I still haven’t bothered with it,” she lied. “Brian seems to have backed off so ...

Dave, I’ve just found a white plastic box plugged into a power point in the lounge.”

“Oh? What is it?”

“That’s just it. I don’t know. It wasn’t there when I moved in.”

“What’s it look like?”

“It’s just a small plastic box with a kind of grille on the front. Oh, and there’s a small flexible thing sticking out of the top. On the back there’s a label that says FCC and some figures.”

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“It sounds like one of those mains intercoms or a baby alarm.”

“A baby alarm?” she echoed.

“You plug it in somewhere in the baby’s room and ...”

“Yes, yes I know what you mean. How far do you think it would go? I mean, how far away could it be heard?”

“A friend of mine had one and she used it down the garden. I’d say it could be heard a good twenty or thirty yards away. So, where did it come from?”

“I have no idea. More to the point, where’s the other end? It was plugged in and the socket was switched on so it must have been working. I wonder who’s listening at the other end?”

“Whoever it is can’t be too far away. Why would someone want to hear what’s going on in your house?”

“That’s just what I’m wondering.”

“Your ex?”

“Maybe,” she murmured pensively.

“Whoever it is will obviously realize that it’s not working and try to get at it to find out why. Look, I have to go, Annabelle. I’ll try to get round to see you soon, OK?”

“Yes, yes I’d like that, Dave. Call round any time. I’m usually here.”

“Right, I’ll do that. You take care, all right?”

“Yes, yes I will.”

Hanging up, Annabelle plugged the baby alarm into the socket. Had Brian put it there?

she wondered. He’d been to the house, and it would have been easy enough to slip it into the socket by the side of the chair. Ian was another prime suspect, she mused. With the fence down, 206

he could have got into the garden. As the weather had been pretty warm, Annabelle had left the backdoor open most of the time. He’d have had no trouble slipping into the house and planting the alarm.

Twenty or thirty yards, she mused. Brian would have to hang around near to the house for the thing to work. Tom would hardly bother, she reflected. There again, he did have some weird obsession with her. Ian was the better bet, she decided. The more she thought about it, the more she reckoned that Ian had not only planted the baby alarm but he was also the would-be blackmailer. The blackmailer knew about Annabelle having lesbian sex with Louise, they knew about the teenage boys visiting the house, the hole in the fence ... It all added up nicely. To think that someone had been listening to her every word sent a chill up her spine. All she had to do was locate the device at the other end ... But how?

Pondering on Dave’s words, she wondered whether to switch the socket off. Whoever had planted the device would try to get at it to discover what was wrong. There again, if she left it on ... Sure that Ian was her man, she decided to go to bed and do nothing until the morning.

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aking after a night of dreams about the baby alarm, people listening to her phone W calls, her movements, Annabelle tossed the quilt off the bed and allowed the morning sun to bathe her naked body. Making her plans as she toyed with the wet petals of her inner lips, she decided to go into the lounge and pretend to make a phone call. Whoever was listening on the baby alarm would believe that the call was genuine. Hoping to flush out the spy, she slipped out of bed dressed in a miniskirt and loose-fitting blouse before wandering into the lounge.

“Oh, I must ring Jackie,” she said, an idea coming to mind. Sitting on the sofa, she lifted the phone and punched the buttons. “Hi, Jackie,” she trilled, carefully replacing the receiver.

“Yes, I’m fine. I’ve sort of settled into the house but I still have a lot to do. Oh, the neighbours are OK. I’ve not met the people living one side but there’s a couple with a daughter the other side. Jackie, the reason I’m phoning is because I want to get in touch with Mark and I’ve lost his number. Yes, I’ve decided to get back into it. For the money, of course. Jackie, I get a few hundred pounds for an hour’s photo shoot. It’s easy money. No, I’m not bothered about morals.

God, I’ve been selling pics of my pussy since I was at school. I must have dozens dirty pics stashed away in the diningroom. Yes, get him to give me a call. I’m always in a so come round any time. Right, bye for now.”

Lifting the receiver and dropping it into its cradle, Annabelle grinned. That would give Ian something to think about, she thought happily. If Ian was the culprit, of course. Wandering 208

into the kitchen, she opened the backdoor and looked down the garden. Putting herself in Ian’s shoes, she reckoned that he’d probably want to take a look at the pornographic photographs.

Wondering when he’d make a move, she walked down the garden pretending to admire the flowers as she stood by the fence. She could see Ian in his diningroom sitting by the open patio doors. He was drinking orange juice, but was he also listening to the baby alarm? Noticing her as he glanced through the open door, he leaped to his feet and walked out into the garden.

“Hi,” he said, leaning on the fence. “Another lovely day.”

“Yes, it is,” she replied. “I might put my bikini on and sunbathe for a while.”

“You don’t work, then?”

“Oh, yes, I work from home.”

“Really? What is it you do?”

“Ah, that would be telling,” she giggled. “Actually, I do some work for a photographer.

Going through pictures, sorting out files, that sort of thing.”

“Sounds interesting. I, er ... I noticed a schoolgirl visit your house yesterday. Is she a relative?”

“No, no she’s just a friend. She wants to get into modelling and, with my contacts, I’m trying to help her.”

“Modelling? She’s extremely attractive. With her looks, I shouldn’t think she’ll have a problem.”

“That’s exactly what I told her. I’ve been teaching her how to pose. It’s not just a question of sitting there looking pretty.”

“No, I suppose not. What sort of modelling is it? Clothes, swimwear ...”

“Between you and me, it’s nude modelling.”

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“Isn’t she rather young to do that?”

“She’s ... I don’t want to say too much but there’s a lot of money to be made from ... I’ve said enough already.”

“I think I’m with you,” he chuckled, his tanned face grinning. “Do you have any photographs for sale?”

“Er ... No, I don’t. I’ll give a friend of mine a ring and see whether he can help you.”

“This is strictly between you and me,” he whispered, glancing at his house.

“Yes, yes of course. I’ll go and ring him now.”

Returning to the house, Annabelle was determined to discover whether Ian had planted the baby alarm or not. She was spinning a complex web of lies, she knew as she sat on the sofa and lifted the phone. Realizing that a good liar had to have a good memory, she punched the buttons before carefully replacing the receiver. Her memory wasn’t good at the best of times, so she knew that she had to be very careful. All she needed to hear was just one slipped word from Ian, and she’d know that he’d been listening to her call.

“Hi, it’s Annabelle,” she said, wondering whether Ian was listening. “I think I have a customer for you. No, no he’s safe enough. Oh, and I have a new model. Yes, she’s still at school. I’m working on that but I don’t see that there’ll be a problem. OK, that’s great. By the way, someone’s been ringing me and ... Well, trying to blackmail me, I suppose. No, no not money. Whoever it is seems to think that I have some kind of power over people. I don’t know, hypnosis or something. He wanted me to send this schoolgirl to meet him in a derelict house down the road. Of course, I didn’t. She wouldn’t have gone even if I’d told her about it. No, I 210