For some time now, I have been a member of a writing group. The pub where we meet is some way from where I live so I don`t always attend our weekly get togethers and obviously over lockdown it hasn`t been possible. To keep us all in the creative mode and still in touch, one of us has organised for anyone interested to submit a few hundred words each week or so for others to read, one person chooses the subject. A few weeks ago the subject was Penance. We were instructed to write three episodes in any style we wished. I was really taken with this idea so here are my three episodes……
In the style of Mills & Boon.
Karl padded across the hotel bedroom his white towelling robe parting slightly as he trod the marble floor towards the bed, his magnificent manhood outlined in shadow against the ruby coloured flock wallpaper. Hermione gazed at him adoringly from the gold silk sheets, her voice throaty with desire.
“Come to bed darling,” her chest heaving slightly, her pulse quickening in anticipation of the delights to come. She was recently widowed and now fantastically wealthy.
Karl turned his gaze to hers as she pulled back the sheets inviting him to join her.
“God almighty,” he thought, “this woman will not leave me alone!” He couldn`t wait to get her off his back, literally and return to the casino and the real source of his desire, Diamonique. What a woman, alas, Diamonique would have to wait!
Hermione was in her late fifties and following her husband`s untimely death was now a multi millionairess. Karl knew she had no idea he was cheating on her; she was completely swept away by his charm and the sycophantic attention he paid her. “Silly old fool,” he thought, smiling to himself.
Karl was a rough diamond, made good over the years through careful restyling of his physique which was magnificent. His hair, now perfectly coiffed, a convincing shade of sun kissed blonde and his accent altogether changed over the years. Gone were the cockney tones of his tough youth, replaced through careful study of James Bond films and a lot of voice coaching. Now he spoke with a deep velvety purr. He had a pleasing way of tossing his head back to run his fingers through his silken curls, which Hermione found completely irresistible and this he did now. A smile upon his face. Sighing, Karl climbed into the sumptuous double bed.
It was never an issue for Karl to satisfy the lusts of these rich old ladies, he merely looked upon it as a job for which he would be richly rewarded later. Over the years he had acquired fast cars, beautiful apartments and on one occasion even a boat so he had no qualms whatsoever about servicing Hermione. Clasping Hermione to his manly chest he kissed her hard, beads of perspiration glistening on her brow as she arrived at a shuddering climax. Climbing swiftly off her mature body, Karl said, “Darling I must shower, I have that meeting at eleven, remember?”
Hermione gazed at him, her desire satiated, for now.
“What a fool he must take me for,” she smiled at the thought.
“A business meeting at 11pm, he must think me an idiot.”
Stretching lazily she said, “Off you run my pet, see you tomorrow.”
One final glance over his shoulder as he left her apartment, he said,
“Ok darling, see you then.”
Hermione picked up her phone and pressed a button.
“Yes madam,” a male voice answered.
“Have him followed the moment he leaves his room oh and Charles – bring me a bottle of Bolly will you. I feel like celebrating.”
In the style of a V1 form textbook.
Hermione was awoken by the sound of the maid moving about in her room. She opened her oculus dexter, her gaze falling upon the breakfast tray left by her bed. Hermione had always experienced experection at the start of day and today was no different. A groan escaped her pharynx, oesophagus, larynx and trachea, she couldn`t face breakfast yet. The dilemma she had was, to tell or not to tell……
Karl came into the element or complex of elements in Hermione`s head that felt, perceived, thought or willed. She sighed heavily as she knew what kind of day lay ahead.
Picking up the phone by her bed, she rang Karl`s. After some time, he finally answered.
“Yes?” came his gruff responsum.
“Darling,” she purred via her faculty of utterance, “Shall we meet up for lunch? Oh! Talking of meetings, how did yours go?” Her mandibular prominence curled into a mordicus arripere as she recalled what her man had reported to her the previous night.
“Oh, you know,” said Karl, totally assured of himself, “I had my fovea on the ball all the time, it went very well, I`ll tell you all about it later.”
“See you soon darling,” purred Hermione as she replaced the receiver.
Little did Karl know that she knew what he had been up to in the casino, with that femina!
They met at lunchtime in the hotel restaurant. Hermione`s venter was rumbling, she hadn`t had any breakfast and she verbally acknowledged to Karl, “sentio esurientum.”
“What?” said Karl, he was getting just a little fed up of Hermione`s hyperliteracy, it was becoming tiresome.
As the waiter set down a large plate of fresh oysters, lifting a juicy shell to her pharynx with one set of eight carpal bones Hermione said, “Let me get straight to the point Karl. I know what you were up to at the casino last night and I know who you were up to it with!!”
Karl raised his hair follicles which share the same basic structure as hair follicles elsewhere on the body but are distinguished by their shorter anagen (growing) phase.
“How did you find out?” he questioned her.
“Oh it wasn`t difficult,” Hermione responded, the odd clue here and there, a scent of perfume on your clothes, an earring in your Mercedes which, if I may remind you, I purchased for you.”
Karl knew his cover was blown. Placing his knife and fork back on the table he quietly enquired,
“What do you intend to do with me?”
“Oh I have plenty of time to work that out,” Hermione spoke in barely a susurrare.
“Believe me Karl, it isn`t going to be pretty.”
Throwing one last oyster down the part of her body joining her head to her shoulders, flinging her napkin down, Hermione stood and walked haughtily on her heels to the restaurant entrance. Her fundus rumbled.
She whipped around to find Karl`s steady gaze upon her still form.
“Be at the beach tomorrow night – midnight. Prompt!”
Episode 3. In the style of Marvel Comics.
“YOU THINK MY NAME IS HERMIONE? YOU ARE WRONG!”
“MY NAME IS BIG HEL. DON`T EVER MESS WITH ME KARL!” DO YOU TAKE ME FOR AN OLD FOOL?!”
“SO NOW YOU MUST PAY PENANCE!!
WHAT MUST I DO HERMIO – I MEAN BIG HEL?”
“YOU MUST TELL THAT DIABOLICAL DIAMONIQUE YOU HAVE BEEN LEADING HER ON. TELL HER IN REALITY YOUR NAME IS NOT KARL, YOU ARE ACTUALLY TRANSGENDERING INTO THE WOMAN YOU REALLY ARE AND FROM NOW ON, YOUR PREFERRED NAME IS GERTRUDE!!”
“NOW TAKE THIS DRESS AND THESE HIGH HEELS,” (THRUSTING CLOTHING INTO GERTRUDE`S ARMS) “AND PUT THEM ON!”
“YES BIG HEL, I WILL DO ANYTHING YOU SAY.”
“GIVE ME BACK THE KEYS TO THE MERC, THEN COME AND CLEAN MY BATHROOM – NAKED!”
“YES BIG HEL, I WILL DO THAT IMMEDIATELY.”
“THEN, AND ONLY THEN, I MIGHT THINK ABOUT ALLOWING YOU BACK INTO MY BED”
(BIG HEL GIVES GERTRUDE A GENTLE NUDGE WITH THE HEEL OF HER BOOT.)
“NOW RUN ALONG.”