The Nanny
“Hmmm,” Mr Smith, read the advert in the newspaper a second time, “Dolcett eh? Well I know what they do, and they’ve got an excellent reputation for dealing with matters privately and professionally.”
“Mr Smith?” The smartly-dressed young lady presented her business card in the quiet cafe where he’d arranged to meet her. To all outward appearances it was just a business meeting, only those in-the-know would recognise the significance of the gold neck chain and the little “X” medallion attached to it. “My name’s Miss Jolyn, I represent Dolcett Domestic Investigations, I believe you suspect your children’s nanny of abusing them?”
He read the card as she spoke, making no attempt to invite her to sit with him and she made no move to do so.
“That’s correct,” he indicated the other chair at the table, “please sit” As she did so he noticed how her tiny skirt rose up and exposed the glitter of gold from underneath at the top of her bare legs, another “X” he suspected. Like all well-behaved young ladies she crossed her ankles but made no move to cross her legs, keeping her knees a few inches apart to display her “special” credentials to him. Approvingly he told her all about young Inga, the Swedish nanny he and his wife had hired to care for their growing brood of beautiful children.
Throughout the converstion, with many professional and competant questions asked by Miss Jolyn he toyed with the thoughts of the gold she wore, only a few of Dolcett’s exceptional and carefully selected staff ever wore the gold, it gave him that special feeling of being so close to the very heart of their unique and discreet services, his own wife was merely an “iron”, but still satisfied all his passionate desires.
“Well,” Miss Jolyn finished, “that should be sufficient for our enqiries. I’ll call on you during the nanny’s day off to install all the necessary observation equipment and we will proceed from there.” Smiling she rose, smothing her skirt and began to turn away.
Mr Smith halted her. “About the fee?”
Miss Jolyn smilied widely “Oh, there’s no fee for our investigative services to Members. If your nanny turns out to be an offender against your family our staff will obtain all costs directly from her. If she is the guilty party, she will pay.” And with that she strode away up the street.
Two weeks later Miss Jolyn presented her report to the Smiths in their elegant home. As previously she was sat appropriately for one of her high calibre directly facing Mr Smith with no obstruction to his view.
“As you can see from the video records,” she indicated the tablet computer where all the details were being displayed. “She has been mistreating the children when you haven’t been at home, and her drinking from your bar doesn’t help.”
“We did,” Mrs Smitth spoke up angrily, “lock it!”
“Yes,” Miss Jolyn noted, “but she has found out how to pick the locks.”
“Bitch!” Mrs Smith snapped, “My Children!” She turned to her husband for support and he squeezed her hand in comfort. “We have to do something!”
“That’s all right dear, I believe Miss Jolyn has a suggestion?”
Miss Jolyn smiled. “We do indeed.”
Inga sniffled as Mr Smith carried the last of her bags out to the black cab waiting on the driveway to their grand house.
“I don’t give a fuck what you thought and what you say, bitch! We all saw the videos and any complaints you make we’ll have the police down on you.” He threw the bag into the cab. “Now get the hell out of here and never come near us or the children again!”
He held the door open for her. “We’ve arranged this taxi to take you out of here. After that it’s up to you!” After the girl had climbed in he slammed the door and strode back into his house, ignoring the cab as it drove away.
As the cab drove away the driver called over his shoulder. “Don’t worry miss I’ll see you safe. The gentleman won’t worry you again.”
“Want to bet” Inga sniffled. “What if he tells other people about me? I will never work again!”
“Oh, I wouldn’t worry about that right now.” He turned back to concentrate on driving.
It was about ten minutes later before Inga noticed the scene outside. “Hey, where are we going?”
“It’s all arranged miss, new job, new location, everything has been catered for, you just settle back and relax.”
“What, I don’t understand?” She cleared her nose and put her hankies away gather her wits again. “What arrangement?”
“Why Dolcett Domestic Services miss, your new employer.”
Her head was clearing fast now and her wits fully restored. “Who the fucking hell are Dolcett Domestic Services?!”
“Domestic slavegirls miss,” the driver smiled politely, “I’m sure you will made a fine slave, once you’ve been broken of your bad habits.”
He turned back to concentrate on driving, and despite all her efforts and all her screams and pleas, and banging on all the locked doors and tinted windows she could not make any change in his work to take her to the local establishment of Dolcett Domestic Services, Empoyer of fine and well-behaved young slavegirls.
It was many years before Inga was spotted by Mr Smith at a discreet party for local members of the Dolcett Club. With his naked wife in tow he’d been crossing a courtyard when he spotted a fine blaze of near-white hair on a tall naked statuesque girl.
He beckoned her over and smiled as she dropped to her knees on the hard cobblestones, knees apart to display the glitter of her tag hanging from the lips of her cunt, to ask, head bowed, most meekly. “What is your service sir, I am Inga a slave for all uses, and my sale price is currently eleven thousand dollars if you wish to bid for my meat?”
“Mmmm, well perhaps I will, but first,” he paused to savour the moment, “Inga”, he noticed her spine stiffen. “I think you deserve some very serious punishment for all the trouble and distress you caused to our children, then we’ll feast on your remains.”
Without hesitation the meek voice came back to him. “Yes, Master, your pleasure is my body.”
Mr and Mrs Smith enjoyed the screams and howls of Inga for a very, very long time and feasted mightily on her flesh.
