Mastering the Virgin Box Set Five: A BDSM Ménage Erotic Romance novel Chapter 4

Jenny helps Mrs Collier peg washing onto a line. At the end of the garden, a spade appears periodically, tosses mud and muck onto a heap at the side, then vanishes back down into the ditch. An unpleasant smell drifts through the air, stagnant and foul. Undoubtedly some is from the sludge being cleared from the trench, but….

“Who is he? Sometimes he’s here and sometimes he isn’t.”

“Old Jacob?” says Mrs Collier, speaking through a mouthful of pegs. “He’s just a tramp. He wanders from one place to the next, doing whatever they’ve got by way of work for as long as it lasts. He’s not the fastest worker in the world, but he’s happy enough to do the jobs others prefer to avoid.”

“Mmm,” nods Jenny. “He was helping Brett clean out the piggery earlier.”

“Yes, and I think he’s lined up to be clearing out the chicken house next week. Deep bedding’s good for over-wintering the birds, but it’s a sorry job cleaning it out come the summer.”

“Doesn’t he mind doing those sorts of jobs? It seems a bit unfair to give him all….”

She trails off as Mrs Collier gives her a sharp look. “He gets paid extra because the work’s unpleasant. And given that he doesn’t bother cleaning up or changing his clothes afterwards, I’d say he doesn’t care.”

She tugs a shirt from the basket of clean laundry, shaking out the creases with unnecessary violence before pegging it up. “He’s always offered the use of the bathroom after he’s finished the work, and I’ve never yet known him take anyone up on it. They say he had a wife once. I’d guess his habits are the reason there’s no sign of her now.” She sniffs. “If he wanted the more appealing jobs, he could work more regularly. But he doesn’t. He comes in, gets well paid and we don’t see him again until he’s drunk it all away.”

She eyes the flying muck without favour. “As it is, it’s beyond me where he gets all his money. I usually have an idea where he’s working, and he always seems to have more to spend on drink than seems reasonable to me.” She shrugs it off. “Maybe someone out there has more money than sense with what they pay him.”

An unusually rancid surge billows over them and both turn their faces away, waiting for the breeze to blow the air clean. Jenny screws her eyes up against the reek.

“Faugh!” Mrs Collier eyes her clean washing. “Perhaps I should have waited to hang these out.”

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Chad scowls. “I don't like the way he looks at you.”

“Who? What do you mean?”

“I've seen him, Old Jacob. He watches you whenever he's around.”

Brett looks her up and down. “There's plenty of reasons for looking at Jenny.” He grins disarmingly, making sure his joke is understood. Jenny pokes her tongue out at him.

Arms folded and scuffing the ground, Chad growls, “Well, I don't like it.”

Brett elbows him in the ribs. “I’ll let you into a secret, Chad. I don’t think Jenny is going to elope with Old Jacob. At least not until he’s had a wash. So, if I were you, I’d stop worrying.”

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Seven Years Ago - Klempner

“Just business as usual, sir. We have a group of twenty or so coming in from the Middle-East next month, mainly female….”

“How old?”

“Varying between about twelve or thirteen up to early twenties. It’s often difficult to get exact ages for them from some of these third-world areas, but they’re between close-to-maturing and fully ready.”

“Fair enough. You can let Finchby run an eye over them when they arrive, especially the young ones. He’s telling me he has some special requirements clients lined up. Any more?”

“Yes, we have two females and one male at Blessingmoors we could be moving along. The boy is a looker, the two girls rather ordinary….”

“Fine. Again, let Finchby see the boy. Do the girls speak English?”

“No, sir. One is from Uzbekistan. The other is a Thai.”

“Excellent. I have a client asking for labourers on his fruit farm. I’ll forward you details.”

“Yes, sir.”

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