I couldn’t reach Laura, but I could grab Christine. I slid my arms under her armpits and locked them around the back of her neck. It was a classic holding grip, and it meant I could physically lift her away from Laura. When she saw me coming to her rescue, Laura took both hands away from Christine.
Christine struggled in my grip, but she couldn’t get away. I didn’t feel very secure on the high heels, so I backed against the wardrobe for extra support.
“Listen ladies!” I said. “Play nicely, will you?”
“Let me go, John, what the f**k are you doing?” Christine said in frustration.
“Oh dear!” I said. “She’s got a dirty mouth, Mistress.”
Laura’s eyes lit up, and she sprang off the bed.
“She has, hasn’t she, slave?” she cried with delight. “Shall we clean it out for her?”
I’d got a plan
