A Reversal of Fortune by Miss Irene Clearmont

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Simon Bradwell, a fairly successful wheeler and dealer, a realtor and developer, a husband and a man who knows the people that decide what needs to be decided… All in all, a man who has life under control, but there is another side to Simon! A cheater to his wife, a fraud to his business associates, a liar and a briber. A man that operates at a level below the one that is openly seen. A trickster and a bully!

This is all about to change, because the past is racing to catch up with him. His lovers and wife are discovering each other, his cheating deals and the law are about to meet and shake hands, his hard-earned and cheated-for money is about to evaporate. Simon Bradwell is about to discover what misdeeds can bring.

The female cast:

Margaret – The long suffering wife.
Carrie – The wife’s friend, Simon’s occasional fling.
Sara – His secretary, the next in line to his bed.
Tanya – The Lover. The one that thinks he’s leaving his wife.
Ivetta – The councillor whose bribe he cannot pay…
Marie – A woman with no limits.

And now they are out for revenge, a cabal of women who want just one thing… Simon to be deprived of everything, including his freedom. When Ivetta, the councillor with a dominant streak that runs through and through enters the volatile mixture Simon discovers that he has no exits, no loopholes to escape through and the drawstrings of the net are pulled tight. When Simon cannot pay Ivetta for her services, the real trouble begins…

Though there is a great deal of action, this novel is as much about the psychology of the characters as much as their experiences, delving into their thoughts as they dance moves along…

F/m, F+/m, Domestic, Feminisation, Humiliation, Blackmail, Plaything, Revenge, Physical Domination

Strength 6/10 – 45,000 Words

Written 2012 Re-edit 2022

Excerpt: A Reversal of Fortune

Prologue – We find a flat surface to lay our many trumps.

The events that would lead to the dismantling of the life Simon Bradwell had known and, more importantly, the life he had planned began with the telephone call he had been expecting. He saw the call as the beginning of his new life, a life of freedom from the demands of others. He was right that the call represented the beginning of a new life. Where he was wrong was that the eventual outcome would be restraint and that he would lose everything that he so cherished, including his precious freedom. Simon Bradwell’s office was not nearly as impressive as his vaunted business plans.

A small space in a Victorian building on Howborough High Street contrasted with designs that encompassed an area almost as big as his ego. As he stood contemplating the passing shoppers from the first-floor window, Simon waited for the call that would change his life in ways that he could not yet begin to guess. From on high, he felt that he was looking down on the ordinary little mortals who passed their time in futile activity, achieving nothing and failing to take advantage of life’s advantages whilst he, Simon Bradwell, was the wolf slipping unremarked amongst the sheep.

For a moment his secretary, Sara peeped around the door to his office and announced that she was going for her lunch break. He regally waved assent and returned to his review of the street scene. As he watched Sara head for some café, he examined his feelings for his secretary. Certainly, good enough to fuck, he thought to himself as he watched her head down the street. On the other hand, she is really not to bright. Would it just make life too complicated? he asked himself with a smirk.

A mistress, a wife, a demanding business and all the complicated relationships that Simon maintained might well have overwhelmed a lesser man, but Simon found the conspiracy, lies and relationships a constant source of stimulation. Adding his secretary to the list was certainly a possibility except that she still had some contact with his rather tedious wife. For the moment I’ll leave her high and dry, after all she is a ripe cherry that I can pick at my leisure. he thought. That thought left him with a warm glow of superiority and sexual elation. Sara had joined the list of future triumphs. The first of many imagined attractive women who would be parting their legs for Simon to enjoy their favours.

When the phone finally rang, it made him start. For a few moments he let it ring to let the caller know that he had other business to finish before he could answer. This was the call that would confirm that the key was in the lock. He already knew that planning permission would be granted but officialdom had to follow its course and all arrangements had to be made formally. ‘Mr Simon Bradwell here,’ he said into the receiver in a rather pompous voice. ‘How can I help you?’ And that is the amazing thing about all this shadow-play, he thought to himself. My mistress calls me from the town hall to tell me that I am going to get what I want. The play-acting never ends!’

The voice at the other end of the phone was just a little punctilious. I’ll bet that my little spy-slut in the town hall has someone else within hearing,’ he thought to himself.

‘Mr Bradwell, I have the pleasure of informing you that the meeting of the local planning committee has decided to give outline planning permission to your project. The committee decided to give you six months to submit the detailed architectural plans, which will be required for the final permission to start building. The formal letter has just been posted.’ Even though he already knew that the permission would be given, he could not help feeling elated at these official tidings. Six years of steady work, deception and lobbying had finally come to fruition.

‘Thanks for the call,’ he replied casually. ‘See you tonight?’

There was a brief pause before the reply. ‘Can’t make it tonight, I have to work late, so I’ll have to stay at the office,’ Simon heard a small sigh. ‘How about tomorrow night? After about six?’

‘OK, fine,’ he replied. ‘Usual place!’

Replacing the phone with a small grin on his lips, Simon sat back in his chair and propped his feet on the desk. ‘Things are coming together at last,’ He thought to himself. This was just the latest stage in his success. Six years of hard graft and manoeuvring. He reached for the bottle lying in the open drawer and poured himself a whisky. ‘Graft’ was the correct word to use for his nefarious activities. With two councillors on the gravy train, both of them on the planning committee and the council secretary feeding him the inside track. On top of that he had the goods on a planning officer in the field whose brother’s building company was not listed as an interest. With a little flick he swirled the delicate malt in the glass and watched the pearls of alcohol tear for a moment, before toasting himself and drinking it all in one swallow. As he drained the last of the single malt, he heard Sara return to her desk in the outer office.

Now that it’s coming together, I can clean up my personal life and concentrate on my own pleasures, he thought. Sara is certainly tempting. Not too bright, not too clever and best of all attractive and available. The thought turned him on, the thought that he could take her any time that he fancied, take her and fuck her brains out. There was so much yet to do but he was at the high point of the roller coaster, the thrills were about to begin.

Passing his pretty secretary with a little nod, he left the office elated with the knowledge that he would soon be wealthy enough and powerful enough to change his life and walk all over those who sought to hold him back. Simon’s head was in the clouds with elation at his own feeling of superiority. So, what is next on my to-do list? he asked himself. I suppose I will have to dump Tanya, my council spy as soon as the written permission is through. Then and only then I will start a fling with the witless Sara.

Picking up and putting down relationships was easy for Simon. They came and they went. The only constant was his wife who went through life shopping and going on distant holidays, unaware of her philandering and inconstant husband – the money in her family blinding her to the fact that Simon trifled with their marriage. Still that same money had allowed him the first step on the ladder and the connections got him the business networking. She had little concern in his business and a great interest in social standing.

Simon avoided thinking too much about the implications of the planning approval. It would make him independent of wife and family. Finally, he would be his own man and his wife and her carping father would be forced to temper their criticism of his social roots and respect him as a man who was capable in his own right.

God, I can’t wait! he thought to himself as he pictured himself paying back all the money his father- in-law had lent him with one cheque. He would wait for the right moment when all her snobbish family was present, and he could bury their pretensions with one grandiose flourish. With a smile he imagined the moment of triumph that he had waited for since his wedding day; divorce not having occurred to him.

How could he know that his plans and hopes would turn to dust in the hands of these women, wife, lover and secretary? That the casual sex that he regarded as his right, would be used against him and that none of the women in his life were half as frivolous as he perceived them to be?

Excerpt from: A Reversal of Fortune