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Adam suggested.
    Cakemix giggled and was rewarded with a gentle cuff to the side of her head.
    ‘A White Knight,’ Elaine explained, ‘is the internet term for a man who’s always trying to come to the rescue of women online, generally when he’s not welcome. It’s not a flattering term.’
    ‘Oh,’ Adam answered, wondering if Jasmine had meant it that way.
    ‘Mr Mistoffelees,’ Cakemix suggested, ‘because he’s all in black and I’m sure the sort of mice he’s hunting for don’t have tails – or not the long, wiggly sort, anyway.’
    ‘Don’t be impertinent,’ Elaine said and gave her friend another gentle cuff before turning to Adam once more. ‘Still, Mephistopheles suits you, although it’s a little long. Perhaps just The Devil? A lot of people regard what you do as a black art.’
    ‘What I did ,’ Adam answered her. ‘Remember, I’m not allowed to have anything to do with bioengineering for ten years.’
    ‘I did try to make them drop that clause,’ Elaine answered, ‘but they were adamant. But let’s not talk shop. Let’s try this wine.’
    The barman had been hovering respectfully with a half-full bottle of St Emilion, and at a nod from Elaine poured out two glasses. Adam took his, admiring the deep-red liquid against the light and swirling it in his glass before taking a cautious sniff.
    ‘Monsieur is a connoisseur,’ Cakemix remarked in open mockery.
    ‘Ignore her,’ Elaine told Adam. ‘She’s just bratting. What do you think?’
    ‘Not bad,’ Adam replied, ‘and certainly approachable, as you’d expect for an ’09.’
    ‘As you’d expect for an ’09,’ Cakemix echoed, mimicking Adam’s voice.
    ‘Excuse me,’ Elaine said. ‘Get up, Cakemix.’
    Cakemix stood, suddenly bright-eyed and nervous.
    ‘Panties off,’ Elaine ordered.
    Adam watched, embarrassed and delighted at the same time as Cakemix struggled her panties off under her school skirt and stepped out of them. Elaine took the scrap of white cotton and bundled it into her hand before speaking again.
    ‘Open your mouth.’
    Again her girlfriend obeyed promptly, although not without a look of consternation, which intensified as her panties were bundled into her mouth.
    ‘That should shut her up,’ Elaine remarked to Adam before turning to speak to the now grinning barman.
    Cakemix once more adopted a kneeling position, now with her bare bottom peeping out from beneath the hem of her inadequate skirt. Her face looked somewhat forlorn, with a scrap of panty material hanging out from between slightly parted lips. Adam could feel his cock starting to stiffen, but Elaine seemed no more than mildly amused by what she’d done to her girlfriend.
    ‘What do you mean by “bratting”?’ he asked, eager to keep the focus of conversation on the humiliated girl.
    ‘Behaving like a brat,’ Elaine explained, ‘generally in order to get punished.’
    ‘Ah, right,’ said Adam, again thinking of Jasmine, whose peculiar behaviour suddenly made a great deal more sense. ‘Do a lot of girls behave like that?’
    ‘Only the bad ones,’ Elaine answered. ‘Do you want to beat her?’
    Adam swallowed his wine the wrong way and took a moment to recover himself before he could reply.
    ‘Yes, if that’s all right? I thought you two …’
    He trailed off, embarrassed, as he tried to think of what he could say without giving offence.
    ‘That we were lesbians?’ Elaine answered for him. ‘Yes and no. I … I’m complicated, let’s leave it at that. Cakemix is a slut, and she certainly likes boys, but I don’t usually let her have them. They tend to get rather too rude with her, you see.’
    ‘I can appreciate the temptation,’ Adam replied, now struggling to retain his composure at the thought of being allowed to punish the pretty blonde at his feet. ‘Should I spank her?’
    ‘If you’re feeling generous,’ Elaine answered. ‘What she really needs is six of the best, without a warm-up. Come on, Cakemix –