Dot, as much as she wouldn't admit it, knew her Miss was up to something. So far she did not quite know what, but she planned to find out. This was not usually in her character, however she was getting worried. Twice this week Miss Fisher had come home from, she assumed parties (she hadn't told Dot, which added to her worry) with tears and rips in her stockings and undergarments and once with a large tear up the side of her dress. Usually this would not concern Dot, it was her job to mend such problems, however ever since Miss Fisher had had her special visitor who they were not allowed to see over two weeks ago she had been seeing less and less of Detective Inspector Robinson.
This worried Dot more than she cared to admit. Everyone in that household knew that he was what kept her together and sane. Well everyone but Miss Fisher, Dot thought with a small smile.
It was the Tuesday before last when Miss Fisher had her "special guest" over as she had put it. The next morning Dot knew that the "special guest" had stayed over, but did not enter the bedroom to draw the curtains or serve tea as she usually would have. Instead her and Mr Butler had waited in the kitchen eating breakfast in silence until Miss Fisher herself had appeared in the kitchen asking for tea and toast for two which she would personally take up to her room. Two hours later the guest was escorted by Miss Fisher herself to… well she didn't actually know where, but she had driven the guest somewhere and no one had discussed it since. Dot had thought it odd that her Miss did not even ask for any of his (she assumed it was a his) clothes to be pressed, but she had shrugged the thought off feeling it not really her place to think about such things. And besides, she had an engagement party and wedding to plan.
It was now Thursday and the Detective Inspector and Miss Fisher were due to leave for Frankston that afternoon. It had been easy for him, he had asked for the time off and had gotten it, no one had even asked why he wanted it or what he was doing. This suited him just fine, even Collins hadn't asked him what he was doing, had simply said that he hoped he enjoyed his weekend off. Jack couldn't help but wonder why he didn't do this more often, then he remembered before then he hadn't had Miss Fisher to cater to his every need and fill his weekends. He couldn't help but smile as he zipped up his suitcase and carried it to the front door to wait for Phryne to arrive.
Miss Fisher on the other hand had a lot more trouble escaping for the weekend. Jack had gotten the weekend and as a result she did not want to cause suspicion by telling her household that she too was disappearing for the weekend. She had arranged for him to book the hotel and told him that she would pick him up at 3pm. Her plan would fall into action at 1pm that afternoon as she ran into the house panting and calling out to Dot, "Dot… Dot, where are you?" Dots voice called out from the top of the stairs, "Up here miss"
"Dot you won't believe it, remember the other night when I had my friend over?"
"The one we weren't allowed to see miss?" her tone of voice suggested she was not overly happy with this.
"Ah yes, that one… " Phryne couldn't help but notice the bitterness in Dot's voice as she spoke, she almost wanted to tell Dot the truth, but decided that Jack probably would not appreciate this, she continued "Anyway, I ran into him just now and if I hurry I can go to Frankston with him for the weekend, how wonderful?"
Dot frowned, but quickly changed it to a smile "Yes miss, wonderful." This was not missed by her employer, however she did not comment. Phryne had noticed lately that Dot looked almost distressed by her torn garments, especially the other night when her dress had a tear up the side, she looked as though we were going to cry when she picked it from the floor the next day. Her mind drifted back to that night, she had a party to attend which was being hosted by Aunt P, it was a temperate night with a light breeze to cool the night air. She had picked Jack up two blocks from the police station at 8pm for a dalliance before the dreary party. She was dressed in a skin tight gold sequined gown with no back and very little front, which looking back was not the ideal outfit for working in small spaces. She had driven around until she parked at the top of a hill slightly in some bushes, satisfied they wouldn't be caught she instructed him to get into the back seat with her. He didn't speak, simply raised his eyebrows slightly before doing what he was told. She snuggled close to him before she started to kiss him gently, taking in his scent and winding his tie around her fingers pulling him closer to her. It hadn't been long before this had heated up significantly and she found herself fighting to pull his pants down, while he struggled with her dress. Finally she found the breath to speak, as she finally got his pants undone, her hand finding its way to the prize, "Jack, I don't think you will get it off" he moaned softly as she touched him and he felt her mouth close around him as she began to suck. Unfortunately for her dress, this meant contorting the tight material into a position it could not stretch too in the confines of a car, sending a gentle ripping noise into the night, not that either party had noticed at the time.
Phryne realised she was day dreaming as Dot was staring at her with a questioning look on her face, still folding her washing. "Well come on Dot" she acted like she had been with Dot the whole time "I need help to pack."
Dot couldn't help but wonder what Miss Fisher was up to, she decided that she would talk to Hugh about it that night.
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