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Subject: And Three Were Foolish  Part 11
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This is the eleventh part of a complete novel. The novel was never
published having been rejected by some of the best publishers in the
world, so this is its first public airing. I have re-worked some of the
material and will continue to do this on a chapter by chapter basis. The
story is about three young girls and their sexual awakening.
WARNING::: This is an ADULT story! ! !
IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF CONSENT or are likely to be offended by
graphic descriptions of an extreme sexual nature such as Rape, Incest, and
Paedophilia, then GO AWAY! !
Regular readers of my stories such as BABY SITTING and BROTHERLY LOVE will
know what to expect. IF in doubt, DO NOT READ THIS! !

To those who are looking for instant gratification, there's no such thing.
This is not a short story. I have taken time to develop the characters so
that their experiences will be more real. If you're just looking for the
sex, you've found it - but without the preceding parts it might be
difficult to follow the story.

                                                          And Three Were
Foolish

                                                             by  The
Englishman


Part 11


Allie bunched her small fist and knocked timidly at the solid oak door.
She thought it was odd that there was no door knocker. The house reeked of
wealth and they didn't even have a door knocker. She was normally brash
and certainly not short of courage, but the sheer size of the house and
grounds intimidated her. The estate was shielded from the road by tall
conifers which shut out what little evening light was remaining.
It was almost eight o'clock and it had taken her five nerve wrenching
minutes to walk the lonely length of the winding drive that meandered
gloomily through the dark pines. Though the house was invisible from the
road, Allie could still hear the reassuring hum of traffic. It was
probably no more than a hundred yards to the road, in a straight line -
assuming that she was able to find a straight line through the trees. 
The grounds stretched beyond her field of vision around and behind the
house. There were two cars parked on the wide gravelled frontage and they
were both new looking Jaguars with identical registrations apart from the
last digit.
This was her first assignment, which made her nervous enough without the
added awareness that Mr and Mrs Groves-Ormsby were obviously extremely
wealthy. 
She speculated briefly on whether she should have charged more for her
time but they'd already agreed her fee over the telephone, so she was
stuck with it. At least they'd have a decent television. She wondered if
the children of rich people would be more difficult to baby-sit. They were
usually spoilt brats weren't they?
She banged the door harder. However rich they were - it obviously hadn't
helped their hearing. She glanced anxiously at her watch. It was five to
eight and, if they were going out at eight o'clock, they wouldn't be too
pleased. She didn't want to create a bad impression on her first job but
it wasn't her fault that they couldn't hear her knocking. She raised her
clenched fist, ready to knock again, when the door opened.
Allie assumed that the tall slim woman, who had very nearly received a
knock on her heavily made up face, must be Mrs Groves-Ormsby. She didn't
think it was likely that the maid would be wearing a silver fox coat or
that she would be drenched in Ester Lauder perfume. Allie took an instant
dislike to the woman. 
At seven years old she had discovered that meat came from dead animals.
She had been a vegetarian since then but she didn't preach her beliefs. If
anyone else wanted to eat dead animals, that was fine by her but she was
convinced that anyone who felt the need to wear a dead animal was sick in
the head. 
Mrs Groves-Ormsby scrutinised Allie for a moment or two and she acceded a
half nod of grudging approval.
"I was beginning to wonder if you would arrive my dear - You are the
sitter I assume? You look rather young."
Her superior attitude made the question sound like a challenge and Allie
decided that she would have disliked the woman even she hadn't been
wearing a corpse. She didn't bother to answer the trite questioning of her
identity and wondered whether it would be acceptable, by Mrs
Groves-Ormsby's standards, to mention that the caustic woman looked rather
old.
She decided to go onto the attack with an oblique criticism. She didn't
want to lose the job before she started.
"I've been knocking for ages. I don't suppose that you heard me."
Mrs. Groves-Ormsby nodded at a black wrought iron rod that hung from the
ivy covered wall next to the door.
"You might have had more success if you had tried the door-bell."
Allie cursed silently - she hadn't thought to look there. She was
embarrassed at looking foolish and Mrs Groves-Ormsby could tell. She was
clearly the sort of woman who enjoyed other peoples' discomfort. Triumph
glowed in her face as she smiled condescendingly down at Allie. The
youngster refused to be cowed by the older woman's air of superiority. She
forced a bright smile that she didn't feel and spoke breezily up at the
formidable woman.
"Never mind, you've answered the door now and I'm on time - just."
Mrs Groves-Ormsby looked mildly surprised.
"My dear, I don't answer doors. I was on my way out when I discovered you
lurking on my doorstep."
Her look of surprise turned slowly to one of concern.
"You do look very young for it- have you done this before?"
"I'm eighteen and I've got bags of experience"Allie lied swiftly. She had
no intention of losing her first job because of some silly old cow's
prejudice.
"Well I suppose that you'll have to do. It's too late to make other
arrangements now. You had better go through. My husband is waiting with
bated breath to see whether you will show up."
She swept imperiously past the bemused youngster with a swish of fur and a
blast of overpowering perfume. Mrs Groves-Ormsby was clearly in a hurry
and she didn't hear Allie's muttered parting shot. "Ignorant cow"
The door of the nearest Jaguar closed with a loud but expensive clunk and,
spraying gravel from its spinning wheels, GO 2 roared out of the drive.
Allie assumed that GO 1 belonged to Mr Groves-Ormsby. 
She looked around in bewilderment and wondered what she was supposed to do
now. The door was open and so she went in. The entrance hall was wide and
high and panelled with dark wood that matched the highly polished floor. 
"Another rain-forest."she sniffed, feeling morally superior but she felt a
touch of envy as well. The house exuded an atmosphere of wealth and Allie
thought about how well she could live with the money that the
Groves-Ormsbys must spend on polish alone. 
There was no indication that this was a house where children lived. She
found it difficult to imagine Mrs Groves-Ormsby tidying up after anyone,
but there were neither toys nor any other signs of untidiness. The house
was silent and Allie assumed, with a muttered prayer of thanks, that the
children were already in bed.
The staircase that swept up on one side of the hall continued across the
minstrel gallery and swept down the other side. It was the kind of setting
that demanded an orchestra and a princess flowing down the stairs in a
sweeping ball gown. Allie grinned to herself.
"Shame really - all it's got is old dragon's breath."
There was an open door to her left and she decided that her best chance of
finding Mr Groves-Ormsby was there. She knocked loudly and a man's voice
invited her to enter. 
She was expecting opulence but she was disappointed. The room was clearly
intended as a study. There was a large solid looking desk stacked untidily
with books and a swivel chair behind it. 
The walls were lined with shelves that bent under the weight of the books
that filled them. More books were piled on the settee and armchair. The
room looked as if it hadn't been cleaned or tidied for years and it was
musty with the smell of old paper and tobacco. The swivel chair was
occupied by a slightly built figure with sandy hair who was hunched over a
keyboard. Allie noticed his pale complexion sprinkled with freckles as he
glanced up and smiled at her. 
"You must be Miss Katz - yes?"
Allie nodded"That's me - I'm sitting for you tonight."
"You spoke to my wife on the telephone, I believe. She told me your name
but she did not mention how young you are."
Allie repeated the lie.
"I'm eighteen but your wife must have spoken to my mum. I assume that she
didn't bother to ask her my age."
Allie paused with a dismayed look on her face."I nearly forgot, I just met
your wife on my way in. She was on her way out- she's gone already,
without you."
He laughed softly and there was a trace of bitterness in the sound. 
"We rarely go out together. She plays bridge and gossips with her friends.
I prefer the company of my books and paintings - and other pursuits which
I am sure you would find equally boring."
"Books aren't boring. I love reading."
"Excellent! This must be my lucky day. An attractive young lady who is
also blessed with taste and intelligence."
 Allie bridled at the inference that good looks and intelligence were an
unusual combination. She had the feeling that he hadn't intended to be
offensive - he had said that she was attractive. His innocent smile and
awkwardly enthusiastic charm reminded her of a small boy. His accent and
grammar were faultless but despite his precise speech, he was remarkably
clumsy with people's feelings.
"It really isn't that unusual nowadays to find a woman who reads books Mr
Groves-Ormsby, or aren't you aware that women buy a lot more books than
men."
"I am not surprised at all Miss Katz. After all, books are a lot less
expensive than men."
"You know what I mean."Allie said curtly. She could feel her temper
rising. Why was this man so irritating?
He smiled and threw his hands up in defeat. 
"I am sorry if I offended you - that was not my intention. I play with
words for a living and sometimes I tend to forget myself. Please say that
you will forgive me."
"Only if you'll stop calling me Miss Katz - that makes me feel really
old."
"Agreed - Theresa, and thank you."
Allie was thrown for a moment by the unfamiliar use of her first name. The
only person who called her by her real name was her mother - and she
usually shortened it to Terry. Even her father had taken to calling her by
the nickname that her friends had bestowed on her. 
She decided to offer an olive branch - he seemed pleasant enough. At least
he'd smiled, which was more than his wife had bothered to do. He wasn't
especially handsome but when he smiled he was reasonably good looking in a
boy scout sort of way. It wasn't his fault that he was married to a
perfumed dragon. It never occurred to her to wonder whose fault it would
be if not his. 
She smiled back, "My friends call me Allie."
"And am I to be a friend?"
"If you like. I mean yes - why not?"
"Why not indeed. It's a long time since I was offered friendship by an
attractive young girl. I shall call you Allie, if that is what it takes -
It seems a shame though - Theresa suits you, it is such a pretty name."
Allie felt herself blush. She wasn't used to being complimented. The boys
that she knew were more conscious of their own macho image than her
feelings. A mumbled,"You're all right I suppose,"was nearest thing to a
compliment that she'd received until now. Her normally sharp wit
floundered as she reached for a reply.
"I thought that you would appreciate the play on words - or is it only
when you do it?"
He looked puzzled for a moment and then smiled with understanding.
"Of course! Allie Katz. How stupid of me. I must confess that I understand
my own jokes more quickly than other people's - but I never have claimed
to be quick - just thorough."
His smile was infectious and Allie found herself smiling back at him.
"Perhaps we should start again. Shall I go out and come in again? Or will
that make you late"
"Late for what?"
"Well you're not even ready yet. You can't go out dressed like that."
Groves-Ormsby looked at her with a puzzled expression and Allie clapped
her hand to her mouth in dismay.
"I'm sorry - I didn't mean to be rude. Of course you can go out dressed in
anyway that you like."
"Thank you for your concern Allie - and the sartorial advice. You had no
intention of offending me and I'm not offended - just puzzled. Why do you
think that I intend to go out? That would defeat the purpose of you being
here."
"Sorry?"
"What would the point be of you sitting for me if I go out?"
"But the children - I thought that..."
"What children? Just what did my wife tell you?"
Allie wasn't sure if this was an elaborate joke. Mr. Groves-Ormsby
appeared genuinely perplexed by the situation.
"She didn't tell me much at all. She asked how much I charged and she
agreed that you'd run me home afterwards. I just don't understand why
you'd want a sitter if you haven't got any children."
He stood up and came round to the front of the desk. He was taller and
bulkier than his hunched position over the keyboard had made him appear to
be.
"I think I know what has happened. Come with me."
Allie followed him without question. It was beginning to look as if the
Groves-Ormsbys didn't want a baby sitter and her hopes of earning any
money this evening were disappearing fast. He led her along the wide hall
to a small door at the end. He opened the door to reveal a flight of steps
leading down into darkness. Allie hesitated, she didn't like the dark and
she was beginning to wonder if she ought to be afraid of Mr.
Groves-Ormsby. He flipped the light switch and she felt more confident as
he beckoned for her to follow him down the narrow steps.
"Where are we going?"
"Not far - you'll see in a moment."
The steps led to a short passage with a door at the end. Allie stood back
a little as he unlocked and opened the door. She was still unsure of the
situation and her mind conjured images of her being thrown into a locked
underground room. She'd read about things like that and this isolated
house with its strange hidden rooms and passages seemed ideal for the job.
She hesitated as Mr. Groves-Ormsby entered the room and indicated for her
to follow. 
He seemed to read her thoughts.
"There is nothing to be afraid of Allie - come in."
She followed him through the door and was amazed at the size of the room
beyond. She could see immediately that it was a studio though she couldn't
tell if Mr. Groves-Ormsby was a photographer or painter. There was
equipment for both and some items that she was unable to identify. There
were sets and scenery of rooms and backdrops of outdoor scenes. It wasn't
an underground room at all. The full moon's pale light streamed weakly
through the glass roof which she guessed was at least thirty feet above
their heads. The room was a basement with the ceiling removed and so it
was twice the height of the other ground floor rooms. So Mr. Groves-Ormsby
was an artist.
Realisation hit her like hammer. She could see in her mind the card that
she had written. The card that she had cleverly composed and stuck in the
newsagent's window. The card that was so cleverly composed, except that
the one word she hadn't used was baby. She read the card in her mind's
eye."Experienced sitter has capacity for extra engagements."
"Very clever Allie."she muttered to herself.
"Did you say something?"
She shook her head slowly, still mentally berating herself for being so
slow at understanding. 
"Not really - I've just realised what must have happened. You were looking
for someone to model for you..."
"And you were looking for someone to baby sit for."
They looked at each other for a long moment and then broke into
simultaneous laughter. Allie was the first to catch her breath. The
situation was funny but she'd had a wasted evening and the money was
important to her.
"I though you were an author."
"I am an author. Some of my special paintings are sold separately but most
of them go to illustrate my books. I also take photographs if the job
calls for it."
"It looks as if I've wasted my time and yours,"she said ruefully.
"It does look that way - though I must confess it has been a pleasure to
meet you Allie."
"As it's too late to do anything else, can I see some of your paintings?"
Mr. Groves-Ormsby looked embarrassed.
"I haven't got any here. You see I write the book first and the paintings
go to the printers as soon as they are done."
"No wonder you're so rich if they're that good"
"Well I must admit that my books appear to be in demand but I am lucky
enough to have a very good publisher so I never have to try too hard to
sell them."
"Will you show me some of your books then? I don't think I've ever seen
anything by you in the library."
"I doubt that you have. They are very specialised. I really do not think
that you would enjoy them."
It sounded as if he was patronising her again. Allie tried to think of a
way to convince him that she wasn't as ignorant as he thought. She chewed
her lip and wondered whether to ask what was on her mind. Why not - the
worst he could do was say no.
"I don't suppose that... that you'd consider me would you?"
"For what? I mean consider you for what Allie?"
"Well, you were expecting a model and you thought I was a model - so why
couldn't I be one?"
"What! Model for me? No... No - completely out of the question my dear.
The only reason that my wife answered your advertisement was because my
usual model is indisposed. You really would not be suitable at all."
"But why not? I'll keep perfectly still - or is it these?"
She pulled off her glasses and waved them at him.
"I can take them off you know. They don't grow on my face."
She had been only half serious when she made the suggestion but he had
rejected the idea so completely that she felt cheated. He had been
prepared to use her as a model until he found out that there'd been a
mistake. So what had changed?.
"It's not your spectacles - in fact you are very attractive with or
without them. The fact is Allie, if you had been a model you would have
known what to expect and I would have had no qualms about using you.
However as you are an undoubtedly attractive but relatively young baby
sitter, I am unable to ask you to sit for me."
"But why? That's not fair. Anyway, you aren't asking me - I'm offering."
"Never the less, as you have not modelled before, you would not understand
what is required."
"I'm a quick learner - why can't you show me?"
Groves-Ormsby looked embarrassed.
"Because you would have to take off more than just your spectacles. I
paint nudes Allie."
Allie blushed as she realised how stupid she must seem to him. It was
obvious now. All that stuff about her age and had she done it before. She
realised now why the perfumed dragon had agreed so quickly to her fee. It
must have seemed ridiculously low for a nude model.
"Is that why you won't show me your pictures?"
"No, of course not. I would never paint them if I was ashamed of them. I
really have not got any here."
"And you don't think that I'd be a very good nude model."
"I am sure that you would be an excellent model Allie. You are extremely
attractive and you have a good figure but if you have never posed in the
nude before...."
He waved his hands helplessly and Allie grinned cheekily at him.
"Don't tell me that the man who plays with words for a living is short of
raw material."
He responded to her with a warm smile of his own and Allie didn't feel so
rejected. She still couldn't see why a nude model needed experience. They
had to start somewhere didn't they? It wasn't a career that interested her
very much but she wasn't used to rejection. She felt a sudden impulse to
prove that she could be as good a model as anyone else. It wasn't as if it
one of her boyfriends was trying to get her clothes off. Groves-Ormsby was
an artist. It would be like undressing for her doctor - a little
embarrassing but necessary.
"All I have to do is take my clothes off - that doesn't sound too
difficult. You can tell me what to do then."
Groves-Ormsby studied her face and if he saw the nervousness there, he
ignored it. Allie suddenly hoped that he'd say no. She'd regretted her
impulsiveness as soon as she'd spoken. He looked thoughtful.
"Well I do need a model. Are you sure that this is what you want to do?"
She couldn't back down now. He'd be convinced that she was just a silly
girl who didn't know her own mind. She nodded mutely and began to unbutton
her blouse. He stopped her with shake of his head.
"Not yet. I appreciate your eagerness to start but we have to prepare
first."
Allie wasn't in the least bit eager - she wanted to get started quickly
before her nerve failed her.
"I can get ready while you mix your paints or whatever you have to do."
"No paints. Today we will take photographs and I will paint from them if
the outline is accepted. I need to show the outline in a week's time which
is the only reason why I have agreed to accept your offer."
He crossed the room to a battered bureau in the corner and pulled a thin
sheaf of foolscap from the drawer. 
"If you would read the first page or two while I arrange the lighting. You
will have a better idea of what to do."
Allie took the manuscript and read the first page. It was short and not at
all the work of literary genius she'd expected.
.... The soft fine material of her night-dress hung lightly on the curves
of Carrie's body. She arched her back and enjoyed the feel of the sheer
fabric as it clung to her firm breasts and sheathed her thighs with
gossamer softness. It was as long as her wedding dress and she fantasised
that this was her wedding day. She twirled and spun as if she was dancing
at her wedding breakfast, in the arms of her new husband.
 She danced to her dressing table and began to brush her hair. She
wondered as she pulled the brush through her long dark hair whether she
would dream about him again tonight. There hadn't been a night since
they'd met that he hadn't shown up at some point in her dreams and made
passionate love to her.
She was sure that her erotic dreams were a result of her subconscious
frustration and it was just nature's way of relieving the sexual tension
that was building within her as her wedding day approached.. She'd
insisted to Tom that she wanted to save her virginity for their wedding
night but her resolve was weakening as time went on. There were times,
when he kissed and held her, that she wished she'd never said it. She
could hardly change her mind now that the wedding was so close. It would
have made no difference anyway. Tom had respected her wishes to the
letter. He refused even to touch her breasts, so making love was
completely out of the question.
 She stretched and yawned. She hadn't felt tired a few moments ago and
wondered if it was her subconscious mind pushing her to bed and to her
dream lover. She pulled back the satin sheet and slid voluptuously between
the cool . covers. She was asleep in minutes and she dreamed.....
Allie felt relieved that, according to the story, she was wearing a
night-dress. She was beginning to regret her impulsive act of bravado but
she couldn't change her mind without looking and feeling silly. The story
seemed simple enough anyway and, according to the rough lay out, there
were spaces for only three or four illustrations and one of them depicted
the heroine asleep in bed. She relaxed as she saw that the whole thing
would be easier than she'd feared.
She was about to start the second page when Groves-Ormsby called over that
he was ready when she was. He directed her behind a screen so that she
didn't have the embarrassment of undressing in front of him.
She stepped from behind the screen feeling self conscious in only a thin
night dress, but at least it covered her nudity. She stood awkwardly
waiting for Groves-Ormsby to direct her. He studied her in obvious
admiration and clapped his hands softly.
"I am glad that you persuaded me Allie. You really do look right for the
part. Can you remove your spectacles now?"
"Not unless you want pictures of me falling over something. I'm blind as a
bat without them. I'll take them off when I'm in position."
"That's fine. Now when I turn up the lights I want you to walk slowly to
the dressing table and pick up the brush. Try to forget that I'm here.
Just behave normally but slow your movements and exaggerate them a little.
Is that clear?"
"No problem,"said Allie nervously. It was more difficult than she'd
expected. She was acutely conscious that she was the sole focus of
Groves-Ormsby's attention which made her more aware than usual of every
movement that she made. It was difficult to walk normally when she knew
that every movement was being studied. She felt stiff and artificial with
every self conscious step she took. The lights brightened and
Groves-Ormsby's voice was encouraging her to relax.
"That is good. Just loosen up a little more - wonderful. Now take off your
spectacles and pick up the brush."
She looked for somewhere to put her glasses but the dressing table was a
mock-up and the drawers wouldn't open. There was a soft touch on her hand
and the glasses were taken from her. Now that she was unable to see
anything, she relaxed more. The camera was invisible and so was
Groves-Ormsby. All that she could see was the blurred disks of the
powerful lights as they blazed at her. She was an island of light,
surrounded by a sea of darkness. The only intrusion on her private island
was the disembodied voice that called directions to her.
"I need you to walk Allie - move your legs."
"I can't see where I'm going. I'll fall over something."
She could hear the smile in his precise voice."Maybe later, but that is
not what I am looking for at the moment. Just rest your left hand on the
dressing table and walk two paces towards me."
She nervously obeyed his instructions and was rewarded with a faint clap
of his hands.
"Now go back and do it again. This time I want you to turn forty five
degrees so that you are not facing me directly."
"Exactly forty five degrees?"queried Allie with a grin.
"Of course,"he chuckled.
Allie's confidence grew as she joked and laughed with him. He had a knack
for helping her to relax and lose her self consciousness. He called
directions and she obeyed. It was easier than she'd first thought.
"Longer strides Allie - Stretch your legs more as you walk. Keep them
separated - I need to see two legs through the night-dress. More gap
between your legs Allie, the back lights cannot pick out your cunt like
that"
Allie thought that she'd misheard. She stopped in her tracks and turned to
where she guessed he was standing. 
"What did you say?"

To be continued

The Englishman.

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