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Subject: And 3 Were Foolish - NEW - part 22
Date: 22 Jun 1996 09:12:14 -0400
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This is the twenty second part of a complete novel. The novel was never
published 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  ( YAWN) or are likely to be offended
by graphic descriptions of an extreme sexual nature such as Rape, Incest,
and Paedophilia, then GO AWAY! !
(FIDGET) Regular readers of my stories such as BABY SITTING and BROTHERLY
LOVE will know what to expect. (YAWN) IF in doubt, DO NOT READ THIS! !
(ZZZ-ZZZ)

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To those who are looking for instant gratification, slow down a bit - it
lasts longer.
This is not a short story. (Pretty obvious by now, I'd have thought) 
I have tried to take the time to develop the characters so that their
experiences will be more real. If you're just looking for the sex, it's
here all right but it won't be real of course. Without the other 21 parts
the story will make no sense at all and you've also missed most of the
sex. (Apart from the orgy of course)


				And Three Were Foolish

   				by  The Englishman

Part 22

"So what did you do?" said Allie, "did you give Gary his stuff back?"
"Not yet - I was more worried about what happened with Harry."
"Harry? Who's he?" said Trish. "You're confusing me with all these men."
"He's my step-father."
"Oh so it's first names now is it?"
"That's not funny Allie. What am I supposed to call him after I sucked his
cock and let him fuck me... Daddy?"
"None of it's funny Luce," said Trish, "and none of it was your fault
either."
"Well no-one made me do it."
"Yes they did. Those tablets you took - I know about them. They're evil
and I'd have turned Gary into the police just for having them."
"They sound like fun," said Allie.
"They aren't. Men only buy them for one reason, to get women to do things
that they wouldn't dream of doing normally."
"You've no idea what I dream about," said Allie with a contented smile.
"Shut up Allie, this serious. How do you know so much Trish? Have you
taken them?" asked Lucy.
"Let's just say I know a lot about them and the men who use them."
"Still sounds like fun," said Allie.
"Not if you think about the kind of man who'd want to use them. How would
you have felt if your Mr Groves-Ormsby had slipped you one before he tried
to get you to suck him off?"
Allie shrugged. "I'd probably have done it anyway if I hadn't been taken
by surprise. I'd like to know what it's like."
Trish shook her head and tried to hide her distaste. 
"That's up to you, but you've got a choice Allie. A lot of youngsters go
to clubs and think that they're buying Ecstasy tablets. They're easy prey
for the dirty bastards who sell them this stuff."
"Well if they're dumb enough to do E's they're asking for trouble," said
Allie casually.
"What? Like people with healthy lungs who poison them with cigarettes? We
all do dumb things and some of us learn from them but I'm talking about
kids Allie. They don't get a second chance once they've been trapped. You
know? Child pornography - prostitution - slavery... still sound like fun?"
Allie said nothing. She pulled a face of apology and turned away.
"So it wasn't me wanting to... to... you know..." said Lucy, sounding
relieved.
"No it wasn't you. In fact some of it was my fault."
"Don't be daft Trish. You can't take the blame for what I did. I stole the
tablets from Gary and I took them."
"You didn't know what they were though. I knew, so I'm as guilty as Gary
Scumbag for what happened to you."
Allie looked as confused as Lucy. 
"What do you mean Trish? How can you be to blame?"
Trish sat heavily on the edge of the bed. 
"Is there any of that wine left?"
Lucy passed her the bottle and sat next to her. She took her friend's hand
and pressed her fingers into the palm.
"Tell us Trish. You've probably got it out of proportion like I did."
"I doubt it. Anyway you remember I was looking for a job. Well I'd reached
the point where I was about ready to give up...."

Trish stared gloomily at the brass name plate on the marble clad wall of
the office block. The name of the company was Charisma Promotions but,
apart from the name, the office block looked just like the other dozen or
more that she had already been to. They were all depressingly similar -
depressing because every company, that she had tried so far, had turned
her down. She'd lost count of the number of times she'd heard the same
phrases.
'Sorry, but we wanted someone with more experience' or 'Sorry, but we
wanted someone older'.
 How was she supposed to get experience if they wouldn't give her a job?
and by the time she'd got enough experience, they'd probably say she was
too old. She glanced down at the newspaper clipping in her hand. It didn't
give away much about the job. Girl Friday could mean almost anything and
it usually did. The money was certainly good though, a lot more than she
had hoped for, which probably meant that she had no chance of getting the
job. 
A uniformed doorman stood just inside the double glass doors. He made no
move to open the door as Trish reached hesitantly for the stainless steel
handle. He stared coldly at her through the plate glass as if defying her
to enter and the youngster almost changed her mind about going in. She
took a deep breath and stared boldly back at him as she pushed the heavy
plate glass door. 
She walked directly to the stainless steel door of the lift and tried to
ignore the doorman's intense stare. He stepped quickly in front of her and
barred her way. His eyes stared greedily and slowly perused her body. She
knew instinctively what he was thinking and she shuddered inside. His
arrogant tone of voice matched his insulting manner.
"Can I ask what you're doing here miss? Are you lost?"
Trish was determined not to be cowed by his bullying tone. 
"I don't think so. It doesn't take a map reader to get from the front door
to the lift."
"Very funny. I meant that you must be lost because unauthorised people
aren't allowed in here."
She smiled sweetly at him though her eyes flashed hard steel and her voice
dripped acid.
"I've got an appointment with Charles Porter, is that authority enough for
you?"
The doorman leered knowingly at her and she could see the lust in his eyes
as they wandered shamelessly over her body. His tongue flicked across his
lips like a reptile that has spotted its next meal. She shivered as a
ghost of a memory flitted into her mind. She knew that look only too well.
The doorman nodded with evident satisfaction.
"Yes, I suppose you would have. You look the type. I must say you do look
a bit young even for old Charlie."
The cryptic remark aroused Trish's curiosity but she didn't want to give
the officious bully the satisfaction of knowing that she was even slightly
interested in his opinion. His attitude angered her and helped her to
forget her nervousness.
"I'm sure that Mr Porter will be able to decide that for himself without
your help, though I'll certainly pass your views along to him if you like.
I doubt whether he'll need your opinion of me but he might be interested
to hear what you think of him."
The doorman deflated instantly.
"Just my little joke miss. No offence intended."
"I'm sure that you wouldn't need to actually intend offence. Now, will you
direct me to Mr Porter's office please?"
The superior smirk gave way to a puzzled frown as he tried to work out
whether she'd just insulted him. The problem proved too much for him and
he thumbed the lift control with more force than was needed.
"You'll be wanting the top floor. You can't miss his office, it's the only
one."
Trish smiled coolly. She wasn't sure that he'd got the point yet so she
twisted the knife a little.
"Thank you. By the way, just in case it should come up in conversation -
what's your name?"
"Jennings miss - Frank Jennings. Frank to my friends."
Trish stepped into the lift. "Thank you Jennings, and are you the doorman
by any chance?"
"Yes miss and I hope you understand that part of my job is keeping out
unauthorised people."
"And the other part presumably is opening the door for authorised
visitors, is that right?"
"Yes miss."
"You haven't done very well so far. Perhaps you should read your
instruction manual before I leave."
The door swished shut and Trish breathed a sigh of relief as the lift
ascended slowly. Her small victory over a male, even an inadequate one
like Jennings, had bolstered her confidence but she hoped that Charles
Porter wasn't going to be as offensive as his doorman. 
The interior walls of the lift were mirrored and Trish quickly checked her
appearance. She knew that she looked good and her reflection confirmed it.
Her dark hair shone and she had even used a small amount of mascara and
lipstick. She felt uncomfortable at the idea of making herself more
attractive sexually to a prospective employer, but getting the job was
more important than her stand against male prejudice. Despite her
misgivings, she had to admit that she liked the difference in her
appearance
T-shirt and jeans had given way to a white blouse with an open neck and a
pale blue pleated skirt that fell to just above her knees and displayed
her tanned legs to dazzling effect. Her shoes had modest two inch heels
but that was sufficient to stretch her calf muscles and emphasise the
shapely length of her slim legs. The lift slowed and her heart began to
beat wildly as she anticipated the imminent ordeal of yet another
interview. 
She needed desperately to get the job and she hoped that her desperation
wouldn't be obvious. She drew a deep breath and tried to calm her nerves
as she muttered to herself.
"All I need is to say something stupid out of nervousness. Just get a grip
and stay cool Trish."
The door swished open almost before the lift stopped and Trish almost
stumbled as she stepped from the hard floor onto thick deep piled carpet.
She was in a wide passage with one door at the end. The passage was more
luxurious than most of the offices that she had seen. 
If this was the corridor how much more palatial would Charles Porter's
office be. She wondered what kind of man would occupy such opulent
surroundings - obviously an extremely wealthy man. 
Discreet spotlights accented original oil paintings on the plain walls.
They weren't the usual landscapes that she might have expected in a
business setting. They were all of nude figures and it was obvious that
they were the work of master artists. She hadn't spent much time in art
galleries but somehow she didn't remember seeing nudes as explicit or
detailed as these. 
She stared in horrified fascination at the elegantly painted scenes of
seduction and love making. If they had been photographs in a glossy
magazine, they would have been relegated to the top shelf in the
newsagents. Trish suddenly realised that she was becoming aroused by the
explicit displays of sexual activity. She reluctantly tore her gaze from
the hypnotic images on either side of her and walked towards the door.
A large walnut and glass display case dominated the end of the passage.
Hidden lights illuminated its contents from within and even from several
paces away the cunning lighting showed the dozens of miniature jade
figures, that filled the glass shelves, to perfection. 
Something odd about the tiny sculptures drew her to them. Each piece was
no more than two inches in height but perfect in every detail. As she
stared at the display she realised, with a hot flush of embarrassment,
that the figures shared a common theme with the paintings. 
Every exquisitely carved specimen depicted sexual acts of such variety
that she was stunned. Male figures coupled with females in ways that she
had never imagined. Many pieces showed several men using a single female
at one time. There were women in couples and threesomes - mythical animals
and humans of both sexes copulated in obscene orgies of lust. There was a
quality about the lascivious activities that seemed to draw her into the
sculpted scenes. 
Already aroused by the explicit action in the paintings, she could imagine
herself as one of the figures. She felt herself becoming more excited by
the second as her fevered imagination plucked at her pleasure centres.
Even though there was no-one to witness her involuntary arousal, the
youngster blushed self consciously as she felt the moisture begin between
her thighs.
She turned away from the cabinet hurriedly and almost walked into a well
dressed, distinguished looking man who was leaning on the frame of the
open office door. 
Trish hadn't connected his name but she recognised him immediately. She
wasn't very interested in politics but few people could have failed to
recognise Charles Porter, though he looked younger in the flesh than in
the newspaper photographs.
His picture had been on every front page for days and he seemed to
monopolise most of the chat shows on television as well. He was only a
junior minister but he'd won notoriety for his stand against television
censorship. He took his views seriously enough to vote against his own
party. His logic and humour had gone a long way to convince many readers
and viewers of the absurdity of censorship but he'd failed to convince the
Prime .Minister and had been forced to resign.
He had an amused expression on his face but there was no malice in his
smile. His light blue eyes twinkled and reflected his smile. He was close
to six feet tall and though his grey hair put his age around fifty, he was
still handsome.
"I see that you're admiring my collection."
His voice was deep and though the tone was soft and quiet, Trish shivered
at the power behind it. She stood in silent embarrassment as he studied
her.
"I must apologise. I didn't mean to startle you. You must be Patricia
Roundtree, I'm Charles Porter."
She nodded and found that her voice had fled along with any last remnants
of self assurance. He stretched out a hand and she stared at it in a daze
for several seconds before she realised that she was supposed to shake it.
His grip was cool and firm and he held onto Trish's hand as he led her
back to the display case. 
She followed meekly. Somehow she was unable to resist the powerful
magnetism of the man's personality and it seemed the most natural thing in
the world to follow his lead. He held her hand as he gazed proudly at his
collection.
"I noticed that you were interested in my carvings, what do you think of
them?"
"I don't know. They're exquisitely carved but some of them ..."
"A bit on the rude side for your taste?"
"I didn't mean that," stammered Trish. 
She didn't understand why but his opinion of her was important and she
didn't want to sound naive to the sophisticated older man. She tried to
compose herself and say something sensible.
"It's just that I've never seen anything like them before. They're so
beautiful but some of them look positively depraved."
"That depends on your point of view I suppose. If you've never experienced
a situation, it might well seem strange to you."
Anxious not to appear naive tried to discuss the objects as if they had no
affect on her at all.
"I don't need to experience them to know that some of the positions look
impossible," she said calmly.
"I can promise you that none of the positions are impossible - difficult
perhaps, maybe even painful - but not impossible."
Trish studied the older man's unchanged facial expression. Was he
suggesting that he'd actually done some of the things that the jade
figures portrayed?
No - not some - he must have tried all of the deviations that were on
display - how else could he be so sure. She was still feeling aroused by
the erotic scenes that lined the walls and, despite her need to keep her
thoughts on the coming interview, she found herself imagining Charles
Porter in some of the positions that the figurines depicted.
She was surprised to discover that the thoughts excited her, especially
when she pictured him in the same scenes that she had already imagined
herself in. Her heart beat raced and she remembered that he was still
holding her hand. She could feel his strong regular pulse against her palm
and she was uncomfortably aware of his powerful aura of maleness. She
tried not to think about the sexual aspect of the tiny carvings though it
was difficult to ignore.
"Well, possible or not, the workmanship is quite amazing. Did you carve
them?"
He laughed softly and the deep sound sent a shiver through her body.
"Good Lord no! Most of them are hundreds of years old. I hope that I don't
look that ancient."
"No, of course you don't."
Trish blushed furiously. She cursed herself for becoming so awkward and
tongue tied. Apart from the fact that she needed the job desperately,
there was something about Charles Porter that made her want to impress
him. She didn't feel that she was doing very well up to now.
"I didn't realise that they were so old. They must be extremely valuable"
"Not all of them are old - in fact one or two are fairly recent, but then
they would be," he said cryptically. "As to their value - they're
priceless because they are unique. This is the only collection of its kind
in the world and it's almost complete, there is only one piece missing."
"Which one?"
"I don't know yet."
He studied Trish for a moment and the strange expression on his face made
her shiver.
"There is always one piece missing," he said mysteriously. "It's
traditional."

To be continued

The Englishman.

About 2 - 3  parts left to go.
Now would be a great time to fill out a short note to let me know how it's
going. 
Are you confused - excited - bored rigid - just rigid?
Is it heading where you expected?
Is it too much/too little/ too long/ too short?
Too explicit/too tame/too predictable/ too Twin peaks.
Believable/Absolutely not believable/Who gives a shit.

A little adulation and Ego massaging never goes amiss either.

Oh BUGG-ER !.....  The ORGY - went clean out of my mind.
 Never mind - next time....

...honest !

