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This is the twenty eighth 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! !
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To those who are looking for instant gratification, this is part 28 for
Chrissake - where've you been?
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. (By now you will know if I succeeded.) If
you're just looking for the sex, some of it's here but it won't be REAL of
course. Without the other 27 parts - Well, it's not what you'd call a
book, is it? Apart from that, you've also missed most of the REALLY GOOD
sex. (Apart from the ORGY of course)


				And Three Were Foolish

   				by  The Englishman

Part 28

Lucy paused in the kitchen to massage her aching feet. She had discovered
at least one very good reason for doing well at school. She wanted to be
qualified for anything that would exempt her from waitressing for the rest
of her life.
She vowed never to be impatient with a waitress again.
Two hours of scurrying about fetching and carrying for a horde of
rapacious harpies who seemed to have an endless appetite for cups of tea
and pastries had taught her a new respect for the job and the unfortunate
souls who were forced to do it. 
She looked at her watch again and said a silent prayer for the tournament
to finish quickly, but she knew that it couldn't finish before eleven
o'clock and she had to be here at the end whether her feet hurt or not.
She pulled a face through the serving hatch when she saw Trish glance up
at her from the cards that she was studying. 
If she'd known how to play she would have been sitting down in comfort and
having cups of tea served to her by a waitress instead of massaging her
feet and praying for the evening to end. 
There was a sudden flurry of movement and, as if they had been given an
invisible signal, half of the women in the room rose to their feet. Lucy
understood what was happening when the losing partners of the rubber moved
to another table, but she hadn't yet worked out how they all knew which
table to move to.
She lost sight of Trish for a moment and craned her neck to see which
table she was heading for. A light touch on the back of her leg made her
look round quickly.
"All right Luce?"
"Apart from my feet. They're killing me."
"Only another hour to go."
Lucy groaned and pretended to collapse. "I'll never make it."
"You have to, otherwise Allie's in serious trouble. If you think that
you've got it bad, just think about what she's having to do."
"I was only joking. You know I wouldn't let her down. How's it going out
there?"
"Not bad but I thought my partner was going to kill me after the last
game. I had to throw the rubber to make sure that I moved down this time.
I've been worried sick that I'd meet her too early in the evening but this
is perfect. I'm playing against her for the last game."
"I don't want to watch."
"You don't have to. Just make sure that she gets her cup of tea as near to
eleven as possible and leave the rest to me."
"That's what I'm worried about. The thought of you trying to seduce an old
hag like that."
Trish gently brushed a stray wisp of hair away from Lucy's eyes and smiled
sympathetically.
"You're not jealous, are you?"
"Of course I am, you silly cow."
Trish smiled again and blew her a kiss as she turned for the door.
"If you're jealous of an old hag, it's a good thing she isn't young and
beautiful like you are."
She turned back with her hand on the door and whispered, "I love you"
Lucy blushed and smiled back. Her feet felt better as well.

Mrs Groves-Ormsby glanced up at Lucy without seeing her.
"I didn't ask for tea," she said imperiously.
Lucy dipped in a slight self conscious curtsey.
"I'm sorry, there must be some mistake. Shall I take it away."
"No, you can leave it now that it's here."
Lucy hurried back to the kitchen. The small bottle in her apron pocket
rattled and she slowed down, worried that somebody might hear the faint
sound above the slap of cards and laboured breathing that filled the room.
Mrs Groves-Ormsby continued to grumble about the difficulties with
servants these days while she studied her cards. She had no chance of
making the contract and the prospect of losing the final rubber to a slip
of a girl and her partner was making her ill tempered. She should never
have bid the hand so high but the young girl to her left had pushed the
bidding up and given her no option. 
Trish noticed the older woman studying her covertly from the corner of her
eye. She'd taken a malicious delight in forcing her to go for an
impossible contract. Mrs Groves-Ormsby was going to go down for several
hundred points this time. Trish hoped that she hadn't antagonised her too
much. She only had twenty minutes left in which to make a favourable
impression.
Despite her resolve, Lucy felt compelled to watch. She didn't want to see
what happened but she couldn't ignore the situation. She watched
impatiently, willing Mrs Groves-Ormsby to drink her tea. 
As if she'd received a mental signal, Mrs Groves-Ormsby folded her cards,
while Trish picked up the trick, and sipped delicately at her tea.
"Swallow it all, you silly old cow," hissed Lucy under her breath. 
She'd felt genuine sympathy for the unsuspecting woman earlier in the
evening. She'd even felt guilty about what they had planned for her but,
as the time grew closer, her sympathy had turned to resentment. As she
tormented herself with thoughts of what Trish had to do, she began to view
Mrs Groves-Ormsby as a rival for Trish's affections. 
She knew that it was irrational and she knew that Trish would be mad at
her if she found out but, at the moment that she was supposed to drop the
pill into the cup of tea, she hated Mrs Groves-Ormsby with such fury that
she had doubled the dose.
Mrs Groves-Ormsby finished her tea and Trish breathed a silent sigh of
relief as the empty cup clinked into the saucer. There were three tricks
to play and the unsuspecting woman to her right had no chance of making
even one of them. Trish's partner took the trick and Trish cautiously
pressed her knee against Mrs Groves-Ormsby's in a gesture of sympathy. The
woman looked startled for a moment and then turned her attention back to
the card on the table. 
She studied her own cards and squinted as if she was having trouble seeing
them. She selected a low trump and gave the trick away. A barely visible
sheen of perspiration appeared on her upper lip and Trish chose that
moment to increase the pressure of her knee. Her opponent looked up
suspiciously and Trish smiled softly in commiseration. 
The smile wasn't returned but Mrs Groves-Ormsby didn't move her leg away.
She trembled imperceptibly but she still didn't move her leg when Trish,
with the smallest of movements, rubbed her knee lightly against her thigh.
The last trick was played and Mrs Groves-Ormsby's partner was forced to
recall her flagging attention to the table. She threw her last card down
and muttered an ungracious apology to her partner.
Trish, whose bare foot was by now sliding blatantly along the hapless
woman's leg, apologised to the other players for her poor bidding. Her
foot increased its friction against Mrs Groves-Ormsby's leg and she smiled
warmly at her victim.
"I'm sure that you would have won the rubber if I hadn't bid so
amateurishly. I wrecked the game and I apologise."
Mrs Groves-Ormsby responded with a thin smile of satisfaction and her leg
pressed hesitantly against Trish's foot.
"Perhaps you should take some... some.."
"Lessons?" prompted Trish.
Mrs Groves-Ormsby took a tissue from her bag and delicately mopped her
forehead. "Yes, lessons."
Trish smiled as sincerely as her acting ability would allow. She crossed
her legs and slipped her foot between her victim's thighs. The older woman
failed to suppress a small gasp of pleasure.
"I know it's presumptuous of me but would you consider...?"
"Teaching you? You mean bridge... bridge..."
"Lessons. Would you? I'm sure you could teach me ever so much," she said
breathlessly.
Her toes grazed the inside of the older woman's thighs. Mrs
Groves-Ormsby's partner stared curiously as she gasped again. Trish
removed her foot and slipped her shoe back on. She tried to sound worried
as she addressed the other two players as if Mrs Groves-Ormsby was not
there and, from the glazed look in her eyes, she almost wasn't.
"Mrs Groves-Ormsby really doesn't look well, perhaps I should see that she
gets home safely," suggested Trish diffidently.
Mrs Groves-Ormsby's partner looked relieved as if she had thought that she
was going to be saddled with the job.
"Are you sure that you don't mind?" she said in a tone that suggested that
it didn't matter to her if Trish did mind.
By the time they left, Trish and Lucy were obliged to support Mrs
Groves-Ormsby between them. She was conscious but incapable of standing
without help. They pushed her into the rear seat of the Jaguar and Trish
climbed behind the wheel.
"We'll have to hurry Trish. We're running a bit late."
"As soon as I find where to put the damned key we'll be off."
"Haven't you driven one of these before then?"
Trish smiled with a confidence that she didn't feel. Apart from three
driving lessons, she hadn't driven anything before. She muttered a prayer
of thanks that the gear box was automatic as she managed to jam the key
into the ignition. The engine started smoothly enough and, after some
fumbling, Trish found the lights.
It was less than two miles and the drive was less stressful than Trish had
feared. Her concentration was broken by the touch of Lucy's hand on her
leg and the sound of heavy breathing from the rear seat. When she glanced
in the mirror she noticed Mrs Groves-Ormsby with her hand between her
thighs. She was masturbating as if her life depended on it.

Charles Porter struggled to keep up with the butler's long strides. It was
not the easiest of tasks to walk quickly with a raging erection in his
trouser leg. There was no need for Gary to walk as fast as he did but he
was enjoying the other man's discomfort. 
"How much further?" panted the older man. "Where are you taking me?"
"Just down these steps sir. The master is waiting for you."
Gary opened the studio door and bowed slightly as he allowed the older man
to enter the room before him. The scene that greeted them had the same
effect as lighting a fuse. Charles Porter almost fell in his haste to join
the two writhing figures who stood in the centre of the room. Gary's mouth
dropped open in astonishment.
He'd expected to see Allie playing for time or at least fighting to
preserve her modesty - not wrestling to get Groves-Ormsby's super charged
penis inside her. He pushed Charles Porter to one side and sprinted across
the room. Neither of the two men was capable of resisting him when he
grabbed Allie by the wrist and pulled her to the door.
"You stupid cow! What the hell do you think you're doing?" he yelled as he
slammed the door to the studio shut.
"Getting him in the mood. What do you think?"
"You don't want to know what I think. I know what I saw, the untouchable
Allie Katz trying to screw herself onto a middle aged pervert's prick. I
though that this plan was your brain child. You ought to know better than
me what's meant to be happening."
 "It wasn't the way it looked," protested Allie. She was too ashamed to
admit even to herself that it had been exactly the way it had looked. 
"Oh really?" sneered Gary. "I don't remember anyone mentioning you getting
laid. All you were supposed to do was delay him until the Charisma
Enhancement took effect. You didn't need to get him in the mood. The drug
does it all. He'd be willing to fuck an elephant by now."
"He's certainly big enough to," said Allie wistfully. 
"Is that what turned you on, the size of him?"
"Don't you dare to criticise me Gary. Most of this mess wouldn't have
happened if you weren't peddling that shit for Groves-Ormsby."
"I didn't have a lot of choice either," shouted Gary angrily. "The bastard
was blackmailing me as well."
Allie might have been interested in what hold Groves-Ormsby had over Gary
if she hadn't been so angry. Her emotions had run too high for her to back
at that point though.
"I couldn't give a shit what he was doing Gary, you mean absolutely
nothing to me. You must've have done something bad for him to be able to
blackmail you."
"Isn't it possible that I could have made a mistake like you just did?"
"Okay, so I got carried away and I nearly ruined everything. Is that what
you want me to say? I should think that you'd know about getting carried
away better than anyone. That's the usual excuse for rape isn't it?"
Gary winced at the jibe, and Allie regretted her cruel remark. She was
wrong and she knew it. If he hadn't pulled her out, she'd have wrecked the
whole plan and probably been hurt into the bargain. She'd experienced
first hand now, how easy it was to lose her sense of purpose when she was
aroused.
"Look I'm sorry," she said more calmly now. "That was a cheap shot - I
shouldn't have said it."
"Oh I don't blame you," Gary shrugged. "Believe it or not I was told to do
that."
"I'll bet you needed a lot of  telling...." 
She stopped and stared at him in puzzlement. 
"What are you talking about Gary? Who in the world would tell you to rape
Lucy?"
"Nobby Clarke - said he'd have me put away for selling CE if I didn't do
it," Gary admitted reluctantly
"But why?"
"He didn't tell me, but now I know what happened with him and Lucy, I've
got the feeling that he got a bit scared that Lucy would blab about what
he'd done to her. Maybe the idea was that if she wasn't a virgin, he could
accuse her of being a slag and say that she came on to him."
"Sounds like the sort of stroke he'd pull," muttered Allie. "Look, I
didn't mean what I said just now, I'm sorry. I was angry at myself, for
nearly mucking things up, not at you."
"I know how that feels as well," he said ruefully. "It's not easy facing
the truth about yourself."
He was still holding her wrist and, as he released her, they each became
aware of the other's proximity. Allie blushed, suddenly conscious that she
was wearing only her bra and pants and it was clear from the bulge in his
jeans that Gary was displaying more than a passing interest in her body. 
He could see that she had noticed him studying her and he turned his eyes
away.
"So what's next?" he asked in embarrassment.
 Allie shrugged. "We wait for Trish and Lucy to arrive."
Even with his eyes averted, he couldn't miss the way the way that her pert
breasts bobbed with the motion of her shoulders. She caught the movement
of his eyes and, to cover her self consciousness, she snapped
sarcastically.
"Seen enough then?"
"Truthfully? No, I'd like to see a lot more of you."
Allie blushed again. She was flattered that he was interested and pleased
that it was a genuine interest. He didn't need a drug to fancy her and,
after her experiences with Groves-Ormsby, it felt refreshing. Posing in
the nude had helped her to lose some of her modesty and her old bravado
was still there.
"I'll show you mine if you show me yours," she said with a laugh and half
hoped that he would take her seriously.
"Later, when this is over, I'll hold you to that Allie."
"You'll have moved on to someone else by midnight Gary. I know your
reputation."
"You aren't exactly famous for long term relationships either," he replied
in a wounded tone.
Allie nodded. "True - we're just a pair of butterflies aren't we?"
"Maybe we should give it another try then. We seem to be well suited."
She looked sideways at him. "Okay, but no little caterpillars."
He laughed with her for a moment and then his face grew serious.
"How about a kiss to seal our agreement."
Allie nodded. "As long as you keep your hands behind your back."
Their lips met and Allie felt him break their agreement almost
immediately. He touched her breast hesitantly and, when she didn't
complain, his touch grew more confident. She still didn't complain when
his hand moved lower. The two of them had almost forgotten where they were
until the sound of the doorbell brought them back to reality.
Gary dashed for the door and then turned back to Allie before he opened
it. "Later?"
Allie grinned and said, "Maybe..."
If he thought she was going to be easy, he was right but she had no
intention of letting him know that. "Not till later anyway," she muttered
softly to herself.
Lucy and Trish staggered through the door with Mrs Groves-Ormsby suspended
between them.
"Which way?" gasped Trish.
Allie led the way down the steps to the studio door while Gary took over
from Lucy who looked ready to pass out.
The two men didn't look up when the door opened. They were too occupied
with what they were doing. Lucy gaped in amazement at sight of two grown
men masturbating frantically. They were facing each other within touching
distance but even the power of Charisma Enhancement hadn't had long enough
to break the barrier between them yet. They left Mrs Groves-Ormsby to find
her own way to the party and closed the door silently.
"What do think?" said Allie as she turned the key in the lock, "Do you
think it'll work?"
"It'll work," said Gary confidently. "Dragon lady is about to be fucked
senseless."
"I feel a bit sorry for her," said Lucy.
"Don't, she won't get hurt and she'll probably enjoy the novelty of being
fucked by her husband."
"Not just her husband," said Trish.
"Lucky her," said Allie with a sideways glance at Gary.
He didn't miss the look and neither did Trish and Lucy.
"What about the cameras Allie?" said Trish.
"They're on automatic. Enough tape in each of them for about an hour's
filming."
"And you're sure that this will work? We'll get enough on tape to persuade
them to destroy the films they made of us?"
"Oh we'll get enough all right. Gary says that the men would have wound up
doing it to each other if they'd been left long enough."
"I see, Gary says does he?" said Trish with a broad grin and a wink at
Lucy.
Allie blushed and said nothing but Gary came to her rescue.
"She's right. You know bloody well that it'll work otherwise they wouldn't
have any film of you would they - and you should be thanking her not
taking the piss."
"You'll have to get used to that if you intend to stick around Gary," said
Allie with sudden decision in her voice.
"Taking the piss out of each other is one of the things that keeps us
friends."
She paused and faced her friends, "You might as well know girls, Gary and
me, we're going to... well give it another go."
She glared at Gary and added, "as long as he stays away from drugs and
school gates."
"We sort of guessed that when we saw you together," said Lucy, "Good luck
to you."
Gary fidgeted nervously and cleared his throat. "Look Lucy, I ...I owe you
an apology..."
Lucy waved a hand dismissively. "Forget it. You might not have meant to,
but you did me a favour in a funny sort of way. A bit like shock therapy."
She glanced at Trish. "I think know what I want now."
Allie stared at her feet for moment. "Do you think we ought to keep an eye
on them."
"Not unless watching turns you on," said Gary. "You might even get roped
in if they see you."
"I don't need any more turning on but getting roped in sounds like fun,"
said Allie with a wicked grin.
She turned to Trish and Lucy, "Did you two see the size of Groves-Ormsby's
cock?"
"Can't you two make her behave?" pleaded Gary to her grinning friends.
"Never managed it yet and I don't think that you'd thank us if we did,"
replied Trish. "And if you two have got an hour to kill before you can get
the tapes out of the cameras, I don't think you should spend it standing
in a draughty hallway."
"It's all right for Gary," complained Allie with a shiver, "I've got
nothing on."
"We noticed. I thought you were suppose to be looking after her now Gary.
Can't you do something to warm her up?"
"What about you two?" said Gary, "What will you do?"
"Oh don't worry about us, we'll be all right, won't we Luce?"
"Yes we'll manage somehow," said Lucy, "You two go off and enjoy
yourselves."
Allie turned to Gary before they entered the bedroom. She showed him the
small white tablet she was holding between her finger and thumb. 
Gary stared in surprise. "Where did you have that hidden?"
"Let's just say that you'd have found it for yourself in a few minutes."
He gave her a puzzled look, "But where...?
Allie grinned and kissed him.
"I'll tell you after you've taken your half," she whispered as she closed
the door.
Lucy turned to Trish, "So where does that leave us?" she said with an
expectant smile.
Trish kissed her on the cheek. "We're going back to the office."
Lucy's smile faded. "What! your office? But why? Surely you're not going
to carry on working there after this."
"No of course not, but I want to make sure of a few things."
Lucy looked upset and puzzled. "I thought that it was all sorted now."
"You didn't think that I was going to leave them to carry on with their
dirty little business did you?"
"But what can we do to stop them Trish?"
Trish reached into her pocket and pulled out a bunch of keys. 
"We can start by borrowing Charlie's car. I've never driven a Rolls
Royce."
The memory of their trip in the Jaguar was still fresh in Lucy's mind.
"Are you sure about this, he'll be livid when he finds out."
"I think that he'll have other things on his mind by then Luce. Come on,
I'll explain on the way."

To be continued

The Englishman.

Only one part 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.

Did you spot the orgy?
I know - hardly worth waiting for was it?
I'm not into orgies anyway
