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Subject: And 3 Were Foolish - NEW - FINAL PART No. 29
Date: 22 Jun 1996 09:18:43 -0400
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This is the  twenty ninth and LAST part of a complete novel. The novel was
never published so this is its first public airing. I have re-worked most
of the material. 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, I really don't know
what to say to you.
This has not been a short story. (I'm knackered and I'm going to take a
week off) 
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 missed the other 27 parts - It was amazingly good. If you read it all,
feel free to argue with me.


				And Three Were Foolish

   				by  The Englishman

Part 29  -  The final part

The ride was relatively smooth but that was due more to the forgiving
nature of the car than to Trish's driving.
"You know what you have to do Luce?"
"Well it sounds simple enough. I just keep Jennings occupied and while
you're upstairs in Porter's office."
"That's it but make sure you keep his eyes off the monitors. I don't want
him to see what I'm up to and as soon as you get the chance, hit the
button marked play. That will stop the cameras from recording."
"What exactly will you be up to?"
Trish smiled secretively, "You'll know soon enough. Let's just say that
we're going to light a fuse. The explosion will happen all on its own."
Lucy was still shaking her head in bemusement when they pulled up outside
the plate-glass entrance to Porter's office. The door was locked and there
was no sign of Jennings.
"Perhaps he's gone home," said Lucy with obvious relief in her voice.
Trish shuffled through the bunch of keys until she found the one that
fitted.
"No, he must be here. He's probably asleep in his office or, more likely,
watching videos on the security monitor. He has to stay until the security
firm starts its exterior patrol and there's no sign of them yet. Charlie
wouldn't trust anyone else wandering around the offices with what he's got
up there."
She swung the heavy door open and they both entered, leaving the door
unlocked behind them.
Lucy shuffled her feet nervously as Trish rapped loudly on Jennings' door.
He took a long time to open the door but it didn't look as if he'd been
asleep. He was wide awake and alert. He peered at the two girls with
hostile suspicion.
"What the hell are doing here? How did you get in?"
"How do you think Jennings," said Trish coolly. 
She rattled the keys under his nose.
"If you used your brain instead of your dick, you'd know that we couldn't
walk through walls."
The doorman grabbed Trish's arm and pulled her into his office, away from
Lucy. 
When they were out of earshot, he hissed, "Don't get snotty with me. Your
friend might think that you're a big shot but to me, you're just another
cunt. I've fucked you once and I can do it again."
"Charlie will cut your rancid dick off and make you eat it if you touch me
and you'd better not forget it," whispered Trish with a sweet smile fixed
to her lips.
"He'll get bored with you eventually and then he'll let me do what I like
with you."
Trish smiled sweetly at him. "In the meantime, you'll just have to carry
on playing with yourself."
She opened the office door so that Lucy could hear. 
"Now I really would love to stay and chat with you Jennings but Charlie's
asked me to get some papers from his desk."
Jennings appeared to notice Lucy for the first time. His eyes travelled
from her face to her feet and back again. His gaze came to rest on her
bust and he was clearly struggling to control the expression of lust that
cloaked his eyes.
"And who's this then? I can't allow strangers in here, you know the
rules."
"She's my friend," said Trish with a deliberately worried look on her
face. "You won't tell Charlie will you. She only came to keep me company."
"She'll have to wait in here then," he said officiously. "She can't go
wandering about upstairs."
Trish looked doubtful. "Will you be all right Luce?"
"I'll be fine."
Lucy fluttered her lashes demurely at the doorman. "I'm sure Mr Jennings
will take good care of me."
Trish disappeared into the lift and Jennings turned to Lucy.
"You'd better wait with me in my office miss - I can't have you getting me
into trouble."
Lucy followed him meekly. She felt tense already, remembering what Trish
had told her about Jennings and when she heard the door close behind them,
her heart jolted nervously.
Jennings studied the security monitor for a moment and then flipped a
switch so that he could follow Trish's progress along the upper corridor.
Lucy moved to stand next to him. She sidled closer and pretended to show
an interest in the image on the screen. Her thigh pressed lightly against
his and she felt his muscles tense.
"That looks so complicated," she said shyly, "I expect you have to know
all about electrics and things don't you?"
His chest puffed visibly and Lucy knew that he was hooked.
"You have to know what you're doing miss, it isn't as easy as people
think."
Her thigh pressed a little harder against his leg, "Lucy - My name's
Lucy."
"Lucy is it? Very nice too."
"How do you change the picture?"
He pressed the button and the scene shifted. "This button here, look."
Lucy leaned closer. "That's amazing - Can I try?"
 He took her hand and guided it to the right button. Lucy shivered at his
touch. It hadn't been necessary for him to hold her hand - or to squeeze
it as she pressed the button. The scene changed again and Lucy forced
herself to smile at him. Jennings turned towards her and stared down at
her with obvious desire in his eyes. He was still holding her hand but,
with his back to the desk, his attention was deflected from the monitor.
She reached past him with her free hand, aware that her breasts were
pressed against him, and pushed a red illuminated button marked play.
"What does this pretty one do?" she said artlessly.
He had no need to answer. Lucy could see on the screen what Jennings had
been watching before he'd been interrupted. She didn't have to pretend
embarrassment. She blushed at the scene of a young girl fellating a much
older man. She made no move to free herself of Jennings' grip but his hand
tightened on hers anyway.
His arm snaked around her slim waist, "You shouldn't go pressing things
without asking first. You never know what might happen."
Lucy pretended not to understand the double meaning behind his words, "I
didn't mean that to happen."
He ignored her and continued as if she hadn't spoken, "After all, if I
just went round pressing things because they look pretty, I might be
tempted to press this."
The arm round her waist moved and his hand squeezed her breast. 
Lucy had been expecting something to happen and despite feeling alarmed
and revolted by his sudden move, she managed to stay outwardly calm. She
told herself that it could have been worse. When his other hand moved to
stroke her thigh, she knew that it was going to be worse. 
She wondered how long Trish was going to be. She knew that she would have
to play up to the lecherous doorman until Trish had finished but she
wasn't sure how she was going to limit his activities. It would have
helped if she'd known what her friend was planning to do.

Trish wasn't wasting time. She was acutely conscious of what could be
happening to Lucy in Jennings' office. She comforted herself with the
knowledge that Lucy had matured considerably in the last few weeks and was
more capable of looking after herself than she had been a month ago.
She opened her make-up bag and pulled out a small aerosol canister of
black paint. When the tiny red lights on the cameras winked out, she
whispered a prayer and sprayed the lenses. When she was sure that all of
the cameras were blinded she relaxed a little and sorted out the key to
Charles Porter's safe.
Her hand trembled with anticipation as she tried to fit the key into the
lock. If the tapes that she was looking for weren't in the safe, then it
would all have been for nothing. The key slipped in and, as she turned the
handle smoothly, she thanked Charles Porter for being so arrogant about
his invulnerability. 
If he hadn't had so much faith in his security system, he would probably
have had a combination lock on the safe and a separate alarm system as
well.
The heavy steel door opened easily and she breathed a sigh of relief as
she saw the stack of video tapes inside. They were well labelled and it
took only a moment to find the original tape of herself. That one went
into her bag and she sorted quickly through the others to find a suitable
one to play for her planned audience.
She left the safe open and began unlocking the desk drawers. By the time
she was ready to make her phone calls, files of customers' details,
documented evidence of names, addresses and preferences, were strewn over
the desk. The files were extremely detailed. Every perversion and vice was
carefully listed and matched against the titles of appropriate videos. She
placed the files of those customers, whose requirements included underage
girls, prominently on the top of the untidy heap.
As a final unplanned gesture, she opened Charles Porter's desk diary and
neatly entered an eight o'clock dinner engagement with the Groves-Ormsbys.
Then she made her phone calls.

Lucy decided that she had allowed things to go far enough when she felt
Jennings hand under her skirt. Unsure of how much longer Trish would need,
she tried to protest diplomatically.
"I really don't think we should be doing this Mr Jennings. I'm not that
sort of girl."
"Of course you are," he panted, "all girls are that sort of girl."
Without removing his hand from beneath her skirt, he turned her to face
the monitor.
"See that? She didn't think that she was that sort of girl. All she needed
was a bit of encouragement"
Lucy wriggled in an attempt to avoid his hand which was heading for her
panties.
"I'd certainly need a lot more than a bit of encouragement to do anything
like that."
His fingers grazed her panties between her legs and she yelped in
surprise. He was holding her too strongly for her to prevent what he was
doing and his hand stroked her with more confidence.
"I asked you to stop Mr Jennings," she said calmly. "Now will you please
try to control yourself?"
"I did try," he chuckled unpleasantly, "but I just wasn't able to."
"Are you trying to encourage me to do what she's doing to that man on the
film?"
"That's the general idea miss."
"And if I do that to you will you leave me alone?"
"If that's what you want," he said slyly.
Lucy shrugged her shoulders carelessly, "Oh well, I suppose it'll be worth
it if you'll stop mauling me. You'd better undo your trousers."
Jennings released her instantly and in moments his trousers were around
his knees. His penis stood stiffly erect and Lucy shuddered as she knelt
before him. She reached for him with one small hand and held his penis
poised. Her other hand cradled his testicles.
She smiled sweetly up at him as she squeezed hard and turned both hands
simultaneously in opposite directions. The shock and pain was too quick
for the lecherous doorman to catch his breath. Lucy could see, from
apoplectic expression his face, that he wanted to scream but all that came
out of his contorted mouth was a strangled gurgle.
Lucy maintained the pressure until it looked as if he was about to pass
out and then she relaxed her grip by the merest fraction. When he
recovered enough to speak, she reapplied the pressure until he subsided
again. She would have felt sorry for anyone in that much pain but she kept
reminding herself that he hadn't cared what indignities he'd made Trish
suffer. The innocent smile didn't flicker for a moment as she spoke calmly
and patiently to him.
"You really are the most loathsome, repellent creature that I've ever met.
The thought of your hands on me makes my flesh creep. The feel of my hands
on you is making me feel sick but I can stand that because it's making you
feel a lot worse."
"You'll pay for this," he managed to gasp, "you and that whore of a friend
of yours."
Lucy twisted his testicles another quarter of a turn and this time he
managed to scream with pain.
"Funny how men can't be whores or slags isn't it? It doesn't matter what
perverted thoughts rot their way through your gangrenous little brain,
it's never you, is it?"
Lucy was just beginning to realise that she would have to release him
eventually and the moment that she did, he would have less mercy with her
than she'd shown him. It occurred to her that with just one more twist,
she could solve her dilemma. Jennings would be incapable of bothering
anybody sexually ever again. She knew that she would be unable to do it
though. and the problem of how to release him remained.
That was how Trish found them when she opened the door. Jennings legs were
beginning to buckle and Lucy's hands were white knuckled and tiring. Trish
overcame her surprise and chuckled quietly.
"I see you two are getting to know each other. I'm sorry to spoil the fun
but we really have to be going now Lucy."
"If I let go of him, he'll go berserk Trish."
"No he won't, will you Jennings? If Lucy lets go of your balls, will you
promise to behave yourself?"
Jennings nodded desperately.
"There you are Luce, he promised. You can let go of him now."
Lucy looked dubiously at her friend. She couldn't believe that Trish was
that trusting, especially after what she'd suffered at the hands of
Jennings and his employer. Trish winked at her and nodded. Despite her
reservations, Lucy let go and quickly backed away from the crouching
doorman.
He leapt instantly, his hands outstretched claws as he grabbed for the
frightened youngster. The scream died in Lucy's throat as Jennings' wild
leap carried him straight onto Trish's well aimed toe. His already tender
testicles crushed under his own momentum as they connected with the hard
point of a polished shoe. He doubled up on the floor and writhed in agony
as he tried to breath. Then he gagged and vomited violently.
"Time to go Luce," said Trish cheerfully, "the police will be here any
minute."




Lucy was still shaking as Trish guided the Rolls Royce smoothly into the
traffic. In the wing mirror, she could see the flash of blue lights. She
chewed nervously on her nails until the lights faded. Trish gave her a
disapproving glance.
"If you make your nails jagged, I definitely won't allow them near any of
my silk underwear."
Lucy folded her hands in her lap, "How can you be so calm?"
"I'm not calm. I'm shaking like a leaf inside Luce."
"But the way you handled Jennings. I couldn't have done that."
Trish laughed, "You handled him more than I did. I thought you were doing
pretty well. I needn't have worried about you after all."
"Were you worried then?"
"Of course, but it did stop me from worrying about myself."
Lucy sat silently for a few minutes, trying to digest and make sense of
what had happened.
"Where are we going now Trish?"
"We've got to take the car back, otherwise it'll look suspicious when the
police turn up at Groves-Ormsby's place. They might start wondering how
Charlie got there. I want to make sure that Gary and Allie are okay as
well. We'll all have to be clear before the police arrive."
"So what did you do up in his office?"
Trish patted her bag, "Recovered something of mine and left some
incriminating evidence for the police to find."
"But how did the police know?"
"I phoned them and said there'd been a break in. They're bound to check
for any evidence and they'll find plenty. In fact I'm so sure that they'll
find enough to prosecute Charlie and his mates that I called a couple of
newspapers as well and told them what the police would find."
Lucy lapsed back into silence. It really looked as if Trish had done
things with a vengeance. She'd managed to think of everything and what she
hadn't arranged herself, seemed to have sorted itself out.
 Allie was happy with Gary. They were all off the hook and she was... what
was she?
"Trish?"
"Mmmm."
"What's going to happen with us?"
"What, now or tomorrow - or next year?"
"Now, mostly."
"Is your offer still open, to move in with you?"
"Of course it is. If you still want to."
"Thank God for that, I thought you were having second thoughts."
"No, I'm sure about that but I'm worried about what will happen when I go
back to school."
"Well, it might be best if you didn't advertise that we're living
together. It might make things a bit awkward for you."
"More than a bit. What shall I do about Nobby Clarke?"
Trish grinned, "Still fancy him do you?"
"Not after what he did. I think he's almost as bad as your Mr Porter."
"That's what your Headmaster thought as well."
Lucy looked puzzled, "What do you mean?"
"You really should keep up with what's going on Luce. It seems that
someone complained about Nobby and when they looked, they found thirty
seven pairs of girls' pants in his desk drawer. He won't be teaching in a
girls' school again."
"Thirty seven," said Lucy, "He must have been at it with everyone, and I
was kidding myself that I was something special."
"You are something very special," said Trish softly, "too bloody special
for the likes of him."
The car pulled gracefully into Groves-Ormsby's drive and Trish drove
slowly towards the house. Before the car slid to a halt they could see
Allie and Gary waiting outside the front door.
"Is everything all right?" Lucy asked anxiously.
"Better than all right," grinned Gary. He waved a handful of video tapes
at them. "You won't believe what they got up to, and it's all on tape."
"You won't believe what we got up to," flashed Allie, "and that's not on
tape."
"That's a shame, I could have done with some pointers," said Trish.
Allie kicked Gary half way through his offer to help at any time and he
grinned unashamedly.
"Time to go," announced Trish, "unless you want to hang around for the
police."
"What..?"
"Don't ask Allie," said Lucy, "we'll explain it all on the way - or at
least Trish will. I'm still not sure of everything she's been up to."
They parted company at the top of the road and Trish and Lucy watched
their friends walk away with arms linked.
"Do you think they'll stay together Trish?"
"They're happy now. That's all you can ask for Luce. You can't worry about
tomorrow, it spoils your enjoyment of today."
"That sounds so pessimistic. Don't you think we'll last?"
"What happened yesterday will live for ever inside us Luce but yesterday
can't happen again today. We have to move on or we'll have no tomorrow.
We'll always have what we've got at the moment."
"Careful Trish, that was almost romantic."
"No Luce. This is romantic," Trish kissed her gently and pressed a small
object into her hand.
"What is it?"
"I stole it for you."
Lucy looked puzzled and then smiled with delight as she stared at the tiny
carving and understood her friend's words. She gazed at the centuries old
carving of two young girls. They were kissing with arms entwined and Lucy
knew that their embrace, captured for eternity in precious green jade,
would last for ever.

				THE  END
The Englishman.

That's it folks.
How was it for you?
Let me know if it was worth slogging through.
Tell me what you didn't like.
Tell me what you loved - if any.

I must do some work on my orgy scenes

...really !
