Sex Practice, page 28
"You want sex with me?"
"No! Well, yes, but not now. Pretend, Lily - pretend that you're on the couch with a candle up your cunt, a finger up your bum and a vibrator pressed against your clitty bringing out the best orgasm you've ever had."
"Why pretend? Why can't I...?"
"Because I've a strong hunch that someone is going to come bursting through the door."
"Bursting through the door? Who would do a thing like that?"
"Detective Inspector Clarke, accompanied, no doubt, by Monica Moodie."
Explaining the situation to Lily, Larry wondered where Brigit had got to. She'd only gone to the high street, he reflected, she should have been back long ago! Thinking it a great shame that the girl wouldn't be around when the moment of victory came, he paced the floor, praying that Monica was ringing the detective and telling him of the proposed debauchery.
"I wonder how Gina Cology's doing?" he asked Lily, checking his watch.
"I don't know, but I'd like to have Melinda here again and cane her breasts. It really helped me with my problem, whipping her breasts."
"I'll have to arrange it for you, Lily. I wouldn't be surprised if the time comes when Monica is tied to the couch again. You can cane her huge tits, if you like."
"Oh, yes, I'd love that!"
"Hang on!" Larry breathed, dashing across the room and pressing his ear to the door as he heard someone moving about in the hall. "OK, Lily, that's your cue," he whispered as he heard the sleuth's low but distinctive voice. Murmuring, whimpering, Lily acted her role of a female in the grip of a multiple orgasm admirably.
"Oh, God, it's heavenly. Ah, ah! Ah, don't stop!"
"That's great, keep going," Larry grinned, noticing a shadow through the drawn curtain. Good, they've got the place surrounded. "Really scream with sexual pleasure, Lily! You're coming as you've never come in your life before!"
"Ah, God, my cunt! Ah, oh, oh, my beautiful clitty!"
The door suddenly bursting open, splinters of wood scattering across the floor, DI Clarke flew across the room, crashed into the far wall and crumpled to the floor. "Shit!" he cursed, climbing to his feet and rubbing his head. "Shit, fuck and shit!"
"Inspector Clarke!" Larry gasped, concealing a wicked grin as Monica made her timely appearance in the doorway. "What on earth do you think you're doing?"
"I... er... I tripped and fell through the door," he stammered, holding his bruised arm as he gazed at Lily, his suspicious eyes frowning to see the girl fully-clothed.
"You really should be more careful, Inspector! You could have broken something! As it is, you've broken my door."
"Yes, yes I'm sorry about that. Er... are you all right, Miss?" he asked Lily.
"Yes, I'm perfectly all right."
"I... I thought Jenny Faggot was... was coming to see you?" Monica stammered, turning to face Larry.
"She cancelled."
"What were you doing in here, Miss?" the detective asked Lily. "What was the reason for you being in this room with the doctor?"
"She was helping me to tidy up, Inspector," Larry smiled. "As Monica's been away, the place was in dire need of a woman's touch, so I commandeered Lily."
"We heard screaming and moaning!" Monica gasped.
"Yes, I heard that, too," Larry replied. "I thought it was someone outside the building, I was about to go and take a look."
"My men are..." the detective began. "I mean, there's no one outside. Well, I'll be getting back to the station."
"Didn't you want to see me?" Larry asked.
"Oh, er... no, it can wait. I'll see to it that you're reimbursed for the cost of the repairs to the door, Doctor. Er... good day to you all."
Waiting until the Inspector had left, Larry turned to Monica. "Well, whatever next?" he asked. "Fancy tripping over and crashing through the door like that!"
"Yes, yes I saw him trip as he approached the door."
"He must have been running down the hall to hit the door hard enough to smash the lock. Oh, well, at least he's going to pay for the damage."
"Why did Jenny Faggot cancel her appointment?" Monica asked suspiciously. "It's rather odd that she cancelled at the last minute, and just when I'd gone to the post office."
"There's nothing odd about a client cancelling an appointment while you're at the post office, Monica!"
"No, no I suppose not. Well, I'll get back to reception. Has the girl made another appointment?"
"Yes, she's booked in for next week. Right, I have another sixth form girl arriving shortly. Lily, would you be good enough to clear up in here, please?"
"I need the toilet."
"What for?"
"To try and get my foot... I mean, to go to the loo."
"You can do that after you've cleared up," Larry smiled, leaving the room. "Knowing you, you'll spend the rest of the day in the toilet!"
Sitting at his desk, wondering whether Monica would believe that another convent girl was due, he pondered on the woman's next move. She might call the sleuth back, he mused. But, her plan having failed miserably, she might not try the same trick again. Putting himself in her shoes, he reckoned her next move would involve Gina Cology, but how, he had no idea. Gina had been ominously quiet, perhaps she was making new plans to defeat Larry?
Hearing voices emanating from reception, Larry leaped to his feet and crept across the room. Spying round the door and gazing down the hall in horror at Sarah, he gasped. "Jesus, my fucking wife's back!" Dashing to the window, he was about to make his escape when the woman burst into the room and slammed the door shut.
"Oh, Sarah," Larry grinned sheepishly, closing the window. "I was just getting some fresh air. How nice to see you again."
"I'll give you nice!" the woman spat, folding her arms and scowling at Larry.
"Yes, we did have some nice times together, didn't we? Do you remember when we went to Spain on holiday? Oh, happy, happy days!"
"Happy days? You screwed the chambermaid!"
"Well, yes, I suppose I did. But it was an innocent accident, my angel."
"Don't you angel me! What do you mean, an innocent accident?"
"Well, there I was changing into my swimming gear, and she came in and threw her naked body across the bed and demanded sex."
"You didn't have to screw her arse!"
"No, you see, I thought it was you, my loveliness. It was dark and..."
"It was in the middle of the day!"
"Yes, but the curtains were drawn. They're very thick, Spanish curtains. Anyway, that's how the accident happened."
"Accident, my fanny!"
"You've had an accident with your fanny? Would you like me to take a look?"
"You keep away from me! What about the time when I caught you screwing our next door neighbour's daughter in the potting shed?"
"Ah, yes... I was looking for some six-inch flower pots for my geranium cuttings when she wandered into the shed by mistake."
"By mistake?"
"Yes, the silly girl, she thought she was in her own garden, in her father's shed! Again, it was pretty dark, and when she pulled my dick out and sucked my knob into her hot, wet..."
"You screwed her!"
"Well, sort of."
"What do you mean, sort of? You either screwed her or you didn't!"
"Well, I did, but only by accident, my sweet."
"I am not your sweet! You deliberately screwed the poor girl over the workbench!"
"Well, put that way..."
"I suppose you're going to tell me that the illegal and debased incident up at the sheep farm was an innocent mistake?"
"Yes, you see, I was in the lambing shed trying to help a sheep..."
"All right, I don't want to hear the sordid details! What I do want to hear is how much money you're going to give me."
"Ah, money, yes! As it happens, I don't have any money, my little petal."
"Don't lie! And stop calling me ridiculous names!"
"Sorry, my little..."
"I've discovered quite a lot about you over the last couple of days. For starters, you own a nice house."
"I rent it."
"No, you don't! Secondly..."
"Would you like me to fuck you in lieu of...?"
"My God, you get worse!"
"It was only an idea, Sarah. I was trying to resolve your problem for you."
"You're the one with a problem!"
"We all have problems, Sarah. So, how have things been? I expect you were devastated when I walked out on you?"
"I left you, if you recall."
"Oh, yes, of course - the incident in the park."
"Incident? Is that what you call it?"
"That's what the police called it. Do you have a man at the moment, Sarah? Several men, perhaps? Several hundred..."
"I have a partner, yes. He's a decent man, a hard working..."
"What's his name?"
"Ian."
"What would Ian say if he discovered that you'd been coming here for several months to have your cunt screwed by my bloody great cock?"
"Oh, no! Don't think you can..."
"Does he know you're here now?"
"Well, no he doesn't."
"I have witnesses to the alleged screwing sessions, Sarah."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, there's my secretary, Brigit, and my trainee sex therapist, Lilly. They'd both be willing to..."
"I'm going, Larry!"
"Oh, so soon?"
"Yes, but I'll be back - you can be sure of that!"
Sighing as the distraught woman left the room and flung the door shut, Larry held his hand to his head. Whatever next? One minute things seemed to be getting better, and the next... Gulping from the scotch bottle, he swung round on his heels as Brigit opened the door.
"Sorry I've been so long," she smiled. "He developed the photographs while I waited."
"Oh, good, good!" Larry beamed, taking a large brown envelope from the girl.
"They've come out really well. I'm going to contact Ravenhugh and his wife next and arrange the end of their marriage."
"Great! OK, what I'll do is..."
"I see Monica's back."
"Yes, and she's up to her old tricks already!"
"Larry, there's a young woman at reception talking to Monica."
"Is there? What about it?"
"She looks suspicious to me. They were laughing, as if they were old friends. When I came in, they went quiet."
"I've a pretty good idea what Monica's up to, Brigit."
"I really don't think you should have taken her on again."
"I didn't, she sort of took herself on."
"She'll be trouble, Larry, you mark my words! Well, I'll go and organize this Ravenhugh business."
"OK, see you later."
Looking through the photographs as Brigit left the room, Larry grinned. Got you now, Ravenhugh, he thought happily, gazing at a shot of the taxman with his erect penis driving deep into Christine's wet cunt hole. Slipping the incriminating evidence into his desk drawer, he wondered what Monica was up to in reception. This was another set up, he was sure as he made his way down the hall and smiled at the pretty blonde chatting to his receptionist.
"Doctor Lickman," Monica began, smiling nervously. "This is Holly Holdall."
"Hallo, pleased to meet you," he greeted the girl, shaking her hand.
"Hi! I was just saying to your receptionist that I'm in a desperate situation. I haven't got an appointment but, I was wondering whether you had the time to see me now?"
I wouldn't mind seeing what you've got inside your panties. "Yes, as it happens, my next client hasn't turned up so I'm free. If you'll follow me."
Leading Holly into his consulting room, Larry closed the door and offered her a seat. She was in her early twenties, he reckoned, and decidedly fuckable! But, sure that he'd been set up, he knew that he had to be very careful. Monica, no doubt, had planned to catch Larry in the examination room with his solid cock embedded deep within Holly's tight cunt, he mused. One slip, and he'd not only find himself deep in the girl's wet vagina, but deep in the shit!
Who had Monica lined up as a witness? he wondered, admiring the swell of the girl's firm breasts through her tight T-shirt. Who was waiting to pounce the minute he'd impaled Holly on his rock-hard cock? DI Clarke and his merry men, more than likely!
"So, Holly, what's the urgency to see me?" he asked, sitting opposite her.
"I have a problem," she began, tossing her golden locks over her shoulder and provocatively licking her glistening red lips. "For some reason, I've suddenly become a nymphomaniac."
"Suddenly? When did this happen?"
"About three weeks ago."
"What, just like that?"
"Yes, literally overnight."
"I see. Tell me, what events led up to the fateful night in question?"
"I'd been out with a girlfriend for a drink. Nothing unusual happened, we had a drink and a chat and then went our separate ways. When I got home, I realized that I was in a state of acute sexual arousal."
"How did you feel, exactly?"
"Acutely sexually aroused."
"What did you do?"
"I did something that I'd never done in my life before - I masturbated."
"You'd never masturbated before?"
"No, never."
"Was it nice?"
"Yes, very. I lay in the chair with my legs over the arms and masturbated for several hours."
"How would you describe yourself before the night of literal overnight transformation?" he asked, sure that he recognized the girl, her features strangely familiar to him.
"Well, I wouldn't describe myself as a prude, but I was never particularly sexual."
"What have you been doing, sexually speaking, over the last three weeks, since the as yet inexplicable transformation?"
"Taking man after man home for nights of sex, masturbating eight or nine times every day, buying porno magazines..."
"Yes, yes I see. As a psychosexual sexual therapist of sexology, it's all becoming very clear to me, Holly. Tell me how's your relationship with your parents?"
"OK, I suppose - about average."
"What does your father do for a living?"
"He's... he's a... what's my father's profession got to do with my problem?"
"It might have everything to do with it," Larry smiled. "I'd say that this was a parental-based problem I'd better physically examine you. Although this would appear to be a psychological problem of a psychologically based nature, I'll check you physically before we go any further."
"What does that entail, exactly," she asked, her blue eyes locked to Larry's.
"Basically, it entails a physical examination. Er... would you mind waiting here for a moment?" he said, rising to his feet. "I have something to do before I take you to the examination room."
Leaving the room, Larry wandered down the hall to reception, sure that he knew the girl from somewhere. Monica wasn't at the counter, which fuelled his suspicion that he'd been set up. Was it a trap? he wondered, moving down the hall and entering the bondage room. What was the plan, and where were Monica and DI Clarke hiding?
"Brigit!" he called, walking back to reception. "Lily! Where the hell is everyone?" Leaving the building, Larry scanned the car park for his staff and the boys in blue. "This is crazy!" he breathed walking through the main door and checking the waiting room. "Brigit! Lily!" Wondering whether the detective was holding the girls, keeping them away while the raid took place, he decided to take Holly to the examination room, to take another step closer to the trap - without falling into it!
"Right, if you'll come with me, Holly," he smiled, peering round his consulting room door.
"Oh, right!" she trilled, leaping to her feet. Grinning as she followed Larry, the girl seemed overly eager to go ahead with the examination, he observed. Feeling uneasy, sensing that the entire police force were about to storm the building and catch him red-knobbed, he suddenly had an idea.
"Holly, I've just remembered that I have an appointment with my bank manager," he said, leading the girl into the bondage room. "I'm sorry, but I'm unable to examine you now."
"Oh, that's a shame," she replied disappointedly, sitting on the examination couch, exposing the triangle of red silk covering her swollen sex.
"I'd completely forgotten about it. I've a head like a sieve!"
"Can't you just take a quick look at me?" the temptress asked, parting her shapely thighs further.
"No, there's no time. Look, I feel bad about this, Holly. I'll tell you what I'll do, I don't normally see clients during the evenings but, if you're able to come here this evening at, say, eight o'clock, I'd be only too happy to examine you and continue with our discussion."
"Eight o'clock, yes, that should be all right," she replied, slipping off the couch and tugging her miniskirt down to conceal her red panties. "Er... will we be alone? I mean, normally there'd be a nurse or someone present during an examination, wouldn't there?"
"I have a trainee sex therapist who's usually present during examinations - I'll make sure she's here this evening, OK?"
"No, it's all right - I don't mind being alone with you. Right, until eight, then," she said, leaving the room.
"Yes, until eight."
Frowning as he watched the girl make her way down the hall, Larry was sure that there were eyes spying at him, people lurking, waiting to pounce the minute he'd slipped his fingers into Holly's tight sex hole. Why does she want to be alone with me? he wondered. Contemplating her looks again, her familiar features, he returned to his consulting room and took the bottle of scotch from the drawer.
"Come the revolution... I still say it's a bloody good idea! Parliament is right opposite St Thomas' hospital. If we take out Westminster bridge and... what the fuck am I talking about!" Oh well, all I do now is wait, he mused, flopping into his swivel chair and swigging from the bottle. Wait and see who asks searching questions about Holly's untimely departure.
Chapter Eleven
Larry had dialled Brigit and Lily's numbers several times without success during the afternoon and early evening. Where his staff had mysteriously disappeared to, he had no idea. Even Monica hadn't answered her phone, and he wondered whether they'd all felt that things had become too dangerous and done a runner. To hell with them, he thought, swigging from the scotch bottle and reclining in his chair. I have Holly to look forward to.
