Lust on the Loose (26 page)

Minty was
squirming beside him, her slender legs crossing and recrossing.
Billy realised with some surprise that she was star struck.

'Where were
you in sixty-eight?' Brick asked.

'I was in my
second year at Cambridge.'

'That's it,
then. We played Cambridge. Oh yes, I remember it clearly. You were
one hot little blue-stocking back then, Ms Hush.'

'I don't know
what you mean, Brick, honestly. I never went to a concert of yours
in Cambridge. Really.' Squirm, squirm went her little bum in her
tight cream skirt. Swish, swish went the silk of her stockings as
she crossed her lovely legs.

'Stop shitting
me, Minty, we were very close friends for a short while back then
and I can prove it.'

'How?'

'You have a
mole up the top of your thigh. Boy, how I used to love to lick that
chocolate button!'

'Well, you're
wrong. I don't have any such mole.'

'Says
you.'

'I don't.'

'OK, if that's
what you say.'

'But I
don't
.'

'Hey, no need
to get upset. A gentleman always believes a lady.'

'But I don't, I tell you.
Look
.'

So there it
was. She had pulled her skirt up above her knees and Billy realised
with a thrill that she was wearing suspenders and stockings - who'd
have thought it?

Brick made a
careful study of the exquisite milk-white flesh presented for his
inspection.

'As I recall,'
he was saying as he took hold of the hem of her skirt and eased it
higher, 'it was way up on the inside of the left thigh.' And he
slid his long fingers up the creamy skin above her stocking top,
probing into the ravine between her legs in search of the elusive
blemish.

For a moment
there was silence and Billy was deafened by the sound of his heart
beating. His hand was inside Candy's brassiere, rolling the firm
stub of a nipple between his fingers, but his attention was fully
fixed on the action in front of him. Minty, he could see, was
shivering like a flu victim as Brick made a scrupulous examination
of her naked thighs.

'Maybe it's on
the right side,' he said. 'It's been such a long time since I had
the pleasure... Now where is it?'

Minty's legs
were now spread across Brick's lap as he made himself free with her
lower limbs, twisting and turning her flesh to his satisfaction
and, in the process, laying bare her entire stomach and the wet
wisp of matching cream that covered the thrusting vee of her
pubis.

'Maybe it's a
little higher - on the inside, if you get my meaning. Oh my, what
have we here?'

Brick had now
pushed the material of her panties to one side and was boldly
examining her exposed groin. His brazen fingers combed through the
silky bush of chestnut hair and opened up the delicate pink oyster
of her quim.

'Well, Ms
Hush, it looks like I owe you an apology, you don't have any marks
on your skin whatsoever. But you do have the cutest, the most
adorable and the juiciest pussy I've seen in a long while.'

Minty's pelvis
bucked and undulated to his touch. Her upper body had flopped back
along the couch, her eyes were tight shut and her breasts rose and
fell rapidly as her breath shortened.

'With your
permission, ma'am,' said Brick, 'I wonder if I may pay my respects
in the appropriate manner?' Minty said nothing but unceremoniously
grabbed him by the hair and pulled his head down into her
crotch.

She came twice
before she allowed him up for air, her slender arms tense with
unlikely strength as she held his face to her hungry snatch, her
eyes shut all the while, her perfect mouth set in a rictus of
effort.

Meanwhile, her
face still held to the peephole, Candy had reached behind her and
pulled Billy's penis out of his pants. Now he was bollock deep
between the pouting lips of her honeypot as she bent forward, her
elbows on the ledge of the serving hatch. Billy jammed his
throbbing organ fast within her, cushioning his stomach against her
pliant bum cheeks, determined not to shoot off until he had
savoured every nuance of Minty Hush's seduction.

Brick was now
cradling a relaxed and out-of-breath reporter against his broad
chest. She ripped open his shirt and buried her face in the mat of
hair beneath.

'Take your
cock out,' she said, 'there's something I want to do.'

Brick stood,
unbuckled his jeans and pulled his organ free. It thrust out from
the sandy hair of his groin like a great club, gnarled and veined
and as stiff as a baseball bat.

'Come here,'
she commanded and he stepped up to her so the great organ swung
arrogantly right in front of her pretty face.

She took it in
both hands, one dipping to fondle the big furry balls at the base,
the other halfway up the shaft. Bending the stem to her mouth, she
ran her tongue up to the rim and over the glistening scarlet cap.
She looked up at him and smiled beatifically. 'Ready?' she
asked.

Billy's
fingers were in Candy's crotch gently rubbing her clit and she
squeezed her thighs together to still him for a moment. Both
trembled on the edge of orgasm as they watched.

Minty placed her mouth to the swollen head of Brick's penis
and spoke into it as if it were a microphone. In her best
newscaster's voice she said, 'Testing, testing. One two, one two.
This is Araminta Hush for
News at
Ten
, alone with Brick Tempo, rock
superstar, about to give head.'

Then, with a
hysterical laugh, she thrust the obscene member between her
incredible lips and began to suck.

Billy couldn't
hold it any longer. His mind bewitched by the sight of the
immaculate Minty chewing on Brick's fat cock, he shot off deep
inside the palpitating channel of Candy Kensington's cunt.

Sophie found
Patsy amongst the chaos of Pandora's flat. Pandy had been driven
away in a police car some ten minutes earlier and Sophie had
watched from across the road until she judged the moment right to
catch Patsy off-guard.

'Christ,' she
said as she edged her way in the front door past a heap of luggage
in the hall and a pile of half-opened post that had been carelessly
kicked along the carpet. The sitting-room was as cluttered as ever
but it smelt worse. 'Christ,' Sophie repeated, 'this place
stinks.'

'Pandy and I
were going to clear up when we got back but your lot just took her
away,' said Patsy.

'I'll give you
a hand. We could sort it out in no time.' Patsy lit a cigarette and
tossed the spent match towards the overflowing ashtray. It fell
short but she made no attempt to pick it up.

'No thanks.
You just want an excuse to snoop around.'

'It's a
genuine offer.'

'Oh yeah?
Well, you needn't worry in any case. We've had three policemen
poking around here for the past hour, the same guys who were
watching the boat and being all chummy. Now they're marching about
like little Hitlers. What's going on, Sophie?'

'You haven't
seen the news, have you?'

'No.'

'Let's go down
to the wine bar.'

'Oh blimey,'
said Patsy when Sophie described Danny's video. 'Fancy old Dan
saying that about me on the telly.'

'He also said
he'd seen you two days ago.'

'He said
that?'

'Is it
true?'

'Yes. He
popped up after you'd scarpered on Monday.'

'How?'

'He got some
diving gear and climbed on board from the river side of the boat.
He's good at all that diving lark, does a lot of it in Spain. Bit
of a laugh, eh?'

'I can assure
you that my superior officer is not laughing. She's tough. Pandora
is probably finding out how tough round about now.'

Patsy shrugged
and swigged down half a glass of house white in one gulp.

'How could you
do it, Patsy? The whole set-up was to protect you. Why didn't you
at least tell me he'd been there?'

'A fat lot of
good you are at protecting anybody, Sophie Stark. If you ask me,
all you're good at is dropping your knickers.'

'You bitch! He
could have killed you and I was trying to prevent that
happening.'

'Well, he
didn't. He still loves me and now everybody knows it.' She refilled
their glasses and attacked hers thirstily. 'But I couldn't tell
you, Sophie. I'm his wife. He wants me to go out to Spain and live
with him. We could start over.'

'And you think
that will work?'

'Why shouldn't
it?'

'What about
the bimbo in residence?'

'She can go
back to walking the streets or whatever it was she did before she
got her hooks into my Danny.'

'Oh dear,
Patsy.'

'Don't you oh
dear at me. Just because I've got him and you haven't.'

'I'll catch
him yet. All this living happily ever after in Spain is just a
dream, Patsy. He's going to see out his days in Parkhurst and I'd
advise you to find another man.'

There was a
strained silence between the two women. Sophie's harsh words had
blown away Patsy's good humour like a chill breeze.

'Let's face
it, Patsy, we're on opposite sides of the fence. However, it
doesn't mean we can't like each other.'

'Even though I
said you were only good at dropping your knickers?'

'I'm not the
only one, sister slut. Why don't we get another bottle and swap
rude stories? About men.'

'Aren't you
going to ask me about Danny?'

'I thought I
just did.'

'He poked
Pandora.'

'What!'

'It was an
accident at first. It's difficult to explain but she loved it. She
thought having a big thick dick up her was wonderful.'

'There's a
reason for that, Patsy. It is.'

Two bottles
later Sophie had heard a blow by blow, lick by lick, suck by suck
account of the orgy on the boat that she had missed. Reprehensible
though it was, the salacious detail and the wine were making her
pussy weep with frustration.

'You're
getting turned on, aren't you?' said Patsy as she observed Sophie
shift uncomfortably in her seat.

Sophie nodded
guiltily. The image of Danny Fretwork on screen loomed large in her
mind, she could imagine the twinkle of those pale blue eyes and the
smirk of his roguish smile. He was an attractive sod all right. She
vowed she'd have him properly before she put him away for life. Yes
sir, stuffed and mounted in her trophy cabinet before he joined the
Crispin Kingsleys of this world behind bars. God, it seemed an age
since she had last had a man!

'He'd be such
a darling, my Danny,' mused Patsy drunkenly, 'if he wasn't such a
bastard. Mind you, I love it when he's like an animal. All
dominating and passionate. I really got him going this time 'cos I
made him jealous.'

'Oh yes?'

'He found out
about Billy. He went completely ape-shit. It must mean he still
loves me, don't you think?'

'How did he
find out about Billy?'

'I can't
remember exactly. I made some joke about the rude photos Billy took
and he got all excited. Like Billy was the reason he'd had to do a
runner to Spain. And Pandy didn't help.'

'What do you
mean?'

'She told him
how Billy had got his leg over that Tracy friend of hers. She put
the boot in good and proper.'

'He gets
around a bit, this Billy, doesn't he? It sounds like he lives a
charmed life.'

Patsy gave a
harsh caw of laughter. 'It won't be charmed no more if my Danny
runs into him. He said he'd sort him out good and proper.'

'Really?'

'There's not
much chance of that though, is there? I reckon he's halfway back to
Spain already, now me and him have sorted things out.'

'You could be
right,' said Sophie, her stomach suddenly alive with nervous
tension, 'but I wouldn't be so sure.'

At £100 a
minute Brick had already earned Poor Pussy around £7000 and was
showing no sign of flagging. Candy had happily filed away four
substantial cheques, one of them drawn on the personal bank account
of the Honourable Vanessa Crumble who had, so far, been the only
one to cause Candy and Billy any anxiety.

'I know what's
going on here!' she had said to the pair of them as they reappeared
after the excitements of watching Brick entertain Minty. 'It's
utterly disgraceful!'

'What do you
mean, Vanessa darling?' said Candy in her sweetest tones.

'I mean that
lewd and obscene acts are taking place in that room in return for
money! I mean that Minty Hush and Petronella Smiles and God knows
who else are lining up for a sex session with Brick Tempo! Well, I
won't stand for it.'

'But
Vanessa—'

'I am the new
Minister for Transport, Candy Kensington, and I do not expect to be
kept waiting!'

So it was that
the Hon Crumble had jumped the queue and gone in next. In the
circumstances Billy had felt quite justified in slipping into the
adjoining room to watch Brick charm the politician out of her
knickers. To his surprise, there had been no need. Vanessa had
greeted Brick with an open-mouthed kiss that had lasted for a good
thirty seconds as her hands roved without ceremony under the silk
robe that had now replaced Brick's clothes.

Then she had
simply hoisted her dress over her thighs and turned to present
Brick with a broad nude bottom already prepared for the fray. Of
knickers there was no sign - perhaps, mused Billy, busy people like
the Hon Vanessa had no time for such inessentials.

'Shove it up
me, Brick,' she had cried, bending forward over an armchair. 'Don't
hold back! I want all of your degenerate groupie-fucking, rock-star
cock up my passage right now! OH!'