Trials and Tribulations – Part 4
Sands looked
worried as she crossed the tented floor, looking from side to side.
"Aunt
Grace...Aunt Pippa...” she said quietly as she came towards the two women, “have
you seen my Mom or Heather?"
"Not in
the past few minutes Sands...Why?" Grace looked round.
"A couple
of photographers want to take my picture...and I don't want them to, but to put
them off I said I'd ask if it was okay?"
"Real
photographers?" Pippa asked suspiciously.
"Yes...one
is from Display, the other is from Hello...I looked at their badges."
"Those I
can't help you with Sands," Pippa relaxed. "You are a beautiful girl
from a very well known family, the paparazzi are going to photograph you."
"And at
least they had the good manners to ask you for permission," Grace nodded,
"most don't."
"They are
going to photograph me even if I don't want?"
"Sorry
Sands – it’s a hazard you will learn to live with over time."
Sandy looked
down and shook her head.
"Now who
is this beautiful young lady may I ask?"
Grace said as
she said "This is the younger Alexandra Richmond Fergus. Sands, meet Fergus MacLean, an old friend of
me and Pippa."
"It's a
pleasure," he said as he kissed her hand, causing Sands to giggle. “And these young ladies?”
“This is Katy,
Shawnee and Laura,” Sands said as they walked over in their dresses, giggling
as Fergus kissed their hands as well.
“Fergus lived
in Africa,” Pippa said as the girls took him by the hand.
“Oh tell me all
about Africa,” Shawnee said as Bev joined Caroline.
“What is my
‘cousin’ up to now,” she said as she sipped her drink.
“That is a very
good question,” Caroline said with a smile as Sands waved to Vicky and Alison
Clarke to join them…
"Well
darlings this is a little group that hasn't been together in many a fine
year," Mandy said as she smiled at her friends.
"Agreed,"
Paula Lardarn smiled. “But it was a real
pleasure to fly over with all of you yesterday.”
"How is
your jetlag darling?"
"Terrible...” Looking round, Paula said “but it’s still
nice to be here with old friends."
"Well as
the one who has been hiding in Cornwall for so many years, I guess I'm the one
to blame." Olivia Treharron smoothed a wrinkle out in her gloves as she
looked through her designer glasses.
"Nonsense,"
Queen Therese laughed. “We all have just
been very busy, that’s all… Oh my lord,
Francesca? Is that really Francesca di
Cambrello I see before me?”
"Terri,
you didn't say you were going to be here?" Francesca said with a smile as
she kissed the Queen on both cheeks.
"Nor did
you darling...but more importantly what is this I hear of you and your daughter
being reunited? And..." the Queens voice lowered to a whisper, "that
they let you out of that dark nasty business?"
"Both
things are true darling...” Francesca turned and beckoned her daughter over,
smiling as she said “and this is my Carlotta...Charlotte as she prefers."
"Your
Majesty," Charlotte bobbed down.
"Does
she?"
"She does
Terri."
"Well then
call me Terri please," the Queen kissed the younger woman, "and I
know about your Mother's other career since she once did a superb job of
protecting me from the threats of some Communist thugs."
"Ah...I
did wonder." Charlotte smiled. "So Terri, I saw your daughter with a
lot of other models...is your husband here?"
"Yes - he
got subverted by Guy du Grechy and is talking horses."
“Happens a lot
at these meetings…”
“Fi! I’m so glad you could make it over,” Abby
said as she hugged the young English model.
“Well, Mummy
was coming over, and I have already completed my exams,” Fiona said, “so I
decided to join her for the trip. It’s
good to see so many others here – did I see Trina earlier?”
“You did – but
she’s disappeared somewhere…”
“Hey Chat,”
Blair said as she walked over.
“Well, if it
isn’t my prodigal sister,” Chet said as he stood with Anna, “what can I do for
you?”
"Where is
Sarah?" asked Blair.
"She's
over there somewhere sister dear...Why?"
"A female
confidence crisis....and Sarah having been there and done it, might be the one
to convince someone that she is in fact a stunner."
"Well I
can just about see her over there." Chet pointed.
"Thanks
Bro," Blair said as she walked to where Sarah was talking to some of the
other girls. “Sarah, I need you to come
with me for a minute…”
“Where did Eve
go,” Aileen Gaunt said as she came over to join Ama and Jo.
“I’m not sure,”
Jo said as she looked round, “I know she was talking to Poppy a few minutes
ago, and…”
“I see her,”
Ama said as she glanced in the other direction, “I think she has joined the
crowd around Mister MacLean.”
“What crowd,”
Aileen said – and then she saw Eve alongside Poppy, Erica and Jess, standing
around Fergus as he talked to the growing group of young girls. “Oh my goodness – he has them spellbound!”
“Who has who
spellbound,” John said – and then he looked and smiled. “I remember him from the von Furstenheim
wedding – he lives in Africa doesn’t he?”
“I wonder,”
Marianne said as she stood with a glass in her hand, “do you think Fergus ever
in his life thought he would have a career as a teacher?”
“I’m not sure,”
John said as he smiled, “but he always has been a good raconteur. Of course, his audience today is somewhat
younger than the club, but still…”
“”Well, I see
Uncle Fergus has not lost his touch,” Charlotte said as she joined them. “He’s got them in the palm of his hand,
hasn’t he?”
“True,”
Marianne said, “but does he realise just how much they are looking at him…”
"Should we
be worried about Fergus's attentions?" Adam asked Grace. "Not one
member of that harem round him is more than 14 you know?"
"I think
it's more a case of worrying FOR Fergus Adam," Grace smiled.
"Yeah
Katy, Sands, Shawnee, Laura, etc...all with a serious case of 'crush'."
Jan laughed.
"Agreed,
his good manners in talking with Sands have led to him 'acquiring' their whole
group..."
"Plus MY
daughter and all HER friends." Pippa looked over. "As you said Jan
the girls are perfectly safe...but is he?"
"That I
cannot speculate on." Jan laughed again.
"Fergus
always did have more charm then he knew what to do with," Marianne giggled
lightly as she watched him. "Now he's overused it."
"Do you
see them fluttering their eyelashes at him?" John laughed.
"I did... Poor Fergus, we really ought to go rescue
him."
"You mean
from all that young talent?" Bev asked, "I bet 'e's really 'avin' the
time of 'is life."
"I'd take
that bet," a Midwestern accented voice said behind her,
"You
would?" Bev turned..."'ey Miss Stratton...I mean Pru, you didn't say
you was coming?"
"We made a
last minute decision," Pru smiled as John kissed her. "Darling can I
present Bev Martello, and John and Marianne Vosloo, I met them in Monte
Carlo."
"Pleasure
to meet you," Jerry Levin said as he extended a hand. “So you’re the young talent Pru met at Monte
Carlo. She was very impressed with you –
and she says you are going to do a tournament over the summer.”
“I am – but I
may be taking a trip for a while.”
“Oh,” Pru said,
“where to?”
“’Ong Kong…”
“So – what do
we think?”
Sarah walked
slowly round, before she said “I know exactly how you’re feeling Sally. Trust me – you’re probably having kittens
looking at yourself now, but you do look fantastic.”
“But you look
fantastic in that dress – and it goes without saying Mary and Trina look
great. It’s just I’ve never felt I could
carry this off…”
“Well, I’m not
the Wizard,” Janine said, “but I think they’ve done a fantastic job as well.”
“What we need,”
Mary said quietly, “is an unbiased opinion.
Come on – let’s see what the only person who really matters says.”
“Agreed,” Trina
said as she and Mary took the young girl by the arms, Sarah opening the door as
they stepped out.
“Hey Pops –
have you seen Mary or Sally anywhere?”
Dave Clarke
looked at his son, before he said “sorry – I know the boys went off with George
Richmond, but…”
“Hey David.”
David turned
round and stared at the young woman standing in front of him. Her brown hair had been cut and styled, and
she was wearing a light chiffon dress with capped sleeves, blue with a red
floral print on it. The skirt was
pleated and came to just above her knees, while the soft leather three inch
heels added extra height. Her makeup
highlighted her cheekbones, the subtle blue eye shadow highlighting her clear
eyes.
“Sally?”
“See,” Sally
said, “I told you this was a…” She was silenced as David took her head in his
hands, and then gently pressed his lips against her ruby red ones.
“Well,” she
gasped when he stopped, “that was nice.”
“Yeah it was –
may I take you for a walk?”
“Of course you
can,” Sally said as David took her arm and they walked away, he hand on the
wide blue hat she was wearing.
“Well, Mary,
that was worth seeing,” Dave said with a smile.
“Yeah Pops,”
Mary said, “she needed that boost of confidence, and look what happened. Actually, I’m amazed the girls haven’t…” She then looked over as she heard Alison say
“Oh wow Uncle Fergus – you have led such an interesting life…”
“Uncle Fergus?”
Dave looked
over to where some of the others were watching, and talking amongst themselves,
before he said “might be best if I…”
“Hello Dave.”
“Missy,” he
said as he turned and saw the agent behind him, “how do you do that?”
“That’s what
we’d all love to know,” Trina whispered to Mary, making her giggle as she
watched them talk.
“I need to take
a small break, ladies,” Fergus said as he stood up, “and make some arrangements
for the race. Maybe we can get to talk
later…”
As he stood up,
the girls all started talking to each other as he walked to where Marianne,
John, Grace and Pippa were standing.
“Well now,”
Marianne said with a smile, “how does it feel to be the centre of attention,
Fergus darling?”
“Why didn’t
someone warn me,” Fergus said as he drained a glass of champagne in one gulp.
"Oh Uncle
Fergus you are just SO CLEVER!" Grace laughed as she spoke in a young girl’s
voice.
"And you
can lay off as well Grace." Fergus rolled his eyes.
"It's
Karma...reward for you juggling so many girls when you were the right
age."
"It's a
pain where I sit..."
"Fergus
I've waited years to see the Goddess get you for playing round on
Grace..."
"SHUT UP
Philippa..."
"I do
believe he's lost his sense of humour." Pippa giggled.
“A few drinks
and I’ll show you a sense of humour,” Fergus said as he grabbed another
glass. “Talk horses to me - quickly…”
"I expect
to see a run to the trailer," Mary Thomas laughed, "so many girls are
going to provoke competition, look for boosts to makeup, more adult..."
"And
sexier..." Denice smiled.
"Clothes,"
Merlin continued, "and even higher heels."
"Shouldn't
we do something?" Heather asked, "I'm afraid Sands is
smitten..."
"Why ruin
a perfectly good spectacle?" Mary asked. "Everyone is aware of what
is happening, Fergus is a gentleman, and besides everyone is enjoying his
discomfort."
"My only
worry is that one of those girls will embarrass herself by going too far."
Denice nodded, "And I'm praying it won’t be my daughter."
"Shirley
what do you know about the Legend of the Manchurian Gold?" Juliette asked
as they stood to one side.
"Do you
mean the reality, or all the books?"
"Both?"
"Well I
know I loved that movie Hammer made in the late sixties with Christopher Lee
for once not playing the Oriental baddy." Shirley sipped her drink,
"I just love those old films."
“That is fun –
but the reality?”
“A large amount
of gold destined to fight the Japanese invaders went missing in London in about
1933. Rumour was the courier was stopped
after he was arrested for the theft of jewels from the Ritz. As he was the only one who knew where the
gold was, and he died in prison, it remained lost.”
“Well,”
Juliette said quietly, “suppose I told you that I may be on the trail of the
location.”
Shirley looked
at Juliette, before she said “it was rumoured to be nearly twenty millions
pounds sterling then. The reason it’s a
legend is because it is lost, and if it was found…”
“Interested?”
“Let’s talk
more next week…”
“So where are
they all off to in a hurry,” Doc said as she watched Sands leading the younger
girls out of the tent.
“By the looks
of things,” Nikki said as she watched, “the changing cabins outside.”
“And what has
brought this on,” Pepsi said as Katy walked past.
“They want to
impress – see you girls later,” she said as she ran after them.
“Someone? Who?”
“Fergus
McLean,” Becca said as she looked at the older group.
"Just be
glad they all seem to be fixated on Fergus." Susan laughed, "Means
that unlike in previous estrogen crises I don't have to keep an eye on my
Clint."
"Were we
ever that bad?" Pepsi shook her head.
"I
know...Kids today?" Becca shook hers.
"Oh like
it was so very long ago that you were all prowling nymphets." Susan laughed
again. "Do any of you realise how close I came to scratching your eyes out
when you all made eyes at my husband?"
“When was
that?”
“October two
years ago – the party Shirley hosted where you met Ama, and by all accounts…”
“Oh yeah,” Doc
said with a smile.
“And then the
Halloween party at Jan’s apartment – I heard you had to be stopped from
approaching Curt that night as well.”
“Yeah, that is
true,”
“Still,” Pepsi
said, “just how bad could it…” She then
looked at Katy as she came back in, wearing a sun yellow mini dress and
matching four inch heels, fully made up.
“Okay,” Doc
said, “you’d expect that from Katy, but…
Oh Goddess.”
“Jo,” Curt said
as he tapped her shoulder, “I think you need to turn round and look.”
“Look at…” Jo turned round and stared, her mouth open
until Curt gently closed it.
“Lover?”
Sandy looked at
Heather who was staring at the entrance to the tented area, and then followed
her line of sight.
"Oh dear
Goddess is that my daughter?" Sandy gasped.
"If it is
then she isn't the Sands I helped dress this morning," Heather shook her
head, as the still only 12 year old posed for the press.
“What does she
have on?"
"You mean
nearly on?" Heather looked amazed as she smiled.
"Okay - A
black and white mini dress, long black gloves, her hair up under a fascinator. She must have got it all from the cabins."
"Not to
mention five inch stilettos lover."
"And that
makeup?"
"Why
didn't Mary or someone else stop her?"
"I don't
know," Sandy took a look at the makeup. "that's far too much eyeliner,
and with those false eyelashes and all that mascara it looks like fur round her
eyes....but it makes her eyes stand out like sapphires...That blue and grey
eyeshadow of course helps, she learned that trick from Holly...Then those
blushed cheekbones, that deep red lipstick...."
"She looks
FAR too mature," Heather finished..."What possessed her?"
"Competitive
instinct," Sandy nodded to the various girls tottering through the
marquee. Shawnee and Laura followed her
in, Shawnee wearing a tight pink mini dress held up by thin spaghetti straps,
over the elbow taupe gloves and four inch stilettos, while Laura had on a short
sleeved black dress with a rolled neck, short black gloves and black
stilettos. Both girls had their hair
brushed back, and were wearing little pillbox hats as they posed with Sands.
“Merlin? Do you have a moment?”
“Of course I
do, Ju,” Mary Thomas said, “what can I do for you?”
“Have you got
anything to do with this,” Juliette said as she looked at Paula, who in turn
was looking at Aileen. She was wearing a
cream dress with a silver lace overlay, cream gloves and hat, and silver heels.
“Err… Actually, no,” Mary said, “this must have
happened outside.”
“Merlin…”
“I can see,”
Mary said to Pippa as Poppy and Erica tottered in on five inch stilettos, Poppy
in a white off the shoulder dress with black gloves and hat, Erica in a brown
strapless dress and gloves with black heels.
“Mair, beth yn
enw'r holl sy'n cael ei sanctaidd wedi iddynt ei wneud i fy merch?”
“Dwi ddim yn siŵr
Denice - ond mae'n rhaid i chi gyfaddef, hyd yn oed gyda gormod yn gwneud i
fyny, mae hi'n gwneud iddo weithio.”
“Ond mae hi'n
dal i fod yn bedair ar ddeg mlwydd oed!”
“Yr wyf yn
gwybod - ond gadewch iddi fyw y freuddwyd heddiw. Rydym ni i gyd yn gwylio
allan am iddi.”
“You any idea
what she just said?”
“I think it was
let her live this one – but the looks they are all getting…”
“It was Sentua
that was the real centre of your family's power," Terri said as she chatted
to Charlotte. "Being Marchese di Sentova, it may not be the title your
ancestors favoured, that was the one that meant independence, not just being
subject to another ruler."
"Sentua...Sentova?"
"Sorry in
English it's Sentua, in Italian its Sentova...the same city both ways.”
Shaking her
head, Charlotte said "just how many titles will I one day inherit?"
"Oh about
a dozen," Francesca smiled as she appeared with champagne, "being
Marchesa di Combrello is the important one."
"I was
telling Carlotta about Sentua."
"Ah,"
Francesca smiled, "telling her about the family history in Sentua might
need several days at the races...not just one."
“Have you seen
the younger generation,” Terri said as she looked over.
“Someone should
warn Uncle Fergus,” Charlotte said with a grin.
“Someone should
warn all the ofers,” Bev said, “’ave you seen them?”
“Oh they’ll be
all right, ‘cousin’ Bev,” Katy said, “we’re all keeping an eye on them.”
“You’re not the
only ones,” Katy said as she looked at her sister…
"So what
is Sentua like Terri?"
"One of
the most beautiful small cities on earth Charlotte," the Queen replied.
"It still has its mediaeval walls, and that location right at the head of
the Lago delle Tre Valli is amazing."
"In
English we call it Lake Trevali Charlotte, and I will agree with Her Majesty it
is a beautiful place...I've holidayed there a couple of times." Shirley
smiled.
"I suppose
I ought to get some time off and do a quick tour of the parts of Italy I relate
to?"
"Maybe
Piet should consider Sentua for your honeymoon?" Terri pondered. "A
suite at the Imperial would be cheap for you..."
"Oh
why?" Charlotte interrupted.
"Because
Carlotta my love, you own it," her Mother spoke softly from over her
shoulder.
"You dare
even look John Fitzstuart and you can have your ring back right now."
Pepsi said as she stood with her hands on her hips.
"Look,”
Jack replied with his hands open and palm up, “all I was saying was..."
"It's
coming off..." Pepsi reached for the chain round her neck.
"Jack old
chap, I'd accept that with your new status as an engaged man, even looking is
going to get you in trouble." Jack
felt a hand on his shoulder and nodded.
"Quite
right Will," Pepsi smiled at her father-in-law to be.
"I know
Dad...but?"
"But
nothing son,” Will said, “now you and Nicola are an official couple, you don't
even get to glance at another girl."
"Because
just remember Darling, we can always cut you down to size," Mandy smiled.
"OY!"
Jack looked skywards.
"And it’s
not as though I'm exactly ancient myself." Pepsi looked down at herself,
"this old body is still good for a few more turns."
“All right, all
right – but what is Angel going to do?”
“She’s got to
come back from the paddock first…”
“So, here we
are again,” Marnie said as she stood with Angel.
“Indeed –
watching one of the finest parades known to mankind, all of them classically
beautiful.”
“Look at them –
strong, fit, ready to face anything.”
“And the
jockeys are quite cute as well.”
“Now how did I
know you would say that,” Grant Broadhurst said as he stood beside them. “Come on you two – others are asking for your
professional advice.”
"I'm not
sure I can allow this Poppit," Dave Clark said as he saw Suzie, Vicky and
Alison walking round. Suzie was wearing
a pink strapless dress, Vicky a black dress with diamonds cut from the waist
band, and Alison a white dress with a low cut front. All of them were also wearing short gloves
and heels in the same colour, with lace fascinators on their restyled hair.
"Dad you do anything and they'll never forgive you," Mary looked at
her sisters trying their best to strut on the extreme heels and look both
older...and sexier.
"But...?"
"No buts Dad,” David said as he watched with his arm round Sally, “they
are only really trying their wings and competing with the other younger
girls."
"Still...?"
"Dad
remember what I had to put up with?" Mary looked across the room,
"even if we'd have been able to afford the sort of clothes the other girls
wore, even if I'd ever been invited to a party, even if I had friends to
compete with, just remember I was the 'stringbean' - the girl who was either
invisible, or if people noticed me the girl to be made huge jokes of."
"I know
Poppit...” Dave shook his head and said
“but parading themselves like that..."
"They look
like any other pair of girls of a similar age here. Just look Pop, film stars
kids, rich socialite’s kids, models...do the girls look any different?"
"No...but...well..."
"Yes, they
are wearing far too short dresses, far too high heels, and easily far too much
makeup. Yes, they look like posh wet dreams..." Mary interrupted,
"but Pop you know that's not the real them... This is just a special event that they get to
play dress up at... As I said I wish I'd
ever have had the chance... But tomorrow
we fly home, and just like Cinderella they revert to being themselves. Only
change will be they have a great memory from today to smile about."
"But what
if some guy?"
"Don't
worry Dad, far too many people watching out for them for that to
happen...including Caroline's professional security people."
“I guess so,”
Dave said, “but I still think they’re too young for this…”
“There you are
Uncle Fergus.”
As he turned
round, Fergus suddenly coughed as he say Sands, Laura and Shawnee standing
there, smiling as they looked at him.
“Girls,” Fergus
eventually said, “That is definitely a new look…”
“Do you like
it,” Shawnee said as she thrust her hips to one side, “we all thought we needed
a change of style.”
“Well, you
certainly look more grown up…”
“Good,” Laura
said as she and Sands took him by the arms, “why don’t you tell us more about
Africa, Uncle Fergus – you’re so inspiring…”
John and
Marianne had to stop themselves from laughing out loud as they tried to walk
sexily, trying to move their hips as they escorted Fergus over to the other
side of the room.
“We should step
in you know,” Marianne whispered.
“Eventually,”
John said, “eventually…”
“Now girls,”
Fergus said as he sat down, “I’m sure your mums and dads are looking for you…”
“Oh they can
cope without us for a while,” Poppy said as she and Erica sat either side of
him, putting their gloved hands on his knees, “I understand you know something about
horses.”
“So perhaps,
Uncle Fergus,” Erica purred as she looked at him, fluttering her false
eyelashes, “you can give us some advice?”
“George?”
“Simon –
enjoying yourself so far?”
“I guess so –
but have you seen Erica anywhere?”
“Oh yes – she’s
over there with my sister and some of the other girls.”
As Simon looked
over, he whispered “Erica? What the
heck…”
“Looks like the
next generation are getting their practice in,” Pussy said as she and Freida
joined them, with Pauline in a stroller.
“How cute.”
“But…”
“Relax Simon,”
George said, “if going out with Katy has taught me anything, it’s to take times
like this in my stride…”
"So how
are things up in our boxes in the Grandstand George?" Caroline whispered
as she came up behind her number two.
"People
are gradually making their way up...and I backed the winner of the first race,
so I'm already a grand to the good."
"Not a bad
start... So what was it? A tip from Angel and Marnie?"
"No in
this case learning from listening to Grant,” George said with a smile. “I noticed something in the pedigree that
suggested the winner might have real speed, but that they'd been running at the
wrong distance...Grant once told me to look out for that..."
"And you
made a thousand...not bad George...and more to come later we hope."
“Well, not on
betting on our horse – but if we are successful, the fees will help…”
“Hello Dave,
it’s nice to see you here.”
Dave Clarke
smiled as he said “Maddie – I should have known you and Emma would be
here. Enjoying the party?”
“So far,”
Maddie said as she sipped her drink. "So
have you been here before Dave?"
"Actually
I have Maddie, would you believe on my honeymoon?"
"No!...Really?"
"Yeah,
Mary and I borrowed a van from some friends and took two weeks looking at
America after our wedding...cumming to the Kentucky Derby was one of the things
we did...” Dave looked out onto the
course as he said “we camped out, and were out there," he pointed towards
the infield. "I backed the Derby winner and that night we drank our first
champagne and had steaks at a decent place nearby." Dave laughed at a
memory, "using a calendar my wife always reckoned that was the precise
night that Mary was conceived."
“So in a very
real sense, she is coming home?”
“She is…”
"How is
little one?"
Carina smiled
as she sat next to Klaus. "Well… she
wants us to buy her a racehorse Pops."
"Yeah I
made the mistake of putting her in her stroller and taking her down to the
paddock to watch the horses get saddled." Annie sat down.
"Oh dear,
my Granddaughter has expensive tastes," Klaus laughed.
"When is
it too soon to teach her to ride?"
"Well your
sister was this age when she learned," Klaus paused, "we just need to
find her the right animal to learn on...I shall probably do it this
summer."
"Do
what?" Juliette enquired.
"Teach
Judith to ride."
"Well just
remind her that no I can't throw Jude out so she can have their room as a
stable." Cari looked heavenwards.
"Not that
old line?" Ingrid arrived with Adam Cabot carrying a tray of glasses and a
large bottle of champagne. "Tell her it doesn't work...I tried it, and nor
does just taking the pony to bed with you..."
“Grappy, can I
have a Pony? Please?”
“I tell you
what, little one,” Klaus said, “when you come to Germany, we will spend the day
at the stables. All right?”
“Fankew,”
Judith said with a broad smile...
“Look at them,”
Francesca said as she stood with Marianne, while Beverly and Charlotte went to
talk to Caroline, “I do feel a little sorry for Uncle Fergus though.”
“Oh he’ll cope
– eventually,” Marianne said with a smile.
“Perhaps – but
look at them. When the likes of Abigail
and Jeannie are taken aback, it is different.”
"What is
that British expression?" Marianne asked Francesca..."Posh
Totty."
"If it
means what i think it does...then yes I get your point Marianne."
Francesca shook her head, "you know at age twelve to thirteen I had no
idea what sex even was."
"And I can
bear witness to that," Natalya jumped in, "my final year at school
she accidentally caught me and my then boyfriend...well doing the deed shall we
say...and she was so innocent that I had to take pity and tell her about
sex...no one else had bothered up till that point."
"I can't
imagine Francesca not ever knowing how to manipulate men with her sex
appeal," Marianne shook her head. "I was a married woman but she
taught me plenty."
"And yet I
still remained a virgin...la la la la lah." Francesca hummed.
"It wasn't
because men weren't interested." Marianne looked at her friend.
"Neither
in Europe, nor in Africa." Natalya added.
"Well as
you both know I spent half a lifetime proving I was neither innocent, nor
anything other than very easy..."
"That's
water under the bridge..." Marianne looked uncomfortable.
"Still,
and it shames me, I can look round this huge tent, and I can see at least 4 men
who at one time or another have had me."
"Oh my
God!"
"Marianne
darling your jaw just dropped."
“Who?”
“No comment,”
Francesca said as she looked at Guy and Valeria, “excuse me a moment. I must pay my respects to an old friend.”
As she walked
over, Guy smiled and said “Francesca my dear – you know Valeria of course?”
“Of course – a
pleasure to see you again Countess.”
“And you
Marchesa – but can we please be more informal.”
“Of course
Valeria,” Francesca said with a smile, “I have had enough of hiding behind a
mask for a lifetime.”
“I know how you
feel,” Valeria said, “will you join us in June for Abigail’s party?”
“I would be
honoured – has Carlotta already be invited?”
“She means
Charlotte,” Guy said with a smile.
“She will
always be Carlotta to me, Guy.”
“She is coming
– so we will be delighted to see you there as well…”
“ORION!”
“Hey Katy,”
Orion O’Ryan said as she sashayed into the room, wearing a tight fitting blue
sun dress with spaghetti straps on the shoulders, blue suede heels and short
gloves, a large black hat on her head.
“Have we missed much?”
“Just my
friends discovering themselves – let me introduce you to Fergus. Uncle Fergus, my Irish friend Orion O’Ryan.”
“A real
pleasure,” Orion said in her soft Irish accent as she held her hand out for
Fergus to kiss.
“Peace,”
Katherine whispered to Brenda O’Dowd as she stood to the side, “they’re not
going to get into any trouble…”
“All right
girls – private meeting,” Sands said as the posse made their way to the ladies
room, Fergus breathing a sigh of relief as John and Marianne finally took pity
on him, and went up to the box…
“Make some room
please,” Poppy said as the group of girls stood in front of the mirrors,
opening her handbag and taking out the lipstick she had picked earlier.
"Why are
real men so much more attractive than mere boys?" Shawnee said as she added
some more lipstick. "They are just so immature."
"I
know," Erica sighed, "Simon is just being SO JUVENILE about me
dressing like this."
"What is
it I once heard the twins say...If you have it...then flaunt it?" Poppy
smiled.
"If I had
Mick Harran like Nell, then I'd certainly flaunt myself," Vicky looked in
her handbag mirror, "anytime he wants me he can have me..."
"Oh come
on Vick," Capricorn looked at the San Francisco girl, "we are just
playing games here right?"
"You might
be darling," Aileen Gaunt said as she pulled her gloves back on, "but
a couple of glasses of champagne, and I might just be one 'good girl' who goes
bad."
“Now I never
thought I would hear you say that Aileen,” Katy said as she came in, “girls,
meet Orion. Orion, this is Sands, Erica,
Shawnee, Poppy and Aileen.”
“You’re Irish,
aren’t you,” Orion said as she looked at Aileen.
“Damn – knew I
should not have worn the shamrock green,” Aileen giggled, “Aileen Gaunt.”
“Orion O’Ryan –
so what are you hunting in a pack for?”
“Men – real
men,” Aileen giggled again. “Want to
join us?”
“With me aunt
here? No chance, but I’ll stick around
with you if that’s all right.”
“Hello Katy.”
“Mrs O’Dowd,”
Katy said as Brenda stood with Katherine.
“I’m so glad you could make it over.”
“I see some of
your friends have been dressing for the occasion as well,” Brenda said as she
looked round, “it’s so nice when they want to copy their mothers.”
“I don’t think
that’s why most of them are doing it Aunt,” Orion said quietly.
“Oh of course
it is – they’re all nice girls I’m sure…”
“Well hello girls,”
Rick said as he saw the Clarke sisters walking past, “Following in Mary’s
footsteps?”
“Finding our
own,” Susan said as Capricorn joined them.
“Hey Dad,” she said “what do you think of my new look.”
“You’re still a
bit young to be like your mother,” Rick said with a smile, “but by all means,
keep trying.” As he walked off,
Capricorn and Alison looked at each other.
“If Sally can
look that good, then so can I…”
“You’re not
worried about the way Poppy’s looking,” Grace said as she sat with her old
friend.
“Nah – she’s
sensible. Besides, I think she would run
a mile if someone older tried to pick her up.”
“I’m not so
sure Pip – she looks a lot older and a lot more determined.”
“Oh she’ll be
fine…”
Poppy silently
seethed as she heard her mother say that, and then grabbed Erica.
“Has Simon said
anything to you Bones?”
“Nope – not a
thing,” Erica whispered back, “he just keeps looking at me as if I stepped on
something…”
“Mom thinks we
haven’t got the guts to get a real man to kiss us.”
“Really? I don’t know if it’s the outfit or the
champagne talking, but…”
“So glad the
year is nearly over,” Clint said as he stood with Tony and Mick Hannan.
“Yeah – I head
back for a couple of weeks before Abby’s eighteenth,” Tony said as he looked
over, “have you seen the pre-teens?”
“Some of them
are thirteen,” Curt said as he joined them.
“Perhaps – but
they look like jailbait at the moment.”
“Oh go easy on
them,” Clint said, “besides, they don’t have eyes for me this time. It looks like Fergus MacLean is getting the attention.”
“He wouldn’t
snatch from the cradle, would he?”
“No,” Curt
said, unaware of Sands behind him.
“Right Bestie,”
she said as she grabbed Katy, “get the girls together. We need a war council…”
“What do we
need to talk about?”
“Truth and
dare…”
“So why have
you dragged us in here,” Suzie Clarke said as Katy closed and locked the door
to the small room behind the hospitality boxes.
"Alright –
truth time girls. Who is, and who isn't
a virgin?" Liz asked the assembled youngsters.
"Well in
our group, me, you, Katy, and I guess now Laura are the latter," Shawnee
smiled.
“Don’t remind
me,” Laura said as she hugged herself.
"Okay Sandy, and Cassie stand over that side,” Katy said as the two young
girls tottered over.
"I am a
virgin," Capricorn put her hand up.
"Me
too," Aileen said as she walked to that side of the room.
"Alright
Poppy? Erica?"
"I'm with
you," Poppy laughed, "Erica is with them...and no one dare tell that
I'm not a virgin...or else."
"What
about you girls?" Liz asked the Clarke sisters.
"Three
little virgins from school are we." Suzie sang.
“Over there
then,” Katy said. “Jess?”
“I am with
them,” Jess Murchado said as Orion went to join them as well.
“So
that’s… Five of us and nine of you. We need to redress the balance.”
“What are you
talking about Poppy?”
"I'm
suggesting that we make a pact to severely reduce the number of virgins in this
group," Poppy smiled, "what is the point of looking this
good..."
"And being
Sinners?" Katy added.
"If we
don't sin...at least occasionally." Shawnee finished.
"The New
York Sluts are getting old..." laughed Aileen.
"Jeannie's
gang are mostly steadily seeing guys." Erica added.
"And in
the case of my sister already engaged.”
“Your sister?”
“Yeah – for
those who do not know, yes Pepsi is my half-sister, and yes she is engaged to
Jack Fitzstuart – and yes, it means the baton is passed on to us.”
"Katy is
right, it's our duty to take up the baton of young sexiness, and sinning."
Sands laughed.
"Oh my God
did I actually just hear Alexandra Richmond say that?" Liz laughed
joyfully.
"You did. It’s time I started to be who I am."
"So,” Liz
said “by the time we hit our hotel rooms tonight..."
"At the
latest by the time we fly out tomorrow Shawnee," Poppy added, "as
many of you as have the guts to do it vow to lose your cherry?"
"Alison
really is too young." Suzie spoke.
"I am not
Susan Clarke!"
“Yes you are –
bad enough if Vicky and I do this, but Pops and Mary would kill you.”
“Okay,” Poppy
said, “for Capricorn and Alison, we say you try and get a boy to kiss you and
get past first base. Agreed?”
Alison and
Capricorn looked at each other, and nodded.
“Agreed!”
George shook
his head, and made his way into the tent, looking round until he saw Caroline
talking to Sharon. Going over, he
whispered quietly "Caroline we may have trouble..."
"What?"
"Well, I
was listening at a locked door..."
"Like any
good security man George..."
"When I
heard the kids forming themselves into a formal group within the Sinners."
"That
could be worse."
"And...this
is the good part...the virgins in the group vowing to lose it..."
"Lose
what...OH SHIT!" it hit Caroline.
"We are
going to need eyes everywhere boss."
"I am
going to need tell parents..."
"Well
hopefully we can handle it, and send them home tomorrow unsullied."
"You have
more faith then I do George."
Caroline looked round and said "I'll start assembling some watch
dogs."
"Okay
Caroline...so I just watch?"
"For now
George...for now. Sharon, your sister?”
“With Dad and
Andy. She’s not got involved.”
“Good – you
find Sandy or Heather. I need to find
Paula Gaunt…”
"This
group needs a name, because I get the feeling we are going to become a
permanent coterie." Katy smiled as
she looked round.
"Well New
York Sluts is taken," Poppy laughed.
"And
besides we are Californian..."
"And I'm
Irish..."
“Me too…”
"Spanish..."
"Alright
so no New York reference," Shawnee laughed, "but we do need a good
group name."
"And we
vow to keep our secrets from outsiders...but big time share among ourselves... Who is doing what, where, and with
whom?"
"Agreed
Capricorn," Liz nodded. "Before we leave this room, everybody links
up online...EVERYONE."
"I'm still
worried about my little sister..."
"No more
then I'm worried about my big sister and Kit finding out Suzie." Aileen
nodded.
"I got
it...we are the HOTS!" Katy shouted with inspiration.
"Hots?"
asked Laura.
"Highly-oversexed-total-sinners."
Katy laughed..."HOTS!"
"Oh I like
that," Poppy purred, "I can fancy sinning right now..."
"You
would," Erica laughed.
"Okay give
each other your phone links girls." Liz called out, "then we start on
the champagne..."
"And to
live down to our name." Sands laughed. "By the way I think I'm bi,
does getting another girl mean I lose it?”
The room
suddenly turned and looked at Sands, as Katy said “you think you are? Anyone in this room…”
“No,” Sands
said as she blushed, “but as much as I liked Karl, when we went to that
nightclub in Munich…”
“Okay bestie –
we talk about this later,” Katy said, “All numbers exchanged? Right – to the drinks!”
“Hey,”
Capricorn said as she came into the rest room, “are you all right?”
“Yes… No…
Can you keep a secret?”
“Of course I
can Allison.”
"Caps I'm
sick and tired of being 'baby sister'." Allison spoke quietly as they
fixed their faces. "I'm just tired of being the last one..."
“Meaning…”
"Meaning
that yes compared to the others we are probably indecently young, but I've
caught how men are looking at us...kissing be damned...we both know we want to be
fucked."
"ALLISON!"
Capricorn shook her head..."Such language?"
"Well it's
the language of sin, if our sisters can be bad girls...then so can we."
Capricorn
nodded as she said "But how do we..."
"Oh I've
been watching,” Allison said, “you have what we have in the way of looks, and
look the way we do, then guys start acting all stupid."
"They
do?"
"Oh
yeah..." Allison smiled, "just play along and we will pick those guys
up," she pointed at two boys aged about 16 as they came out of the room. "What was it Miss Thomas said back in
the trailer...that these bras can make mountains out of mole hills?"
Allison giggled as she looked at her and Capricorn's chests. "They
certainly do give us a maturer figure."
"Well we
might look mature...but I have no clue how to attract a boy."
"You've
seen your Moms movie 'Awakenings' haven't you?"
"Yeah, but… Oh you can't be
serious?" Capricorn giggled.
"Well you
think of the number of hunks she got into bed...we act like she did...and who knows?"
“But that was
acting…”
“So let’s act,”
Allison said as the girls walked over to the two older boys. “Hey,” she said in as deep a voice as she
could manage, “buy a girl a drink?”
“They are
WHAT!”
“Keep your
voice down, Paula,” Caroline said as she talked to the Duchess of Lardarn, “we
need to find a way to stop them, and shouting will not do it.”
“Maybe not –
but I saved them from Kardecki for her to do this…”
“What’s going
on,” Eve said as she and Kat walked over.
“Your sister
may be about to make a VERY big mistake,” Paula said. “I need to…”
“No – we need
to,” Eve said. “Kit, with me.”
“Sands?”
As she turned
round, she saw both her mother and Heather looking at her, their arms folded as
Heather said “where did the six of you go off to?”
“We wanted to
talk about how we felt, and what we wanted to do about it. Is that a problem, Mom, Heather?”
“Well, no –
but…”
“Good – I’ll
see you later,” she said as she walked off.
“Okay – has she
just turned into a teenager,” Sandy said as she looked at her daughter
tottering off.
“Does the
Marchesa know about your own activities Aunt?” Carina whispered as they sat in
the executive box.
“If she does,
or even if she has suspicions,” Natalya said, “she has never told me.”
“Does no one
get the coincidence of you flying in from Geneva last weekend, and the
discovery of that body by the lakeshore?”
“Why should
they?” Natalya laughed, “bodies have been turning up in Lake Geneva for
decades…”
“Yes ever since
you started school in Lausanne Aunt,” Carina smiled wickedly.
“Changing the
subject dear niece…have you noticed any signs in Judith?”
“Do you mean is
she strangling cats, or torturing dogs?”
“Yes.”
“Well the
answer is no to that…but using her privileged status to twist Pops round her
little finger?”
“No that
doesn’t count,” Natalya laughed.
“So what is so
funny?” Francesca sat down with them.
“We were
talking about my daughters ability to get just what she wants from her
grandfather.”
“Don’t all
little girls know intrinsically how to do that?” Francesca smiled, “I know I
had my grandfather just where I wanted him when I was aged about three.”
“Not one of my
talents,” Natalya nodded.
“No Natty,”
Francesca laughed, “you’ve never played games, ever since I’ve known you, you
have always gone straight for anything you want.”
“This is true.”
“Well Marianne,”
Francesca said as her friend sat with them, “how are you doing?”
“I’m basically
the cost of a new dress at AMCO up Francesca…and yourself?”
“Down…I let
sentiment rule my brain in the last race and backed that colt who is still out
there running, simply because Papa bred his Great Grand-Dam.”
“God save us
from fast women and slow racehorses…wasn’t what that what James used to say?”
“It was
Marianne,” Francesca laughed at the memory, “usually right before he would back
an absolute donkey.”
“Well at least
you never had to worry about him chasing other women.”
“That is true.”
“Did you miss
him Francesca?”
“Constantly…like
I used to tell you in Pretoria he was my one true love.”
“And between us
we ruined it…stopped you having further children…”
“Not that I’m
sure I could Marianne…”
“Why?” her
friend interrupted.
“Because I’ve
never had a period since I gave birth to Carlotta.”
“Not one?”
Marianne looked shocked.
“A few bloody discharges,
but no not a proper period…my psychiatrist thinks it is down to the trauma and
shock, that the brain won’t let the body behave naturally… Anyway at my age now, what does it matter?”
the Marchesa shrugged her shoulders.
“Oh dear God
Francesca…What does it matter? I would
have loved to have children – still would…
Maybe that’s another reason I’m doing this for her, to help raise
others…”
“Where did
Fergus go,” John said as he came back with drinks.
“The little
boys room I think…”
“Well, hello
Uncle Fergus.”
“Oh – hello
Sands,” the older man said as she stood, blocking his way, “what can I do for
you?”
"I have a
present for you Uncle Fergus."
"Oh and
what might that be?"
"These,"
Sands pressed something into his hand.
"And what
might these be...?" Fergus foolishly did not look.
"My
panties..."
"Oh my
God!" Fergus whispered in shock.
"I took
them off for you...so you can either come put them back on, or come and explore
what was under them..."
"Sandy....where
did you learn...?"
"Oh you'd
be surprised what i know Uncle Fergus,' she batted her long eyelashes at him.
"So which option is it to be?"
“Holly do you
think Sands still looks to you as a role model?" Heather asked urgently.
"After
Munich...then the answer is I'm not sure...Why?"
"Because
she is over there seriously propositioning Fergus MacLean..."
"Oh
CRAP!"
"Exactly,
and her mother and I have both tried talking to her."
"You want
me to try...and maybe divert her."
"Heather
i'm not a Lesbian."
"No but I
think she still thinks she's in love with you, at least you'd divert her
attention if you tried...PLEASE?"
"Okay
Heather, but you will owe me...BIG TIME."
"One years
tutoring for your computing class?"
"We might
just have a deal." Holly smiled.
“Well Veronica,”
Eleanor said as she met her friend at the bookmakers, “are you enjoying your
day out in high society?”
“I am Eleanor…I
might be enjoying it more if I could pick a winner…or…” her voice dropped to a
whisper, “I wasn’t seeing half of the key figures in organized crime across
this country just walking round.”
“They are off
duty…you are off duty…just enjoy yourself.”
“I know I
should,” Veronica said, “but the professional in me is just so curious…”
“That they
might be up to no good?”
“Well yes.”
“Tommy Falcone
is doing no good…but that’s not the same thing is it?”
“No…and how do
you know that?”
“I stood behind
him at the betting window…that photo finish just cost him 20 grand.”
“The interest
rate on loans in South Jersey just went up a percentage point to cover his
losses,” Veronica laughed. “Nice to hear when a loan-shark loses.”
“Hey Gran…Hey
Aunt Veronica,” Katy smiled as she wiggled across the executive box, “did
either of you see George?”
“No – why?”
“Something I
need to… Oh boy, I’ll see you later,”
Katy suddenly said as she saw Erica standing in front of George and Simon
Lodge, her hands on her hips.
"Well will
you now admit that we are more real women then boys like you can handle?"
Erica glared at Simon as Katy came closer.
"Hey just because
you look like a slut..."
"Oh Simon
you should not have said that," George looked heavenward.
"You think
I look like a slut Little Boy?" Erica was starting to get more then angry.
"Well...?"
Simon stuttered as he realized the mistake he had made..."Ummh"
"If you
think I look like a slut,” the dark skinned girl said quietly, “why do you go
out with me Simon Lodge?"
"Erica...I
think..."
"Stay out
of this George." Katy warned him as she came alongside.
"Well you
are intelligent, you make great conversation, you..."
"Oh Dear
Goddess," Katy whispered in George's ear.
"But I'm
not beautiful or sexy Simon... Unlike
say Suzie Clarke? And yes I did see you
checking her out."
"Well
Susan is..."
"She's
going to blow." George whispered to himself.
"SHE IS
WHAT?" Erica shouted.
“She is not you
– but it’s you I’m in love with!”
“It is?”
“Yes.”
“Then prove
it!”
Simon looked at
George and Katy, before taking Erica by the hand and walking her away.
“What is going
on,” George said as he looked at Katy.
“We’ll find out
later – come on, let’s go and watch the race…”
“Hello
Charlotte,” Nessa said as the young woman walked over, “I hear soft drinks are
in order.”
“One of us, one
of us.”
“I am going to
hate this, aren’t I?”
“Nonsense. So I heard something VERY surprising on the
Wall Street grapevine Charlotte?” Gus van Roon smiled as she sat with him.
“And I heard
the same rumours,” Nessa poured a Sprite for the mother-to-be.
“You heard
what?”
“The secrets of
your parentage, and that small fortune you will one day inherit.” Paulie
laughed as she said “they were trying to be subtle…”
“And failing
totally,” Charlotte looked amused, “yes it’s true, and much to my surprise,
that I’m the eventual heiress of what only a van Roon, or a Richmond in this
room might describe as a ‘small’ fortune.”
“I heard you
are going to see Winston’s grandfather.” Gus sipped his champagne, “he’s a
sound man…I’ve known him all my life.”
“Everyone seems
to recommend him highly.”
“You can do a
lot worse.” Nessa nodded.
Taking a drink,
Charlotte said “How did you all cope…?”
“Cope with
what?” Nessa asked.
“Knowing one
day that you’d inherit wealth beyond most people’s dreams?”
“Well I wasn’t
supposed to…but my brother renounced most of his share.” Nessa took a sip.
“And in my
case…I just always knew…it will sound terrible, but I don’t think I really gave
it a second thought.” Gus took another sip.
“So I have to
accept it?”
“Always the
best way…”
“All right
young lady – with me.”
“Who… Hey what are you…”
"Aileen
what the hell are you up to?" Eve asked as she and Kit pushed the younger
girl into the ladies room.
“What do you
mean?”
“Mum has heard
a nasty rumour you’re going all out to do something tonight you might regret.”
"I’m not
looking to do anything that either of you doesn't do,” Aileen said as she
looked at the two older girls warily.
"Little sister darling,” Eve said quietly, “I'm still a virgin
remember."
"And I was
until recently...and you know very well your brother will be my one and
only..." Kit looked hostile as they stood either side of her.
"Well I
want to find out what all the fuss is about...and why everyone thinks it’s
verboten to someone like me."
"For
starters Aileen, you are a 'good' girl..." her sister looked at her hard.
"Secondly
it's against the law...You are what our American friends call jailbait." Kit tried to sound convincing.
"And
thirdly... And you know this is the most
important thing of all... It would freak
Mummy and Daddy out to know that you aren't a virgin."
"Honestly
all that fuss over a little flap of skin over the entrance to our
vaginas." Shawnee shook her head as she emerged from one of the stalls.
"Well it
is kind of important?" asked Kit.
"Says
who?" Shawnee smiled as she started to retouch her makeup, "I don't
have a hymen any more, and I get along fine without it."
“How old are
you,” Eve said quietly.
"I'm
thirteen, and I enjoy having sex," Shawnee moistened her lips, "why
should I apologize for that?"
"Because it’s against the law?" Kit glared at her.
"Why?” Shawnee turned and looked at them, her Indian
heritage starting to show. “Do guys take advantage of me...? The answer is no, if anything I take
advantage of them. Am I going to get
pregnant...? No I'm safely on birth
control. Do I think I'm doing wrong...? The orgasms I have...? Not in a million years," Shawnee smiled
as she shook her head.
"You are
doing wrong though Shawnee," Eve said as she shook her head, "yes you
can control a sex life...but men...and I mean perverted men look at someone
like you and think all young girls are fair game. I mean, look at what happened to Katy."
“Katy was
unlucky, and she is a model,” Shawnee said quietly. “I'm not condoning Rapists and Paedophiles
Lady Eve..."
"But yes
you are Shawnee, you and Katy might be the exceptions to the rule, but
most girls of your age are not mature enough..."
"In body
or mind," Kit shook her head.
"To have
an active sex life."
“But how do you
know unless you try,” Aileen shouted out.
"Calm
yourself, Aileen. Can I ask a question?”
“Go on,” Eve
said as she and Kit looked at the teenager.
“Do you
mastubate Eve?" Shawnee asked.
"She does,
I've caught her a couple of times," Aileen giggled. "Such language
from the lips of a duke’s daughter."
"Well I rarely
have to resort to doing that because I get men to satisfy me."
"I'm doing
it too often," Aileen nodded, "It's one of the reasons why..."
"Why
what?" her sister asked.
“Why I want to
know how it really feels – it’s driving me crazy. And…”
“And?”
“And when I do
it,” Aileen said quietly, “I’m thinking of Caitlin Dearden.”
“Caitlin… Ah.
“AH!” Eve hugged her sister as she said “no wonder
you’ve been getting so confused. Look,
want to go somewhere and talk?”
Fergus was now
feeling very nervous as Sandy dragged him behind the curtain.
“Sandy,
seriously, this is getting too… What are
you doing!”
"What do I
feel like?" Sands whispered as she guided his hand under her ultra-tight,
and short, dress.
"Sands...Sandy...Alexandra..."
Fergus looked round in panic as he realised that he was stroking the nymphet's
fresh, virginal, pussy, and how damp it was, how soft…
"Oh that
feels...SO GOOD!" Sands threw her head back.
"Sands
this is SO WRONG."
"Not the
way I'm feeling it isn't," Sands smiled like a true seductress. "Use
your fingers to explore me please."
"NO!” Fergus was trying not to do anything, but his
fingers betrayed him as he felt her pussy petals unfold, "I refuse to go
to prison..."
"You won’t
if I don't tell." Sandy panted in response to his touches. “and I wonder how you are responding to
me…” She put her own hand on his crotch,
Fergus sweating as she storked what he now realised was his engorged cock.
"Mmmm…
that's not bad," Sandy licked her lips as she pressed on it, "it
feels a lot bigger than my brothers."
"You've
seen your brother’s…"
"Yep, I've
even watched from the balcony as he and Katy have had sex in the front room."
"Sandy,”
Fergus gasped, “you are a bad girl..."
"I
know...aren't I just?" Sandy smiled as she lowered the zip, and touched
his cock, "is it supposed to be leaking like this?" she said as she pumped
him with her hand.
“Oh god…”
"How does
what is coming out taste," the child slut said as she got to her knees and
began to lick..."Ooooh salty," she smiled as she looked upwards.
“Lord, please,
help me…”
"What do I
taste like lover?" Sandy stood up and pushed Fergus to his knees, so his
face was confronted by her aroused little pussy.
"SANDY!...NO!"
"You might
say that, but you know you can't resist me," she said just before she
moaned in pleasure..."Eat me out...or I'll tell everyone you molested poor
little twelve-year old me."
"That's a
threat Alexandra."
"Yep...now
eat me out or else," she pressed his head to her crotch.
"You know
I really do need get myself a whole new 'bad girl' wardrobe you know?"
Sandy ground herself in his face. "You get to pay for that darling...I get
to take you and your credit card to buy me a whole lot of clothes you won’t be
able to resist me in."
She closed her
eyes, totally unaware of Holly coming in and saying “oh my god” to
herself. Without thinking, she walked
over and pulled Sands’ head gently back, kissing her as she moved her hand
across her chest. Sands opened her eyes
in shock, and then responded to the kiss, as Fergus looked up.
“Oh my
goddess,” Sands said as Holly let her go, “why haven’t you…”
“I think you
need to go now,” Holly said as she looked at Fergus.
“And don’t
forget Uncle Fergus, we are going shopping next week.”
“Shopping?”
“My reward for
being so nice to him,” Sandy said, “you can buy Holly some things as well, or
she will talk.”
Holly looked at
both of them, as Fergus nodded and gathered himself before he walked off.
“Sands,” Holly
hissed, “what the hell was that?”
“Me discovering
myself – and don’t deny you enjoyed kissing me Holly.”
“I… I can’t.
Look, get yourself together, and come with me – and not a word to your
mother or Heather about this. We’ll talk
later.”
“There you
are,” Denice said as Erica came into the box, “where did you go to?”
“Something
Simon and I needed to straighten out,” Erica said with a smile as Poppy looked
at her. She simply smiled as Simon came
in and went to join his parents. Katy
noticed as well, as Sands came in with Holly.
“Did you manage
to find her,” Heather whispered as the older girl came over.
“Yeah – we’ll
talk later,” Holly whispered as Sands looked at Fergus and smiled.
“Grant, we have
done all that can be done,” Toddy said as the four owners stood in the parade
ring, “it’s time to let her do her work.”
“Yeah, I know,”
Grant said as he patted the neck of SaintsAndSinnerz, “let’s head up and join
everyone in the boxes.”
"So what
is the game Sands?" Holly asked as they stood in the restroom, with her hands
on her hips.
"Oh it’s very simple… We are going
to blackmail Fergus MacLean into making us his kept girlfriends..."
"Kept?"
Holly asked quizzically.
"Yep an
apartment we can use, terrific clothes, jewelry, spending cash...he's going to
spring for it all...and in return we are both very nice to him."
"Sands,”
Holly said quietly, “that's criminal."
"Isn't it
just," Sandy said as she started to fix her hair and makeup..."and
don't say the idea doesn't thrill you Holly...I can see it in your eyes."
"But we
are both well known, if we go out with him..."
"Ever
heard of brunette wigs and contact lenses? And I'm sure you can figure out sexy
makeups to disguise ourselves."
"Sands..."
"I think from now on you'll call me Alexandra Holly, and before we do
anything come over here and finish off what you started with that
kiss...LOVER!"
Holly responded
as Alexandra pulled her in for a long kiss.
"Now
undress me Holly... I want you to make me cum."
“Not now,”
Holly hissed, “the race is about to start – I’ll come to your room later…”
“Good – make
sure you do. But you’re right – time to
be with the others.” She smiled as she
kissed Holly again, and then both women walked out.
“THERE you
are,” Heather said as they walked in, “I was about to send Katy and George
looking for you.”
“We’re here
now,” Sands said as she smiled, and then looked through her glasses. As she did, she saw a tall, thin man with
white hair, and smiled.
“Okay,” Ally
said as she looked round, “is it just me, or have we somehow turned into the
responsible adults around here?”
“I know what
you mean,” Nell said, “when did the kids suddenly grow up?”
“I don’t know,”
Jo said, “but there is something in the air.
Doc, Katy – a word.”
“What’s up
boss,” Doc said as she and Katy came over.
“Katy, want to
explain what the heck has happened to your friends?”
“We’re just
cutting loose, Jo, having some fun – and possibly learning a few things.”
“And Sands?”
“Yeah – that is
not something I expected. I’ll have a
word with her as soon as poss – she may have to reign it in before Heather gets
tough with her.”
“Would you,” Jo
said, “I do not particularly want to spend the summer break having to keep an
eye on her.”
“On it,” Katy
said as she went off.
“It’s not just
Sands,” Doc said, “or Katy’s gang. I saw
Eve talking to Aileen – and have you seen Mary’s sisters?”
“Vicky and
Susan were talking to some of the other boys – but… Is that Alison and Capricorn talking to the
boys over there?”
“Oh lord it
is,” Doc said, “I need to get someone to talk to them…”
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