Sex Practice (34 page)

"The bitch
will kill me if I'm not careful! I'll see you soon, Brigit."

"OK. Bye,
Larry."

Replacing the
receiver and returning to the bondage room, Brigit gasped to
discover Carole with heavy weights hanging either side of the couch
connected to her nipples with metal clips. Her breasts painfully
stretched into taut cones of flesh, her face grimacing as the girls
thrust a massive candle in and out of her hairless pussy, Brigit
stared in awe at the lewd scene.

"God!" she
cried, moving to the couch. "You've shaved her cunt!"

"Yes, good,
isn't it?" Lily smiled, her cunny-wet face glistening in the light
as she looked up.

"And she can't
fuckin' say nothin' 'cause I stuffed me fuckin' knickers in 'er
fuckin' mouth along with 'er fuckin' knickers!" Sally chuckled,
slipping her T-shirt over her head and exposing her firm, braless
breasts.

"Larry's on
his way here," Brigit said, eyeing Sally's wedge-shaped nipples.
"What he'll say about this, I really don't know!"

"Oh, good!"
Sally smiled, tweaking her erect nipples. "Larry can give me
fuckin' bum a good fuckin seein' to!"

"I don't think
he'll be in the mood for that, not when he sees his wife like tied
to the couch!"

"Course 'e'll
be in the fuckin' mood! There ain't nothin' what 'e likes better
than fuckin' me bum 'ole!"

"God, Sally,
your language leaves a lot to be desired!" Lily laughed as she
thrust the candle in and out of Carole's bloated vaginal
cavern.

"Me language
leaves a lot of fuckin' what?"

"Nothing,"
Lily smiled. "Well, are we going to cane her tits or not?"

"Fuckin' right
we fuckin' are!" Sally grinned, taking the cane from the shelf.

Shaking her
head as Sally began the mammary thrashing, Brigit frowned. Larry
would go mad, she knew as she gazed at Carole's grimacing face, the
horror mirrored in her wide eyes. This was no way to deal with the
woman! she reflected, wishing she'd never tied her to the couch.
Her nipples stretched, thin weals forming across the taut skin
covering her breasts, her fanny shaved, a huge candle thrust deep
into her abused cunt... this was no way to deal with her at
all!

Leaving Carole
to her fate as the reception bell rang out, Brigit locked the door
and wandered down the hall, her mind spinning, wondering why the
practice had become such a disastrous mess. Raising her eyes to the
ceiling as she saw Mother Barren-Womb hovering at the reception
counter, she sighed. Now what was going on?

"May I help
you?" she asked the Reverend Mother.

"Where is
Doctor Lickman?"

"Er... he's
out at the moment."

"Well, it's
not good enough!"

"Well, I'm
sorry, but there's nothing I can do about it! He's out, and that's
that!"

"Don't you
raise your voice to me, young lady! Now, listen - one of my nuns
has gone missing and I want to know where she is. Doctor Lickman
helped her to escape from the convent yesterday, and I want to know
what he's done with her!"

"I'm sure
hasn't done anything with her."

"He was seen
leaving the convent with the girl. He drove her away in his car and
I want to know what he's done with her. When will he be back?"

"He'll be
ages, there's no point in waiting."

"I will wait,
in his office - if it's all the same to you!"

Watching the
Reverend Mother stride down the hall, Brigit realized that the
practice had become more than a disastrous mess - it was a bloody
nightmare! Larry should never have become involved with the nun,
she reflected, leaning on the reception counter. There again, she
should never have become involved with Carole Lickman!

"Brigit,
what's happening?" Larry asked, creeping through the main entrance
clutching the double-shafted vibrator, his dark eyes darting this
way and that.

"Larry!
Christ, thank God you're here! Mother Barren-Womb is in your study,
and she's in a foul mood."

"Oh, God,
things are going from bad to bloody worse! Here, take your vibro,
you'd better hide it somewhere. Right, I'll deal with Mother
Barren-Womb first, and then I'll confront that bitch, Carole," he
sighed, holding his head as he walked down the hall.

Entering his consulting room, he shook his head, gazing at the
Reverend-Mother seated at his desk.
Oh,
well, here goes nothing
. "Mother
Barren-Womb, how lovely to see you - yet again!"

Turning, her
face scowling, she stood up and placed her clenched fists on her
ample hips. "Where's Sister Mary? She was seen leaving the convent
with you yesterday, what have you done with her?"

"Sister
Mary?"

"Yes, Sister
Mary! She got into your car and you took her away, where is
she?"

"But I walked
to the convent, Mother doom and gloom."

"My name's
Barren-Womb! What do you mean, you walked?"

"I used my
feet. It's an ingenious design feature of the human body - if you
repeatedly put one foot in front of the other, you'll find that you
move along the ground."

"Don't be
ridiculous!"

"No, it works!
Watch, I'll show you."

"I know how to
walk, you stupid man! What I meant was, I thought you'd driven to
the convent."

"Oh, I see.
Well, as Satan... I mean, as God had blessed us with such a lovely
day, I thought I'd walk rather than use my car. What with the
Chinese laundries, there's more than enough pollution in the air
without me driving to the convent and making matters worse."

"Oh, well, in
that case..."

"You say that
she was seen leaving in a car?"

"Yes, one of
the sisters saw her through a window, she left with a man fitting
your description."

"How odd. The
plot thickens!"

"Indeed, it
does, Doctor!"

"Mind you, all
men fit my description."

"No, they
don't."

"Well, all men
have two legs, as I do - and a head and two arms and..."

"Stop acting
like a fool!"

"Sorry, I was
only trying to be unhelpful. I suggest you contact DI fart... I
mean, Clarke, and see what he has to say."

"He's already
on the case, useless man that he is. He can't solve a simple case
such as a sperm-stained habit, let alone discover the whereabouts
of a missing person!"

"I'm sure he's
doing his best. Why not return to the convent and leave him to
solve the case?"

"Yes, I
suppose I have no choice. Are you sure you didn't drive to the
convent?"

"I'd remember
if I had, wouldn't I?"

"It might have
slipped your mind."

"No, nothing
ever slips my mind. I'm blessed with an airtight mind, Mother
Sexterior... Exterior... Mother Superior."

"Airtight? You
can't even remember my name!"

"I'm
pisslexic... dyslexic."

"Are you?"

"Yes, I'm of a
dyslexic disposition. I inherited the condition from my sister's
father."

"From your
sister's father? Surely, you and your sister had the same
father?"

"Did we?"

"Don't you
know?"

"We didn't
have the same mother, so..."

"How can she
be your sister if you were born of different women?"

"I don't know.
Wait a minute! Perhaps I haven't got a sister!"

"You must know
whether you have a sister or not!"

"Must I? Yes,
I suppose I must. In that case, I can't have a sister."

"Why not?"

"Because I've
never seen her."

"This is
ridiculous, Doctor! You're talking utter rubbish!"

"Yes, I do
seem to be, I'm so sorry."

"Well, I'll
get back to the convent. Goodbye, Doctor."

"Goodbye,
Mother Superstore... Superior."

Grabbing the
scotch bottle from the drawer as the Reverend Mother left the room,
Larry took several gulps to prepare himself for what was bound to
be a horrendous confrontation with Carole. He'd not seen her for
eight years, and he'd prayed that he'd never see her again. Prayers
obviously didn't work for the wicked.

"Carole!" he
beamed as he entered the bondage room. "How ghastly it is to see
you again! Oh, I see the girls have shaved your cunt, how nice for
you! Now, what I need is some dirt on you, something to blackmail
you with."

"Hang on!"
Brigit gasped as Sally slipped the candle out of Carole's inflamed
cunt and lapped up her sex juices. "I've just remembered that she
said she had a husband. Roger, that was it - and then she called
him her partner."

"Really?"
Larry grinned. "Carole, you haven't committed a bigamist act of
bigamy, have you?"

Her eyes
reflecting her hatred for her husband, she managed to spit the
panties out of her mouth and scream at Larry. "Release me this
minute or I'll..."

"Or you'll
what?"

"When you
married me, you were already married to that slut, Sarah!"

"Carole, my
marriage to you was dull and devoid, and now it's null and void, so
let's not drag the past up."

"I'm going to
tell..."

"Tell your
husband, Roger, that you're already married?"

"He's not my
husband!"

"That'll be
easy enough to check. Lily, for goodness sake, leave her nipples
alone for a minute and go and ring the registrar of births,
miscarriages and deaths."

"Miscarriages?" the girl echoed as Carole's sore nipple slipped out
of her mouth.

"In my
opinion, marriages are miscarriages of justice. Just go and make
the call. Ask whether Carole Lickman..."

"There's no
need to do that!" Carole spat. "All right, I'm guilty, we're as bad
as each other. Let me go, and I promise you that you'll never see
me again."

"Don't let the
fuckin' slag fuckin' go, Larry!" Sally protested. "She ain't
fuckin' licked me fuckin' cunt out, yet!"

"I have to let
the fuckin'... I have to release her, Sally. We have a deal, so
she's free to go."

"It ain't
fuckin' fair! I wanted to sit on 'er fuckin' face and bring me
fuckin' cunt off in 'er fuckin' mouth!"

"Good grief,
Sally, you really are..."

"She's a
filthy, dirty, disgusting, vile, debased slut of a lesbian!" Carole
hissed.

"Oi, no
fuckin' slag-bag of a fuckin' slapper fuckin' talks to me like
that!

"You're the
most despicable, loathsome, trollop of a girl I have ever come
across!" Carole hissed.

"Larry, you
ain't fuckin' gonna let 'er talk to me like what she fuckin' did,
are you?"

"Sally, Sally!
Please, try and make an effort to clean up your language!" Larry
sighed as he released Carole's wrists. "You must stop your
incessant swearing!"

"Stop me
fuckin' what swearin'?"

"Incessant,
perpetual, continual, unending, persistent..."

"What the
fuckin' 'ell are you fuckin' goin' on about?"

"Nothing, it
doesn't matter. Lily, untie Carole's feet, will you?"

"If she's the
sort of girl you employ, then I feel very sorry for you, Larry,"
Carole said as she hauled her aching body upright and covered her
weal-lined breasts with her folded arms.

"She's a
client, Carole, not an employee. Now, get your clothes on and get
out of here!"

"I will, don't
you worry!"

"Sally, you'd
better go. I'll see you on Thursday as usual. Lily, tidy this place
up and then man reception. Brigit, come to my consulting room - I
want a word with you. Goodbye Carole. Please, don't ever let me see
your ugly face here again!"

"Walking out
on you was the best thing I ever did!"

"I walked out
on you, if you remember? Goodbye, Carole!"

Walking to his
consulting room with Brigit in tow, Larry sat in his swivel chair
and grabbed the bottle of scotch from the drawer. Shaking his head
as Brigit sat opposite him, he smiled at the pretty girl.

"Well, quite a
fiasco!" he chuckled, suddenly seeing the funny side of the
dreadful situation.

"Yes, quite!"
Brigit grinned, provocatively licking her full red lips.

"So,
hopefully, Ravenhugh has been taken care of, Fullcrack and Venereal
have backed off, Carole's been dealt with..."

"DI Clarke
might keep away now, too."

"Yes, thanks
to you and your pretty pussy!"

"That just
leaves Mother Barren-Womb."

"I think she
might well be taken care of by now!" Larry laughed.

"Why, what
have you done?"

"Did you tell
DI Clarke to search the old bat's study?"

"Yes, I did.
What have you done, Larry?"

"Planted a
plastic bag in her office - a plastic bag full of cannabis!"

"Christ!
She'll be arrested!"

"Yes, with any
luck. But I still have the debt collectors to face, and my other
wife, Sarah. Oh, and several irate fathers."

"Yes, but
things are looking better, aren't they?"

"Indeed they
are, Brigit - indeed they are! Shit, the bells, the bells! OK, you
go and see who's in reception and I'll finish off the scotch."

"Right, I'll
see you later."

Grinning as he
reclined in his chair, Larry contemplated the recent events, and
the satisfactory outcome of majority of them. Gulping down the
scotch, he imagined the Reverend Mother trying to explain away the
bag of cannabis. She'd point the finger of blame at Larry, he knew,
but there was no proof. He doubted very much that the woman would
be arrested, but it would certainly cause trouble for her!

"Doctor
Lickman, Miss Kitty Clittie is here to see you," Brigit smiled,
showing a young Japanese woman into the room. "I'm sorry, but I
forgot to check the appointments book."

"Ah! Er...
yes, Miss Clittie. Please, take a seat," he replied, slipping the
bottle of scotch into the drawer and rising to his feet. "I'm
pleased to meet you."