Sex Practice (38 page)

"Yes, of
course. I removed the girl's knickers from the hall floor."

"What?"

"I removed the
girls' knickers from the..."

"Yes, yes I
heard what you said."

"Then
why..."

"I can see
that this conversation is leading nowhere. I'd better come and see
you, Doctor. By the time we've finished our conversation, your
phone bill will have run into thousands of pounds!"

"Oh, right.
Well, I'll look forward to your visit."

"Good day,
Doctor."

"Yes, I'm
hoping it will be. Goodbye, Inspector."

Replacing the
receiver, Larry rubbed his chin. DI Clarke obviously had no
intention of abandoning his enquiries into Larry's escapades. There
was only one thing for it, he reflected. Brigit would have to open
her pretty pussy again. Walking to reception, he decided to feed
Monica some false information to discover whether or not it found
its way back to the prying detective. They were probably in it
together.

"Ah, Monica,"
he smiled as he approached the counter. "Jenny Faggot is on her way
to see me. I'm going to examine her, an internal examination of a
vaginal nature, so will you make sure that I'm not disturbed when
I'm locked in the examination room with her?"

"Locked in
the... yes, of course."

"Thank you.
The last thing I need is someone hammering on the door trying to
find out what I'm up to!" he chuckled.

"Er... yes,
right. Oh, by the way, talking of being locked in, Lily has locked
herself in the toilet and she won't come out."

"Yes, I know.
Leave her in there, it's the best place for her while she's
encountering one of her toilet-induced mental traumas."

"Yes, of
course."

"Jenny Faggot
will be here any minute now. Er... would you pop across the road
and get me some stamps from the post office, please? Take the money
from petty cash."

"Oh, er...
what, now?"

"Yes, please.
I'll cover reception while you're gone."

"Yes, of
course. You say that Jenny will be here any minute?"

"Yes, that's
right. Oh, by the way, keep this to yourself, Monica. I'd rather
Mother Barren-Womb didn't know about the girl's visit - or DI
Clarke, come to that."

"Yes, I see. I
missed working here, it's so good to be back, Larry."

"And it's good
to have you back, Monica."

Grinning as
the woman took some change from the petty cash box, Larry watched
her leave the building, his plan formulating perfectly. "Lily!" he
yelled, dashing to the toilets. "Lily, quickly, I need your
help!"

"I'm not
coming out!"

"You'll come
out this instant or I'll kick the door down and thrash your vaginal
lips with the cane!"

"Shan't!"

"Lily, I'm
warning you. Come out now, or I'll have my entire army of
revolutionaries queue up to fuck your arse."

"Shan't!"

"Unless you
open the door, I'll tie you to the examination couch and have ten
women rub their nipples all over your naked body."

"Shan't!"

"And ten men
wank and splatter their spunk all over your face."

"What do you
want?" she asked, sliding the bolt back and emerging from the
cubical.

"Come to the
examination room and I'll tell you. I've just devised a plan so
devious, so shrewd, so cunning, that I have to say I'm a bloody
mastermind. Come on, Monica will be back any minute."

Locking the
door as he entered the bondage room with the morose girl, Larry
smiled. "OK, when I tell you, I want you to make whimpering noises,
sexual noises, orgasmic noises."

"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.