by Ray Gordon
Grinning, Samantha realized what the ploy was. Kitty would have told the impostor that she'd given the girl a sedative to knock her out. The scam got better and better, she thought, watching the girl's head loll to one side as she feigned sleep. Wasting no time, the man grabbed her feet and pulled her down the couch until the firm cheeks of her bottom were over the padded edge. Grabbing a chair, he sat between her splayed thighs, her naked vaginal lips only inches from his face as he stared longingly at her most private place.
Moving in, he parted her swollen vulval lips with his fingers and licked the intricate folds nestling within her yawning vaginal slit. Lapping at her open love hole like a dog, he forced her outer lips further apart and exposed the full length of her erect clitoris. Standing by the couch, Samantha watched the man fervently lapping up his patient's vaginal cream, his tongue darting in and out of her tight sex hole as he stretched the hairless cushions of her outer lips apart to the extreme.
Although this was prostitution, Samantha felt a little jealous of Kitty. The woman was running an amazing business and obviously earning a fortune. Apart from supplying individuals such as Jane and Geoff with girls and running the dancing school, Samantha wondered what other pies she had her fingers in. Recalling Kitty mentioning an office, Samantha left the room and wandered along the passageway. Spying through a partially open door, she noticed a desk and slipped into the room.
This was the office all right, she mused, sifting through a pile of papers on the desk. Finding a phone bill and a letter concerning the rent for the dancing school, Samantha knew that Kitty wouldn't be stupid enough to leave any incriminating evidence lying around. Opening the top drawer of a filing cabinet, she discovered a file containing information about the girls. Shaking her head, she again had to admire Kitty for her cleverness as she read through the notes. Dance routines, comments on each girl's progress, fitness, diet... To all intents and purposes, this was a genuine dancing school.
Closing the filing cabinet, she turned as Kitty wandered into the room and sat at the desk. This might be interesting, she thought as the woman lifted the phone and punched the buttons.
'Hi, Gerry,' she said. 'How's it going?'
Gerry? Samantha mused. This wasn't Gerry Andrews, surely?
'That's great. As you know, I've only got a few days here. Yes, OK, I'll be over this evening.'
Watching the woman hang up and leave the office, Samantha couldn't believe that Gerry Andrews was involved in the scam. There were lots of people with that first name, she mused, leaving the office and walking back to the surgery. Gerry Andrews had his ghost scam to be getting on with. He wouldn't involve himself in prostitution, would he? Whoever Kitty had been talking to, Samantha reckoned that she was about to move the dancing school. The haunted mansion would be an ideal place, she thought, entering the surgery. But she just couldn't imagine Gerry Andrews becoming involved in such a scam.
The 'doctor' was running the swollen globe of his erect penis up and down the girl's vaginal valley, obviously lubricating his weapon-head in readiness to impale her on his huge shaft. Samantha moved closer, watching the man open the girl's vaginal entrance with his fingers and slip his ballooning knob into the tight duct of her wet vagina. His shaft gliding along her sex duct, he breathed heavily as he drove his knob fully home. His huge balls pressing against the rounded cheeks of her naked bottom, her lower stomach bloated, he massaged the erect nub of her exposed clitoris. The girl played her part well, her breathing slow and deep, her body completely limp as the man withdrew his cock-shaft partially and rammed his glans back deep into her cunt.
'Dirty little bitch,' the man breathed, slipping his cunny-slimed cock out of the girl's vaginal sheath. Lifting her feet high in the air, exposing the tight entrance to her rectum, he pressed his glistening knob hard against the delicate tissue of her anus. Watching as his bulbous glans slipped past her defeated anal sphincter muscles, Samantha felt her own clitoris swell as her arousal soared. Focusing on the girl's sensitive anal tissue stretched tautly around the man's solid shaft, the creamy liquid oozing from her gaping vaginal entrance, Samantha found herself seriously wondering whether to set up her own illicit business.
'Yes,' the man breathed, the slurping sound of his squelching sperm resounding around the surgery as he repeatedly rammed his orgasming knob deep into the girl's tight rectal duct. Holding her legs high and wide, he fucked the girl's tight arse with a vengeance as Samantha watched the crude act in awe. A very good actress, the victim didn't bat an eyelid as the man drained his swinging balls and filled her bowels with his creamy spunk, her naked body rocking with the crude fucking.
Her thoughts turning to Gerry Andrews, Samantha closed her eyes and concentrated on his haunted mansion. Although she was sure he wasn't involved with Kitty, she wanted to check out the mansion thoroughly. Perhaps there was a hell of a lot more to Gerry Andrews than met the eye, she reflected, recalling the leaflet about female masturbation and candles. The mansion would certainly be an ideal home for Kitty's dancing school. Her mind drifting as she listened to the impersonator grunting in his forbidden pleasure as he arse-fucked the girl, Samantha felt herself leaving the 'surgery'.
Chapter 5
'This has to be finished today,' Gerry Andrews said, waving his hand around a large room.
'It will be,' a man in paint-splattered overalls replied. 'Another three or four hours, and I'll be done.'
'I hope so. The floor's going down tomorrow. The last thing I want is to have to put off the flooring people.'
'Don't worry, Mr Andrews. Not only will I be out of here soon, but the paint will be dry by the morning.'
'All right,' Andrews sighed, leaving the room. Following him, Samantha knew that the preparations were for the dancing school as he went into a small room. And this was to be the surgery, she thought, looking about her. An examination couch, a trolley topped with a host of hideous-looking medical instruments... Andrews wasn't the eccentric that people believed him to be, she reflected. Like Kitty's dancing school, his eccentricity was a front. Wondering when and where he'd met Kitty, she thought it ironic that she'd set out to expose him as a charlatan when all along he'd been in league with Madam Kitty.
Following the man along the hallway and through another door, Samantha looked around the tiled room. Two showers, wooden benches... Watching Andrews open a small vent, she gazed wide-eyed as he fiddled with a video camera. This was obviously a bonus for the punters, she mused. There'd be a room somewhere where they could view the dancers through a two-way mirror and then watch the girls taking a shower on a TV monitor. This was all rather ingenious, she thought as Andrews closed the vent and left the room. And, no doubt, highly profitable.
Still following him, she walked into what appeared to be a small lounge. There was the two-way mirror, she observed, looking through a huge glass window at the man decorating the dance room. On a small table a TV monitor showed the shower room in crystal-clear colour. Wondering what other tricks Andrews had up his sleeve as he stared at the monitor, Samantha was about to return to her own time and go home when a female voice called out.
'In here,' Andrews called.
'Hi, Gerry,' a pretty blonde in her early twenties trilled, breezing into the room. 'Two dancers have turned up.'
'What?' he breathed, his dark eyes frowning. 'They've come here?'
'Apparently, Kitty sent them here for your approval.'
'We're nowhere near ready yet. All right, Jenny,' he sighed. 'Where are they?'
'In the correction chamber.'
'Kitty shouldn't have sent them here without letting me know,' he complained, following the blonde. 'She only had to pick up the bloody phone.'
'I suppose she thought you'd want to take a look at the new recruits. You might even think it prudent to try them out.'
'Now, that is a thought,' he chuckled. 'I think it prudent for me to become chief girl tester.'
'Prudent or disgusting?'
'Disgusting is the appropriate word, Jenny.
Let's take a look at the little darlings.'
Samantha frowned, wondering what horrors the correction room held as she followed Andrews and the girl along the hallway. Although, after seeing Jane's sexual torture chamber, she had a pretty good idea what the correction room was all about. Slipping through an oak door and descending a wooden staircase, she looked around the large room. Whips, chains, a rack, handcuffs... Noticing two girls standing by a leather-topped table, Samantha made herself comfortable on an old chesterfield sofa as Andrews approached the new recruits.
'Gerry Andrews,' he said, introducing himself and grinning at the little beauties. 'So, you're going to work for us?'
'Yes,' the taller girl replied.'
'Kitty sent us.'
'OK, so you know the set-up?'
'She told us all about it. We know Caroline, one of the dancers. That's how we got onto Kitty.'
'Well, they certainly look the part,' Andrews said, turning to Jenny.
'That's what I thought,' she murmured pensively. 'OK, girls, strip off and let's have a look at you.'
Shaking her head, Samantha realized there was far more to the scam than she'd initially thought. Supplying girls to Jane and Geoff, the dancing school, and now this? Watching as the girls disrobed, she gazed at their boyish figures, the petite mounds of their pert breasts, the flesh of their pouting vaginal lips. She had to agree with Andrews. The little beauties really did look the part. There was money in this, Samantha mused again as the girls stood in front of Andrews and displayed the gentle curves of their naked bodies. Big money.
'Carla, isn't it?' Jenny asked, stroking the brown protrusions of the tall girl's erect milk teats.
'Yes, that's right,' the girl replied softly.
'We need to test the correction frame, Carla,' Jenny announced.
'Correction frame?' the girl echoed, cocking her pretty head to one side.
'This is the correction frame,' Gerry said enthusiastically, walking towards a wooden frame on the far side of the room. 'Some punters... I should say all the punters enjoy caning young girls' bottoms. The crossbar, here, is for... Come over here, Carla. I'll demonstrate.'
Watching the girl join Andrews by the wooden frame, Samantha wished that she was involved in the scam. This was more fun than journalism, she mused. And certainly more rewarding - not only from a financial point of view. As the girl leaned over the bar and touched her toes, Samantha eyed her hairless vaginal lips swelling alluringly between her slender thighs. This was a sight that men wouldn't hesitate to pay for, she reflected. And to fuck the little beauty from behind...
'These handcuffs slip around your ankles, like this,' Gerry said, kneeling on the floor and pulling the girl's feet wide apart. 'There we are. And then I cuff your wrists to your ankles, like so.'
'And then I take a nice, long, thin bamboo cane,' Jenny giggled wickedly. 'On second thoughts, why don't you punish her?' she asked the other girl. 'What was your name again?'
'Faye,' the petite girl murmured.
'There is one thing we must get right,' Gerry said. 'As far as the punters will be concerned, Carla will be here to be punished. The dancing girls will obviously be taken to the surgery to be examined by the doctor, but Carla... This is the scenario. Carla has been brought here by her schoolteacher to have her wickedness corrected. I think we should begin with Carla owning up to her naughtiness. Imagine that I'm a punter, Carla. What have you done wrong, girl?'
'Nothing,' Carla whimpered.
'You must have been very naughty at school to have been brought to me.'
'I... I haven't done anything.'
'Your teacher informed me that you swore at her.'
'No, no, I—'
'Are you denying it?'
'Please, I only said—'
'You're lying,' Gerry snapped, running his fingertips over the smooth flesh of her unblemished buttocks. 'You do realize that you're going to get the cane?'
'No, please...'
'Please, what?'
'Please, sir. I promise to—'
'It's too late for promises, girl. You're going to get the cane and...'
'But I...'
'Sir.'
'Sir, I...'
'You're not arguing, are you?'
'Sir, please don't...'
'Arguing, lying, insubordination, foul language... I'll correct your wicked ways, my girl. If it's the last thing I do, I'll—'
'All right, Gerry,' Jenny cut in. 'I'm sure the girls have the idea. Faye, take the cane and punish her.'
Grabbing the thin bamboo cane, Faye stood behind her friend as Andrews and Jenny stepped back. Samantha watched the girl raise the cane above her head in readiness for the first gruelling strike. The cane swished through the air and landed squarely across Carla's naked buttocks, the deafening crack resounding around the room as the girl let out a yelp. Samantha grinned. Her clitoris swelling as she noticed the girl's juices oozing between the fleshy hillocks of her vaginal lips, Samantha knew that she was really getting into this. Having spent years living with Zak and covering boring town hall meetings for the newspaper, this was a completely new world. A world that Samantha was determined to explore to the full. From setting out to expose Gerry Andrews, she'd moved on to Jane and Geoff and was now witnessing...
These people shouldn't be exposed, she decided. Where was the harm? Kitty and Gerry had obviously gone to a lot of time and expense setting up the dancing school and the correction room, not to mention the surgery. So why spoil not only their business but the pleasure they were giving the punters? Live and let live, she mused as the cane swished through the air and struck Carla's twitching bottom again. Fuck and let fuck.
'Lick her cunt,' Jenny ordered Faye, grabbing her arm and halting the caning.
'But I thought that we—' Gerry began.
'I want to see what sort of lesbian show they put on,' Jenny broke in, her pink tongue licking her succulent lips provocatively.
'We're supposed to be naughty schoolgirls,' Carla whined, looking up between her parted thighs. 'We're supposed to be punished, not—'
'Lick her cunt,' Jenny hissed, forcing Faye to her knees.
'We're not lesbians,' Faye complained.
'Suck the cum-juice out of her tight little cunt,' Jenny ordered her sternly. 'Do it, or I'll cane you. And believe me, I know how to cane a naughty girl.'
The woman was clearly showing her true colours, Samantha mused as Jenny pushed the girl's face hard against Carla's crimsoned buttocks. She'd obviously succumbed to her lesbian desires. Gerry didn't seem to mind the change of plan, Samantha thought, watching the man's grinning face as Faye licked her friend's creamy vaginal crack. Perhaps the girls weren't suitable candidates after all, Samantha mused. It seemed rather odd that they were keen to work for Kitty and yet they weren't into lesbian sex.
'Fist her cunt,' Jenny ordered Faye, grabbing a jar of Vaseline from a shelf and passing it to the bemused girl. 'Grease her crack and shove your fist deep into her tight little cunt.'
'Jenny,' Gerry whispered, taking the woman's arm. 'I really don't think—'
'I run the correction room,' Jenny stated firmly. 'That was the arrangement, wasn't it?'
'Well, yes, but...'
'There are no buts, Gerry. I run the correction room. This is my domain, all right?'
'Yes, yes, of course. I have several things to do so I'll leave you to it.'
Frowning, Samantha knew that Jenny wasn't to be messed with. She was certainly an ideal person to run the correction room, she thought as Gerry left and closed the door behind him. Walking to the door, Jenny turned the key, the heavy lock clunking as she imprisoned her young victims. Watching Faye smearing Vaseline over her fingers and into Carla's vulval crack, Samantha wondered whether it was possible to sink her fist into the tight sheath of the girl's vagina. Supposing that anything was possible, she moved closer and watched the girl forcing four fingers into her whimpering friend's sex duct.
'I hope that you two understand the situation,' Jenny said
as Faye sank half her hand into Carla's tight vagina. 'You'll be working directly for me. Although Kitty and Gerry run the show, as I said earlier this is my domain. At the moment you are the only girls who will be working in the correction room. I didn't mention it to Gerry but Kitty sent you here to see me. The idea being that I check you out, ensure that you're the right girls for the job. Faye, you're making a right mess of that,' she complained, grabbing the girl's long blonde hair. 'Pull your fingers out of her cunt, for shit's sake.'
'I'm sorry, but I...' Faye began, her fist leaving Carla's well-greased vagina.
'Stand by that wall with your hands above your head,' Jenny snapped. Samantha knew what was about to happen as she watched the girl take her position below two pairs of handcuffs hanging from chains. 'There we are,' Jenny giggled, cuffing her victim's wrists high above her head. 'Now I'll show you what cunt-fisting is all about.'
Grabbing the jar of Vaseline, Jenny greased her fingers and knelt in front of the quivering girl's naked body.
Gerry had gone, the door was locked, Carla was in no position to help her friend... Both girls were at the mercy of the lewd lesbian. Settling beside Jenny, Samantha watched her yank Faye's fleshy vaginal lips wide apart, exposing the pinken funnel of creamy-wet flesh surrounding the entrance to her tight sex sheath. The girl was in for a rough time Samantha knew as she focused on her erect clitoris forced out from beneath its protective hood. As Jenny slipped two fingers into the tight duct of her well-greased vagina, the girl let out a whimper. She was in for one hell of a rough time.
'What's the matter with you?' Jenny snapped.
'I... I thought this was a set-up to con the punters,' Faye murmured, her long blonde hair veiling her pretty face as she hung her head. 'If I'd known this was for real. If I'd known I'd be tortured like this...'
'What are you talking about, girl? This is a set-up, as you so aptly put it. All I'm doing is enjoying myself. Perks of the job,' Jenny giggled, forcing four fingers into her victim's vaginal sheath. 'I get to play with your when - how shall I put it? - when business is quiet.'