Chapter 4

 

'So, what happened at the mansion?' Dave asked, perching on the edge of his desk.

'It's not a hoax,' Samantha replied. 'I saw a ghost, Dave. I know that you're going to laugh at me, but—'

'So there's no fucking story?'

'No, there's not. However, I'm onto something that will... Let's just say that this could be the biggest story this crummy little paper has ever had.'

'Crummy little paper? Fuck me. I like that.'

'Girls lured to a den of sex by a female schoolteacher. A married couple whipping the girls, fucking them, sexually seducing them...'

'This is more like it. Go on.'

'It's a training school, a correction centre. In truth, it's a den of iniquity. Handcuffs, vibrators, whips, speculums, instruments of sexual torture...'

'Fuck me, this is brilliant. OK, names, addresses...'

'No, not yet.'

'Sammy baby, this isn't one of your whims, is it?'

'I've been there, to the torture chamber. You're not getting anything until I've got more, OK?'

'Shit, you always do this to me. OK, OK, I agree. But keep me posted, for fuck's sake.'

'I will, don't worry.'

'How the hell did you stumble across this?'

'I know the woman who runs the torture chamber.'

'Fucking hell.'

'I was at school with her.'

'Double fucking hell. OK, so what's your next move?'

'I've set something up to get her out of her house this morning. Her husband is away on business, so the place will be empty.'

'Be careful, Sam.'

'I will, don't worry. I'll need a camera.'

'Grab one from Derek on your way out. And for fuck's sake, keep me posted.'

'Don't I always?'

'Like fuck, you do.'

Leaving the building, Samantha drove to Jane's house and parked a few doors away. Sure that the woman would take the bait, she checked her watch. Ten-thirty. Within minutes Jane left her house and drove off. Clutching the camera, Samantha walked up the front path and slipped around the back of the house. This was nothing new to her, she reflected, trying the back door. Her various exploits, even as a journalist on a crummy local paper, had taken her on many interesting and dangerous missions. Noticing the dining-room window ajar, she opened it and clambered into the house.

So far so good, she thought, slipping into the hall and creeping up the stairs. Apart from photographs of the torture chamber, she was hoping to find names and addresses of the victims. Doubting that Jane would leave such information lying around, she slipped through a door and found herself standing in the sex chamber. This wasn't evidence, she mused, taking several photographs. There was nothing illegal about a married couple setting up a sex den in their house. Looking around the room, she discovered a small diary.

'Yes,' she breathed, opening it and flicking through the pages. 'P,' she read, hoping that stood for procurer. Deciding to steal the diary, she took several more photographs of the room before leaving the house. Jane would obviously discover that the diary had gone, but she'd have no idea who the thief was. With any luck she might have become complacent and think she'd mislaid it. Sitting in her car, Samantha read through the diary. There was nothing about the girls, no names or addresses. But at least Samantha now reckoned that she had the phone number of the schoolteacher involved. Grabbing her mobile phone, she dialled it.

'Oh, hi,' Samantha said as a woman answered. 'Geoff put me on to you.'

'Geoff?' she queried.

'You are the procurer?'

'Er... who is this?'

'My name's Sally. I've known Geoff and Jane for years. After a tour of their house, if you get my meaning, Geoff suggested that I give you a call.'

'What about?'

'I have a similar room at my place and... I need a supplier. Look, can we meet to discuss this?'

'Well, I... I'll give Geoff a ring and then get back to you.'

'He's away in Zurich at the moment. Give Jane a ring. She'll tell you about me.'

'OK, I'll do that now.'

'You can get my number by using dial-back.'

'All right, give me a few minutes.'

As the woman hung up Samantha dashed back to Jane's house and clambered through the dining-room window again. This was risky, she knew as she waited by the telephone. The woman might realize it wasn't Jane. And they might even have some sort of code to authenticate their identities. If she could only discover who the woman was and where she lived... Lifting the receiver as the phone rang, she prayed that Jane wouldn't return just yet. She put on a muffled voice.

'Hello,' Samantha said softly.

'Jane, it's P.'

'Oh, hi.'

'A woman just rang me and said that Geoff had put her on to me. Her name's Sally.'

'Oh, yes. She's interested in our set-up and wants to start a similar thing.'

'She's OK, then?'

'God, yes. I've known her for a long time.'

'Are you all right? Only, you sound different.'

'I think I have a cold coming on. I'll be all right.'

'Right, I'll ring this woman back. OK if we meet at your place?'

'Er... I'd rather you didn't. I have some people coming round and Geoff's away.'

'I suppose it'll be all right to meet her in a pub.'

'She's genuine, believe me.'

'OK, talk soon.'

Replacing the receiver, her hands trembling, Samantha slipped out of the house and went back to her car. This was bloody risky, she knew as she waited for the woman to ring. Once she discovered where the woman lived, she could slip back in time a day or two and take a look around her house for evidence of her part in the debauchery. It might have been an idea to visit the school where she taught, Samantha thought, tapping the steering wheel as she waited impatiently. Calling Dave, she asked him to get the address from the woman's number. He complained but finally agreed to call his contact at the phone company. The phone rang the moment she'd finished talking to Dave and she pressed the button, grinning as the woman asked for Sally.

'That's me,' Samantha said. 'Did you talk to Jane?'

'Yes, I did. I think we'd better meet in a pub, if that's all right with you?'

'Of course. When and where?'

'There's a wine bar in the High Street. I think it's called the Grapevine.'

'Yes, I know it.'

'I'll head there now.'

'All right. I'm wearing a red miniskirt and white blouse. I have blonde hair and—'

'I'll find you, don't worry.'

'OK, I'll see you soon.'

Starting the engine, Samantha drove to the High Street and parked in the supermarket car park opposite the wine bar. She knew that the teacher would eventually talk to Jane and realize that she'd been set up. And when she described 'Sally', it wouldn't take long to work out that it was really Samantha. What with that and the missing diary... Noticing a young woman entering the wine bar, Samantha climbed out of her car and locked the door. She wouldn't have a problem flannelling the woman with stories of sexually tormenting girls, but she knew it wasn't going to be easy discovering where she lived.

Walking into the bar, Samantha ordered an orange juice as she watched the woman out of the corner of her eye. She was in her late twenties with shoulder-length auburn hair. Her full lips furling into a smile as she looked at Samantha and walked towards her, she wasn't at all unattractive. Wearing a short blue skirt and matching blouse, she looked nothing like a schoolteacher, Samantha thought, wondering what to say as the woman looked her up and down as if she was for sale. Wondering whether she was a lesbian, Samantha introduced herself as Sally.

'Pleased to meet you,' the woman said, her brown eyes staring at Samantha's nipples pressing through her blouse. 'You can call me Lucinda. So, you're interested in setting up a room?'

'Yes, I am,' Samantha replied eagerly.

'How do you think I can help?'

'Girls...'

'That's your preference?'

'Oh, definitely.'

'I see. What has Jane told you about me?'

'Not a great deal. She said that you're the procurer, that you're a schoolteacher... You supply Jane with girls. That's what I want you to do for me.'

'And what do I get in return?'

'What does Jane give you?'

'You don't know?'

'Jane was pretty secretive, Lucinda.'

'She gave you my mobile number. I don't call that secretive.'

'Telling me your phone number was hardly giving anything away. I've known her for many years, known about her room. When I said that I'd like to start up, she suggested I call you. Actually, it was Geoff's idea. So, can you help me or not?'

'I might be able to. I'll have to make one or two checks before I—'

'So will I,' Samantha cut in, deciding to take a firmer stance. 'I'll need to know which school...'

'No, no. You've come to me, Sally. I'll do the checking and I'll ask the questions.'

'In that case, I think we'll leave it at that.'

'As you wish. Although I must say that you don't seem very keen.'

'I'm extremely keen and I have money. But I don't deal with evasive people. I need to know exactly who and what I'm dealing with, for obvious reasons.'

'So do I, Sally.'

'Of course. The truth is that I've been in this business for several years now. My original supplier... He went out of business. I'm now looking for someone I can trust, depend on and—'

'I would have thought that Jane would have been a good enough reference?'

'The way I look at it... I don't trust anyone, Lucinda. And you'd be wise to do the same.'

'I think we can sort something out between us. As for the financial side of things—'

'I don't want to talk about it here,' Samantha interrupted her. 'If you're interested in supplying me, then I'll come to your place this evening.'

'My place?' The schoolteacher laughed. 'Oh, no, no...'

'I don't think this is going to work out.'

'Be reasonable, Sally. I've never met you before, and you're asking for my address?'

'Excuse me for a moment,' Samantha said, answering her mobile.

'Sammy baby, it's me. Can you talk?'

'No, but you can.'

'I've got it. Twenty-five Ivy Road. Her name's Jones, Kitty Jones.'

'OK, thanks. So,' Samantha said, smiling at the woman as she switched her phone off, 'it looks as if we're at logger-heads.'

'Even Jane doesn't know where I live. In a business such as this—'

'I'll be straight with you,' Samantha broke in. 'I've already checked you out. Does Ivy Road mean anything to you? It should, seeing as you live there.'

'You know?' the woman gasped. 'But how on earth...'

'I've been in this game for quite some time. There's no way I'd meet you in a bar without doing a little homework first, Kitty.'

'You know my name? Well, I must say that you're pretty shrewd.'

'Shrewdness has nothing to do with it. OK, your place this evening?'

'Why not? About seven?'

'OK, I'll be there.'

Leaving the wine bar, Samantha grinned as she walked to her car. This was going to be easy, she mused. Slip back in time a day or two, check out the woman's house... Exposing her old school friend wasn't something she relished, but she knew it had to be done. Driving to Ivy Road, Samantha wondered how many were involved in the group. Perhaps it was just Geoff and Jane, she reflected. Parking a few yards from the teacher's house, she closed her eyes and concentrated...

 

'So you understand?' Kitty asked as Samantha found herself standing in the hall.

'Yes,' a girl replied. 'Don't worry, I won't blow it.'

'There's a lot of money at stake, Caroline. Have you shaved?'

'Of course I have. Look, nothing will go wrong. You worry too much.'

'I always worry when there's money at stake. If they discover that this is a set-up, that you're seventeen and not a virgin... You do know what to expect, don't you?'

'Yes,' the girl sighed as Samantha spied through the crack in the door. 'The whip, handcuffs... God, I'm not stupid.'

Frowning, Samantha realized what was going on as she gazed at Caroline. This was the virginal and innocent victim she'd met in the torture chamber, she reflected. But not so virginal and not so innocent, she mused. So that was the schoolteacher's game. Supplying teenage girls to Jane and her husband and making out that they were something they weren't. Wondering how much money Kitty was raking in, Samantha knew her story was dead. Dave wasn't going to be at all happy, she thought, gazing through the crack in the door.

'I have to be careful,' Kitty breathed. 'The last girl almost ruined everything.'

'What happened?' Caroline asked.

'She made it blatantly obvious that she wasn't so naive and then she mentioned working in an office. Luckily she realized her mistake and added that it was a Saturday job. Anyway, don't worry about her. You're a virgin, you're naive, gullible, frightened...'

'Kitty, we've been through all this.'

'I know, I know. The woman, Jane, asked me whether I really was a schoolteacher after the last girl almost fucked things up. If they ask where you go, it's a private school called Lodge Mead, OK?'

'OK. So, when are we going there?'

'This evening. Get here at five and you'll have time to change into your school uniform. I'll take you to the house at six and, when Jane opens the door, I'll bundle you into the hall. You'll cry and I'll hand you over to Jane for your punishment. You've had half the cash and you'll get the other half when I pick you up at ten o'clock.'

'This is easy money for four hours of sex,' Caroline giggled.

'With any luck they'll want you again. I have a few girls who are regulars now.'

'Do they get the same money each time?'

'No. The first time is the best because they're supposed to be virgins. After their first visit the money halves.'

This was clever, Samantha reflected as she crept up the stairs. Jane and Geoff were the gullible and naive ones, not the girls. Again wondering how much money was involved, Samantha slipped into a room housing a desk and a computer. There was no time to take a good look round, but she'd come back again when Kitty was out and search the house thoroughly. Hoping that the computer contained some interesting information, she hovered on the landing as the front door closed. Listening to Kitty making a phone call, Samantha grinned when she realized the woman was talking to Jane.

'Her name's Caroline,' she said as Samantha crept down the stairs. 'Stealing. I caught her stealing cash from the bursar's office. Her father is something big in the City and if it comes to light... Oh yes, she's a virgin all right. She's terrified that her father will be told of her thieving. Not only would she be expelled, but her father... Let's just say that she'll be putty in your hands...

'Jane, the last girl was a virgin. Just because her hymen wasn't intact... Of course I'm sure. Yes, I know that Geoff likes them untouched and I can assure you that they've never had sex. As I said to you before, girls experiment. They masturbate and often stick things up their pussies. God, I know I did. Yes, that's fine. I'll bring her round at six. OK, see you later.'

Shaking her head, Samantha thought again how clever the scam was. But where did Kitty find the girls? And how did she get together with Jane and Geoff? Reckoning that Kitty might have been supplying others with girls, Samantha closed her eyes and concentrated on returning to her own time. Finding herself sitting in her car, she started the engine and drove off. Reaching her flat, she had an idea and rang the schoolteacher.

'I'd like to see a sample,' she said as the woman answered.

'A sample? You mean, you want to see a girl?'

'Yes, that's right.'

'I'm afraid that's not possible.'

'A photograph?' Samantha persisted.

'I do have a portfolio of my girls, but—'

'Ah, that's good. I'd like a girl straight away.'

'I can't get a girl for this evening. These things have to be arranged.'

'Then arrange something for seven o'clock.' Hanging up, Samantha reckoned that she might get a story out of this after all. The girls were in their mid-to-late teens, but this was prostitution at the very least. Not quite as scandalous and sensational as Samantha had initially thought, but a story worth going after.

Spending several hours packing Zak's things and dumping them by the front door, she didn't answer the persistent phone caller. It would have been Dave after an update she knew as she took a shower and checked her watch. Deciding to walk the short distance to Kitty's house, she grabbed her bag and left the flat. Doing her best to plan what she was going to say as she rang the doorbell, she took a deep breath and composed herself.

'Come in,' Kitty said, looking up and down the street as Samantha entered the house. 'In the lounge.'

'Nice place,' Samantha remarked, following her into the lounge and sitting on the sofa. 'You must earn a lot as a schoolteacher.'

'It's not bad,' Kitty replied.

'Seeing as you're not a teacher and there is no Lodge Mead...'

'How the hell do you know so much?' the woman asked, shaking her head and frowning.

"This is a dangerous business. As you'll appreciate, I can't be too careful. You know what I want, Kitty. I want a girl. May I see the photographs?'

'I can do better than photographs. There's a girl upstairs. One hour, that's all you can have with her. Two hundred, up front.'

'I've not brought any money with me.'

'In that case—'

'I'll take a look at her,' Samantha cut in. 'If I like what I see, then...'

'You'll have to get the cash first.'

'You don't trust me, Kitty? Look, I'll have an hour with her and then go and get the cash. If you don't want it that way, then we'll have to forget it. You did say that these things have to be arranged. I wasn't expecting you to come up with the goods. That's why I didn't bring any money. Bear in mind that I intend to become a valued customer, Kitty.'

'All right,' the woman finally conceded. 'She's tied up in the spare room. No more than an hour because I'll have to get her cleaned up and take her home. In fact, it might be an idea to make it fifteen minutes.'

'Is that all?'

'Seeing as you have no money with you... Look at this as a taster.'

'All right, fifteen minutes. Where do you get the girls from?' Samantha asked.

'I can't tell you that. Suffice to say that I have a friend who works with girls. It's not been easy arranging this at such short notice.'

'I appreciate it,' Samantha said. 'As I said, if I like the girl, then I'll become a good customer.'

'I'll take you to her.'

'Right,' Samantha said, following the woman to the door.

Walking into the spare room, Samantha gazed at a girl's naked body lying on the bed. Her limbs spread, her wrists and ankles bound with rope, she had a boyish figure. This was an excellent scam, Samantha mused, eyeing the girl's breasts, her nipples, as Kitty checked her gag. The woman had obviously chosen her girls well.

'I'll leave you to enjoy yourself,' Kitty said, moving to the door.

'I'm certainly going to do that,' Samantha replied, running her fingertips over the girl's naked vaginal lips.

'Her name's Julie, by the way. I'll be back in fifteen minutes.'

Sitting on the edge of the bed as the woman left the room and closed the door, Samantha smiled at her victim. Parting the fleshy swell of the girl's vulval lips, she peered at the intricate folds nestling within her wet valley of desire. Slipping her finger into the girl's snug sex sheath, Samantha breathed deeply, her stomach somersaulting as her arousal heightened. She wasn't a lesbian, she mused. But she was beginning to enjoy the feel of another girl's hot vagina.

'You're not a virgin,' she murmured. 'You're not innocent and you've not been brought here against your will. In fact, you're only too willing to have your cunt abused. And I'd say that you're at least seventeen or eighteen.' The girl's blue eyes frowning, she stared hard at Samantha. 'OK, this is the deal. You're going to tell me who you are, where you live and how Kitty met you and got you into this.'

Slipping her finger out of the girl's hot vaginal duct and removing the gag, Samantha hoped that she wouldn't scream out. The girl was obviously too stunned to say anything as she looked at Samantha. And probably too frightened. After all, Samantha could have easily been an undercover cop. Slipping two fingers back into the tight sheath of Julie's vagina, she pressed hard against her pubic bone and grinned at the girl.

'OK, we'll start by you telling me how old you are.'

'Seventeen,' the girl confessed softly.

'How did you get into this scam?'

'I can't tell you.'

'I think you can,' Samantha returned, digging her fingernails into the girl's inner vaginal flesh. 'Talk, or I'll...'

'All right,' Julie gasped, her pretty face grimacing. 'I met Kitty through a friend. I was working from home and—'

'As a prostitute?'

'Yes. I met Kitty and she told me about her business.'

'How many clients does she have?'

'God knows. Dozens, I reckon.'

'I see. OK, you're working for me from now on.'

'Working for you?'

'If you want to stay out of trouble, you'll report back to me. I want names and addresses of all the clients. I want to know how many girls are working for Kitty and their names and addresses.'

'But there's no way I...'

'It's up to you, Julie. Either you work for me, or... I really don't think you want to know what the alternative is.'

'All right,' the girl sighed.

'What's your phone number?' Samantha asked, pulling her fingers out of the girl's vagina and taking her mobile phone from her bag. 'I intend to make sure you're telling the truth before we go any further.'

Punching the buttons as Julie revealed her number, Samantha listened to the ringing tone. She had no idea where this was going to lead, she mused as an answer-machine took the call. 'Hi, this is Julie. I'm not here right now but—' Switching her phone off, Samantha wondered what to do. It crossed her mind to make some serious money out of the scam, but she reminded herself that she was supposed to be getting a story for the paper.

'OK, so you've been truthful so far,' she said, slipping a finger back into the girl's vaginal duct again. 'How many clients do you see each week?'

'A dozen or so.'

'How much?'

'I get half. Usually around a hundred.'

'One hundred for each client you entertain? Miss Kitty is doing well, isn't she?'

'We all do well. And there's nothing illegal about it.'

'Isn't there?'

'It's prostitution, that's all. So who are you? A cop?'

'I intend to take over the operation,' Samantha announced, her finger sliding in and out of the girl's drenched vagina. 'Is there anyone else running this besides Kitty?'

'No, it's just her.'

'Good, good. Right, I have your phone number so I'll be in touch.'

'Kitty has been running this for years. Why don't you set up your own business?'

'That's exactly what I intend to do. Using her girls and her clients. Talking of which, give me a few names of your clients.'

'I don't know,' Julie sighed. 'Fred, John, Ian...'

'Geoff?'

'Yes, Geoff and his wife Jane. You know them?'

'Yes, I do. Anyone else locally?'

'I shouldn't think they give their real names. There's one man who calls himself Dray. Another goes by the name of Clayton.'

'Clayton?' Samantha echoed. 'That wouldn't be Clayton Hargreaves, would it?'

'Yes, that's right. Do you know him?'

'I've heard of him,' Samantha said, imagining Zak's best friend being involved. 'Do you go to his place?'

'No, no.'

'Where, then?'

'There's... Here, sometimes.'

'There's what? What were you about to say?'

'Kitty has a place. We work from there.'

'Where is it?'

'Look, I...'

'Where is it?'

'OK, OK,' Julie gasped as Samantha again dug her fingernails into the creamy walls of her vagina. 'It's a flat above the chemist in the High Street.'

'There are no flats there.'

'It's a dancing school. I should say, it looks like a dancing school. The punters look at the girls through a two-way mirror and make their choice. Dressed in a leotard, Kitty takes a girl into a back room where the punter is and—'

"The girl feigns shock and fear?'

'Something like that. The punters think it's genuine. They believe that they really are choosing from a group of innocent girls. That's why they pay... They pay a lot.'

'How much for a dancer?'

'Three hundred upwards.'

'Very clever,' Samantha breathed. 'Kitty's quite a businesswoman, isn't she?'

'She's bloody clever,' Julie said. 'You imagine a man able to choose from a group of girls in leotards. The one he picks is brought to him in the back room and he can spend an hour with her. The guys love it. They pay up without question.'

'I'm sure they do. Right, I'm going now. I'll be in touch.'

'I like you,' Julie said, smiling at Samantha. 'I reckon you're all right.'

'Thank you. And I reckon you're all right, too.'

'Don't you want... you know?'

'What?'

'Don't you want to lick me?'

Her stomach somersaulting, Samantha realized that she very much wanted to lick and taste the girl's vulval crack. Sighing, she checked her watch. She had about five minutes before Kitty hammered on the door. Time enough to... But, she wondered, was this really what she wanted? Confusion flooded her racked mind. Gazing at Julie's pert breasts, her ripening nipples, she knew that she was heading down a road to a life of lesbian relationships with anyone and everyone. But Julie looked so lovely and... innocent?

Settling between the girl's splayed legs, Samantha ran her wet tongue up Julie's sex groove. Lapping up her flowing juices of arousal, her tongue snaking into her vaginal entrance, she felt her own love juices oozing from her hungry pussy as she sucked and mouthed between the girl's naked thighs. Quivering, Julie lifted her rounded buttocks clear of the bed, forcing her naked vaginal flesh hard against Samantha's mouth as her juices of lust gushed from her spasming vaginal sheath.

'You're good,' Julie gasped as Samantha sucked her clitoris into her hot mouth and swept her tongue over the sensitive tip. 'God, I'm going to come already.' Fervently mouthing and sucking on the girl's ballooning clitoris, Samantha drove three fingers into the tight sheath of her cunt and massaged her creamy inner flesh. Crying out as her orgasm erupted within her pulsating clitoris, Julie shook violently in her lesbian-induced coming. Her naked stomach rising and falling, her nostrils flaring, she pumped out the creamy product of her orgasm, splattering Samantha's flushed face with her sex juices as she screamed out again.

The sound of the girl's squelching juices sending Samantha's libido rocketing, she finger-fucked Julie's cunt and sucked hard on her palpitating clitoris to sustain her incredible pleasure. It was amazing how her life had changed in a matter of days, she reflected, her full lips pressed hard against the pinken flesh surrounding the girl's orgasming clitoris. From a comparatively dull life with Zak to enjoying sex both with men and girls... But why had she been blessed with the gift of time travel?

'Your time's up,' Kitty called, banging on the door.

'All right,' Samantha replied, her mouth leaving Julie's clitoris as the girl floated down from her sexual heaven. 'I'll phone you,' she whispered, slipping her girl-wet fingers out of the burning sheath of Julie's cunt. 'I'll ring you later this evening.'

Replacing the gag, Samantha kissed Julie's flushed cheek before composing herself. She'd have liked to have spent an hour or more with the beauty, but she'd have the opportunity to pleasure the girl's body again. Particularly now that Zak was moving out of the flat, she mused, walking across the room and opening the door. With her cheating boyfriend out of the way, she was free to do what she liked when she liked. Descending the stairs, she found Kitty standing in the lounge doorway with her arms folded. The woman didn't appear to be too happy, and Samantha hoped she'd not overheard her conversation with Julie.

'When do I get the money?' Kitty asked.

'I'll drop fifty round tomorrow.'

'Fifty? But—'

'That's not bad for fifteen minutes, Kitty.'

'All right. Before you go, tell me how you know so much about me.'

'I've told you. I've done my homework.'

'Yes, but no one knows about Lodge Mead School.'

'I've been looking for a supplier for some time now. When Geoff put me on to you, I checked you out by watching you, following you. It's not difficult to check up on someone. Once I found out where you lived, I got your name. I'll see you tomorrow.'

Leaving the house, Samantha went home to discover that Zak had taken his things from the hall. Relieved, Samantha flopped down onto the sofa, her thoughts turning to the dancing school as she wondered how to pay the rent without Zak's money. Kitty was raking in the cash, more cash than any small-time newspaper journalist could ever hope to earn. The idea was brilliant, Samantha thought, picturing a group of leotard-clad girls practising their ballet routines...

 

Finding herself standing outside the dance room, looking through the open door at half a dozen girls, Samantha slipped behind the door before she was noticed. The girls looked so lovely in their leotards, their hair tied in ribbons, they were practising the splits. Looking up and down the passageway, she noticed a door at the far end. Sure that the potential customers were behind that door, looking through a two-way mirror, she stole along the passage and listened. She could hear the deep voice of a man remarking on a petite blonde as she pressed her ear to the door. She was desperate to learn more, but there was no way she could walk into the room and show herself.

'Oh, er...' she murmured as Kitty walked towards her. Frowning, Samantha wondered why the woman ignored her as she opened the door and said something to the customers. 'Kitty?' Samantha said as she closed the door and walked back to the dance room. This was amazing, she mused. The woman couldn't see or hear her. Walking into the small room, Samantha gazed at three men as they looked through the two-way mirror.

'I'll bet that cute blonde's got a tight cunt,' one man said, obviously unaware of Samantha as he sat on a sofa. 'Tight, wet, hot...'

'I'm going for that skinny dark girl,' another said. 'Just look at the way she opens her legs.'

Leaving the room, Samantha joined the girls. Wondering why no one could see or hear her, she realized the great potential of her gift. She could go anywhere at any time and spy on anyone, she reflected. Watching Kitty walk up to the dark girl and whisper something in her ear, Samantha knew that she was going to be taken to the customer. Following as they left the room, Samantha eyed the girl's slim figure. The tight material of her leotard clinging to her pert buttocks, she certainly looked the part. Watching as Kitty led the girl into another room, Samantha followed and stood by a glass-topped trolley piled with speculums and other metal instruments.

'The fitness examination?' the girl asked, gazing at an examination couch.

'Yes,' Kitty said, grinning. 'He's going to examine you, check you over to make sure you're fit enough for the ballet exam next week. Do your stuff and tell him that you're worried about your fanny. Only don't put it like that.'

'I won't,' the girl laughed as Kitty opened the door. 'I'll say that my little pink cunt hurts every time I get fucked by a horse.'

'God, no. Come to the office when you're done and I'll pay you. Right, I'll send him in.'

Again wondering why she couldn't be seen or heard, Samantha watched the middle-aged man enter the room and smile at the girl. The dancing school was a brilliant idea, and the doctor scam was sheer genius, she thought. The man even had a stethoscope around his neck and a file in his hand, Samantha observed as he asked the girl to remove her leotard. There was no way that he'd think this was a set-up, that the girl was in on the scam. As far as he was concerned, Kitty had gone to great lengths to have the girls believe that this was a real surgery and that the visiting doctors were genuine.

'You're taking the exam next week?' he asked as the girl stood before him in her bra and panties.

'Yes, that's right,' she replied softly.

'Hop onto the examination couch and I'll take a look at you,' he said, looking through the file. 'It says in your notes that you had an ankle strain last month. Is that giving you any trouble?'

'No, it's fine now,' the girl replied, lying on her back on the couch.

Samantha hovered in the corner of the room, watching the so-called doctor stand by the couch and press his fingertips into the girl's lower stomach. The surgery, the fake notes... This really was a brilliant scam, Samantha mused. Moving his hands down to her legs, he kneaded the firm flesh of her thighs, his fingers dangerously close to the tight crotch of her pink panties. He obviously realized that he had to come across as a genuine doctor, so how was he going to get his fingers into the girl's tight pussy? Samantha pondered on the problem as he mumbled something about muscular development.

'Slip your panties and bra off, please,' he said, moving to the trolley. Lifting her rounded buttocks clear of the couch, the girl pulled her panties down her slender legs and unhooked her bra. Lying naked on the couch, her thighs deliberately parted, she gazed at the ceiling in her feigned innocence.

Kitty was a very clever woman, Samantha thought again. She'd set up the perfect scam. The so-called doctor probably believed that if the girl told anyone she'd been examined, they'd think nothing of it. As far as he knew, this was a genuine dancing school and Kitty was open about the fitness examinations.

'Have you had any pain in your lower stomach?' he asked, pressing his fingertips again into the soft flesh just above the gentle rise of her naked mons.

'Yes, a little,' she replied softly. 'I sometimes get pains lower down.'

'There?' he murmured, his fingertips pressing into the swell of her vulval lips.

'Yes, inside.'

'I thought as much,' he murmured, parting her thighs wider. 'It's probably nothing to worry about, but I'll check down there just to be on the safe side.'

Samantha watched as the fake doctor's trembling finger slipped between the fleshy pads of the girl's outer lips and sank deep into the tight sheath of her vagina. So far, so good, she thought. But how was he going to explain that he was going to force his cock into her cunt and fuck her? Kneading her breasts with his free hand, he was obviously becoming desperate to have his wicked way with her. Noticing the crotch of his trousers bulging with his erection, Samantha moved closer as he slipped his finger out of the girl's pussy and smiled at her.

'Everything seems to be in order,' he said. 'Are you on any medication?'

'No,' she replied. 'Miss Kitty did give me a sedative earlier because I had a headache. But I'm not taking any pills or anything.'

'Are you feeling sleepy?' he asked.

'Yes, I am.'

'I would imagine that's the sedative. Just close your eyes and relax while I check your ankle.'

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'.