Chapter Four

After Gary had told her all about it and she’d let him cram himself back into his trousers and scuttle off, still stuttering about how sorry he was, Susie was about as angry as she’d ever been in her life.

Hugh, the smarmy bastard, had persuaded Sophie to give him a display, then secretly filmed her during moments of what she’d imagined was private love-play - and then he’d shown the video to all his mates. And also to Liz, who’d immediately told Sophie what Hugh had done - and doubtless taken great pleasure in the telling. And there was no doubt in Susie’s mind that she’d done everything to capitalise on the ‘all men are bastards’ line, with its matching corollary: ‘so get your pants off for me instead’. And there was also no doubt in Susie’s mind that the video show was the reason for Sophie’s disappearance. Well, it was understandable. Sophie had always been the shyer one of the two, and Susie could easily see why she hadn’t wanted to stay in a small town where every bloke in every pub had watched her at play with a black dildo, evidently enjoying every second of it.

None of which helped her find Sophie, but it did give her something to do before she returned to London.

The next evening she prepared herself as if she was going on a crucial date or an assignment for the paper: she bathed, then dressed to kill in a short and simple red dress that showed off her cleavage and breasts to perfection. Beneath it she wore nothing but the sexiest knickers she’d brought with her; tight, sheer and everything but see-through, they clung to every perfumed curve, making her look more naked than she did without them. Perfect!

The last thing she did before leaving the house was to reload the secret video recorder in her handbag with a fresh tape and make sure the tiny lens was polished clean.

Then she set off to find Hugh in the pub. He looked surprised to see her and a trifle nervous, Susie thought, but her friendly smile and relaxed manner soon soothed his worries, and he was happy to accept a drink and join her at a corner table. Within a short while his apprehension had vanished and with his customary bumptiousness restored, he was even brave enough to commiserate with her about Sophie’s disappearance.

‘It’s a mystery,’ she agreed, sipping her drink and wondering if he was looking a little bit too relaxed. ‘The police say it’s usually drugs or a boy-girl thing when young people run away, but I know it can’t be drugs.’ That wiped the smile off his face, but she wasn’t going to give in to her instincts and call him all the names she could think of before pouring his beer over his head. What she had in mind for Hugh was much worse, and in order to make it work she had to appear as friendly as she possibly could. In fact, she had to do a great deal more than that and she wasn’t looking forward to it at all, but for Sophie’s sake she’d do what had to be done.

‘I know Sophie was very happy - that you and she were getting on well,’ she said convincingly, letting him wriggle off the hook again. But only for a while, she promised herself. ‘The last letter she sent me was full of glowing praises for you.’ Hugh made a strangled noise in his throat, his expression telegraphing the fact that he knew nothing of any correspondence between the two sisters. It was the perfect moment to spring the trap. ‘She said things were going especially well on a personal level.’

She wondered if she’d overdone it a bit but, as usual, Hugh’s giant ego completely obliterated his ability to discriminate between phoney friendship and the genuine adulation he believed to be his entitlement. He merely simpered acknowledgement of the compliment and moved closer to her.

Horrid bloke, thought Susie. She remembered him very clearly from youth club, always trying to look up girls’ skirts or peer through the toilet window, and it didn’t seem much had changed.

‘Yes, she said you’d opened up a whole new world for her,’ she continued, adopting a husky tone she thought made her sound asthmatic but which Hugh accepted for the sultry undertone it was intended to be. She looked into his eyes and, finding no hint of embarrassment or modesty, decided it was safe to continue. ‘In fact,’ she murmured throatily, widening her eyes and licking her full lips, ‘she said she was having a brilliant time exploring her sexuality, with you as her leader.’

‘Yes, I suppose she was,’ he said shamelessly.

‘To be honest, it made me quite jealous,’ Susie continued with a giggle, pressing herself lightly against him under the table, just as she had with Gary. ‘I thought I was missing out on quite a bit.’

Still he didn’t have the grace to show any modesty but just smirked at her, visibly swelling with self-esteem. And swelling with quite a lot more as well, thought Susie as she forced herself to wriggle closer whilst discreetly noticing the uninviting lump in his trousers.

‘Well, I’m glad she found the relationship so fulfilling,’ he said pointedly, wasting no time at all in placing a hand on her thigh.

‘Tell me,’ urged Susie, fighting the instinct to slap his face and slash off the offending hand at the wrist, ‘what made her say that? Tell me about the sort of things you did.’

‘Well, I thought she’d already told you.’

‘Yes, but letters aren’t the sort of place where girls confide that kind of detail, are they?’

‘No, I suppose not,’ he said, unable to keep the relief from showing in his face, ‘but it’s very personal stuff. You know... intimate. And you two are sisters...’

‘And very close,’ she cooed, hinting as heavily as she dared. ‘We don’t keep secrets from each other, and I know she’d tell me if she was here. But she’s not. And I just know it would sound a lot more interesting to hear it all from you, in that commanding, sexy voice Sophie said she could never resist.’

Nor could he resist the flattery, no matter how obvious. ‘Yes, I did teach her the pleasures of obedience,’ he said, quite seriously. ‘She was very enthusiastic when we first met, but not terribly sophisticated. She needed polishing and I helped her.’

‘Yes, but tell me, Hugh,’ encouraged Susie, wanting him to bait the trap for himself. ‘Tell me the details.’

‘Are you really sure?’

‘Oh, go on, Hugh, girls talk about it as well as boys, you know.’ She caressed his thigh, sidling even closer to him on the bench seat. She’d never worked as well as this for the paper, but this was different. This was for family.

‘Well I wasn’t her first boyfriend, you know, so she’d done all the basic stuff before. I just expanded her horizons, enhancing an existing talent as well as showing the scope of what was out there,’ droned Hugh.

‘What did you show her?’ asked Susie breathlessly. ‘Apart from this...’ She brushed her hand lightly across the prominent lump in his trousers.

‘Wouldn’t you rather let me show you as well?’ he responded, and the hand which had been lying quietly on her thigh slipped up under her skirt until it came to rest high on the warm flesh of her inner thigh.

‘Yes, but I like hearing you talk about it, too,’ said Susie, giving him an encouraging squeeze with her hand.

‘Well, I taught her how to pleasure herself properly,’ said Hugh smugly, sliding his hand even higher up Susie’s leg, until his fingertips were millimetres from the gusset of her knickers and the heat from her body.

‘I tried that, but she didn’t seem interested,’ she said, disappointment in her voice.

‘Yes, she did mention that,’ he said, the thought of one delicious girl trying to teach another delicious girl the art of masturbating making him take a mouthful of beer and gather his thoughts. ‘But I taught her to enjoy it without guilt. To be proud of her body, and how to display it.’

Yes, except he didn’t tell her who she’d be displaying it to, thought Susie, but she said, ‘Like me, you mean?’

‘I didn’t know you, er...’

‘Oh yes, showing off is one of my favourite pastimes,’ she smouldered, and he actually leaned closer as if to kiss her. The idea was so repulsive it occupied all her attention and energy, so that she accidentally relaxed her thighs just enough to let him slip his fingertips down between to press against her through the delicate underwear and feel the slippery wetness within. Hugh couldn’t know it was anxiety that had dampened her gusset; he clearly thought she was turned on by his charm - which was fine, since it was part of the plan.

‘So, er, why don’t you come back to the flat and show me what you mean?’ he asked, too casually to be as cool as he thought he was.

Resisting the strong impulse to tear herself away from him, Susie sat still, careful not to open her thighs any wider. ‘Okay,’ she agreed, knowing someone so self-centred would never wonder why she complied so easily with what was, after all, a pretty outrageous proposition.

They finished their drinks and Hugh drove them back to his flat, pushing his hand up her skirt the whole way. Rather than make him suspicious when she was so close to success, she opened her legs just wide enough for his fingertips to brush against her gusset and feel the damp heat of arousal. It was enough to keep him interested, and as soon as they were in the front door he tried to kiss her, but she twisted away.

‘Pour me a drink, Hugh,’ she said firmly, ‘and then show me what you showed Sophie.’

‘Well, it’s all about self-knowledge,’ said Hugh. ‘Being at ease with yourself and your own sexuality is never easy, not even for the most sophisticated of us. But with a little practice and some simple exercises we can all be at peace with our own bodies, and it’s only then that we start to enjoy them properly.’

‘Let’s do it together then,’ she breathed, and he looked surprised.

‘I’m sorry...?’

‘Self-knowledge without shame. Like you said.’

Placing her shiny leather handbag beside her, facing across towards Hugh with the tape already running, Susie sat on the black leather sofa and looked up at him, eyes wide and moist lips peeled just apart so he could see her teeth and the wickedly pointed tip of her tongue. ‘Come on, Hugh,’ she urged seductively, and moved her legs apart in an unconscious carbon copy of Sophie’s actions. Hugh gazed down between her slender thighs at the tightly stretched see-though panties. She nodded at the chair opposite, and without a word he sat down, still staring between her sexily parted legs.

After a moment he coughed and, no doubt trying to be authoritative, said, ‘Just clear your mind of all the daily clutter and concentrate on the beauty of being you.’

‘Oh, never mind all that, Hugh,’ she said mischievously. ‘You just go ahead and I’ll copy you.’ He stared at her, open-mouthed. ‘Well it is about togetherness, isn’t it? You do want us to be together at the end of it, don’t you?’ She let her knees part another inviting inch.

‘Right, yes, well...’ He began to move self-consciously, awkwardly caressing himself around the shoulders and then his chest.

Susie followed his guide obediently, stroking her own tanned shoulders and then the upper slopes of her breasts. Her touch was gentle and knowing as always, and when her nipples popped into view, jutting impishly through the soft red material, Hugh brightened up visibly, tweaking at his own with finger and thumb. Susie followed suit and, emboldened, eyes glued to her breasts and the mesmerising dalliance of her fingers, he unbuttoned his shirt, cupping his naked chest in both hands.

Unable to unbutton her dress, Susie shrugged it from her shoulders, pulling it down to her waist. Hugh licked his dry lips and smiled smugly as he gazed greedily upon her naked breasts, standing proud and firm.

He stroked his groin, legs thrust arrogantly wide, and Susie obediently spread her knees further, the movement forcing her dress higher and casting more light into the enticing space between her thighs, where the scant protection of her flimsy knickers was reduced to nothing by the flow of warm juices from within. Smarmy git or not, displaying herself for him in such a manner was a stimulating thing for a hot-blooded girl like Susie to do. She copied his lead and began to caress herself, hand stroking between her legs, feeling the burning heat and the soft wetness.

Eyes bulging, Hugh unbuttoned his trousers and pushed them down around his knees. Susie gathered her skirt and pulled her dress off over her head in one elegantly erotic movement that set her breasts swaying. Then she was sitting opposite him in nothing but her amazingly revealing knickers.

Deliberately she opened her legs wide so he could see how the flood of wetness had made the knickers invisible to the naked eye, the soft pink flesh in plain view, unfurled and glistening.

He gasped, an involuntary sign of being turned on, and clutched his groin.

Susie sat there smiling, not moving, not covering herself, letting him stare, and nodded at his waist. He got the message at once, and slid his boxers down to join his trousers around his knees in an untidy tangle, his erection sprouting straight and tall from his groin, its circumcised tip shining like a big red lollipop.

Still following suit, Susie slipped her knickers down to her ankles and kicked them aside. She sat back and slowly opened her legs again, letting him feast his piggy eyes between them, devouring her with his stare. He had a massive hard-on, and sitting there in front of it, naked, with her legs lolling apart, was a very rude thing to do. Susie felt her body flowering softly as the last few petals of tender flesh opened.

Hugh groaned and swallowed hard, weakly flapping one hand in the general direction of her sex. ‘Go on then,’ he croaked, but she just smiled encouragingly and stared pointedly at his groin.

‘Oh, ah, yes.’ He grasped his cock, clasping the thick shaft with a hand that only covered half of it, she realised, with a clutching in her tummy and a sudden aching need between her legs. She responded by laying a hand across her labia, feeling the heat and the slippery wetness under her fingers.

Opposite her she saw Hugh begin to slide his hand up and down, and she copied him, slipping one finger between her lips, relishing the familiar thrill as her body tingled in expectation beneath her fingertips. She thought about walking the few feet that separated him from her, straddling his thighs and sitting on that surprisingly impressive erection...

But even as she caught herself considering the idea she remembered what she was there for and controlled the urge. ‘Do you think I’m as good as Sophie?’ she asked quietly, and for a moment he faltered, but her hooded eyes and dreamy look of pure arousal, coupled with the diligence of her busy fingers, kept him entranced and kept him honest.

‘Oh, yes,’ he said, looking deep between her thighs.

‘I think I’m better, don’t you?’ She lifted her heels onto the edge of the sofa, spreading her knees as far apart as they could go, opening herself wider, offering herself as her fingers delved between the puffy pink lips.

Hugh’s fist began to move quicker, and she mimicked his pace, enjoying the sensations as her fingertips traced the edges of the furrow before dipping into its burning heat, triggering stabs of delight as they flicked across her hardened clitoris.

‘Don’t you?’ she prompted, lifting her fingers and luxuriously sucking the juices from them.

‘Oh, yes,’ he enthused hoarsely. He was gripping and pumping his cock so firmly his knuckles whitened, his breathing was ragged and his face had reddened.

‘The big difference is that I like to be watched,’ she told him deliberately. He stared as Susie held herself delicately apart with two fingers of her left hand and slid two fingers of the other between them, letting her wet and willing body swallow them with ease. It was pure performance, solely for the benefit of someone watching, and it made the point perfectly.

‘Not like Sophie,’ she carried on, while her fingers dipped in and out with a glutinous sucking sound. ‘She didn’t do it to please herself, only to please you, right?’

‘Right,’ he agreed, still wanking steadily, still staring between her legs where small droplets of moisture sparkled in the blonde peach-fuzz that clung to her mound but stopped just before the folds of her body opened around the little bud. ‘She didn’t know how to enjoy herself properly... not like you.’

His hand was a blur and his face had turned the same ugly shade of purple as his knob-end. He stared at her, and as he watched her fingers delving in the wet warmth between those open lips an expression of admiration appeared on his face. ‘You’d do anything, wouldn’t you?’ he croaked.

There was silence as Susie, unable to stop herself, continued to work her fingers around, wondering how he knew. And then, still a little disturbed that she’d given herself away and he’d read her so well, she said, ‘Oh yes, anything,’ as her slithering fingers produced small tremors of bliss and she sighed contentedly, almost forgetting her task for a moment. But then she saw the gluttony in his eyes as they devoured her body, and she remembered why she was there. ‘Come on, Hugh, don’t stop now,’ she goaded with a sexy pout, and he started again, hand moving gently at first, and then more aggressively.

‘Come on, Hugh,’ she urged again, fingers moving in time with his fist. ‘Come on, Hugh... are you coming... are you coming...?’

‘Oh, yessss,’ he hissed, staring at Susie’s busy fingers, and then a pearly-white blob appeared from the eye of his penis as he neared the finish, and so did she, her body beginning to heave, muscles clenched as her climax began. As she smothered a small squealing noise he spurted wildly into the air, thick, creamy gobbets that splashed across his thighs, his stomach, his trousers and the floor.

Susie stopped almost as soon as he did, but instead of lying back dreamily, letting the lethargic stirring of two lazy fingers bring her slowly back down to earth as she would have liked, she snapped her legs shut and began to dress, pulling on her tiny knickers and then dropping her dress over her head while Hugh struggled clumsily with the knot of clothing snared around his knees.

Still smoothing down her dress, Susie picked up her bag and headed for the door. ‘Thanks, Hugh,’ she said briefly over her shoulder. ‘That was great. I think we know ourselves much better now.’

She was gone before he could say a word.

Susie found Gary in the Crown about an hour later. Smiling, she searched around in her bag and pulled out the video cassette. ‘Take that home tonight after the pub,’ she said, ‘and invite all your mates. You’ll have a really good laugh.’

Gary looked puzzled. ‘B-b-but are you coming?’ he asked.

‘Oh yes, I wouldn’t miss it for the world. But I’m off to the Jolly Sailor to see someone first.’ Gary looked crestfallen. Everyone knew the Sailor was where the gays and lesbians went to drink.

‘Don’t worry, Gary, I won’t say anything,’ she reassured him, knowing why he looked concerned. ‘I promised, remember? I’ll see you in here later on, and we’ll get some beers in before we go back and watch that.’ She tapped the cassette. ‘Keep it safe. It’s very special.’

Still content at the prospect of getting Sophie’s revenge on Hugh, she left, heading to the Sailor. Luck was still with her, and as soon as she opened the door she spotted Liz by the bar. There were anxious butterflies in her tummy as she walked up to her and smiled. ‘You told Sophie about Hugh’s film,’ she accused quickly and without preamble.

‘Yes.’ Liz sounded defiant.

Susie almost wilted at the prospect of confrontation. ‘Don’t worry,’ she said, ‘I know why. You thought that while she was crying on your shoulder you’d be able to put your hand in her knickers, right?’

‘No,’ snapped Liz. ‘I thought she should know, that’s all.’

‘I don’t blame you,’ said Susie, determined to keep trying charm and guile. ‘I know she’s a pretty girl. If she wasn’t my sister...’ She shrugged. ‘Well, you know. It wouldn’t be the first time.’

Liz regarded her carefully. Susie smiled but got only a glare in return, and decided not to press the point any further. ‘What about Hugh?’ she asked. ‘Just serves him right, eh?’

Liz stared. ‘So?’ was all she said, but there was something about the way she looked across the room, avoiding Susie’s eyes.

‘So nothing. What exactly did he do to you to make you tell on him?’

‘Nothing,’ Liz retorted defensively.

‘You can tell me, Liz. I don’t like him either.’

‘It’s nothing to do with him. Not really.’ Susie could see Liz hadn’t meant to say so much but she wasn’t sure what had been given away.

‘Not really? Well, who is it to do with then?’

Liz looked back at Susie, the defiant stare rekindled. ‘It was your prissy sister, if you must know, all airs and graces and, “Oh, no, I couldn’t possibly, nice girls like me don’t do things like that”. Snotty cow.’

‘Things like what, exactly?’ Susie persisted, trying hard to ignore the insult.

Liz muttered something and Susie merely raised her eyebrows, waiting for an answer. ‘She promised,’ she sniffed, sounding sorry for herself. ‘Hugh asked her and she promised, and she was all right with him kissing and touching her, and...’

‘And?’ Susie prompted gently.

‘And she was all right letting me watch him put his hand up her skirt...’

‘But?’

‘And it was all okay at first; she liked kissing and she had lovely tits. She was loving it, and then all of a sudden it’s, “No! No! No! I couldn’t possibly, get your hands off me!” Bitch!’

‘So? Just because she didn’t fancy you?’

‘But she was quite happy to perform for all his mates afterwards, wasn’t she?’

‘So you had a go at her about that?’

Liz lowered her gaze and stared at the drink in her hands. ‘Yes,’ she said quietly.

‘But she didn’t perform for Hugh’s mates, did she? He never even told her he was filming her in the first place, never mind that he was going to show them the results. And if you hadn’t got angry and had a go at her about it she never would have known, would she?’

‘Oh, come off it.’ Liz was defiant again. ‘Of course she would, in a place this size. Everybody else knows, and I haven’t told them, so what makes you think she wouldn’t have found out sooner or later? Sooner probably, when Hugh’s mates all tried to shag her first chance they got.’ She gulped down her drink in one. ‘And anyway, she must have liked it.’

‘Liked what?’

‘Performing on camera.’

‘And how do you work that out?’

‘Well, she’s made it her profession.’ With cruel delight on her face, Liz opened her shoulder bag and removed a copy of a glossy magazine intended for the male market. ‘Shop assistants always think you’re buying it for a boyfriend who hasn’t got the balls to get it himself,’ she explained slyly, and opened it to a page where two blonde girls, naked except for stockings and suspenders, fingered each other with coy elegance. One of them, unmistakably, was Sophie.

‘Bitch!’ hissed Liz.