CHAPTER EIGHTEEN - Return to Lancashire

Two days later … Monday 3rd April …

6:00 am

Monday morning arrived, and as dawn broke over Littlesea Bay, Tracy and Wendy were awake and eager to make an early start. Their destination being the county of Lancashire in the north west of England.
They had a new car in which to get there. Well not exactly new, it was a Ford Escort, and it was four years old, but it was in good condition, and the engine ran smoothly. Sunday apparently was the best day to go hunting for second hand cars, and as a result they found no problem in finalising a deal and arranging insurance. They also had a reasonable amount of ready cash available - once again the cash meters had been quite co-operative. Sunday, as it turned out, had been a very hectic day indeed, and the four girls had been busy on many fronts. But by the end of the day they had formulated a plan, gathered together everything they needed, and everyone knew exactly what was expected of them.
Each girl had been assigned a task. Tracy and Wendy were to travel north, meet up with Sam, and attempt to get themselves established as seasoned BDSM enthusiasts. In the meantime, Davina was going to do a bit of work herself. She was off to London. Her excuse to her husband being that she was going to spend a few days with her old school friend, Sylvia Sparelli. Which was basically true, she was. A quick telephone call had established that Sylvia was only too glad of her company. However, whilst there, Davina's task was to seek out some sort of accommodation for Tracy and Wendy, somewhere close to the Dom Domingo Club. They were prepared to take out six month's rent on a suitable place if necessary. They had considered stopping at an hotel, but decided against it in the end. The girls needed a certain amount of credibility, and it was concluded that an address with a permanent local residence would sound more believable in their quest for BDSM membership.
As for Georgina, she was to act as co-ordinator. All contact was to go through her, and she was also to keep a watchful eye on events in London. It was always possible that the police would find the person they were looking for, and solve the mystery of Gayle Jackson's disappearance before the girls did. But if not, there was also the possibility that a few small clues could fall their way that may prove invaluable to their own on-going parallel investigation.
Undeterred in the knowledge that the police may beat them to the solution,  the two girls set off on a bright but crispy morning in April. It was spring now, but the nights could still be cold. At precisely six o'clock in the morning, Tracy drove the short distance up the hill to Wendy's home and waited in the car outside the front gate to her cottage. She refrained from blowing the horn in order not to wake any neighbours. Instead she waited patiently. It was not long before Wendy emerged complete with a large suitcase. Rather than open up the boot, she dumped it across the back seat and jumped into the car.
Wendy looked back up the garden path to her cottage. Her mother was standing in the open doorway wearing a night gown and with curlers in her hair. She gave a little wave as the car moved off.
Wendy smiled and waved back through the window of the car.
"Mother still thinks I'm a kid," bemoaned Wendy through gritted teeth as she continued to smile and wave.
As far as Wendy was concerned, she was eighteen now and beyond any parental responsibility. But that did not stop her mother worrying about her.
"Don't worry about it Wendy, mine's just the same, and I'm coming twenty-two in a few month's time," said Tracy trying to console her.
Soon Wendy's cottage was behind them and the front door out of sight.  As the car reached the brow of the hill, both Tracy and Wendy breathed a sigh of relief. They were free agents now, to do whatever they liked without any parental control or influence. Both wanted to shout with glee, and bounce up and down in their seats, but they refrained.
"How long before we get there?" asked Wendy as they descended the steep hill and made their way down to the sand dunes and the long sweeping bay below.
"If we take it steady, make two or three stops at the services, then I reckon we'll be there sometime between four and five o'clock in the afternoon," said Tracy after doing a little bit of mental arithmetic.
"And Sam will be waiting for us?" asked Wendy.
Tracy nodded her head.
"Oh yes, Sam will be there all right… I'll even go as far as to bet that she'll be waiting on the doorstep for us with open arms," she said.
Wendy turned pensive, settled down in the passenger seat, and said no more. Her one great fear was that Sam would steal Tracy from her. She just hoped that it would not turn out like that. She adored Tracy's company far too much to just let it slip away without a fight. Her wanton body cried out for those odd fleeting moments, grabbed whenever the opportunity arose, when she could snuggle up into Tracy's arms as they lay naked in bed together. She loved the feel and touch of Tracy's warm body pressed close to hers; the lips and darting tongue that engulfed and tantalised her hardened nipples; and the playful fingers that teased her excited clitoris and probed deep into her sodden virgina. She sighed inwardly. The thought of losing Tracy was unthinkable. She was determined that it would not be allowed to happen. Tracy was hers, and she would not know what to do with herself if such an awful event arose.
As they reached the bottom of the hill, the first signs of sunlight began to creep over the dunes. Across the bay a bright red sun was beginning to rise and cast the first early morning shadows over the houses and shops of Littlesea away in the distance. Tracy was thinking that today was going to be a glorious day. Wendy however was wondering if the day would turn out to be a complete and utter disaster.

11:00 am

As Tracy and Wendy headed north, Davina was busy doing her own thing. She too had made an early start, setting out from Littlesea not long after the girls' departure. The only difference being her destination, she was off to London and not the north west.
Davina drove all the way without a break, and only came to a halt when she was within half a mile of the university attended by the missing student, Gayle Jackson. Here she found a small car park and a row of shops. From a newsagent she purchased a pile of local property papers, then went into a small café next door. Over a mug of coffee and a bacon sandwich, she set about identifying all the vacant bed-sits in the area. She found about half a dozen suitable properties, and she ringed each advert in turn.
One advert in particular did look extremely promising. It was for a second floor self-contained flat. It was fully furnished, had two bedrooms, bathroom, lounge, kitchen and parking space for two cars. It also referred to commanding views overlooking one of the nicest parks in north London. But more importantly, it was available for immediate possession. Davina considered this to be her first choice. It had everything they wanted, and she hoped that she was not too late.
On finishing her breakfast, Davina took out from her handbag her A-to-Z of London and located the park in question. She then found the road in the advert and quickly worked out her route. It seemed easy enough to get to, but all the same she marked the page and kept the book handy. She had been caught out far too often trying to negotiate the back streets of London. There were far too many one-way streets, and it was all too easy to get completely lost.
However, as it turned out, Davina had no such problems. Soon she was driving down a wide and pleasant side street, edged by trees, cast-iron park railings on one side, and a row of Victorian terrace houses on the other. She followed the numbers on the houses and came to halt outside the property in question. She was looking for No. 14, North Park Avenue.
The small frontage of the house had been laid with tarmac, giving the parking spaces mentioned in the advert, but other than that, there was nothing to make this dwelling any different from all the others in the row. However, Davina did not park here, but opted for staying in the street outside. With the property newspaper containing the advert in one hand, she made her way to the front door, and rang the bell.
An grey-haired elderly lady answered. This was not unexpected. A lot of this type of property seemed to be owned by an ageing couple. The house would be theirs and paid for. It would also be proving too big for them, and an ideal compromise was to take in lodgers. It helped supplement their pension, and also kept the rest of the house lived in.
The old lady smiled.
"Yes," she said, "what can I do for you?"
"Good morning," Davina greeted her, then holding up the newspaper, said: "I've come about your advert for a flat… Is it still available?"
The elderly woman nodded her head.
"Yes, it's still available. We've had a few callers, but no-one's taken it yet," she answered.
Davina smiled. She did not expect it to be this easy. There had to be a catch somewhere.
"Well I'm very interested in taking it," said Davina. "Is it possible I can have a look around?"
The woman nodded her head once more and opened the door wide.
"Please come in, and I'll show you the rooms," she said.
Davina entered the hallway and was led up the stairs.
"My husband and I only live on the ground floor now. He suffers from arthritis, and can't get up and down very easily nowadays," explained the woman as they scaled the stairs.
She too appeared to be having a bit of trouble, and Davina climbed on slowly behind her.
At the top, Davina was shown around the rooms. There were indeed two bedrooms - though one was probably a little small - a sizeable lounge, a kitchen and a bathroom. At the lounge window Davina stopped and looked outside. In front of her stood the wide open spaces of the park. She could see the trees, bushes, pathways and open spaces, and it all looked very lovely. It would most certainly suit their purposes admirably.
Davina decided to make the woman an offer and finalise a deal straightaway. She did not know exactly where the Dom Domingo club was in relationship to this place, but she was aware that, according to the police statement, it was no more than fifteen minutes walk away from the park. So a place in this neighbourhood would do very nicely indeed.
"A young married couple were living here until a few weeks ago," explained the old lady, "but they finally managed to afford a place of their own and moved out… I was sorry to see them go… they were a lovely couple… and they did all the shopping for me."
Davina wondered if that was a hint, but for the time being she said nothing. Instead the four girls had worked out a story of their own, something they hoped sounded plausible. Davina was to pose as Tracy's and Wendy's aunt, and seeing that the two girls looked very different, they were to be cousins and not sisters. Davina would be looking for accommodation for them in the area so that they could move to London and work for her in an agency that she ran, and she was to be no more specific than that.
They had considered other alternative tales, like Tracy and Wendy attending the local university. But this was considered too risky, since one of the girls they needed to interview came from there and would most probably start asking awkward questions about which subjects they were taking? - and who were their lecturers? - So the Aunt Davina and her agency tale seemed the most plausible excuse to use.
"The flats not for me," explained Davina, "I'm looking for a place to stay for two nieces of mine… They're up in Lancashire at the moment… but I want them down here as soon as possible… they're going to be working with me for a few months… hopefully right up till the end of July… and what I'm looking for is basically a short term stay until then."
The look on the woman's face did not alter very much as she absorbed the news. Davina guessed that she was probably hoping for something a little more long term.
"To the end of July?" she queried as if still not certain.
Davina decided to go for it, and offer all the money up front.
"I can pay you now for everything, and right up until the end of July," said Davina, "and my two nieces can be here by tomorrow evening."
The elderly woman looked a little more pleased at the news. She mentally counted the months. It was the beginning of April now, by the end of July it would be four months, and four month's rent, paid up front, sounded rather attractive.
"You'll pay me four month's rent, now?" she asked, as if not quite sure whether she had heard correctly.
"Yes, I'll give you four month's rent now… and, like I say, my two nieces can be here by tomorrow and hopefully start settling in," repeated Davina.
The lady nodded her head as if in agreement, but did not accept straightaway.
"I'll need to have a talk with my husband about this first. But I'm sure it will be all right," she answered thoughtfully.
Davina was wondering what the grey-haired old lady was stalling for. She thought that she knew.
"And I'll tell my nieces that they must do all your shopping for you… They're two big and strong girls, they've got a car, and I'm sure they won't mind," she said.
On hearing the additional offer, the look on the old lady's face turned quickly to a smile.
"Then I'm sure my husband will accept," she replied.
Davina returned the smile.
She had achieved the deal they wanted. Now it was up to Tracy and Wendy to do the rest.

12:00 noon

At the first telephone booth available, Davina stopped the car and got out. She dialled Georgina's home. Luckily Georgina was not on duty today and was free to take calls.
The phone did not ring very long.
"Hello, Georgina Watkinson speaking," she answered.
"Georgina, it's me Davina, I've got the girls a flat," she told her.
"Great!" exclaimed Georgina, "Where is it?"
"It's right next to the park… It's number fourteen, North Park Avenue, and I've got the place right up until the end of July like we talked about," said Davina.
"Great!" exclaimed Georgina once more. "Right, I've got a pad and pen handy, so give me the details."
Davina gave Georgina the rest of the address and telephone number, and she wrote down all the details.
"And the woman's name is Mrs. Ethel Covington. She's got to be well into her eighties, and I've also agreed that Tracy and Wendy would do their shopping for her. It was what was needed to finalise the deal I'm afraid," explained Davina.
Georgina chuckled on the other end of the line.
"I wonder what'll be worst for them?… being tied up, or doing the shopping?" she remarked.
Davina had a little laugh too.
"Anyway, I'm heading to my friend Sylvia's place now… and I'll call you this evening after the girls have reported in," said Davina.
"That's fine Davina, and well done," thanked Georgina. "I'll let the girl's know as soon as they report in."
"Right, I'll speak to you tonight then Georgina," said Davina signing off.
Next stop for Davina was her friend's apartment in Chelsea. She wondered if Sylvia had anything to add about the missing girl, Gayle Jackson. But if not, then at least things were beginning to move. Tracy and Wendy would be back in the area tomorrow, and hopefully their investigations would soon start to show results.

 3:00 pm

Tracy and Wendy made what they considered to be their last motorway services stop. They were on the Lancashire border now, and probably less than an hour's drive away from their ultimate destination.
As they walked out of the services, it was time to contact base and inform Georgina of their position. They found an empty phone booth and entered. Tracy then dialled Georgina's home number and waited.
"Hello, Georgina Watkinson speaking," came the reply.
"Georgina, it's me, Tracy," she said.
"Hello Tracy,… great to hear from you," replied Georgina, then asked: "Where are you now?"
"We're at the last services… We're about an hour away from getting there I suppose," answered Tracy.
"Great!" answered Georgina, then added: "Now listen… Davina's got you some place to stay… it's overlooking the park… so it should be easy enough to find… can you write this down?"
Tracy took out her little notebook and a pen from her handbag.
"Go ahead Georgina," she replied once she was ready.
Georgina gave her all the details, including the phone number of the place, and Tracy wrote everything down.
"Got all that?" asked Georgina when she was finished.
"Yes, I've got all that," affirmed Tracy. "Davina did a grand job for us this morning."
On the other end of the line, Georgina smiled. She had a little more information to tell them.
"Davina also agreed something else with the landlady this morning," she informed her.
Tracy's face took on a puzzled look.
"What's that then Georgina?" she asked.
"You've got to do the landlady's shopping for her… Her husband's house-bound, and she can hardly get around herself.. so you're lumbered I'm afraid," said Georgina, and sounding like she was enjoying herself telling Tracy all about it.
Tracy had to smile too.
"Well I guess it's all part of the cover," she said. "I just hope she doesn't want it done when we're right in the middle of something exciting."
"Like being tied up or wearing handcuffs?" queried Georgina with another little chuckle.
Tracy laughed.
"It would make shopping difficult wouldn't it… Can you imaging walking around the supermarket, stark naked and wearing handcuffs?… I think we'd get arrested," she said.
Georgina had another little laugh.
"Anyway Tracy, I'll let you get on your way now," she said, "and the best of luck tonight with Sam at the Coach and Horses… bye…"
"Thanks Georgina… we'll need it… bye," said Tracy and putting down the telephone.
Tracy turned to Wendy cramped up beside her in the small booth.
"Well, that's it Wendy, we've got ourselves someplace to stay in London," she said.
Wendy pulled a puzzled face. She had only been able to listen to Tracy's part of the conversation.
"What was all that about being stark naked and going about a supermarket wearing handcuffs?" she asked.
Tracy laughed.
"Don't worry Wendy," she told her, "I don't think it will ever come to that… at least I hope not!"
Wendy was still wearing a frown.
"Oh I do hope not!" she said as they stepped out of the phone booth.
Tracy selected the car keys from out of her handbag and they set off for the car park.
"Next stop Sam's then," said Tracy as they neared their car.
Wendy remained pensive. She was wondering whether she would be up to the task. She had never had sex with anyone other than Tracy before, and she remained a little apprehensive about it all.

4:00 pm

Tracy pulled into the car park of the Coach and Horses, and, just as predicted, Sam was waiting there for them. She was stood in the doorway that opened out onto the car park, and she waved as soon as she recognised the occupants of the car.
At this time of day the car park was near enough deserted, and Tracy pulled up in a spot almost facing to the door. She got out and smiled. Sam walked up to her, and the two girls embraced.
"It's so nice to see you again Tracy," said Sam after pecking Tracy lightly on the cheek.
Sam looked very much like Tracy remembered her. With shaven head, a good number of pierced earrings, a stud in her nose, and a strong muscular physique that included arms bearing a number of tattoos.
"You're looking just fine Sam," said Tracy.
It was Sam's turn to weigh Tracy up, and there was one immediate difference. Tracy's shaven head now looked very similar to that of her own.
"You've had you hair cut!" she remarked, then added: "It suits you quite well Tracy."
Tracy nodded her head. She took it as a complement. The first thing she had done after returning from Lancashire on her previous visit, was to shave her head and model herself on Sam.
"I'm glad you like it Sam," she said, "I like it better this way."
Sam smiled then turned towards the one passenger in the car. Wendy was getting out on the other side.
"This is Wendy… she's my cousin," said Tracy as Wendy came around the car to meet them.
It had been agreed that anyone they spoke to would know them as cousins from now on. It was all part of their elaborate cover and hopefully would work in their favour.
Sam gave Wendy a big hug and kissed her on the cheek. The fact that they she had been announced as Tracy's cousin appearing to invoke little reaction.
"And I'm pleased to meet you too Wendy," said Sam.
Wendy nodded her head.
"And you too Sam," she replied a little nervously.
Sam looked to the car. She could see a large case across the back seat.
"Well, why don't you two get your things out of the car and I'll show you to your room," said Sam. "I've got the same one ready as you were in last time, so you should feel at home and comfortable straightaway."
The girls collected their cases and followed Sam into the public house.
Wendy trailed on last, and still wondering what she had let herself in for.

7:00 pm

Sam had arranged for her part-time bar staff to come in and look after the pub for the evening. Something she usually did on busy weekends and at holiday times, but rarely during the week. Mondays in particular was a bad day for trade. A day when usually you could count the number of customers on one hand, and the only noise you would hear would be the rattle of dominoes away in the far corner. But today she was prepared to forego the low takings and lose out on bar staff wages, because today was promising to be something special. Tracy had returned, this time with her cousin Wendy, and Sam was determined to make the most of it.
The last time Tracy had called at the Coach and Horses - sometime back in early January, and along with Davina on that occasion - Sam had been caught by surprise and had nothing organised, and, as a result, she had been unable to get to their bedroom until way after midnight. On this occasion therefore she had everything better planned. She was adamant that she should not to be caught out again.
As Tracy and Wendy descended the stairs from the bedrooms above, Sam was waiting for them at the bottom. They had agreed to meet up in the bar at seven o'clock. They were going out for a meal. Sam was treating them, and even though the Coach and Horses did first-class meals of their own, tonight the dining room was closed. They were going down the road to an excellent Chinese restaurant just for a change.
"Ready then?" asked Sam as the last girl stepped off the bottom stair.
Tracy and Wendy had their coats on and were ready to go out. They had been warned beforehand that they were going out for meal somewhere, and that Sam was paying.
"We're ready whenever you are Sam," replied Tracy.
Sam smiled. She was all dressed up too, and for a change looked very feminine. The jeans, T-shirt and trainers image had gone. Instead she was wearing a short skirt and high heels on her feet.
"Follow me then girls," she said, and headed for the door.
The distance was not worth driving. The restaurant was some two-hundred yards down the road and there was not even a side road to cross.
Walking casually they set off across the car park towards the entrance. Here, surprisingly, Sam stopped and indicated across the road, pointing to the old drill-hall building on the corner opposite. Tracy recognised the place. It was from within this building Malcolm Smith had emerged the first time she and Davina had visited Lancashire.
Tracy let Sam explain.
"Remember me telling you about the little bondage club we've got going across the road?" she asked.
Tracy nodded her head.
"I remember you saying something about it Sam," replied Tracy and leaving it at that.
It was difficult to know just what to say. On that occasion Tracy and Davina had been using Sam to provide an alibi. They had Malcolm Smith captured then, and were looking for someone to testify that they had been in Lancashire all the time. Now Tracy felt like she was using Sam again, and she felt a little guilty at not being allowed to let her into their secret once more.
"Well, I've taken over the role of Club Secretary," announced Sam without any prompting.
Tracy tried not to look surprised. This revelation she was not expecting, and for a second or two she stood dumbfounded.
"Really Sam!" was all she could exclaim whilst she tried to collect her thoughts and retract her fallen jaw.
Sam nodded her head, and Tracy, still a little shell-shocked, let her explain.
"The club was previously run by a couple called Nick and Vicky,.. Nick was the official secretary, but Vicky did most of the work," explained Sam, "but Vicky, along with another girl called Katie, got themselves abducted by a lunatic that somehow managed to infiltrate the club… they were taken all the way to someplace in the East Midlands… and he treated them both very badly… Anyway, as a result, Nick and Vicky were forced to step down… Vicky needed a lot of counselling and just could not carry on,… so, a meeting of everyone was called,… and, seeing that no one was willing to step forward, I volunteered to take over… It just seemed much simpler that way… I only live across the road,… and if I can't make it, then they don't have to go very far for the keys."
After gazing at the big old building for a few more seconds, Tracy turned to Sam and smiled. Somehow everything had fallen into place without even asking. A good word from the secretary was all that was needed in order to go to the Dom Domingo Club and gain membership. However, Tracy tried not to sound too enthusiastic at this stage, but she did decide to drop at least a little hint of what was to come.
"That's fantastic Sam… me and Wendy… well, we were also thinking of joining a BDSM club of our own… weren't we Wendy?" said Tracy.
Wendy nodded her head.
"Yes we were Tracy," she answered simply.
It was Sam's turn to looked surprised.
"Where would that be then Tracy?" she asked.
Tracy tried to look casual. She had it in her own mind to wangle all this out of Sam much later in the evening. But now, all of a sudden and totally un-prompted, they were discussing the subject whilst stood on the pavement outside the pub.
"Oh, just a little club in London… me and Wendy have some digs there and the club is just down the road… we thought we'd just pop along and see if they would have us," she told her.
Sam look thoughtful.
"Well Tracy, if there's anything you'd like me to do for you, then just let me know. I'm sure I can give you a good reference," answered Sam.
Tracy tried hard to contain her excitement.
"Would you really Sam?.. that would be so nice," she said.
Sam turned to head off down the road. Having that meal and getting back being her most important priority.
"No problem Tracy… I'll give you something to go back with,.. I've got some blank membership cards somewhere, I'll fill them in and give you a couple of those," she said, then walking away, she added: "Come on girls, let's have that Chinky I promised you… I'm getting hungry."
Walking a step behind the fast pacing Sam, Tracy looked to Wendy. She smiled and winked.
Wendy returned the smile and gave a little wink of her own.
She too could not believe their luck.

10:00 pm

Feeling a little bloated from their evening meal, and perhaps a little tipsy after getting through two bottles of good wine between the three of them, Tracy and Wendy returned to their bedroom and waited. Immediately on their return Sam had headed off to give the bar staff instructions to stop serving drinks dead on eleven o'clock, then lock up everything and go home.
Waiting for Sam to turn up in the bedroom, Wendy remained naturally nervous and Tracy tried to keep her calm, telling her everything would all work out fine.
"What do we do then?" asked Wendy as she removed her coat and hung it up in a wardrobe.
"If it's going to be anything like last time," Tracy told her, "Sam will turn up in the room with her nightie on. So I guess we ought to be ready for her this time and do the same thing."
"What?… Get our own nighties on?" asked Wendy.
Tracy nodded her head. She was already opening up her own case on the bed. Before packing it was agreed that both would bring with them their sexiest night attire, and the time had come to get into everything.
"Come on Wendy, let's get ready and have our nighties on for when Sam arrives," said Tracy.
Tracy held up a short, see-through top that fastened with a bow, and a very skimpy pair of panties. Both were in a pale pink.
"I'm going to wear these tonight," she said.
Wendy looked at what Tracy was offering, then pulled out her own night attire from her case.
"Snap!" she said.
Wendy's nightie was in the same colour, and looked practically the same.
Tracy had a little chuckle.
"I thought we were meant to be posing as cousins, not twins!" she remarked.
Wendy had a laugh too. The moment's frivolity helping to calm the nerves just a little bit.

10:15 pm

Some fifteen minutes later, there came a knock on the door. The girls were sat on the bed waiting, and with their nighties on.
"Come on in Sam," shouted Tracy.
Sam entered and smiled at the two girls seated on the bed. She was, as expected, dressed in her own sexy see-through nightie, and possibly the same outfit she wore last time. It was short and made of black lace. A matching pair of black-lace panties also showed beneath the hem. The same nightie or not, one thing was definitely the same as last time - Sam entered carrying a tray containing a bottle of champagne and three tall flute glasses. She placed the tray down on the surface of the dressing table. She popped the cork without asking and filled the three glasses. She then carried them over to the bed and handed first one to Wendy and then another to Tracy. With the third glass in her own hands she sat down on the edge of the bed next to Tracy.
"Here's to us then," said Sam raising her glass in toast.
Three glasses clinked somewhere over the centre of the bed and they all took a little sip.
There remained a certain air of nervousness between the three girls, or at least between Wendy and Sam. Tracy decided to break the ice and get the action started.
At this stage in the evening, Tracy had expected the bedroom scene to be the start of a softening up session on Sam. Their ultimate aim being to obtain, by whatever means at their disposal, and no matter how devious, a reference from Sam's local BDSM club to take with them back to London. But now, by a great stoke of luck, they had already achieved all that they set out to get without even trying. Sam, whilst chatting over their Chinese meal, had promised to provide them both with membership cards from the 'Bows and Ties' BDSM club. She also agreed to date everything back at least one year to make them look seasoned enthusiasts. Any longer than that would make Wendy only sixteen when she started, and that was considered too suspicious, and possibly questionable.
So now, instead of the anticipated softening up session, it was pay back time. This, in effect, was their big chance to say a special 'thank you' to Sam in return for all that she had done for them.
"Where's the cuffs and dildo then Sam?" asked Tracy. "Did you bring them with you?"
Sam smiled and pointed to a chest of drawers over on the other side of the room.
"They're already here," she informed them. "They're in the bottom drawer over there."
Sam rose up from the bed and crossed the room. She was smiling now. She opened up the bottom drawer and extracted four leather cuffs with short chains attached, plus a large black rubber strap-on dildo. She held up the items for the girls to see.
"Are these what you're looking for?" she asked with a certain glint to her eye.
Tracy nodded her head, and at the same time held out a hand across the bed for Wendy to take comfort from.
"That's them Sam," Tracy replied simply.
Sam returned to the girls and dropped everything down on the bottom of the bed.
Tracy stretched down and collected two of the leather cuffs. She handed one across the bed to Wendy.
Wendy tested the chain, and even passed one of the straps about a wrist without fastening it. The inside of the strap was sheep-skin lined and felt every comfortable. However her reactions stayed muted and she simply looked up, smiled, and handed the cuff back to Tracy. She tried not to show it, but it was obvious that she remained the most nervous of the three.
"What shall we do then Sam?.. Who's going to be first?" asked Tracy.
For a second or two, no one said anything. All looking to one another in turn, and all hoping the first move would come from someone other than themselves. Tracy looked to Sam and then Wendy. Still no one seemed to be volunteering to go first. She decided to take the bull by the horns and be the first to wear the cuffs and chains.
"I'll go first on the bed if you like," said Tracy, then picking up the dildo and handing it to Sam, added: "and you wear the dildo Sam… you know how the damn thing goes on!"
Sam smiled and nodded her consent.
"Okay, that's fine by me," she confirmed.
Secretly this was what Tracy was hoping for. If she was on the bed, and Sam wore the dildo, then it would give Wendy a chance to get into the swing of things more gently.
"Right Sam, let's get our nighties off and get things started then shall we?" suggested Tracy.
Sam did not need telling twice. Quickly she pulled her black-lace nightie up and over her head and dropped it on a chair next to the bed.
Tracy waited for Sam to finish, holding the short chain of one of the cuffs between her hands whilst Sam dropped her panties down her legs and tossed them on the chair to join the previously discarded nightie.
The moment Sam had finished undressing, Tracy stood up from the bed and removed her own skimpy night attire, depositing first her nightie and then her panties on top of Sam's on the chair.
Wendy at this stage remained stood over on the other side of the bed and was content just to observe the goings on. She would remove her own nightie and panties later, but not until it was absolutely necessary.
With the two senior girls standing naked, Tracy climbed on the bed, lay down centrally and spread out her arms and legs.
Sam held a cuff and chain in the air for Wendy to see.
"You do that side Wendy, and I'll do this," she called across the bed.
Wendy was not put out by any of this and collected a cuff and chain from off the bed. Together Sam and Wendy buckled the straps about Tracy's wrists, then attached the chains to the top of the bed. Both women then moved on down the bed to buckle Tracy's ankles to the remaining two cuffs. They then affixed the chains to the corner posts at the bottom of the bed.
When they were done, Sam patted Tracy on the stomach.
"How's that feel?" she asked.
Tracy, with head raised slightly from the bed, observed the four anchorage points that held her there. She eventually smiled. She was chained spread-eagled to a bed, yet enjoying every minute of it.
"That feels fine," she replied and tried to settle herself down on the pillows above her head.
Sam collected the dildo and opened out the strapping arrangement. There was a wide belt that fitted around the waist and a second strap that went down between the legs and up the other side. Quickly she strapped the dildo about her body and immediately she felt the thrill of wearing the contraption. The joy showed in the smile on her face.
Wendy, who was stood over on the other side of the bed, on seeing Sam was ready with the dildo strapped about her body, began to remove her own nightie and panties. She too was beginning to feel the thrill of the occasion. Somehow she just could not help becoming aroused. Seeing Sam standing there naked and wearing the dildo, and with Tracy also naked and strapped to the bed, she could feel herself becoming more and more aroused by the minute. She deposited her night clothes on a chair beside the bed, and, standing naked, she waited.
Tracy gave Wendy some instructions. She probably did not need them, but she got them all the same.
"Wendy, you jump up on the bed and sit astride me at the top," she told her, "but remember to allow Sam enough room down below."
Wendy did as she was told. She climbed up on the bed to sit astride Tracy's waist and facing towards her. Without further instructions, she lent forward and began to gently sway her breasts across Tracy's face. This action came quite naturally to her. She had of course done this many times before, and swaying her nipples backwards and forwards across Tracy's mouth had become quite a habit. From beneath the swinging breasts a tongue came out to wet the ends of each nipple, as each in turn passed to-and-fro about the mouth.
Tracy moaned her approval and closed her eyes. With Wendy blocking her sight of Sam it was impossible to see much anyway. But she was well aware of what was happening. Sam was up on the bed now. Tracy felt a finger touch her clitoris and begin to gently massage the sensitive spot in a small circular motion. With Wendy sitting on top and rubbing her nipples against her face, and with Sam working away down below, she was in ecstasy. She wanted this to go on forever.
After a while Wendy moved further up the bed to sit astride Tracy's face. For a moment her sex smothered Tracy's nose and mouth. Taking her weight on her knees, she adjusted her body so that the tip of the nose pressed hard against her clitoris, and for a while she was content to just gyrate her hips and to take in all the pleasures this contact offered. On sensing Tracy's probing tongue moving and licking the juices from between her splayed legs, she raised up her body slightly so as to allow a more active and darting tongue to lash up and down her crack, then to part her labia lips and finally work its way deep into her dripping wet virgina.
Sam on the other hand, who all this time had been working away behind Wendy's back, now had enough space to settle down between Tracy's legs and work in the dildo. The large black rubber phallus slipped easily into Tracy's wanton virgina, and on entering, Sam began to move her body slowly backwards and forwards.
As the muffled moans issuing from beneath the squatting Wendy intensified, Sam quickened her pace. Finally, as the pumping reached fever pitch, Tracy attained her long and sort after orgasm, and suddenly the room filled with echoes and shouts of sheer joy and pleasure.
"More,… more… faster… faster…" shouted Tracy as she tried to hold the orgasm at a peak and keep it going for as long as possible.
In the end the shouts and groans turned to pants for breath, and Sam withdrew the dildo.
Wendy too raised up her body and moved to one side of Tracy's face, to squat on a pillow alongside her head. She had been close to orgasm herself and was feeling slightly frustrated.
"Thanks… thanks… that was marvellous," said Tracy finally between great intakes of breath.
There was a certain look of pleasure on both Wendy's and Sam's faces too. They had both enjoyed every moment of the love play.
A little later, once all breaths had been recovered, Tracy was released from her bonds. Then, whilst all seated together on the bed, they sipped and enjoyed their glasses of champagne for a while. The bubbles felt refreshing and it seemed like the right thing to do.
"Well girls, who's going to be next on the bed?" asked Tracy eventually, and, by the sound of it, still a little out of breath even after a considerable break.
Wendy looked to Tracy.
"Can I be next on the bed?" she asked.
Tracy knew what Wendy wanted. Sam would have to give up the dildo and it would be her own turn to wear it.
"And my turn with the dildo I guess?" suggested Tracy before any more could be said.
Wendy smiled. Tracy had guessed right. It was what she wanted. She also wanted to bring back that wonderful orgasm that had been so close, but in the end had alluded her.
"If you don't mind," she said.
Tracy smiled back. This seemed the right order to do things in, and hopefully she could get Wendy to strap on the dildo next. If they followed the logical sequence, and they continued to take it in turns, then it would be Sam on the bed next with Wendy wearing the dildo. It all seemed very reasonable to expect, and she hoped that by doing it this way, everything would turn out all right in the end.
"Right Sam,… it's decided then,… it's Wendy's turn on the bed this time,… let's have the cuffs and chains and get going," said Tracy sounding keen, and just to emphasise the point she clapped her hands together loudly.
Once prompted, Wendy lay down on the bed and spread out her arms and legs. Then, with Tracy working down one side, and Sam the other, they cuffed and chained Wendy to the four corners of the bed.
"Comfortable?" asked Tracy once they were done.
Wendy raised up her head from off the pillows and tested in turn the four anchorage points that held her to the bed.
"That's fine," she replied after applying a little rattle to each chain in turn.
Tracy smiled and strapped the waistband of the dildo about her body. She had forgotten just how big and heavy the whole contraption was, and experienced a little trouble affixing the final belt that passed down between her legs. However, Sam was on hand to help and soon all the strappings were in place. But not before a finger had, for a fleeting moment beneath the strap, managed to penetrate her crack and stroke a slow circle around her inner walls.
Tracy invited Sam to climb up on the bed first. Immediately she moved to squat on Wendy's face. But unlike last time, when Wendy sat astride Tracy's head, she elected on this occasion to face the other way and look down upon the spreadeagled body from the top of the bed. With knees astride the pillows and taking her weight, she lent forward and placed her hands upon Wendy's breasts. Slowly she began to tease the nipples and bring them to a hardened point.
In the meantime, Tracy was simply content enough to just sit on the edge of the bed and work her fingers between Wendy's legs. At first she simply teased the clitoris, rubbing it gently in a small, slow circular motion. Afterwards the finger moved to probe her tight little opening and glide around inside.
Beneath Sam's squatting form Tracy could see Wendy's tongue lashing and probing, and tastefully licking away the love juices. For a while she was content just to watch the tongue in motion and retain a slow itching and moving finger within the walls of Wendy's virgina, but after a while it became obvious that this was not enough. Wendy needed more, much more, and between muffled groans and moans, words like 'faster' and 'harder' were discernible.
Tracy took this to be her call for action, and she climbed up on the bed to settle down between Wendy's splayed legs. She knew of the necessity to be gentle and not force things. She was well aware of the situation. The dildo was big, in fact giant-sized, and Wendy had never had anything approaching this magnitude inside her before. Inching forward she positioned the large domed end of the dildo lightly against Wendy's open and inviting slit. She then waited for her to take in the thick rubber shaft of her own accord. Wendy did not need much encouraging. Slowly the dildo entered, sucked in by the tight virginal muscles that surrounded the narrow little slit.
Squatting between Wendy's legs and sitting fairly upright, Tracy started moving the dildo slowly backwards and forwards, in and out of her dripping wet pink little crack. It was obvious, even from the first few strokes, that Wendy was close to a climax.
Tracy looked to Sam. Their faces were no more than a few inches apart. Instinctively they moved together and they kissed, their tongues darting in and out of wide open mouths. Then they embraced, one arm around each other, but all the time Tracy remained working the dildo, Sam continued teasing the nipples with one hand, and Wendy's tongue lashed unabated between the legs.
Everyone was working furiously now, and the pace intensified even more.
Finally the orgasm arrived, and accompanied by great shouts of joy and pleasure from Wendy. This seemed to go on forever, with squeals of 'don't stop' and 'more' issuing from beneath the buttocks of an equally writhing Sam sat astride her face. Tracy obliged by keeping the pumping going as furiously as ever. She would not stop until Wendy begged her to do so.
As for Wendy, this was the greatest multiple orgasm of her life. They just kept rolling in, one massive jolt of pleasure after another. Every part of her body tingled, not one part did it fail to reach. Even her toes curled and the follicles on top of her head rose to greet the experience. It was just so fantastic all she wanted to do was hold it there and never let it go. And so it remained for a good few minutes, rising and falling with the arrival of each new climax.
Several minutes afterwards, and still gasping for breath, all Wendy could say in a whispered and croaking voice was: "Thank you."
Sam climbed off Wendy's face to sit on the side of the bed, and Tracy leant forward to kiss Wendy on the lips.
"I'm glad you liked it," she said afterwards. "Now, do you think you've got enough energy left to do the same thing all over again to Sam?"
Wendy looked into Tracy's eyes and smiled. She nodded.
"Let me get my breath back first," she said.
After a short rest and another glass of champagne each, the session did continue. Sam allowed herself to be strapped down to the bed, Wendy wore the dildo and Tracy sat astride the face. It must be said that this session went equally as well, and Sam was not disappointed. Furthermore, the activity did not end here. The rest of the evening, it must be said, continued in much the same vane. In fact there were many more bouts to follow that evening, with a lot more experimenting and even some unheard of combinations thrown in for good measure.
In the end it can be safely said that all three girls slept soundly in the same bed all night.
As for Wendy, she probably slept the soundest of all. She dreamt of nothing but giant dildos and tightly squeezed nipples for the rest of the night.

End of Chapter Eighteen