RETURN OF THE GOLDEN GOOSE

by Some Sort of Dog
 
 
 
 
 

Chapter 5:- Slut


 
 
  "And your name, Miss ...?"
"Danby, same as mine," Rick snapped. "We're married. We were in the bridal suite."
"I'm fully aware of that, sir, but I asked the young lady, if you don't mind. Now, Miss ..."
"Mrs. My husband just told you, we're married. Kay Danby. Occupation: model."
"Ah," said the policeman, as if that explained everything. "Model, eh?" He had heard about models.
"What sort of model?" the policewoman asked, breaking her silence for the first time. She was staring at Kay's chest as if she expected her to explode and dispense multi-coloured paper streamers.
"Just a model. A nude model. Not fashion."
"No, I can see that."
"And what's that supposed to mean?"
Things could easily have turned ugly. The two women glowered at each other.
"And you, sir?" The policeman formally took over the enquiries. "What do you do, when you're not acting in a Manner Likely to Cause a Breach of the Peace?"
"I sell foundation garments. Brassieres."
"You travel in ladies' underwear, sir?" The policeman could hardly believe his luck. His entire career had been leading up to this moment. Even the policewoman could be seen to cringe. "And do you often bring your work home?" He broke off as another visitor came into the interview room.
Since the Danby's had been arrested and brought to the police station, the interview room had become the most popular room in the building. A steady stream of uninvited guests wandered in on the flimsiest of pretexts. People brought cups of tea, took orders for sandwiches, fetched clipboards, notebooks and pencils, tape recorders, spare tape cassettes and more cups of tea. The latest visitor was a detective inspector who wanted to borrow a cup of sugar.
"I'll take your blankets if you've finished with them," the inspector said. He tucked the two blankets under his arm and left shaking his head, after a last disbelieving glance at Kay. The blankets had been provided by the police when Kay and Rick were escorted from the hotel.
"What are these for?" Kay had asked.
"You put them over your heads so you can't be recognised."
"Oh, yeah?" Kay said.
 
 
  "Hey, Donna, look at these tits on the telly!" Lynda shrieked excitedly through a mouthful of double chocolate chip cookie.
"What? Tits?" Donna came in from the kitchen. "Hang on! That's Kay! What's going on?"
"I think he said they've been arrested for flashing. This is just the headlines. It will be on again in a minute. Who was the bloke with her?"
"That's her husband. Rick. Mrs Danby's his Mum." They watched in impatient silence as news item followed news item. At last, the news reader said, "... and finally, at a high class hotel in Brighton today, a honeymoon couple have been released on bail after their arrest for standing naked on a balcony ..."
"Jesus!"
"Christ!"
"Kay Danby, described as a 20-year-old figure model, was spotted waving from the hotel balcony by a group of building workers in a van. Within minutes, a crowd of more than two hundred had gathered ..."
The story was accompanied by a shaky hand-held video recording taken from ground level. Kay's face was not visible as she hung over the balcony, but it was clearly her. It could hardly be anyone else.
"... and the couple were later released and taken away by a representative of their employer."
"That's Maggie!" Donna yelled.
"And Geoff!" shouted Lynda.
"Bloody hell."
They sat silent, staring at each other.
"What will they do to her?" Lynda asked at last. "Will she go to jail?"
"Dunno. Probably. I wonder what Mr Cunis will say."
"Have you met him?"
"Yeah. He's all right. You'd have liked him, if you'd still been ... well, you'd have liked him." Lynda was quiet. "Why was Geoff with Maggie? He's nothing to do with HUMUNGOUS!, is he?"
"Yeah, strange, that." Donna thought for a moment, then giggled. "He must be knocking Maggie off!"
"Maggie? And Geoff!" Lynda dropped her cookie and rolled about on the settee. "Can you imagine those two doing it?"
"I can't imagine Maggie doing it. Not with a bloke."
"I can't imagine Geoff doing it at all. He never made it with me."
 
 
  "Where can we drop you off, you two?" Maggie glanced at Kay and Rick in the interior mirror.
"Home, I suppose," Rick shrugged. "We can't go anywhere else."
Maggie nodded grimly and took the next slip road, darting off down the road toward Kay's flat at unabated speed. Beside her, Geoff was quietly creaming his pants, just watching her small feminine hands on the wheel.
"It's nice to see you again, Geoffrey," said Kay. "It was quite a surprise. A nice surprise, of course!"
"I only came along for the ride," Geoff admitted, and Maggie bit her lip, trying not to laugh.
"Here we are," Maggie said, pulling in to the parking space outside Kay's place. "I suppose the police will be in touch tomorrow. You'd better give me a call first thing. On second thoughts," she said after a moment, "make it ten o' clock."
"Right, will do." Rick got out, and retrieved their suitcases - meticulously packed by the five star hotel staff - from the luggage compartment. "Mags, thanks. For everything!"
"Won't you come in for a coffee?" Kay said.
"No, thanks. We must be off. Lots to do."
Kay paused with her hand on the door. "Okay. Thank you so much, Maggie. You've been wonderful. I'm so sorry about all this mess."
"These things happen." Maggie revved the engine a couple of times.
"We'll let you get away, then. Good night. Enjoy your ride, you two."
 
 
  "Well, fancy that!"
Rick threw the cases down on the bed. "Fancy what?"
"Maggie and Geoff. Who'd have thought it. Those two."
"What do you mean, those two? What about them?"
"They will be in bed by now. You mean you didn't guess? You could practically smell them. Those two are what you might call an item."
" Maggie and young Geoff? Oh, come on, darling!"
 
 
  "God, this bra's so tight! It's my brand new one, too! Help me with the hooks, sweet!"
Geoff did as he was told, then tore off his underpants. The rest of his clothes were scattered between the front door and the bedroom. Some of Maggie's clothes had never even made it into the house. Her shoes were still in the car. Her blouse was on the path outside.
She grabbed Geoff round the neck and dragged him on top of her on the bed. There was no need for her to lend a hand to help Geoff to enter her. He slid in without even touching the sides.
He had overcome his other problem, as well. This time, he lasted almost ten minutes. The first time, at least.
 
 
  The last time, Geoff had lasted an hour and a half. It was almost half past ten the next morning when Maggie dropped Geoff off at the studio and headed for the HUMUNGOUS! office. At least, Wilma had a meeting and wasn't going to be in until the afternoon. Maggie sagged into her chair and scanned the pile of faxes and scribbled messages. She felt absolutely fucked. Literally. The phone trilled.
"Maggie? It's Kay. I've been calling you all morning."
"Yeah, sorry. I got held up in the traffic."
"Oh, right. How's Geoff?"
"Geoff?" Maggie felt a flush creeping up her face into the roots of her hair. "Oh, I mean, he's fine. I suppose."
"It's all right, Mags. I'm happy for you. And Geoff's a very nice boy. When's Charlotte coming back?"
"Today. Tonight. I suppose she'll drop in tomorrow some time."
"Right. You'd better make the most of today and tonight, then. Anyway, enough of the idle banter, about this bail ..."
 
 
  "Hi, Mags! Any news?"
"Oh, hi, Chief."
Wilma looked more closely at her assistant and grinned to herself. "Geoff all right?"
"Geoff? Oh, yes. He's fine." Is it as obvious as that, she reflected ruefully.
"When's Charlotte back?"
Was Wilma reading her mind? "Tonight. I s'pose we'll see her tomorrow."
"The breast-feeding layout looked excellent. BJ was wondering when she's going to do another layout. He said Charlotte's got to keep us going until Donna is old enough. He's right, of course. We're a girl short, really. Kay will be out of it for a while ..."
"You heard about Kay?" Maggie blurted without thinking.
"Don't tell me she's preggers as well! That would be enough to send BJ into a spin."
"No, she's not pregnant. At least, she didn't mention it yesterday. So you didn't see the news last night? Obviously not." Maggie felt the moment closing in like doom.
"News? On television? Kay was on the news, you mean?" Wilma looked serious. "Nothing's happened to her, has it?"
There was nothing else for it. "She was arrested on honeymoon. They had a few too many glasses of champers and our Kay flashed her boobs at the crowd in the street."
"She walked down the street, flashing? Kay did that?"
"No, she dangled them over the balcony outside their bedroom. About two hundred people arrived: cameras, the police. They arrested them, of course. We had to ... I had to go down there to Brighton and bail her out. They're at home now."
Wilma held her head in her hands. "Oh, my God! Kay, of all people. BJ will go absolutely spare!"
"It surprised me, too. It was so uncharacteristic of her. And on the news, when we picked her up in the car, she was waving to the crowd and practically flashing her tits all over again. Marriage seems to have done something for her. We recorded the late news last night." Maggie dug into her bag and came up holding a tape cassette.
"Shove it on the machine, let's have a look at it. At least I'll know what I'm up against when I have to explain everything to BJ."
Maggie had switched on the video and the television. The familiar logo and the face of the newsreader appeared on the screen, with the strange sense of déjà vu that always occurs when you see yesterday's news over again. The longer late news show had much more time available, and there seemed to be very little else of moment in the news. There were wobbly handheld amateur video shots, zooming in and out, showing Kay on the balcony. It took the cameraman a while to gather his wits and focus on the figure, but suddenly, Kay leapt into startling clarity, shaking her breasts over the balcony wall. Her nipples were clearly erect and her face was aroused, her mouth open, her eyes half closed.
A champagne bottle appeared in Kay's hands: she shook it up and sent a spray down toward the camera, a sparkling spray of droplets tumbling into the lens.
"What a waste of perfectly good champers," said Wilma shakily. Then she was silent as the scene changed to Kay leaving the hotel, followed by Rick. Kay had a blanket over her head. Apart from the blanket, she was possibly wearing panties, although it was not easy to be sure.
Finally, a jerky camera, jostling in a crowded police station yard, showed Kay emerging from the building, clinging to her husband's arm.
"Where did she get that shirt?" Wilma exclaimed in horror.
"It was one of mine," said Maggie. "Luckily, I had one in the car."
On the screen, Kay and Rick paused at the back door of Maggie's BMW, watched by Maggie herself and a startled Geoff. Kay thrust out her chest and gave a final wave to the cameras. Cheers rang out as she smiled broadly, before being stuffed into the car by Rick. She was still waving through the window in the final shot, as the car accelerated away up the main road, followed by intrepid cameramen aiming their flashes into the car's interior.
"It didn't fit her very well, did it?"
"It wouldn't, would it, Chief! I know I'm still getting bigger, but our Kay's still about twenty cup sizes bigger than me."
Wilma sat and stared at Maggie as the pictures flickered on, showing an uninspired guess at today's weather.
Suddenly, the editor burst out laughing. "The little minx! We took a perfectly normal and respectable office girl who just happened to have huge tits. We've turned her into a raving slut! You've got to laugh, Mags."
It was difficult enough to see the funny side, but Maggie couldn't sit straight-faced while her chief was splitting her sides like this. She grinned despite herself.
"Come on, Mags. Your face won't fall in half if you laugh. What have we done to that poor girl? Let's do something about this!" She reached for the phone.
"Are you going to get it hushed up, Chief?"
"Hushed up? You've got to be joking, love. This is news, Margaret. We're going to get Kay in every paper in the civilised world!"
 
 
  end Chapter 5