RETURN OF THE GOLDEN GOOSE

by Some Sort of Dog
 
 
 
 
 

Chapter 16:- The Lucy Show


 
 
  "Hello!" Rick said in surprise. "Looks like Mum's got a full house."
"God, they're surely not all still here!" Maggie parked the BMW between Donna's battered estate car and the Mercedes. "At least, Geoff and Debs have gone, so we're not still paying for them. But Donna and Lynda...?"
"Lynda?" Kay asked. "She's in disgrace, isn't she? Wasn't she Leigh Delamere?"
"That's right. She's young Donna's friend. Girlfriend, really: they're very close."
"And that Merc is Charlotte's?"
"Yeah. She's probably knackered after posing so late last night. We didn't get on very well. Things were very slow. They probably slowed down even more after I left. After you called. Well, let's hear the good news." Maggie guided Kay in front of her, and Rick brought up the rear. They all came face to face with a crowd of people coming out of the house. Mrs Danby was behind them like a border collie, seeing them off the premises.
"Charlotte, hi!" Kay and Charlotte exchanged 'mwah' kisses. "You're looking ..."
"Huge?"
"I suppose so, yes. Huge. Hi, Donna, Lynnie!"
"Hello, Kay."
"Who are these?"
"They're members of my staff," said Charlotte. "Maxwell you must have met. And this is Jacqui, who looks after the twins, and Lucy, who works in the scullery at the moment, although we may have to get her out of there. She's Maxwell's fiancée, by the way." Jacqui and Lucy were carrying a twin each.
"Oh, your little babies! Ricky, look. Aren't they just sweet? Are you feeding them yourself?"
"It seemed like the right thing to do, yes," Charlotte grinned. "They're hungry again, so we were just heading back to the stately pile. We've been under Mrs Danby's feet long enough."
"And under her sheets," Donna muttered. She was standing very close to Jacqui. Lynda, meanwhile, was very close to Lucy.
"Come and pay us a visit, Kay. You too, of course, Rick. Stay for the weekend. We'll get the best silver out and slaughter a stag or two. I'll give you a call tomorrow. What's your number?"
"We thought we might be staying here for a day or two, actually."
Mrs Danby sighed. "You did? Ah, well! I suppose you are family after all!"
It was like a military operation, tactically loading the two cars. Charlotte and Maxwell got into the Mercedes. The babies were installed in their carry-cot and stowed cosily behind the back seats of Donna's estate car. Jacqui and Lucy climbed into the back. The doors slammed shut. A second later, the doors opened again, and Jacqui joined Donna in the front, while Lynda dived into the back with her good friend, Lucy. They immediately struck up a relationship.
It was amazingly quiet after they had gone.
"That little girl," said Kay wonderingly. "Lucy, was it? Were those her boobs sticking out under that blouse?"
"Don't ask!" Mrs Danby led the way into the house. "I'll have to open all the windows and change the beds. Right, who wants a cup of tea?"
 
 
  "Relax, Mags. It's all over, love. We're ever so grateful to you for coming to our rescue again."
Maggie sat on the floor and leaned back against Kay's knees. "It's getting to be a bit of a habit, I must confess."
Mrs Danby shuffled in with a tray of mugs. "We're nearly out of teabags. I'll have to go to Tesco's tomorrow." She pottered about, plumping up cushions. "Can't you find a chair, Maggie? You don't look comfortable down there."
"I'm all right, Mrs Danby. I'm nicely relaxed." She sipped her mug as Mrs Danby turned the television on and flopped down with an exaggerated sigh.
"I haven't watched the telly for days! Just in time for the news. Ten minutes, anyway." She jumped up again restlessly and scuttled out, coming back with a video cassette, which she shoved into the video machine.
"What's that, Mum?" Rick yawned.
"Dunno. Lucy brought it back from the police station last night." She began a search for the remote control.
"Police station?" Maggie said. She sounded haunted.
"Lucy and Maxwell. They were practically making love in the workroom while we were shooting the pictures, so we sent them out for some sandwiches. It was really quite disturbing. They got arrested and they were there all night. We never did get those sandwiches. Is anyone hungry?" Mrs Danby jumped up again. "I'll make some sarnies."
"Mum, sit down for a minute."
She slumped down in the chair. "Ouch. Ah, I just found the remote control, look." She took aim and zapped the video on, with a lunge like an Olympic fencer.
"But what were they arrested for, Mrs Danby?"
"Well, they weren't both arrested. Maxwell was held for questioning. Lucy spent the night. Charlotte went and got them this morning."
"But what did Maxwell do?"
"Nothing. Oh, rape, or something, but he was innocent, bless 'im!"
"Rape? Rape who...?"
A picture appeared on the screen. A back view appeared of a little girl sitting on a chair, swinging her legs, the way little girls do. She toyed with her pony tail, tossing it round and round. Then round and round the other way. Suddenly, a thought seemed to occur to her and she stood up, still with her back to the camera.
Mrs Danby gasped. "That's Lucy. I recognise that ponytail."
"What's she wearing?"
"Looks like a policeman's jacket." It did indeed have the word 'POLICE' in large reflective letters across the back. She was lost in it, it came down to her knees, and her hands were right up inside the sleeves. "That's how she looked in one of my size forty-eight blouses."
The girl sat down again, swinging her legs. Two men came into the picture. Lucy seemed to know them. The taller one, who she addressed as George, knelt down in front of Lucy and seemed to be offering to give her clothes. She happily refused his offers, but eventually her offered her jeans and a T-shirt. She agreed on the jeans, then stood up and hugged George before taking her jacket off and sticking her tits out.
"Bloody hell," said Kay. "Look at those things! Not you, Rick!"
They watched, transfixed, as Lucy, naked now, sat down again. The audience was singularly impressed with the climax. Mrs Danby was getting hot flushes and had to turn the sound down.
"Goodness me!"
"Heck!"
"Gordon Bennett!"
"Gosh!" Maggie found a hankie and mopped her brow. "I wish she was a few years older. HUMUNGOUS! would snap her up."
"She's twenty," said Mrs Danby. "Older than Charlotte. Although, thinking about it, she acts as if she's only about ten. Anyway, she's Maxwell's fiancée, so she can't be only ten, can she? She's a scullery maid. I made her a bra while she was here. 26-W, if you can believe such a thing! She wanted one with no ends so her nipples could stick out."
"The little slut!" Kay sounded disgusted. "To think Charlotte lets her look after her babies."
Maggie was thoughtful. "I think I'll give Charlotte a call tomorrow. Perhaps young Lucy could earn herself some loose change."
Mrs Danby switched to the news channel. "I'm all behind with the news," she said. "I haven't seen it for ages."
"At least we won't be on it this time, darling!" Rick stroked Kay's shoulder affectionately.
'...and from the North of England, the outbreak of female nudity in public places shows no sign of abating. More in the second half of the news. But first...'
"What was that all about?" Rick sounded faintly apprehensive.
Maggie had come out in a cold sweat.
Kay said, "I don't want to watch this ..."
"Sshhhh! I'm trying to watch the news. You children!"
 
 
  "This is nice!"Geoff relaxed on the settee. Debbie had her head in his lap.
"What's the matter? Don't you have telly at home?"
"Course. But it's nice just watching it with you. Shit, it's the news. Isn't there anything else on?"
"No, leave it for a minute, love. There might be something interesting. I haven't seen the news for days. You lose track of everything, working these long hours."
Geoff stroked her hair, and she stretched like a cat.
"Of course, we don't really have to watch television at all," she purred. "You could carry me into the bedroom and ravish me."
"What, again?"
"Huh! Suit yourself, then." Debbie sniffed. Suddenly she sat bolt upright.
"Ouch! Whaddya do that for?"
"Sorry, you shouldn't have your groin right where I want to put my hand. Look, isn't that...?"
"Who?"
'...and from the North of England, the outbreak of female nudity in public places shows no sign of abating. More in the second half of the news. But first...'
"That bit about female nudity in public places. They had a picture of a woman. It looked like Maggie!"
"Maggie?" Geoff stared at the screen.
"It's gone now. It's on later, after the break. It didn't half look like Maggie. She had no clothes on, but they'd blanked out her rude bits. Geoffrey! Pay attention!"
But Geoff wasn't listening. He was sitting on the edge of the settee, giving his absolute and undivided attention to the news broadcast.
 
 
  Mrs Grummit snorted and went up to her room with a mug of cocoa. Maxwell immediately slumped in the moth-eaten, dog-clawed kitchen armchair and thumbed the remote control to watch the news. It helped him to sleep, and he hadn't had much sleep the night before.
"Shit! Missed half of it." Suddenly, he sat up straight, all thoughts of sleep driven from his head. "Lucy," he shouted. "Lucy! Come in here!"
Lucy flounced into the kitchen. She had taken off her cutaway blouse — it upset Mrs Grummit too much — and her new bra — too tight — and tied her apron round her middle. The bib failed spectacularly to cover more than a third of her breasts. "Whaddya want, lover?" She shimmied across to Maxwell's chair and straddled his lap, looking up into his face with dog-like devotion.
"Not now, I'm watching the telly."
"But you called me. I thought you wanted me." She squirmed round on his lap. "What ya watching, anyway? Not the news. Bor-ing! Let's watch something else." She grabbed the remote control and pressed a number.
"No! I was watching that." Maxwell wrenched the control from her and turned back to the news again.
"I was watching that! Didn't you see? In that play? There was a woman with big boobs. I thought you liked big boobs. They weren't as huge as mine, though."
"Look!" Maxwell pointed at the screen. "That's whatsername!"
"I don't want to watch the news." Lucy ground her bottom into Maxwell's lap, and rubbed her nipples up and down his chest. "Can't we go to bed early, Maxwell? Pwlease?"
"It's Maggie! With no clothes on ...!"
Lucy turned round. "Hers are smaller than mine," she said scornfully, then she looked closer. "That's that Maggie woman. From Mrs Danby's."
"That's what I've been telling you, you dog-brained slag. Now I've missed it. She was on telly without any clothes on. Maggie! I wonder if herself saw it."
"She'll be too busy slurping away at Jacqui's smelly cunt. Come on, Maxwell. You've missed it now. It's half past ten. Let's go to bed and fuck. I want your great big thing inside me."
Not many women in Maxwell's experience could refer to his 'great big thing' while keeping a straight face. Lucy had found the way to his heart. He stood up, picking her tiny body up with him.
"Ow, you're so strong!"
Her giggles rang out all the way down the tiled passageway to Maxwell's cosy little bedroom.
 
 
  "Gosh! What was she doing with no clothes on? Maggie!"
"God knows!" Geoff was still staring at the television, even though it was now switched off.
"Did you sleep with her?"
He blushed at her directness.
"It's all right, you can tell me. There's no need to be embarrassed, after all." Debbie studied her fingernails. "I've slept with her. Not that any of us slept much that night. There were these builders working outside next morning ... I'd better not tell you what they said when we all came out of her place, Maggie, Charlotte and me."
Geoff remembered the builders, all right.
"Was she good at it?" Debbie asked.
"Yes. But not ..."
"Not as good as me, I know. You didn't need to say that. I'm not very good yet. I'm just learning."
"You're fantastic, Debs. Better than ... than anybody."
"I love you."
Geoff gulped and swallowed. Debbie punched his arm. "You're supposed to say something, even if it's only 'so do I'."
"Shall we go to bed?"
"What sort of a man am I getting mixed up with? We only got up half an hour ago."
"But it's half past ten. It's bed time."
"Well, don't let me cheat you out of your beauty sleep, lover!" She stood up, her breasts heavy in her silk dressing gown, tied at the waist. She stood in front of him and toyed with the cord, winding it round her finger and pulling it a little bit at a time. "But first, before your beauty sleep, give me a good seeing-to!"
 
 
  "That was Maggie! Lynda, take your face out of there and watch the telly. Maggie was on the news, with no clothes on. They had that stuff of Kay again, but then there was Maggie standing there, trying to hide behind a bathmat."
"A bathmat?"
"A toilet mat, really. One of those with like a half-moon shape cut out so it fits round the bottom of the toilet. Men always piss on the floor. I don't know why they don't sit down to do it."
"Why was she hiding behind a toilet mat?"
"To stop the camera seeing her tits and her puss, I suppose. Old Maggie's getting quite big up top. I never noticed, but without her clothes on, you could really see them. It shows, it's not just young girls whose tits grow. Ouch!"
"What's up, Don?"
"My boobs feel really full this month."
"I knew you should have had Mrs Danby measure you again while we were there. You were a bit too busy, though, I suppose."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"I suppose I won't be hairy enough for you any more."
"And I suppose my nipples won't be big enough for you, either."
They stuck out their tongues at each other.
 
 
  Mrs Danby made them all a mug of tea. 'For the shock,' as she put it. Maggie was in tears with her face in Kay's bosom. Kay wasn't feeling much better. They had shown the Brighton hotel footage again, as well as some appalling camerawork from an amateur peeping-tom who had captured them on video, coming down from the mountain and surrendering to the police. After that, the sight of Maggie, trying to hide behind a toilet mat, was just the icing on the cake.
"It's the silly season," said Rick. "There's no news happening, so they've seized on something spectacular to boost the ratings. Nobody else will have seen it, Maggie!"
"Only twenty million people. And BJ Cunis. I'll be out on the streets after this. The shame of it. If my old mother saw it, she'll skin me alive." Words failed her.
"Why were you wandering around without a bra on, anyway?" Mrs Danby wanted to know.
"A bra? It wasn't just a bra I wasn't wearing. It was everything!"
"The bra was the bit I noticed. You're really getting to be a very big girl, Mags. Now you know what I always say to you young girls ..."
 
 
  end Chapter 16