RETURN OF THE GOLDEN GOOSE

by Some Sort of Dog
 
 
 
 
 

Chapter 19:- Giving Trigger A Helping Hand


 
 
  "More potatoes, Lynda? We've got plenty."
Donna grinned to herself. Plenty of everything, thanks to Phil the greengrocer. "Lynnie doesn't need any more spuds, Mum, she's fat enough as it is. Just a couple more for me, though." She held out her plate, and jiggled it imploringly. "It's all right, Mum, the extra weight only goes to my chest."
"In that case ..." There was a knock on the front door. It went on and on. "Somebody's impatient!"
"I'll get it, Mrs Fielding. I've finished, anyway." Lynda got up and went out.
"Thanks, Lynnie."
Donna whispered, "she thinks it might be Trigger, her Robbie! If it is, she'll be giving him a b-j on the front step!"
"Donna, not while I'm eating!"
Donna giggled. "I've just realised. Mr Cunis's initials. I'll never be able to think of him the same way again."
The kitchen door opened, and Lynda came in. "We've got a visitor. An unexpected guest." She stood aside, and a face peered round her.
"Hi, Donna!"
"Lucy! How did you...? What are you doing here...?"
Laura stared at Lucy, who was still in the kitchen doorway, half hidden by Lynda. "Lucy? Aren't you the girl from that rude video?"
"That's me!" Lucy pushed past Lynda into the kitchen. "You must be Donna's mum. Your tits are smaller than hers. Still, most people's are, I suppose." She looked around her, and her eyes lit up when she saw the food.
"Are you hungry, Lucy?" Laura sighed. She fetched a plate and started serving a generous helping for the girl who had approached the table as if she hadn't eaten for a week.
"How did you find this place?" Donna asked.
"Lynda gave me the address. So when I ran away from the manor, this was the first place I thought of. I came on the train."
"You ran away? On the train? Looking like that?" Laura looked deeply shocked.
"Like what?" Lucy apparently saw nothing unusual about her appearance.
"Wait a minute." Donna placed a hand on Lucy's shoulder and turned her round. She was already getting stuck into a generous plateful of pie and vegetables. Her need for food was so desperate that she hadn't had time to sit down. "You ran away?"
"Mmm-hmm." Lucy sounded like Lynda with a mouthful of her Robbie. She swallowed half of it and explained. "I got fed up with Mrs Grummit getting on at me the whole time. And I had a bust-up with Maxwell. He was spending all his time in bed with the mistress. I ain't having that, I told him. So I left. I got a lift as far as the station. Free. Well, nearly free. It only cost me a gobble."
"I hope that's not what it sounds like," Laura groaned softly.
"Then you caught the train? Where's your luggage?"
"Got none. I sleep with nothing on anyway, and these are my best clothes. I've only got the one bra that fits, anyway." She picked up her plate and tilted it to shovel the last of her pie into her mouth, then put the plate on the table and belched loudly. "Thanks," she said politely.
"Don't mention it," said Laura. "It sounds as if you enjoyed it, anyway."
"So, can I stay?"
"What?"
"Can I stay here and work for you? I can sleep with Lynnie. We won't make much noise. Not too much, anyway. I can be your scullery maid."
"But we don't have a scullery maid here!"
"Oh, good. So I can do it, then. Hang on..." she wobbled across to the sink and turned on the water. "Won't take a minute." She dragged a chair across to the sink and stood on it, bending over, shrouded in steam, her blouse quickly becoming totally transparent. Within three minutes, all the washing up was done, and a pile of sparkling plates and dishes gleamed on the draining board.
"Wow!" said Lynda. "How about that, then?"
"I'm impressed," Laura admitted.
"I can stay, then!" It was a statement, not a question. Lucy turned round and perched her tiny bottom on the edge of the sink. She seemed to notice the condition of her blouse for the first time. "Shit," she said. "It's a good job my nips aren't puffed up. Look at the state of this blouse!" she unbuttoned it and snatched it out of the waistband of her microskirt in a single practised motion.
"Oh, my God!" Laura's reaction to Lucy's cutaway bra was predictable.
"Do you like it?" The girl thrust her chest out proudly. "26-W! I'm fifty inches now, Maxwell said. Then he went off to bed with the mistress. She's 170. That's inches, not her age. I suppose he just prefers big tits. We're not engaged any more. So I can be a proper lesbian, if Lynnie likes."
"Lucy." Donna explained slowly, as if to a child. In fact, she felt as if she was talking to a child. "Lynda's got a boyfriend. So have I. We're going on a double date tonight. If you were sleeping with Lynda, it might cramp her style."
"Oh, fine. I can come along, too. We'll make it a threesome. Or four. Five. Get your boyfriend to find a boyfriend for me, too. Does your mum let you sleep with your boyfriend?"
"I ... er..."
"No I don't," said Laura. "The very idea!"
"Mum!"
"I could sleep on the floor in here. You could find me a mattress or something. It would be handy for the washing up. I could do your laundry, too. I can unblock washing machines, and drains. I can do ironing. I peel vegetables and skin rabbits. I can gut fish, and make trifle. You won't regret this, ma'am. As long as Donna's boyfriend can find me a boyfriend for me to get engaged to. And fuck, of course. I can do all those other things, but fucking's what I really do best." She paused for breath, snd inspected her nipple, bending it over between thumb and two fingers to look at the end of it, as if she had never seen it before in her life.
"Can you really do all those things?" Lynda was staring at the little scullery maid.
"Of course. And I can clean windows, too. I bet if you added up all it would cost you to get men in to do all those things, it would come to hundreds of pounds. I'll do it all for nothing. Well, nearly nothing. All I want is a man for myself."
"What are you sniggering at, young lady?"
"Nothing, Mother!" Donna readjusted her features. "Actually, I don't know how you can refuse an offer like that. She'd save you so much over a year! How much is a gross box of..."
"That's quite enough. It's too late to send you home tonight, so you can stay. You can sleep on the settee. You're not very tall, so it will be big enough. But no boyfriend and no fucking!" Laura blushed at the word. "Tomorrow, Donna, you will call Charlotte and have her collected."
"Thanks, ma'am, you won't regret your decision. Is the rest of that pie going to waste?"
 
 
  "Ssshhh, Lynnie!" Donna whispered. "It was very good of Adrian to bring another boy along at such short notice."
"Yeah, but look at the little tart!"
They were in the window seat of the John Barleycorn, gazing out over the river, and a perfect sunset. Donna sat in the middle, with Adrian on her left. Lynda sat next to her, and some distance away from her was Stuart, a good-looking lad with thick glasses and a bit of a stammer.
To the left of Adrian was Trigger, with Lucy curled up comfortably on his lap. She wriggled from time to time, and whispered rude things in his ear that made him laugh, a filthy cackle.
"Stuart's much nearer your height, Lyn," Donna hissed in her ear, while smiling at the boy in question.
"The height doesn't worry me. It's not his height I'm interested in."
"Oh, go on! Chat him up. He might be a ball of fire once you get him between the sheets."
"Donna, do you honestly believe that?"
"Of course not."
Well, then. I want my Robbie back, and she's pinched him."
"Jeez, I think she's done a bit more than that," said Donna. "How did she do that in broad daylight?"
"Has she really done it?"
"Look at them. What do you think?"
They both looked at Trigger and Lucy. Lucy was still on his lap, but she had spread her legs and draped them on each side of his hips. She was leaning back with an expression of utter transportation on her face, and her nipples reached skywards. Trigger's expression was reminiscent of a young man with an incredibly large penis, who had just got it caught in a mincing machine. The mincing machine hopped a couple of times experimentally up and down, then plunged downward, waving an arm in the air and yelling "Yee-hah!"
Donna and Lynda winced. "Bloody hell, she's taken the whole lot!"
"I hope she splits in half," said Lynda with feeling.
"Even my mum says she can't do that," exclaimed Donna, then regretted it immediately.
Lynda gathered up her belongings and stood up. "I want to go home," she pronounced. "Stuart, please!" She offered him her arm and he slowly got to his feet.
"W-w-what about the others?"
"What others?" She swept out, dragging Stuart along in her wake.
"Hey, I think old Stu just got lucky," grinned Adrian.
"Poor old Stu," said Donna.
 
 
  "It wasn't funny, Lucy. Lynda was very upset."
"It was only a joke, Don. You're just a boring old fart."
"And you're old enough to know better. About time you started behaving like twenty."
Donna and Lucy were in the kitchen, Laura having gone to the church fete to do what she liked to refer to as 'my good works'.
Lucy made a rude noise with her tongue. She finished scrubbing out the porridge saucepan, stacked the last of the dishes on the drainer, and climbed down from the chair, looking for a towel.
"I've got a job," she announced.
"You work for your mistress. You've already got a job."
"No, I've left that one. I told you. You never listen. I'm going to work for Trigger!"
"What? How can you work for Trigger? Lynda will go ape-shit."
"I'm going to be his window cleaner. We talked about it last night in the pub, while I was whispering in his ear and pretending to have his cock inside me." She giggled. "Lynnie didn't really think I was fucking him, did she? How did she think I'd get that bloody great thing out of his pants in a pub? And how was I supposed to have climbed on to it without everybody seeing. Anyway, he's miles too thick for me. I'm only tiny. So it's a business arrangement. No sex. Well, not much."
"But Trigger is a window cleaner. That's what he does. Why does he want another one?"
"Nah! He says he's been thinking of contracting out the window cleaning side of his business. He says his core business is collecting the money. That's the part he enjoys, he says."
"I bet he does, too," murmured Donna. "So he'll have more time to collect the money from his customers." She imagined Trigger going at it with her mother. The thought made her go red.
"I'll be going round with him in his van. While I do the windows, he'll be inside, getting paid. He says it takes an average of seven minutes to do a house, and an average of twenty minutes to get paid, so my part of the job will be easy. Maybe I could offer to do housework after I've done the windows. I could be his scrubber. Should I suggest that to him, do you think?" She looked up anxiously at Donna, toying with a nipple, winding it round her finger then stretching it to an extraordinary length.
Lynda burst into the kitchen with a face like thunder.
"Ouch!" exclaimed Lucy, who had let go of her nipple in surprise. It twanged against the fabric of her bra cup.
"What's she doing in here?" asked Lynda.
"She's just done the washing up. She wants to say sorry about last night."
"No, I don't! I'm not sorry. Nothing happened."
"Nothing?"
"She says she wasn't doing anything, Lynnie."
"Oh, yeah? She makes me look a fool. She shags my boyfriend in public, in front of me and half the population. Humiliates me in front of my friends."
"Sorry, Lynnie," said Lucy suddenly, in a quiet voice. She walked up to the big girl and laid her head against her bosom, facing inwards. It disappeared entirely into her cleavage, leaving just a dirty-blonde pony tail sticking out.
She's braver than me, Donna thought.
Muffled sounds were still coming from Lucy."
"Don't suffocate her, Lyn!"
"I'm not! I think she's still talking in there. I can feel the vibration."
"What's she saying?"
"Probably explaining how she managed to get sixteen inches of Trigger inside her without getting us all arrested."
The pony tail whisked violently from side to side.
"I think she means no. She told me they were only pretending. She said she'd never be able to take all of Trigger anyway, she's too tiny. It was only a joke, but it went wrong. She was going to let you have Trigger back at bedtime, and she was going to have Stu."
The pony tail started to twitch from side to side again, then changed its mind and went slowly up and down.
"How was Stu, anyway?"
"He dropped me at the gate. At least, I had a good night's sleep." Lynda allowed her hands to hold Lucy's body gently against her, and the tiny girl squirmed for a moment, then relaxed. Her face emerged from Lynda's musky cleavage, and sneezed three times, before diving back in again.
"Lucy, darling. You ought to be wearing something more than bra and panties. It's quite chilly this morning." Donna stroked the taut little bottom. "Borrow one of Lynnie's sweaters,"
Lynda started to protest, then changed her mind.
Lucy came up for air again. "Can I? Lynnie, can I?"
"Oh, all right. Come into the bedroom and choose something nice."
Lucy took her by the hand and led the way. "You know what? I'm going to be Trigger's window cleaner, while he collects the money..."
 
 
  end Chapter 19