RETURN OF THE GOLDEN GOOSE

by Some Sort of Dog

Chapter 23:- Lucy's Wrinkly Bits

"Where are we going?" Donna tried to stop her voice trembling.

"It's not far." Maggie spun the wheel and darted through a gap in the traffic. "Do you like driving, Donna?"

"I wouldn't like to do it in London. I've only been driving a few months. I'm all right on little roads. How did you know they were all going to stop?" she asked, as Maggie waved regally to a line of taxis and delivery vans and sliced down the bus lane to a narrow alleyway on the left.

"They usually do. If they don't, I have to make alternative arrangements! So long as you know where you're going, they usually seem to show you a bit of respect. Sun glasses help. They don't mess you about if they can't see your eyes." The car gathered speed and Maggie stopped speaking. Donna said nothing, not wishing to distract her. She was surprised when the car came to a halt and reversed deftly into a parking space.

"Is this your house?"

"God, not all of it," Maggie laughed. "Just the ground floor. Come on, I'll show you round before ... I'll show you round."

The house was cool after the heat of the midday sun. Maggie went to the kitchen and came back with a large jug of orange juice. "I'm so hot," she said. "I mean, well, you know what I mean, don't you! I was thinking of this all last night, Donna. I couldn't sleep." She laughed nervously. "I don't know what's the matter with me lately."

"So am I. I was telling my mum, I seem to be so ... so sexy lately. Everything turns me on. Although, sometimes, it's worse than others," she ended lamely.

Maggie put down her glass. "Donna. This is probably a mistake, bringing you here. Maybe we ought to go straight back to the studio. But if we did, we'd never know ... what we might have had, or what we missed. Oh, shit! What a bloody mess!" She sat down at the other end of the couch from Donna and buried her face in her hands.

Donna looked at her uncomfortably. "You know the other day, in the car? I passed out, didn't I? When I went indoors, my mum put me to bed: I felt really weird. And when I woke up, I had a sheet over me, and when I looked, all my shorts were soaked, and I looked at the time and I'd been there on the bed for an hour, yet they were still sopping wet. I just sort of tore them off and threw them in the laundry basket. But my mum must have seen them when she covered me with the sheet. When I lie on my back, my boobs sort of roll off my chest and end up like by my sides, so you can see my shorts ... you know?"

Maggie took her face out of her hands and looked up. "Not really, you'd have to show me."

"What, here on the couch?" Donna's lower lip was trembling, so she bit it hard.

Maggie simply stood up and held out her hand.

"Lucy, now can you spread your legs a bit more? No, not quite that much, love!"

"Like this?"

"That's fine. Now just pull your pants to one side a little bit."

Geoff almost fell off his stool. "Debs!" he bleated.

"What's the matter?" Debbie put down the film magazine she was loading and turned round.

"Look...!"

"Gosh!" Debbie sounded impressed.

"What do you mean, gosh?"

"Well, I think it's quite a nice view."

"You don't think it's a bit ... well ... excessive?"

"I'm sure it will be very popular with the readers of HUMUNGOUS!, darling."

Lucy sat demurely on the edge of the bed. She was still wearing her bra, still staring round her with interest while waiting for the crew to debate on this next pose. She had pulled her panties slightly to one side at Geoff's request, and now he seemed a little confused about something. Perhaps she ought to make her wrinkly bits a little less obvious. Maxwell had always said she had the biggest wrinkly bits he had ever seen, but Maxwell was not her favouritest favourite person at the moment. Surreptitiously, she tucked herself in a bit more tidily.

Lynda had gone out to the toilet ten minutes ago and hadn't come back yet. Lucy would have liked Lynnie's opinion on her wrinkly bits. Geoff and Debbie didn't seem to be agreeing at the moment. As usual, Debbie was winning the argument.

"The readers will love it," she maintained. "The more there is, the more they'll like it!"

Geoff shrugged. "Maggie should be here. We could get her decision. Or wake Duncan."

They both looked at Duncan in his armchair. He opened one eye and looked at the model. "My God!" he whispered, and closed it again.

"That's Duncan's opinion," said Debbie. "It's up to us." She walked over to Lucy and knelt down in front of her, smiling up into her eyes. Lucy grinned back.

"Were you talking about my wrinkly bits? I've made them as small as I could."

"You have?"

"They're not too horrible, are they?"

"Of course not. I think they're lovely. May I?" She gently moved Lucy's hand away and brushed her fingers softly across Lucy's puffy slit."

"Oooh! Debs!"

"It's all right, Lucy. I'm just going to make you look really pretty." Debbie stroked and fondled and caressed. Lucy made a little gurgling sound in her throat and leaned back on her hands, parting her thighs more. "Relax, darling! My goodness, Lucy, you are a big girl, aren't you!"

"My pussy's too big!" Lucy sat up suddenly. "I've got horrible wrinkly bits!"

"They're beautiful. Look at them! Oh, you can't see them, can you," Debbie giggled, as Lucy strained to see past her breasts. "Never mind, I'll tell you what they look like. Your pussy lips are sort of purple brown. When I gently put my fingers in and pull them out, they're really huge, like great big butterflies' wings. They come right out to here when I stretch them like this. And I can see you all pink inside, and really wet, too. Can you feel that, Lucy?"

"Ooof!"

"You can, can't you. And you can certainly feel this, can't you!"

Lucy had begun to pant.

"And now we'll just leave your lovely big fat pussy lips all nicely fluffed up and dangly, so all the nice men who look at your pictures will see how huge you are! There!" Debbie sat back on her haunches and replaced the crotch of Lucy's panties so it covered her. Just about.

Lucy sat up and opened her eyes wide urgently. "Debbie! Don't go away!"

"It's all right, sweetie. Let Geoff take some pictures first, then we can play. All right?"

"All right," said Lucy happily. "Hurry up, Geoff!"

Geoff was stunned. Through the viewfinder, Lucy was bright-eyed and extremely bushy-tailed. Her lips were wet, and a trickle of dribble was running down her chin.

"Just pull your panties to one side again, Lucy!" he urged her, as Debbie retreated behind the lights. The girl obliged. This time, Geoff did a double-take. Lucy's wrinkly bits looked bigger than any he had ever seen. They glistened with moisture. She ran a trembling finger up and down her slit. The flashes went 'Pock!' again and again. "Keep doing that, Lucy! And that. And that! Now lie back on the bed and carry on doing it. Good girl! And again. One more, and again. Last one!"

'Pock!'

Debbie stood up slowly, not quite believing her own eyes. "Grief, Geoff! Did you get that one?"

"I think so. More film. She seems to have stopped for a minute."

The image of that last flash was still burned on to their eyeballs. It showed Lucy lying back on the bed, her legs spread wide. One hand was mashed into the flesh-filled softness of her right bra cup, pushing the hugely heavy mass upwards against her face. The other hand tugged her panty crotch aside. Her thrashing, whipping hips were inches clear of the bed as she bounced in frantic ecstasy. And caught magnificently in the back-light, a perfect spray of juice arched gloriously into the air. As the flash went off, some of the fluid was still on its way up; some of it was on its way down, to settle in a dewy mist on Lucy's thighs.

Lynda returned from the loo and surveyed the scene. "Did I miss anything?" she said.

"It's no use, Mags. I've tried, but I'm too tense."

Donna stood up and paced around the bedroom. It wasn't going at all the way she had expected. She wanted to, but she just felt so up tight and nervous. Why now, of all times? Even her first time, with James and her other boyfriends, and her first time with Adrian had all gone so smoothly. They had just gone ahead and done it. Not necessarily very well, but they had at least done it. Her experiences with Lynda had been wildly arousing and satisfying. On her night with Jacqui, she had been in the more than capable hands of a supreme expert. But now; here in Maggie's flat, in her actual bedroom, after she had been dreaming about this moment for three whole days; nothing!

Maggie watched Donna as she came to a stop and looked out of the window into the street. Despite her appalling frustration, she sympathised with the teenager. She ached for Donna, but it wasn't going to happen. Too much forward planning, too much build-up. She picked up the girl's T-shirt and went over to her.

"Put this back on, love. Apart from anything else, I can't bear the sight of you in that gigantic bra!"

Donna turned to her and they hugged, at some considerable distance. "I'm sorry, Mags!" She lowered her face into her own cleavage. Maggie's was a long way out of reach.

"Don't worry. If it's meant to happen, it will. It was silly of me to plan all this and expect it to work. Let's get back to the studio." Maggie eased out of the embrace and picked up her dress from the bed. Then she changed her mind and opened the wardrobe, looking for something more suitable. Ideally, she thought, that pale blue number she had worn the other day. Pity it had turned into a torn dishrag.

Duncan got up, snorted in disgust and left the room. Shortly afterwards, his friend collected him and took him home to bathe his fevered brow with rose water or something. Debbie took charge.

"We'd better get on with the rest of the shots with the bra on before we break for a sandwich. Are we ready, Geoff? Lucy?"

"I think Lucy needs a change of undies first. Look at the state of those."

"Okay, Lucy. Slip those off and Lynda will bring you another pair from the dressing room."

"Have you got any my size?"

"Me? Us? No! Haven't you brought any of your own?"

"No. These are the only ones I've got with me."

"She can't wear those, Debs. Look at them!"

"Surely Maggie told you to bring some spare pairs ... never mind, now. We'll get the girl to send out for some lunch. Lynda, take Lucy's panties and dry them. There's a hair drier in the dressing room. Can you dry them without setting fire to them?"

Lynda certainly could! She almost ripped Lucy's panties off her and bore them away like a trophy. The hair drier started whining almost straight away.

"That will keep Lynnie quiet for ten minutes, at least," said Debbie.

"Depends what you mean by quiet," Geoff growled as Lynda's moans carried clearly throughout the building.

"We'll be in the darkroom for ten minutes, Lucy," Debbie told her decisively, taking Geoff firmly by the hand and almost breaking into a gallop. Geoff went willingly enough.

Lucy lay back contentedly on the bed. This modelling could turn out to be quite good fun, she thought. But she wished they would let her get this bra off before it cut her in half.

"I wonder how they're getting on with the shoot." Maggie opened the door and went in. The receptionist's desk was unmanned, or in this case, unwomanned. She led Donna down the corridor which smelled of chemicals and something else. Maggie sniffed the air. "What's that smell?"

"I know what I think it smells like," murmured Donna. "But I've never known it to be as strong as that before." They were passing the door of the dressing room.

"It's coming from in there," said Maggie.

Lynda started guiltily as they went in. She was sitting at the dressing table with the mirror surrounded by light bulbs. Surprisingly, she seemed to be trying on a hat, which she whipped off as she saw Maggie's reflection over her shoulder.

"Hi, Lynnie. On your own in here?"

"Yeah. Just getting ready to go back into the studio." She stood up and picked up a hair drier, hanging it on a hook.

"Been drying your hair?"

"Oh? Oh, yeah. It got a bit wet. Excuse me."

Lynda edged past Maggie but Donna was a more formidable obstacle. She tried one side, then the other, but Donna's bosom was occupying the whole of the doorway. It was only when Donna had backed out into the corridor that Lynda could get by. She set off into the studio, with Donna lumbering along behind.

"Are my panties dry yet, Lynnie?" Lucy yelled. "We heard you drying them. I think Debbie got a bit horny, she took Geoff into the darkroom."

"So that's what she was doing," said Maggie. "I suppose it's my fault again. I should have told you to bring a dozen or so pairs."

"I haven't got a dozen or so pairs," Lucy confessed. "A lot of the time I don't wear any. And a lot of mine are different colours, so it would look a bit strange in the photos."

"Very different colours," said Lynda, determined to do unto Lucy as she had been done by. "Mostly yellow with brown stripes!"

"Oh, funn-ee. At least, mine don't go mouldy and rotten like someone I know. Mouldy-drawers!"

"Children, please!" Maggie stepped between them. "How did these get wet, anyway?" The panties were lying on the bed. They felt crisp to the touch.

"I squirted," Lucy said with a hint of womanish pride. "I mean, I quite often do, but this time it went miles up in the air. A lot of it went on my pants. It was Geoff's fault!"

"Geoff's?" Maggie's mind grappled with that cavalier accusation.

"He was shouting and making me excited. I was imagining myself doing it with Trigger."

"Bitch!" Lynnie flounced away and sat in Duncan's armchair.

"You'll get shot if you sit on that. Where is Duncan?"

"His friend took him home." Debbie emerged from the darkroom, brushing her hair. She was flushed and bright-eyed. "Hi, Mags. How'd it go?"

"Oh, so-so," said Maggie, avoiding Donna's eyes.

"Never mind. There'll be other times. Geoff will be out in a minute. He's just spilled something on his jeans."

"You could get Lynda to dry them for him," suggested Lucy. "She made a lovely job of my pants."

"I'm not doing it next time, you can dry your own juices."

"I've got a few spare pairs," said Donna, after a hesitation. "I ... thought I might need them. Lucy's about my size down there."

"Is she really?" Debbie stared at Donna with interest, but as ever, her hips were well hidden by everything else hanging down in front."

"Twenty-eight inches, Mrs Danby said." Donna plunged a hand into her bum bag and came up with a handful of flimsies. "Will these do, Debs?"

"Near enough. The same colour. Half a dozen pairs ought to last us, even if Lucy decides she wants to be a fountain again."

"It was Geoff's fault. I already said...!"

Geoff came out of the darkroom without his jeans. "They were soaked, love," he muttered at Debbie. "I don't know why you couldn't have squirted in the other direction."

"I'm not a bloody contortionist," she hissed at him, reddening.

"Corr, Debs, do you squirt, too? I thought I was the only one who did that! Tell you what, let's have a competition to see who can squirt furth..."

"Lucy! Put your panties back on. Or put Donna's on, then let's get this show on the road!" Debbie started loading film to indicate the end of that particular conversation thread. "Half a dozen more poses, then we need to get that bra of yours off."

end Chapter 23