RETURN OF THE GOLDEN GOOSE

by Some Sort of Dog
 
 
 
 
 

Chapter 34:- Showdown At Mrs Danby's


 
 
  "Come on, Luce. We're late already. Mrs Danby will go ballistic if we don't turn up 'til lunchtime."
"I'm coming! It's not easy, you know." Lucy's voice was muffled from behind her bedroom door.
"Take it easy, Donna." Laura looked apprehensive. "Don't go driving like a mad thing. I'll call Mrs Danby and explain you've been held up."
"It's all right, Mum. It's that lazy pig in there. I told her to get up an hour ago. All she's done since is moan."
"I think she finds it difficult, love. She's not as used to having boobs as you are."
"She's making up for it now, all right. This is all I've got left that she hasn't pinched." Donna tugged at her baggy sweater dress, the one she always said made her look about eleven months gone. Fortunately, it was a chilly morning, although the sun was bright.
Even the weather had been unpopular with Lucy. "I'll miss the cricket," she had complained bitterly as soon as Donna had kicked the leg of her bed and woken her up. "It's a lovely sunny day and we'll be arsehole-ing about getting measured for bloody bras. I could be down the cricket club helping make the teas."
"And earning money getting laid," Donna had reminded her sourly.
"Just jealous!"
There was never any answer to that. Donna hadn't had sex since Lynda had gone home.
Lucy emerged from her room, slamming the door. "Ouch!" The door had smacked her on the side of her breast again. It happened every time now.
"Lucy!" Donna and her mother spoke as a single voice of condemnation.
"What's the matter?"
"Look at you! You can't go out like that."
"Why not? There was a girl dressed like this in the paper yesterday."
"That was in the paper. You can't dress like that in public!" Laura placed her hands on her hips in her best They-Shall-Not-Pass pose.
"And the girl in the paper didn't have boobs like yours, either," Donna muttered.
"Who does?" Lucy asked simply. Donna was deflated. Not her, for a start. "What can I wear, anyway?" Lucy showed a small chink in her armour. Okay, so her attempt at being a clothes designer had failed. She hadn't really intended to go out dressed only in a T-shirt cropped off with scissors just below the level of the areolae. And a pair of crammed- to-bursting shorts. It was only when she had completed her work with the scissors and surveyed the result in the mirror that she realised the unsuitability of her dress for public wear. Her breasts bobbled like channel marker buoys against her lower stomach. So much of them was visible beneath the crudely-butchered shirt, she had to keep trying to check with a furtive hand to see that her nipples hadn't slipped out into the open air. It didn't help that she couldn't reach her nipple with her hand without a lot of squeezing and tugging.
"You could wear a bra, for a start," Laura snapped.
"Mum! She can't! That's why we're going to see Mrs D..."
"Can't? What about one of yours?"
Donna shook her head, and Laura understood. Not only were hers completely the wrong shape for Lucy, they were now probably too small as well. Yesterday, Lucy had tried one of Donna's latest bras. Her breasts were considerably larger around than Donna's at the point where they joined her chest. She simply couldn't squeeze herself into it.
"Go and put a sweater on, then. Go on!"
Lucy slouched away, defeated. Seconds later, she came out again dressed as a Donna clone. Obviously, she'd had the sweater dress all ready to put on. A Donna clone she may have been, but there were unmistakeable differences. Whereas Donna dangled, Lucy thrust out. When her breasts had thrust out as far as they could go, her areolae took over and thrust out another three inches. Her nipples added champagne corks to the overall picture.
Donna realised that it wasn't a bra Lucy needed. Not for support anyway. She needed holding in. Donna's outrageous bust measurement only really became evident when she was dangling her breasts on the Super Bertha. Lucy's was right there the whole time. In your face. Or slightly lower down. She turned her back on the otherwise diminutive girl, who was edging toward the fridge like a starving hyena.
"Come on, we're going!"
"I'm hungry, Don!"
"Now!"
 
 
  Mrs Danby cleared away the breakfast things and hung out the washing. A good drying day. Dry and bright, with a bit of a breeze. A busy morning lay ahead, but if they all turned up on time, she'd get through by lunchtime. A bit much to ask, but you never knew, perhaps Charlotte would get her big butt in gear for once.
The doorbell rang. Charlotte, on time for the first time in her life! Mrs Danby bustled to the front door, flung it open...
"Kay! I was expecting someone else! Come on in. I suppose I've got time to put the kettle on."
Kay kissed her mother-in-law and followed her through into the kitchen. "Sorry to interrupt your day of leisure, but I was passing, so I thought I'd drop by." She began rummaging in her bag. "I've got another couple of pictures of our Sadira. She phoned last night. That's three times this week!" A large envelope appeared and Kay peeled back the flap.
"I wish I had time to sit and look at them, love." Mrs Danby dropped a handful of teabags in the pot, considered for a while, then added half a dozen more.
"Expecting an army, Mother?"
"Just about, yes. Customers, for measuring. I thought you were one of them."
"You've got customers coming in on a Saturday morning? Oh, Mum. After Rick persuaded you to give up house calls on a Saturday, what do you do? You start working at home!"
"It's only a couple. Well, it was, at first. Donna and young Lucy are coming. They both need new bras, and Donna can't get in during the week with school and all. And then Charlotte's bringing her new nanny in. Apparently she's desperate for a bra. So I thought she might as well, since I was having Donna and Lucy anyway."
"I haven't seen Charlotte for a while. What time's she coming?"
"She's late already, but that's Charlotte for you. Oh, and then there's Maggie. She's coming in as well. And a funny thing! Debbie. You know, Debbie from the studio? She called. She wants a bra too. Something pretty. She's really getting on well with Geoff. Funny, I always thought she was, well, the other way."
"She is. Or was." Kay sounded intrigued. "All that lot coming this morning? I might stick around for a bit, in that case. Have a little reunion. I could make the coffee."
"Why not," Mrs Danby sighed. "You might be able to keep them out from under my feet. Charlotte says her nanny's got four kids of her own. I bet she'll be bringing them with her. You can look after the kids. Good practice for you."
"Gee, thanks, mother-in-law!"
"My pleasure." The door bell rang. "Ah. That'll be them now."
"I'll get it, you stay there." Kay went for the door. She was wondering what she had let herself in for. Four screaming kids to look after. But there was only one figure on the doorstep. "Geoff? Here's a surprise. You've brought Debbie?"
"No, she's busy this morning." He pecked Kay on the cheek and picked up a long case that was sitting on the front step. He had a camera round his neck. Kay supposed he carried it with him everywhere. "It's okay," he said, "I know the way." He plodded through to the workroom with his case.
Kay put her head round the kitchen door. Coffee for one, Mother. It's Geoff."
"Geoff? Not with Debs?"
"No. On his own. I nearly asked him if you were going to measure him instead of Debs, but he's a strange lad. Shit, there's the door again!"
This time it was Charlotte. She loomed on the doorstep, blocking out the light. Somewhere behind her, an extremely buxom blonde girl was fussing in the back of a large car, one of those shaped like a van. A group of children littered the front driveway where the girl had unloaded them from the car and dumped them on the gravel.
"Hi, Kay. Surprise!" Charlotte and Kay exchanged cheek-smacking kisses from about five feet away. "How's the delicious Rick?"
"He's fine."
"And you? Not showing yet?"
"Oh, yes. It's in there somewhere. Is that your new nanny?"
"That's Alison, with her flock. Noisy little bastards. Look at the little slag! Seventeen last month, and she's got all that lot already."
Alison wore what Kay realised was a dangerously tight white nurse's overall. Was that a white overall belonging to a dangerously tight nurse, she wondered; or was it a dangerously tight overall belonging to a white nurse? Whatever it was, Alison was attempting to pick up the two smallest children while rounding up the larger ones like a sheepdog. She looked helplessly at Charlotte's back view. Kay decided it was time she was officially on duty. "I'll give her a hand." Charlotte stood aside to let her get past.
"Hello, I'm Kay Danby. I'll give you a hand. Give me one of the little ones."
"You c'n 'ave Bobby," said the girl in a soft country accent, "'e's the driest." Without ceremony, she deposited Bobby in Kay's arms and picked up another little bundle from the ground. Bobby was remarkably light and fragile-feeling. He was also damp. If he was the driest, Kay wondered what the others were like.
"How old is he?" Bobby had begun to burrow into Kay's bosom in search of a late breakfast.
"Two months. This one's Carl. He's nearly a year. Fiona's just two. Petunia's seven. C'mon, Chunia, leave the flowers alone. You bring the basket."
The whole caravan was assembled and began to move toward the house, where Charlotte had already disappeared inside. "Seven? She's yours as well?" Kay was doing mental arithmetic. If Alison was just seventeen and Petunia was seven, that meant...? Oh, dear!
"No, she ain't mine. She's my kid sister's. Bitch run off an' left 'er wiv me."
Kay decided it would be safer not to try any more mental arithmetic. "Come on, then, we'll find them a drink of lemonade or something."
"And somewhere to change them. This one's just done summat serious in 'is pants."
 
 
  "We're going to be late. I hope Mum rings Mrs Danby and tells her."
"My boobs are sore," said Lucy crossly.
"We'll soon be there."
"Good. Are we the only ones who'll be there?"
"Of course. Mrs Danby doesn't have more than one customer at a time. Two, in our case."
"I like Mrs Danby." Lucy gnawed at her knuckle. "Will she give us some breakfast?"
"No, of course not. It will be eleven o' clock."
"Dinner, then."
"No!"
"Oh. I'm starving. You should have let me get something from the fridge."
"You can't eat the whole time. That's why your boobs keep growing like that. They're full of cake, and pie and potatoes and sandwiches and chocolate."
Lucy winced at this imaginary menu and lapsed into silence, absently rubbing her nipples. Her seat belt passed between her epic mounds, throwing them into staggering relief.
"I hate it when we have to stop at traffic lights." Donna hunched at the wheel. "People always stare." She turned to look across at Lucy. "Luce, stop it!" The lights changed and the car shot forward, pursued by startled glances. "What were you doing?" Donna dared to ask when they were a quarter of a mile up the road.
"Nothing. Just stretching my back. It aches. It's all right for you, you can hang on to the wheel all the time. Besides, mine are heavier than yours."
"All right! We don't know whose are bigger or heavier, do we?"
"No, Don," Lucy said softly. "But mine are," she muttered, even more quietly.
 
 
  Slightly late as usual, Maggie slid to a halt in a shower of gravel, neatly slotting between Geoff's Escort and a big van thing with windows. There was a man sitting behind the wheel of the van, so it didn't please Maggie that she found she didn't have enough room to squeeze out of her door without a great deal of discomfort.
"Ouch," she grunted, shuffling through the narrow gap between the vehicles. There were dusty marks on the seat of her shiny black slacks. She reached round and rubbed at them, conscious of the man's eyes watching her in his rear view mirror. "Why do they call these things slacks?" she mumbled to herself. Her bum filled them to an embarrassing degree. Things always seemed to fit much better in the shop. She straightened and resumed her dignity, then noticed the dusty smears on the crest of each of her bosoms. She cursed her decision to wear a white T-shirt this morning, and glared at the man in the van. Why couldn't he keep his bloody vehicle clean? It wouldn't rub off, damn it. The harder she brushed at it with her hands, the more her breasts wobbled, but the dirt stayed stubbornly where it was.
It wasn't Mrs Danby who answered the door.
"Kay! Hi! New baby? Not yours already?"
"Hi, Mags. Join the madhouse. Meet my little Bobby. He's nearly dry. You've got muck on your boobies."
"I know. Whose is that filthy van thing?"
"That? It's Charlotte's."
"She's here, too?"
"Yeah, this is her nanny's kid." She led the way into the house. "One of them, anyway. She's got four of the little buggers. In fact, she's got so many, they've had to leave Charlotte's twins at home."
"Has Geoff arrived yet?"
Kay looked over her shoulder, mystified. "Yes. Funny, that. Geoff's here, but not Debbie. You knew he was coming?"
"I asked him to. Donna and young Lucy are coming later, and I wanted Geoff to get some shots of Lucy. We've got one tremendous layout of her, but that's all. Your ma-in-law made her three bras for the next layout, but she grew out of them before she had a chance to wear the bloody things. I haven't seen her since."
Kay remembered something. "Talking of pictures, I've got something that might interest you."
"For me? You mean...?" Maggie touched Kay's arm. She was breathing heavily.
"It's all right! I'll show you later. It's just a couple of pictures of Sadira. Nice big enlargements. You can choose which one you want."
"Kay! I can have one? Just for me? Is there a topless one? Could you get one of her lying down? Let me see! Please!"
"Not now! Later. There's plenty of time, love!" She hugged Maggie to her. Little Billy made a gurgling noise. "There, Bobby likes you. He's laughing!"
"You won't forget to show me them, will you? Please, Kay!" Maggie trembled with frustration, eagerness and barely contained lust.
"Of course not. You little silly! Come on in the kitchen and say hello to Mum."
Mrs Danby was stirring coffee mugs in the kitchen, which seemed to be full of children. A busty young woman in a burstingly tight white overall was changing one young child while kneeling on the floor, another child was rummaging in a cupboard and the biggest, a blonde girl of about six or seven, was helping Mrs Danby.
"Hello, Mags." The poor woman wiped her forehead on a tea towel, looking harrassed. "You've got muck on your boobies."
"I know."
"Oh."
"Maggie was saying she asked Geoff to come, so he could take some pictures of young Lucy." Maggie found herself wishing Kay hadn't said that.
"You did?" Mrs Danby enquired peevishly, being dragged backwards across the kitchen by the largest of the nanny's children. "Yes, dear, I know the kettle's boiling. It's all right, it switches itself off. There, see?"
"I'd meant to get here earlier and explain. Just a few shots. We don't want to turn the place into a studio again. Not like last time."
"And to think I'd been hoping for a quiet Saturday morning."
"I'm sorry, Mrs Danby. I should have mentioned it. I thought it would just be you and me and Donna and Lucy."
"So did I. Tell me about it. We've had a few late additions since then."
"So I see. It's strange. Charlotte didn't tell me she was seeing you."
"It's not for her. It's for Alison." The nanny finished doing whatever she was doing with the baby, stood up and looked for somewhere to dispose of an unpleasant looking bundle. She handed it absently to her largest child and picked up her baby from the floor.
"Gooooooo, who's a pretty little monkey, then? Yessss! Madam says I need a bra," she added, still addressing the child. "I dunno why. I'm pretty firm wiv'out." She hopped up and down to demonstrate, which seemed to amuse the baby. 'Pretty firm' was one way of describing it. The movement beneath the overall went on for some time, and showed no sign of abating.
Mrs Danby watched with a profession air. "She wants her to have some new overalls, too. I said I can do those for her. It will take a lot of material, but she'll look a bit tidier. A bit less like a sack of King Edwards."
Maggie bit her lower lip. She was beginning to pace the floor, two or three steps each way. "I'd better go and see Geoff. You're going to need the workroom for Alison?"
"Yes, I don't want the place turned into Hollywood in there. Leave me some room to use the Super Bertha."
 
 
  Kay answered the door again. At least, young Bobby was getting some exercise, riding backwards and forwards, tucked into Kay's bosom.
"Debs! You made it. Mum said you were coming, but we both wondered what was going on when Geoff turned up without you."
"Geoff? He's here?" Debbie looked over her shoulder in panic, spotting Geoff's car for the first time. "He can't be," she insisted irrationally.
"He's here, all right. I let him in. He had a long black box with him, and his camera."
"Camera, and lights? What's he playing at? I'd better go." She turned to leave, but Mrs Danby had appeared behind Kay.
"Come on, Debs, love! I'm all ready for you. We've got a bit of a house-full, but you're right on time. Come on through into the work- room."
"No, I'd better come back another day. I'm sorry to mess you around. I'll call you..."
Geoff chose that moment to appear behind Mrs Danby. "Excuse me, Mrs D! I left my meter in the car. Eeek! Debs?"
"Geoff?"
"Have you two met?" Kay grinned. Mrs Danby nudged her and went 'sshhhh!'
"I thought you were..."
"I thought you were...!"
"You'd better both come in and have a cup of tea. You obviously have something to discuss." Mrs Danby held the door wide and the young lovers came into the house, staring at each other wordlessly. "Go through into the kitchen. Kay will make your tea. I'll go and see to Alison first. Debs, you can come in afterwards."
Geoff transferred his stare to the bra maker, then back at Debbie. "You? Getting measured?"
Debbie nodded, eyes downcast, going deep red.
"Why?"
"My other bras are all great big harness things. I might as well strap myself down with an elastic bandage." Her voice was tiny. "I wanted to wear something pretty for a change. For you."
"For me?"
Debbie nodded again, looking thoroughly miserable.
Kay was busy with mugs and the teapot, trying hard not to listen. "Do you both take milk in it?" She turned, a mug in midair in one hand, the baby in the other; then turned again and put the mug down. It could be some time. Geoff and Debbie were involved in a clinch. Wet, sloppy kissing sounds were in evidence.
Maggie put her head round the kitchen door. "Geoff? Come and have a look at this. Tell me what you think. Oops! You're busy."
"I don't think they'll be too much longer," said Kay. "I've made them some tea. Isn't young love wonderful?"
"Do what? Oh, yeah. I suppose it is."
"You might as well drink this mug, Mags. It will only go to waste if it gets cold."
Kay and Maggie played with the baby for a while, but stopped when a polite cough broke the silence.
"Ah, you've finished!" Maggie drained her mug and rubbed her hands together.
"Hi, Mags," said Debbie. She looked flushed and there was a bloom about her. "You've got dirt on your boobies."
"She knows."
"Geoff. I was wondering if you'd take a look at this. In the work- room."
"In the work-room?"
"Charlotte's Alison's getting measured. I'm beginning to think she might almost be HUMUNGOUS! material."
Geoff shrugged and looked at Debbie for approval. Debbie nodded and held out her hand. "What are we waiting for?"
 
 
  end Chapter 34