Sex Practice (32 page)

"Why, thank
you, Monica!"

"It also
appears that several girls' fathers want to know of your
whereabouts."

Oh, my God!
"Fathers? What would they
be wanting with me?"

"Surely, you
don't need to be reminded of your sordid and disgusting past?"

"Yes, please
remind me, Monica."

"You defiled
them, as you do every girl who's unfortunate enough to come your
way."

"Defiled them?
There, you see, you're leaping before you've looked again."

"I have more
on you, much more."

"Please, do
enlighten me."

"I know about
those falsified certificates hanging on the wall in
reception..."

"Falsified?
They're my qualifications, Monica!"

"They're not worth the paper they're written on, and you know
it. I'll see in you court, as they say. Goodbye,
non
-doctor
Lickman."

Replacing the
receiver, his hands trembling, his eyes wide, Larry took a deep
breath and grabbed the bottle of scotch from the desk drawer.
Monica was far more resourceful than he'd imagined, and more
revengeful! Realizing the full extent of the horrendous
consequences of sexually abusing Monica and Gina, he gulped down a
quadruple scotch, wondering what the hell to do.

"Hi, Larry!"
Brigit beamed as she entered the room. "Did Sister Mary sleep
well?"

"Yes, she
did."

"Christ, why
are you on the scotch at this time of the day?"

"Monica just
rang. She... she's dug some dirt up, I'm afraid."

"On you,
presumably?"

"Yes. You see,
I was married, twice, and..."

"I didn't know
that!"

"When I
married my second wife, I was still married to the first."

"Oh,
shit!"

"Exactly!
Monica has hired a private dick, and he's come up with some pretty
sordid stuff from my sordid past. I really don't know what to
do."

"Well, it
depends on what Monica plans to do."

"She's told my
wives where I am. Also, there were several young ladies that I...
well, their fathers are after my blood."

"Christ,
Larry, talk about a chequered life! Is there anything else?"

"Yes, I have
several massive debts, and Monica knows that I have no
qualifications. If she tells everyone where I am, I'll be right in
the shit!"

"You shouldn't
have taken Sister Mary back to your house. If that cop decides to
call at your place, he'll..."

"Sister Mary
is the least of my problems! Anyway, she's not there any more, she
moved out this morning."

"Where
to?"

"A flat in
town. What am I going to do, Brigit? What the fucking hell am I
going to do?"

"Stay calm,
for one thing. Should any debt collectors turn up, I'm sure Lily
and I can do a deal with them, if you get my meaning?"

"Where is
Lily?"

"In the toilet
trying to stick her foot up her pussy."

"God, she
needs help!"

"I did offer
to help her but she said that she could manage. As for your
wives..."

"As for my
wives, they'll kill me!"

"No, they
won't. I'll tell them that you're living abroad. I've got it; I'll
move into your house and say that I'm renting the place while
you're away."

"What about
the practice?"

"I'll say that
I'm running it."

"And my
falsified qualifications?"

"Seeing as
everyone will believe you to be out of the country, they can't
question the certificates."

"Oh, I don't
know, Brigit! I can hardly go into hiding, can I?"

"Why not? Just
lay low for a few weeks, until the dust settles, and things will be
OK. You can move into my flat, no one will go there."

"All right.
I'd better get out of here, I've a feeling that the storm's about
to break. Shit, there's the reception bell! I'll escape through the
window! Here, take my car key, and there's my front door key."

"There's a
spare front door key to my flat beneath the flower pot by the gate.
Make yourself at home. Oh, and don't go rummaging through my
bedside cabinet - the shock might kill you!"

"OK, thanks,
Brigit. Oh, by the way, should DI Clarke turn up, tell him to
search Mother Barren-Womb's study. Tell him that rumour has it that
she's into cannabis."

"Cannabis?"

"Just tell
him, OK?"

"OK."

"Right, I'll
be in touch."

Composing
herself as she watched Larry dash across the car park, Brigit
closed the window and calmly walked to reception to find herself
confronted by an attractive dark-haired woman in her late twenties.
One of the wives? she wondered, eyeing the woman's full red
lips.

"Where's my
bloody husband?" she asked Brigit.

"I have no
idea, Mrs..."

"Lickman,
Carole Lickman. Where's that bigamistic bastard, Larry?"

"Oh, you mean
Doctor Lickman. He's living abroad, in Brazil."

"Brazil? But I
was told that he..."

"He left
yesterday. He'll be gone for a year or so, I'm afraid. I'm Doctor
Biways, Doctor Lickman's assistant, can I help you?"

"Who's in
charge of this place?"

"During Doctor
Lickman's absence, I'm in charge."

"Did you know
that Larry was married?"

"No, he never
discussed his private life."

"I'm not
surprised!"

"He's a very
private man."

"I'll give him
bloody private when I catch up with him! Now, you listen to me,
young lady - Larry is a bigamist, a liar, a thief, a two-timing
bastard, a..."

"What is it
you want, Mrs Lickman?"

"I want...
well, I want..."

"What do you
plan to do?"

"Larry married
me when he was already married to another slut!"

"You don't
look like a slut."

"I'm not a
slut! What I meant was, he was married to a slut when he married
me."

"So, you want
to cause trouble, is that the idea?"

"Trouble? I'll
kill the bastard!"

"If you don't
mind my saying so, you look rather pale, Mrs Lickman."

"Pale? What
are you talking about?"

"Your
complexion... you appear to be somewhat liverish. I'm a qualified
doctor so, if you'd like me to take a look at you, I'd be only too
happy."

"It's stress,
that what it is!"

"You look run
down, quite ill, in fact."

"I do feel a
bit queasy, I must admit."

"Are you
taking medication for anything?"

"No, I'm
not."

"Look, we have
no argument, so let's have a chat about your husband while I'm
examining you."

"I want to
know all about him, tell me everything."

"Yes, I will.
I tell you all you want to know while I'm examining you."

"I've been
feeling strange lately, I could probably do with a thorough check
up."

"If you'd come
this way, Mrs Lickman."

"Please, call
me Carole."

"And I'm
Brigit."

Walking to the
bondage room, Brigit knew she wouldn't be able to restrain herself,
to suppress her insatiable craving for women's naked bodies. The
thought of getting her fingers up Carole Lickman's pussy stiffened
her clitoris, wetted her vagina, as she led the unsuspecting woman
into the torture chamber and locked the door.

"Slip your
clothes off and I'll give you a head to toe examination,
Carole."

"You want me
to take all my clothes off?"

"I might as
well give you a thorough examination while you're here, while I
tell you all about Larry. You appear to be anaemic, and I don't
like the look of your pupils, they're dilated."

"Are they?"
the woman asked, slipping out of her dress, revealing her
curvaceous body to Brigit's staring eyes. "My husband, Roger, said
that... my partner, I mean, he's not my husband. He's been saying
for some time that I don't look well and that I should see a
doctor."

"He's right,
Carole," Brigit smiled as her patient, her victim, peeled her red
silk bra cups away from her firm mammary globes, her succulent
nipples. "Your areolae don't look right to me."

"Don't they?"
she asked, looking down at her rounded breasts, the chocolate-brown
discs of her areolae.

"No, they're
the wrong colour. You see the way your areolae are puckered, that's
a sign of traumatic vaginal distress," Brigit said pensively,
having learned Larry's convincing bedside blurb.

"Traumatic
vaginal distress?" Carole echoed, slipping her shoes off and
tugging her red panties down her long legs.

"It's a rare
condition but there are still several cases reported every year in
Britain. Lie on the couch and I'll take a good look at you."

Watching the
young woman climb onto the couch, Brigit decided that if she could
befriend her, reason with her, she might be able to save Larry.
After all, the woman now had another partner, so why go after
Larry? Opening her patient's legs and parting her fleshy vaginal
lips, Brigit sensed her stomach somersault, her own clitoris stir
in anticipation as she gazed longingly at Carole's pink sex nodule.
Tentatively slipping her finger into the naked woman's hot vaginal
sheath, Brigit smiled.

"Bring your
knees up to your chest please, Carole," she said, gazing longingly
as her patient's outer pussy lips bulged around her finger as she
took her position. "That's it, now I can examine you properly," she
said, slipping a second finger into her sex duct.

Grinning as
she moved her fingers in and out of Carole's tight pussy sheath,
Brigit, focused on her inner lips, the pink petals dragging along
her pistoning fingers, leaving creamy cunt milk in their wake. Tie
her down and thrash her, Brigit contemplated, slipping a third
finger into her tightening sex hole. What Larry would say if he
knew that one of his wives was naked on the examination couch,
Brigit had no idea. And what he'd say if she were to thrash the
woman with the cane...

"There's
something not quite right," Brigit murmured, slipping her fingers
out of the woman's drenched cuntal sheath. "I'd like to take a look
at your cervix," she added, taking a vaginal speculum from the
shelf.

"I'm all
right, aren't I?" Carole asked, her blue eyes reflecting her
concern.

"I'm not sure.
OK, bring your legs down, that's it. Now hang your feet down either
side of the couch."

"I don't think
I can open my legs that wide!"

"If I'm to
examine you properly..."

"All right,
I'll try."

Watching her
victim's vaginal crack open as she parted her legs and lowered her
feet either side of the couch, Brigit decided that befriending her,
trying to reason with her, wouldn't be half as much fun as sexually
abusing her naked body, caning her taut buttocks until she screamed
and begged for mercy. Recalling caning Gina's rounded buttocks,
Brigit sensed an overwhelming urge to commit the most vile and
debased sexual acts she could think of on her latest victim.

"So, how long
has Larry been in business?" Carole asked as Brigit sank three
fingers into her open sex hole.

"About six
years," Brigit smiled, eyeing a length of rope on the shelf.

"Does he have
a woman?"

Yes, several every week
. "No, not at
the moment."

"Does he have
money? Is his business lucrative?"

"No, he's
stone broke, I'm afraid."

"Oh, that's a
shame; I was going to take him for every penny he's got!"

"I'm going to
tie your feet together to check your muscle reflexes," Brigit said,
grabbing the rope and kneeling down. "The idea is..."

"Tie my feet
together? But..."

"There, that's
it," Brigit grinned, securing the rope between her ankles and
standing up. "You have a nice body, a really nice body."

"I don't
understand why..."

"Now I'm going
to tie your hands so that I can examine your breasts properly."

"I really
don't see why you have to tie me down!" Carole said shakily as
Brigit bound her wrists and secured the ropes to the legs of the
couch.

"With your
arms in this position, behind your head, your pectoral muscles will
tighten, allowing me to check your breasts properly."

"I'd rather
you didn't do this, Brigit!"

"I have to tie
you down so that I can sexually abuse you, Carole, lick and
finger-fuck your beautiful cunt!" she giggled, leaning over and
sweeping her tongue up her prisoner's yawning vaginal crevice.
"Mmm, you taste good!"

"Please, what
do you think you're doing?"

"Licking your
cunt."

"Release me
this minute or I'll..."

"Unless you
stop screaming at me, I'll gag you!"

"Gag me? What
sort of girl are you, for Christ's sake?"

"An insatiable
bisexual pervert!"

"You can't do
this! I'll..."

Grabbing
Carole's panties, Brigit stuffed them into the woman's mouth,
halting her screamed protests. Resuming her vaginal licking, her
mind swirling with wicked ideas, she imagined Larry's cock fucking
his wife's tight vaginal canal, his knob sperming into her hot
cunt. Stretching the woman's pussy lips wide apart, exposing her
clitoris, her intimate inner flesh, she lapped up the aphrodisiacal
cunt milk oozing from her gaping hole.

"God, you
taste sexy," she breathed as Lily entered the room and gasped. "I
love drinking juice from wet cunt holes."

"Brigit,
who... what are you...?" Lily stammered, holding her hand to her
open mouth.

"This is
Carole Lickman, Larry's wife - well, one of his wives. Come and
play with her."

"Does Larry
know about this?"

"No, he's...
he's gone to Brazil."

"Brazil? When
did he...?"

"I'll tell you
all about it later, Lily."