Chapter Fifteen

Anyone for a Foursome?

I stared at the volunteer police officer as she unbuttoned her jacket.

“Blimey, I’ve never seen anything like that before.”

“What are you doing here?” I finally asked when my voice came back.

“Well, when I saw you at the Dogging site, I knew you were up for a little fun, so I just followed you.”

“Dogging?” Rachel asked, looking freaked.

“Yeah, you know,” Erica explained as she undid the buttons on her shirt cuffs. “The car park where your missus and your girl dropped by—it’s the premier site for outdoor sex in South-East England.” She pulled the extra material from her jeans, and then threw the shirt to the floor. Her generous breasts were rosy. “I don’t usually travel as far south as Tunbridge Wells, but it was worth it tonight.” Erica started on her belt. I held out a hand to stop her.

“This isn’t some sex club, you know?”

“Looks like one to me.”

“We were being held here against our will.”

Erica made a dismissive noise. “I’ll pay if that’s a problem. How much, fifty quid for the night?” She held out the money to Grace.

Grace stood, looking like a panther about to strike. However Erica’s smile only widened.

“You idiot,” I hissed, grabbing Rachel’s hand. We tried to get out of the vicinity, but Grace pounced on Erica; the two women rolled into our way, blocking our path.

“Whoo-hoo!” Erica yelled, as they tumbled about the floor. “Come on, baby!” Grace punched Erica in the jaw, but the officer was unfazed by it; she simply struck her back, equally as hard. She pulled on Grace’s top, ripping the fabric, exposing her dark breasts. Rachel and I backtracked, working around the other side of the room. Rachel knocked over the music player as we moved; the dance music started once more. The whole scene was completely insane.

Erica had momentarily got the upper hand on the ex-Retriever; she straddled her hips, grinding down against her. “Where are you two going?” she asked breathlessly. “I’ve brought my strap-on. There’s plenty for everyone.”

“You silly cow!” Rachel screamed. “She doesn’t want to have sex with you!”

Erica looked down at Grace as she squirmed beneath her. “Sure you do.”

Grace bucked up, throwing Erica off her, just as Rachel and I made it out of the dungeon. The sound of dance music rang in my ears.

The corridors were even more confusing as we ran forwards. Rachel seemed to be drawn onwards by some kind of internal guidance system. We ran through the last iron gateway, and out to the van.

“Can you hotwire…?”

“Yes,” Rachel confirmed without me needing to finish the question. She dove into the driver’s side. I went to open the passenger door, but I was struck by a huge heavy weight against my back. Erica slapped a pair of cuffs on me, dragging my arms behind my back.

“I paid good money for a party, mate.”

“Listen, you clod. There is no party here.” I bellowed. “We were prisoners.”

“Come out in there!” she called to Rachel. I sighed with defeat when my agent climbed out with her hands up.

“You cannot be this gullible!” I shouted right in Erica’s face. “This isn’t some lesbian fantasy going on. You have to help us.” I squirmed in my restraints. “That woman will finish us off if you let her!”

Grace limped up to us all. “Good work, officer,” she said with sickeningly false cheer. She curled her arm around Erica. “Tell you what? Let’s go to another place I know. We can really party there.”

“Whoo-hoo!” Erica yelled.

We were screwed.

This time when I landed in the back of the van, Rachel was free from any restraint.

“Why didn’t you just drive off, get some help?” I asked, pissed-off at the turn of events.

“I couldn’t leave you with those crazy women,” she said with a worried frown.

Grace and Erica were in the front seats, singing along with a cheesy pop song on the radio. The crazy situation would probably have made me laugh before, but things had just gone from bad to worse.

“You should have gone when you had the chance,” I barked.

“You didn’t leave me back at the car park. I cannot leave you now.”

“I should have ordered you.”

“It wouldn’t have done any good,” she said with a pout.

“What do you think will happen now?” I asked. I could see the shadows of Erica and Grace in the front. It looked like Erica was trying to put her arms around Grace as she drove.

“You’ve shamed Grace. Without the Sisterhood, she won’t have any kind of life.”

“It was clever wasn’t it?”

“You were magnificent,” Rachel said with a smile.

I glanced up as the van began to wobble. Rachel and I both became silent as we listened to the stupid copper talk to the ex-Retriever.

“Where are we going, mate?” Erica’s voice sounded desperate and needy. I wondered how long it had been since she’d got laid.

“We’ll be there soon.” Grace’s voice was all business. “We’re just entering the compound now.”

Erica whistled. “Wow, electric fences? Is this some kind of secret club?”

Grace chuckled low in her throat, but I could hear it all the same.

“What do you think of my cuffs?” Erica was obviously unconcerned with the lack of an answer.

“Police issue?”

“Nah, I had to get these beauties mail order. Had to search far and wide.” Erica’s voice had an East-end twang to it that surfaced fully as she boasted.

“You’re a collector?” Grace sounded impressed. “They can’t have been cheap.”

“Well, you know when you’ve got a passion,” Erica started. I groaned to myself; the women were talking like they were old friends instead of new acquaintances. That copper was an imbecile if she thought she could trust Grace.

“I’ve always found that old-school discipline is the best,” Grace said, matter-of-factly.

“You bet!” Erica crowed. “We can take it in turns, you know. Just let me go first. I haven’t beaten anyone in ages.”

From the shadows, I could see the two women had started to struggle with each other.

“Come on, mate!” Erica called out. “You’ll love it. Just let me…”

“Not now, you fool,” Grace shouted in return.

The van swerved. Rachel got on her knees, peered through the glass partition to see what was happening.

“Careful!” she yelled.

“What’s happening?” I called out from my position on the floor.

“The copper is trying to go down on Grace.”

The van swerved once more. And this time, it kept on swerving until it tumbled off the side of the road, crashing to a full stop.