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 ï>¿Not So Innocent, Sleepy Little Village by Isabella

   Part 1

   I always complained about living in a sleepy little village in Middle
England and now that I had reached my fifteenth birthday, it was brought
home even harder just how limiting life was in my small village.  While my
school friends who lived in Kettering were finding it easy to get part time
jobs in the evenings or at the weekend, there was no work at all in my
little village, not even a village shop.  I had tried to get a little job
in Kettering but as soon as they got to my address on my CV, the dismissed
me out of hand because my village didn't have a full bus service, we had
what was laughingly called a shopper service, an hourly service from Monday
to Saturday from nine in the morning until five in the afternoon and no bus
at all on a Sunday and even that poor service was under threat every year
when the local council tried to save money by cutting little used services.

   I was having a little rant at my father one day, blaming him for us
living in a dump like we did.  I'd ambushed him when he was 'Looking after
me' not that I really needed looking after at fifteen but it had been the
same for as long as I could remember, mum would make dinner on Wednesday
evenings and then go off to her WI meeting from seven o'clock in the
evening until ten and get home around ten thirty.  She went out on Friday
evenings as well but that was her bingo evening, again, leaving me at home
with my father from seven until eleven o'clock.

   It was about the first time in three years that I'd actually spent any
time with my father in the living room rather than retreating to my bedroom
to read, listen to music and watch TV...not or...I tended to do all three
simultaneously most evenings.

   "You just have to be a little creative Sarah darling!"

   "How do you mean?"

   "Well, there are jobs around...there is the petrol station on the 'A6',
that's only two miles away, you could walk it to there or ride your bike,
and on the back road to Kettering there's the old hotel, the 'Coach and
Horses Hotel', that's only a mile and a half away and it's on a much
quieter road."

   "The hotel closed down three years ago, didn't it?"

   "It opened up again last year...I can ask the owner if he has any part
time vacancies if you like, I'm calling in there tomorrow!"

   Well, I hadn't bothered asking at the petrol station if they had any
vacancies because I knew that the Asian who owned the place had seven kids
of his own...at least seven, rumour had it that he had even more kids than
that by different wives...the rumour mill had him married to anything from
two to eight wives, not all living in the UK with him but he did have
enough kids living locally to form his own football team...but the hotel,
that hadn't even popped up on my radar because I thought that it was
closed.

   Thursday was my father's turn to be out, he didn't even come home on a
Thursday evening, he went straight from work to a pub in Kettering, either
the pub that he played darts for or one of the pubs that he played against
so I'd have to wait until Friday to see if my dad had managed to talk to
the new owner of the Coach and Horses on my behalf.

   You know how cruel life can be...on Friday the school bus got me home in
record time, I was home earlier than in the past ten years of my going to
school in Kettering and as I ran excitedly to my house from the school bus
stop, my mum's car was on the drive but my father's car wasn't.

   I ran into the kitchen, "Mum, where's dad?"

   "He was in London this afternoon, he is on his way home now though."

   I thought, 'Fuck it...Friday afternoon, the road from London will be
hell, it could take three or four hours for him to get home!'

   "Are we waiting for him to get home to have dinner?"

   Mum shook her head, "They had a finger buffet at his meeting, he picked
up some of the food that was left over to eat on his way home so it's just
me and you for dinner tonight darling."

   Well, I'd arrived home forty minutes earlier than usual for a Friday and
ended up finishing my dinner over an hour earlier than usual too because of
it and mum left home an hour before her bingo club would even be open, it
was a whirlwind of a Friday afternoon.

   Mum left the house almost at a run but she did stop as she passed me,
she gave me a sniff and asked if I'd had a sports lesson today, I nodded my
head and she told me that I needed a shower because I smelled a little ripe
and with that insult still ringing in my ears, she was gone.

   I wondered what she'd do for the next hour, even driving into Kettering,
she would be in the bingo hall's car park an hour before their doors
opened. I had just stepped under the shower when I heard a car pull onto
the drive and thought, 'Ahhh!  She's realised the time, probably come home
for a cup of coffee to wait until the club opens!'

   "Sarah...are you there darling?"

   "I'm in the shower dad!"

   'They must have passed out on the main road, mum has only been gone two
minutes.'

   "I've bought you a new dress darling, I'll pop it on your bed, Alan
Cunningham at the Coach and Horses wants to meet you tonight for an
interview...I thought it'd help you feel more confident if you had a smart
new dress to wear."

   I finished my shower and wrapped myself in a bath towel, I ran from the
bathroom to my bedroom and there was a large carrier bag on my bed from
'Red Dress, 120 Oxford Street, London.' The dress was more black than red
though although it did have contrasting red lace around the 'V' neck as
well as the bottom hem, not outlandishly adorned, the two inch broad band
of red lace had actually been sewn under the soft cotton of the dress so
that just a half an inch of the lace was peeking out.

   I held the dress up to the light and dropped the bag on my bed, then I
realised that the bag wasn't actually empty, there was still something in
the bag and that took my mind off of the fact that I could actually see
through the double thickness of the dress as I looked to see what else was
in the bag.

   I tipped a black bra, black bikini brief knickers and black self support
stockings out on my bed, the bra was a 'Gossard Superboost Lace Non Padded
Plunge Bra' and the knickers were from the same range.  I'd never owned or
worn a black lingerie set before, never worn stockings either, my underwear
drawer looked like an albino cat in a snowstorm and I knew instinctively
that a white bra and knickers under that thin black dress would shine out
from underneath worse than if they were luminescent.

   I put the lingerie on, including the stockings and pulled the dress on
over my head.  I looked at my reflection in the mirror, okay, I couldn't so
much see my underwear through the dress...because it was black under
black...what I could see was my white skin through the dress and I wasn't
really sure which would have been worse.

   I shouted out, "Dad...I can't wear this outfit!"

   "Come down...let me see what you look like!"

   I quickly popped trainers on my feet, white trainers that looked totally
stupid over the black stockings, I ran down the stairs and into the living
room.  Dad was pacing up and down in the living room as he talked on the
telephone as I walked in on him, he gave me a casual glance, gasped, swore
into the telephone and then he did a jump turn to try to hide what just
happened inside his trousers but he was too late.  I'd seen similar things
happen at school when boys in my class caught an accidental glimpse up
under a girl's skirt or down the front of her blouse in class but boys of
my age didn't react anywhere close to as rapidly or as violently and they
never try to hide what effect us girls had on them, they stood proudly,
hands on hips and waving their peckers like they were flagpoles.

   When my dad had his back to me, he pushed his left hand down the front
of his trousers to try to flatten out the curve in his underpants before
turning back to face me.

   Well, in my humble opinion, he had totally wasted his time trying to
hide his erection from me by using the belt on his trouser's waistband to
pull its head into his stomach, I could still make out its full length
under his trousers and now, I could see the round crown of his cock under
his t-shirt.

   "You're not planning on wearing those trainers to your interview are you
darling?"

   I'd never seen my father with an erection before...not even under the
cover of his clothes, I just imagined that he never had one...I shook my
head, "I don't really have any black shoes, well, I have my school sandals,
oh, and I have a pair of dancing shoes with three inch heels but they got
all scuffed up at the recital and I didn't have any black boot polish to
clean them properly."

   "That's okay, I have a little left I think."

   Well, he was wrong, he had the tin, he had the brushes to apply the
polish but when he opened the tin, it was empty.

   "That's okay, I can take the 'A6' into Kettering, pick up a fresh tin of
Cherry Blossom from the supermarket and I can clean your dancing shoes in
the car park before taking the back road from Kettering to the Coach and
Horses."

   So, I left the house dressed like a film star on her way to the Oscars
until you came to my feet and then it was almost comical, huge white
trainers at the bottom of elegant and shapely legs.

   We pulled up in the car park of the supermarket and while dad ran into
the shop to buy a fresh tin of shoe polish, I looked across the other side
of the main road, we just happened to be on the other side of the massive
bingo hall that my mother came to every week, the place that she should
have reached over thirty minutes earlier but her little, pink, Fiat five
hundred wasn't in the car park, just three cars that must have belonged to
staff because the bingo hall still wasn't open yet.

   "What's up darling?"

   "I'm worried about mum, she should have been here for thirty minutes
already but her car isn't here in the bingo hall's car park."

   "She may have gone to a different club tonight...or she could have gone
for a drink with one of her friends before the bingo starts!"

   'He's just making excuses...he knows more but just isn't saying for some
reason!'

   He filled in the deepest of the scratches with polish and then he used a
cigarette lighter to warm the polish up a little so that it penetrated the
leather to a greater depth.  It took my father just ten minutes to put a
sheen on my dancing shoes that would make a Grenadier Guard proud and I
swapped them for the trainers that I was wearing.

   It was a quick drive to the Coach and Horses Hotel, my dad took me in
and introduced me to Alan Cunningham.  Alan offered my father a pint but my
dad tried to refuse until Alan told him that he wanted to see what I looked
like serving behind the bar.

   My dad said okay to a half a pint of bitter.  I was taught how to use a
beer tap to pour his half pint and then, while my father drank his beer, I
went to another table with Alan Cunningham so that he could run through my
interview.  He complimented me on how I was dressed but made the point that
there were very few jobs in the entertainment industry that I could perform
dressed the way that I was.

   "What kind of jobs?"

   "Hotel receptionist, waitress, barmaid, hostess, entertainer...that kind
of thing!"

   "And what kind of vacancies do you actually have here Alan?"

   "Well, this is a very small hotel my dear, I need cover in all areas,
anyone that I employ must be willing to perform every task, in all
areas..." my father chose that moment to come over and tell us that he had
to go, he was meeting someone in Peterborough at seven o'clock.

   "Erm dad, how am I going to get home?"

   "Well, Alan said that he'll give you a trial shift, a few hours of
training and he'll pay you until eleven o'clock...I'll be back by then to
take you home again!"

   I was a little confused, when I applied for a permission to work slip
from school, I was given a lecture on the law as it pertained to children
of school age, things like no more than two hours of work after school on a
weekday evening and no more than five hours of work at the weekends and
certainly no work after nine pm in the evenings...what my father had just
said would break two of those rules...a four hour shift on a weekday
evening and working past nine o'clock.

   As my father walked out of the hotel's bar, Alan was looking at me like
a starving man looking at a beef burger.

   "I need my staff to be willing to do everything from cleaning a dirty
bedroom to cooking a late night snack, booking new guests into the hotel
and cleaning the toilets...everything that's needed to keep our customers
happy...and the most important job...never divulging to anyone what goes on
in the hotel, people pay us for our discretion"

   The hotel was usually totally empty on Friday evenings, that's why Alan
didn't have any staff on to work, on Saturday afternoon, they got a few
weekenders, pleasure visitors, holidaymakers and on Sunday afternoons and
evenings, they got their main customer base, workers, salesmen, people on
training courses in local industries and the small, back street hotel,
would be totally full on Sunday evening...not that their busy was really
very busy, the hotel only had ten bedrooms and it didn't have a public bar
licence, so the only people that could buy a drink at the bar were
residents.

   "I deliberately didn't clean room number one so that you could get a
feel for how dirty a room could become after five nights of occupancy, the
resident was on a weeklong training course and his company don't pay to
have the room serviced during the week, just at the end of his stay."

   Room number one was right next to the office at the back of reception, I
was shown how to work the door locks with the hotel's master key and things
like changing the batteries in the locking mechanism and a quick rundown on
how to prepare a room for occupancy.

   I was taken to a small store room behind the bar that was called the
service room, inside that room was a trolley with all kinds of cleaning
equipment on it, there was a laundry sack in a holder for the dirty bed
linen and towels as well as the fresh linen stacked neatly below the
laundry sack and a small step at the back of the trolley to carry the
vacuum cleaner.

   I was told to put a housecoat on to protect my dress from the dirt, I
was also given a cordless phone, if it rang, I'd answer it saying that I
was housekeeping and ask what I could do for the caller and then we walked
along the passageway to room number one.

   I was given the guided tour of the room, all the places that had to be
wiped down, hoovered or sprayed, "Remember to check the drawers and inside
the wardrobe, if the previous guest has left anything of value, bring it to
the office so that we can phone the guest to reunite the lost or forgotten
item, any newspapers or magazines that you find, dump the newspaper in the
recycling bin and store any interesting magazines in the service room!"

   I opened the bedside drawer and found a 'Gentleman's special interest
magazine.'

   "Is this what you'd call an interesting magazine?"

   Alan grinned at me and then he encouraged me to flick through a few
pages as he looked over my shoulder, "Is this magazine like the ones that
your father has?"

   I shook my head, "I don't think that my dad has anything like this...not
that I've ever seen any way!"

   "I doubt that there's any man in the world that doesn't look at
magazines like this...or much worse on the internet!"

   I closed the magazine and dropped it, face down on the top of my trolley
as I stripped the bed, he watched how I was doing things and where he could
help, he told me better ways to do things.  I stripped and remade the bed,
emptied the rubbish bin that was full of wet tissues and stank like a
Turkish wrestler's jock strap.

   I mopped the bathroom floor, spritzed every hard surface with
antibacterial spray and polished the spray off with soft cloths.  There
were small bottles of shampoo and body wash to replenish and then tea and
coffee to refill.  Every move I made was watched by Alan like a hawk.  I
was well used to being in close proximity to hormonal boys of my own age
who would fuck any girl who let her guard down for two minutes but I knew
well how to deal with them, because of my many years of dance training, I
was probably stronger than most of the boys in my class anyway but what
about a forty something year old man...I could almost smell sex oozing out
of every pore in his body and he seemed to love invading my personal space
whenever he could.

   There was the sound of a phone ringing in the main office next to the
room that I was cleaning, Alan put his hand in the pocket of my borrowed
housecoat and pulled the phone out, he pressed the speaker function and
then called the phone in the office onto the cordless handset.

   "Coach and Horses hotel...how may I be of service?"

   "Erm, do you have any rooms to rent by the hour?"

   "We certainly do sir...we charge fifteen pounds an hour for the first
hour and then five pounds for each thirty minutes thereafter, the first
hour is charged in advance, if you think you'll need ninety minutes you can
pay twenty pounds up front or give the chambermaid the extra five pounds
when she comes to clean the room at the end of the first hour!"

   "An hour should be plenty, we're about ten minutes away, we'll see you
then!"

   Alan told me to take the trolley back to the service room, I wasn't
really interested in pornography but as I pushed the trolley down the
passageway, I flicked through a few of the pages...I'd never really been
interested in boys before, I knew all the girls that had already started
having sex with boys and they all seemed to be extremely popular with the
boys until after they gave away what the boy wanted and suddenly that boy
totally lost interest and one of his friends came knocking at the girl's
door.

   Well, I had no idea what sex was all about, didn't understand the
mechanics of it, all I'd seen was the downside, after the event, when the
boy wouldn't talk to the girl ever again and, strangely, how the girl
seemed to become desperate for sex after that first time, if it took the
first boy a fortnight's hard work to get into the girl's knickers, the
second boy would get in her in less than ten days of very little work and
the third boy would be less than a week...it was as if the girls got hooked
on sex and by the fifth boy, she'd be ready to let the sixth boy in her the
next day...the same day even, sometimes,...and I didn't really want to get
into that downward spiral but after looking at that book, after seeing
those pictures, I felt that I might like to try it someday soon!

   "Okay Sarah, you can leave the overall in the service room and come to
the back office with me and I'll show you how to make a booking for an
hourly room rental!"

   The office behind the reception desk was a little cramped, the hotel ran
two different computer systems, "If the screen is black with grey boxes to
fill in the guest's details, that's for rooms that are rented by the
day...if I plug this USB drive into this socket, the screen turns red with
white boxes that need to be filled in."

   He plugged the USB drive into the special socket and the screen suddenly
turned red, the customer's name was already filled in with 'Mr.  Smith' as
the customer's name and a fictitious address in Lancashire.  Alan created a
door key for room number one and he left me sitting in the back office
while he saw to his customer.

   He returned to the back office with a smile on his face, "Yet another
happily married couple...but, not to each other!"

   I heard a woman giggling behind me and had to look over my shoulder to
prove that there was actually a wall between me and the passageway behind
me, there was a whispered, "Not out here...wait until we get in the room!"
from the woman and then, "What room have we got?"

   The man whispered, "On its own...number one!"

   Another giggle from the woman followed by, "Just because my family
thinks I'm at bingo tonight, you don't have to pretend to be a bingo caller
all evening long!"

   I heard the beep that signified that the door lock had accepted the
electronic key and that they had thirty seconds to turn the handle to open
the bedroom door.  I followed the giggles along the left hand wall as they
walked through the room towards the bed.

   "Can people out in reception hear them as clearly as we can?"

   Alan shook his head, "That part of the wall has good soundproofing, when
I first opened the hotel after it had been closed for two years, something
had built a nest in this section of wall, I could afford to have the
infestation cleared out but the plaster board had to be removed from this
side and I can't afford to pay a professional to install the new
soundproofing and re-plaster the wall."

   I suddenly realised that I could see the skeleton of the wall, the
timber that made up the wall, even wires running from the ceiling to the
back of where the light switch was on the wall in room number one.

   There was a gasp and the sound of a slap and then there was a series of
slap...huh, slap...huh sounds that got steadily faster until the woman
started to beg him to do her harder, do her faster and she was swearing at
quite some volume.

   "Have you ever heard your mum and dad making that kind of noise in their
bedroom in the middle of the night?"

   I shook my head, "I don't think my mum and dad really like each other
enough to do anything like that!"

   "They do share a double bed though, don't they?"

   I nodded my head, they did share a bed but I'd never heard them making
any sounds like the man and woman were making in room number one.

   The woman's begging for harder, faster sex in room one turned into
howling at the moon and the slapping sound was more like machinegun fire it
was so fast, the thought, 'Is he slapping her?' ran through my head but I
didn't ask Alan what he thought, I didn't want to seem too naive to Alan. I
checked my watch, the couple were into their twenty-fifth minute, close to
half of their hour already up.

   Alan tapped my bare shoulder, "I asked you if listening to them fucking
turns you on?"

   I shrugged my shoulders, "Sorry, I was thinking...erm...about something,
you know, that my dad might have a library of illicit pornography at home
or that he and my mother might still have sex."

   "So...you not sure if listening to two people fucking in the next room
turns you on?"

   "Not sure what turned on really is!"

   "There's an easy way to tell, put your right hand on your right knee..."

   I sat looking at him, he nodded his head towards my right knee so I
moved my right hand to my right knee and placed it on top of my stocking
clad leg.

   "Now, slide your right hand up under the hem of your dress and feel the
crotch of your knickers."

   I took a while to comply, I only really did it because I realised that
he could just take me if he wanted too, we were locked inside an office
that was little bigger than a double bed and he was no pimply faced fifteen
year old boy, Alan was a man and he looked like he could be a weight lifter
or a boxer or something.  I slid my hand up under my dress, careful not to
expose too much to Alan as he sat on the edge of the desk.

   "Now...if the gusset of your knickers is wet...you're turned on and the
wetter your knickers are, the more turned on you are."

   I blushed, not just because he was watching me touching myself between
my legs but because I must have been really turned on because my knickers
were soaking wet between my legs and I was still feeling myself with the
fingers of my right hand.  He leaned down a little and put his right hand
on my left knee and started to open my knees wider.

   The desk phone chose that moment to explode, the bell was so loud that
it sounded like a fire alarm, I was so shocked that I almost levitated off
of the chair I was sitting in.  He let my left knee go free, "You answer
the phone this time!"

   I picked up the handset, "Good evening, Coach and Horses Hotel...how may
I help you?"

   My analytical brain switched in as I listened to the man on the other
end of the phone, "Do you have a room for rent by the hour?"...'He's around
fifty years old...probably a heavy smoker from the gravel in his voice and
definitely not originally from Northamptonshire!'

   I looked at Alan, "A room for rent by the hour sir?"

   Alan nodded his head, "We've just had a room serviced sir...it's fifteen
pounds for the first hour and five pounds for every thirty minutes after
the first hour.  The first hour is cash in advance, if you need longer, you
can pay for that time up front too, or, just pay for the first hour and if
you find that you need longer, you can pay the chambermaid for extra time
in cash when she comes to service your room!"

   "We'll be there in five to ten minutes."

   "I'll see you then sir."

   Alan smiled and nodded his head, "Very impressive Sarah, you remembered
everything very well, now can you remember how to book the guest in on the
computer?"

   I picked up the little memory stick and went to push it into the left
hand side USB port, "This hole?"

   "No, the middle port!"

   I pushed the memory stick into the computer, in the correct hole and the
screen flipped from black to red, again, the basic information had been
filled in automatically.  This time, it was a Mr Jones from Liverpool,
there was a flashing button asking me if I wanted to code up a key-card to
open the room, Alan told me to choose room two, the room directly opposite
the room that was already in use.

   "When the guests turn up, you meet them in reception and show them to
room two, after you unlock their door for them, ask if there's anything
that you can do for them."

   I spotted the couple walk in through the front door on the CCTV monitor
and met them in reception before the man could press the call button to
tell us that he was there.

   I took the fifteen pounds and resisted the temptation to say "Hi Kelly!"
to the girl he was with, Kelly was two years ahead of me at school, so that
made her just seventeen years old and she was about to share a bed for an
hour with a man who was fifty years old if he was a day.

   Kelly didn't recognise me one little bit, she was our school netball
captain so all the girls of my year knew her, most of us hero-worshipped
her but she only actually saw those girls that her 'Gay-dar' picked up
after a game and she'd take the girl off to ruin her for all men for the
rest of her target's life.

   I took them through to room two, unlocked the door and handed him the
key-card, "Is there anything else that I can get you sir?"

   "Could I have an extra bath towel please?"

   "Certainly sir...I'll be right back!"

   I jogged down to the service room and found an extra towel and jogged
back, I knocked on the door to room two, "Housekeeping sir...I have your
extra towel!"

   "It's okay, come in!"

   I used my pass key to open the door, Kelly's clothes were forming a
trail of breadcrumbs from the outer door to the bathroom door, I pushed the
door open and found Kelly, naked in the bath tub, her wrists were tied
together and looped through the pipe work for the shower and he was giving
her a bath while she was tied up...he was just as naked as she was.  I
calmly folded the fresh towel over the towel rail and backed away slowly as
Kelly started to climax from his fingers under the warm water.

   I stopped outside room one's door and listened, the woman was still
gasping through the same massive orgasm chain that she had been running
through when I left the back office, I looked at my watch, there was only
five minutes left of their hour.

   I popped my head around the door of the office, "Room one's about to run
out of time, shall I get ready to service their room?"

   Alan checked his own watch, then he listened to the couple fucking in
room one again through the poorly insulated wall, don't bother fetching
your trolley...they're nowhere near finishing yet, give them two more
minutes and knock on the door, tell them that you're housekeeping and that
their time is up!"

   I stood outside the door to room number one, looking at my watch and
listening to them fucking, "Housekeeping, can I clean your room please
sir?"

   The sounds of fucking stopped and the bedroom door opened, the man was
in his thirties, he was stark bullock naked and he had a cock that was the
size and girth of a softball bat, he had his wallet in his hand and was
pulling a five pound note out of the leather folds to pay for an extra half
hour.

   "Peter...I'm getting cold...I need you back right now!" he gave me an
exasperated look and looked over his shoulder, before he closed the door, I
saw the woman on the bed, I only saw up as high as her breasts, she was
very slim, big breasts, shaved pussy, shapely legs, from what I could see
of her body, she could easily have been my age but her voice was older.

   He looked back at me, thanked me for the extra time and he closed the
door.

   I got to three Mississippi's before the slapping sounds started all over
again...my analytical brain kicked in and I replayed her voice again, just
to try and make up my mind about her age and then that little light bulb
floated above my head illuminated by the spark of sudden recognition, 'Wait
a darn-gone-minute...I recognise that voice.'

   I went into the office and handed the extra five pounds over to Alan,
"Erm Alan, did the couple in room one come in one car or two?"

   "Two cars I think, he was in a big gas guzzler and she was in a handbag
sized car I think."

   I rushed out into the car park and checked the cars, I was right, I did
recognise the voice of the woman begging the man to go back to her in bed
to fuck her, there was a large, silver, Volvo 'XC90' parked right next to a
little, pink, Fiat five hundred but that wasn't the clincher for me, the
clincher was the little Fiat's number plate...

   My dad actually paid three hundred pounds for that number plate for my
mother's car when he bought her the new Fiat, he said that it was meant to
say 'Free love' but naturally, you can't actually make that statement up
easily on a UK number plate.

   I walked slowly back to the office and stood looking at the thin wall,
focussing my ears on my mother being fucked by a stranger in a back street
hotel.

   Alan was sitting on the chair working the computer, he had just coded a
key-card when he looked up at me, "Is everything okay Sarah?"

   "No...erm...well, I don't think so.  I actually think that the woman in
room one might be my mother...well, her car is the handbag sized car in the
car park at least."

   Alan patted my bottom, "It's just sex, the man she's with isn't from
around here, he's probably just a casual pick up that she'll never see
again!"

   There was another howl at the moon from my mother followed by,
"No...don't stop...keep...F...U...C...K...I...N...G...meeeeeee!"

   Alan squeezed my left bum cheek to pull my attention from my mother's
orgasm, "Some people pay a thousand pounds a year to go to a gym to keep in
shape, your mother uses sex to keep fit and it doesn't cost her a penny, in
fact, men are willing to pay her to help them to keep fit!"

   The buzzer sounded, I flicked my eyes to the CCTV monitor, Kelly was in
reception, her hair in straggles of damp rat's tails and she was wearing
what looked like a silk kimono.  Alan squeezed past me, making sure that I
felt his erection pressing against my back, hip and stomach through our
clothes as he passed me, he opened the office door, "What can I do for you
Kelly?"

   "I need a drink!"

   "Usual darling?"

   "Please Alan."

   "You could have called housekeeping you know!"

   "I could if you hadn't put me in room two, that phone hasn't worked in
weeks."

   "I'm sorry about that Kelly, the repair man was due to call in today, he
might make it in tomorrow, I'll have Sarah bring it to you as soon as I've
mixed it!"

   Kelly went back to her room and I was taken down to the bar.

   "Kelly always drinks a Brandy Alexander when she's at work so I keep all
of the ingredients to make them for her."

   Alan poured two measures of brandy into a cocktail shaker over ice, then
he poured a single measure of dark creme de cacao and a measure of fresh
Cornish cream.  The mixture was shaken for a minute and then it was
strained into a coupe glass and it was dusted with nutmeg.

   I went to take the glass off of Alan to take it to Kelly but he didn't
give it to me, "I'll carry this, room one's time is up, you'll need your
trolley to clean the room."

   "You can't expect me to go back to room one, my mother's in there!"

   "You have to face things like this if you want to work here Sarah, it's
your mother today, it could be your grandfather next week or your
grandmother, it's all just part of the job, no matter who's using the rooms
or what they're using it for is all just something to deal with as it crops
up."

   So I collected my trolley and put my overall on, I followed Alan to room
two, he checked his watch, "Serve Kelly first, give room one a few more
seconds to finish off."

   I knocked on the door to room two, "Room service, I have your drink
madam!"

   There was a mumbled "Come in."

   I unlocked the door and walked in, Kelly was naked again but, even
though she was in the bathroom, she wasn't in the bath this time, she was
standing at the side of the bath, he was behind her, it took me a moment or
two to realise that he was actually connected to her at the groin, his cock
was in her body and as I looked through the bathroom door, he pushed her
forward, pushing her head into the bath full of water.  I could tell that
it was only playacting on her part but she made it look very convincing
that he was trying to drown her.

   "Shall I leave your drink out here madam?"

   Kelly lifted her head out of the water, she coughed and spluttered, "No,
bring it in here for me please."

   I looked at the elderly man, it had excited him far more because I was
walking in the room than just fucking Kelly was doing, he rammed his cock
into her from behind with such force that his abdomen caused a familiar
slapping sound against Kelly's buttocks.

   Kelly lifted onto the tips of her toes and climbed off of his cock, she
took her glass off of me and sipped at her drink, they were both looking at
me as I backed out of the bathroom, Kelly put her glass down on the top of
the toilet and returned to her position in front of the bath tub, she
leaned forward and he moved in behind her again, he rammed his cock into
her and grabbed her around her throat and pushed her head into the bath
full of water again.

   The man fucking Kelly was looking into my eyes as Kelly fought with him
to get her head out of the water but he was still holding her in place as
he grinned at me.

   I closed the outer door to bedroom number two as Kelly started
spluttering and coughing again, her head out of the water at last.

   I knocked on the door to room number one, it opened, he was still naked
but what had been a softball bat standing to attention, looking up at my
face, was now looking at my highly polished shoes through its one eye and
it was crying a thick slime down onto his feet.

   "My friend's just using the toilet, you can start cleaning the room, you
don't have to tell your boss I hope...don't want to have to fork out
another fiver, just for using the toilet."

   The bathroom door was actually wide open and as I walked past the man, I
didn't need to wonder if the women he'd been fucking was my mother, she was
sitting right there on the toilet, she moaned, "Fucking hell, how long has
it been since you last emptied your balls...it'll take me hours to dry out
after this load."

   I pulled the duvet cover off of the bed and tossed it into the space
close to the outer door, I looked back into the bathroom, the man was
pulling his shirt over his head and my mother had his cock in her mouth,
sucking the last of the slime that was leaking out of his cock as the rest
of his spunk was dripping out of her pussy.

   "Can you pass me my dress please love?"

   I took a deep breath and passed her dress through to her whilst trying
to keep my face hidden from her.

   I stripped the bottom sheet off of the bed and the pillow cases off of
the pillows, I was transferring all of the bed linen into the bag on my
trolley when my mother and the man walked past me, my mother thanked me and
he slapped my bottom playfully as he passed me.

   I felt the mattress, that too was soaking wet, so I flipped it over so
that the wet side was against the springs.  I checked the towels in the
bathroom, they hadn't been used so I didn't bother replacing them, I just
wiped down all of the hard surfaces.  While I was in the bathroom I heard
Alan talking to someone outside room number three, the door to bedroom
three closed and then Alan appeared at my side in the bathroom of bedroom
number one.

   "Well, was it awkward when your mother saw you?"

   I shook my head, "I don't think she even looked at me...didn't even know
who I was!"

   "The thing is, chambermaids are almost invisible to the women who come
in here to rent a room by the hour but the men see you...and talking of the
men seeing you, what did you think of the guy that was fucking your
mother?"

   I felt my face blush again as I looked from the sink that I was just
wiping down to Alan's face, I forced a smile, "I guess he was quite good
looking and he had..."

   "Had what?"

   "...had a better looking cock than any of the men in that magazine that
was left in this room by the previous guest!"

   Alan laughed at my answer, "Well, I have his card, if you're interested
in spending an hour with him in one of my bedrooms, he'll pay you a hundred
pounds an hour and he'll give you a good time as well!"

   'Shit in a hand cart!' popped into my head...I'd gone from a fifteen
year old girl that had no interest in...and only a vague idea about the
mechanicals of sex and in just one evening, I'd read a hard core
pornographic book...well, looked at the pictures at least, I'd seen my
first real life cock out in the open...and it was a beauty...I'd seen my
first prostitute working her customer...I'd even seen my mother sucking the
spunk out of a man's cock that had just fucked her for ninety minutes flat
and now I was being propositioned...offered money, one hundred pounds, if I
let a man fuck me...a man that had just fucked my mother.

   My cordless phone rang before I could fully appreciate what Alan had
just told me, I pulled it out of my pocket, the screen display said that
the call was from room number three, "Housekeeping...how may I help you?"

   "Do you sell condoms love?"

   I muted the phone and looked at Alan, "Do we sell condoms?"

   Alan nodded his head, "Eight pounds for three, I keep them in my office,
bottom drawer on the left!"

   I unmuted the phone, "We do sir, we charge eight pounds for a pack of
three."

   He wanted a pack and I told him that I'd be right over, Alan followed me
into the office, I pulled the bottom drawer open and found boxes of
condoms, tubes of lubricant but that wasn't all, there were various
different sizes of dildo and vibrators as well as what looked like
oversized chess pawns spilling out of that drawer.

   I selected the box of condoms and walked towards room three, Alan was
following me like a puppy, grinning and chuckling as he followed me.

   I knocked on the door to room number three, "Housekeeping!"

   The door opened, the man was naked but then I was getting used to seeing
naked men as I worked, "That'll be eight pounds please sir!"

   I looked at the bed, it was like earlier when I had looked at my mother
as she waited for her lover to return but this time, the woman didn't have
large firm breasts, a shaved pussy mound and shapely legs...rather, a hairy
chest, a small cock surrounded with ginger hairs and a long ball sack
hanging below the cock...'So, not a woman then!' popped into my head.

   I was presented with a ten pound note, "I'll be right back with your
change sir!"

   "Don't trouble yourself my dear, keep the two pounds as a tip."

   "Thank you sir, have a pleasant...evening!"

   The man left room two as the door to room three closed, he was fully
dressed and he smiled at me as he headed for the exit into reception.

   I stopped bedroom two's door closing and walked in, "Housekeeping...can
I clean the room now please madam?"

   There was a muffled mumble from the bathroom, I pushed the door open and
found Kelly bound hand and foot on the bathroom floor, her mouth was gagged
and she was trying to ask me to untie her.  I removed her gag and she spat
the contents of her mouth onto the floor, a thick wad of slime, similar to
the slime I'd seen falling from my mother's lover's cock earlier.

   "Fucking weirdo...I'm going to have to start charging weirdoes treble
from now on, all this shit isn't worth just doubling the charge."

   I struggled to untie her hands, he was good at knots and the rope being
wet made it doubly hard to unfasten them.

   "I do hope that this little incident isn't going to be all around the
playground at school on Monday Sarah!"

   I gasped, "You know me?"

   "I didn't recognise you at first...I set my sights on you when you were
dancing at my year six dance recital...I loved your short hair back then
and your boyish hips.  I was trying to undress you after the show when your
father rushed in and stopped me, he told you that he was in a hurry to get
home and that you could wait until you were at home to get changed out of
your costume...by the time my year seven dance recital came around, you'd
started to grow these..." she prodded my right breast through my dress and
bra with her newly freed hands and I moved down to her feet to try and free
them.  "...I was so bloody disappointed that you'd already started to
develop breasts when you were only ten years old but I spotted Amy Bolter,
the nine year old from Sundown Dance Academy and she made a fun toy for me
to play with for the next two years, until she grew up as well!"

   I remembered back to those occasions that I'd seen Kelly pick up a girl
in the past, the girls were always very young, often they had long bubbly
hair when Kelly picked them out and within days, the younger girl had her
hair restyled into a short boy's haircut and within days, the younger girl
would start to dress like a boy and act the boy's role...making her a
laughing stock at school.

   I had no idea that Kelly had set her cap at me, I remembered one of the
older dancers taking an interest in me back then but I didn't realise that
it was Kelly but then I didn't really know her until I moved into the
comprehensive school and got to see her in sporting events where she
excelled in almost every kind of sport.

   I finally managed to free her feet and helped her to stand up, "You're
okay Kelly...you're covered by the 'client - chambermaid' confidentiality
clause."

   The bathroom was a disaster zone, the floor soaking wet, the walls and
ceiling were wet, even the toilet roll was soaking wet but, the bed hadn't
been touched.  I wouldn't have to clean the bedroom area at all, just mop
the bathroom and wipe every surface down, then replace the towels and put a
new toilet roll in the holder.

   I took my trolley back to the service room, Kelly was sitting at the bar
talking to Alan when I walked in, I checked my watch, it was already eleven
o'clock, the time seemed to have flown by but then I'd been on the go all
evening, what with all the learning and cleaning work that I'd been doing.

   Kelly was just telling Alan that it had been a quiet week, "I'd been
warned about tonight's customer because he's so weird but I thought that
charging him double would make it worthwhile but...look at my neck, he
almost bloody strangled me to death!"

   She was showing Alan her neck but I saw it as well, one large bruise on
the left side of her throat and four smaller bruises on the right hand side
of her throat from where his fingers had pressed in hard while he was
trying to strangle her.

   I was about to ask why he had tried to strangle her but my father chose
that moment to walk in, "Have you had a good time darling?"

   I checked my watch...deep inside, I wanted to deny the time...I'd come
so close to sex during the evening, had a man touching me, making
suggestions to me...I was wishing that it was only ten o'clock and that
Alan would have another hour to make his move properly...mind you, he
seemed to be more interested in Kelly at that moment.

   I nodded my head, "It's been very interesting..." I was suddenly
distracted by the two men from room number three walking to their cars in
the car park, I turned to Alan, "...do you want me to service room number
three before I go Alan?"

   "It's up to you Sarah...officially, you can knock off now and I'll have
to sort out room three myself."

   "I'll do it, shouldn't take me very long!"

   Dad was offered a drink but he turned it down, I looked over at him,
"You can come and keep me company while I clean the room dad."

   I pointed in the direction of room three, "I'll just pick up my cleaning
trolley and meet you outside room number three!"

   I popped the pornographic magazine back on the top of the trolley, face
down, so as to not be too obvious and wheeled the trolley to the room.

   There were two used condoms in the bin, just from looking at them, I
could tell where they had been used as well as the fact that the cocks that
had been encased in the condoms were very different sizes.  I gave my
father a confused look but he was already flicking through the magazine.

   I picked the bin up and carried it to my trolley to dump its contents in
the bin on the trolley, "Do you have any magazines like that at home dad?"

   He looked at me and smiled, "I have a few magazines at home but not
quite like this one...this magazine would be classed as illegal in England,
it was published in America by the looks of it."

   I smiled at myself...'So, he does have a collection of dirty books at
home!'

   I stripped the bed and remade it, I noticed that because of what the two
men had been doing to each other the bottom sheet was particularly badly
stained and not just clear liquid stains, the stains on the bottom sheet
were more chocolate than vanilla ice cream stains like on the earlier beds
that I'd changed.

   Dad was still reading the magazine when I'd finished servicing the room,
"I think that you can take that book with you if you like dad!"

   I asked Alan if he wanted me to go into work again and he told me that
he wanted me from six pm to eleven o'clock on Saturday, that one shift
would have used up all of my legal working hours for the whole weekend but
I didn't say anything about that, I just hoped that I'd have as much fun on
Saturday as I'd had today.  I looked over my shoulder as I left the bar,
Kelly and Alan were looking very comfortable, sitting together in the bar
of an empty hotel at eleven thirty at night.

   I climbed into my father's car and locked the seatbelt into place, he
still hadn't started the car's engine though, "Well, did you learn anything
this evening?"

   I smiled at him and even though I'd never done it before, I sneaked a
crafty look down at his lap to see if his flagpole was inflated or
not...the smile for him turned into a smile at myself, I'd seen my dad jump
to attention just six hours ago and now I wanted to see it again...I wanted
to test him against my recent encyclopaedia of cocks to see how he compared
with them.

   "Did you see or do anything interesting this evening?"

   "What do you mean dad?"

   "Well, I've known a few of the girls that Alan has employed in the past,
they all say that you girls see a lot of naked men and sex going on in the
hourly rented bedrooms...some even say that they have had a little fun with
Alan from time to time too!"

   "Did you think that Alan might have tried it on with me when we were
alone?"

   He turned the key in the ignition and slipped his car into first gear,
"Well, it would have been about time...by the time your mother was your
age...you were already swimming in her belly...and your mother had been out
with hundreds of men before me!"

   "Mum wasn't pregnant with me when she was only fifteen years old was
she?"

   "We've never told you anything about how you came about because ...well,
your mother always thought that you wouldn't be able to handle the truth."

   "So...are you telling me that mum is only thirty years old?"

   He nodded his head.

   "Oh!  I always thought that she was...well...like your age, I thought
that she was over forty at least."

   The car reached ten miles an hour and dad pulled the gearstick back into
second gear...when I was younger, if I was sitting in the car next to him
on a drive, when he put the car into second gear, he would squeeze my upper
thigh playfully, causing me to wriggle around in the seat trying to push
his hand off of my usually bare legs..o.but I was just a child then, not a
sophisticated young woman wearing stockings and a sexy dress.

   I looked down at his hand, his palm was still on top of the gearstick
but his little finger was stretched away from his hand, the tip of his
little finger stroking up and down my stocking covered thigh close to the
bottom hem of my sexy new dress.

   We had to stop as we were about to join what used to be the main road
between Northampton and Kettering before they built the new 'A6' trunk
road, and travellers bypassed our sleepy little village more than twenty
years ago.  It was twenty minutes to midnight and we suddenly had a traffic
jam...two cars were driving slowly from Kettering towards our village.  The
area was suddenly lit up by an orange glow as the lead car in the jam
indicated that it was turning left on to Slash Lane and their previous slow
progress slowed even more as all the cars in the two car traffic jam
followed suit.

   I chuckled, "They're going to be disappointed when they find that they
can't get out onto the A6 down that road!"

   I had expected my dad to pull out onto Back Lane as soon as the two car
rush hour had cleared the junction into Slash Lane but we were still just
sitting there at the hotel's car park's exit, I looked over at my father's
face, illuminated as it was by his speedometer...his shoulders were
shaking, he was giggling as he looked at me.

   "WHAT!"

   There was laughter in his voice as he said, "I blame your mother for
wrapping you in cotton wool all these years!"

   "What do you mean?"

   "The first car was being driven by a woman and she was on her own in the
car...the second car was being driven by a man...also on his own...I don't
think that they're looking for a way onto the A6, I think that they're
looking for a little privacy!"

   "Are they cheapskates or something, it's only fifteen quid for a room in
the hotel for an hour!"

   He shook his head, "They may not know that the Coach and Horses rents
rooms by the hour...they might just like doing it in the open air or they
might like being watched as they do it!"

   I was shaking my head in disbelief as my dad started rolling forward, he
was a little distracted for a moment and then he suddenly made up his mind
and swung the steering wheel to the left and turned his headlights off.  He
followed the other two cars down Slash Lane, using the light wash from
their cars to see his way by.  The first car stopped a few yards from the
fence that blocked our path onto the A6 eight feet above us...Slash Lane
had run for another mile after the A6 before they built the road, it
stopped at a small hamlet of five houses.  It had just been simple
economics but when they built the new A6, a junction between Slash Lane and
the A6 would have cost ninety thousand pounds and delayed the A6's opening
by three months...putting a bridge over Slash Lane would have cost half a
million pounds and held the opening up by six months, so they just cut
Slash Lane into two with the new road.

   I saw the man jump out of the second car and he got into the back seat
of the first car, the woman left her driving seat and she climbed into the
back seat as well.  Both cars were in total darkness for five minutes and
then the interior light of the first car was turned on and I could see the
man and woman kissing in the back seat.

   My dad said, "I think there's a peeping Tom looking at them!"

   'How the hell can he see a peeping Tom in the total darkness? ...  even
the moon is totally blocked by clouds tonight!'

   "Look, he's blocking the interior light out!"

   I saw the shadow crossing the rear window of the parked car, I couldn't
actually see the peeping Tom, just the disturbance that he was making in
the force and he seemed to be coming closer to us."

   "He's going to be really disappointed when he reaches us and sees that
we aren't doing anything!"

   Dad put his hand on my upper thigh, just below the bottom hem of my
dress and gave it a gentle squeeze, "You could always flash your knickers
at him...it'll give him a thrill and won't cost you a penny!"

   I gave my dad my best shocked look but it was totally wasted as it was
still totally dark...'actually, I could take my dress all the way off in
here and neither he, nor my father would see anything because of the total
blackout.'

   My dad was moving his hand in small circled on my leg, he was moving
gradually from close to my knee and up to the hem of my dress slowly. 
Three things suddenly happened at the same moment, the peeping Tom's
forehead touched the window in the front door on my side of the car...my
father pushed the bottom hem of my dress up as high as my knickers,
exposing the bare flesh above my stocking tops...and a break appeared in
the clouds firing a shaft of moonlight down into the car from my father's
side of the car.

   I looked at the peeper's face and pressed the window's control button to
open the window..."Evening Mr Ball...nice night for a walk in the country!"

   I looked down at the gleaming white band of exposed flesh between my
stockings and my knickers and at my father's fingers playing in the gap, I
totally missed my geography teacher running four hundred meters in ten
seconds flat and terminating his run with a perfect vault of the fence at
the side of the A6.

   "How come you knew his name Sarah?"

   I closed the window, "He's my geography teacher...I'm probably going to
get...either a very good mark on my next geography test or a very bad one
for giving him that shock!"

   Dad laughed, "He should change to sports, the speed he covered the
distance to that fence and the way he took it in his stride!"

   A car drove slowly past us and stopped with its passenger door next to
my father's door and he wound his window down, dad wound his window down
too, the man driving the fourth car said, "Are you here to watch or are you
taking part mate?"

   My dad looked over at me and then back at the other driver, "We're just
here to watch this time...see how things go!"

   I realised that with the shaft of moonlight streaming in through my
father's window, the man in the other car could see my black knickers and
my father's fingers brushing from the outside of my right thigh, across the
band of white flesh to the point where my soaking wet gusset was trapped
between my thighs.

   The other car moved forward a few feet, 'I wonder if I should brush my
dad's hand away before he goes too far?' popped into my head but I
questioned myself why that thought hadn't occurred to me until after the
other driver had moved his car...  'Mmmmmm...it seemed okay to me to let my
dad touch between my legs while the other man was watching and I only
considered moving his hand after the other man stopped looking at us.'

   Dad gave my upper thigh another squeeze but because of where his fingers
were now, that squeeze pushed his fingertips against my soaking wet crotch,
"Shall we go and have a look...see what they're doing over there?"

   I nodded my head and opened my door, just as the driver of the fourth
car opened his door, he looked over at me and smiled...the only reason I
could see him so clearly was because we were both lit up by the headlights
of two more cars driving down Slash Lane towards us.

   The lights were turned off as the fifth and sixth cars stopped behind my
dad's car and my dad walked up to me on my right hand side, he looped his
arm across my lower back and suddenly, in the darkness, I realised that the
driver of the fourth car had sidled up to me on my left hand side, his
right arm kept brushing against my left arm, he looked around in front of
me, "I'm Paul by the way!" ...  he wasn't talking to me, he was aiming his
greeting at my father.

   "I'm John and this is Sarah...I'm pleased to meet you!"

   'My daughter...' I added the missing part of my father's statement
inside my head as I wondered why he hadn't filled Paul in with that little
nugget of information!

   We stood on the right hand side of the first car, there were apparently
no seats in the car at all, the back of the car looked like it was just one
big bed.  I leaned in and whispered in my dad's ear, "What kind of car is
it?" I didn't say what was actually in my mind, 'To have a built in double
bed in it instead of seats!'

   Dad shrugged his shoulders, he didn't recognise the make of car, Paul
leaned in to me, his lips touching my ear and he whispered, "It's an old
Subaru Forester...very useful at times like this!"

   The man and the woman in the car seemed to get a bigger kick out of
knowing that there were strangers watching them.  More men turned up from
the last two cars...not just two men though, there were four or five men
now grouped around the left hand side of the car, one of the new arrivals
knocked on the back window of the car.  The couple changed position, the
man mounted the woman from behind as she wound down the window that had
just been knocked and she started sucking that man's cock through the open
window.

   I felt a tentative hand touching my bottom, not my father's hand, it was
Paul's right hand, my dad dropped his arm down from across my lower back,
he pressed his lips against my ear, "Why don't you offer Paul a little kiss
and cuddle?"

   My instant reaction was one of shock but I soon shook that off, my dad
had already told me that he thought that I was ready for sex...that my
mother had been with hundreds of boys by the time...no, wait, he didn't say
hundreds of boys, he said men, hundreds of men...so why shouldn't I start
out by kissing Paul...take my first tentative steps down the pathway to
sex?

   I turned my back on my father to face Paul, he didn't move his hand from
my bum so by the time I was facing him, his right arm was over my shoulder,
pulling my body into his...I talked myself out of puckering my lips up like
a baby would offer a man a kiss, I just played it cool and let Paul press
his lips against mine, a long kiss...a long ordinary kiss, not like the
kisses I'd seen film stars doing in the movies before.  As we kissed, his
left hand moved up to cover my breast through my dress and bra...a few
squeezes and then his lips left mine, he pulled me away from my father and
whispered, "I want to fuck you...can I?"

   I shook my head, "I'm still a virgin!"

   He stroked his left hand down from my breast, down over my ribs, over my
stomach and abdomen, he stopped momentarily just a millimetre or two away
from the start of my pussy mound, "It looked to me like the two of you were
about to fuck when I stopped to talk to John before I parked up.

   He rubbed his fingertips over my pussy mound...still through my dress
and knickers, his lips covered mine again, the tip of his tongue eased its
way into my mouth and then his fingertips moved lower, suddenly there was
only my knickers between his hand and my pussy.  He was rotating me
slightly and moving me a little further away from the couple fucking in the
car, further away from my father, away from the light spilling out of the
car and away into the darkness.

   He was about to pull my knickers down, he'd worked my dress up above the
waistband of my knickers and at the last minute, his hands stopped pulling
at my clothes and he seemed to step away from me...no...wait, I was moving
away from him.  I checked my movement, stopped myself pulling away from
him. Started to close the gap between us again, I only knew where he was
from the sound of his breathing, I bumped into him, there was heat against
my bare abdomen, my knickers were about a half way down over my pussy mound
when he stopped pulling at them and now, his bare cock was pressing into my
belly.

   "If I can't fuck you, at least give me a wank!"

   My hand searched for his cock in the darkness, he cupped my hand in his
and pulled it into place over the head of his cock, I just stood there, my
hand now holding the head of his cock but I wasn't moving my hand, he
pulled my knickers down to my knees and pushed his left hand between my
legs, twisting his hand to force my legs apart, turning it palm up, a
finger seeking out my moist hole in the dark.

   His right hand helped me to get the wanking started and then he left me
to it as he gave me an orgasm...my first ever orgasm from a man's fingers.

   There was a little flurry of movement as he dragged the front of my
dress up with his right hand, flipping the front of my dress backwards over
my head so that I was now wearing it like a bolero jacket, my shoulders
trapping my dress to stop it falling onto the grass behind me and all the
time he was exposing my body he kept up the action of his left hand between
my legs keeping me gasping through a massive orgasm.  The cups of my bra
were pulled up under my chin and he started to kiss my breasts and bite my
nipples.

   I was suddenly in the spotlight, the clouds above me had parted and the
beam of moonlight lit a three meter circle around my almost naked body, my
knickers were now around my knees and my bra under my chin, he even stopped
playing with my tits and pussy and was standing back, looking at my body in
the bright beam of light...he'd stood back but not so far away that I
couldn't keep my hand in contact with his cock.

   I looked over towards the car, I could see my father looking over his
shoulder at me and giving me an encouraging nod and smile.  Two of the
other men had spotted what I was doing with Paul and had started to move
away from the car to get a closer look at me.

   Paul whispered, "Masturbate yourself as well as me darling!"

   I dropped my right hand between my legs and started to massage my
clitoris and labia as the two men shuffled in closer, they had their cocks
in their hands and they were masturbating themselves as they moved in
closer to me.  Paul gasped and spat his jizz all over my hand, wrist and
left hip, he backed away from me and a second cock was pressed against my
hand and I just started to wank it without really thinking about it.  The
second man pulled my right hand from between my legs and he put it on his
cock as he started to kiss and bite my right breast as his hand took over
the pleasure between my legs.  The first man moved his mouth to my right
breast, I looked over at my dad again, he was facing me now, his cock in
his own hand and he was rubbing himself as he watched me playing with two
cocks while their owners played with my tits.

   The only sounds in the whole world were the sounds of the couple in the
Subaru fucking, the rustle of my arms moving in and out of the loop of
material around my shoulder and the occasional gasp of pleasure from me or
the two men I was servicing with my hands and suddenly there was a seventy
decibel tune, a series of six tones, seemingly at random coming from my
father's direction.  I saw him look down at his right pocket as a second
series of six tones played a different discordant tune, it took less than a
second for my father to work out what the two tunes meant and he called
out, "Police!" before rushing over to me as he pushed his cock back into
his trousers, he pushed the two men away from me and I closed my legs,
causing my knickers to fall to my ankles.

   Dad bent down in front of me, I felt his breath on my pussy because his
mouth was so close, he tapped my left foot, "Lift!" he held my knickers in
place as I lifted my left foot and then he tapped my right foot, he didn't
have to say lift this time, I'd already lifted my right foot.  He quickly
pushed my knickers into his trouser pocket.  I was a little frozen, as were
the others in the moonlit tableaux but my father was acting at full speed,
he didn't bother about my bra, he left that hiked up under my chin, he went
straight into helping me to get the front of my dress back over my head in
in its proper place in front of my body.

   I saw the interior light go off in the Subaru car and the men looking in
the windows were now moving towards their own cars.  My dad used his car
key to unlock his car but he didn't pull me towards his car, he pulled me
the few feet towards the A6, up the eight foot high embankment and he
helped me to climb over the fence and pulled me towards the slip road off
of the A6 towards our village.

   We were just a few feet along the A6 when the end of Slash Lane was lit
up like a Christmas with red and blue lights, at least four police cars had
crept along Slash lane and now they were arresting peopl right left and
centre.

   Dad laughed, "Did you enjoy that?"

   I gave a nervous laugh, "Well, up to the point that you went crazy and
the police almost caught me playing with two men while I was naked at the
side of the road...it was great!"

   "Why didn't you let Paul fuck you?"

   I was struggling to pop my tits back into my bra while my dress was
still covering my body, "Well, I didn't really stop him...he asked me if he
could fuck me and I told him that I was still a virgin and he seemed happy
to use my hand for his fun!  How did you know that the police were going to
turn up?"

   He took his car keys out of his pocket, he had a little electronic
gadget hanging from his key ring, "This is a radio detector, if a radio
transmits anywhere in a five hundred yard radius, this will pick it up,
because the police use digital encryption, all I get is white noise but
when they first send a radio message, there is a tone key generated to
identify the caller, the tones aren't encoded so I can hear the little tune
that's played.  As soon as I realised that there were two different police
radios in the area I knew that it was going to be a bust."

   "Why did you unlock your car before we left Slash Lane?"

   "Eventually, the police will realise that they don't have anyone
connected to my car, then the police will check the registration number and
find our address but that will take them between thirty minutes and an hour
and they'll either come to the house or ring me to ask me why my car is
parked on Slash Lane in the middle of a dogging site...I'll tell them that
my car is parked on the drive in front of the house and then discover that
it has been stolen, that will stop them asking me any awkward questions!"

   We walked past a truck rest area on the A6, dad said, "This must be
where your geography teacher parked his car to go peeping around Slash
Lane!"

   We reached the main road into our village and started walking back
towards Slash Lane.  As we neared our house, dad stopped me and put his
finger against my lips to stop me talking, he pressed his lips against my
ear, "Someone is peeping at your mother...look!"

   The only light in the whole village was our living room light, the
clouds had closed in once again so there was no help from the moon but
suddenly there was help from a mobile disco as it raced from the A6 towards
Slash Lane, the peeper had rushed down the side of our house so that the
driver of the police 'K9' unit didn't see him lurking under our living room
window.

   We walked past 'Free Love' on the drive and I looked through the window
at my mother, all she was wearing was a sexy see through nighty and was
lounging on the sofa with her legs pointing at the window and as she
watched the TV, she was toying with her pussy...not quite masturbating,
just letting her fingers dabble in and around her hairless pussy.

   Dad opened the front door and shouted out, if the phone rings, let me
answer it darling!"

   Mum pulled the living room door open, "Shhhh!  You'll wake Sarah and I
want a little fun before we...go...to...bed"

   Her statement slowed towards the end when she saw me standing behind my
father, "I thought that you were in bed darling, where have you been until
this time of the night?"

   "I had an interview at the Coach and Horses and Alan gave me a trial
shift to see if I was suitable!"

   It looked like someone had just hit my mother in the face, she staggered
backwards and took in how I was dressed, "Oh my God...you were working as a
chambermaid!"

   I nodded my head.

   Dad suggested that I get changed for bed and get my clothes in the wash
overnight so that I could wear it for my shift tomorrow evening.

   I went up to my room, changed into my nighty and put my dressing gown on
top before taking my bra and dress down to the kitchen, I opened the
washing machine and found that my dad had already put my knickers in it, I
threw my dress and bra into the machine as well as a few of the other dark
clothes from our dirty laundry basket and I kicked the machine into life
before walking through to the living room.

   The telephone rang, my dad let it ring for two minutes before he pressed
the hands free button, he yawned and coughed and said, "Do you know what
the time is?"

   The voice on the loudspeaker apologised for waking him, "Are you the
owner of a red BMW seven series motorcar registration number, 'JC51LAW'?"

   "I am."

   "Can you tell me where your car is right now sir?"

   "Yes, it's been parked on the driveway outside my house since I got home
from work at seven PM this evening!"

   "Could you check if your car is still there please sir!"

   My dad kissed my mother and had a quick grab for her tit through her
nighty...after three minutes he said, "Bloody hell, it's been stolen but it
won't get far, it needs a little transponder on my key ring to turn the
petrol on, it can only get around three miles with the fuel in the pipe
work!"

   There was a pause and then the voice of the police caller said, "We've
found it parked on Slash Lane!"

   My dad jumped in with, "You should check the petrol station on the A6,
see if some bloody tearaway is trying to buy fuel for my car, whenever it
is stolen, they just assume that it's run out of petrol.  Can I come and
pick it up before it gets vandalised?"

   "Certainly sir, our officers will be there on site for about another
thirty minutes."

   My dad said, "Fancy coming with us just for the fun of it darling?" as
he handed mum a dressing gown and slipped his pyjama jacket on over his
t-shirt.

   Mum drove us to Slash Lane in Free Love, she drove past dad's car and
reversed her car up as close as she could so that her engine compartment
was as close as possible to dad's engine.  When I got out of the car the
police men milling around the site looked surprised at me because I was
wearing a thin dressing gown over my nighty, Dad explained it away, "Your
phone call woke the whole house and my daughter wouldn't stop in the house
alone if there were criminals around...I could have walked up here but
whenever the car is stolen, the criminals tend to flatten the battery
trying to restart the engine and I'll need a little boost from my wife's
car!"

   Dad hooked up the flashlight battery that worked the little five hundred
CC engine in my mum's car to the suitcase sized battery in the BMW and mum
sat in her car keeping her engine revs at a high tick-over to provide the
extra power that would be needed to help him restart his car.

   I spotted the woman that had driven the Subaru down Slash Lane, she was
now dressed and standing roughly where I'd been standing to play with Paul
and the other two men, a police man was questioning her and my dad marched
up purposefully to the two of them, "Excuse me madam, did this police
officer inform you that you were entitled to legal representation during
your questioning?"

   She looked aggravated by my dad's interruption, she just wanted to get
things over with as quickly and quietly as possible so that she could get
back home to her husband before he started asking awkward questions.

   "The thing is madam, if you accept a police caution for an act of gross
indecency in a public place, that will be on your record for the rest of
your life...it will not go away and any future employer will be able to
find out about it, you'll never pass a DBS check to work with children and
vulnerable people...can I ask, when the police came, was the interior light
on in your care?"

   She shook her head.

   "Did a police officer need to use his flashlight to see what you were
doing in the car?"

   She nodded her head and my father looked at the police officer, "Were
you the officer that used your flashlight to look into the car!"

   The policeman looked offended, "I'm not here to answer questions, I'm
here to ask them!"

   My father looked back at the woman, "Do you recognise the officer that
used his flashlight to look into your car madam?"

   She pointed at the officer who was questioning her, my father looked at
his collar, "Your force identification number is three-seven-five and you
are a member of Northamptonshire Police Service?"

   He nodded his head.

   "I'll be reporting you to the Criminal Prosecution Service for
committing an act of voyeurism in a public place...I'm sure that you were
told in your basic training that the inside of a car with the interior
lights off is considered a private place and if you believe that the
occupants are engaged in a sex act inside the car and deliberately
illuminate the inside of the car then that constitutes a crime!"

   The police officer looked like he was going to kill my father but dad
didn't care one little bit, he just presented his card to the woman, "Just
give me a call in my office tomorrow and I'll help you to sue the police
force for damages!"

   Then my father walked over to the driver that had followed the woman
down Slash lane before joining her in her car, he handed the man his
business card, "Would you like my help with this little problem sir?"

   There was a whispered, "I don't want my wife or family to find out about
this...I just want to keep it all quiet!"

   My dad asked the man to step into his office, the police tried to stop
him getting into the back seat of my dad's car with him but my dad put
those officers in their place too, my dad's key ring burbled it's little
six chord tuneless tune, he stopped getting in his car, "Victoria, the
battery has enough charge now, you can disconnect the jumper leads and turn
your engine off now darling."

   I'd seen why his radio detector had sounded, the police officer standing
with the woman had just used his radio to report the sudden change of
events to his senior officer.

   I was standing right by the back door of my dad's car and heard my dad
ask the man if he had organised the dogging session via the internet, I saw
the man nodding his head, "Please tell me that you didn't use a traceable
email address!"

   "I don't know what you mean!"

   "Do you have a work email address?"

   The man nodded his head.

   "Did you use that email address to organise the meeting?"

   "No, I have a G-mail address so that no one knows it's me!"

   "Good, if the police ask you what your email address is, give them your
work email address and tell them that's your only email account."

   Another police car turned up, the duty inspector came out to try to
mitigate the damage, he and my father walked away from the group of police
and the dogging party, they paced up and down for ten minutes and then my
father gathered all seven people around the Subaru, "Right, would anyone
like to take proceedings against the police for tonight's travesty of
justice?"

   The six men and one woman looked totally shocked, "The thing is, I've
got the inspector to agree to remove the roadblock and let everyone go
without ny further action if I can persuade you all to drop any litigation
against the local police force."

   There was a general agreement from everyone that they didn't want to
take things any further, dad handed out five cards to the five voyeurs who
were going to be prosecuted for various acts of voyeurism until my dad had
pointed out that without a light on inside the car, there could be no acts
of voyeurism.  I'll take a note of your car registration numbers and check
on the police records next week to make sure that they haven't recorded any
of you in the system but if you believe that the police are showing an
undue interest in you, I'll slap them with a harassment claim.

   It took a while to get five police cars out of the way and while they
were doing that, my father whispered in my ear, "Would you like me to
invite Paul back to our place for a coffee darling?"

   I smiled at him and nodded my head, "The thing is, if I do invite him to
come home with us, he will expect more than a wank from you...will you let
him fuck you?"

   I nodded my head again.

   Paul was about to reverse out of the dead end road when my dad stopped
him, they spoke for two minutes and then I got into mum's car with her, we
formed a three car convoy back to our house, mum and dad parked on the
drive and Paul parked across the back of their cars.  Mum made us all a cup
of coffee and we sat around in the living room chatting as we drank, when I
finished my coffee, Dad suggested that I take Paul up to bed to have a good
time with him.

   I'd learnt an awful lot about sex in just one day but the greatest
lesson of all was what it felt like to be fucked for the first time in my
life and what it felt like to be fucked by a man with quite a big cock and
a mountain of experience.