were in here and he’s the only one with a key to lock this door from the outside.’ Peter nodded his agreement. ‘Unfortunately, I think you’re right. We both know Niggard only too well.’
‘What about a way out through to the next line? `
‘The rest of the factory is automatically isolated when the fire alarm goes off. All the interconnecting doors will be locked.’
‘I could try emergency services. I’ll use the phone in Quality Control.`
‘Good idea, but just in case it doesn‘t work, I’ll get my mobile.’ He sprinted towards the men’s locker room as she ran to Quality Control. Smoke which had been pushed away by the air dragged in through the loading bay was becoming a problem. She closed the door behind her before picking up the phone; it was dead. Determined not to panic, she held a handkerchief over her mouth and nose and calmly walked towards the men’s locker room. They met in the doorway; he was carrying his bike leathers, gloves and helmet, together with several overall coats. ‘Any luck? ` She shook her head. ‘Phone’s dead, what about your mobile?’
He gave her a rueful smile. ‘Must have left it in one of the panniers on the bike.’
She coughed as a curl of smoked drifted around them. ‘So what do we do now Pete?’
‘This way, I’ve got an idea.’ She followed him into the locker room. He closed the door behind them.
Dudley Wink was in the Royal Mail Sorting Office when he heard the news. This was too good an opportunity for any photographer to miss. In the half light the glow from the Meltcon fire cast flickering shadows across the car park as he ran to get his camera. He arrived at the front entrance to the Meltcon factory before the fire engines and began taking pictures. They were disappointing – he needed more drama. The fire engines arrived in an urgent clamour and a fire officer was swiftly on the case, moving onlookers away. Dudley managed to evade his sweep by crouching behind a bush. Sparks flew from the roof of the building as fire burst through – that was better. He assumed everyone was out, but just in case, kept his camera focussed on the entrance.
Peter gave Lydia a gentle kiss before putting his helmet on and pulling down the visor. He pulled the wet overall across her face, checked that she was securely wrapped, picked her up and walked out from the locker room. The walk turned into a jog, the jog to a loping run and the run into the sprint of his life as they entered the flames.
Crouching for too long had given Dudley Wink camera shake. He stood up. Flames were licking around the Meltcon sign. He zoomed in on it; that was a great image. Then he heard someone shouting to tell the Chief Fire Officer that not all the Meltcon workers were accounted for. Two were still in there! He refocused on the entrance – you never know your luck -and luck was with him. Peter Bunford ran out through the flames, clutching a scorched white bundle, part of the Melton sign collapsed in a shower of sparks, and Dudley’s photograph captured the moment when he jinked to the left, to move his precious bundle out of harms way and sprinted for safety.
Firemen were quickly on the scene to hose them down. Lydia emerged from her cocoon of wet overalls completely unscathed. Peter’s leathers, although badly scorched, had been enough to protect him. A fire officer helped take off his helmet, which had warped in the heat. Paramedics wanted to put him onto a stretcher, but he saw Simon Niggard, full of self importance, talking to the Chief Fire Officer.
Great! Another superb action photograph captured – the split second when Peter Bunford’s fist broke Simon Niggard’s nose.
A reporter for the Hamsworth Bugle arrived as the ambulance left the scene with three casualties, two suffering from smoke inhalation, and made it’s noisy way to Hamsworth General Hospital.
‘Hello Ed, looking for a story? `
Ed Templeman turned to see Dudley Wink walking towards him. He knew Dudley well, having interviewed him several times about his wildlife photography. ‘What do you know then Dud?’
Dudley grinned at him. ‘Don’t know how and where the fire started Ed, but I took some pictures you could be interested in.’ Dudley brought the picture of Peter Bunford running out through the flames onto the viewing screen and handed it to Ed.
‘That’s a fantastic shot Dud. Who is it?’
‘Peter Bunford, or something like that. Didn’t get the name of the woman he was carrying. Pretty little thing though.’ Ed Templeman clicked back to the burning sign and the establishing shots, then looked at the scene in front of him. The factory was still burning, but the flames were no where near as dramatic against the dawn sky as they were when Dudley captured his pictures. He would get a photographer down for some aftermath shots.
‘We can use these Dud; might even be able to get some of them syndicated.’
Dudley took the camera back and switched it off. ‘That would be great. I’ll drop them into your office this afternoon.’
Ed Templeman grunted. ‘We’re talking national, if not international news here, Dud. I’ll need to take them back to my office now if we’re to do anything with them.’
Blinded by the thought of his photographs reaching a worldwide audience, Dudley handed the camera over, forgetting the compromising pictures he had secretly taken in the penthouse.
CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR.
Natasha awoke when Debbie crept back into bed. She was still lying on her back in Barrie’s body, which had been hemmed in all night by her own body and Debbie’s. Debbie giggled as she pulled back the sheet and saw Barrie’s erect penis. She snuggled up to Barrie’s body, slowly moving her right hand down until it made contact. Her fingers caressed the head. Natasha was pretty sure that even Barrie’s ‘old boy’ would not be able to perform again, not after the number of calls it had answered throughout the night. It was only erect now because she, or rather, he, needed a pee.
‘Sorry Debs, but I need to go for a pee.’ Debbie smiled and raised herself on one elbow to look over Barrie’s body at the recumbent figure on the other side. ’What do you think Tash, shall we let him go or make good use of it?’ There was no reply; Barrie had guzzled more champagne than Natasha’s body could take without getting extremely tipsy. Thankful that she would not have to cope with the hangover, Natasha answered for her own body. ‘Natasha’s dead to the world, she’ll need to sleep it off. How’s your head this morning Debs? Debbie giggled and gripped the head of Barrie’s penis between her thumb and first two fingers. ‘Not throbbing like yours.’ Natasha groaned. ‘I really must have a pee.’
Debbie looked intently at Barrie. Natasha thought she detected a strange glint in her eyes and wondered if she suspected anything; then she remembered seeing the same look last night. It was the look of lust, she was lusting after Barrie; or to be more precise, his cock, as they had agreed to refer to it.
Natasha had experienced Barrie’s ejaculation several times during the night, but it was nowhere near as many times as the girls had achieved, and they were so noisy. They seemed to excite each other, so when one finished the other took over. Amazingly, for hour on end, Barrie’s penis had maintained an erection. Eventually, it was Barrie, in her body, who gave up, collapsing onto the bed, much the worse for drink. Debbie had enthusiastically carried on and the last thing Natasha could remember was Debbie trying to coax Barrie’s penis for one more time. Now she was at it again, and she thought she only liked girls.
When Debbie removed her hand from Barrie’s penis Natasha thought she was about to let Barrie get out of bed, but before she could make a move, Debbie lifted a leg over and Natasha felt her warm, moist vagina rubbing against Barrie’s penis. She looked down past Debbie’s swaying breasts and felt the erection stiffen. It was hurting again. ‘I really must have a pee Debs.’ Debbie shook her head as she lifted herself onto the throbbing member. ‘Sorry Barrie, but a girl has her needs and after last night, you may not be up to it after a pee.’ Natasha groaned as she felt Debbie’s vaginal muscles grip the top of Barrie’s penis before relaxing to allow penetration. She slowly moved back and forth grinning as she did so. ‘Do you think you’ll come Barrie?’ Natasha answered truthfully. ‘I don’t know, I’ve never done it when I’ve been bursting for a pee before.’ Debbie‘s mechanical movements though were having the desired effect, she began to moan.
Barrie woke abruptly to Debbie’s cries of delight and the bed bouncing up and down as she increased the tempo. Natasha’s head hurt like hell and her mouth felt like dry sandpaper, but when he saw Debbie enthusiastically grinding down on his ‘old boy’ he just had to join in. Debbie looked down at him. ‘Get ready Tash. Mustn’t let him go for a pee, he’s incredibly stiff right now, we don’t want him to lose it.’
