Maypole. He was putting it off, but would have to say something before Monday, otherwise she would set off to London and the Naughty but Nice photo session, without knowing what Davina was expecting.
They had discussed the threesome with Debbie at some length. Natasha had expressed a reluctance to repeat the experience in her own body and as luck would have it, for the time being at least, Debbie was not interested in repeating it either. She had found herself a man who was shagging her on a daily basis and reckoned that sharing Barrie for that one night, reminded her of what she was missing. She had gone out on the pull with a vengeance, and thanked Natasha for her revived sex life.
Natasha was still keen on a threesome with Sam though and often reminded Barrie about their agreement. He wasn’t as keen on the idea as he had been on having a threesome with Debs, but there was no point in getting into an argument over it – Sam would never agree. Natasha had not reminded him today, so perhaps she too was resigned to it never happening.
He checked his kit bag and carried it out to his car. Natasha followed with her coffee cup, kissed him, wished him luck, and promising to meet at the Rugby Club later. She watched as he turned the corner and listened as the BMW accelerated away from the village. She sipped at her coffee, then satisfied that he was well on his way, threw the remains onto the roses and went back inside, locking the door behind her. She put the cup in the kitchen sink, and then ran swiftly up the stairs.
In the bedroom, she stripped off and stood naked in front of the wardrobe mirror, wondering if she could get as turned on looking at her own body as she did when she had been in Barrie’s. She cupped her breasts and felt the nipples harden to the gentle massaging of her fingers. Then, continuing to rub her left nipple between thumb and forefinger, she slowly and sensuously moved her right hand down to trace the line of her waist and hip and across the top of her thigh to rustle through her soft pubic hair onto her clitoris. It was easily arouse these days. She brushed a finger gently across it and squirmed with pleasure. Barrie had been a bit heavy handed with it, so conscious of having it well lubricated she moved her hand down between her legs, where it was already wet. The thought of what she was going to do as soon as Barrie left had seen to that. She pushed two fingers in and felt her knees begin to tremble. This was a rehearsal for Barrie. Remembering how painfully stiff and eager his cock had become, she was determined to overcome her reluctance, to masturbate in front of him and enjoy watching his reaction. But for now, this was for her; she wanted to imagine that it was Samantha moving lubricated fingers in a slow circular motion over her own clitoris. Her tongue moved at the same pace, brushing her upper teeth, her eyes rolled out of focus, then her mouth opened as she began to breathe heavily. She eased down onto the bed and lay back on the two pillows, placed in position earlier. Now she was looking into Sam’s sex. Her fingers were moving at a feverish pace as her other hand moved down to help, three fingers entering into her wetness. God, she was so sexy. Her hips were lifting off the bed pushing against the probing fingers. Then it arrived like a train thundering into a station – a long train which kept going and going until it hit the buffers in an earth shattering climax. Even then her fingers would not stop and she experienced another shuddering orgasm. It felt wonderful, so wonderful and her fingers kept moving, until, fearful that she might never be able to stop, she dragged her hands away and walked on trembling legs to the bathroom.
After a quick shower and liberal spraying all over with French lime blossom cologne, a new favourite. She wriggled into lace panties and rejecting the matching bra, slipped into a short, cream silk chemise. Although the heat of summer had gone, she chose a knee length, scoop neck, summer frock, cream high heels with matching handbag and a pale lavender pashmina; in case it turned chilly later. She drove out of Lippinston, but instead of turning left on the ring road for the Rugby Club she turned to the right.. She was on her way to proposition Samantha Derby.
As an ex rugby player, Cardhew was enjoying the match and the carnival atmosphere which followed the second try, both score by Barrie Billingsgate. At halftime he was standing in a queue at the bar, when a tall, leggy, red head appeared. It was Penny Betts, the Travel Plan secretary who had met him and Jennie at the entrance to Hamsworth Towers on Monday morning. She put her arm around his waist and whispered in his ear. ‘Duggie Lummox, the Club Chairman, wonders if you would like to join him for a drink. Shall we go?’
Before he had chance to answer, she was propelling him towards a door marked ‘Private’ in the corner of the bar. He followed her through the door and up a steep staircase. As she was wearing a very short skirt it was impossible not to look at her long, slim legs. She turned her head slightly and spoke over her shoulder ‘I’m also Duggie’s girlfriend. Great game isn’t it?’
‘Yes an excellent game.’ He was making an effort to keep up. If he fell another step behind he would be looking up her knickers, he already knew she was wearing hold up stockings. He wondered if he would be as eager to keep up if it was Jennie Leadbetter climbing the stairs in front of him. She reached the top and turned sharp right though an open doorway, leading onto a terrace over the bar. There were a couple of dozen people on the terrace, at first glance, an equal mix of men and women. Some were sitting at a long narrow table, waiting for the game to re-start. Most were chatting in small groups. Duggie Lummox broke away from one such group as they moved onto the terrace. He approached, smiling with hand outstretched. Cardhew wasn’t sure about Duggie Lummox, but the handshake seemed firm enough.
‘Detective Inspector, how good to see you. I hope you’re not on duty?’
Cardhew returned his smile. ‘No, not today Mr Lummox.’
‘Ah, good, please call me Duggie, most people do. Can I get you a drink? What would you like? G &T – wine – beer?’
‘Bitter would be fine, thanks – Duggie.’
Penny Betts rested her hand on Duggie‘s arm. ‘I’ll get it darling. Will that be a pint inspector?’
‘That will be most welcome,’ and embracing both of them in his smile he added, ‘and the name is Ian.’
Duggie thanked Penny and watched as she walked over to a small bar at the back of the terrace, before taking him to meet the others in his small group, all members of the Travel Plan Board. He had met Basil Main and Phil Stammers at their offices, but it was the third man he was interested in, Sir Ken Allerby. Cardhew was not over impressed and found the way he treated Penny, when she returned with his pint, rather strange. Lady Sophie Macdonald, who was also a non executive director of Travel Plan, was very pleasant, but once again, Sir Ken had a strange way with her. Cardhew was beginning to wonder if he had found his man.
When the second half started they sat at a long narrow table looking out over the pitch. The men seemed quite knowledgeable and when Duggie discovered that he used to play for the Met, became very keen for him to become a social member. Cardhew said he would love to and insisted on buying them all a drink. Sophie declined, Penny had a white wine, Duggie, Bas and Phil were on bitter and Sir Ken’s was a gin and tonic. All the drinks were served in plastic glasses and despite Duggie’s protestation that they would be cleared away later; Cardhew picked up the empties and took them to a bin. With his back to them, he retained Sir Ken’s glass, which he wrapped in his handkerchief, crushed and shoved into his inside jacket pocket.
As the game ended, Cardhew made his excuses and left. In the car park, he saw Natasha Billingsgate arrive in her sports car with the hood down. There was another attractive blonde girl with her. As they got closer he recognised her as Samantha Derby, the girl who had provided Barrie Billingsgate with an alibi. They were so busy chatting and laughing that they failed to notice him. He watched as they got out and walked arm in arm towards the club house. Now, that was interesting, why would Natasha Billingsgate be so friendly with a girl who was sleeping with her husband? He checked his mobile. There was a text from Jennie Leadbetter to say she had worked out how Lucinda Lovebrace could have tied herself up. She was at home if he wanted to see how. He sent a text to say he would be there in 20 minutes. On the way he took Sir Ken’s glass into the station… He was keen to get it DNA tested as soon as possible.
CHAPTER THIRTY ONE.
Jennie Leadbetter came to the door wearing a knee length raincoat. Cardhew was taken aback, and asked if they were going somewhere. She said no, led him into the lounge and offered him a drink. He declined on the basis that he had a pint and a half at the rugby club. She asked if he minded if she had one and promptly poured herself a generous brandy, which she drank in one go. She slammed the glass down on the sideboard and turned to face him. ‘Sorry about that sir, I’ve tried copying how I believe Lucinda Lovebrace tied herself up, but it won’t work with
