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The day had started like any other Friday at work. But then around 11:00 he received a phone call from the redhead. She asked him if he would be interested in going to a party that evening. When he said that he was, she told him not to be late. She refused to give him any details about who was throwing the party or where it was being held. She told him that she would take care of everything.

Through the rest of the day, all he could think about was what she might be planning.

When he arrived home, she greeted him at the door. As she led him quickly to the bathroom to shower and change, she informed him that it was a costume party and that she had already selected their costumes. They both disrobed and then stepped into the shower. As they washed each other’s bodies, he questioned her more about the party. But she remained tight-lipped, at least as far as details about the party were concerned. When his hard wet dick slipped between her legs and rubbed against her pussy, she pushed him away, telling him that they didn’t have time for that before the party. Reluctantly he agreed, although there was still quite a bit of mutual fondling that went on before they emerged from the shower. After he dried her with a towel, she proceeded to dry him. She took particular attention in drying his erect penis.

She then led him to the bedroom where she had their costumes laid out. It was at this point that he learned that she would be going as Cleopatra and he would be going as her servant/slave. Her costume consisted of a dark black wig that completely covered her red hair, two gold armbands, that resembled snakes, wrapped around her upper arms, and a sleeveless dress with long slits up both sides topped by a sheer purple cape. An ornamental headdress on top of the black wig completed her costume.

His costume was much simpler. There was a short sleeveless black leather vest that had only a small gold chain in front fastening it closed, although it was purposely designed to expose most of his chest and stomach. There was also a supple black leather thong/g-string that covered his erect cock and balls while at the same time accentuating their shape and size. In order to provide him as little modesty as possible, there was also a matching leather apron, that was not much more than a pleated leather mini skirt with a 2-inch wide belt, but at least it covered his exposed ass. They both wore sandals, except that his were plain while hers were much more ornate and fitting of a queen.

Once in the car, she gave him directions to where the party was being held. Thirty minutes later they arrived at a nondescript sort of building that was somewhat secluded while being amongst a number of commercial buildings. There was no name on the exterior of the building, only an address. After they got out of the car, she fastened a collar around his neck. The collar was attached to a chain, which the redhead held the other end of. As they approached the door, someone opened it for them from the inside. The man that opened the door was dressed appropriately as a doorman. He wasn’t sure whether that was the man’s usual attire or a costume for the party.

Upon entering the dark building, it took several moments for his eyes to adjust to the darkness. As he looked around, he saw approximately 20 couples in total. Many of the other costumes also seemed to be couples costumes with a theme linking the man and the woman. After looking around for a few minutes, he began to notice a common theme among all the costumes. They each appeared to have a bondage or submissive theme. There was one couple where the woman was dressed like a cop while her partner wore an orange jumpsuit and followed her around wearing shackles around his wrists and ankles. Seated on a couch near the wall was a couple featuring the man dressed as an Arab sheik while the woman, dressed as a very sexy slave girl, knelt on the floor at her master’s side. The redhead guided him over toward the couple on the couch by tugging on his chain. When they had made their way to the couch, the redhead informed him that the “Sheik” and his slave were their hosts for the party. The sheik asked the redhead to join him on the couch and let her slave sit on the floor, but the redhead declined for the time being. She told him that they wanted to look around for now.

The redhead then led her slave over to a crowd in the corner. Curiously there was only one member of any couple present in this group in the corner. Then he realized that the person present was the “dominant” character of the couple. He then learned the reason for this segregation as his “queen” instructed him to fetch her a drink from the bar and when he completed that task, he could return to the bar and get a drink for himself. Her drink was served to him on a gold plated tray, which he was to use to serve her. He quickly returned with her drink, taking great care not to spill a drop as he made his way through the crowded room. After presenting her with her drink, she dismissed him so he could quench his own thirst, but he was to return promptly in 10 minutes. When he returned to the bar and ordered his own drink, what he received was a much smaller serving than hers had been. He soon learned that this was to keep the submissives in their place and to guarantee that they would return before their masters had finished their own drink. He returned to his queen’s side just as she was finishing her drink.

She then took the end of his chain and led him toward other rooms of the building in order to give him a tour. They walked down a narrow hallway, which had a dark glass wall along the right side. Looking through the dark glass he could see the room on the other side. The room was equipped with what appeared to be a number of medieval torture devices. There was a rack along one wall, a suspension cage in the middle of the room, and arm and leg shackles attached by chains to the third wall. The redhead informed him that the glass was in fact a one-way mirror and it appeared as a mirror from the inside.

Further down the hallway was another glass wall on the right. The room on the other side of this glass wall featured a large four-poster bed. Attached to each of the four posts were a number of ropes. The canopy over the bed was a shear white material with long sides that were presently bunched together and draped over the top of the frame.

At the end of the hall, the corridor made a turn to the left and then after another 12 feet, made another turn to the left. Here the glass wall was along the left side of the hallway. Inside this room was a spanking horse, stocks that could lock the head, hands and feet, and a Saint Andrews Cross.

The final room along the hallway was brightly lit with white walls. Inside was an examination table as used in medical offices. The walls featured a number of metal cabinets filled with appropriate props.

The redhead then proceeded to explain to him that this was a Fetish Club. On special occasions, such as tonight, they held various theme parties. She explained that for tonight’s party, every couple was supposed to wear costumes with the appropriate bondage, discipline, dominance, or submission theme. The party would begin with a “meet and greet” where everyone would mingle. Later, each couple would be called upon to put on a little skit for the rest of the couples. The winning couple would receive a pass for one month’s free admission to the club. Following the award of the prize, the back rooms would be opened for everyone to use for the rest of the evening.

She then led him back out to the main room by pulling on his chain. He followed her dutifully as any servant would his beautiful queen. She made a point of leading him around to each couple in turn. They would spend a few minutes getting aquatinted before moving on to the next couple. As they approached the last couple, he recognized them. They were Dawn and her boyfriend that they had met on the plane back from Los Angeles. The same Dawn who had tested The Chair and shared their bed only 3 weeks ago. Dawn’s boyfriend Alan was dressed as a doctor while Dawn looked quite fetching dressed as a nurse wearing a tight white uniform with a very short hemline that showed off her fabulous looking legs to full advantage.

After chatting for a few minutes and getting aquatinted with Alan, the redhead announced that she had to use the restroom. She then handed his chain to Dawn and asked if she would watch her servant while she was gone. Dawn smiled wickedly and said it would be her pleasure. Once the redhead had made her way to the restroom, Dawn instructed him to fetch her and Alan a couple of drinks from the bar. When he returned, after handing their drinks to them, he handed his chain back to Dawn. Dawn then told him that she was getting tired of standing, but there were no empty seats. She then ordered him to kneel on his hands and knees so that she could sit down on his back. He willingly complied. As Dawn sat on his back and chatted with him and Alan, the cold condensation from her drink began to run down the sides of the glass and drip onto the exposed skin of his lower back. When the first cold drop hit him, he flinched slightly. This brought a stern warning from Dawn that he was not to move again or there would be serious consequences. He managed to hold his position as more water dripped from the glass. He even managed to stay still when Dawn fished an ice cube from her drink and “accidentally” dropped it on his back.

It was about this time that the redhead returned. She smiled when she saw the situation her servant was in. Dawn offered to relinquish her seat to Queen Cleopatra, but the queen told her that there appeared to be enough room for both of them to sit. With that, Dawn slid further toward his shoulders to make room for the redhead. As Cleopatra sat down she squealed slightly as she sat on the ice cube that was still melting on his back. She then loudly proclaimed that this was no way to treat a queen. He thought that he was going to be in for it, but when Dawn began apologizing profusely, he realized that it was her that was in trouble. Cleopatra stated that she would accept the apology for now, but this matter would be addressed further later. He secretly thought to himself that this had very interesting possibilities. From the smile on Alan’s face, it looked like he was thinking the same thing. After exchanging pleasantries for a few more minutes, they decided they should go and speak to their hosts before the evening’s festivities began. Dawn and the redhead then stood followed shortly by Cleopatra’s servant.

When he and the redhead approached the Sheik, Cleopatra asked if the offer to share his couch was still valid. When he said that it was, she made herself comfortable. As she sat down and crossed her legs, her diaphanous dress separated at the slits, exposing her bare legs all the way up to her hips. Surprisingly, she was wearing panties tonight, though they were quite miniscule and in the proper lighting were almost transparent. She then directed her servant to kneel at her side. As he knelt there, he was to remain on display with his spine erect and his chest thrown out. After speaking with their hosts for several minutes, Cleopatra announced that her legs were tired and directed her servant to massage them as she sat there. As he repositioned himself so he was now kneeling directly in front of her, she uncrossed her legs and stretched one out for him to start on. He started massaging each of her toes before working his way up her leg. As he progressed beyond her ankle, she placed her foot flat against his bare chest. She knew exactly what she was doing and what effect it would have on him. Between massaging her leg, her lovely foot against his chest, and looking at her pussy through the nearly transparent panties, his penis began to stiffen again. Soon she noticed his dick getting erect inside his leather thong. The sexy slave girl kneeling next to the Sheik noticed it also as she smiled coyly and then licked her lips seductively. Not wanting to disappoint his queen, he continued to massage her leg higher and higher. When his hands were at the leg band of her panties, she lowered that leg and raised the other leg for him to start on. Again he repeated his duties the same as he had on the other. When his hands finally reached her other leg band she delayed slightly before telling him to stop. You see as his hands were wrapped around the top of her thigh, his fingers were also stimulating the lips of her pussy lips through the shear transparent fabric. When she did direct him to stop, her panties were now even more transparent from the moisture she was exuding from her womanhood.

Having done such a wonderful job at massaging her legs, his queen decided to reward him by allowing him to get himself a well earned drink. She directed him that when he was finished with his drink, he was to bring another drink for her and that she would be with Dawn and Alan. Just after he returned with his queen’s drink, there was an announcement that the skit competition was about to begin. At that point, a couple of the men went to the front of the room where the Sheik and his slave had been seated and moved the couch off to the side to make room for the performances. Everyone else began to take positions so they could watch the performances.

He asked the redhead what they were going to do for their skit and she answered his question with one of her own. She asked him, “Do you trust me?”

He replied that he did. And it was true, he did trust her completely. He knew that she may do something that could embarrass or hurt him, but he also knew that she knew him well enough to know just how far to go. When he replied that he did, she then told him, “Then just do what I say.”

Luckily, he thought, they were not chosen to go first. This would give him a chance to see what sort of things the skits entailed.

The first couple to perform was the female cop and her prisoner. The woman was dressed in a sexy cop uniform that consisted of a light blue shirt buttoned tightly across her bust, a short navy blue skirt held up by a belt that also held a night stick and a pair of hand cuffs, a pair of shiny black boots that came almost to her knees, and a police cap that made of the same shiny material as the boots. Her prisoner was wearing a bright orange jumpsuit, shackles around both ankles, shackles around his wrists, and a chain connecting his wrists to his ankles. As they were called to perform, they walked to the front of the room. Or more accurately, she walked to the front while pushing him roughly in front of her. She unfastened his shackles and let them fall loudly to the floor. She then told her prisoner that he was suspected of having contraband and he would have to be frisked. With that she pushed him up against the wall as he assumed the position. As she leaned her weight against him between his shoulders, she used her foot to pull his feet further out from the wall and apart from each other. As he remained leaning forward against the wall, she began to frisk him. She started with his arms and worked her way down over his chest. She then moved down to his legs and worked her way up each leg. She then reached around his waist and moved her hands down to his crotch where she wrapped her one hand tightly around his dick through his jumpsuit. She then proclaimed that he had some suspicious bulges and would need to be strip-searched.

She then backed away from him and told him to remove his shoes. After he had complied, she looked through his shoes as if actually looking for the contraband. She then ordered him to remove his jumpsuit, which he did without protest. As he stood at the front of the room wearing only pair of jockey shorts, she then ordered him to remove them as well. After he had slid the shorts off his legs he stood up straight and crossed his hands in front of his penis. The cop scolded him, saying that he was trying to conceal something. She then removed a rubber glove from the waistband of her skirt and ordered him to bend over as she stretched the glove on over her right hand. With the glove firmly in place, she stepped forward and mercilessly shoved one, and then two, fingers into his asshole. As she worked the two fingers around his rectum, his penis began to grow as the crowd appreciatively watched his ordeal. The cop then removed her fingers and disposed of the glove. She then told her prisoner that he had passed the inspection this time, but that she would be keeping her eye on him. With that she told him to get dressed again. Once he had redressed, she put his shackles back on and ordered him to the back of the room. As he stumbled off, the crowd burst into a round of applause for their performance.

Several other couples performed mediocre skits before Alan and Dawn were called upon. Their skit commenced on the premise of the doctor informing the nurse that one of their patients was suffering from a contagious condition and that he must perform an examination of the nurse to see if she had contracted it. He told her to disrobe, but since they were both medical professionals, she could forego the paper gown as it would only slow up the examination. After removing her uniform, bra, and panties, she was left standing wearing only her white stockings and shoes. Alan then approached her as he put the tips of his stethoscope into his ears. He placed the cold instrument against her back and told her to take a very deep breath and hold it. As she did as she was told, her breasts were thrust out toward the audience. After she had released that breath, he moved the instrument to the other side of her back and had her take another breath. He then moved around to her side and then cupping the stethoscope end in his hand, he placed it over her left breast. Again he had her take a deep breath. As she did, he rotated his hand and massaged her breast. He then repeated the same thing with the right breast. He then moved his hand down to between her legs and cupped her pussy with his hand while running one finger back and forth over her clit.

The attention to her breasts and pussy had gotten Dawn visibly excited as evidenced by her shallow breathing and the moisture forming on her labia. The doctor then confirmed that she did indeed have what the patient had. Dawn asked what she had and he told her she had “a very high sex drive.” When she asked if there was anything he could do for her, he replied, “you’re going to require his personal treatment on a regular basis.” With that, they made their way off the stage.

The next couple to perform approached the stage area. The woman was dressed in riding gear, tight riding pants, calf high boots, and an English riding jacket and cap. She also carried a riding crop. The man was properly outfitted as her ponyboy with a bridle around his head with a bit between his teeth. A tail made of real horsehair hung behind him from where it was lodged down the back of his leather shorts. He had no shirt, and his shoes had been modified to resemble hooves. The woman said that she must train her mount the proper way to trot so he could be used to pull her carriage. With that said, she gave him a crack on his ass with the riding crop. The jolt sent him running in a circle around his owner as she held his lead. She continually gave him instructions on how to run; knees higher, longer strides, etc. while giving him encouragement with the riding crop on his ass and back. After about 5 minutes she had gotten him into the steady rhythm that she wanted. She then ordered him to stop as they concluded their skit.

After a few more skits, it was finally time for Cleopatra and her servant. They made their way to the front with her leading him by his chain. When they reached the front of the room, she ordered him to kneel before his queen. He did as he was directed. She then told him that he should worship the ground she walks on just for having the honor of serving her. With that he bent forward and kissed the floor in front of her feet. She then raised one foot, placed it against him, and shoved him over on his side. She said that she was displeased with his earlier performance. He had taken too long when getting her second drink. Groveling at her feet, he begged her forgiveness. She told him that such poor performance needed to be punished. He had no choice but to agree with his queen. She then clapped her hands and two of the men from the audience came forward and lifted her servant to his feet. (Evidently she had previously briefed the two on the parts they were to play.) The two men maneuvered him into position about 4 feet from the front wall, facing the crowd. Then they pulled a set of manacles down from the ceiling rafters and fastened his hands securely above his head. Then Cleopatra stepped toward him with a metal bar about 3 feet long with a manacle on each end. As she handed the bar to the two men, they spread the servant’s legs and attached the manacles to his ankles. With his legs spread this far apart, his arms were now stretched tightly above him. His queen then asked if he was ready for his punishment to begin. Not knowing what to expect, he meekly said that he was. She stepped up behind him and released the belt that held his apron on. As the garment fell to the floor between his legs, the outline of his erect penis was now plainly visible through his thong. He heard her take a few steps back just before he felt the leather covered paddle contact the bare flesh of his ass. As the paddle made contact, his midsection involuntarily lunged forward. Cleopatra then instructed him that he must sincerely request each additional blow of his punishment. He bowed his head and asked, “Your Highness, I deserve to be punished more.”

“We’ll have to be quick.” I pulled her to me and kissed her again. She lifted her arms around my neck. She had that just out of the shower smell. Strange that I hadn’t heard it running.

I kissed her shoulders. She smiled and ran her fingers through my hair. I kissed her nose then her lips again. I squeezed her ass cheeks then pushed my fingertips between them. I found her anus and rubbed it. She exhaled with a gasp.

I walked backwards, pulling her with me. At the kitchen table I moved behind her and bent her forward.

“Shall we go back to bed?” She asked over her shoulder.

“I’d quite like it here, if you don’t mind?”

“Whatever way it comes.”

She spread her legs and arched her back.

I placed the tip of my prick against her anus and rubbed it up and down. She was too dry to enter that way so I held open her fanny lips and guided myself between them. I pushed. It didn’t want to go in. I pushed again. She grunted but the head of my prick was inside her. I rested feeling her fanny adjusting itself around me then pushed again. She cried out as I penetrated her fully. I pulled back and pushed in again. She was getting looser, wetter. I began a slow rhythm in and out. I looked down at the tight rolls of skin which formed her anus. It needed touching.

I licked my finger and placed it against it, pushing the tip inside her. I took my finger out and lifted it first to my nose then my mouth. First smelling then tasting her. I re-wet my finger with my saliva and pushed it deeper inside her. Her sphincter clenched tight around it. I pulled it out then pushed it back inside again.

*Chapter 7*

Jenny drove Shirley and myself down to Somerset after lunch.

I thought she looked very sexy in her new glasses. She didn’t.

Still, when you get older bits don’t work quite as well as they used to I told her when we had picked them up shortly before.

She didn’t find that reassuring.

We left the motorway, through the county town of Taunton and up into the Quantock hills. Famous for being where Coleridge wrote the Ancient Mariner and beloved of Wordsworth.

We entered the village and turned right at the pub up the narrow cul-de-sac and into my Grandfathers circular gravel drive.

It felt strange calling it my Grandfathers and not my Grandparents. I was sure he still missed her, I know I did, even after eighteen months had passed. We pulled up next to my parents Jaguar. They seemed to change there car every two years whilst my Grandfather had the same Rover in his garage for as long as I could remember.

I look enviously at the Jag.

“What would you do with one?”

Jenny stood at my side, her fingers wrapped around my biceps.

She tilted her face upwards. She wanted kissing. So I did. Long and hard.

Shirley coughed behind us.

Hudson opened the door and Millie bounded out to greet us. Barking and tail wagging. Jenny stepped to one side as she stood on her back legs and licked at my face.

I let her have two licks with her tongue then pushed her down.

She went to Jenny and had her ears felt then went to Shirley and sniffed at her fanny and ass.

“Millie.” I called. “Come away.”

She ignored me for a second, all her concentration on Shirley’s ass. Then she came to me. You lucky girl, I thought, able to wander up to strangers and poke your nose in one of their holes. They have a good life, dogs.

“You know Shirley.” I told her.

She had stayed for a weekend before when we thought her and Steve were going to make something. It didn’t come to anything in the end except a lot of walks together out of sight of the house.

*Chapter 8*

We dropped Linda and Debbie at my parent’s house.

Jenny and Shirley stood in the doorway. Steve climbed from the car and walked towards Shirley.

He stopped a yard from her and they both stood looking at one another. Neither spoke.

Jenny broke the silence.

“Paul.” She walked to the car door. I squeezed her hand. “I fancy a quick one. Where can we go?”

“But what about Steve and Len?” I asked. I wouldn’t mind a quick one.

“A drink. You frog.” She looked at me, a sad expression on her face.

“There is a nice pub in Rumwell.” Len spoke.

“Yes, I know that, we’ve been there a lot of times.” Jenny smiled at him.

“We’re popping out for a quick one.” She called to Jane and Debbie.

“Lucky you.” I heard Debbie say.

She was about twenty-five. Well within Steve’s target range. Which, the last time we discussed his sex life, was if they had one that still worked.

“Be back in half an hour. Come on Shirley.” Len got out with Millie and Jenny climbed into the front with me. Steve, Shirley and Len got into the back and Millie trotted into the house, past Jane and Debbie, as if she owned it.

“We’ll pick her up on our way back.” I called out, driving away.

I brushed the outside of Jenny’s thigh with my hand as I changed gear. I glanced down, she opened her legs. I could see her knickers. She ran a fingertip between her fanny lips.

“Watch the road Paul.” She admonished.

I looked ahead then into the rear view mirror. Steve had his arm along the back of the rear seat behind Shirley’s neck.

I watched the road, glanced down at Jenny’s knickers again, then into the rear view mirror. Steve and Shirley’s mouths were locked together.

The pub was approaching. I slowed and turned into the car park. I parked at the back near the entrance to the woods.

“Everybody out.” I called, climbing out.

Steve and Shirley finally managed to separate their lips. I wondered again whom he was bringing tomorrow.

“Pint for Paul and a Bacardi and Coke for me.” Jenny said taking my hand and leading me towards the track that led into the woods. “I have something to say to Paul. We’ll be ten minutes.”

I was about to object, I fancied a Beer, but dutifully followed her watching the movement of her ass cheeks as she walked.

Once inside the woods she stepped from the track and we made our way behind a large Beech tree.

She turned her back to me.

“Well?” She asked.

I looked her up and down.

“Very nice.” I replied.

“Quickly.” She backed towards me. “Unzip me.”

I undid the hook and eye and pulled down her zip.

“But.” I started.

She pulled her dress over her head and stood in front of me in her bra and knickers.

“Don’t you want me?”

“Of course.” I stammered, unzipping my trousers and pulling out my rapidly growing prick.

“You didn’t think I’d let you go out with that Steve with full balls if I could help it, do you?”

She hung her dress over a low branch and was pulling off her knickers.

I unhooked her bra.

“I don’t think we have time for that as well.” She said but it joined her knickers and dress all the same.

I pulled her to me, squeezing her ass cheeks as I kissed her. I could feel her pubic hairs against my prick. My very hard prick.

She slipped a hand between us and held it as she would the handle of a pot then stroked it. I kissed her ear, sucking an earlobe into my mouth.

“We haven’t long.” She gasped.

“I know.” I panted back, cupping her fanny and slipping a finger inside her. She threw back her head as it entered her so I kissed her throat.

I managed to get a second finger inside her with difficulty. I worked them in and out, feeling her fanny open and becoming wetter as I did.

She stepped back and looked around. There was a mossy bank leading down to the small stream that meandered slowly through the woods.

“Come, quickly.” She said walking to it and kneeling at its top.

I knelt behind her and felt her breasts. She purred.

“We haven’t got time.”

I pushed her forward and spread her ass cheeks. Her fanny lips were open, glistening with her juices. I placed the tip of my prick between them and push into her. There was an initial resistance then I was inside. I pulled back, almost out, then pushed back in. She felt so warm I’d liked to have stayed in there forever but we had other things to do that night so I picked up the tempo. Thrusting in and out with short, fast strokes. I heard her gurgling and felt her fanny lips tighten around my prick. I looked down at it. Shining in the dappled sunshine.

I was there. I rammed it in hard and deep and held tight to her hips as I emptied myself inside her.

When the jerking of my prick had stopped I pulled out and, standing up, put my prick away inside my trousers. They had a wet stain on the front. Nobody would notice.

Jenny remained on her knees, ass in the air for a few seconds.

I looked down at her holes. Did we have time? I felt my prick.

She got to her feet, turned and kissed me.

“Thank you.” I said.

“What for?” She asked reaching for her knickers.

“Not every girl would look after me like you do.”

“I should hope not.” She sounded indignant, now what had I done?

She pulled on her bra and dropped her dress over her head. I hooked the one and zipped up the other and walked back to the pub with her with our arms around each other’s waists.

The others were the only ones in the public bar. Shirley sat on a stool at the bar with Steve and Len on either side.

They turned to look at us as we walked in. Their eyes stopped at my crutch. Jenny looked down.

“Paul.”

*Chapter 9*

It was Shirley and Steve’s turn to talk about something very important in the woods whilst Jenny and I drank our drinks. I bought Len a second. I felt sorry for him but he would have to sort his own sex life out. I wasn’t about to offer to let him have Jenny.

We finished our drinks and went back outside to the car. Calling to Steve and Shirley to hurry up as we had a lot to do.

I wondered, not for the first time, whom Steve was bringing to the wedding. It was probably not a good time to ask when he and Shirley returned, flushed faced, from the woods.

We dropped the girls off, picked up Millie and went back to my Grandparents.

I had a quick wash, put on clean clothes and joined Steve, Len and Hudson for a quick glass of beer.

Leaving Hudson behind, on guard, as he said, we crossed the bridge over the stream and walked down the bridal path to the road over the bridge by the pub.

John was already in the pub with Harry, a colleague from work who was to act as best man.

Beers were ordered all round and we all chipped in to a central kitty for the night so we didn’t have to keep check of who’s round it was next.

More beers followed, then more. I played some Rugby songs on the piano and we had most of the people in the pub joining in with the words.

John was on the whisky by now. He looked depressed. We drank more beer to cheer him up.

The bell for last orders rang.

Steve, who had spent the last hour trying to talk Stephanie, the landlord and landladies daughter, out of her knickers, came across to where Len and I were leaning on either side of the fruit machine watching Harry try to find the slot with his money.

“Right.” Steve said, continuingly glancing over his shoulder at Stephanie, whom I must admit wasn’t looking away. “Now what.”

“I thought you were in charge of the plan.” I could hear myself slurring my words.

“I am. ” He was smiling at Stephanie and she was smiling back.

“We must take John home.” Harry looked tired.

We managed to get John to his feet and Len and I supported him out of the pub. Harry staggered after us. Steve stopped behind in the doorway to kiss Stephanie and feel her tits and ass.

We followed the road slightly uphill for a hundred yards until we came to the Church gates.

“Why are we here?” Harry asked.

“Jane said he mustn’t be late for Church.” Steve said, leading the way and unlocking the side door with a key he had been given as one of the bell ringers. Living away, or in Len’s case travelling a lot, we had managed to escape being pressured into joining that particular group. I was certain it would come if I ever moved back permanently.

We carried, the by now unconscious, John, to the rear of the Church and removed his clothes. Harry sat in one of the pews and rested his head on his arms, folded on the pew in front. Steve took some thin rope from inside the tower steps and we tied John’s hands behind his back to the Morning bell rope. So called because it was a small bell used to summon worshipers to service in the early morning, not like the main peal in the belfry high above.

“Let’s wake Harry.” I said when we’d done with John.

Len and Steve looked at each other then at me.

“The Best Man should look after the Bride Groom.” Steve said.

So we undressed Harry and tied him up next to John.

“At least they won’t be late for the service.” Len said as we left, Steve locking the door behind us.

“Where to now?” Steve asked as we passed the pub and turned into the lane leading to the front of my Grandfather’s house. “The girls have gone to the Wharf.”

The Wharf was the largest night spot in the area and upwards of three hundred people would be crammed in there on a Friday night.

“Have you still got the car keys?” Steve asked as we approached the entrance to the drive.

“I have, but I’ve been drinking.” I replied, feeling them in my pocket.

“Not that much.” Steve said, looking me up and down. “You look sober to me. Does he look sober to you, Len?”

“As a judge.” Len replied.

The car remained where I had left it outside the garage doors.

I handed Steve the keys.

“Push it out into the lane while I check on Hudson and Millie.” I said. I could already hear Millie whining behind the front door.

I crept up to it as quietly as the gravel would allow and hissed at her to shut up and go and lie down.

A light was on in the front room and the curtains were still open. I peered inside. Steve and Len were crunching over the gravel with the car, it sounded as if it must wake everybody. Hudson was asleep in a chair a three parts empty bottle of old Malt Whisky and a glass on the table by his side. I thought I could hear his snoring.

I told Millie she was a good girl and to go back to her bed as I passed the front door. I stopped, scribbled a note to Hudson on a page in my pocket diary, tore it out and posted it through the letter box. I didn’t want him to report it stolen. I caught up with the others in the lane.

Len was sitting behind the wheel and Steve was in the passenger seat so I climbed into the back. Len started the engine and we were off.

The roads were clear of most traffic by now and we were pulling up inside the car park of the Wharf less than fifteen minutes later.

We knew one of the bouncers on door duty so he let us in for nothing as there was only forty minutes until closing.

The place was packed. Len from his vantage of six feet three inches scoured the room but said he couldn’t see the girls.

We managed to worm our way into a corner of the bar and Len ordered three pints of beer.

He handed me the car keys.

“You drive back.” He said.

“I’m only having the one then.” I replied.

“Buy a poor student a drink handsome?”

Somebody asked, rubbing their tits and fanny against my back and ass.

I turned and Jenny squashed her breasts against my chest.

“Hallo.” She said, pulling my lips down to her own.

“Hallo.” I squeezed an ass check, my movements lost in the crush at the bar.

“Len.” I shouted over the noise of hundreds of young people and loud music as he passed me my beer. “Get Jenny a drink.”

“It’s alright Len.” Jenny shouted, right in my ear. “I’ll share Paul’s.”

“How did you get here?” She called into my ear.

“Car.” I shouted back. “Len drove.”

She nodded and lowering her head sipped the froth from my beer.

I kissed the white moustache it left from her lips and drank myself.

She took my hand and pulled me away from the bar to a table in a corner. Seated at it were Jane, Debbie, Shirley, Linda and a man I’d never meet before.

“Hallo Linda.” I said. You could almost talk normally in this corner.

I sat in an empty chair and Jenny sat on my lap stealing the glass of beer from me and offering it to Shirley’s lips.

“Hallo Paul.” She nodded to the man. “This is Ian. We’re on the same course.”

“Hallo.” I said. Holding out my hand.

“Aye.” He said, waving one of his.

“Scottish?” It was more a statement than a question on my part.

“And what if I am?” He snapped.

“Nothing.” I said quickly. “Just wondering.”

“Well you can stop your wondering.”

He stood up and almost yanked Linda to her feet.

“You wanted a dance. Come on then.”

He pulled her onto the dance floor and despite it being a fast record placed both hands on her ass cheeks and just stood there swaying.

Len and Steve came up.

“Did I see that Linda?” Steve asked sitting in her chair.

“Dancing.”

I nodded to the dance floor.

Len looked, looked away and looked again.

The fingers of one of Ian’s hands were somewhere between the cheeks of Linda’s ass and the other was out of sight between their bodies.

Linda reached behind her to pull his had away but all he did was pull her closer with, it was possible, even more of his fingers disappearing in her crevice.

“Stop it.” We all heard her say.

“Come on.” He replied.

Len stood up.

“Don’t Len.” Jenny said

Len either didn’t hear or ignored her. He went up to Ian and tapped him on the shoulder.

“Fuck off.” Ian said, not lifting his head from the side of Linda’s neck.

Len squeezed his shoulder. Hard.

I don’t think I’d ever seen anybody move as quickly as Ian did then. He turned, leaving Linda with her dress and knickers pushed up between the cheeks of her ass, punched Len on the stomach and as he doubled forward the jaw. Len dropped to one knee then rose and lunged forward, fists flying.

This time it was Ian who was taken by surprise. Len got one in that jerked Ian’s head backwards. Ian seemed to block most of the other’s and hit Len twice more. Len staggered back against a group of dancers catching one in the eye with his elbow. He had the sense to dodge the fist that came in return. Ian leapt at Len. Len span the man who’s fist he’d just dodged between them following up with his own fist that bounced from the top of Ian’s head and then it seem everybody was fighting.

Jenny buried her head in my chest and I wrapped my arms around her head to protect her. The rest of the girls were standing with their backs to the wall. Steve rushed past me with a call to come and help Len then was slammed back into us, knocking us from our chair onto the floor.

I stood up and helped Jenny to her feet. There was a hand on my shoulder and I was spun around into a fist. I feel back onto the table bringing it to the ground. Jenny leapt at whomever had hit me, fists flaying the air. I got up again and followed her into the ruck of bodies, mostly male but with a scattering of females, that filled this area of the dance floor.

I managed to reach Jenny. Somebody had hit her and she was crying. I hit one man who I think had hit her then pulled her close and by kicking and barging my way to the side.

“Take me out.” She cried.

“I’m taking her out of here.” I said to the girls, picking up her handbag.

They all seemed rooted to the spot so I led Jenny around the side of the dance floor to the exit and joined the crush to get out.

It felt suddenly cold when we finally reached the pavement. I took my jacket off and placed it around her shoulders. She lifted her tear stained face to me and smiled. I could almost see one eye swelling before me.

I could hear a police siren in the background getting louder and hurried Jenny around the rear into the car park.

It took me a few minutes to find the car. I didn’t fancy driving with the police there so I opened the back door and we both climbed in. I locked the door behind me and put my arm around her shoulders as we watched the police arrive and begin to disperse the crowds.

I turned Jenny’s face to mine.

Her eye was already colouring.