The Adventures of Lolly Lovitt Part 3

Lolly leaned back against the pine headboard and exhaled loudly, she was exhausted. She lazily reached round to the small of her back and undid the clip that held the huge pink veiny plastic cock on her front. She picked up Celia’s ample silk panties and wiped her bare stomach and the front of her thighs with them, who’d have thought the fat cow would have been a squirter.

Celia was crying like a baby, huge racking sobs moved her purple bound breasts up and down as she mumbled wet unintelligible noises to the ceiling. Lolly thought that she should maybe untie the heavy mottled legs from their position high above the expanse of pink flesh, as the Rubenesque feet had turned an unhealthy looking blue.

‘I’m going to untie you now fat doggie and I want you to go and run me a nice hot bath’

‘Okay’

‘Okay what doggie?’

‘Okay Miss Lolly’

Celia got shakily to her feet and started to limp towards the neat little en suite with its royal blue tiles and big mirror surrounded by light bulbs. There was a strange little screamy noise as she caught a glimpse of the love bites that covered her neck and breasts.

‘Well you’ve got some polo necks haven’t you doggie?’

Said Lolly uncharacteristically sympathetic.

‘No’ said the unfortunate redhead. Lolly slipped out of the rest of her clothes and sauntered in to the now steamy bathroom. Celia looked longingly in the mirror past her own reflection as Lolly raised herself up on tip toes to move her breasts into vision.

‘Do you think my breasts are too small?’

Celia looked as though she was going to faint as she stared at the plump little mounds of wobbly flesh.

‘Here’ said Lolly ‘Feel them’

Celia’s trembling hands made a move towards them and Lolly slapped them away.

‘Don’t be stupid they’re not for the likes of you. I need a wee’

‘Sorry Miss Lolly I’ll get out of your way’

‘Don’t go you idiot, get on your knees and open your fat mouth!’


An hour later and Lolly sat on the tube, wondering what was for dinner while a man in chalk striped suit opposite tried to look up her skirt. She could still smell Celia’s sex on her, despite a long soak in the bath while her stupid new pet washed her and worshipped her. Belsize Park approached and Lolly stood up and used a particularly violent jump of the train to fall heavily onto the man.

‘Give me your card and I may sell you some pictures’

The man to his credit kept quite cool and slipped a neat silver edged business card from his wallet in one practised movement. Lolly was straddling his knee and as she got up again, she left a small stain on his trouser leg.

‘Oops sorry, I must be dripping a bit’

The guy looked around the carriage, but the only other person was a scruffy LT worker with his head in a copy of something by Andy McNab. The man with the stained knee was around thirty and not unhandsome in Lolly’s opinion. He had an old school tie and a starched white collar, Lolly thought maybe he was a lawyer or something and imagined herself in the dock as he brutally cross examined her. For some reason she was in chains and completely naked and the jury was made up of all the people that she’d fucked or abused and or dropped like a piece of shit, over the last few years. He had a nice twinkle in his bright blue eyes and she felt a little tingle that she wasn’t used to, she was confused for a second but then recovered her composure and as the train ground to a halt, she lifted her skirt and slipped the card into the front of her knickers.

She felt his eyes follow her as she walked along the platform and looked round and smiled as the train pulled away and disappeared into the dark tunnel. The whole encounter had rattled her, it had dented her usually unassailable coolness and left her struggling with unfamiliar feelings.

Safe in her bedroom she took the money that Celia had given her from its warm home in her bra, she counted out one hundred and fifteen pounds. Hmmm not bad for a couple of hours work. She opened her top drawer and lifted up the pile of sensible knickers that her mum always bought her and buried the money in the pile of lacy and silky thongs that her dad always bought her. She could smell onions frying in the kitchen three floors below and was reminded of her hunger, so she got changed and skipped down the stairs towards the implied sustenance.

Bwiony had texted her and wanted some help with her English homework, Lolly decided to ring her after dinner and carried on deleting text after text from her myriad admirers. Her dad came in just in time and sat down while mum poured him a glass of Pinot Grigio, he had stopped off on his way to the head of the table to kiss her on the head and slip his hand onto her left breast. She smiled her best little princess smile at him and he made an obscene licking motion with his tongue. Involuntarily she crossed her legs and was suddenly aware of the card in her pants, she carefully put her hand in and placed the card on her napkin, a waft of Celia sex liquid assailed her nostrils as she read the name.

Joshua Franks

Something was stirring deep inside her.