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What the fuck! I was on the phone to Tina while I was running back to my office. “Tina, where are you and what have you done so far?”

“Sat in the car in the car park. I sent you the text, nothing else yet,” I could hear the shake in her voice, I only hoped she couldn’t hear it in mine.

“Take a breath and remain calm, we talked about this, just follow the plan, I can be at the hotel in half, three-quarters of an hour. You’re what twenty minutes away?”

“About.” I heard her take a big breath and let it out.

“Okay, I’ll call Steve on the way. They have an underground car park there don’t they, shall we meet by the stairs leading to reception?”

“Sounds good,” she replied.

“If it’s an employee they may have access to the security feed from there, or if they are professionals. I doubt the latter and if it’s the former, we’ll get Diane to raise hell.”

After dinner on Sunday we had started to discuss what to do about the blackmail, both Diane and James had suggested we go to the police about that too, when we said we thought it better to give them something more to go on, like someone involved, they both put their hands up and asked us not to involve them; professional, plausible deniability. We tried to back the girls off too as we did not want them getting involved with anything that could blemish the start of their careers, especially if this went south, as it could so easily.

On the Monday, I had been trying to work out scenarios about how this would pan out, I guessed based on previous texts that it was somehow going to involve him trying to get Tina to blow him. The question was how and where. I gave Steve a call and offered him a pizza and some beer and to be in the presence of the Pisky and he was more than happy to come around.

He was shocked but ready to tear someone a new one when we showed him the picture and explained what was happening. He was all for getting the whole team together, but I thought that would be overkill and not particularly subtle. We talked through how we would deal with the various scenarios and the others thought of a few more. Ideally, it would end in a citizen’s arrest, persuading the ‘gentleman’ to tell us a few more details, like who else might be involved, before the police arrived.

Worse case was we would back off and run the risk of them releasing the photo, which would not be the end of the world, it would not get them arrested, unless someone deemed it worthy to spend resources to track it, which was unlikely. Other than stopping them, probably what both Tina and I wanted to know was the how and why, how the picture had got taken and out and why Tina.

So, the race was on, I told Mark, my second at work, that I had to disappear and for him to see to the rest of the closedown. I was then in my car racing across the town as fast as the holiday traffic would let me. I called Michelle, using my hands-free in the car, to tell her what had and was happening and to give Diane a call just after the hour mark and let her know. I asked that she and Claire try and be around the house this afternoon to support their mum and was told in no uncertain terms that I had been rude to even think they might do otherwise, well that’s the clean version. Tina’s fire, my eloquence, I loved my kids.

I then called Steve and told him it was going down and when and where. He closed with, “We’ll see you there,” which got me wondering.

It was tight, but I arrived with five minutes to spare, Tina and Steve were both there talking to another man mountain. This was one of the doormen from Steve’s pub, wanting to earn a few extra pounds, just in case, as Steve worded it. The plan was Tina would go to reception and get a key card and ask for a spare for her husband. We would pass in the lobby where she would pass it over and then I would take the stairs to the second floor. Steve and his man were going straight up from the car park and would be just along from the room.

Ping “Your cutting it fine bitch!”

Steve was ready to forego the key card when he read this. Knowing how protective he was towards Tina, I didn't want him to do something he would regret. I tried to lighten an already heavy mood by saying, "No need to lose your rag over someone's crappy spelling, Steve." He just grunted in reply.

Tina dialled me and put her phone on hands-free before putting it in her jacket pocket, I gave her the dictaphone I had bought from work which she started and put that in another. It was set up with a little clip so you could put it in a shirt pocket to dictate notes on while doing other things, this would help get the recording as clear as possible.

As we passed in the lobby, Tina held her hand open, there was nothing in it. So plan B, she was going to throw the card on the floor before entering the room. Once through the door to the stairs, I flew up the four flights and into the corridor of the second floor. As I got my bearings, I saw they had been given a room right at the end nearly opposite to where I had come out. I looked and saw Tina approaching, looking terrified as you can expect and just behind her were two looming shapes.

I mouthed, “You okay?” and when she nodded, I backed into the stairwell and looked through the fire glass as I saw her open the door and throw the key back toward me and then it close behind her. Steve and his man were there as I picked it up.

“Do we go straight in?” Steve was chomping at the bit.

I held up my hand the reception from my phone wasn’t great, “Shh, I’m listening.”

“Get on your knees, bitch!”

“How do I know you’re the person sending me the texts?” We had decided to try and make sure they had evidence if we could.

“You don’t.”

“I’ll be off then, unless you can show me that it was you that sent them.”

There was rustling, then “Happy now? Now get on your knees.”

“Once I’ve sucked your,” she paused, “penis, how do I know you’ll stop blackmailing me?”

“Oh, silly bitch, sucking my cock is just the start. Now get to it!”

“So, tell me, where did you get the picture? And why me, where there was a roomful of women, half of whom might possibly be happy to suck your,” the pause again, “penis.”

"JUST FUCKING GET ON WITH IT OR WE SEND THE PICTURE OUT!” We didn’t need the phone for that bit.

I put the card in the slot and opened the door I heard him say, “What the f... oof!” and then I saw him, half turned to me, a bit bent over, holding his groin. I ran forward, putting one hand on his head, the other on his shoulder and start propelling him forward into the wall opposite. His head bounced back a bit as we hit then I kicked one of his knees from behind and elbowing him in the back, he collapsed onto the floor with me landing on top.

I looked up at Tina, “Always the balls.”

“Always!” The look of venom in her eyes made Steve, who was rushing to her side, pause and look at me before holding her and asking if she was okay, had he touched her and other protective questions. She kissed his cheek and said that she was fine, he hadn’t, he then walked over to check on me.

He is such a clumsy oaf at times and today was no different, would you believe that one of his size thirteens landed squarely on the blackmailer’s left hand and as he tried to correct himself, he stepped backwards onto his ankle. After apologising he told his man to take over from me and handcuff him, another bonus of having a proper security guard with us.

I took off the mask he had been wearing and none of us recognised him. We checked him over and found two phones, one with the texts on, which he had shown to Tina. After a little encouragement from Steve, he agreed to unlock both. First thing we did was remove the passwords, second was to look through the incriminating phone where we also found some texts to another number, these others confirmed they were his co-conspirator. We were typing the number into what I thought was his main phone and the list was showing five names but before we could get any further the door opened, several police officers entered followed by a familiar face.

Tina recognised him first, “Eric?”

“Err, sorry? The police arrived and said someone was being held in a citizen’s arrest in this room. "Oh, is it Tina?” He looked over at Steve and took a step back, then at me, “Luke?”

“Hello sunshine,” said Steve to the visibly nervous looking Eric.

“Hi,” then to me and Tina, who was now in my embrace, “could I have a word in private?” We agreed and stepped into the corridor while Steve explained what he knew to the police.

“Look, this is a bit awkward for me and I understand if it is for you. I’m the duty manager and deputy of the hotel, so when I was informed of the incident, I naturally was the one to attend it. Considering our previous conversation,” he paused and looked from one to the other of us, “I would understand if you would prefer one of the assistant managers to deal with it.”

I looked at Tina, who shrugged, “Eric,” I started, “providing you remain as professional as you have been, we have no issue with you dealing with this. Our last conversation was the result of a misunderstanding, what say we leave it back at that night?”

We shook hands and went back into the room. The ‘gentleman’, who we found out then was called Clive, had just been read his rights and two of the officers were leading him away. Steve had handed over the phones and they were under no misapprehension that he had done what he had, but he had made a counterclaim of assault on the four of us. I explained that at worst it would Tina and myself, but even then, it was justifiable force and played him the recording from the dictaphone.

He did formally arrest us but did not cuff us and said we would be notified to attend to make statements and answer questions at some point after Easter. When we were later asked about his broken nose and cut lip, there was also a couple of broken metacarpals in one hand and two fingers in the other. He had also developed a severe limp too. 

We all agreed it must have happened when I was trying to restrain him, to stop him continuing his attempted rape of my wife. For such a gorilla, Steve can play the ignorant innocent perfectly, probably the years of being accused of hitting someone in rucks and mauls, he almost had me believe butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth. We were subsequently de-arrested; no charges were bought.

Eric organised vouchers for weekend breaks for two at a hotel, within their chain, of our choice at a time of our choice for all four of us. This was just because Clive had chosen his hotel to play out his game. It was a nice bonus that both Steve and his man were over the moon about. As for his man, we gave him two hundred pounds for his help. 

Steve assured us it had been covered, but when I heard he had a young wife and child I insisted on covering their Easter costs, I also know I can call on him again. Steve refused any money, but a hug from me countered by a hug from Tina was more than enough to send him away as a happy man.

On the way home, I checked in with Mark that everything had gone okay. He sounded exasperated as he told me it was fine and that I should switch off and go home, I smiled as I thanked him. Then all was quiet in my car as I followed Tina home. My thoughts started drifting over the events of today and then the last few weeks that had led to here, finally, over all our time together. I concluded that I would surprise Tina with a second honeymoon, only this time it would be far grander than our week in the Channel Islands, another note-to-self.

We pulled into our drive and Tina raced round to me as I got out and jumped into my arms hugging me tightly, wrapping her legs around my waist and kissing me with a passion that is usually reserved for the bedroom, or maybe on occasion the kitchen table. When she stopped, I didn’t put her down, just turned so she could shut my car door, then walked up to the house and kicking the door, hoping the girls were both in and out.

I looked at her as we waited, “It’s over,” was all I said, she nodded and as some tears ran down her face, she rested her head on my shoulder.

“Ooh hello, love birds, did you get married again? Got to carry her over the threshold again?” Michelle said as she stood with the door open.

“What would you say if I told you I couldn’t put your mum down as I don’t want to expose myself to you?”

She put on a faux look of shock and ran back into the house waving her hands over her head, “Arrgghhh dad!! I don’t want that image!!” Tina giggled as I stepped into the house and put her down. I locked the cars and closed the door, hopefully on this episode.

Walking into the kitchen Claire looked up from her phone and gave us a look as if to say what did you do this time. Then she asked if we were okay, Michelle came back from where she had run to and listened as we recounted the events of the days.

“What a c…” Michelle ran out of steam.

“Yes, dear, a complete one,” Tina replied.

“Well good news, mum, we heard from the council and the theatre today. Both want to sit down and discuss the events of a few weeks back. The Wolves seem to be arguing so we are moving ahead with suing them and we’ll see if that changes their tune.

“I heard from Diane, they are going to charge Clive with blackmail, holding you against your wishes, sexual assault and attempted rape. Although he didn’t do it, Diane went and raised merry hell at the station, saying that would have been the outcome for a less savvy person and he should be kept off the street. Though she knows some will be dropped and some will be lessened, it’s a start.

“And the accomplice,” she paused, “they arrested her this afternoon and will charging her with the joint enterprise to the charges that Clive is getting, what they used to call conspiracy.”

 “When did you find this out?” I asked.

“Diane just texted me the last bit, the first happened while I was at their office still. She also asked that you call her when you get in.”

Tina and I went into the living room and sat on the couch with her tucked into my side the phone on my knee.

“Diane, Luke here, you’re on speaker and Tina’s with me.”

“Luke, Tina, how are you both?”

“We’re fine, it went down without any problems, Claire asked us to call,” Tina said.

“Okay, I have some information about the alleged blackmailers, sorry, I have to use the official terminology, I thought you might want to hear, some of it is going to shock you, possibly quite a bit.”

“Go on, we’re here together, it’ll be fine,” I replied.

“Clive, the guy sending the texts, is a bit of an unknown quantity, late thirties, works with his accomplice and apparently totally besotted with her. It seems he was doing this to try and get into her knickers.

“The accomplice, same age as Tina and me, went to the same university as us,” she paused, “do you remember Paula, of course Tina will, but you Luke?”

“Not that Paula? Hen night Paula?” I heard Tina gasp as I said it.

“The very same. I can’t get hold of the interview tapes on this one as I won’t be on either side, so I can’t tell you any more now than Claire has? Not that I could or would, you understand.”

“Yes, she updated us just before calling you, thanks,” I replied.

“Well, they’ll both be appearing at the Magistrate’s court on Tuesday for the initial hearing. It may be interesting.”

“If you can get an approximate time, we’ll be there. I’d like to know what’s going on.”

“And let the bitch burn too,” added Tina, I think she shocked Diane as much as me with her vehemence as the phone went quiet for a moment.

Diane carried on, “Presumably, you want to press full charges against both. If I get the footage on Tuesday as I’ve been promised and it does show the stripper being active, I presume the same for him too?”

“Too bloody right,” was Tina’s reply.

“Thank you, Diane, for all your work and thank James too and for giving Claire this bit of experience,” I said.

“Love you both, you keep safe and enjoy each other without worries now,” Diane blew us both a kiss and hung up.

We both looked at the phone in silence for a while before looking at each other. “Paula?” we said almost in unison.

Claire came into the room “Hey mum, dad, Chelle and I were… are you okay? What did Diane say?”

I looked up and Michelle was looking over Claire’s shoulder, “It turns out that the other person involved in the texting of the picture is an old college friend of your mum’s.”

Michelle’s hand went to her mouth as Claire said what we were all thinking, “No way, what the… why? Did she target mum or was it just chance?”

“We don’t know, she’s going to the magistrates' court next week, so we’re going to go along and see what if anything is said. Anyway, Claire, Chelle and you were?”

“Sorry, yes, say no if you don’t want, but we thought, especially now that they’ve caught the people, that we could take you and mum out for dinner.”

I looked at Tina, who was beaming and so Claire got on her phone to book a table. It was a lovely evening; a few tears were shed as the stresses fell away while talking about all that had happened. Claire was excited to have got a week’s experience on a real case and Michelle was thankful she didn’t come with us to meet Clive as she didn’t think an assault charge would go down well. When we got home, Claire pulled into the drive and when Tina and I had got out of the car, she wound her window down and said, “Me and Chelle are off to see some friends, we’ll be back tomorrow afternoon.”

“See ya both, have a good night,” said Michelle, leaning over and grinning out of the window.

Tina thanked them and turned to go in, I smacked her on the bum making her giggle and turned to the girls and quietly thanked them. Geniuses. As I walked up to the door my jaw hit the deck, Tina was stood naked as could be, leaning on against the wall just inside. Anyone looking straight in would have been able to see her, but she was far enough back that I was probably blocking that angle too.

“Fuck me!” I exclaimed.

“No,” she replied, “fuck me. Then make love to me, then just hold me.”

I did just that, pushing the door shut behind me and sliding the chain across, I stripped in the hall adding my clothes to the pile already there, I walked up to her and bent to kiss her and heard her whine as I bypassed her lips and bit her neck, turning the whine into a moan. I turned her to face the wall and pulled her hips out, bending her over then felt between her legs, she was soaking.

“What’s go into you?” I said, rubbing her slowly.

“Nothing yet, I just need you, Luke, I need to reconnect, to end this saga.”

Without another word, I positioned myself, rubbing my dick along her slit a few times, before sliding into her slowly but in one movement until I was as deep as I could go. Immediately Tina shuddered a little and her hand went between her legs, I could feel her fingertips moving against my shaft as she was rubbing her clit and I started to move in and out of her in long steady strokes. As her breathing got heavier, I leant over and put and an arm around her waist, moving faster, until her legs buckled and I heard her grunt.

I slowed a little to let her sensitivity pass before picking up the pace again, taking her to a second orgasm in minutes. I then gripped her hips and started driving into her hard, forcing her to brace herself with both hands. Her next orgasm was dragged out of her from the raw feral depths my thrusting had taken us to and as she pulsated on my shaft again, I came in her.

After a few shudders, we went upstairs and showered together cleaning each other thoroughly, intimately and lovingly with plenty of kissing and stroking and when we had finished drying each other we were both ready to make love. Something had changed, from that day a couple of weeks ago when she had first mentioned the girls’ night out, both our libidos seemed to have increased many fold and there were also these new found interests. I wasn’t complaining, I was excited and nervous but looking forward to exciting and educational times ahead.

I walked into the bedroom and Tina was bent over pulling the covers back, I couldn’t resist and pinched her bum, before giving it a light smack. She wiggled it at me and as I put my hand on her hip to steady her, she jumped away and into bed admonishing me, “No, no, I’m your goddess tonight, come worship me.” So, I did. I kissed and licked nearly every part of her, front and back, making her squirm as I parted her cheeks and ran my tongue over her anus, frustrating her as I kissed and licked either side of both nipples and her pussy.

After this, I started to stroke her and rub her, on inspiration I ran into the bathroom and came back with her baby oil and massaged this into her. The only part of her below her neck that wasn’t glistening were her nipples, her pussy was, but not from the oil. I then kissed her lightly on the lips and said goodnight before rolling onto my side with my back to her.

“Don’t you fucking dare!” She grabbed my shoulder pulling me back round and attacked my face with hers, forcing her tongue into my mouth, I’m not sure I remember a time she had been as aggressive. My plan worked, maybe a little too well, I was being full-on assaulted and I confess I loved it. When she straddled me, she grabbed my dick and positioned it without hesitation, sinking down with a sigh. I had kept my eyes closed until then but had to open one to look at her.

“How are you more beautiful every day?” I asked.

“I need to be, to make sure no other bitch gets her claws into you.”

“Only this bitch,” I said patting her bum. She lay down on me, kissing me gently, starting to move her hips. I returned her kisses eagerly this time, licking her lips, biting and pulling at them gently until she opened her mouth and let me run my tongue around the tip of hers. She started to suck on it, that was new, as I started to move my hips in opposition to hers. I felt her fingernails dig into my shoulder as her first orgasm rolled through neither of us missing a beat.

Already spent from earlier, I was able to maintain this gentle pace or moving our hips, kissing and fondling for nearly a quarter of an hour before I felt myself building. I gripped her hips and drove into her a few times and finally came, triggering another orgasm in Tina.

“I love you, Mrs Evans.”

“You’d better, otherwise I’m taking my balls with me,” she replied and kissed the end of my nose before rolling off me.

I jumped up and went into the bathroom and cleaned myself off, bringing back a flannel I had dowsed it in warm water, I cleaned off my goddess too, neck, armpits, under-boob and finally between her legs, with a kiss on each after I had cleaned them. After putting the flannel in soak, I got back into bed and spooned behind Tina, who turned her head and kissed me, “Goodnight, my only love,” she said and with a squeeze of my arms and wiggle of her bum we drifted off.

The rest of the weekend was much like any other Easter, breakfast in bed, then when the girls returned, we had a fish supper. No, we are not religious, but it was a tradition that we enjoyed, which included taking it in turns to pick which fish. Claire had chosen Red Snapper this year and it was remarkably tasty.

Saturday, we relaxed and with the fine weather had our first barbeque of the year followed by far, far too much chocolate being exchanged on Sunday. We went to Diane and James’ for dinner on Monday and there was only limited talk about the events past and what was to come the rest was our usual fun and games, ending literally with games, a couple of board games, which I lost much to the delight of my daughters.

Tuesday morning, I called Mark and told him I wouldn’t be in and explained why. He was shocked, to say the least, but I was comfortable with his ability to run the place. Tina was quiet over breakfast and although I hugged and kissed and tried to reassure her, she remained deep in thought, none of which surprised me.

We met Diane and James at the courthouse at ten in the morning, Clive and Paula were due to be among the first to be seen. Diane disappeared and found they were due to be third and fourth and took us into a waiting room. James followed in with coffees for us all. They then explained what they expected to happen, which would be to enter a plea, any mitigation before the Magistrate made his decision. Probably granting bail, maybe remanding them in custody, before passing the case to the Crown Court. After the second case, we slipped into the back of the courtroom awaiting the start.

First to be bought in was Clive, when he got into the dock and was sworn in the Magistrate and asked how he pleaded, he started “Not…” then stopped, looking directly at Tina and myself, his counsel looked around also. He then looked back at his counsel and to the Magistrate, “Not guilty, your honour.” His solicitor then stood up and requested reduced charges and did a bit of legal arguing before the Magistrate, set conditions for and granted bail before moving to trial.

His gavel went down, Clive was allowed to exit the courtroom through the public entrance, he kept his head down as he walked past. He had obviously said something to his solicitor as he was not so bashful and looked me right in the eye, until I moved in my seat, nervy little chap. I heard a snigger from Tina, but Diane just scowled at me. Oops, it felt like my mum was back with us. She explained later, she was sorry, but these were people she had to work with and would be best if they didn’t feel threatened.

Then the main event, Paula was bought to the court. When she got in, she smiled straight at a woman I had not really paid attention to before sat in the third row. She had medium length, light brown hair just past her shoulders, wearing what looked like a dark green jacket. Then Paula saw us, I had already seen the look on Tina and Diane’s faces, the devil himself would run for the hills. They looked like they could tear her limb from limb. I even saw James gripping Diane’s thigh as a warning, which is something I needed to see to believe.

I tried for my best poker face and probably failed, I was going for cold and dispassionate. When Paula saw us, she screeched, “What the hell are they doing here?” pointing in our direction. The Magistrate’s gavel came down with a warning about contempt of court and her solicitor was speaking in her ear as she glowered at us. During this, although I was focused on Paula, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the woman in front turn and put her hand over her mouth. It was then that I felt Tina’s hand squeeze mine. It got my attention and she nodded for me to look where she was.

The woman in green was none other than Chris. I looked at Tina, who gave a little shrug but also looked somewhere between confused and angry. The Magistrate’s gavel drew our attention as he once again bought the court to order. Paula pleaded not guilty and tried to enter new mitigation about ‘that fucking bitch and her bastard at the back’ which neither the Magistrate nor her solicitor were pleased about.

She was refused bail as it was believed she may be a danger to herself or others and again the case was sent to trial, that is moved to the Crown Court. As the gavel went down, Chris stood up and said, “And a bloody good job too,” at more banging she continued, “sorry your honour.” Court was adjourned and Chris came over to us as we got up to leave.

“Can I speak with you?” This was addressed in part to Diane and James.

Diane replied, “There’s no legal reason not to, we don’t know what your involvement is nor what will be required of our clients.”

Outside the court, we thanked them both, kissing Diane and shaking James’ hand. As always, they promised to keep us informed as things developed. We agreed to have a chat with Chris. Tina was defensive, I was curious, so we went to a coffee shop that we knew that was local.

When we sat down Chris started, “I’m really sorry about what’s happened.”

“What’s happened, that you need to be sorry about?” I replied.

With a sigh, she said, “I suppose, nothing really. I’ve worked with Paula for a couple of years now and she always seemed nice enough, but quite lonely. When I found out she was a lesbian we sort of hit it off, having a common interest, so to speak.”

Tina spoke up, “I was friends with her at university, I never knew she was gay.”

“So, I found out, about you going to uni with her. That was the morning after our dance. But I’ll get to that.

“About six months after she started at our place, she said she was being evicted and didn’t know what she was going to do, I had a spare room at my place, so I said she could take that at a minimal rent and shared housekeeping.

“She sounded like she’d had a rough time at uni, some bastard had stolen her girlfriend from her, they were going to move in together. Then a week after her sister’s hen night, she dumped her without a word. I must say the way she put it, she had had this steady thing with her girlfriend since soon after starting, but three years later this evil man had wormed his way into her affections and finally stolen her from him.”

Tina nearly choked on her coffee, I just did my tried and tested guppy impression. Chris gave a regretful smile and put her hand on Tina’s, who pulled it away a little. Chris withdrew hers, “Sorry, but there’s more.

“It’s because of the trauma from this event that she failed her degree and spent two years in an institution.”

I bit then, “No, she failed because she was a lazy, c… cow. She didn’t spend the next two years in an institution either, unless they let you apply for jobs. She applied to my firm just under a year after we finished there, remember I told you, it was amusing as I received it on the day of your hen party.” Tina nodded, not seeing the same humour I had, either now or then.

“Fuck!” was all Chris could come up with.

Tina was a little more eloquent, “Fucking psycho bitch! Sounds like she needs to be locked up!” I couldn’t imagine the colourful way my beautiful daughters would come up with to describe this.

“Hence my outburst at the end of the case today. I’m so sorry, I had no idea she was like that, until I did and then it was so close to being too late. If you were not so in love with your husband, it could very well have been.” Tina squeezed my hand.

“Yes, the attempt sort of fell flat when Tina showed me the texts as she received them. The only issue was perhaps them getting spread around and people getting the wrong idea.”

Chris nodded, “It was a back a couple of weeks when I started to put things together a bit more. There was this guy, Clive, sniffing about and she was awfully flirty with him. He had been about for a while and she treated him like a puppy, getting him to get her all sorts. Even telling him she was a lesbian didn’t seem to put him off. She had him wrapped around her finger and it ramped up over the last week to the point I was about to say something, when the police knocked on the door.

“But before that, the Sunday after I had danced with you, we had had a blazing row which totally threw me and had me concerned for her as much as me. This is a bit embarrassing, but I had totally crushed on you, Tina,” I looked at my wife who had gone bright red, “and I was telling Paula of it and how you were married and so in love with a charming man and described how you had been so generous but not creepy about letting us dance and then I mentioned Tina’s name. Paula’s demeanour changed and she asked me to describe you and if I knew your name too. When I told her it was Luke, she flew into a rage saying things like ‘the fucking bitch is doing it again, she wasn’t happy breaking my heart once, now she wants to do it again, trying to split me up from the woman I love.’ I was scared for her mental health and I think I was right seeing her outburst in court, when I turned things fell into place.”

“Yeah, she’s a psycho bitch, they’d better keep her locked up for her own safety, if ever I see...” I squeezed Tina’s hand to bring her back from her planning. “Sorry.”

“It looks to me like she has some sort of obsession disorder. She was never going out with Tina, we were an item for nearly three years before the fabled hen night. We’ll maybe tell you the details another time, but the upshot is we nearly split up over it. But we talked it out and perhaps in some ways, it did us a favour, it proved how in love we were and paved the way to getting married.

“I think it would be an idea for you to speak to Diane, both about your suspicion of her mental health and to get a restraining order to keep her away from you.” I looked at Tina, “I know, but you know I have a particular place for that after my issues. That said, I think we need to get Diane to get orders for us too.”

“One thing,” Tina said, “do you know how she got the picture?”

“She was at the hen night with you, it struck me as odd, given her claimed sexual preference, but she said it was with a group of old friends. She saw you and saw a chance to try and split you up, so videoed every time the strippers came up to you. She cropped the one that went badly. The police found five raw videos on her PC and a whole bunch of different stills cropped from them.”

Epilogue, tying up loose ends and the closing scene.

So, over the next six months, a lot happened in relation to the event. The restraining orders were attained, neither Paula, Clive or any representatives were allowed within five hundred metres of us or Claire and Michelle, only legal representatives could contact Diane and James.

The Wolves in the Fold agreed to an out of court settlement of one hundred and fifty thousand pounds. Shame it’s not the US, we might have added a zero or two to that. It was conditional though, they had to work with the local council to set up guidelines to which they would practice and start to form a national body for stripper groups that abided by the guidelines and could be verified and licenced.

Diane and James’ company were to be the legal representatives overseeing the setup and running of the organisation for the next five years. We split the money, some in accounts to pay for the girls’ university fees, some to pay off our mortgage, the rest, about half we split between two charities one for cervical cancer and the other a local women’s refuge.

It is amazing how things turned around. The Wolves had eventually sat down and talked, others decided to push us. The council got stubborn and let us take it to court and on the back of this so did the Palace, the venue, we won the case without issue. They had failed to look after the health, safety and welfare of Tina.

The great thing was the looks on people faces when James said that his clients were not interested in massive compensation as this would take away from the local services, so we would settle for one pound from each. Conditions were applied including working on the guidelines with the Wolves, agreeing to only allow verified troupes to perform in the area and to help them set up the national body. The council had to promote the new licencing guidelines and approval body nationwide.

It turned out the stripper was obviously active in trying to get into Tina’s mouth despite her shout and pushing back, so he was arrested and when found guilty of sexual assault, fired. As he refused to plead guilty, he went to Crown Court, was found guilty and sentenced to two years imprisonment a five thousand pound fine and placed on the sex offenders register for no less than fifteen years.

After a little discussion, the girl admitted to doing what she had done and was willing to please guilty to assault. She had been drunk and high on the atmosphere and was with friends celebrating her eighteenth. She was younger than Claire and got drunk, had been stupid (the stripper had been sober and knew full well what was what). We agreed that we didn’t want her life ruined for that, she was fined a thousand pounds and sentenced to six months, bound over for two years.

Clive finally pleaded guilty and was sentenced to ten years in total for various offences. After Chris’ statement, Paula was determined unfit to plead and has been detained pending psychiatric investigation. A few things have come to light during this. Apparently, she was in charge of her sister’s hen night and she chose the date after she found out about the concert. She had appealed to Tina’s generous spirit and had her promise to go with her, this was part of Paula’s plan to seduce Tina. The concert was a bonus and she saw the opportunity to drive a wedge and then get Tina drunk and push the wedge further. Tina hadn’t drunk and we had talked, eventually.

Chris became close friends with Tina and me, she also joined the girls on their regular and irregular nights out. She was one of the people external to the cul-de-sac that was invited to the spring party. This was due to her and Bev hitting it off well. It wasn’t unusual to wake up the morning after one of the soirees and find her busying herself in the kitchen making breakfast, she knew the way to my heart.

On occasion we didn’t wake up, before she was done, there would be a light tap on the door and if we didn’t say to stay out, she would come in quietly and put a coffee on each of our bedside cabinets. It came out later that Paula had been very domineering and her relationship with Chris was almost abusive and it wasn’t until after she was arrested that Chris realised this and how lonely she had become. She seemed to thrive on the relationships she built among our group of friends.

It was after one night when they had been out, Chris had just gone home having changed the sheets in the spare room, bless her, when a package arrived for Tina.

“I didn’t order anything,” she said.

I looked at the label and said, “Happy birthday, sweetheart.”

“But it’s not for two weeks.”

“Well Happy Saturday as I have a proper birthday present for you.”

“Ooh does that mean I can open it now?” When I nodded, she tore into the outer wrapping like a kid at Christmas.

“Yes, I do love it, but why would you buy me mail order honey?” I nearly wet myself laughing.

“Open it, Missy.”

Her eyes lit up, “Mega bondage kit?”

“Excited?” she nodded, taking hold of my hand and starting to walk to the stairs.

“Soooo, what is it you’ve got me for my birthday?”

“That picture got me thinking, so I have done a bit of searching but you’ll have to wait until your actual birthday to find out.”

At first, she looked, timid might be the best description, I told her to trust me and after a seconds hesitation, she jumped at me. Planting her legs around my waist, arms around my neck, she said, “Please, please, tell me,” kissing me all over my face. I held her face and kissed her long and hard on her lips.

Girls’ Night Out – The End

Tina and Luke may be back with other tales to tell.

Notes

Sorry, this might seem like a Bafta roll call, but hey.

RobertL, responsible to dragging me over to Lush (yes blame him) and getting me involved with the process, Brookell and rawraw25 for allowing, nay encouraging me to play a little in their worlds with my own ideas. A thanks to each of them, I think, for pushing me to do more.

A huge thank you to everyone that has supported me, taken the time to read my offering. To those of you that commentated, it is humbling to read the positivity, it is also addictive watching as you are trying to work out where the story is going. It has given me a perspective on myself from the other side, try it, it’s fun.

And finally, to all the moderators for volunteering their time and specifically to those that have worked on this series with incredible turnaround times, as little as two hours on one. sweet_as_candy for one chapter and FirstBlush for managing to put up with four chapters and to curvygalore who verified this chapter. I hope that all users, authors and readers alike appreciate the work you put in.