Part Fifty-Seven
"Right, now the fun can really begin" laughed the girl who seemed to be the ring leader once Lexie had closed the door. I didn't even know these girls' names, not that I particularly wanted to. This was completely unknown territory. Next door with Alison and the girls, the art class, even the school, had been excruciatingly embarrassing but somehow familiar in a strange kind of way. But I had no idea how to respond to this. How far would these girls go ? They seemed cut from a different cloth to the girls I had encountered from Lexie's school. I was acutely aware of the fact that only last week I had been upbraiding them for their shoplifting exploits and although they hadn't in the end been able to steal anything from Anoushka's shop, they had hardly been repentant and I could still hear in my head their foul mouthed responses as they ran away.
I attempted to reassert control. This was ridiculous. After all, I was a full grown man, twenty years their senior and old enough to be their father. "Look girls, this has gone far enough. I want you to leave" I insisted, attempting to usher them towards the door. The girls laughed. "Will you take a look at yourself ?" the leader laughed. As if I hadn't been already, I once more became aware of my total nudity and inexplicable erection. "We're only just getting started" she laughed contemptuously. Could a 15 year old girl be menacing to an adult male ? If said male was naked and vulnerable and if there were four girls, soon to be five, then the situation could be described as very uncomfortable indeed.
I tried one last time to demand that they leave. "And how are you going to make us do that ?" was the reply. "How's it going to look if we start screaming and the neighbours or any passer-by comes and sees a naked man with a big hard willy chasing us ?" My blood ran cold at the thought. I went quiet. "So, you see sense" the leader was pleased. "Let's start with a little photo session. Strike some poses for us. Can you get your foot up on that mantlepiece ?" I could feel my face burning as I attempted to lift my left leg so that my foot could balance on the top of the mantlepiece. I could feel my hamstring stretched to the limit. "Oh my god, he's actually doing it" another of the girls laughed. "Turn round and touch your toes and look back at us while you're doing it." The girls each came up with their own pose for another couple of minutes and also wanted the obligatory selfies with me, each one grinning like a Cheshire cat.
"Here, let's clear this coffee table" the ring leader suddenly decided. "Lie down on that. Spread your legs and then grab hold of your ankles and pull them back." I couldn't work out exactly what she meant, so the girl grabbed my ankles herself and lifted them back. "Like this" she laughed. "Now hold on until I tell you to let go !"
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This pose caused great hilarity among the girls. "I always said he was an asshole and now we can all see" laughed one. The doorbell rang. "That'll be Stacey. Go and let her in" the leader instructed. "And you, don't move" she yelled at me.
The fifth girl collapsed into helpless laughter as she entered the living room and beheld the site in front of her. "Fuck me, you weren't kidding. He's stark bollock naked !" she cried. "How the hell did this happen ?" she wanted to know. "Never mind that, long story. Estate girls rock ! Did you make the sign ?" the erstwhile leader asked. "Yeah, and I've got the other stuff you wanted too" the newcomer answered. "Great, we've got plenty of time anyway." I was incredibly uncomfortable trying to hold this pose and I began to lower my legs. "Who gave you permission to move ?" the leader barked and I immediately resumed the position, eliciting more laughter from the others. "Do you think he's got any vodka ?" one asked.