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Lidia
The woman was in a hurry. She looked flustered. Tom knew her, because she worked evenings three days a week cleaning in the central council offices across the road, so when he was over there, he saw her occasionally. Her name was Anna Janowski. She was an attractive woman in her late twenties. She brought her daughter to the under elevens’ gymnastics class every Tuesday. Tom felt sorry for her, because her husband had run off with another man, leaving her with an eight-year-old daughter and a part-time minimum wage job to support them both.
Tom worked in the local leisure centre near where he lived. He always tried to be early to work in the mornings. This was for several reasons. The main one was he was an ardent voyeur. He liked to arrive unnoticed, so he could change batteries in and plant his cameras if particular classes were being held and generally prepare the ground for his clandestine activities.
“Hi, Anna,” said Tom as she showed her entry ticket to him.
“Hello Tom,” she said breathlessly in her heavily accented Polish sounding voice, “I can’t stop and chat, I have been asked to do an extra shift over the road, in Mr. McNamara’s office and I’m running late.” McNamara was the CEO of the council.
She turned to her daughter who was standing beside her. “Hurry up Lidia, you need to change quickly.” Tom had seen Lidia a number of times, but for various reasons he’d not seen ‘all’ of her and was hoping to have that pleasure before too long. She was stunningly beautiful and had typical Polish features of high cheek bones, narrow face with a pointy chin and ski jump nose between piercing bright blue eyes. Her long blond hair was tied in two bunches at the side of her head. Her body was tall and slender
“Anna, you get along, I’ll make sure Lidia gets into her class,” said Tom. “Lidia, use cubicle 7a, it’s nice and big and no one’s in there yet. It’s just round there.” He pointed to a side aisle, which was adjacent to where they were standing.
Anna watched as Lidia closed the door behind her, hearing the lock click, turned to Tom and said: “You’re a life saver, Tom, I’ll see you in about an hour. If I’m running late, could you keep an eye on her until I get back?”
“Sure Anna, off you go, I’ll keep an eye on her and make sure she’s OK,” he said.
Tom had a system if he wanted a particular changing cubicle left unused. He would leave mop and bucket ‘in-the-way’. This was usually 7b. The changing rooms were for both men and women, made up of individual, double and family cubicles. After people got changed, they could place their belongings in one of the lockers, the key was a magnetic pad inside a numbered elastic wristband. Whereas lockers were located all around, there was a side aisle lined with lockers either side, at the end of which were Cubicles 7a and 7b. Although 7b was a standard single occupancy cubicle, 7a could take a parent and child and at a push, two.
As soon as Anna walked out, he moved round the corner to 7b, stepped inside and locked the door. At his feet was the janitor’s cleaning bucket and cloth container. At least that’s what it looked like it contained. Instead, there was a very small camera inside that looked like a large scrubbing brush. The camera looked up and under the dividing wall between the two cubicles. He took out his iPhone and pressed an icon and immediately an image of Lidia appeared. She was sitting on the seat on the opposite side facing him. She was undoing one of her shoes.
Tom left the camera where it was, and reaching into the bucket, took out a flat piece of metal the size of a shoe horn. He inserted it into a slot the same size in the gap between the panels adjoining the cubicles and pushed down. The gap opened up about half an inch. But because the join between the panels sloped down towards 7a, nothing suspicious could be seen from the other side, unless their eyes were very low down. Tom pushed the flat metal device hard into the gap and left it there. In the middle, a rectangular hole sloping downwards appeared. Tom bent and looked through the gap.
There, still sitting on the bench, was Lidia, just pulling off her second shoe. She stood, and now, due to the slope of his viewing hole, he could only see her from the chest down, but from there to the floor, he had a perfect view of the girl as she started to pull out her gym kit from her bag. As she did so, she had bent and he could see her face before she stood once more. Even from here, he could see it was a cheap pale blue leotard, worn with use as she laid it on the bench she’d just been sitting on. There was a costume exchange scheme in the centre, but most of the garments were like this one, holey, old and worn, with tired elastic.
He suddenly saw her midriff appear as she lifted her T-shirt up and off. She carefully folded it and put it in her bag, then turning sideways on to him, facing the entry door, bent forwards and pushed her thumbs into her leggings. She hesitated for a moment, inspecting a wrinkle down by her knee, then pushed them down and off in one swift movement. Still standing, she carefully folded her leggings and placed them in her bag on top of her T-shirt.
Lidia sat down, now only wearing her thin white panties. Tom could see her face, just visible through the slot. She paused as if thinking something, lifted her bag and peered into it. He wondered what she was doing. She took out what looked like a small coin purse. She then took off a thin gold chain holding a crucifix around her neck and a ring off one of her fingers and put them in the purse which then went back into the bag.
Putting the bag down, she stood again and still facing him, slipped her panties quickly down her legs and off her feet. She was still bent double, and touched her toes, holding the position for a few seconds. All he could see was her shins and the top of her head with her two bangs sticking out the sides. Tom realised she was toning up, but at the same time delaying the magic moment he so anticipated when any little girl came to use 7a.
At last, she stood up straight, still facing him. He could now see her from the top of her chest to the floor. She lifted her forearms and started to move them left then right, shifting her weight from foot to foot in the process. But Tom wasn’t looking at her feet or her forearms, his focus was on her magnificent mound, which was almost at the same height as his eyes, two feet away. It was full and plump. Her cleft curved up from beneath, parting her mound in a valley of wonder, almost level with her hips either side. She had a deep dimple, which opened and closed with her movements, as her arms continued to sweep from side-to-side. Just below her dimple, he could see a slip of skin less than a quarter inch in length, just showing, covering her clitty, hidden beneath.
She stopped swinging her arms and turned around. He thought she was going to pick up and put on her leotard. But instead, she moved her legs wide apart and placed her hands on her hips and started to do side bends, leaning at first one way, then the other. But this time, Tom was looking at the valley of her bottom opening and closing, her tiny asterisk shaped anus winking at him. The globes of her buttocks were petit but toned. Other than her skin, they were all muscle. He would love to get his hands on them, as he would the rest of her. He didn’t know just how soon his dream would be realised.
Over the Tannoy came the metallic voice of the fearsome woman gym instructor, Mrs. Henderson, announcing the class would commence in five minutes. Lidia looked at the door, as if it would advise her, before quickly doing one last exercise. She touched her left toes with her right fingers then right toes with her left fingers; but again Tom wasn’t observing her exercises. He was focused on her clitty, cleft, vagina, perineum and anus, which had appeared in one wonderful line, opening and closing for him, as if in a personal show, just for him.
At last, just as Tom felt pre-cum dribbling down his thigh inside his shorts, she stopped, picked up her old worn blue leotard and slipped first one then the other foot into the leg holes before pulling them up, giving Tom one last fabulous view of her whole eight-year-old pudenda. She left leaving a happy Tom, who reached down and switched the camera off, let the dividing panel drop back into place, removing, then dropping the lever into the bucket, quietly unlocked the door and slipped out. He would view what the camera captured later. Most days he recorded at least one clip of interest. Today’s would be very interesting.
Lidia placed her belongings in the locker and put the rubber key band around her wrist. She smiled at Tom, who she saw most times she was here. He smiled back, enjoying the camel toe her undersized leotard was showing him. Her pussy moving against the thin material. He had gone with her to find a larger one to exchange, but there weren’t any. He’d promised to keep an eye out for one for her. As she walked away, he enjoyed watching her bottom wiggle inside her tight garment. Tom smiled, it was like watching two boys fighting under a blanket.
* * * * * *
It was about three quarters of an hour later. Tom had been hoping to direct Lidia back into 7a for a second show, but Anna returned fifteen minutes before the gym class ended. She was clearly very upset. Tears streaming down her face.
“Anna, what on earth is the matter?” asked Tom.
“I not want to talk about,” she replied, her Polish accent stronger than ever.
“Come into the office, Anna,” he insisted, “tell me what is the matter.”
She followed him in and sat on a seat and accepted the luke-warm coffee Tom had got from the machine and forgotten about after the excitement of watching Lidia.
After a minute or two of procrastination, she suddenly burst out with: “That man, he hit on me!” she said. Tom assumed she meant McNamara, the council CEO. “He offer me money for a fucky. I slapped him on his face.” Tom could imagine the scene quite well and smiled. “It not funny,” she scolded, “I lost my job.”
“Do you like working there?” he asked.
“Yes,” she said, “I need more hours, but the rate is good. I need the work. It is just him. He is a pig,”
“What if I could get your job back for you Anna?” he asked. “I will speak to the pig.”
She smiled for the first time at his comment.
At that moment there was a tap on the door and one of the junior attendants opened it and poked their head in saying: “Tom, there’s a young girl called Lidia out here looking for her mum.” She suddenly noticed Anna sitting in the corner. “Hello Anna,” she said, “shall I send her in?” Anna nodded and the female attendant was gone. A few seconds later, another tap on the door and in came Lidia, as if she lived there, carrying her bag. She was wrapped in a big towel. She was using a corner to dry her hair. She had obviously just had a shower.
“Hi Mum, hi Tom, I wondered where you were,” said Lidia.
“I need to hear what Tom has to say, Lid,” said Anna. She turned to Tom and asked: “Is it OK if she changes here, I want to hear what you have to say?”
“Of course,” he mumbled, “feel free. I don’t want anyone to get the wrong idea, though Anna, could you lock the door please?”
“You were saying, Tom …. Oh, I ought to explain to Lidia.” She turned to the girl, who had dropped her towel and was bending over, sorting out her clothes, giving Tom an uninterrupted view of her pudenda again, but this time without him having to spy on her. Anna spoke rapidly in Polish. Lidia stopped what she was doing and turned to face her mother. It was obvious when she got to the part explaining she’d lost her job, because Lidia ran the three paces to Anna and hugged her. Returning to English, Anna said: “Tom thinks he might be able to get my job back for me.”
Lidia turned facing Tom, standing stark naked, completely unfazed by her nakedness as is the case with most eastern Europeans. “Can you, Tom?” she asked. “Can you help Mum?”
“I think so,” he replied. “In fact I know I can, but you mustn’t ask how, understand?”
Both Anna and Lidia said: “OK.” Lidia stepped to Tom and putting her arms around his neck, gave him a big kiss on the cheek. Tom automatically put an arm round her and cupped her bottom, fulfilling his dream of less than an hour ago. He gave her a quick bum-squeeze and reluctantly let her go, the heat from her buttocks seemingly burning his palm.
Anna laughed. “Lidia’s always generous with her thanks.” She looked at her daughter. “Get dressed dear,”
Turning back to Tom, she said: “I don’t know if you can help me, Tom,” she paused and looked a little embarrassed.
“Try me,” he said, trying to steal a glance or two at Lidia as she stood naked, sorting her clothes out.
“The gym coach, Mrs. Henderson says that Lidia is potentially good enough to get into the county team,” said Anna, looking proudly at her daughter, giving Tom the excuse to do the same. “But she says she needs a lot more untutored practice if she has any hope of getting to the nationals. In other words she needs time in the gym. To put it bluntly, Tom, I just don’t have the money and now I’ve lost my job, I won’t be able to afford even the lessons she has now. She needs a new leotard; I can’t even afford that. I hate to ask, but is there anything you can do to help, someone you can speak to?”
“Oh, I understand where you’re coming from Anna, but I know the rules here and the insurance, security, staff time. You name it they won’t wear it.”
“So there’s no chance then?” asked Anna.
“I didn’t say that,” he replied, “but the only way I could fix it is if she’s in here without anyone knowing. Otherwise, your Mr. McNamara would be firing me and half the management on the spot.”
“So you’ll help?” she asked hopefully.
He nodded. There was a squeal from the corner, and Lidia came and gave him another hug and Tom gave her another bare bum squeeze. She even wiggled it a bit as if to give him an extra ‘thank-you’.
“On Tuesday and Thursday evenings, the centre is usually locked up at ten P.M. The senior staff take it in turns to lock up and set the alarm. I’m on lockup this week. Tonight, being Monday and Wednesdays, we close at 8 P.M. The alarm only covers the main entrances, reception area, cafe and the offices,” he explained. “It doesn’t cover the pool, gym, squash, tennis and badminton courts, So I could let her in through the fire door at the back of the gym. How would that suit?” Anna looked at Lidia, smiled and nodded. Lidia gave Tom another neck squeeze. Tom gave her bottom another bare bum squeeze, his finger sinking into her crack an inch. She looked quickly at him, then at her mum, who was now checking at her phone for messages, then back at him and smiled. “Eight-fifteen suit? Before you go, I’ll show you which door to come to.
* * * * * *
Tom wasted little time. He wrote a short email, which simply read: “Dear George, kindly re-instate Mrs. Anna Janowski into her cleaning job, which you will make full time immediately, including a 20% pay increase. Also, offer her overtime this and next week on double pay on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. Should you choose not to do this, I will give her a copy of the attached photograph. Acknowledge receipt of this email.” He spent a few minutes editing a photograph of George McNamara, naked, sporting an erection, while licking out an underage girl’s pussy. Her face had been cropped out, but it was obvious he was molesting a pre-teen, whose completely flat chest and bald mound was on full display. The girl lived in one of the houses behind Tom’s. The child’s mother had got way behind in paying her rent and was being threatened with eviction by the council, when McNamara had come to ‘an arrangement’ with the woman in lieu of rent. Tom used an anonymous email account which he hadn’t used for some time, clicked ‘send’. He carried on doing his rounds and half an hour later was gratified to see an acknowledgement from McNamara with a single word: “Agreed”.
Because he was locking up that night, he left home early to have a meal, shower and get changed. He went into his backroom and scanned the rooms behind his house, but realised it was too early for most of them.
Tom arrived back at work at 7:45 P.M. and spent the next ten minutes touring the building reminding clients and staff it was time to go and at 8:05, he turned the key in the lock of the front door. The alarm and staff exit was a small door at the side of the building. He didn’t set the alarm just yet. That could wait until he left. Some lights were always left on for security, others turned off. He spent another five minutes going round, checking doors, windows and lights, until the building was in its usual overnight mode.
He opened the rear door letting into the gym a few minutes before time, but found Anna and Lidia already waiting for him. They stepped inside and he closed the door behind them. “I can’t stay long, I have some overtime work,” Anna enthused. “They’re even paying me double time, Tom. I was worrying how I was going to make the rent. It’s a life saver.” She looked at him with a quizzical expression. “What did you say to Mr. McNamara to make him give me my job back? I really owe you, Tom. How can I ever repay you?” She half wondered if Tom was going to expect her to repay him between the bedsheets. He wasn’t a bad looking man, she could probably bring herself to do it.
“I want nothing in return, Anna,” he said emphatically. “As long as Lidia works hard and doesn’t waste any time tonight while using the equipment, and then gets into the county team, I will be happy enough,” he said. “What time does your shift finish?”
“Nine thirty,” she said.
“Alright,” he said, looking at his watch, “come back at say nine forty-five. That will give Lidia nearly an hour and a half practice. Tap on this door three times, then leave it ten seconds and tap twice more, so I know it is you.” He smiled at Anna, “I am glad we got your job sorted Anna. Now all we need is to get Lidia into the team.”
She laughed, said she’d better go and left them alone in the large building.
“Where can I change?” asked Lidia, as she pulled her coat off.
“Everything is locked up Lidia,” he said, “but it’s only you and me here and I’ve already seen you change, haven’t I?”
She giggled and nodded, half expecting his answer. She pulled her woollen pullover off and unbuckled her jeans, letting them drop to the floor at her feet. She picked up her thin pale blue leotard and looked at it critically. She held it up to the lights in the roof and said: “I don’t know Tom, This old thing only fits where it touches and is almost see through.”
“I know,” he said, “it’s time you got a new one.
“Mum can’t afford it yet, but I hope with her new job ……. Tom, do you mind if I ask you a question?”
With his standard reply, he said: “You already did, but go on, what do you want to know?” He suspected he knew what was coming.
“How did you make that man change his mind and give Mum her job back? I saw him once, he is really scary,” she asked. Then she paused and added: “Mum thought she was going have to take us back to Grandma’s in Poland. It was only yesterday Mum said it. Grandma’s horrible and always hits me when she thinks I’m bad. I don’t want to go there. I am so pleased you fixed it. Will you tell me?”
“Well, even now Mr. McNamara might change his mind and sack your mum,” he lied. “I might have to do a lot more to make sure she keeps her job. But I’m not sure I should do that. I mean, he might sack me as well. I found out he did something he shouldn’t,” he paused for effect, “but it might be my word against his, unless I can get more proof, but that would be a big risk if I broke into his office at night, with the alarms and cameras and everything. They might put me in prison.” He was so impressed with his yarn, he half believed it himself.
“Would you do It for me, Tom, if not for Mum?” she pleaded.
“It’s a big risk,” he said ruefully. “I shouldn’t be letting you in here tonight. That could cost me my job.”
“Please, please Tom,” she pleaded, her hands together, as if in prayer. “I’d do anything for you.” The magic words he’d waited patiently for.
“What would you do for me?” he simply asked.
“Anything you want, as long as I can do it, give it or afford it,” I don’t have much to give. She smiled brightly, “I know, how about I give you a demonstration of my gym routine?”
“I was going to watch you anyway Lidia,” he pointed out.
“Oh, yeah, I suppose,” she said, looking at her feet still shrouded in her crumpled jeans.
“Unless, you make it special,” he said,
“Yeah, OK,” she said, then frowning asked: “how?”
“Perform for me.”
“I’m going to,” she sounded confused.
“Without your leotard on,” he said quietly.
Her mouth and eyes dropped wide open, not sure, but at the same time certain, she’d heard him correctly. Time seemed to stand still for them both.
At last, Tom smiled and said: “Don’t worry, Lidia, let’s forget I ever said it.” He looked around, as if they were being overheard. “It probably wasn’t a good idea for me to think of risking everything to help your mum out anyway. Get dressed and I’ll take you over the road to find her.”
Suddenly, Lidia saw the whole picture clearly in her mind. On the one hand, all she needed to do was perform naked, doing her routine to get fit and join the county team. On the other hand, if she refused, so would he, Mum would lose her job and before she knew it, she’d be back in Poland living at Grandma’s.
“I’ll do it,” she stated defiantly.
“That’s great, Lidia, and I will do everything I can to help your mum keep her job and stop you having to go back to Poland.” Both of them knew they had struck a deal which suited them both extremely well.
* * * * * *
Suddenly, Lidia became quite business like. She stepped out of the jeans at her feet and picked them up. She pushed her hand into a pocket and pulled out a scrap of paper. She handed it to Tom and said: “Could you hold that? It lists the key things I have to rehearse. In other words the things I’m not as good at as I hope to be. What’s the first?”
He squinted at the list and read out: “Beam.”
Her face fell; not her favourite exercise at all. She quickly pulled her T-shirt off and putting her thumbs in her panty waist band, turned towards him and said: “Ready?”
He laughed and nodded, watching avidly as her panties dropped to the floor. He openly stared in a way her mother wouldn’t approve of. For some reason it gave Lidia a thrill. She wanted to bring her hand down to her pussy, but she fought the urge. He could see her mons and below, her labia, just visible, it seemed to have swollen, more pink even. Could she be aroused?
“Well, if you’ve finished ogling, Tom,” She said, hoping her own feelings weren’t obvious, “I’ll make a start.”
The Beam is a gymnastic exercise only used by girls, not men. It is four inches wide and in competition is mounted just under five feet high on supports. For training, the beam is mounted nearer the floor, in this case a couple of feet, so if they fall, the gymnast is less likely to be injured. On the beam, the girl can perform front and back flips, hand stands, rolls along the beam, splits and dance moves. It’s all about balance.
Lidia became focused, stepped onto the beam and went into her routine. She pirouetted, did some flips, spins and a quick backward roll. Tom was impressed at how good she was. If she wasn’t good at this, then he wondered about the things she was. He was not only impressed at her skill and dexterity, but amazed at how her exercises allowed him to get short but amazing flashes of her most intimate places. After ten minutes, she stepped down and asked “What’s next?” Already, she could feel those familiar tingles in her pussy.
“Floor exercises,” he read out. Again she frowned, but moved over to a mat and stood on the edge. She did a few press-ups, then some squats, which Tom really enjoyed as her whole pussy opened up every time she came down. The bridge was one of his favourites too, which she performed to perfection. He almost got the impression she pushed her knees further apart, so he could look deeper into her. Finally, after about fifteen minutes, she went to the large floor mat and did her dance routine, as Tom thought of it. She ran quickly, did a forward flip in the air, several consecutive cartwheels, some leaps into the air her legs doing the splits for a fraction of a second. It was fast and very good.
Over forty minutes had passed by the time she’d done the wall-bars, pull-ups and lastly rope climbing, which Tom particularly enjoyed, as he looked up at her from below.
“Next,” she called again. She was finding that Tom watching her was making her feel really horny. She’d heard other girls say they liked being watched sometimes, now she understood why.
“Only two more,” he said, “horizontal bars first.”
Lidia smiled this time. Although she felt she wasn’t as good at this as some girls, she enjoyed doing the bars. She went to the tub of magnesium carbonate, or chalk as they called it, and coated her hands. She jumped up and caught the lower bar and started to swing. Higher and higher she went, until she flipped up and caught the higher bar. Tom was a bit worried that if she fell and injured herself, he would have a job explaining why she was here at all and why she was completely naked. He was mesmerised when she had to do the splits as her body passed over the lower bar as she spun around and around.
“And the last one?” she asked, “what is that?”
He looked at the piece of paper and read out: “Splits.”
“Ah yes,” she said, “I was shown this method by Mrs. Henderson, how some of the Russian girls use to get their splits really wide.” She looked at Tom and grinned. “You’ll like this one.” She moved to the parallel bars, which only men use in the gym. She put her hands on the bars and swung herself up. She spread her legs, hooking one over each bar. Then she straightened her legs so they were sticking out sideways in a splits which amazed Tom. Then, she let go of the bars, her hands on the top of her thighs above her knees. Her back was ramrod straight. Then as he watched, her body sank a few inches between the bars, making her legs bend even further into a ten-to-two position on the clock. “I normally try to hold this position for five minutes if I can. Are you enjoying yourself?” Lidia smiled, because this was the first time since she’d started that she could actually study his face. His boggle eyes were rivetted to where her legs met.
Tom walked around the bars a couple of times, looking at her from every angle. Apart from being incredibly aroused, looking at her naked body, he was amazed at how far she could bend her legs out in the splits without it seeming to hurt her. Suddenly, on a whim, he ducked down under the bars and got on his knees beneath her, his face turned upwards only inches from her pudenda. Her labia were stretched so taut, her whole vulva no longer bulged out. Her bottom crack, likewise was just a shallow dip. Her vagina, in this position, was as dilated as any he’d seen, and he’d seen many. She was pink and red and creamy inside. He could see movement in there, which for a second he didn’t understand; then he realised she was wet and it was arousal and then …… she dripped on him! He held his mouth open beneath her and in moments, another drip landed on his waiting tongue.
Lidia could feel his hot breath on her pussy, but the exercise required her to remain rigid, her back straight, legs unmoving. She couldn’t look down and knew if she did, she’d probably lose her balance. “Are you enjoying yourself,” she asked, wondering exactly what he was doing, knowing for sure her arousal must be obvious to him. She could feel the dampness down there.
“I certainly am,” he said, his nose inhaling the scent of heaven, his lips anticipating the next drip, which were coming every few seconds. “I am timing your five minutes,” he lied. “Would you like me to let you know when time is up?”
“Yes that would be great,” she shuddered, having realised from the direction of his voice exactly where he was.
Tom had no idea how long she’d been in this position, but reckoned it to be nearly time, as he watched her mucus starting to flow in increasing amounts, now dribbling continuously into his mouth. As he watched, he saw her clitty poke out, stiff and erect, her labia, despite being stretched were puffing up, swelling. Her whole vulva seemed to be radiating heat. She seemed full of tension. He saw her belly start to move faster as her breathing increased. Tom, an expert in little girls realised she was on the brink. She could cum at any moment.
He raised his face another couple of inches and slowly licked her cleft from her clitty, through her vagina entry and on to her rosebud. She gasped and he saw her legs jerk slightly. He licked her again and somehow, she seemed to sag. His mouth was flooded as she suddenly came. She cried out, unable to do anything being in the position she was. Her legs were not just in the splits now, but were almost in the five-to-one clock position, wedging her between the bars. She felt his hands take hold of her buttocks, as his mouth pressed to her vagina, his tongue reaching deep inside her, while his mouth started to suck. Lidia was now bent forward, holding the bars, while her legs pointed upwards behind her shoulders. She couldn’t move, but even if she could, she didn’t want to, as her orgasm intensified.
Tom, now taking over half her weight in his hands was feasting himself on Lidia’s whole pudenda. One moment his tongue was tickling her hard erect clitty, the next it sank back into her vagina, pushing at her taut hymen and then on over her perineum into her anus, now a tunnel into her rectum.
Lidia realised she was losing control of her young body and in a final act of betrayal, her bladder let go. There was nothing she could do about it, it just happened. Tom’s mouth was still sealed over her vagina and as soon as he tasted her first drops of bitter tangy wee, he pressed harder to her and got ready. She squirted and again. He savoured her flavour, before swallowing, relishing the bitter taste. She didn’t need to know this was one perversion he loved as much as many others, as her flow increased in squirts in time with her orgasm, while he swallowed continuously.
Finally she stopped. Her climax calmed to a slow cum and her urine finally slowed to a drip. Tom pulled away from her and still holding her weight, helped her down from between the bars. She lay on her back on the soft mat, her legs either side of Tom as he knelt there, still looking at her red and pink looking pussy, which even now, was slowly opening and closing in the final stages of her incredible cum.
“I don’t want to rush you Lidia, but your mum will be here any time,” he said. “Go into the staff toilet over there,” he pointed, “and give yourself a quick wash. Take your clothes with you just in case.” Lidia struggled to her feet and did as he said.
A few seconds after the door closed behind her, there were three taps at the fire door. Anna had returned. He went to the door and seconds later, she tapped twice more. He opened the door and she slipped quickly in.
“Where’s Lidia?” she asked. He could see her sniffing the air and wondered if she could smell Lidia’s excitement.
Tom pointed to the staff toilet door. “She’s inside changing,” he explained. “I think she is shy.” He smiled.
“I don’t think so, Tom,” she said, picking up the discarded leotard still lying on the floor. “Apart from the smell that hit me as soon as I walked in here,” she dramatically sniffed the air again, “she’s always sweaty after a long workout. This is bone dry.” Anna held out the leotard and looked at Tom, her face inscrutable, then raised an eyebrow as if to say: “You scratched my back in saving my job, I’ll scratch yours by not asking any awkward questions”. Anna was many things, but being stupid was not one of them. They already had an unspoken understanding.
Lidia came out soon afterwards, kissed Anna and picked up her belongings. Mother and daughter left the same way they’d arrived.
* * * * * *
It was two days later. Tom was inside 7b, watching two five-year-olds being changed by the harassed mother of one of them. She was wearing the full burka. One of the children was a lovely long dark-haired brown skinned girl, obviously the woman’s daughter. They had been in for a swimming lesson. The girl wore a full covering costume, down to her ankles with a hood over her head. The boy just wore a standard pair of swimming trunks.
The woman told her daughter to get on and take her costume off and dry herself, while she turned her attention to the boy. She slowly peeled off his trunks and paused looking at his tiny cock and ball sack, shrivelled up from the cold water. She took them in her hand and fondled them for a few seconds, then amazed Tom when she bent down, lifted the veil of her burka and sucked him into her mouth, cock, balls, everything. The boy looked happy enough.
After a minute or so, the woman said something to the girl in a language Tom didn’t understand, but the meaning was clear: to get out of her costume. In a few seconds, the girl was standing naked, wet and cold. Tom felt a bit sorry for her, although he appreciated the beauty of her naked body as she stood facing him a few inches away. She was small in almost every way. Her mons was narrow and short. It wasn’t full yet and her cleft could only just be seen. She had no dimple or clitoral hood showing, but nevertheless, he thought she was incredibly sexy for all that.
The woman threw a towel around the girl and quickly rubbed her, before whipping the towel away again. She smiled at the boy and taking his hand, pushed it between the legs of her daughter. With her other hand, she started to fondle his tiny cock again, which started to grow with a little erection. She moved her hand up and down it for a minute or so, before finally pulling her hand away to get the children dressed. Tom knew he wasn’t a saint, but in this job he often saw things to confirm he wasn’t the only one.
Tom left the cubicle shortly before the woman and children. He made out he was checking something behind the desk as they left, keeping his head down out of sight. He then followed them out to the reception and the main entrance, where a man was waiting for them. He was bearded and wore a long flowing gown and turban. He looked confident, a man of substance. The woman walked to him and bowed her head. The man handed her a brown envelope and taking the hand of the boy, walked away, leaving the woman and girl watching, as they climbed into a large chauffer driven Bentley car. The woman opened the envelope and Tom could just make out a small wad of twenty pound notes. She smiled to herself and walked into the cafe adjacent to the reception and ordered a coffee.
Tom retrieved his “workbag” from 7b and pulled the SD card from his camera, went into his private admin office at the back of the building plugged the card into his laptop and had a quick look at the recording. He didn’t have to go far into it before he froze the frame, sat back and smiled. There was the woman with her burka hood pulled down round her neck. Beside her was a naked boy, with his hand in the crotch of an equally naked girl, held in place by the woman’s hand, while she sucked his cock. This was as incriminating as it got. But what made it even more interesting was that he knew who the boy was. The son of a very wealthy international businessman, related to the royal family of a middle east oil state.
He pressed ‘print’ and waited while the machine whirred. Next he turned the photo over and put it back in the printer. He typed a quick message and pressed ‘print’ again. He switched off the laptop and printer and folded the photo, which although not a work of artistic genius, was clear enough for his purposes. Putting the photo into a plain envelope, he walked back to the reception, where he saw the woman and child still at their table. He waited his moment. The girl said something to her mother, who rebuked her, bringing tears to the child’s eyes. The woman took out her phone and was checking messages, as Tom walked passed and dropped the envelope into the bag at the side of her seat.
The first email came in about an hour later, which read: “Fuck off, you fucking pervert.”
Tom’s message on the back of the photo had simply told her she was to take 20 pornographic pictures of her naked daughter and email them to his anonymous email account. She had no way of knowing who or where the message had come from. His reply was succinct: “I now require 30 pics and the time limit will be three hours from now, or a copy of the photo of you giving his son a blow-job will go to Prince Sharif’s press office. If you miss that deadline, it will be 40 and it will go to his father, after that, the press.” He then went into detail about the poses she was to take of the girl.
An hour later, the emails started to arrive, each containing several high definition photographs. Tom, looking at the variety and locations realised these photos hadn’t just been taken, but must have already existed. As demanded, there were many with the girl holding her pussy wide open, with the camera just inches away. Some were in a room indoors, some seemed to be by a pool and a few on a sandy beach, with grains of sand inside the child’s vagina, with what looked like a man’s fingers holding her wide open.
When the last photo arrived, he sent a final message: “Thank you, that will be all.” Tom knew he would enjoy himself studying the photos very carefully one evening soon. The woman would never know who the messages had come from and never heard from Tom again. Nor, as she had feared, were the photos ever posted on the internet.
* * * * * *
But I digress. This chapter is about Lidia. It was later on that same afternoon that Anna came into the café for her afternoon break. She sat in a corner and picked up her “English for Beginners” book and started to read. It was a couple of days since the gym practice and Tom wondered if anything had been said between her and Lidia.
Nothing much got passed Anna’s eagle eye and she watched with interest as Tom came to the door, saw a woman and girl, both in full burkas, sitting near the counter. He was waiting, then, when she was distracted, he walked by casually and dropped an envelope into her bag. Anna was intrigued. She had already worked out what made Tom tick. It had taken a lot of wheedling to get the truth out of Lidia, the other night, but eventually the full story emerged. Tom was a pedo. Back home in rural Poland, she’d encountered plenty of them when she was a girl. Her own uncle had molested her ever since she could remember and had fucked her regularly from when she was Lidia’s age. It was no big deal, as long as they didn’t hurt anyone, what harm was done? Anna looked at the little girl drinking her glass of tap water. She might be pretty, but covered head to foot in that stupid one piece hooded garment, it was hard to tell. Then she realised: Tom was targeting the girl. She smiled to herself. “Good luck with that one,” she thought.
It was a minute later, Lidia returned from the back office. Mrs. Henderson had asked to see her and Anna had been waiting for her to come out of the meeting. Lidia was crying.
“What’s the matter, Darling?” Anna asked.
“Oh Mum, The Hen (the gymnast girls’ nickname for Mrs. Henderson) says I have failed the assessment,” Tears were streaming down her face. Anna rummaged in her bag and handed her a tissue.
“What else did she say?” asked Anna.
Lidia hiccoughed a couple of times as she mopped her tears again. “She says my floor dance routine is nearly good enough, my horizontal bars could be OK, but I need to work on the beam. She says it’s just not good enough and with the selections being made Saturday morning, as things stand, I won’t get through. She said that all the other girls have been having extra tuition and it shows. The gym is booked out until then anyway. So she said I couldn’t have extra tuition anyway. I don’t like The Hen.”
Anna looked pensive. “What about Tom?” she asked, studying her daughter carefully.
“What about him, Mum? You told me I can’t let him touch me again,” she muttered.
“No, I didn’t exactly say that, Lidia, did I?” she frowned. “What I said was that Tom saved my job and I am grateful to him for that. I suspect he could easily make me lose my job, just as easily so we must be careful. But he made you do all your exercises naked. You know what that makes him? He’s a pedo. But you told me you enjoyed the other night.” Anna scrutinised her daughter’s face before continuing: “But you know if it happens again, he will probably want more from you. It’s up to you. He can probably give you more gym time, but he’s going to want more Lidia time. The big question, Lidia, is do you want to?”
Lidia wasn’t sure if her mum meant ‘want to have more gym time’ or ‘want to let Tom touch her again’. A shudder went through her as she realised she wanted both. “Yes Mum,” she said shyly, “I want to.”
“Alright, then, I will speak to Tom and see if he can help. He said he locks up on Monday, Wednesday and Fridays, so you might get two more gym sessions before Saturday’s assessment,” said Anna.
Tom had just received the last of the emails containing the photos he’d blackmailed out of the woman in the burka, when his mobile trilled. Caller I.D. said: “Anna Janowski”. He picked up and said: “Hi, Anna how’s the job going? Any trouble from McNamara since I put him straight?”
“No, thank you for that, Tom,” she said. “He’s put me on full time, but said I was on probation. What does that mean?”
“It means, Anna, that if your work isn’t good enough, or he’s unhappy for any reason, he will terminate your employment,” said Tom.
“Oh, if that happens, my visa will terminate and I would have to return to Poland.”
“So we need to make sure he never has a reason to sack you then, don’t we,” said Tom, emphasising the ‘WE’.
“Tom, I have another favour to ask you,” she continued. “Lidia’s assessment is on Saturday, and she’s been told, by Mrs. Henderson, she isn’t good enough and will fail.”
“I see,” he mused, knowing what was coming, “go on.”
“Would you, you know let her use the gym again, like you did Monday night?” she asked.
“I don’t know, Anna,” he said doubtfully. “It’s a big risk for me and ……. “
“She won’t be wearing her leotard you know,” stated Anna, cutting Tom’s argument from under him.
Well, alright,” he said, “just this once.”
“And Friday,” she added with persuasion.
“Why should I take that extra risk, Anna?” he asked thinking he’d seen every inch of Lidia, already.
“Because, if she passes the assessment on Saturday,” said Anna with a very poignant tone in her voice, she will want to thank you.” He smiled at the phone. “Same time tonight?” she asked. Tom agreed and ended the call.
* * * * * *
That evening went very much the same way as the Monday before. Lidia came in said goodbye to Anna, stripped off quickly and set to rehearsing her routine. Tom could see a determination in her face which wasn’t there the other day. She ignored him and concentrated on her routine and perfecting her moves. He admitted to himself that she had a superb athletic body and as she spun naked around the horizontal bars, with her legs wide apart, that it was a performance of artistic genius. Her floor dance routine was markedly better than Monday too. She wasn’t perfect on the beam, but it was probably the hardest routine of all. He genuinely didn’t want to interrupt her practice and it was with surprise he noticed forty five minutes had passed.
At last, she moved to the parallel bars and stood between them, pausing for a moment. They looked at each other and she gave an enigmatic smile and imperceptible nod as she effortlessly lifted herself up, swinging her legs outwards into, what was to Tom, an impossible splits. When she was settled, her back rigidly vertical, legs horizontal, he saw her body slowly sink, and her legs lift until they were once again in the ten-to two position.
By now, Tom was kneeling, as he’d done the other day beneath her, his nose just an inch away from her wide open pussy, his eyes and camera recording every contour of her beautiful pudenda. Once again, she felt his hot breath on her, and anticipated with increasing arousal his tongue, which didn’t disappoint as it finally swept through her cleft, vagina, bum crack and back over and over. She came instantly, and had to bend forward and grab the rails so she didn’t fall.
Tom loved the taste of her little girl juices, pouring from her in a flood, mixed with her sweat and a few squirts of pee, as he milked her dry over the next ten minutes. Finally, like last time, she slumped down, all the tension in her leaving, as her incredible climax slowed and stopped. Again, her legs were pointing up at an impossible angle between the bars. Tom took her weight and lifted her down. At that moment, there were three taps on the door. A minute later two more. Tom let Anna in and closed the door behind her. She looked passed him at her naked daughter sitting on the beam, leaning forward, her hands on her knees, trying to catch her breath. The reek of pussy juice was thick in the air.
“She worked very hard tonight, Anna,” I am sure she’ll do OK on Saturday.
“I can see that,” she replied, “perhaps she’s overdone it.” Tom just smiled. She squinted at him. “Wipe your face, Tom,” she said, as if speaking to a child with a runny nose. Anna took Tom by his elbow and walked away from Lidia, who was just going into the staff toilet with her bag. “There’s something else you need to know, Tom,” she said quietly. “That Mrs. Henderson….”
“What of her,” he interrupted, “I understand she’s firm but a good instructor.”
“Yes,” said Anna, “she is, but she isn’t fair. She has favourites.”
“Favourites? How do you mean?” he asked.
“Don’t be naïve Tom,” she spluttered. “I was a gymnast once. Good one too. Coaches like Mrs. Henderson always have favourites. In other word, Tom, no matter how good Lidia is, she won’t get in the team.”
Tom recalled the video footage he’d taken in the staff changing room, the same one which Lidia had just walked into. It had been a year ago and consisted of The Hen appearing in one of the cubicles with a ten-year-old dark skinned girl. She had said they needed to make sure her new leotard fitted properly. Her actions with the girl for the next five minutes showed nothing of interest to Tom, as the costume never came off the child. But the movements of The Hen’s hands inside the material against her pussy were unmistakable, especially when she told the girl to get her legs apart so she could feel her better; and did she want to be in the team?
“So what do we do?” he asked reasonably.
“We let Lidia down gently,” said Anna sadly. “What else can we do?”
“What if I had a little word with The Hen,” he suggested. “Like I had a word with McNamara?”
Anna’s eyes went wide, then hope showed in her face, “You mean you could …..”
“No promises, Anna,” he said, pretending to look uncertain, as if the problem was almost impossible to solve, “but a bit like with McNamara, sometimes solving a problem depends on solving another.”
Anna instantly understood his inuendo. “Alright Tom,” she said, “here’s the deal: Lidia will have another practice session with you Friday night. You might need to give her a ‘hand’ to get her routine right. Then, on Saturday, if she gets into the team, I’ll bring her round to your house to thank you. But on one understanding.”
“What’s that?” he asked.
“She does what she wants and nothing more. What happens only happens because she is willing. No forcing her, no pain and no coercion.”
“That’s entirely fair, Anna. I think we have an understanding.” He shook her hand, just as Lidia came out of the staff changing room.
* * * * * *
Tom gave the question of The Hen some thought. In the end, he decided to do it anonymously, like he had with McNamara. He emailed Mrs. Henderson and simply typed : “Lidia Janowski will be selected for your team on Saturday. You will NOT check to see if her leotard fits correctly, like you did in the attached short video, which I hope not to have to send to Mr. McNamara. Acknowledge receipt.”
When she received it, she went pale with shock. She had no recollection of when she had fiddled with the girl. Firstly because the child’s family had moved to another city six months ago, so it had to have been before that and secondly, she fiddled with all her ‘special’ girls regularly. Now she realised someone somewhere knew her secret. She knew there was nothing she could do about that and would probably never know who it was. She typed a reply: “She’s on the team.”