Chapter 12: The Insane Root

Lorna cursed her luck as she drove along in the slipstream of the black Limo. As if the weirdness of the past couple of days had not been enough, she now had to play chaperone to this band of misfits. However, the chief's instructions had been clear.

'Get them off my patch, and ensure they are safely taken to their next hotel. Watch them and brief the hotel. Oh and no cock ups!'

Lorna glanced across at Helen.

"Are you any happier to be guarding these idiots than I am?" She asked.

"Makes a change for me, I'm not used to this sort of excitement," Helen giggled, "and I get the chance to be close to the delectable Alison."

"Oh god, you're not a fan are you? No, surely not! You have got the hots for her, haven't you? Just my luck, a lesbian WPC by my side, this just gets better."

"Hey! You weren't complaining in the changing room when I was munching you." Helen countered.

"Th - that was an aberration, I'm not like that normally," replied Lorna, her condescending tone gone.

"Oh, an aberration, come to think of it, a multiple aberration," Helen laughed.

Lorna felt the colour rise in her cheeks; she fixed her eyes on the road, and her mind on the job. Long sullen minutes passed before she spoke again.

"How far away are we?"

"About another 50 miles to Bath, then the itinerary really begins, sound checks tomorrow morning and the gig at Academy Bristol the day after."

"I only asked how far, please try to act a bit more professional. You sound like an overawed teenager," Lorna snapped.

"Humph, maybe I do. At least I'm not frigid..."

"Can I remind you of who's the senior officer here, WPC Grant."

The temperature in the car seemed to drop below zero. It hovered there for the rest of the frosty journey. As darkness fell, Lorna parked her police car beside the Limo and the battered hospital van. Lorna jumped out and hurried along ensuring that she reached the reception long before the rest of the band and the hangers on. The muted conversation with the receptionist did nothing to raise Lorna's flagging spirits. Dutifully she walked over to the huddle of women and handed out the room keys. Finally only she and Helen remained, Lorna spoke hesitantly.

"A bit inconvenient Helen, but we have to share."

Helen grimaced.

"Ok, but I get to pick which bed I want!" Helen groaned.

"They only had a double, we really have to share," said Lorna.

"Bollocks! Well don't worry, after today your virtue is guaranteed, Lorna."

"Screw you, bitch," said Lorna before storming off.

"Oh, most professional and by the way, not a chance!"

Helen picked up her case and wandered off towards the bedrooms.

"Excuse me, hello," the receptionist called.

"Yes?" asked Helen wearily.

"Sorry I forgot to tell your girlfriend, but one of the band arrived separately, earlier on."

"She's not my girlfriend. Far from it she is just a... colleague," spat Helen.

"Oh, my mistake, I'm sorry. Anyway, Ms Mika, and her consort, a Ms Lesley arrived earlier."

"Ms Mika? Who the hell is she?"

"Erm, she said Maldea would know her, does that help?"

"Not really, don't worry. I will sort it with Lorna. In the morning."

"Have a goodnight."

"Oh without a doubt," Helen smiled grimly.

"Well, that is a fascinating tale, Jeff. But it is a complete fantasy," Julian chuckled.

"Oh, and you Dr Fazakerly have a far better explanation?" growled Jeff.

"No, but I don't need to resort to fantasy. No wonder the police held you, if you came out with that tripe!"

"Well, if you two are just going to argue, I'm off to powder my nose," said Jolene.

"Sure," grunted Julian.

Janet lent over and whispered to Jeff.

"Carry on with the Doc, I'm going to have a chat with Jolene."

Janet stood and walked away to the rear of the quiet Pub. She left behind a stony silence. Leanne was seated between the two protagonists; she looked from one to the other and shrugged, 'men!' She sighed internally.

"Can I suggest something?"

"Yeah, sure Leanne, fire away," said Jeff.

"Why don't we just find the girls and your wife first, and worry about the detail later?"

Jeff and Julian eyed each other warily, before an uneasy peace treaty was agreed with a nod. Leanne sighed again out loud this time.

Janet walked into the ladies room just as Jolene flushed the lavatory; seconds later she opened the wooden door and smiled weakly at Janet.

"Hi," said Jolene.

"Hi, Jolene, what are your thoughts on this?"

"I don't know, I mean things have been weird lately, but lesbian vampires? It all sounds a bit Channel 4ish to me..."

"So, nothing odd has happened to you?"

Jolene instantly remembered the lingering desire Rachael's touch had left on her, and her desperate sex sessions with Fizz. The very act of recall coloured her face.

"No, nothing at all," said Jolene through tight lips.

"What about your daughter, Rachael?"

"Rachael was ill! The doctor told me that, she was ill!"

"Oh, I'm sorry I didn't mean to upset you."

Janet put a supportive hand on Jolene's quaking shoulder.

"You didn't, I'm not, and it's just worry about Rachael."

Jolene felt calmed by Janet's affection, her hand warm and comforting on her skin. The slow massage reassured her. She stopped shaking and looked into Janet's eyes. The blue-grey orbs were full of concern and understanding Jolene cleared her throat.

"W-what about you, has anything bad happened to you?"

"I don't know if I would call it bad, but odd things have happened, sexual ones," Janet confessed quietly.

"Sexual..."

"Yes, I have never been attracted to my own sex before but now..." Janet's voice petered out.

Her hand slipped from Jolene's shoulder, crept across the smooth cotton Tee-shirt and stopped when it reached the swell of a well formed breast.

"'Ere, you coming onto me, 'cause I'm not interested. I like men, you understand, men," Jolene protested.

"So did I."

Janet's nimble fingers located the unerect bud of Jolene's left nipple, gently she twisted and released it. The tip hardened and rose up to nudge her fingertips once more. Janet heard a small sound catch in Jolene's throat.

"It gets quite addictive, once you try it Jolene."

"Well I am not going to get addicted, 'cause I'm not that sort!"

Jolene shook Janet's hand free and strode out of the toilet, without a backwards glance Janet sighed in frustration, and slid the hand that had been cupping Jolene's precious fruit under the waistband of her jeans.

Her fingers nipped the swollen outer lips, and trapped her bulbous clit. Slowly she masturbated it, as if it were Jeff's straining organ. It felt so large. She could imagine it was a miniature cock. The outrageous image was enough to send her into a trembling climax. Eventually, Janet freed her sticky digits and brought them up to her twitching lips. Carefully and deliberately she cleaned away her lubrication. Janet finally checked her appearance in the mirror. She smiled a wicked smile at her reflection, flicked her blonde streaked mane of hair and walked back into the pub.