A Large Stiff One (ALSO), part 3: finale

Written by The Englishman

Quick note to all who have been following little Millie's adventures.

I finally finished. I didn't want to let go of Millie and it was difficult to end her story. It was especially difficult to end it the way that I have. So, I cheated again. I wrote two very different part 3's. The one I have posted here is the fictional one - it's about consequences and demonstrates Newton's third law in all its awful glory...

I know that quite a few of you have followed the story. I have absolutely no idea how many of you actually enjoyed it or if it was worth the pain and hard work that it took me to write it. All I can say for sure is that more than 500 people have downloaded the second part and so far only two people out of five hundred have bothered to acknowledge it or me.

This isn't a torrent site that you have to sneak into to steal movies and music. The writers here are all happy to share their hard work with you and very few get anything out of it apart from knowing that possibly someone enjoyed it.

If there is sufficient interest, I will be delighted to post the alternative, less fictional version of this final part. Two out of five hundred is not what I'd call interest. In fact it seems to be a fairly clear indication that it might be time to hang up my pen and look for ways to express myself that involve less time and effort.

Small clip of part 2 with spelling errors and missing words corrected

"What I'd like, Millie," he continued softly, "is for you and me to be friends. Wouldn't you like that too?"

Millie nodded tearfully.

"...Just like you and Mr Ingman," he added with enough emphasis that even a ten year old girl could not fail to understand.

Millie's head jerked up to stare him the eye, understanding slowly dawning on her. She shook her head vigorously, disbelief reflected in her eyes.

"No," she whispered softly but it more a plea than an objection.

"No? Not friends?" he queried gently.

"Yes, but..." Millie managed to whimper before he cut her off smoothly.

"Good" That's settled then," he said quickly.

He turned to me as if remembering that I was still in the room.

"Perhaps you'd prefer to wait in the bar, Mr Ingman , while Millie and I discuss the nature of our friendship."

"I'm not leaving Millie here alone with you," I said, trying to regain some sense of control over what was happening.

"You'd rather stay here and watch then?" he replied easily. "I didn't have you down as a voyeur, Mr Ingman ."

"You can't do this," I protested.

What a useless thing to say. Of course he could it. He could do anything that his grubby mind and even grubbier hands wanted to.

"I don't see why not. After all you already did so you can hardly criticise my actions, can you?"

"For God's sake man, she's just a child..."

"Didn't seem to worry you before did it?" he shrugged. "Anyway, it's up to you. You can stay and watch but I think that it will be less upsetting for both you and Millie if you went and had a drink for a short while."

"This is my room," I tried a final futile protest.

"I think that you'll find your tenancy will be considerably shortened if you oblige me to call the police to settle this matter. Now be a sensible chap and leave Millie and me with a little privacy.

He turned his attention back to Millie and I watched helplessly as his fingers disappeared completely beneath her shorts.

I heard Millie gasp and her face blushed deep crimson with shame and embarrassment. I knew that Millie wasn't wearing panties and she knew that I was aware of it too. It was very clear, from the movement of the manager's fingers beneath her shorts, what he was doing to her.

Millie looked at me with pleading eyes. I couldn't tell if she wanted me to stop what was happening or if she wanted me to leave the room and save her from having me witness her shame.

I couldn't watch what was happening to her and walked slowly to the door.

I heard Millie gasp and then whimper softly as I opened the door but I couldn't look back.

"Please make sure to close the door properly on your way out, Mr Ingman . I'd prefer it if Millie and I were not disturbed."

I turned as I closed the door and saw that the bastard was wasting no time. He was already unfastening Millie's shorts. I saw the tears streaming from her eyes as he pulled them from her, exposing her naked lower half to his lustful gaze.

Millie's eyes were closed tightly, tears leaking from between her dark lashes. It was clear to me that she was trying to hide behind her closed eyes, almost as if she thought that if she couldn't see what was happening then she wasn't really there.

With her eyes clamped tightly shut, Millie couldn't see me but he could and he did. ......(cont)

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This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.


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