The Settlement

[Sandra B]

Chapter 49.  A Break?

On Monday morning the head had called a special assembly.  While Mrs Doughty was pinning up several of Tina’s posters around the school, Miss Tancred announced the party.
“Students.  I have to make a brief announcement, and then you can all get back to your classes.  I’m sure most of you know Valentina’s, the ice-cream parlour in the High Street.  The proprietress, Susanne Coleman, is organising a private party for the students of Caroline Norton, at six o’clock this Friday evening.  You will see posters around the school with full details.  Tickets will be available from Mrs Doughty during lunch tomorrow and after school for the rest of the week.  There will be a limit of sixty places, so if you want to attend please make sure you don’t delay.  There will be a free supper and ice-cream dessert, and drinks thereafter will be subsidised.  I understand one of the waitresses will be a student from this school.  Miss Coleman has told me she would be open to hosting some sort of entertainment after supper, so I have asked Miss West if the dance club could put on a little show.  I hope all of those interested will be able to attend.  Thank you, that is all.”

A buzz of excitement ran through the assembly as it dispersed.  The idea of free supper and ice-cream was very appealing of course.  But who was going to be the waitress she had mentioned?  It didn’t need a psychic to work that out, and Philip knew there was no point denying the fact.  The only remaining issue for debate was what costume he was going to wear, but on that subject he maintained a tight-lipped silence, despite suggestions from certain members of the tennis club that he was likely going to be dressed up as a fairy.  Needless to say, all the tickets had been claimed by the end of Tuesday lunchtime.


During that week there was an atmosphere of expectation in the school.  There was more chattering in class than usual, and the teachers expressed the view that they would be glad when Friday came.  Miss Waters especially, as, being Philip’s class teacher, she had been invited to the party by Miss Tancred. 
As he walked in the door after school on Thursday evening, Philip had a sense of foreboding about Friday.  They’re bound to insist I get dressed here.  They’ll probably make me walk there or something.  Why do they have to be so sadistic?  However, he was going to be prepared.
“Aunt?”
“Yes, dear?”
“About tomorrow.  What’s going to happen, exactly?”
“Well, you know what’s going to happen.  You’re going to wait on your little schoolfriends in your nice pink maid’s uniform.  And everyone’s going to have a nice time.”
“Yeah.  I mean, about changing and getting there.  Please tell me Tina’s going to give me a lift.”
“I don’t think she can, darling.  You’ll need to be there by five.  Susanne wants to prep you on a few things.”
“I knew it!  You can’t make me walk there – or take public transport!  It’s just too much!”
“Don’t be so lazy, dear.  Really, you’re young and vigorous.  It shouldn’t be a problem for you.”
“You know that’s not what I mean, aunt!  I can’t parade about in public in that…that stupid costume!  I’d be completely humiliated!”
“Well I would have thought you’d be used to that now.  But seriously, I thought you were planning to take it with you and change there.  Or Tina could probably drop it off with Susanne in the morning, if you’re too weak to carry it.”
Her words took a moment to sink in.  He stared at her in amazement.
“What?  I can change there?  At the restaurant?”
“Of course, dear.  I assumed you would be.  Is that all right?”
Relief flooded over him.
“Oh…yeah…course.  Well, that’s…very good.  Okay.  I don’t mind taking it myself, of course…”
“Oh, I should leave it to Tina if I were you.  She goes right past there on her way to work.”
“Oh…okay…that’s…that’s very kind.  Yes.  Well, I’d better…go and change.”
And he bolted off upstairs.  He couldn’t believe it.  His aunt had actually foregone a golden chance to humiliate him.  As he changed out of his school uniform, he whistled in sheer joy.

But he wouldn’t have been whistling had he known the reason for his aunt’s forbearance, a reason which had put a self-congratulatory smile on her face as soon as he had left the room.  This way he would have no choice about what he wore under his skirt!

[Sandra B]

Chapter 50.  Great Un-Expectations.

The following morning Tina took the box and bag containing his waitress outfit, and dumped it on the back seat of her car.  She dropped Philip off at school, and promised she would meet him at the restaurant as soon as she got out of work.  School was a pain that day.  Girls kept coming up to him asking him about his costume, or making funny remarks – at least, they thought they were funny.
“Hope you haven’t forgotten your little tray, Philip?”
“Want a tip, darlin’?  Don’t stand too near the tables – you may find something climbing up your leg!”
“Will you be a fairy? Please be a fairy!”
“Don’t make any silly boobs, will you?”
“Will there be sausages?  There’s nothing nicer than a big, meaty sausage!”
He couldn’t wait to get out of school.  He got home, changed into jeans and a top, grabbed a sandwich, and left.
“Have a nice time, darling,” his aunt called after him.  He didn’t reply.

He got to Valentina's about ten to five.  Susanne unlocked the door and let him in.  He looked around.  The tables had been rearranged so that they were all in the main space to the right of the door.  There was a smaller space on the left, and a passage which led to the toilets.
“We’ve left that clear so the dance club can do their routine,” said Susanne.
“Okay.  Do you have my costume?”
“Yes.  Tina left it.  She’ll be along soon, I hope, to help you with your makeup.  But before you get changed, could you give me a hand to bring in the display cone?”
Philip looked at her suspiciously.
“Don’t worry.  We always bring it in at night now, after the figure was stolen.”
“Yes.  Course.”
They went outside.  Susanne pressed down a lever on the cone end of the base with her foot, and it rose up a couple of inches on a little set of wheels.  With an effort, they trundled it inside, and parked it to the left of the door.
“It’s heavy, said Philip.  What’s it made of?”
“The base is cast iron.  But I’m always afraid one day the cone might go the same way as the girl.”
“Okay.  So shall I…?”
At that moment there was a rattling of the door,  Tina had arrived, together with two girls.  Philip recognised one as the waitress from the other day.  Susanne let them in.
“Hi, guys.  Let me introduce you.  Girls, this is Philip, who’ll be helping tonight.  Philip, this is Giselle, who I think you may remember from the weekend…”
“Hi.”
“…and this is Cat – Catriona, but she’s always called Cat.”
“Hi Cat.”
“Hi, Philip.”
“Right, so then, let me show you where you can change.  I put the stuff in there, Tina.”
She led them out the back to a little side room.  Tina looked around for the costume.  The box was on a chair.  She opened it to reveal the bright pink vinyl maid's dress.
“Right.  Let’s get this on you first.  Take off your top.  Now, a nice silky vest.  That’s right.  Now I’ll lace you into this.”
Philip kicked off his shoes and stepped in to the costume.  Tina pulled it up, got his arms through, and closed the tubular collar with the two press-studs at the back. Then she laced him up from waist to collar, pulling the lace tight at each pair of eyelets, and tied it off with a double knot.
“Turn around.  Great.  You look stunning.”
“It feels quite tight…”
“It’s supposed to.  Keep you nice and erect.  Right, now what else do we have here?  Headdress…that can wait till last…gloves…ditto…ah, socks and shoes.”
She produced a pair of beautiful pink patent leather block-heeled lace-ups, and a pair of pink knee-socks.
“Socks?” said Philip.  “I imagined I’d have tights….”
“Change of plan, darling.  Now, where’s that bag?”
“With my panties and stuff?”
“Yes.  Silly me, Philip.  I must have left it in the car.  I’ll go get it.  While I’m away, please get off your jeans, panties and underpanties, and put them outside the door with your shoes and top.  Okay?  I’ll be right back.”
“Okay.  Just pass them into me, all right?”
“Sure.” 
Tina made her way back to the restaurant.  But she didn’t go to her car.  She reached under the counter and pulled out a big carrier bag containing a package.  She winked at Susanne.  Susanne winked back.  No words were exchanged.

When she returned to the room, all Philip’s ordinary clothes were outside the door, just as she had asked.  She collected them all up, took the package out  of the bag, and stuffed them in in its place.  Then she knocked at the door.  It opened a few inches, Philip’s hand came out, and she gave him the package.  The door closed again.  She waited.  There was a few moment’s silence.  Then,
“Tina!  What the f***?  What’s this?”
“That’s your panties, dear,” she replied, mildly.  Please put them on so I can come in and do your makeup.”
“It a load of pull-ups and plastic pants!  I can’t wear these!”
“Well, it’s those or nothing.  So if I were you, I’d put them on.”
“No!  Give me my panties back!”
“No way.  Get dressed and stop complaining, or I’ll drag you out of there just as you are!”
Tina had to wait the best part of five minutes before a contrite voice from within murmured,
“I’m ready…”
She pushed open the door.  Philip was standing in the middle of the room, hanging his head.  From beneath his stiff little skirt on its layers of tulle peeped out the sweetest pair of plastic pants.  Tina had chosen well.  The pull-ups were themselves a bright pink, and decorated with white bunnies.  The deluxe plastic pants were also pink, tightly-elasticated, and semi-transparent.  She inwardly congratulated herself on her genius.
“Oh, come on.  Socks and shoes please.  Here, sit down and I’ll do it for you.”
He sat in the chair and let her put on his long socks and pink shoes, just like a naughty little girl who had refused to get dressed for her party.
“There.  That’s better.  Now, a couple more things.  On with your gloves.  You look so elegant!  Now, head up.”
What’s that?”
Tina had produced a broad black leather collar, about three inches wide, with a big ring at the front.
“Keep still!”
She fitted it round his neck, over the high pink collar, and buckled it at the back, securing the buckle with a tiny padlock.
“Why…?”
“Hands, please!  Put out your hands when you’re told!  That’s better.”
On over his black gloves went pink leather wrist cuffs, also secured in the same way, and finally black leather ankle cuffs  over his pink socks.
“Now stand up.  Yes.  That looks very nice.  You’re all pink and black.  Mainly pink.  You’re going to be a big hit.  Aren’t you excited?”
Philip didn’t reply, but in some hidden place deep in his psyche his latent exhibitionism was faintly stirring, fed by the imaginative complexity of his costume - a perverse desire to attract attention by whatever means.  It stirred, but was quickly crushed by the realisation that he was required to parade in front of most of his school in this most humiliating of outfits.  His skirt prevented him from seeing his pants, but his cheeks burned when he thought how he must look.  Tina, however, didn’t allow him any time for reflection.  She fitted on his plastic headband, topped with a crescent-shaped pink and white headdress, and sat him down to receive his makeup.

As she worked, she kept talking, distracting him from thinking about what was ahead, and doing her best to make the whole thing seem quite matter-of-fact.  Deftly she applied his mascara, the pink eye-shadow, the pink lip-gloss, a little of that sparkly face powder,  and pink nail polish.  Onto his ears she clipped on a pair of large, pink plastic circles, with little pink bunnies dangling in the centre.  All at once she was finished, and without pausing, she took his hand and led him back down the corridor to where Susanne was washing glasses at the bar.  He went without protest, for the moment rendered totally submissive by Tina’s uncompromising manner.
Susanne turned to look at him.
“Oh, Philip, darling!  You look amazing!  Giselle!  Cat!  Come at look at your new colleague!” 
“Oh my god, he’s just too cute!” squealed Cat, “How are we supposed to compete with that?”
The two waitresses had been given pink cotton outfits with white caps and aprons for the evening, but Cat was right.  They were definitely the supporting act.
Giselle was staring at the plunging neckline of his costume.  The tight lacing had squeezed his breasts and pushed them up, so that they bulged slightly over the cups.
“You are a boy, no?” she asked bluntly, looking him up and down.
Susanne laughed.  “Yes, Giselle, he’s all boy all right.  So don’t get any ideas.”
“I not know what you mean!” she protested, with a wink.  “I go with guys sometime, you know…”
Susanne noticed Philip was beginning to squirm a little under all the attention.
“Don’t take any notice, Philip.  You look very smart,” she said, in a kindly voice.
Tina interrupted them.
“Look!  They’re already queueing up outside!  It’s only quarter to.”
“Okay girls,” said Susanne, get all the place settings out, and the glasses.  Philip. your tables are numbers eleven to fifteen, by the front windows.  Okay?  That’ll be the L.2 and a few of the L.1 girls.  We thought we’d give them a treat, since you’re mostly friendly with the upper school.  Go on!  Chop chop!”
Philip grabbed a pile of plates and clip-clopped to his tables.  He could see grinning faces pressed against the glass, but he ignored them.  Just do your work, don’t talk to anyone, and you’ll be okay, he told himself.  Just think of that hundred quid!

[Sissy Little Girl]

Sandra B, I swear, Philip never catches a break.  Between his aunt, Tina and now Susanne; they are all plotting ways to humiliate in public.  His pink maids costume is a work of art, especially with his pull-ups and his plastic pants.  He will be the hit of the party.  I can't wait for more. :P

[Sandra B]

Chapter 51.  Table Fifteen.

The tables were laid.  It was time for the girls to be allowed in.  Susanne unlocked the door.
“Now girls, please come in quietly.  Don’t rush – there’s plenty of time.”
A studious-looking girl in black-rimmed glasses approached her.
“Are you Susanne?  I’m Isabel Waters.”
“Miss Waters!  Pleased to meet you!  I’m so glad you could make it.”
“Isabel, please.  Nice to meet you, too.  Is that Tina I see over there?”
Tina caught sight of her at the same moment.
“Miss Waters!  How nice to see you!”
“And you Tina.  How are you?” 
But a commotion was developing at the tables, where the girls were arguing over the seating.  Miss Waters immediately took charge.
“Sorry Tina.  Let’s catch up later.  Girls!  Everyone stop, please!  Now, I want all girls from L.2 in tables eleven to fifteen, first of all.  Yes, that’s right.  How many places are left?  Two?  Okay, Sadie and Freida from L.1, you can join them.  But I want Sadie, Freida, Desdemona, and you…yes, you, Jennifer” – she pointed at a cheeky-looking girl with mousy had tied back in a ponytail, wearing a slinky blue dress  – “all together on table fifteen please.  Thank you.”
Isabel Waters winked at Tina.  “All the bad apples in one place.  Keep an eye on fifteen,” she murmured.
At that moment, in walked Rebecca, Valerie, and Nikki.  Rebecca stared at Philip in dismay, but the other two burst out laughing.  They headed off to the tables, but Rebecca stopped dead.
“Keep me a place, Val,” she called after them.  Then she approached Philip.  He winced with embarrassment.
“What’s all this?  Why are you wearing those, instead of proper panties?”
“I was tricked!  By Tina - and Susanne, I s’pose.”
“Well you look stupid.”
“Thanks.”
“No, really.  Why didn’t you say no?”
“I couldn’t!  That was all there was to change into!  You don’t understand!”
Rebecca saw his distress, and allowed herself a cheeky smile.
“Sexy maid or baby girl?  You’re all confused, ain’t you, darlin’?  Well, one fing, Philip – the uvver girls ain’t gonna envy me so much after this.  I don’t mind, though.  I’ll get you some nice accessories and we can play mummies and babies togevver!”  And, giving his plastic pants a flick, she winked, and went off to join Valerie.
With Miss Waters help, all the girls were finally seated, chattering happily.  Philip was keeping a low profile behind the main counter.  Susanne looked around.  The company was mainly in casual clothes, though a few of the girls, who hadn’t been able to make it home, were still in school uniform.  A little group of six were wearing matching blue and yellow dance costumes.
“Girls!  Good evening.  I’m Susanne.  I am the manager – and owner – of Valentina’s.  I hope you’re all going to have an enjoyable evening.  Before we go any further, allow me to introduce your waitresses for the evening.  Giselle, Catriona – Cat – and last, but not least – where is he?  Philip, please come out from behind the counter.  Don’t be so modest.  Girls, please welcome our newest recruit, Philip!”
The restaurant exploded in applause, cat calls, and whistles, as Philip made his way awkwardly out from behind the counter to join the others.  In his heels he was an inch or two taller than Giselle, who herself was about the same amount taller than Catriona.  They stood in a line like three pink dolls arranged in height order.  Phone cameras flashed.  Desdemona looked at Jennifer, her best friend and partner in crime.
“Quite an ensemble, isn't it?”
“Wait till he comes over.  Then we can have a proper look.”
“I knew he was a sissy,” said Sadie, “but I didn’t know he was a baby too!”
“This is even better than when he wore his black vinyl outfit,” said Freida.  “I’m gonna make sure he never lives it down.”
Susanne continued.
“Our waitresses will now hand out your menus and take orders for drinks.  Thank you.  Enjoy!”
Philip had clocked the group on table fifteen, and knew they were going to be trouble.  So he decided to start at eleven and work his way up numerically.  Everywhere he went, however, the story was the same.  At table eleven he welcomed his customers and handed out the menus.  But none of the girls were making proper eye content – they were too busy staring at his pants, and exchanging delighted smirks with each other.  While he was taking their drinks orders on his little waitress pad, they were sliding down in their seats to get a better view!  He was annoyed, and the colour rose in his cheeks once again.  Of course, when he finally got to table fifteen, the “bad apples” were in fits of giggles. 
“I think I’ll just have some milk…,” said Sadie, “in a feeding bottle?”
“Philip,” asked Freida, “do you prefer a nappy to those nice little rubber panties you wear at home?”
“You should wear a nappy to school, Philip,” laughed Desdemona, “you wouldn’t have to go to the toilet then!”
“It’s not a nappy,” replied Philip, irritably, and with as much dignity as he could muster, he added, “it’s a pull-up!”  Which sent the whole table into convulsions.  As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he realised how stupid they sounded.  He started stammering.
“N-now look, girls, I-I need to take your orders.  Please.  Otherwise I’ll get behind…”
“Behind?” said Jennifer.  “What, a cute little behind with white bunnies all over it?”
Cue more hilarity.
“Philip?” Susanne called.  “Please hurry up, darling.  Don’t stand there chatting to your friends.  Your customers are waiting for their drinks.”
Damn.  As usual he got the blame for their messing about.  However, fearful at not getting served at all, the four reprobates finally consented to give their orders, and he was able to return to the counter to collect the drinks.  Tina and Susanne checked the tickets, prepared the drinks, and put them on trays for the waitresses to deliver to the tables.
“Help yourself to soft drinks, beer, whatever,” said Susanne to the waitresses.  “Thirsty work, isn’t it?”
Philip helped himself to a can of drink, to cool himself down a bit, physically and mentally.  Then he started serving the drinks.  With four or sometimes five to a table, and with his pert little skirt sticking all round, he had to be careful not to let it brush anyone as he made his way between the tables.  Not an easy task, especially given that he wasn’t used to the heeled shoes he was wearing.  After his first trip, he began to get the distinct impression girls were deliberately moving their chairs back to impede him, so that he would have to keep excusing himself or asking them if they’d move in.  There was a lot of giggling going on, and a few times he was sure he felt hands brushing the backs of his thighs.  But he had to concentrate on keeping the tray level.  Had he dropped a trayful of drinks, it would have been a disaster.
Finally he got to table fifteen.  He began to serve the drinks.  Desdemona looked at him spitefully.
“Such a shame you’re wearing a nappy – oops, sorry, a pull-up.  Otherwise I could maybe…do what I was doing last weekend….”
“What were you doing, Des?” asked Sadie.
“Oh, nothing…just exploring…wasn’t I, Philip?”
He tried to ignore her, but he blushed scarlet at the recollection.
“Ooh, look at him,” said Freida.  “Whatever you were doing, he remembers all right.”
“I’ll tell you after he’s left,” said Desdemona, with a grin.  And as he made his way back to the counter, he heard squeals from behind him as she rlated the episode of the cone.  Highly embellished, I bet, thought Philip.

Soon the first orders started coming out of the kitchen.  Everyone was hungry, so they allowed him an unimpeded passage through the tables, and he began to think the evening would be okay after all.  Then came the main course, and now the girls were getting more relaxed, and the wine was flowing freely, the teasing started again.  Desdemona was the worst.  She had slipped out for a minute after the starter, and he had seen her disappear into the late-night chemist over the road.  He thought nothing of it at the time.  But while he was waiting at the counter, having served the mains, he was summoned by table fifteen.
“Waitress!” called Freida.  “Waitress!  We need more drinks!”
He frowned, and didn’t move, but Susanne gave him a nudge.
“Well, go on, then.  Your customers are waiting.”
Reluctantly he went over and took their order.  They deliberately took ages deciding what they wanted, enjoying having him standing awkwardly in front of them, the butt of stupid jokes.  Eventually they’d decided, and he had the order noted on his little pad.
“Is that all?” he asked, sarcastically.
“Not quite,” said Desdemona, mischievously.  “We’ve got a little tip for you.”  She grinned and held up a pink pacifier, watching his reaction closely.
“Ha ha, very funny.”
“No, Philip, we’re serious.  We’d like you to accept this with our compliments.  And it should be in your mouth every time you come to this table.”
“Yeah, right.  You know what you can do, don’t you?”
Tina, standing by the counter, could see something brewing, and decided to go and investigate.  She came up behind Philip just in time to catch what he intended as his parting words.
“… and you know where you can f***ing put it…”
“Philip!  What do you think you’re doing?”
He gave a little jump of surprise.  “Oh…er…they were being stupid, Tina…rude…”
“I think you were the one being rude.”
“We weren’t being rude,” said Sadie.  “We bought him a little present, that’s all.”  She showed Tina the pacifier.
“Oh, I see.  Well I think, after your little outburst, that would be a completely appropriate addition to your ensemble, Philip.  Teach you to keep your mouth firmly shut when serving your customers.”
“Tina…  No…”
“Would you like me to tell Susanne?  She’d probably sack you on the spot.”
“No…please…okay then, I’m sorry…”
“Well?  Take your present, and I’d better not see you without it in your mouth until the meal is over.”
“Yes, Tina,” he said, shamefacedly, popping his new accessory between his lips, and heading back to the counter. 
“Thanks, Tina,” said Freida.  “It was Des’s idea, actually.  She’s a bit of a prankster.”
Desdemona assumed her most innocent expression, and widened her eyes to their full extent. 
“Nice to meet you, Des,” said Tina.  “Glad you approve of Philip’s costume.”
As she returned, she had to suppress a smile at the sight of Philip standing at the counter, tray in hand, pacifier in mouth, a very sour expression on his face, waiting for the drinks to be prepared.
Oh, look at him, she said to herself.  Isn’t he is the sweetest thing….?

[Sandra B]

Chapter 52.  Creamed. 

After the main meal was finished, the waitresses cleared the dishes.  Philip’s pink pacifier caused some hilarity, especially as he was frowning with the effort of keeping it clamped between his teeth.  Tina had been very clear that he was not allowed to remove it even for a second, and the girls taunted him by asking stupid questions which they knew he couldn’t respond to.  It was a relief when the tables were cleared and wiped, and the Caroline Norton Dance Company took the floor.  Philip sat on a stool at the counter.
The dance troupe consisted of eight girls.  They more matching costumes, yellow spandex leotards, the legs in the form of little fringed shorts, with blue tights and tiny blue sparkly jackets and matching tap shoes.  Oh, that’s so cute, thought Philip, I wish I….what the hell am I thinking…?  He almost spat out his pacifier in disgust at himself.  Tina noticed his sudden frown.
“All right, you can take it out, now.  Watch the dancing and have a drink.  Relax.”
“Thanks, Tina.”  He was relieved.  He placed it on the counter and poured himself a long cool soft drink.  He had decided to stay off alcohol – he wanted to be stone cold sober, so there was no inclination to lose his temper again.
The dancers were really very good – athletic but graceful and well-synchronised.  They performed to several popular numbers, finishing, appropriately enough , with the St. Trinian’s theme song, accompanied, despite the limited space, by hand-stands and cartwheels.  They were rewarded with thunderous applause.  As it died down, Philip heard the sound of an argument amongst the upper school girls.  He looked across, and was surprised to see Rebecca looking very angry, shouting at Nikki.
Philip had no way of knowing, but Nikki had been goading Rebecca for much of the evening.  It was not out of character.  She had a supercilious way of mocking people when she was in the mood, especially anyone whom she was jealous of or felt threatened by, and tonight Philip’s costume had been more than enough excuse.  She had started as soon as she caught sight of his plastic pants.
“Oh, my god, Becca.  Are you really going out with that?  I know he fancies himself as a girl, but it looks like he wants to regress to babyhood, too.”
“Shut up, Nikki! Sometimes ‘e ‘as to wear what ‘e’s told, right?  It don’t mean nuffin.”
“I heard he wears a girl’s nightie in bed too.  Is that true?  Does he wear it when you have sex with him?”
“You’re a cheeky bitch, ain’t yer?”
“Do you like that then?  I bet you do.  Frilly nighties and little boobs.  Bit of a closet lezzie, are we?  I bet you’re in charge in the bedroom, love.”
“Why are you so bleedin’ snotty, Nikki?  You jealous or somefing?  Is that it?”
“Jealous?  What, of that little wimp?”
“’E ain’t a wimp!  If you wanna know, we ‘ave the best sex I’ve ever ‘ad!”
“Well that’s not saying much, is it darling?”
“It’d be better than anything you’ve ever ‘ad.  The only bloke I know you’ve been out wiv was that spotty ignorant streak of gnat’s piss you met in the Queen's Arms!  And in any case, we love each uvver.  Which is all that matters.  So shut yer trap!”
“Love?  Yeah?  He would go with anyone who’d let him wear his soppy girlie clothes.”
“No, ‘e wouldn’t!”
“Bet he would.  Bet you I could have sex with him any time I wanted.”
“What?”
“You heard.  Bet you a bottle of vodka.  If you really thought he loved you, you’d bet me.”
Rebecca stood up and bunched her fists.  “I wouldn’t demean myself…or Philip.  If you say anuvver word I’m gonna rearrange you ugly mug for yer.”
“Girls, please…” Miss Waters tried to intervene, but she was ignored.
Rebecca must have looked like she meant business, because Nikki did shut up.  But as Rebecca resumed her seat, she muttered under her breath,
“I’ll show you…”.
But Rebecca had had enough.  Much to Philip’s surprise, she pushed her chair aside, turned her back on Nikki, and marched out, pausing only to call to him, “Sorry, Phil.  I’m off.  Don’t like the company.  I’ll see yer tomorrer!”
He stared at Nikki.  She was sitting looking at him, with a mocking grin on her face, which seemed to say, “well, that’s got rid of her.”   He felt confused, and slightly embarrassed by something in her expression.  He quickly turned his head away.  Susanne looked puzzled.
“Dunno what happened there…”

It was dessert time, and the waitresses went round collecting the orders.  At table fifteen, the teasing resumed.
“Your little lovebird’s flown away, then.”
He ignored the remark.
“Where’s your pacifier?”
“Tina said I could leave it out for a while.  I can’t have a drink with that thing in my mouth.”
“Oh.  Shame.  It suited you,” said Freida.
“Can I have your orders?  Anything on the menu.”
“Got any cones?” asked Desdemona, innocently.
“They’re not on the menu. So obviously not.”
“Cos I really fancy a cone, see?  Something long, with a nice, sticky, creamy tip.  I like licking them up the shaft, from the bottom right to the top.”  She smiled.  “Know what I mean?”
Philip didn’t quite know how to deal with Desdemona.  He fidgeted uncomfortably.
“Just give me your orders, please.”
“It’s true, Philip,” added Jennifer, “she does.  The wafer gets all soggy, and the ice-cream melts and dribbles down the outside…”
They all giggled, lounging back in their chairs and enjoying his discomfiture.
“So you don’t want anything?  Okay, I’ll go to the next table.”
“No, Philip, wait!” cried Sadie.  “Yeah, me and Freida will have Chocolate Nut Sundaes.”
“And you two?”
“I’ll have…er…I’ll have a scoop of blackcurrant cheesecake and one of pistachio,” said Jennifer.
“And you?”
“Honey and orange, please.”
“Right.”
“But Philip…?”
“Yeah?”
“I don’t want it in a dish.  I want to eat it off your naked body.”
And they all fell about again.
Philip quickly moved on.  But when he returned with their orders, it all started again.
“So, Philip – when you have to be changed, does Rebecca do it?  Or is it your aunt?” asked Desdemona, “I s’pose it’s Rebecca.  Does she put baby cream on you?  I mean, everywhere?”
Philip felt his anger rising, but he dumped the dishes and walked away without a word.
He was on his way to table twelve with an order when he found his way blocked by Jennifer’s chair, which she had pushed back,
”Jennifer?  I need to get past.”
“Well, ask nicely then, Philip?  Remember you’re our servant this evening.”
He bit his tongue.  “Please may I get past?”
“That’s better.”
“Why did Rebecca walk out?” asked Desdemona, suddenly.
“Dunno.”
“She was probably humiliated by you showing off in your plastic pants.”
“No she wasn’t!  She’d had an argument.”  He went to move on.
“I bet she’s dumped you.  Has she?”
Philip swung round angrily.  “Now look here, Desdemona…”
But the sudden movement had dislodged a fruit sundae on his tray, intended for table twelve.  It was in a tall glass.  Fruit and ice-cream topped with a big swirl of whipped cream and a cherry.  He saw it going, but with both hands holding the tray itself, there was nothing he could do.  It didn’t fall off.  It just fell over, decanting the entire contents onto Jennifer.  The fruit and ice-cream  hit her in the chest, and slid down the shiny blue dress into her lap.  Oddly, the topping and cherry ended up on the top of her head, just as it hand been on the sundae.
There was a brief moment of horrified silence.  The whipped cream was already sliding down Jennifer’s forehead, slowly followed by the cherry.  Then, as they say, all hell broke loose.  Jennifer’s scream of anguish was immediately drowned by the screams of laughter from the rest of the room.  She was not a popular girl outside her own little circle.  Even the friends she was sitting with had to smother their glee, and Desdemona was unable to forbear taking a couple of quick pictures.
Susanne came hurrying over with a cloth.
“Philip!  Stand back.”  She began to mop Jennifer’s head, deeming it advisable to start and the top of things and work downwards.
“Cat?  More towels, please.  Now!”
“I’m so sorry, darling.  Just sit still.  We’ll have you cleaned up in no time.”
“That…that…idiot!” wailed Jennifer.  “I want him punished for this!  Understand?  Punished!”
Susanne glanced up at Philip.  She was not happy.
“Get rid of those other ice-creams, quickly.  Then go and stand by the counter and wait for me.  Now!”
“Yes, Susanne….”

[Sandra B]

Chapter 53.  Sweet Offence, Sweeter Revenge.

Philip stood at the counter, fiddling with the pacifier.  He felt so miserable, he almost wanted to put it back in his mouth as a comforter.  He glanced over to where Susanne and Cat were still fussing with Jennifer.  She had stood up, and the sight of her, her dress all slimy and her hair still flecked with cream, made him feel a little better.  Pity it couldn’t have been Desdemona…
A couple of the girls from his class were waving at him.  What did they want?  He looked at them. questioningly.  They all had broad grins on their faces, and simultaneously gave him a thumbs up!  He smiled in reply, and shrugged his shoulders, as if to say, “I couldn’t help it…it was an accident…”  But it was reassuring to know the incident had at least given pleasure to someone.
It turned out Desdemona had changed at school, and still had her uniform with her.  So, as she was about the same build as her friend, Jennifer took it and went out to the toilets to change, giving Philip the dirtiest look on the way.  Susanne disposed of the soiled towels, while Cat went and got a mop and bucket and went to clean the floor.  Susanne returned.
“What am I going to do with you?”
Philip hung his head.
“It was an accident.  If they hadn’t been constantly teasing me, it would never have happened.”
“That’s not the point.  She’s absolutely furious with you.  You know her father’s some sort of bigshot journalist?  She says unless she gets satisfaction, she’ll make sure he writes us a terrible review.”
“Is that true?”
“Apparently it is.  I asked Miss Waters just now.”
“So I’m afraid, Philip,” interjected Tina, from behind the counter, “we’re going to have to make an example of you.  Nothing against you, you understand, but for the good of the restaurant.  After all, you’re going to be working here….isn’t he, Susanne?”
“Well I haven’t sacked him yet,” said Susanne, “but it’s not the greatest start, is it?”
“What are you going to do…?”
“We’re still deciding…”
The two of them went to the other end of the counter and had a brief conference.  They soon returned.  Tina picked up her handbag and took Philip’s arm.
“Come with us.”
“Where…where are we going?”
They led him over to the far corner, away from the tables, to where the display cone was standing.
“No…please…”
“You’ll be safely out of the way here.  There’ll be no more accidents here this evening,” said Susanne, firmly.  “Hop up.”
“Why…?”
“No arguments.  But we’ll let you face outwards this time, so you can see what’s going on.”
They made him stand on the base.  Tina produced two steel clips – carabiners – from her bag.
“I knew your cuffs would come in useful.”
They stood him with his back to the cone, and clipped his cuff rings to the steel loops.
“There.  Safe and sound,” smiled Susanne.  “Comfortable?”
“I suppose…”
“Oh, here comes Jennifer.  Jennifer.  Look.  He’s immobilised.  He can’t do anyone any harm any more.”
Jennifer surveyed him with a vindictive smile.
“Where’s his pacifier?  I want it in his mouth, to show he’s the little baby we all know he is.”
“Oh, okay,” said Susanne.
“I’ll get it,” said Tina.
She brought it over from the counter and popped it into Philip’s mouth.  He went to object, and it fell out.
“Oh, dear,” said Susanne.  “Here, let me wash it.”
“I want it to stay in!” frowned Jennifer.  “Otherwise he’s gonna be spitting it out all the time.”
Susanne and Tina looked at each other.
“Do you have any ribbon?” asked Tina.
“Yes.  Behind the counter.  We use it for decorating cakes.”
“Okay.  Leave it to me.”
She found the ribbon, and a pair of scissors.  When the pacifier was washed, she cut two lengths, each a couple of feet long, and threaded them through its wings.
“Open wide, darling.”
“Tina…please…”
She pushed the pacifier into Philip’s mouth, pulled the two double lengths of ribbon tight, and tied them firmly at the back of his neck.
“There.  Satisfied, Jennifer?  There’s no way that can come out now, without cutting the ribbon.”
Jennifer admired him with an evil smile.
“Just one more thing.”
“Yes?”
“Can we have him next to our table?  We’ll miss him if he's all the way over here.”
Susanne laughed.  “Okay.  No problem.”  She operated the lever, making the wheels engage, and she and Tina began to push him towards the other side of the restaurant, with Jennifer following.  Philip, eyes wide with dread, was shaking his head vigorously, but could only emit muffled sounds of protestation.  Everyone was watching, fascinated. The girls on table fifteen moved their chairs round a little, making way for another place.  Jennifer asked the ladies to push him close to the table.  When he was positioned to her satisfaction, Susanne released the lever, and the heavy base settled in place.
“Have fun,” said Susanne, as she and Tina returned to the counter.
Jennifer resumed her place, smiling triumphantly. 
“Now I’ve got you just where I want you, moron,” she said.

[Sissy Little Girl]

Sandra B, Philip has had a rough time at the party.  Tina and Susanne have made this party hell for him.  Now, he is hooked back up to the ice cream cone and can't get loose.  The girls are having a ball humiliating him.  WOW!!!! ;)