The Burnley Boys

by Drew Black

  THE BURNLEY BOYS

  By Drew Black

  So, you want to know about The Burnley Boys, do you? Well, as long as you’re prepared keep the whiskey flowing, you’ve come to the right place.

  Are you writing a crime thesis for uni or something? You don’t look much older than Jack and Tom were when they first started hanging together. You see, they were the sons that our founder, John Jessop, never had. They ended up marrying one another’s sisters – talk about keep it in the family.

  Becoming a member of The Boys was difficult but leaving was nigh on impossible. The two Dave’s saw to that. Jenkins was an animal – cruel and unpredictable, but nothing in comparison to Quilter – he was pure evil.

  Then there was Philippa, she moved to these parts back in sixty-six, around about the time Bobby and the lads brought the cup home. You would never have guessed she was a professional lady, so to speak. She was beautiful in every way, and nothing like the rest of those Manc fuckers, but we’ll get to them in due course.

  Anyways, I’ll have another drink, if I may, all this talking’s making me thirsty. And when you return, I’ll tell you all about The Burnley Boys from start to finish.

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Drew Black is a company director and personal development specialist. He has met well in excess of 150,000 people, face to face, during his career, and therefore has a pretty good idea of how people tick. This experience enables Drew to create characters, in his creative writing, that are both fascinating and believable.

  The Burnley Boys is Drew’s first novel. However, he has previously published five self-help books.

  Drew lives in the north of England with his wife and two cats.

  Copyright © 2020 by Drew Black

  Cover by Dissect Designs

  All characters in this publication are fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

  For Patrick McKenna

  Show me, show me, show me; how you do that trick

  The one that makes me scream she said

  The one that makes me laugh she said

  And threw her arms around my neck

  Show me how you do it

  And I promise that

  I’ll run away with you

  I’ll run away with you

  The Cure

  PHILIPPA’S FIRST ASSIGNMENT.

  1

  June 1953

  P hilippa Marsh sat in the reception area of the Jasmine Hotel, which was situated in the centre of Manchester. She felt distinctly nervous as she glanced at her surroundings. The reception area was very grand, and its ceiling was decorated with two large crystal chandeliers. she began to feel increasingly warm. However, she was reluctant to remove her jacket, and reveal her evening gown. She had half a mind to simply get up and walk out. She still couldn't believe she had allowed Roy Jones, her employer, to talk her into this even if the money was more than what she normally earned in a month. She glanced at her watch, if he didn't arrive in the next ten minutes, she was off. What kind of a name was Giles Somerville anyway? He was probably a brylcreemed, upper crust fool she thought, as she gave her watch another quick glance.

  The reception was beginning to get busy, and Philippa couldn't help feeling that people were staring at her. She needed the loo badly but was afraid to go in case Somerville arrived in her absence. Her stomach made a gurgling sound. Philippa closed her eyes, she wished she was at home, or out with her friends, or anywhere, accept sat here in the lobby of The Jasmine waiting for some sex-starved slime ball to come and collect her.

  "Janine?" a voice said from above her.

  Philippa opened her eyes. "Yes, is it Mr Somerville?"

  "Giles, please," The man said holding out his arm. "Sorry I'm a little late, I just had to take an urgent business call."

  Philippa just smiled as she took hold of the guy's arm. If she was honest, she could have got someone a lot worse, she supposed the guy wasn't at all bad looking really, with his black wavy hair and neatly trimmed moustache. She imagined he was in his late thirties or early forties. At least she wouldn't have to hump someone old enough to be her grandfather, she shivered involuntarily at the thought.

  "You Okay?" Sommerville asked looking down at her as they crossed the reception's Axminster.

  "Yes, I'm fine, I do need the ladies-room though." she replied feeling a tinge of warmth come to her cheeks.

  "It's okay, there's one in the restaurant." he whispered giving her a kindly smile. Roy had surpassed himself this time, he thought, what with her emerald green eyes and waist-length red hair, she was one of the most attractive creatures he had ever seen.

  Somerville escorted her to a table, where he gentlemanly pulled out a chair for her. Philippa smiled and sat down. A waiter came over immediately and handed them two menus. To Philippa the place seemed like a palace. However, it was less than a third full, so she didn't feel quite as conspicuous as she might have done.

  "The loo's just over there." Somerville said pointing with his menu.

  Philippa looked around. "Thanks." she said getting up. "Excuse me."

  Somerville watched her as she walked elegantly over to the ladies-room. He felt a stirring in his groin. He put on his glasses and studied the menu.

  Philippa returned and sat down. She felt a little more at ease now she was with the client. They both started to talk at once. "Sorry." Philippa said looking down at the tablecloth.

  "It's okay Janine, please continue." Somerville said studying her face closely.

  Philippa shook her head, looked up from the tablecloth and then immediately back down at it again. "I was just going to ask you what line of work you were in, that's all." God, you're making a right mess of this, she thought, he probably wants to order. She picked up her menu, which thankfully was in English, and started to peruse it. However, none of the information contained upon it was registering with her.

  "Oh, it's quite boring really. I'm in engineering, my firm manufactures car components."

  Philippa opened her eyes wide to convey interest, and this was all the encouragement Somerville needed. During the next fifteen minutes Philippa learned all about the intricacies of the combustion engine. If the truth be known, she was bored rigid. However, an observer would have concluded that she was listening to something akin to her lover telling her what he liked most about her. Philippa disguised a yawn by putting her hand to her mouth and pretending to cough - Sommerville didn’t notice.

  It wasn't until the waiter brought the coffees that she mustered the courage to remove her jacket. By this time, she had consumed two glasses of wine and was beginning to feel more in control of the situation. She stood and removed the garment, as she did so she couldn't fail to notice Somerville admiring her figure. Her gown was a full-length black strapless number. It was far more daring than anything she would normally wear, but then she had, had no choice in the matter. He's inspecting the merchandise, she thought cynically, as she pulled her chair back up to the table.

  "You look fantastic." Somerville said with genuine admiration.

  Philippa blushed a little; "Thanks." she replied, looking around and noticing several other men staring in her direction. all of whom averted their gazes as soon as she laid her eyes upon them. She felt amazed at how much power her appearance seemed to give her and smiled to herself as she was reminded of one of her bosses’ favourite sayings - if you've got it, flaunt it.

  "How old are you Janine, if you don't mind me asking?"

  Philippa shook her head; "No, I don't mind. I'm twenty, just. How old are you, if you don't mind me asking?"

  Somerville leant back and roared with laughter; "I like your style," he said. "How old do you think I am?"

  "Thirty-five."

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bsp; "You don't have to flatter me Janine." Somerville said smiling broadly.

  "I'm not" Philippa replied shaking her head vigorously. "I always tell the truth, Mr som-er, Giles."

  Somerville smiled again and nodded. "I'm forty-eight."

  "You don't look it, I'm being honest."

  "Is this your first time, as an escort I mean?"

  "Is it that obvious?"

  Somerville pursed his lips; "It is, and it isn't. You're just different, you have something Janine, something special, and now I'm being honest."

  Philippa smiled.

  "You could go a long way, if you put your mind to it. I'm being serious."

  Philippa shrugged her shoulders before taking a sip of her coffee.

  "Your eyes are amazing."

  "Please Giles, you're embarrassing me." Philippa said looking round to check that no-one else had heard his last comment.

  They sat in silence for the next couple of minutes. Philippa observed the other diners and studied the restaurant's decor. It was getting close to that time, the time when he'd ask her up to his room. The wine had reduced her inhibitions somewhat, however, the thought of what was to come still made her a little nervous. She had only had sex with one man previously, and to be honest she had found the experience to be grossly over-rated. The guy had dumped her soon after, and Philippa had not felt the inclination to sleep with another man since.

  Philippa somewhat to her surprise suddenly found herself taking the initiative; "I think we should go to your room now." she heard herself saying.

  "Okay." Sommerville replied with a smile. His heart began to pick up pace as the adrenalin started to course through his system. His feelings of anticipation were reaching a crescendo. His whole body was tingling as he flagged down a waiter and asked him to bring them the bill.

  The time for talking had passed, and neither of them spoke as the lift ascended the floors one by one. Somerville's heart rate had not slowed, he couldn't remember the last time he had felt so aroused. This girl simply oozes sex appeal, he thought, it wasn't just one characteristic it was her whole persona; the way she spoke, the way she looked at you with those eyes, the way she moved (cat-like) even. And as far as he could tell, it all appeared to be totally natural.

  He looked at her, and she smiled and looked away. Somerville removed moisture from his upper lip. Thankfully, as the lift came to a halt at the eighth floor his heart rate had subsided a little. He stepped to one side and let Philippa exit the lift first. "It's this way." he said moving off to the left. The walkway was well-lit and appealing with its plush carpet and expensive-looking wallpaper. However, the heating appeared to be on full blast, and was making him feel a little uncomfortable - he loosened his tie and massaged his neck to cool himself.

  He located his room and inserted his key in the lock at the second attempt. Janine place a hand on the small of his back and he felt an electric charge shoot through his body. Philippa followed Somerville into his room and was impressed by its decor which was modern but elegant at the same time. The room even had a T.V. Set. God this guy must be loaded, she thought somewhat enviously. You could probably rent her poxy apartment for three months for what this cost for a single night.

  "Would you like a drink?" Somerville asked removing his tie and opening a window.

  Philippa shook her head; "I think it's time we discussed business Giles, don't you?" The calmness in her voice masked her true feelings. She had been advised by her boss to sort the finance out before any sex took place.

  "Certainly." Sommerville replied removing his wallet from his jacket. On an impulse he went over to the window and closed the curtains. the deep pink velvet material moved smoothly along the rails. "How much?" Sommerville asked sweeping his hair back with his free hand.

  Roy Jones, Philippa's boss had advised her to ask for fifty pounds for straight sex and seventy-five pounds to spend the night, but she had a feeling she could do better, much better. She cleared her throat; "It's eighty pounds just for sex or one hundred and fifty pounds to spend the night."

  Sommerville looked at her, and in the next few seconds she saw the man’s true character surface, and it was that of a completely different person who had accompanied her to dinner. This person appeared suspicious, ruthless even, or maybe she was just imagining it, nevertheless, she still found herself feeling sorry for the man's wife. Somerville nodded grudgingly, before the smile returned to his face.

  "Do you want me to spend the night?" Philippa asked anxious to conclude the money side of things. Somerville nodded his agreement.

  "Could we settle up now then, please." Philippa insisted. There was no way she was going to put herself through the forthcoming ordeal to then discover that this creep either could not or would not pay his dues. Sommerville removed all the notes from his wallet and counted out seven twenties and a ten onto the glass-covered dressing table. He then collected them, held them out, and motioned her to come over and take the money from him. Philippa walked over and attempted to take it. However, Somerville delayed the release of it. She looked at him questioningly.

  "You're a smart girl Janine. Like I said in the restaurant, you could go a long way."

  Philippa smiled as he handed over the money, she stowed it away in her purse.

  "I won’t be a second." Somerville said disappearing into the bathroom. Somehow, he knew Janine, if that's what her real name was, wouldn't do a runner. Beside which, if she did, he'd have Jones's ass in a sling. He felt much better after he'd washed but even though he had turned the heating right down the apartment was still very warm.

  When he returned to the room Philippa was sat in an armchair off to the left of the bed. She got up, and he went over to her.

  Philippa shook her head; "Let me undress first," she said "it won't take a minute."

  Somerville mumbled his agreement and went and sat in the other armchair that was situated near the window. His earlier feeling of anticipation was building again, only this time much quicker. He felt as though his heart was going to beat right out of his chest, as Philippa unzipped the side of her gown and let it fall to the floor. She stepped out of it, picked it up, folded it neatly, and placed it over the side of the armchair. She then put her foot up onto the chair and removed her suspender belt's clip from the top of her stocking. She pushed the stocking down her leg before removing it completely. Her hair brushed against her waist and hip. She tossed it back and repeated the procedure on the other leg before removing her suspender belt. She stood there in black panties and bra.

  Somerville motioned to get up.

  "Not yet Giles," she purred teasingly, "just you have a little patience."

  Somerville sat back down; a broad grin etched across his face.

  What a sad bastard, Philippa thought, although she had to admit; she was beginning to get into the swing of things. There was something quite intoxicating about the power she was beginning to feel. She felt certain that if she asked Somerville for absolutely anything, at this precise moment, he would agree to her request without question. She was beginning to feel damp and was glad that she had decided to wear black. She put her hands behind her back and unhooked her bra.

  Somerville's earlier politeness had now been discarded, and he took great pleasure in ogling Phillipa's semi-naked body. The way he felt right now, he doubted if he would even get it inside her before ejaculating.

  Philippa pushed the bra's straps from her shoulders and duly paused for effect. By the look on Somerville's face, he was more than enjoying the show. His head looked as though it was resisting some enormous pressure from within, and she would not have been totally surprised if he suddenly self-combusted. She felt a maddening urge to laugh at this thought, but somehow managed to suppress it. The desire for self-preservation, more than anything else came to her rescue.

  She removed her bra completely and let it drop to the floor. she stood there for a second and was surprised to find how calm she felt. She didn't feel in the least bit awkward stood in just her p
anties in front of a virtual stranger. She went over to Somerville, and knelt in front of him, opening his legs as she did so. She kissed his naked chest slowly, and Sommerville began to moan. He took her head in his hands.

  Again, Philippa found herself having to suppress the urge to laugh. This was no good, she was going to ruin everything if she couldn't contain herself. She decided to try to convince herself that Somerville was someone else. Who could he be she thought hurriedly? It had to be someone she really fancied. It came to her as her lips moved to one of Sommerville's nipples, he became, in her mind at least - Tony Curtis. And, she started imagining it was Tony's arms she was entwined in and not some slobbering creep who made car parts for a living.

  Somerville got up and led her over to the bed. He pulled back the sheets for her, and Philippa got in. Somerville finished undressing and slid in beside her. Beneath the cool sheets, Somerville kissed Philippa briefly on the lips before moving down to her breasts, where he lingered kissing and caressing each one in turn.

  Although Philippa didn't find the experience totally unpleasant, she was still somewhat relieved when Somerville finally emerged from beneath the covers. Suddenly, she felt his hand between her legs rubbing quite hard at her through the thin material of her panties. She quickly realised that Somerville's lust had moved up a gear, maybe even two or three, and she began to feel afraid. Please god, don't let him be a psycho, she thought feeling the onset of panic starting to set in, but reassured herself that Roy would never lumber her with someone like that.

  Somerville began to tear at the material and Philippa's panties soon gave way. He moved quickly on top of her, and she resisted the urge to tell him to be less rough deciding that it was probably in her best interests to just let him get on with it.

  Somerville forced himself inside her, and Philippa gasped. Now he was hurting her. Philippa was struggling to keep calm, a tear rolled down her cheek and fell onto her pillow. Somerville was thrusting himself into her with increasing force, and he began to grunt and utter obscenities at her as he did so, but thankfully most of it was garbled and inaudible, although she could still make out the odd word, none of which would have made it into a Mills and Boon novel.