23rd August 1998
Rebecca’s party went better than I’d expected. I gave Bec a kiss for her birthday. Damn the girl thought I was offering her a relationship all because I was generous enough to give her my tongue as well.
Although I’m not proud of what I did, I had to make her realise that I’m not the 14 year old boy she fell for any more. I’m not the friend that she used to go fishing with, and watch movies with popcorn and shakes. Life’s changed, for me anyway. I can’t be the guy she wants or needs.
Anyway, after I’d kissed her, she got all ‘Oh Mason, I love you.’ Yeah, brilliant! I told her it was just a kiss but she followed me around all night like a lost sheep. She was even yapping on about this fucking restaurant she wanted me to take her to on our first date!! What. The. Fuck?
So I… shit I feel bad but I’d had a few lines of coke and even more whisky. I was high and pissed and guess who was there? Yeah, Vickie.
Bec was watching and I had to do something to get her to back off before I fucking maimed the bitch.
I had looked around and my eyes caught the librarian’s. Fuck, she looked hot. Her amazing long legs were encased in a short denim skirt and some sexy little boots, the spike heels made my cock throb when I imagined them wrapped around my back as I fucked her hard and deep.
“Mason?” Rebecca had drawled in my ear. I shouldn’t have kissed her. It just happened. I went to kiss her cheek as I wished her happy birthday but she moved and my mouth landed on hers. Her lips have always mesmerised me, they’re plump and such a pale pink. I’d had a few lines during the night and the little gasp she made had my dick paying attention. My hands slipped around her head and I held her mouth to mine. She tasted like orange soda and I knew she wasn’t even pissed. I should have waited until she was so drunk that she wouldn’t remember, but I’m a fool. As always.
Vickie was gazing at me, her eyes so full of fucking need and when her lips had curved into this sexy little smirk, I ignored Bec and just sauntered across to her.
Vic’s eyes had roamed down me slowly, her teeth playing with her bottom lip. I knew she wanted me, it was written all over her face.
“Hello again,” she’d whispered as she brought her eyes up to mine. There was this hot little glint in them, it was almost hypnotic.
Without saying a word, I took her long hair in a fist and brought her mouth to mine. And she’d kissed me back just as eagerly as I did her. She tasted of Baileys and her tongue wrapped around my own. Her little murmurs of appreciation made my cock even fucking harder if that was possible.
When she pulled away neither of us said a word, just stared at each other. Unable to resist touching her, I ran a finger along her chin and leaned into her ear. “I need to be inside you, nice and deep,” I told her because it was the fucking truth.
Then without saying a word, she took my hand in hers and directed me silently down Bec’s garden to the summerhouse at the bottom. Yet when we walked in, Dane was already banging this blonde lass over the edge of the small wicker sofa that Bec and me used to fucking read stories in when we were little. I thought Vickie would have turned back around and led me out, but fuck me! She stood watching Dane slip in and out of the girl.
Dane wasn’t bothered, he just smiled at Vickie, his rhythm not even stuttering. Even the girl looked at us, her loud moans becoming even louder as she watched her voyeurs watch her.
Then Vickie had dropped to her knees in front of the girl and started to snog her. Dane gawped at me with the biggest damn smile on his face.
Life right then was better than it ever had been.
Watching Vickie and the girl kiss became almost unbearable to watch, my cock was so hard I knew if I hadn’t pulled the fucker out when I did that I’d have gone insane.
I stroked myself off for a bit while I watched the two girls kiss then Vickie suddenly turned on her knees and took my cock right down her throat. I should have asked her about Martin but right then nothing in my brain would work. She kept doing this thing with her tongue, like flicking the tip of me but rolling it around my shaft at the same time. Her hair was so soft. I know, stupid to remember that but I just thought I’d mention it.
She gave head like a damn pro, her drives on me deep and slow, and then she’d speed up with small shallow plunges but with a speed that made my eyes water. I thought I was gonna come down her throat until she turned back to the girl, stuck her tight little arse in the air and said ‘Fuck me.’
Well I wasn’t going to refuse was I?
Dane grinned at me then threw me a condom and I slipped into her tight cunt like a hot knife through butter. She was so damn wet that it made it easy for me. The two girls were moaning and kissing the harder and deeper Dane and I went, their tongues wrapping around each other’s and Vickie started to fuck me right back. She begged me to take her harder, and I like to consider myself generous. So I gave her exactly what she asked for, and when I pulled out and slid up to her arse she nodded eagerly.
The girl had turned around, and was sucking at Dane’s cock like she’d not eaten for days. Of course this meant her cunt was directly in Vickie’s face and the view was fucking awesome for me.
I fucked her arse while she ate out her friend. I’ve never known anyone come so many times, especially when I slid my fingers in her pussy and took her arse like a damn animal. Her God damn cries of pleasure stoked my ego so much it wasn’t long before I was driving hard inside her and spilling my load into the condom.
Anyway now Bec won’t speak to me and I may have fucked up my relationship with Martin. I’m hoping Vickie can keep her mouth shut but I guess only time will tell.
29th September 1998
Well it appears that my little librarian keeps her personal life private from her brother because Martin gave me my first ‘job’.
I’m still laughing, funny thing was he’d rang me to give me the instructions whilst I was banging his little sister. She found it hilarious and the little bitch made sure her brother could hear her moans in the background. He had no idea it was her of course and I had to pick out a random name when he asked who I was fucking…. First thing I came up with – Ethel! Bloody fucking Ethel. Now the prick thinks I’m into old ladies.
Although in my defence I did have the hottest little pussy playing tricks with my cock and causing my brain to go into temporary madness.
Christ, Vickie is sick in the bedroom. Loves anal play and luckily for me, she also loves group play. Last night she’d taken Dane and me at the same time, me in her ass and Dane fucking the living daylights out of her hot little pussy. She’s greedy too, her mouth giving both Dane and me a good suck at the same time.
I love how I could feel Dane’s cock inside her while I was pounding at her arse. I could feel the fucking ridges on his cock rub against my own, tightening Vickie so much that within minutes I was spewing my cum into her like a damn maniac.
I have to admit that I like sex. Fuck that. I FUCKING LOVE SEX!
So anyway, Martin wants me to take out a security van with a few of his mates. He’s providing the tools, I just need to do what the others ask of me. You know I’m smiling. No way do I take orders from some stupid wannabes. Nobody but me gives me orders, and even then I love to argue with myself.
So we’ll see what happens.
Rebecca keeps trying to ring me. She’s driving me nuts. Does she not see that the more she tries the more I’m growing irritated? She honestly thinks I belong to her just because I kissed her. Don’t get me wrong, I like her and she has the hottest body, and I wouldn’t say no to fucking her (Even though I know I never will – that would be severe dangerous ground) but she’s so fucking needy.
Vickie takes it, gives my cheek a kiss then leaves… and that’s what makes her perfect. She’s a dirty bitch in the bedroom and she begs for it. And honestly I can’t see Rebecca taking it in the arse, soft or hard.
My mother’s been in touch. She ‘needs to see me’ apparently. I swear if the old man’s fucking hurt her again I�
��m gonna be putting him six foot under. What is it with men who think that women are only there to smack around? I know I’m a bastard to them but I wouldn’t fucking hurt them. They beg me to hurt them then I’ll oblige but I would never go too far, nor would I smack them around just for fun.
But I haven’t spoken to her since I got locked up. My only visitors had been Kerrie, Rebecca and Dane, so I’m not quite sure whether to grant her my presence, seems as though hers wasn’t good enough for me when I needed her. We’ll see.
15th October 1998
What a fucking nightmare that job was. Martin’s men are tossers, all of them – well apart from one called Greg. He was the only one with a brain.
Shit went down, I ended up fucking kneecapping Joe, Martin’s right hand man. The fucker had dragged one of the security guys into the back of the van and was gonna rape him!!!
Not a chance! So I ended up blasting his fucking knees away with a shotgun, the very shotgun that was provided by his own boss… I know, hilarious. Trouble is now I’m not sure where I stand with Martin. Although Greg and me swiped half of the cash, and the others hadn’t even noticed – pricks! The lot of them!
If I’m honest I can’t say I like being associated with a guy who allows his men to provide their own entertainment with a job. Shit like that should never happen.
I think Greg’s on my side, he was eager to take the backhander anyway and some of the stuff he was saying gave me the impression that he’s not too happy with Martin either.
I was going to bide my time but not sure I have that option anymore. Plus there’s the fact that I’m still with Vickie. I like her, and I’m amazed to say the relationship hasn’t gone rusty, for me anyway. It’s been over a month now, which in itself for me is surprising, and I still enjoy being inside her, but another thing which I’m not sure how I feel about, I like her company too. She’s quite clever and not only is the banter with her great but she’s the only woman I know who I can have a decent conversation with. She’s studying at college to be a nurse and she really wants to make something with her life. The neighbourhood she comes from isn’t the best, and with Martin for a brother then I wouldn’t have rated her chances much at a career but she’s determined and I like that about her, she’s strong and takes life’s crap head on. Plus she’s great in the sack.
I went to see my mother. The joy! She surprised me though. She’s finally getting her life together… or so she says. She’s stopped drinking and is leaving my dad and taking a job in America as a specialist consultant. I have mixed emotions if I’m honest. Although I’m glad that she’s sorting herself out and finally leaving the bastard, she’s still leaving behind her kids, yet again. Kerrie’s 17, she’s still a kid. And it means leaving my sister alone with that prick.
I so want to move Kerrie in with me but I’m not even sure my life could offer her anything better than what she has with my father. Yes, he’s a knob but he’s in the pub 24/7 so Kerrie practically has the house to herself. But shit, she’s just 17.
I need to be able to offer her more security if I do decide to take her in. At the moment, there’s no way I can offer her a safe and secure home in my tiny flat. I’m becoming known in the criminal circle and that can sometimes get pretty messy. The boys’ I have issues with would see my sister as someone to hurt to get back at me. But then again, the only other choice is to leave her with that bastard.
I think the best thing would be to sit down with Kerrie and be honest with her. She loves me and she’s aware where my life is heading, so that’s not the problem. I just want her to be happy. She’s halfway through her college course and I really want her to finish. Plus she’s getting pretty serious with Kade. He’s a good lad and he dotes on her, so she’s happy in that respect. I just don’t want to do anything to ruin her life.
Anyway, Martin has asked for me so we’ll see where that goes.
16th October 1998
Martin wasn’t best pleased. So I had to re-evaluate my options quickly. All I’ll say is the twat shouldn’t have shoved the muzzle of his gun up my right nostril. He’s now decorated with an awesome circular hole in his forehead.
And Greg came up trumps. With his help Martin’s now swimming with all the fuckers who pissed him off at the bottom of the Thames.
It just means that I don’t have as many funds as I’d have liked to take over the fucker’s business. But that’s the least of my problems. I’m not sure how I’ll be received in the circle so early on. No one knows much about me and I could be seen as a threat because I took out one of the notorious ones so early on. But shit, no way was he gonna blow my brains out just because I don’t agree with rape, especially male rape. That shit is too much to turn a blind eye to.
However, Greg’s had an idea. There’s an old run down nightclub up for sale right in the heart of London’s night scene. It would give us both the perfect opportunity to get ourselves a legit business that will easily hide the shady shit. Plus Greg is willing to go half and he’s a whizz at numbers. Along with the bank willing to throw the money at us to set up, it’s really a win/win situation, and definitely one I’m willing to take a run at.
I just have to figure out how I’m going to handle the Martin shit. Vickie can never know it’s me who killed her brother, but then I’ll need the notoriety of taking him out if I stand a chance of being accepted.
George Fielding is one of the top guys. I’ve heard he’s a bastard but I think approaching him and explaining the situation would be wise. He also used to screw my mother many years ago so he knows me and I have a feeling that might help.
Only time will tell I suppose.
23rd October 1998
Fuck me! George Fielding has offered to introduce me to everyone. Although he owns North and West London, he’s quite placid about me taking over the east. I couldn’t have hoped for anything better really. Told me he’s getting old, Martin has been causing trouble for many years, the fucker was greedy and that’s an out and out death warrant in this life, so George was pleasantly grateful that I took care of the problem.
On a different note… Vickie dumped me. I’m not sure how I feel about that. It’s only because this diary is secret and there’s only ever me that will read it that I’m being honest that it hurts. I wasn’t in love with her or anything but I did like her and it was going okay between us. I’ve never been dumped before either so that’s a bit of a blow. Apparently she didn’t like where it was heading, she thought we were getting too serious and she’s been offered a university course in Edinburgh. She’s right of course, neither of us could do long distance shit, we were only in it for the sex so without the sex part there’s nothing left to stay together for. But it’s a kick in the bollocks. However, I’m sure she doesn’t know about Martin yet, she just presumes he’s gone on one of his walkabouts so she isn’t too concerned, and it’s better that we’re distanced from each other when she does find out. I’m not one for all that sympathy shoulder to cry on shit. It’s not that I feel guilty or anything, the prick had it coming, but after all he was still Vic’s brother.
18th November 1998
The club is a go!! The bank couldn’t have been more obliging. Saying that the interest they charge should allow them to have huge fucking grins on their faces. I bet they were rubbing their hands together when me and Greg left. It’s made me consider branching out into loans anyway, that could be quite profitable.
But shit, the club is a mess. It needs gutting. We’re thinking upmarket, classy shit would be good. I don’t want the fucking students or the dole queue slobs getting their rocks off on cheap booze and drugs. I want it to be a place where the rich and famous would be proud to be seen in. However, money is a bit of a problem. So Greg’s keeping tabs on a credit union joint downtown. It’s out of the way, down a backstreet and although it won’t carry as much cash as a major bank, it’ll be a simple job that can be taken without all the fucking planning a bank job would take.
Sam Taylor who I was in Feltham with is out this
Saturday and I’ve already guaranteed him a job. He was good to me in there. He had my back more times than I care to remember and now I’ve offed his boss (Although Sam doesn’t know I did) I kinda feel like I owe him.
So Greg’s drawing up the plans for the heist, and Sam and I will be doing our first take together. I trust him, can’t put my finger on why but I think I’m pretty good at reading folk, and he showed his willingness to stick up for me, so I should give him the same consideration.
Anyway, hopefully the job will give us enough petty cash to do some of the renovations to The Loft (That’s what we’re calling it by the way, cos you have to climb about 600 steps to get to it, so it seemed fitting). We’re going to have to get an elevator installed otherwise there’ll be some drunken fucker trying to claim off us when they topple down the buggers half-caked.
Guess who came to see me? Rebecca, yep. (Sigh). Her father, Robert Delaney, is in the police force and surprise, surprise he’d heard about a new bloke making his way up the underworld ladder.
Of course, neither he nor Bec are stupid, so she came to find out if it was true. I know she won’t go telling tales to her father but, and something I find intriguing is, the way her eyes lit up when she was talking about the notoriety that comes with all the gangland activities I’d say she has it hot for the chance of being the criminal slut on the scene.
I’ve known Bec a long fucking time and this is the first time I’ve ever seen that heat and desire in her eyes. I would have thought that crime and violence would have been the biggest turnoff for her. I’m going to have to dig deeper there. But what I won’t be doing is spreading her legs and diving in. She would see that as some sort of affiliation, which I was for some reason giving her the title of being my slut. She’s going to be disappointed if that’s what she’s after. I’ll give her a job, by all means. I’ll also tackle her mind and see what sort of ideas she has but that’s as far as it will go.
My Diary, by Mason Fox (Heart of Stone #8) Page 2
