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by Andie M. Long


  We check in at reception, a new awkward atmosphere having settled over us. We didn’t speak all the way to the car and the journey was even more intense. Felix collects the key to our room and we walk up the stairs.

  I still can’t get the images of that hot sex out of my head. That and Felix’s dick. As we let ourselves in, I’m suddenly sure of what I need to do in order to sleep. I need to bash one out. But how the hell am I going to do that with Felix here?

  ‘I’m just going to the loo,’ he says.

  Dammit. He took my idea. Unless I could do it while he’s in there.

  ‘Okay. How long do you think you’ll be?’

  He frowns at me. ‘Sorry, are you asking if I’m taking a shit?’

  ‘No! I just… wondered.’

  ‘Well if I’m being completely honest, I plan to masturbate so I’ll be a little while.’

  My mouth drops open. ‘Jesus, Felix! You really don’t give a shit, do you?’

  ‘Why be embarrassed?’ he shrugs. I squirm, eying the bed. ‘Wait a minute. Why do you want to know?’ He narrows his eyes at me. ‘You want to touch yourself too, don’t you?’

  I blush scarlet. ‘Shut up! Why is it funny when I do, but it's all natural when you want to?’

  ‘It’s not. I’m just shocked is all. God, Katy you’re full of surprises.’

  I start getting changed, hiding myself under the duvet. ‘So could you wait until I tell you to come back in?’

  He rolls his eyes. ‘Look, we both know what we’re doing. Why don’t we just get into bed, turn our backs to each other and get on with it?’

  ‘Excuse me?’

  ‘At least that way we’ll be comfortable.’

  Oh my God. I can’t masturbate with him in the same bed as me. Can I?

  ‘But… what if I make a noise?’

  ‘I personally think that would be fucking fantastic. If anything’s going to get me off quicker, it’s that. Unless the real question is if you’d like a hand?’

  ‘You are one dirty bastard.’

  ‘Change the record, Cornish. Let’s just do this.’

  I nod, turn away from him, and strip down to just my bra and knickers. Then I dive under the covers.

  Are we really going to do this?

  C’mon, Katy. You wanted to live a little and hearing him will be a huge turn on.

  I close my eyes and imagine watching the couple again. Sliding a hand over the top of my knickers, I just leave it there, feeling my heat. I really don’t think I can go through with this.

  Then I hear a slapping type noise coming from behind me and faster breathing.

  Oh my God. He’s wanking behind me. That man doesn’t give a shit. He’s straight at it!

  “C’mon, Katy. I’m lonely on my own,” he taunts.

  The way he says it makes my juices run; it’s like he’s actually talking to me during sex, like as if we’re doing it. Well, I’m not being left out.

  I slip my fingers under the leg of one side of my panties and rub them through my slickness. Oh, fuck this, I’m taking them off. I wriggle out of them and toss them out of bed and then take off my bra and do the same. I feel liberated. Now I can grab my own tits and squeeze them in just the way I like, not doing what Dick used to do and pinch my nipple like he was pegging me out on the washing line.

  STOP THINKING ABOUT DICK!

  Well, not THAT Dick.

  Closing my eyes, I focus in on the sounds that Felix is making, those weird slapping noises. I decide I’m going to go all porn star on his arse and see if it turns him on. I touch myself, writhing under my own fingers and begin to moan.

  ‘Ohhhhh.’

  I cup a breast in my hand and bite my bottom lip. ‘Oh God yes, yes.’

  Felix’s slaps get faster, and he starts making a noise, ‘Unnn, unn, unnn.’

  It’s working! My words are turning him on. I let myself get a bit louder. To be honest I’m fucking well turning myself on. I plunge two fingers of one hand into my wetness and tickle my clit with a finger of my other hand. With my movements and my ears focused on the sound of Felix grunting my body craves its orgasm.

  “Oh yeah, oh yeah, baby. Just there, right there. Fuck me, oh please, fuck me.”

  Slapslapslapslapslapslapslap

  ‘Unnnunnnunnnnunnnunnnunnn’

  ‘Uunnnphhh, haaaaahhhhhhhh.’

  His voice and noises take me over the edge and wave after wave comes over me as I explode, my pussy contracting around my fingers.

  I push my face into the pillow, waiting until my breathing starts to return to normal. And then I feel my face go beet red. Shit! I just fingered myself back to back with Felix in the same bed.

  I open my eyes and realise that actually I’ve moved. Totally carried away with what I was doing I’ve moved onto my back and Felix is now turned towards me, his spent cock in his hand, grinning at me like a loon.

  “Better?” He asks.

  “Fantastic.” I reply smiling back, glad the duvet is covering my naked body.

  “Well, I’m just going to the bathroom to clean up.”

  “Okay.”

  When he’s gone I quickly wipe myself down with my discarded pants and once again fling them on the floor and then I close my eyes and make fake sleeping noises for when Felix returns.

  Katy

  I wake up to find him already awake and staring at me. I quickly cover my face with the duvet.

  ‘Why are you staring at me?’ I grunt. We might have masturbated together last night but this morning all of my regular awkward feelings for him are back. I can’t believe I did that in front of him. I can’t even blame the alcohol.

  He grins. ‘Just watching you dribble and wondering when you were going to wake up. I didn’t want to start banging around and wake you up in a terrible mood.’

  ‘Oh. That’s very thoughtful of you.’

  ‘I’m a very thoughtful guy. You should know that by now.’

  I roll my eyes. ‘Whatever. I suppose I can really get to know you once we get to your parents' house tonight. See all of your embarrassing family photos.’

  His face drops. ‘They might have raised me, but that doesn’t mean they know me, Katy.’

  ‘Do you not get on with them?’

  He sighs. ‘It’s a long story.’

  ‘O…kay. Anyway, let's get ready.’

  After an awkward breakfast on my part—he clearly has no shame—we’re waiting in reception of St Saviours school. It looks pretty posh here. Yet, instead of a regular interview we’re having an informal workshop. I hate these things. They say they’re informal, but they’re always judging you, following you around like a creepy psychologist watching animals in a zoo.

  ‘Good morning, everyone,’ a lady says, walking into the room dressed in a tight navy pencil skirt and sharp white shirt.

  Oh my God. Why does she seem familiar?

  ‘Fuck,’ I hear Felix gasp.

  ‘What is it?’ I whisper at him.

  ‘It’s the Domme from last night.’

  My eyes widen. I turn back to look at her. The Domme? I look at her face, and although last night it was partly obscured by a mask, I can still make out it’s the woman that showed us to our ‘watching booth’. I’d recognise those piercing green eyes anywhere. Oh my God. How the hell can this woman be running this workshop?

  ‘Today I’d like you to get into pairs and await further instruction.’

  Felix bumps me on the shoulder. ‘Better the devil you know.’

  I smile faintly back. ‘Do you think she recognises us?’

  ‘We’ll soon find out.’

  ‘You two.’ I look up to see that she’s pointing at us. ‘If you could come centre stage please.’

  I bet she’s used to stages, dirty bitch. I try to work out if she’s recognised us and plans on humiliating us, but she has a poker face.

  Felix nudges me forward. I attempt to snap myself out of it and walk into the middle of the circle of people, feeling like I’m about to be eaten by lion
s.

  ‘Now,’ she continues. ‘I want you to imagine yourself as an animal. Don’t tell us, or your partner what you are.’

  An animal? Shit. Okay, think, think. Panda. That’s the only animal I can think of right now.

  ‘I want you to act out your animal to your partner, without making any noise.’

  ‘So, sort of like charades?’ Felix checks.

  ‘Exactly,’ she nods. ‘You just sit back and watch.’

  Wait a second, was that a reference to us watching last night?

  I can feel the back of my neck sweating. I pull my hair back with my emergency hair scrunchie. Right, how the hell do I act like a panda?

  What the hell do I know about them? I’ve only ever saw them plodding around in zoo’s eating bamboo. That’s it! I’ll eat bamboo!

  So I pretend to yank a piece of a tree, wrapping my hand around it and bringing it to my mouth. I pretend to bite and chew, before repeating the whole thing again. Felix looks at me with raised eyebrows, a confused expression on his face. Jesus, why did I have to pick something so difficult? But I’ve committed now.

  ‘Start guessing, Felix,’ the lady instructs.

  ‘Err… a bear?’

  I shake my head.

  ‘Try describing what she’s doing,’ she says forcibly.

  I can tell he’s starting to panic now too, although he’s trying to cover it with a bemused mask.

  ‘Umm… well, if anything, it looks like she’s giving the world’s worst blow job.’

  Silence descends upon the room. Did he seriously just say that?

  The lady’s eyebrows raise. ‘Is he close?’ she asks me with amusement.

  ‘I’m a panda!’ I shout. ‘A fucking panda! Why the hell would you think of a blow job?’

  ‘Sorry,’ he grimaces. ‘But come on, what the hell were you doing?’

  ‘I was eating bamboo, you idiot.’

  ‘Okay,’ the woman claps, obviously bored of our little shit show. ‘This exercise was to see how intuitive you are and how you can work as a team. I’m assuming you two know each other; which is strange as you don’t seem to be intuitive to each other at all.’

  I glare at him. Well, he’s fucked this up for us.

  We have to sit through everyone else doing stupid animal impressions. They all obviously go for far easier animals like cats and dogs. Why didn’t I think to be a dog? Or a cat, licking themselves? It would have been easy. Although knowing Felix, he’d have shouted out something ridiculous like ‘vagina licking!’ What is wrong with that bloody man!

  ‘Well, that was a complete waste of time,’ I whinge once we’re in the car. ‘And we only have one hundred quid left. I was kind of hoping I’d have been offered a job by now.’

  ‘The competition is tough though,’ he says with a wink.

  ‘Why on earth would you shout out blow job? I mean, of all the things to say in a job interview.’

  ‘Don’t make out it wasn’t in reference to what you were doing. You should have seen yourself.’ He doubles over laughing.

  ‘Ha ha, very funny. Just let it be noted that you screwed this up for us.’

  ‘It was fucked from the minute that woman walked in. Are you honestly telling me she’d consider hiring two people who she’d seen the night before at a sex show?'

  I cringe. ‘God, I still can’t believe we went.’

  ‘Well, brace yourself. If you think that was shocking, wait 'til you meet my parents.’

  We pull up outside a semi, situated on a busy main road, after yet another long-arsed drive. I look up at the red peeling front door, at the overgrown bushes crowding around the windows. It’s not the homeliest looking place in the world.

  ‘You ready for my parents?’ he asks, carrying our bags to the front door.

  ‘What, do they have three heads or something?’

  He scoffs. ‘I wish it was that explainable. They’re just… shall we say, set in their ways?’

  He lets himself in and I follow him through to the sitting room.

  ‘Hello?’ he calls.

  ‘Hiya, love,’ a blonde lady in her fifties says from the sofa. ‘We weren’t expecting you 'til later.’ She stands up, cigarette still in her hand, to hug him. Then she turns her attention on me. ‘And you must be his lady friend, Catherine.’

  ‘Oh hi, but it's just Katy.’

  ‘Don’t sell yourself short with a nickname, my darlin’. Look at the Duchess of Cambridge. She used to go by Kate, but now she’s gone back to Catherine. Far more regal, if you ask me.’

  Felix rolls his eyes. ‘Mum loves the royal family,’ he explains.

  ‘Who bloody doesn’t! Am I right?’ She laughs. ‘Am I right, Catherine?’

  I laugh. ‘But seriously, I was christened Katy.’

  She reacts in horror as if I’ve slapped her. ‘Sorry? You were christened Katy? Why on earth would your mother do that to you?’

  ‘Er… I don’t know,’ I shrug. ‘Just liked it, I guess.’

  ‘What’s your siblings names?’ she asks in amusement.

  ‘My sister is called Victoria.’

  ‘There we go! A real regal name right there. I wonder why your mum decided to give you such a common name next to her. How strange.’

  ‘Mum!’ Felix says, ‘stop will you. Katy is our guest.’

  ‘She knows I’m only joking, don’t you love?’ She smiles like we’re both in on some inside joke.

  ‘Of course,’ I smile.

  ‘Where’s Dad anyway?’

  The front door suddenly slams. ‘Ah, here he is.’

  A portly man that Felix looks a lot like, comes walking in cursing to himself.

  ‘Oh, hi mate,’ he says to Felix, giving him an awkward pat on the back.

  ‘You alright, Dad?’

  ‘Ah, just having trouble with those bloody Eastern Europeans again.’ He rolls his eyes.

  ‘Sorry?’ I ask. Is his Dad some kind of racist or something?

  ‘Mainly the Polish around here,’ his Dad confirms. ‘Bringing this bloody area down with their Polish markets. It’s a disgrace if you ask me. I’m glad we’re having Brexit. I just wish they’d ship the lot of them back.’

  Wow. So his Dad is a racist.

  ‘Anyway, Dad, it's getting late. We’re gonna head up to bed.’

  ‘You must be hungry,’ his mum says. ‘I’m sure Katy here would like some food.’

  I grin eagerly. ‘Yes please.’ Right now, I’m so hungry I don’t care if I have to listen to more racist rants. Just put food in my belly.

  The meal is fairly pleasant. I feel sorry for Felix who keeps cringing every time his parents say something embarrassing. Which is kind of every single sentence that leaves their mouths.

  His parents hug us goodnight before we make our way upstairs.

  ‘Sorry about them,’ he says, with a sad smile.

  ‘Hey, they’re your parents. Nothing to apologise for. We can’t choose them.’ I smile back at him in what I hope is a reassuring manner.

  Felix

  Waking up in my old bed feels weird enough, but to look over and see Katy in just her knickers and bra squeezing herself into a pencil skirt… well, it's enough to give me a bad case of morning wood. When she turns around, I quickly close my eyes, feigning sleep. It’s easier than admitting she turns me on.

  She leaves the room. God, why is she getting breakfast so early? She told me last night that the interview had been pushed back to two pm. It’s only nine am. Unless… no, she wouldn’t. Would she? She wouldn’t have lied about the time so that I’d miss it? Right?

  Katy

  The stupid bastard believed me when I told him the interview had been moved to the afternoon. He’s going to miss it and that’ll mean more chance of me getting hired. Whenever he’s around, there's nothing but trouble and as I laid in bed last night, I gave myself a pep talk. I can’t let myself get distracted by his pretty face and even worse than that, I can’t start liking this guy. He’s my competition.

  I hu
rry into the car and pull out of the drive. The front door opens and out runs Felix, pulling up trousers; a white shirt on his shoulders but undone. He spots me, and his face turns murderous. He runs at the car, launching himself onto the bonnet.

  ‘What the hell are you doing?’ I scream.

  ‘I’m not going to miss this interview!’ he shouts, clearly already onto me.

  ‘Oh yes you are.’ I put the car into drive, picking up a speed of twenty before screeching on the brakes. He flies from it. Shit. Is he okay? I hope I haven’t killed the guy.

  He jumps up as quickly as he went down. Crap. I floor the accelerator, leaving him standing there. Looking back in my rearview mirror, I cackle as he stands in the road, his face red with fury.

  I look back at the road just in time for me to see the traffic at a halt. I slam the brakes on to avoid crashing into the back of a Ford Fiesta. Shit. That’s the last thing I need, a car crash.

  Why the hell is there so much traffic? This is going to make me late.

  Felix slams his hands against my window, his smug smile taking over his face. ‘Ha ha!’ he taunts before running off ahead, missing the traffic. Crap. He’s going to beat me and no doubt once he gets there he’ll start bad-mouthing me. I toot my horn, but there’s nothing I can do. Something serious must have happened to get this sort of standstill.

  He’s about two hundred yards in front of me now. Oh, fuck it. I pull my car over onto the curb, put the hazards on and jump out. If he can run it, then so can I.

  I sprint towards him, narrowly missing a cyclist. The cocky bastard has slowed his pace now, so sure I’m still stuck in traffic. I laugh as I run past him, all of my previous cross-country experience helping me along. I might have been fifteen at the time, but I’ve still got it.

  His mouth drops before he’s running next to me. He has the bare arsed cheek to shove me to the right. I stumble, so shocked he’d hurt a woman, to give him a chance to overtake me. I growl. This means war.

  I pass someone selling fresh baked French sticks. Grabbing one without paying, the man shouts abuse after me and I chase up to Felix. I smack him hard over the head with it. He trips, clutching at his head, stumbling down onto his knees.

 

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