Bang Gang

by Jade West

  Petey looked mortified, poor sod. I slapped him on the shoulder, gestured he should get his bloody pants back on.

  “This is… unacceptable!” she carried on. “What kind of cheap shit outfit is this?”

  “Lad got carried away,” I said. “Shit happens. We’ll call it a night, sorry for the trouble.”

  “Oh, no!” she said. “We won’t fucking call it a night! I haven’t had a single fucking orgasm!” She stared at me, and I stared right back. “Trent, right?” she said.

  “That’s right.”

  She flashed a vicious smile. “Well, Mr Boss-man, you can be the one to rectify this fucking disaster.” She wiped herself off and sat herself back down and splayed those fucking legs again, offered up her pretty pussy like a fucking raffle prize. “You,” she said. “Now!”

  The guys looked at me, all of them. Buck gave me a nod, told me to get right in there. Jimmy O was grinning, expecting me to whip it out and get the job done.

  “Come on,” she said. “Show me what I’m paying for!”

  I felt the simmer of anger, that primitive urge to fuck that bitch so hard she learned some fucking manners, see how smart her mouth was when she was coming all over my fucking cock. I stepped up and pulled off my t-shirt, and she managed a smile.

  “Nice,” she said. “I do like my men with a bit of ink. Show me what else you’ve got.”

  Just a job, it was just a fucking job.

  I dropped my jeans and was relieved as fuck to find my dick was getting with the agenda. I took a rubber from Buck and rolled it on, hitching Janie’s perfect Barbie legs over my shoulders and lining up to hit the perfect spot. I closed my eyes, told myself this was nothing, just the same old shit, different day. That this meant fucking nothing. Nothing at all.

  Told myself I could get the job done and get out of there.

  But my body wouldn’t fucking move.

  “Come on,” she said. “Fuck me! I’m fucking ready for it!”

  But I wasn’t.

  I looked at Janie Ryan’s pretty face and all I saw was a big fucking mistake.

  My dick backtracked and bailed on me, and my jeans were up before I’d even pulled the rubber off. I fished it out and stomped off to find a bin.

  Janie really was pissed off then. Her face turned beetroot, her squeals of annoyance betraying her for the spoiled little brat she really was.

  I didn’t even look at the guys, just dumped my johnny in the trash where it belonged and picked up my t-shirt.

  “Sorry for the inconvenience,” I said. “But we’re not anyone’s fucking sissy-boys. I think it’s best you find yourself another outfit.” I pulled some notes from my back pocket, left them on the side for her trouble. I gestured to the guys, told them we were done, and they made a sharp fucking exit as I listened to Janie rattle on about our piss-poor service.

  I don’t think she’ll be booking in her BMW anytime soon, that’s for fucking sure.

  Nobody said a word as I climbed back into the truck. Hugh put an arm around Petey’s shoulders in the back, ruffled the lad’s hair. Poor kid looked like he was going to cry, can’t say I blamed him. Buck knows me well enough to know when to mind his tongue, he gave me a nod as we pulled away from her gates and that was the end of it.

  I stopped at the yard on the way back through the village, opened up the office and unlocked the safe. I dished out the earnings – just as they should have been, but by the time I’d locked back up there were a pile of notes on the dashboard.

  “Don’t be soft,” I said. “This was my call, just take the cash and stop being so fucking sappy about it.”

  But none of them would take a thing.

  Hugh was in early next morning. He got us both a cup of tea and hovered in the office while I organised the job cards.

  “You know what the lad needs,” he said. “Either that or he’s off the squad. He’s too inexperienced, doesn’t know what the hell he’s doing. You know it as well as I do.” He took a swig of tea. “Take him to her. She’s the one to sort him out, we all know that. Especially you.”

  I’d been avoiding her for weeks, months probably.

  “No,” I said. “It’s a barrel of shit, Hugh. I’m out of that.”

  “Then you’ll have to drop him from the side. He’s not up to it. Lad was practically a virgin when he started, he’s got no idea.”

  “He’ll pick it up,” I said, but I was lying. Lad wasn’t picking up shit.

  Hugh slapped my back as Jimmy O’s bike roared onto the yard. “Take him to her. You can stay out of it.”

  Like hell I could.

  I took out my mobile and fired off a text despite my better judgement, rather that than see the lad’s confidence shrivel to shit.

  I’d had a reply by the time I’d finished up dishing out the jobs for the day. The guys hadn’t even started up by the time I took Petey off to the side.

  “Afternoon off,” I said. “On-site training.” He looked at me, trying to work out what the hell I was on about, but I didn’t offer him much more than that. “Just be ready,” I said. “We go after lunch.” I smirked and gestured to the toilet. “Make sure your dick’s sparkly fucking clean, standards are high where we’re going.”

  I’ll be getting fucked by five men. Tomorrow. To-fucking-morrow. Oh my fucking God.

  Nerves and excitement, and this weird achy feeling whenever I thought about Trent being there. I just hoped I’d be up to it when push came to shove.

  Tonya insisted I should wear the red crotchless. Make a statement, she said. Like signing up for a five-man orgy wasn’t statement enough.

  The cafe was busy for a Thursday, but finally the Bang Gang whispering seemed to be dying down.

  Fred Crocker had stumbled from the Drum the night before, managed to tumble into the river when he was taking a piss over the railings. They’d had to throw him one of those bright orange life rings and fish him out. Apparently his trousers were still round his ankles when they pulled him clear, nothing bruised but his ego.

  That was the talk of the day. Darren’s little sex business had taken a backseat for the time being.

  Thanks, Fred.

  We were in the middle of the lunchtime rush when Lorraine ditched her apron and put her coat on.

  “I’m out for the afternoon,” she said. “Going to the cash and carry.”

  “Now?!” I said, looking out on the sea of people cramming in for the toasted teacake special.

  She didn’t even pause. “I’ve asked Sharon to come and give you a hand, she should be here any minute.”

  Sharon doesn’t know her ass from her elbow. She put cabbage in a ham salad sandwich a few shifts back, and forgot to debone the salmon. Mrs Hartley nearly choked on it, threatened to call Law4You and make a claim for a new set of dentures.

  “Fine,” I said. “See you later.”

  “Tomorrow,” she said. “I’ll be awhile.”

  “But I put in an order already, we just need…” I called after her but she was already gone. “Napkins,” I finished, to myself.

  I plastered on a smile and made the best of it. I’d always make the best of it, for Lorraine’s sake if nothing else.

  Lorraine was much more than a boss to me. She was a friend, too.

  She’d taken me under her wing after Pops passed away, listened to my crap as things fell apart for me, and listened some more when things fell apart for me and Darren soon afterwards. She’d been so supportive; so strong when I was weak. So sure when I was so indecisive. She’d helped me make the best of things, taught me to keep a practical head on my shoulders.

  To make the right choices, for me and the girls.

  Choices like Brian.

  Alright, so sometimes even Lorraine gets shit wrong, but that isn’t the point.

  I’d been keeping the Darren icebreaker right under her radar, which felt kind of shitty, but I cared about what she thought, and she wouldn’t think much of it.

  Lorraine’s never had any time for Darren.

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nbsp; I felt like a shit friend for keeping things from her, at least I could hold the bloody cafe together while she nipped out for essentials.

  But we didn’t need any essentials.

  Still, it was the least I could do.

  Tonya arrived before Sharon, fresh from her lunch shift at the fish and chip shop.

  “I stink,” she said, then looked around at the tables still waiting to be cleared. “Where’s Lorraine?”

  “Cash and carry,” I said. “I’m expecting Sharon.”

  “Sharon doesn’t know her ass from her elbow,” Tonya said. Great minds. She stepped behind the counter and grabbed a Velvet Bean apron. “Needs must,” she said. “Let me sort those bloody tables.”

  I can’t say I felt easy about pulling onto Lorraine Marchant’s driveway, but Petey was oblivious, grinning away in the passenger seat like a dippy spaniel.

  If only he knew.

  I didn’t need to knock on the front door, she was already in the doorway by the time we were at the front step. I cast a glance around the street, checking for neighbours.

  As if they wouldn’t have seen the fucking truck already. Luckily Allensmore seemed to be far enough out to stay off the village radar.

  “Well well,” she said. “Look what the cat dragged in. I was wondering when you’d darken my doorstep.”

  “Been busy,” I said.

  “So I heard.” She raised an eyebrow. “Mandy Taylor and Debbie Gibson?” she scoffed. “I thought you’d have more class than to entertain those cheap skanky bitches.”

  Her condescending tone got my hackles up. “Business is business, Lorraine, as you well fucking know.”

  She let out a snide laugh. “So you have done Debbie Gibson. I thought that was a mindless rumour.”

  Petey flashed me a look of confusion, I willed the fool to keep his mouth shut. Lorraine is the last one I want knowing my fucking business.

  I shoved the lad forward. “Present for you,” I said to Lorraine. “Enjoy.”

  I’d stepped away from the door before she tutted at me. “No no no,” she said. “You know the rules, Mr Trent, you scratch my back, I’ll scratch yours.”

  She’d scratched my back plenty of fucking times, crazy bitch.

  I gestured to her flashy red Mini Cooper. “Next service is on me, I’ll throw you in a new set of tyres, too.”

  She laughed. “Oh come on, Darren. We’re a bit past all that, don’t you think?”

  Petey was still staring at me, still trying to wrap his head round what the fuck was going on.

  “What do you want?” I said.

  “You know what I want,” she replied. “You’ve been avoiding me, why?”

  I shrugged. “Haven’t been avoiding you, Lorraine, just had shit to do.”

  “Shit like chasing after Jodie by any chance?” She smiled a sly smile as my mood dropped. “Oh dear. You didn’t think I knew? Poor you, so naive.”

  “What goes on with Jodie and me is none of your business,” I said. “You’d do well to remember that.” I lit up a cigarette.

  “That’s not how she sees it,” Lorraine said. “You really shouldn’t try so hard with her, you know, it’s embarrassing.”

  I felt my cheeks fucking burning. “Like I’m running around after her like some fucking idiot. Fuck off, Lorraine.”

  She shrugged. “She’s better off without you, and she knows it. Who do you think this hot new image of hers is for?” She laughed. “You can’t honestly think she doesn’t have irons in the fire. She’s a beautiful woman with a good head on her shoulders, two beautiful girls… Christ, Darren, she’s long over you. Let it go, have some dignity.”

  My gut fucking pained.

  Petey looked fucking horrified.

  She changed the subject. “Next week,” she said. “You and me. Don’t pretend you don’t want it, I know how to make it feel better, don’t you worry.”

  I sighed to myself. “Just do a good job with the fucking lad.”

  “You know it,” she said.

  “I’ll pick him up later.”

  “Don’t worry about that,” she said. “I’ll drop him back when I’m done with him.” She looked him up and down, weighed up the rabbit-in-the-headlights expression on his face. “This may take some time.”

  “Take as long as you want, just get him up to fucking speed.”

  I didn’t even say goodbye.

  “Call me,” she shouted after me. “Soon, Darren. I’m looking forward to it.”

  Shame I couldn’t say the fucking same.

  No babysitting duties for Nanna this evening, Tonya insisted she stay at mine to make sure my Bang Gang special risked no disruptions. I think she was really there to make sure I wore the slutty red.

  It worked.

  Darren dropped me a text as I finished up my makeup. I could barely contain my nerves, belly churning as I clicked to read it.

  Ready when you are.

  Shit. Shit shit shit.

  “I can’t believe I’m really doing this,” I said to Tonya, spritzing myself with a second round of perfume.

  “Go get ‘em,” she said. “Enjoy it. Experience of a lifetime, remember?”

  I checked the envelope of cash was still in my handbag. I’d felt like such a slut as I took four hundred in twenties from the bank that lunchtime, but it would be worth it.

  At least, I hoped so.

  Experience of a lifetime.

  I hoped my pussy would take it. Darren had been a good intro, and a vibrator had picked up where he left off. I’d been practicing.

  As much as you can possibly practice for something like this.

  I’d set out my fantasy to Darren by text, worked through the technicalities, too – how to call it off, how it would take just a simple statement of I’m done if I’d had enough. What was acceptable and what was not. Pussy, yes. Mouth, of course. Ass, one big maybe.

  I didn’t want to admit it to him, but Darren was the only man who’d been in the backdoor, and that was a long time ago. Brian tried it once, in a moment of drunken madness completely at odds with his regular modus operandi, and it was terrible. Just terrible.

  Darren’s cock and my ass seemed to form a mutual alliance from the get go, it just worked. Nothing else seemed to fit like he did, no vibrator and certainly not Brian.

  So, yeah, I’d put a big maybe and said I’d see how I felt on the night.

  Righto, he’d said.

  Positions, I’d said whatever works. Spunk in the face, I’d said yes, please.

  Condoms were an absolute. He assured me they always were.

  Any particular kinks? he’d asked. I’d said No. Not this time, anyway.

  He hadn’t replied to that.

  I had a quick glass of wine with Tonya to still my nerves, and another for the road which I chugged down before I set off.

  The journey seemed to take no time.

  This time Darren was outside smoking. He watched me totter along the road, and I think his scrutiny was the only thing that kept me moving forwards, kept me putting one foot ahead of the other and not caving to last minute nerves.

  He met me on the stairs and his eyes were every bit as intense as usual.

  “You sure this is what you want?” he said.

  No. Yes. Maybe.

  I want you.

  “Yes,” I said. “This is definitely what I want.” I smiled. “I’m looking forward to it.”

  “Good,” he said, and it was so clipped, so professional.

  Hold my hand, I wanted to say. I’m scared, and worried I’ll be rubbish, I’m worried this will be the shittest gangbang you guys have ever had.

  I followed him upstairs and he didn’t even look back at me, just finished up his cigarette at the top and held the door open as I stepped inside.

  I took the opportunity to pull the envelope from my bag, handed it over without a word. He took it without looking at it, dropped it on the key shelf like it was toxic.

  “Don’t you want to count that? Make sure it’s
all there?”

  “No,” he said.

  I shrugged. “Ok, cool.”

  I heard the guys in the living room, and they were so loud, laughing and joking just like any other day. I would have stalled if Darren hadn’t been right at the back of me, but his presence kept me moving, made me paste that big smile on my face and remind myself why I was here.

  I want this.

  I want to be wild again. I want to be a woman again.

  I want the kind of crazy experience that will last me a lifetime.

  The guys abandoned their conversation the moment I came into view. They smiled, and Buck and Hugh shifted apart on the sofa enough to offer me a seat. I felt myself relax a little.

  I knew these guys, I liked these guys. Even Jimmy O who had a reputation for being a filthy dirty bastard down the pub had always been so nice when it came to me, when it came to my girls, too.

  Buck leaned in, gave my arm a squeeze, nothing dodgy. “You alright, Jo?” he asked, and I nodded.

  “Yeah, I’m good. Just nervous.”

  He smiled. “No need to be nervous, whatever you want, however you want it. This is your gig, Jodie, we’re just here when you want us.”

  I looked around for Darren but he wasn’t in the room. I heard him banging about in the kitchen, and it seemed to take him an age. He came out with a glass of chilled white and I could have kissed him.

  The others were drinking beer, but he had nothing. He sat himself on Ruby’s tatty beanbag in the corner and hardly said a word.

  I slumped back in my seat and drank my wine quickly, the heady warmth of it loosening up my inhibitions. I could feel them slipping away, becoming muggy and distant. I liked it. It felt really nice.

  Suddenly the red knickers seemed absolutely the right call. I could do this.

  Jimmy took my empty glass from my hand and offered me a refill. I saw Darren shoot him a glare.

  “Steady,” he said. “She’s had enough.”

  “Chill out,” Jim said. “Christ, man, she’s fucking fine.”

  Darren followed him into the kitchen and I heard raised voices that the other guys tried to drown out with chit-chat. When Darren came back it was with a glass of water, and Jimmy was quiet. Jimmy offered me a shrug, tipped his head at Trent and pulled a face.