by Ray Gordon
‘I just need to get the photos arranged, that’s all.’
‘Photos?’ the barman said. ‘Are you talking about Sam Brookes?’
‘Yes,’ Sheena said. ‘I need his phone number.’
‘Hang on, I’ll get it for you.’
Sheena turned to Ian and frowned. ‘How come everyone knows Sam?’ she asked him. ‘I’ve never heard of him.’
‘He used to come in here a lot. That was before your time.’
‘Oh, right.’
Ian smiled and looked Sheena up and down. ‘We’ve never really got to know each other,’ he said. ‘We’ve spoken often enough but . . . How about coming back to my place later?’
‘I can’t, not tonight.’
‘You’re not going to screw Tommy, are you?’
‘I’m not going to screw anyone, Ian.’
‘There you go, Sheena,’ the barman said, passing a piece of paper to her.
‘Wow, thanks. I’ll ring him now.’
Moving to the end of the bar, away from other people, Sheena took her phone from her bag and dialled the number. She had no idea what she was going to say, and decided to play it by ear. A thousand thoughts ran through her mind as she listened to the ringing tone. She could make out that she knew Deborah or . . . Her heart racing as he answered the phone, she took a deep breath.
‘Hi, my name’s Christine,’ she said softly. ‘I – I used to be friends with Deborah and . . .’
‘Deborah Gibson-Brown?’ he cut in.
‘Yes, that’s right. I heard that you were still in touch with her.’
‘Who told you that?’
‘Just a friend. I’m trying to contact her and wondered whether you could help me?’
‘No, sorry. I lost contact with Deborah years ago.’
‘Oh, OK. It’s just that she’s getting married soon and . . . Oh well, never mind.’
‘You know that she’s getting married?’
‘Yes.’
‘I might be able to help you. I can’t explain on the phone because . . . The situation is rather difficult. Perhaps we could meet some time?’
‘Yes, right. I’m free now if . . .’
‘No, I’m in a pub with some friends.’
‘I’m a pub with some friends, too. Perhaps we could . . .’
‘Which pub are you in?’
‘The worst pub in town. I call it the scumhole, but its real name is the Green Man.’
‘I’m only down the road, I’ll be there in five.’
‘Oh, right. That’s great.’
‘See you soon.’
Slipping her phone into her bag, Sheena hoped that Nat and the others wouldn’t start blabbing when Ian arrived. Knocking back her drink, she decided to wait outside and told Nat that she’d be back soon. She thought how quickly things were moving as she hovered on the pavement outside the pub. Charles had revealed the photographer’s name, the barman had given her his phone number . . . But what the hell was she going to say to Sam?
Watching a young man walking towards her, she reckoned it was Sam. He was wearing tight jeans and a T-shirt, and his brown hair was long. He looked like a hippy, she thought as he approached. Then again, she imagined that all photographers looked like hippies. What on earth did Deborah see in him? Perhaps she liked a bit of rough on the side like Rod did. Seeing as Deborah was soon to marry Rod, she was playing a dangerous game by seeing Sam behind his back. Sheena felt her stomach churn as the young man introduced himself, and she again wondered what she was going to say.
‘I’m Christine,’ she lied, holding her hand out.
‘So, you want to contact Deborah?’ he asked her, shaking her hand.
‘I heard that Deborah was getting married and I’d like to get in touch with her.’
‘What for?’
‘Well, I – I suppose to wish her luck and . . .’
‘Tell me the truth, Christine,’ he cut in. ‘You’re crap at lying, so tell me the truth.’
‘I have some photographs,’ she breathed, hanging her head. ‘They belong to her and I thought she might want them back.’
‘What sort of photographs?’
‘When she was at uni, she had some dirty pics taken.’ She hesitated, wondering what to say. ‘Deborah told me all about it and . . . I want to get into the business.’
He looked her up and down and grinned. ‘You want to do porn pics?’ he asked her. ‘So why come to me?’
‘I haven’t come to you, Sam. I want to speak to Deborah about it.’
‘Oh, right.’
‘Why all this mysterious stuff? I just want to contact a friend I haven’t seen for a while.’
‘I have to be careful because . . . It’s a long story.’ He took a business card from his pocket and scribbled something on the back. ‘I’m a photographer, so if you want to do porn pics, get in touch with me.’
‘Oh, thanks,’ she said as he passed her the card. ‘But what about Deborah?’
‘Her number is on the back of the card. Don’t tell her that I gave it to you, OK?’
‘No, no, I won’t. That’s brilliant, thanks a lot.’
‘You look good,’ he said, stepping back and again looking her up and down. ‘Have you done porn stuff before?’
‘No, not exactly.’
‘How old are you?’
‘Eighteen.’
‘And you’d be OK getting fucked in front of the camera?’
‘Yes, yes, of course.’
‘OK, give me a ring tomorrow.’
‘Yes, I will. Thanks very much.’
Imagining herself a porn star as she watched him walk away, she crossed the road and sat on a low wall. A porn star, she thought, wondering how much money she could earn. Taking her phone from her bag and dialling Deborah’s number, she wondered whether the woman was at home. She also wondered what to say to her. Deciding that she couldn’t go through with it, she was about to hang up when a man answered.
‘Is Deborah there, please?’ she asked him.
‘Hang on,’ came the abrupt reply.
‘Er . . . Thanks.’ Her heart banging hard against her chest, she bit her lip as a woman asked who was calling. ‘My name’s Hannah,’ Sheena said. ‘I’m phoning to tell you about Rod.’
‘Rod? What about him?’
Images of Alison, the girl in the bedsit below hers, flashed into her mind. ‘I’m pregnant,’ she whispered. ‘With his baby.’
‘You’re what?’ Deborah gasped. ‘Say that again.’
‘I’m pregnant, with Rod’s baby.’
‘Don’t be ridiculous. Rod wouldn’t . . .’
‘He was telling me that you’re getting married soon. I just thought you’d better know that he will have me and the baby to support.’
‘I don’t believe you. I have no idea what your game is, but it won’t work.’
Sheena grinned as the woman hung up. That was a start, she thought happily as she walked home. Deborah would tell Rod about the phone call and he’d deny all knowledge of Hannah and a baby and – and the seed of doubt would be sown. The next step would be to let Rod know that Deborah was once a porn slut, Sheena decided as she reached her bedsit. Driving a wedge between the couple would eventually split them up. Nothing could go wrong. Could it?
Four
Sheena was woken at eight o’clock by someone banging on her door. She leaped out of bed, grabbed her dressing gown and ran her fingers through her dishevelled blonde hair. She was a mess, she thought, catching her reflection in the dressing-table mirror. Wondering whether it was Alison from downstairs, she opened the door to find Rod pacing the hallway. He looked haggard, his expression pained. Inviting him in, she asked him what the problem was.
‘Deborah is the problem,’ he snapped.
‘What do you mean?’ she asked him, filling the kettle.
‘Did you phone her last night?’
‘Why would I do that? I don’t even have her number so . . .’
‘Some girl rang her and said that she was p
regnant with my baby.’
‘You haven’t been a naughty boy, have you?’ She giggled and kissed his cheek. ‘Who have you been fucking?’
‘No one, apart from you. Who the hell would have phoned her?’
‘It weren’t me,’ Sheena sighed.
Rod laughed. ‘You are lovely,’ he said. ‘I love the way you talk.’
‘What do you mean? Anyway, I don’t have her number. Besides, I’m not pregnant. What did she say? Did she go mad?’
‘Mad? She went mental. She said that the wedding’s off and . . .’
‘Is that such a bad thing? You’re not in love with her, are you?’
‘No, but – if this gets back to my father . . .’
‘The Boss?’ she said, giggling again.
‘How do you know we call him the Boss?’
She averted her gaze. ‘Er . . . You told me the other day.’
‘Did I? Anyway, she was fuming and threatening to tell my father.’
‘I wouldn’t worry about it,’ Sheena said nonchalantly as she poured the coffee. ‘It’s your word against hers, isn’t it? Anyway, where is this pregnant girl? Without her, Deborah’s story is crap.’
‘There is no pregnant girl,’ he sighed. ‘But I can’t prove that. She believes that I’ve been screwing some slut on the side and . . .’
‘And you have, haven’t you?’
‘No, I mean . . . God, what a bloody mess this is. To make matters worse, if that’s possible, Charles has been dropping hints about Deborah screwing around.’
‘Charles?’
‘My brother. He’s not actually said anything but he’s been dropping subtle hints.’
‘Why don’t you dump her, Rod? You don’t love her, your brother reckons that she’s screwing around, and now some girl has phoned her . . . She’s becoming a problem, so just forget about her.’
‘I can’t do that. The wedding is arranged and . . .’
‘I thought she’d called it off?’
‘That’s what she said, but she didn’t mean it. Look, I’m sorry to come round here and burden you with all this.’
‘It’s OK, that’s what I’m here for. I’ll always be here for you, Rod.’
‘You’re great, Sheena. I wish Deborah was more like you.’
‘A slut, you mean?’
‘No, I mean . . .’
‘Why don’t you come to bed with me?’ she offered huskily, slipping her dressing gown off her shoulders. ‘I’ll make you feel better.’
‘I have to get to the office,’ he replied with a sigh, gazing at the small mounds of her firm breasts, the brown peaks of her erect nipples.
‘You can spare a few minutes, can’t you?’
‘Well, I suppose so.’
Slipping beneath her quilt, Sheena felt her clitoris swell as Rod unbuttoned his shirt and dropped his trousers. His cock was rock-hard, she observed as he stripped naked and joined her in the bed. Now, all she had to do was please him and she’d be a step closer to marrying him, she thought as she dived beneath the quilt and sucked his swollen knob into her hot mouth. Once Deborah was out of the way . . . But Sheena knew that she had a long way to go yet.
‘Ever had a throat-job?’ she asked him.
‘Well, I’ve heard of deep throat,’ he replied, pushing the quilt aside and gazing at her long blonde hair cascading over his stomach. ‘To be honest, I don’t think it’s possible.’
‘Want me to show you how it’s done?’
‘You’ll never get my whole cock in your mouth,’ he said, chuckling.
‘No? OK, watch this.’
Taking his cock deep into her mouth, she aligned her head with her neck and slid his knob down her throat. He gasped and stared wide-eyed at her, obviously unable to believe that she’d taken the entire length of his cock into her mouth as she pressed her lips hard against his pubic bone. Recalling kneeling before Charles and taking his knob down her throat, she wondered what Rod would say if he discovered that his brother had beaten him to it. She also wondered what he’d say if he found out that she was the one who had called Deborah. It didn’t bear thinking about, she mused as she moved her head up and down, repeatedly taking his bulbous knob deep into the hot tube of her throat.
‘God, that’s incredible,’ Rod groaned. ‘I’ve never fucked a girl’s throat before.’ Sheena bounced her head up and down faster. She was desperate to feel his lubricious sperm sliding down her throat, but she hoped that he could also manage to pump her contracting pussy full of spunk once he’d filled her stomach. Deborah wouldn’t want to do this, she reflected as Rod’s knob swelled within her throat. Even if she did want to, she’d probably gag on his cock.
Rod gasped, his naked body trembling and his cock shaft swelling as his throbbing knob pumped spunk into Sheena’s throat. Rocking his hips, driving his knob deep into her throat as she bounced her head up and down, he let out a low moan of pleasure. Sheena pondered her plans as she swallowed his creamy offering. Although she wanted to ring Deborah again, she didn’t want to push her luck by making too many phone calls to the woman. Subtlety was the answer, she decided as Rod finally begged her to stop.
After slipping his cock out of her throat, she moved up the bed and placed her knees to either side of his head. Lowering her young body, pressing her open vaginal slit over his gasping mouth, she threw her head back and ordered him to push his tongue deep into her dripping pussy hole. Rod complied, licking deep inside her tight cunt as she rocked her hips and ground her vaginal flesh hard against his face.
Her clitoris swelling, her pussy muscles convulsing, she breathed heavily and shook her young body, her nipples tightening as she neared her orgasm. Massaging her teenage breasts, twisting and pinching her sensitive milk teats, she cried out as her orgasm exploded within the swollen bulb of her erect clitoris. Her copious juices of arousal streaming from her open vaginal duct and flooding Rod’s mouth, she lowered her head and lifted her breast and sucked her nipple into her wet mouth. Biting the sensitive teat, riding the crest of her climax as Rod slurped and sucked between the swollen lips of her young pussy, she knew that she could never be faithful to one man.
There was no way she could decline the offer of a hard cock, no matter who it belonged to. Her orgasm peaking, her juices flooding Rod’s face, she also knew that she could never be without Nat. She’d had some wonderful nights of lesbian passion with her friend, and there was no way she could say no to her succulent pussy. She pictured them putting on a show. Rod would probably enjoy watching two teenage lesbians licking and sucking and writhing in orgasm.
Again imagining having Rod and Charles attending to her feminine needs, she envisaged one hard cock driving deep into her tight vagina as another filled her mouth with spunk. She was a common slut, she reflected as her orgasm hit another peak and her hot milk gushed from her tight sex sheath. Her young womb contracting, her hard clitoris pumping waves of pure sexual ecstasy through her naked body, she wondered whether she’d ever set foot in Rod’s family home. Once a slut, always a slut.
‘That was brilliant,’ Sheena panted, looking down at Rod’s pussy-wet face.
‘I could stay here all day,’ he said lazily as she lay next to him on the bed. ‘But I have work to do. I also have Deborah to appease.’
‘I don’t understand this at all,’ Sheena said, snuggling up to Rod. ‘Deborah seems to be nothing but a pain in the arse, and you don’t love her, but you insist on marrying her. She’ll tie you down, Rod. Once you’re married, she won’t let you out of her sight.’
‘I know, I know,’ he admitted, leaping off the bed and grabbing his clothes. ‘One thing is for sure, I’ll still see you when I’m married.’
‘Do you know anything about her past?’
‘How do you mean?’
‘Ex-boyfriends, what she did during her teens, that sort of thing.’
‘She went to university, she never had any real relationships or . . .’ He frowned at her as he dressed, then sat on the edge of the bed. ‘What are
you getting at?’
‘Nothing, it’s just . . . Nothing.’
‘I know you’ve been digging around, finding out where she lives and . . . What else have you discovered?’
‘I haven’t discovered nothing, Rod. It’s just that you said that Charles had been dropping hints. I wondered whether you knew about her past.’
‘Deborah’s squeaky clean, I can be sure of that. Look, I’d better get going.’
‘Will I see you this evening?’
‘Er . . . No, no. I’ll have to spend some time with Deborah and try to sort this mess out. I’ll ring you, OK?’
‘OK.’
‘Be a good girl for me,’ he said, kissing the top of her head.
‘Maybe I will,’ she replied, giggling. ‘Maybe I won’t.’
‘Sheena, are you . . . I know that it’s none of my business but . . . Are you seeing other men?’
‘I’ve had offers,’ she confessed, smiling up at him from her pillow. ‘I enjoyed the meal we had, Rod. You bought me a phone and gave me money and . . .’
‘Are you OK for cash?’
‘Well, I bought some clothes and I had to pay the rent.’
‘You need more?’
‘I can probably get by.’
‘I really like you, Sheena. I don’t ever want to lose you, even when I’m married.’
‘You won’t lose me.’ Smiling again, she giggled. ‘Not unless another rich man comes along.’
‘That’s what worries me. I’m not trying to buy you, but I have a proposition.’
‘Oh?’
‘Promise me that you won’t see other men, and I’ll . . .’ He reached into his pocket and pulled out a wad of notes. ‘There’s a hundred. If I give you a hundred every week, whether I’ve seen you or not, will you be faithful to me?’
‘I can’t guarantee anything, Rod,’ she said, taking the cash. ‘You might think that I’m a gold-digger, but I do need to survive.’
‘There’s another fifty,’ he said. ‘Will that keep other men out of your knickers?’
‘Yes, I think it will. Thanks, Rod.’
‘I’ll ring you.’
‘OK.’
Sheena sighed as he left the room and closed the door. She felt another bout of despondency coming on as she leaped out of her bed and stuffed the cash into her handbag. Screwing married men and then being left alone had become a way of life for her, but this was different. Rod wasn’t just another man who paid her for sex, he was something special. Did she have a place on his map? She crossed the landing to the bathroom and took a shower.
