‘Simon, stop now! I’m going to fall!’
‘Nonsense! This is how to do it, gotta get it rocking!’
‘I don’t think it is the…..’
Her words did not get out. The amount of rocking Simon had achieved, and with Michelle sat on the stool, it was far too top heavy. With a mighty crash and lots of flying limbs the stool toppled over and Simon slipped and fell backwards. Michelle gracefully fell from the stool and landed on top of Simon who luckily broke her fall. She was lay on top of him, their eyes locked together and they both started laughing simultaneously, which soon turned into hilarity. There was one person in the vicinity that did not find it amusing though, a security man, otherwise known as a bouncer.
He approached the collapsed and still giggling couple with the speed of a panther and the grace of a buffalo, barging and shoving and elbowing the few people out of the way who were in this section of the club.
‘I think you had better get up now!’ Simon said between guffaws of laughter.
‘No way! I am quite comfy here thanks!’
‘Please! I’m getting squashed!’
‘Saying I’m fat are you?!’ Instead of standing, Michelle relaxed even more and squashed him some more.
‘No, no, I mean, anyone would feel heavy in this position!’
‘Think I’ll have a little sleep!’
‘I don’t think you will young lady! Get up now!’
Michelle looked up and saw the stern looking bouncer glaring down at her. ‘Whoops!’ she whispered into Simon’s ear. ‘Rhino Bob is here!’
She rolled off him and stood while Simon scraped himself off the floor. ‘Sorry, sir. We fell over!’ Simon still had a big grin on his face which did not impress Rhino Bob at all.
‘I’ll show you falling over!’ He grabbed Simon’s arm and shoved it up his back. Simon let out a gasp but wisely did not try to resist.
Michelle was not impressed. ‘Get off him you big brute!’
She leapt onto Bob’s back and started to pound his shoulders. It was then that it went from bad to worse for the couple as the cavalry arrived. One of Bob’s colleagues plucked Michelle off his back and flipped her over his shoulder in a type of fireman’s lift. They walked over to an emergency exit, Simon still wisely not showing any resistance. Michelle though was. All the way down the emergency exit stairs she pounded and kicked and screamed.
The bouncer just chuckled and commented to his colleague, ‘She’s a bit feisty isn’t she Graham?!’
‘I’ll show you feisty you imbecile!’
With this Michelle renewed her thrashings with increased vigour until she felt one of the bouncer’s hands slide into her knickers and start to molest her most sensitive parts. This made her freeze in horror. He groped her for the last few steps of the staircase until they reached the exit door when he removed his hand.
With a thrust of his hip Graham opened the door and pushed Simon away with a clip round his ear for good measure. Simon stumbled away and watched as Michelle was flipped back over the bouncer’s shoulder, but he carefully made sure she landed feet first.
Michelle was still full of indignation at her rough treatment and turned straight back around and started to pound the bouncer on his chest. ‘You beast! How dare you molest me like that!’
The bouncer started to laugh as Michelle’s slaps and thumps bounced off his barrel chest. It was only when she started to try and scratch out his eyes did he grab hold of her hands and easily restrain her. ‘Now, now young lady! Calm down! Don’t mind being punched but I draw the line at having my eyes scratched thank you very much. Can you take her away mate?’
‘Yeah, of course. Come on Michelle, let’s go.’
Michelle shrugged off Simon’s hand and shouted, ‘I’m not going anywhere until these men, I use that word loosely, apologise for treating us like this!’
The bouncer rolled his eyes and simply pushed Michelle away. She stumbled back five or so feet and by the time she had recovered her footing the bouncers had slammed the door shut and were making their way back up the stairs.
While sniffing his fingers the bouncer who molested Michelle stated, ‘Bloody hell Graham! It is always the flamin’ girls that are the flamin’ worst!’
‘Tell me about it, man,’ replied Graham giving a rueful shake of his head, ‘tell me about it.’
Chapter 10
Peter and Sarah flagged down a taxi easily as it was still quite early in the night. He told the driver his address and as soon as they set out he started to warm Sarah up some more with lots of deep, passionate kisses and lots of leg stroking and breast fondling.
The taxi driver was happy. He loved watching young couples in his taxi, the way they totally threw away their inhibitions and seemed to forget that there was another person in the car. All throughout the journey he seemed to spend most of his time with his eyes fixed on the rear view mirror and was pleased to see these two really going for it. He saw the young woman part her legs; he saw the young man’s hand disappear up her skirt which was near enough hitched right up over her hips. He saw fingers sliding inside her pink, lacy panties and a middle finger disappear inside her. He heard her little grunts of pleasure and noticed the bulge of the young man’s pants grow and grow.
This continued for a few minutes and the driver was disappointed when she pulled away from him and looked almost shyly at the rear view mirror. Sarah saw the driver tip her a wink after which she blushed and pulled her skirt back down. Peter tried to carry on but Sarah gently pushed him away and whispered into his ear that they would carry on later.
Peter realized that they had been getting a bit adventurous with somebody watching them and he noticed they were nearly at his house anyway. Instead, he wrapped one of his arms around her and she leant against him. Occasionally he would lean down and kiss the top of her head until they pulled onto his street. He told the driver what house to drop them at and he paid the fare.
They walked up his driveway hand in hand and Peter kissed her on the doorstep. He then unlocked the door and they both almost fell through it in their eagerness. As soon as the door closed behind them Peter reached round Sarah’s back and unclipped her bra and unzipped her skirt. Sarah pushed him away and Peter thought he may have made a mistake moving so fast. However, he saw her place her thumbs inside the waist of her skirt and knickers and pulled them down in one movement. Peter was amused and delighted to see a patch of darker pink in the crotch of her panties caused by her wetness. He pulled her to him and she stood in front of him with her feet wide apart giving him ample room to caress her, which he did.
With every stroke and every finger insertion she gave out moans and groans of pleasure and Peter’s hand got wetter and wetter. While he was caressing her she fumbled and struggled to undo his belt, and in the end Peter removed his hand and did it himself. He pulled down his jeans and underwear in one action as Sarah had done and immediately he sprang erect, hard and long. Sarah looked down and was very pleased to see his size and she immediately started to stroke him, feeling him throb lively in her hand.
After a few moments of stroking and pleasuring each other Sarah moved away from him, turned her back, dropped onto her knees, and then leaned forward, leaning on her hands, thrusting her buttocks into the air.
Peter was amazed at how forward she was but he did not complain. He dropped onto his knees behind her, lined himself up and in one slow movement slid his full length into her hot, tight and dripping wet vagina.
Sarah let out a long groan of complete and utter pleasure and arched her back as she shouted out, ‘Now that is the best feeling in the world!’
Her single groan soon turned into loud groans and yelps of more complete and utter pleasure as Peter started to thrust in and out of her, each thrust of his met with a thrust of hers. It did not last long for either of them.
Peter managed to control himself until he felt her stiffen in his hands and she let out a scream of ecstasy. Then he felt her start to shudder and shake as her orgasm
ripped through her body. With a few more thrusts Peter emptied himself into her and Sarah let out another long groan of complete and utter pleasure as she felt him pour into her. Peter also shuddered and shook as his orgasm ripped through his body and they stayed in this position for a few moments, both of them panting and occasionally involuntarily shaking as the pleasure subsided. Slowly he then eased himself out of her and flopped himself onto the floor on his back.
Sarah lay down next to him on the hall floor and he put an arm round her and she closed her eyes as she placed her head on his chest. ‘Do you think this could be the start of something special, Peter?’
Peter was shocked at her question but he did not show it in his answer. As far as he was concerned this was a one night stand to be enjoyed, talked about with friends and then promptly forgot about. However, he did not think that answer like that would endear him to Sarah so he lied easily. ‘Definitely Sarah,’ he kissed her shoulder, ‘definitely something special.’
*
Simon and Michelle walked down a street in the town, talking and laughing together, getting to know each other even more. They reached a wine bar that was still open and quiet. There were only a few couples inside it and Simon asked Michelle whether she would like to stop for a glass of wine. She nodded and they went in to take a seat at a table in the window. Simon asked her what she wanted and was about to stand up to order at the bar when a waiter came over and took the order. They sat there for hours talking.
They talked about everything and anything. Their lives so far, where they wanted their lives to go, ambitions, hope and fears. It was only when the waiter came over and stated it was four o’clock in the morning and that they were closing did they realize the time. Simon muttered an apology to the waiter and settled the bill, pushing away Michelle’s hand when she offered him some money.
They left the bar and started to walk. Michelle was astonished when, as they started to walk, Simon slipped one of his hands into hers. He turned his head to look at her as they walked and said, ‘I can’t remember a time when I have enjoyed a woman’s company as much as I have tonight.’ This astonished Michelle even more. ‘I mean, how long were we talking for? Two, three hours? I don’t know. The time flew by and I really enjoyed myself.’
‘I enjoyed myself too.’ They stopped walking and for an instant of instance Michelle thought that Simon was going to kiss her. Instead, he looked into her eyes and shook his head and started to walk again.
‘You seem puzzled about something?’
‘I am. There I am dating all these girls from college, and not from college, and they are all brain dead, and I am sat there on the dates trying to talk to them like I have talked to you tonight, but just as I am talking to them I see no glimmer of life or sparkle in their eyes. Dead eyes.’
‘Dead eyes?’
‘Yeah, it is hard to explain. You know when you talk to somebody you usually look into their eyes don’t you?’ She nodded. ‘Sometimes you see a spark, a flash in their eyes, a spark and flash of life. Like I see with you. Someone with dead eyes you don’t. There is nothing there; no spark or flash, they just seem, well, empty. With you though, with you it’s endless sparks and flashes. I enjoyed talking to you tonight for that reason. Because you have that spark and you listen and comment and question. I’ve read in these bloke magazines that women like to be listened to, they like questions and comments. Well, so do men. They don’t want to sit there and listen non-stop to a woman rattle on about nothing like a little chatter-box. Intelligent men like a conversation too. Most of the girls I have dates with have been, and I say this with no exaggeration, are beautiful. I am sat there thinking what the hell are they doing with me? Then I realize that although they are stunningly good looking, they are also stunningly stupid. So that is why I have enjoyed being with you tonight. Because you’re clever.’
‘Wow! That was one hell of a speech, Simon! You shouldn’t only judge someone though on their eyes you know.’
‘Why not? Ninety nine percent of the time I am right. Dead eyes.’
‘And I also know lots of beautiful, intelligent women.’ Thinking instantly of Sally.
‘I suppose I can be too judgmental. Anyway, I have enjoyed tonight and I would like to take you out to dinner some time.’
‘Pardon me?!’
‘Dinner some time. How about it?’
‘You want to take me out?’
‘Yeah, why not. We have got on so well tonight it would be stupid not to see if we can carry it on wouldn’t it?’
‘Erm, well, yeah, I suppose it would. What about Sally?’
‘Sally who?’
‘Sally Gallagher. The girl you were meant to meet for a date tonight?’
‘You know Sally?! Why didn’t you say that earlier?! She stood me up the bitch!’
‘She is a close friend.’
‘Oh, right, erm, okay. Erm, I’m sure she is a lovely person and not at all bitchy.’
‘Keep on digging Simon; you’ll get out of that hole soon!’
‘Whoops! Sorry Michelle. Didn’t know she was a friend. How do you know her? She goes to that posh school doesn’t she?’
‘We met when we were very young and have been friends ever since even though we have always gone to different schools. She does go to the Mount, yes.’
‘Anyway, she stood me up.’
‘Did she? Weird. She was looking forward to it.’
‘What happened to her then?’
‘I don’t know. I tried to phone her before when I saw you earlier. She wasn’t at home and her mobile went straight to voice mail so I don’t know.’ There were a few moments of silence until Michelle realized she didn’t know where they where or where they were going.
‘Just a few more minutes and then we are there.’
‘Where is there?’
‘My brother’s apartment.’
‘Why are we going there?’
‘No taxis this late and he is away. I’ve got a key.’
‘I should really go home.’
‘We’ll see if we can order you a taxi from his place.’
‘Okay, sounds good. Nothing is going to happen tonight Simon, so please don’t try anything.’
‘You know something Michelle, there was a point, before, when I was going to try and kiss you. But I decided not to. I didn’t want to spoil what has been a great night by letting physical things get in the way. So I am going to be a gentleman. I am going to give you a coffee, and I do mean a coffee, order you a taxi and then you can go home. Then I am going to text you and make sure you got home okay. Then I am going to call you tomorrow and then at some point, hopefully very soon, I am going to take you out on a proper date. How does that sound?’
‘It all sounds good and like a plan!’
‘Excellent and here we are!’
*
Peter eased himself away from Sarah and gently lowered her now sleeping head onto the hall floor. He stood up and walked through to the kitchen picking up his jeans as he went. He placed them on the sideboard and reached into one of the pockets and pulled out a small plastic bag which contained pills.
The pills were a light blue and etched into the faces of these pills was the image of a butterfly. He reached into the other pocket of his jeans and removed a big, thick wad of money and also five small plastic bags containing a white powder.
He placed all of these on the sideboard and then went upstairs, carefully stepping over the still sleeping Sarah, entered his bedroom and opened up the bottom drawer in a chest. He removed a ledger and took this downstairs. He stepped over Sarah again and returned to the money and the drugs in the kitchen. He pulled up a kitchen chair and proceeded to carefully count the pills. He then counted the money and made some notations in the ledger.
‘Excellent,’ he said out loud, ‘I balance! Tabs and money match up. Quite a lot of coke sales tonight too!’
‘What are you doing?’
Peter jumped what looked like a mile as Sarah crossed the kitchen
to where he was sat. Peter was rapidly trying to hide the drugs but Sarah was too quick for him and she picked up a couple of the tablets and looked at them closely. ‘Are these what I think they are?’
‘And what do you think they are?’
‘E’s.’
‘No, they are painkillers for my back.’
‘Rubbish. Painkiller’s you record in a ledger?!’
Quickly she grabbed the thick black book and glanced down at the figures and words next to them. ‘Blue Johnson? You’ve named an ecstasy tablet after yourself? How quaint.’
‘Yeah, yeah. So they’re E’s.’
‘Oh, and I suppose that this,’ she quickly grabbed one of the clear cellophane bags, ‘is washing powder? You’re a dealer?!’
‘More like a part-time dealer.’
‘Still a dealer though. You know, I have sometimes seen you in the club going from person to person, shaking hands with lots of people. I have never thought twice about it, I just thought you were more popular than I imagined.’
‘Popular in a way, yes.’
‘So you pretend to shake hands with them but really you are exchanging drugs for money?’
‘Yep.’
‘You’ve made that much?!’
‘Not tonight, no. Some of that is left over from Friday.’
‘Still, it looks like a lot for two nights work.’
‘I had a couple of good nights. I am getting a good reputation.’
‘Right.’
There was a few moments silence as Sarah studied the white powder and prodded and played with it in her fingers. ‘I want to try it.’
‘You what?’
‘I want to try it.’
‘You can have an E.’
‘No, I have tried it. Didn’t like it. I want some of this.’
‘The coke?’
‘Yep.’
‘No chance. Too expensive for free handouts.’
‘I’ll be straight to the police tomorrow.’
‘You wouldn’t dare!’
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