After Work Excess

by Samantha Davies

  “Yeah,” I replied, but added “that's different – Christ Jamie!”

  With a huge argument thankfully narrowly avoided, finally it was time for us all to sleep, and with just Jamie beside me in the room, a deep sleep soon followed.

  The following morning we saw no sign of Barney as I guessed that he probably sleeps all day Sunday and so the two of us went for a cooked breakfast in a local café before heading back to the flat for more sleep. Thank god I didn't have to go to work that day, as I would've never of made it in, let alone been able to sit all day at my desk!.

  It was a fun night, and although I didn't regret it, it had left me seriously starting to question myself about ‘where this was all going’… I mean the escorting appointment was one thing, but I actually felt far cheaper having done what I did on the previous night, than sleeping with Alan for cash. I felt that my life was rapidly spiralling out of control, and although I desperately wanted to, I really couldn't blame Jamie, as I knew that deep down that this was all of my own volition...

  Chapter 10 - Sex for Cash - The Beginning...

  Sometimes even I seem to wonder just how I got here, I mean on the surface, I've got a respectable job in the bank, and I'm pretty sure that most customers would never put me down as one of those girls that would have even tried anal sex, let alone have entertained the thought of sleeping with a guy for cash. Back when I was at college, I was always a straight A student, and never slept around, in-fact I'd only ever had one boyfriend – and that was an intensely serious affair. He was the Head Boy of the college and I was Deputy Head of my year and also the captain of the girls hockey team. After nearly a year though, we eventually went our separate ways, with him heading off to University and me left to complete my final year of A Levels. I think that I was heavily affected by the break-up, and him no longer even being around, because although I didn't sleep around after becoming single, my eyes had already been opened to the pleasures of sex. Whilst together, over that year - my boyfriend and I had tried all sorts, and then suddenly there I was, with no one to share any of those experiences with. Needless to say, although I still looked like I was an immensely sweet and innocent girl, on the inside, I had actually become a very frustrated woman!

  So I there I was, at 18 years old, single and halfway through my final year of my A Levels, and starting, for the first time, to fail some of my mock exams. I seemed to have lost my track, having lost my love life, and more importantly my secret sex life. As for career aspirations, all I really felt that I needed at the time was money, but I knew that I’d need a decent set of qualifications to get a proper job. After cascading down the college rankings from being a top of the class girl, to just an also-ran, I was resigned to the fact that now I was never going to get the grades needed to go to University. But at least with a couple of half decent A Levels under my belt, I might get a decent full time job in my home town of Weston.

  For now though, during my free time, away from class, I was working in one of the amusement arcades at weekends 12noon – 8pm, for a little extra cash. It was a long old shift, and I worked it every Saturday and Sunday and it was boring as hell. My only highlight was when one of the machines got blocked, someone asked for some change or occasionally needed to select a prize from behind the counter. There were always two of us on duty, a manager, and me – a lackey. Strangely everyone else seemed to be considered as a manager except for me, but as the youngest member of staff I just had to put up with being everybody else's general dogs body. Two of the managers were older women in their forties or at least they seemed old to me at the time, being a fairly shy looking 18 year old. The other person on duty at weekends was a guy called Warren, he took a shine to me when we worked together and I used to frequently cover for him while he used to disappear, sometimes for up to an hour to meet his girlfriend, who worked nearby. I can still remember her clearly, she was a proper ‘Weston-Chav’, with peroxide blonde hair, dark roots and an incredibly mean face – she really was the epitome of rough. She used to frequently come in and sometimes hang round for hours, and used to stare at me as if I was the devil incarnate! Warren on the other hand was nice, he was funny and supportive, although I'd have to say that he was also quite a touchy-feely person, but not in a perverted way, he was just nice like that.

  After work one Saturday at a little after 8pm he asked if I fancied a McDonald’s after our shift, as he had found some money that had been dropped on the floor, and the cash box had already been locked away. It was a kind gesture, and so I said ‘why not’. We continued to power down the machines, before running through our locking up procedure, and then walked over the road and towards the local McDonald’s. I then sensed that he was actually veering off coarse, and walking towards the car-park. I was beginning to feel slightly concerned, as I was acutely aware that he had tried to offer me a lift home in his boy racer car, a couple of times before but I had always sensibly decided not to accept his offer of a lift. He was nice, but not that nice – and furthermore I knew that my Father would be furious if he saw me being dropped off at my family home in a car like that, with it's overly-loud exhaust and booming sound system.

  I felt awkward though, as this time I felt like it would’ve been impolite if I then said ‘No’ to getting into his car, as on this occasion he had kindly offered to buy me a burger meal. He soon set my worries at ease though when we arrived at his car by saying “I hope you don't mind, but we'll go to the drive-thru on the edge of town instead, if that's okay?”

  “Why's that then?” I innocently asked as I smiled across at him and carefully fastened my seatbelt.

  “Well you know, I know you're just a workmate, but I think my misses would get kind of funny if she were to see us two sat together in the main restaurant in town.”

  “Okay...” I replied, agreeing that the last thing that I wanted to do – for my own health, was to give off the false impression that there was anything at all between Warren and I.

  He ignited the engine, and cranked up the stereo, which blasted out his home compilation of full on rave music, and at just 18 I strangely loved it as we sped through the dark streets, over to a suburb on the edge of town called Worle where there was a drive-thru at the back-end of town.

  I was absolutely starving as I scoffed down my food as we chatted in his car in the car-park and had a general laugh together. He then shocked me asking why I didn’t have a boyfriend, and I felt stumped. I explained that I did have a boyfriend, for a year, but that he had no gone off to University, so we had split up. He then complimented me, by saying that it was such a waste that a girl like me was single, saying I had lovely blonde hair and bright blue eyes, which although was kind of him, it just made me feel awkward and quite embarrassed.

  He then asked me where I’d like to go next and I said “Home, please – as my Dad will be wondering where I am.” and laughed innocently.

  But then he really shocked me as he quite unexpectedly leant over and kissed me. All I can remember was tasting the all too familiar flavour of a Big Mac on his tongue as it darted into my mouth, also leaving me with a smell of stale cigarettes, nice! I was totally stunned, and surprised, mainly because this older guy was giving me some attention. I guessed that he was in his late twenties, with spiky dark hair and a slightly chubby face, but the kiss felt strangely nice though, as I hadn’t been kissed that way, not since I'd been with my first proper boyfriend from college. He kissed differently to the couple of guys that I'd kissed since becoming single too, guys from college – of my own age, as he was full of manly confidence compared to the chancers that I'd met at the local college discos…

  Sensing that I wasn’t entirely against the idea of kissing him, Warren then moved his hand across to me and dared to feel for my rather small breasts through my black work shirt, which only made me wish I’d worn a more substantial bra. Then, after a few more minutes of feeling for the shape of my chest through my shirt as he kissed me, he really shocked me by reaching for my hand, and moving it across, plac
ing it assertively on the hardness that had obviously been growing within his tracksuit bottoms!

  This made me feel really shocked but didn’t pull my hand away, I don’t know why I didn’t looking back, however, I refused to grope him, I just rested my hand there, but to the side of where he had initially placed it, determined not to let this cheeky kissing session actually spiral into something far more sexual than it already was.

  He eventually gave my mouth some rest, as he pulled back and stopped kissing me, but then asked if I wanted to drive and park up somewhere more private? I knew exactly where this was leading now, and started to worry that I'd been giving him all of the wrong signals as I said “No, I'm sorry, but I really need to get home now…”

  He smirked, lighting up a cigarette, and winding his drivers side window down slightly, before saying “Look, if you agree to come and have some fun with me I’ll give you £40?”

  “What do you mean by having some fun with you?” I shrieked.

  “Don't worry, it's nothing serious, just to hang out and do what we've been doing, and I'm sure that they money will come in useful won't it?”

  “I'm really not sure...”

  “Oh come on, live a little – just for half an hour and then I'll drop you back home?”

  Now I know that I should have said no straight away, but £40 was what I earned in a whole weekend in the arcade, so I nervously responded with “Okay, but again - what kind of fun exactly?”

  “As I said, just a bit of a kissing and teasing, as you really are beautiful…” he again suggested.

  I thought about it all for a moment and then finally blurted out “Look Warren, I’m not having sex with you, as I'm just not that kind of girl!”

  He pulled back and laughed out loud, inhaled deeply and replied with “Me, have sex with you? Christ mate, you’re only 18, why would ‘I’ want to have sex with you?”

  I felt more than slightly crushed by his comment, but on the plus side, I also felt slightly more assured that his intentions were better than I had first envisaged, and that he just wanted to mess about for a bit, as I said “Okay then, just for a bit...”

  “Cool! Let’s go and find somewhere to park up then…” he said, as he started the engine and we pulled away in the car, speeding down the dual carriageway, and back into Weston town centre.

  After a quick stop off at the cash machine in town, we drove down to the far end of the deserted beach car park, at the far end of beach. Once parked up, he wasted absolutely no time in unzipped his flies and asking me to wank him.

  “You're seriously having a laugh aren't you?” I barked, as I looked down at his throbbing member with my steely blue eyes.

  “No... Not at all...”

  “I thought we were going to kiss?”

  “Well we can kiss, while you stroke me, come on, you'll have me spurting in minutes, then I can take you home..?”

  I couldn't help but to giggle at his cheekiness, as he motioned for me to come closer to kiss him. I did so, leaning across to connect my lips with his, but still refusing to touch him down there.

  “Just put your hand down there...” he breathed, as he tongue danced with mine.

  “No...”

  “You don't even have to look at it, just grab it...”

  “No, it's okay.”

  “I'm guessing that you never actually got near the cock of this so called ex-boyfriend then?” he asked as he pulled his face back from mine dismissively.

  “Yeah, of course I did..!” I protested adamantly.

  “And you wanked him off?”

  “Yes many times, and I sucked him, and I had sex with him, dozens of times!” I argued, feeling slurred that he was making me out to be a girl with little or no experience of sex whatsoever.

  “Well just hold it then,” he asked, as he gently pulled my hand closer and placed it around him, to grab his bare member, before he began to kiss me again, adding “see, it feels nice doesn't it?”

  “It does feel kind of hard...” I sheepishly responded, as I allowed my hand to briefly remain wrapped around his erect penis. After-all, as I had stated, I had done this to my first boyfriend Steve so many times, in his last year of college, and we’d dated for a year – with him finally taking my virginity. It was a proper romance though, as we'd dated for so long first. Having already lost my virginity to Steve, despite what Warren had just said - I actually felt quite grown up, as I began to stroke him whilst kissing him, to show him that I wasn't the inexperienced young girl that he thought I was! Furthermore, despite my initial reservations, this wasn’t just some boy from college, this was a proper man – and that actually made me strangely feel like I was finally coming of age.

  After a few more minutes of gently stroking Warren's cock, he broke his lips away from mine, yet again away and said “Will you take it in your mouth?”

  “I don’t think so, no..!” I nervously answered as I finally looked down at his expectant and fully erect member.

  Undeterred, he asked “You’ve never given a blow job before, I’m guessing, is that right Sammy?”

  “I have actually!” I barked, gripping him for effect.

  “It's no problem if you haven't, in-fact I can teach you the technique if you like?”

  I paused and looked at him, not being able to take in the audacity of the man before me.

  Finally I replied with “I have actually, as I said - with my ex-boyfriend…”

  Warren laughed dismissively, “Well, I don’t think you have..!”

  “I have actually, many times!”

  Warren then said “Well even if you have given some college boy a blow job, what you think is a blow job is actually a totally different affair from giving a man a blow job, so let me show you…”

  “Look, I know what I’m doing!” I barked aggressively, falling into his trap

  “Well show me then…”

  I paused for thought; I really needed to get home as I knew that my parents would wander what had happened to me.

  Not wanting to be seen as a ‘kill-joy’, or missing out on the £40 that he had initially promised me, I then asked “Anyway - where’s my bloody money?”

  Warren swiftly pulled out the two £20 notes that he'd earlier withdrawn from the cash machine, passed them to me and I put them in my purse before finally conceding to his demands and submissively bent my head down for him. I held my blonde hair back as I drew closer, and already had my mouth opened widely, as if I was planning to land on him, rather than seductively going down onto his dirty cock.

  I can’t remember much about the taste and feel of Warren compared to Steve, but what I did appreciate, was the fact that his pubic hair was cut really short. As the only person that I'd ever given a blow job in the past was Steve, I could recall that I was actually quite put off at the time, by the thick tightly curled hair that surrounded his cock.

  For several minutes, Warren graciously enjoying me licking and sucking him, whilst he constantly ran his fingers through my long soft blonde hair. Eventually though he dared to up the anti, as he managed to work his nifty fingers into the waistband of my trousers and then into my to my plain sports knickers. I tried not to let his intrusion put me off my technique, as I continued to demonstrate that I knew what I was doing, when it came to giving head. I also didn’t think that he could actually manage to reach far enough across me, in-order to get his finger up inside me, but he seemed more than content to gently stroke my neatly trimmed soft blonde pubic hair as he enjoyed the sensations that I was sending through his erect member.

  “I take it back, as you really do know what you're doing down there...” he called out. I felt vindicated, although I already knew that thanks to my previous sexual explorations with Steve, and after frequently browsing through my younger brother’s porn magazines, I knew what I was supposed to be doing when presented with an eager cock to suck.

  Warren then suggested that we should make an effort to get more comfortable and motioned for me to climb into the back-seat, w
here there was more room for the two of us. I knew that this session, which only started off as chance to fool around for a little bit, was now getting totally out of hand, I also looked through my steamed up window, feeling concerned that someone would see us and tap on the window to see what we were up to, but the car-park was deserted, so against my better judgement I eventually agreed.

  We both climbed in the back, and I noted that the rear windows had steamed over properly by this stage. Warren leant into me straight away, kissing me, as he again began to fondle my pert breasts through my black work shirt. As I lay back, to get a little more comfortable, he wasted no time in attempting to set about yanking my slightly unbuttoned trousers down and off, but I stopped him – catching his wrist, as I said, “Hey, no way! No..!”

  He smiled like a thief caught with his hand deep inside the cookie jar, and relented, leaving them just as they were, balanced on the very edge of my hips, with my fly undone, revelling several inches of my plain fronted sports knickers. I grasped for his member once again, as he began to French kiss me in an overly passionate way. I stroked him furiously as he kissed me, all in a vain effort to make him ejaculate, but he had more stamina than I could handle, as he deftly managed to tease his hand into the front of my knickers and locate my undeniable wetness. I felt embarrassed, as I could already sense that I was incredibly wet, but as he began to rock his index finger back and forth, I could also hear the evidential squelch of my sexual-state as he probed me ever deeper. I hid my shame in our shared kisses, but at least he'd now be satisfied as he was finally getting the chance to finger me, as I wanked him with an increasingly firm wrist action. Of course, this was all in the continued hope that it would finally make him ejaculate, just like I used to do to Steve in the early days - after college.

  He kept breaking away, to compliment me, telling me how incredibly tight I was down there, but I wasn't going to actually admit that I hadn’t had sex at all, since Steve, and therefore hadn't actually been touched in several months. Warren then asked me to stop wanking him before asking politely if I thought that we could actually 'do it'. I had sensed that this request might be coming, and so told him firmly, “No, I'm not going to have sex with you Warren, no.”