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by Justine Elyot


  'Let me in, Sophie,' he said.

  I unlocked the door and took him upstairs.

  In the stock room, Maria was sniffing noisily on a keg, half-dressed, while Lloyd stood beside her, massaging her shoulders and making soothing noises.

  'What's happened?' I asked, the sight of Lloyd's fingers on Maria lending an irritable note to my query. Maria simply burst into fresh tears of lamentation.

  'What is it? Were you raped? Attacked? Tell me!'

  'Go easy on her,' Lloyd said, a curious look in his eye. 'She's upset.'

  'No fucking kidding? And you don't need to be here now. The bar's unmanned, so I suggest you hop to it.'

  Lloyd's hands flew from Maria's shoulders; he looked furious and for a second I thought he might slap me. I wanted him to slap me. I wanted to fight him. Bring it on, sang my blood.

  Instead, he made as dignified an exit as he could muster, stopping briefly beside me and waiting until I deigned to look him in the eye. 'We're having words later, Sophie,' he claimed. Hah. Not if I can help it.

  I snorted and flapped him away. Phew. He was gone. There is only so much of Lloyd's presence I can handle without going terribly wrong. Wrong. It was so wrong. I should never have done it.

  I led him up the stairs to the first-floor flat, wondering vaguely what Mrs Treadway opposite might say if she saw us. Unbelievably, I had never brought a man here before. Mrs Treadway would sometimes ask me if I had a 'someone special' and I would laugh and shake my head, making noises about my busy work schedule and my photography. She would sigh and advise me not to leave it too late. I think she worried that I was lonely.

  But Mrs Treadway's door didn't open; she was celebrating Christmas with her loved ones, like everyone else except for me and Lloyd.

  I thought about changing my mind even as I turned the key in the lock, but he kept a hand in the small of my back and gently nudged me across the threshold, and then it was too late. He was in.

  'Do you want a drink or something?' I asked, feeling stupidly shy and inarticulate.

  'No,' he said, his hand at the back of my neck now, fingers combing the roots of my hair. 'I want to see your bedroom.'

  'I don't have one,' I confessed with a nervous half-laugh. 'I use it as my darkroom. I have a sofabed in the living room.'

  'Then lead on, Macduff,' he said, the silly phrase revealing his own nervousness. He kissed one of the lovebites on my neck. His palpable desire weakened me. He was expecting to stay the night.

  'I didn't say you could stay,' I told him, even as I was throwing cushions off the sofa and watching him wrestle with the iron bedframe.

  'I can, though.' He said it calmly, looking up through his floppy curtains of hair. I always thought his eyes were shifty but now they looked dark, the irises a tiny ring around gigantic black pupils. 'You don't want me to go, do you?'

  The lifeline. I could grab it or toss it away. I hesitated, which was the equivalent of flinging it to the seagulls. He broke into my moment of vacillation with a smile.

  'Ah, I see I was right. You want me to stay.'

  'I don't,' I said obstinately. It galled me to the core to have to admit that I did want him here.

  'I don't believe you,' he said lightly. He threw the cushions back on to the bed and knelt on the mattress, holding out an arm. 'Come here.'

  What was it about him? Was it a pheremonal thing? Was there a secret compartment in my soul that only opened for him? Against my better judgement, I joined him on the bed.

  And then there was such kissing, such licking, such laying on of hands, such sighing into mouths, such pinching and stroking that my dark inhibitions evanesced and I found myself for the first time following instincts rather than internal scripts. Liberated and terrified, I let Lloyd do this thing to me. I let him be tender and slow and steady and all those other qualities I had derided and avoided. 'Making love', such a sappy phrase, but I could not think of a satisfying alternative. He watched my face throughout, and he made me watch his, and I had never been so afraid, so fragile, so giving of myself. When it was done and we were spent and I lay in his arms, seeing swirly patterns in the dark, he said, 'I can't let you go now. You do realise that, don't you?'

  Maria allowed Jade to comfort and calm her down while I paced between armies of champagne bottles, pleading for enlightenment.

  'Can somebody please tell me what all the fuss is about?'

  'I got papped,' said Maria suddenly.

  'What? Photographed? With one of your famous shags? So?'

  'It was a telephoto lens,' said Jade significantly. 'Somebody was out on the balcony. I saw him there!'

  'What? You were there too? So what were you doing? Please, my head hurts!'

  Jade, more coherent than Maria at this stage, filled me in.

  The famous rocker had been watching MTV on a black leather sofa, swigging from a beer bottle, when Maria knocked and came in, wiggling her bottom all the way over to the drinks cabinet, which she replenished on her knees, making sure her hold-up stockings were visible beneath her skirt hem.

  'Hey, baby,' drawled the rocker. 'That's a fine booty you got there. Why don't you shake it over here?'

  Maria grinned. She liked the direct approach. She shook her fine booty all the way over to the rocker and giggled when he tipped her up and pulled her into his lap.

  'You're pretty,' he said, looking directly into her cleavage, which she helpfully exposed a little more, undoing two buttons. 'Are you dirty too?'

  'Oh yes,' said Maria eagerly. 'I'm such a slut!'

  'Wow, that's good to hear. You got any sisters?'

  Maria's eyes opened wide and she playacted shock and disgust. 'Sisters! No! I do have a girlfriend though.'

  'A girlfriend?' The rocker looked intrigued, though whether this was because of Maria's words, or the way she had just tugged his hand inside her already damp knickers, was not clear. 'You mean just a friend, or . . .?'

  'No, not just a friend,' said Maria throatily, grinding her clitoris down on his knuckles while his fingertips sought her open sex. 'A lover. We like to lick and suck each other's tits and pussies, and sometimes we give each other a good seeing-to with my strap-on dildo. What do you think of that?'

  It was pretty obvious from the straining leather crotch Maria's bottom rested on what the Rocker thought of that.

  'No fuckin way,' he breathed. 'I'd love to watch. Then I'd fuck the pair of you.'

  'No, you can't fuck Jade. She is gay. She doesn't mind putting on a show though. She is open-minded. Ooh, yes, that's nice. More of that.'

  The Rocker removed his fingers squelchily. 'Call her. Get her over. Then you can have more.'

  'You're serious?' Maria bit her lip. 'I don't have much time . . . I'm working . . .'

  'Fuck that. I'll sort out any problems. Call her. Now.'

  'You're sure you don't just want a blow job?' asked Maria doubtfully, reaching out a hand towards the leather bulge.

  He slapped it away. 'Sure I'm sure. Call your dyke friend. I'll pay.'

  'You'll pay?'

  'Yes.' His terseness prompted Maria to pick up the phone and dial down.

  'Hello, Sophie! Can you tell Jade to come to the penthouse suite, please? I have a job for her.'

  Jade showed up less than five minutes later, which impressed the Rocker, who had not realised she was a fellow chambermaid.

  'She's more properly dressed than you,' he remarked to Maria, slapping her bottom. 'Longer skirt, not so much tit showing.'

  Jade stared, wondering what was going on.

  'What did you want me for?' she asked.

  'How does a thousand pounds sound to you?' asked Maria excitedly. 'Dr Rock says he'll give us that, just for showing him what we get up to in bed. What do you think?'

  'A thousand? OK. That seems fair,' said Jade level-headedly. 'What do you want us to do?'

  'I love you British girls!' exclaimed Dr Rock, clapping his hands.

  'Actually I'm from New Zealand,' said an offended Jade.

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p; 'Oh, sorry. I'm not good with the accents. OK, why don't you get naked and get on the rug. We'll take it from there.'

  The black-and-whites came off rapidly until the girls were down to their underwear – Maria's skimpy red thong and Ultrabra; Jade's sturdy white Marks & Spencer cotton.

  'So . . . how about a little kiss?'

  Jade puckered up, took Maria round the waist and began to kiss and nip, enjoying as ever the cushiony softness of her lover's lips. Jade was about six inches taller than the diminutive Maria, and of an athletic build where Maria was all curvy softness. Jade's pink and white flesh contrasted with Maria's olive tones in a way that pleased Dr Rock, who had unzipped his fly and was delving down into the leather to take a firm grip on his cock. He watched, glassy-eyed, as Jade took control of the kiss, pushing her tongue deep into Maria's throat, lowering the cups of her frilly bra to palm her nipples. Maria's fingers twisted and twirled around Jade's neck as she hung on for dear life, moaning and gasping almost theatrically. She was a hot little bitch, thought Dr Rock, and he would enjoy giving her the one thing Jade there couldn't.

  'Mmm, good girls,' he applauded. 'I can see who's in charge here.' The maids broke apart and looked over at him, still fondling and straining against each other. 'Maria, you're Jade's bitch. Right?'

  'Sometimes,' said Maria. 'But I can take control too. It depends what mood we are in. For instance, right now, I want to push Jade on to the floor and lick her pussy until she begs me to stop.'

  'Yeah!' Dr Rock was impressed. 'Don't let me stop you.'

  Maria began to ease Jade's white knickers down, pausing to give her backside a little slap. Jade protested and wrestled Maria to the floor, where the pair of them shrieked and giggled and struggled for an arousing few minutes, limbs meshed, hair flying, breasts swinging this way and that, until a feral-looking Maria had her lover exactly where she wanted her.

  'Great! Now eat that pussy, baby!' cried Dr Rock hoarsely.

  Maria did not need telling. She hoisted Jade's knees over her shoulders and dived down, gobbling greedily, licking and sucking and flicking and slurping for dear life. Dr Rock was living up to his name now, hard and throbbing at the sight, panting as he stroked but conscious of not wanting to peak too quickly. This was one of the sexiest sights of his life, and he did not want it to end any time soon. Maria's pink tongue probing and circling Jade's ruby treasure beat any porn film on the hotel channels into a cocked hat. Jade's hands began to grab at the long pile of the rug, then her legs kicked up in the air, and she was coming, wailing and arching her back, crying out Maria's name.

  'Fuck, that was hot,' sighed Dr Rock. 'Was that hot, Jade?'

  'It was,' admitted Jade dreamily, lying back on the shagpile and gazing at the miniature chandeliers on the ceiling.

  'Time for Maria to get hers, though, isn't it? What about this strap-on I've been hearing about?'

  'Oh, jeez, I'm sorry. It isn't at the hotel. It's at my flat,' apologised Jade, coming to and sitting up again.

  'OK, well, I can improvise. I do it onstage, after all.' Dr Rock chuckled to himself, then he handed his empty beer bottle to Jade. 'See what she thinks of that.'

  'Oh my God!' squealed Maria. 'Our dildo is not that wide!'

  'I think you can take it. Suck it and see.'

  'I'll give it a go,' said Jade. 'Get down on the rug, Maria, and get your legs really as wide as you can.'

  Maria pouted a little, but did as she was told eventually, spreading her short legs and holding them in the air with hands around her thighs.

  'Hey, that's a nice view,' contributed Dr Rock, then he nodded at Jade that she could start. Jade prepared Maria diligently, fingering her to maximum lubrication before she made any attempt to insert the glass neck of the bottle.

  Maria, grunting, began to beg for penetration, jerking her hips upward to emphasise the point. Jade slowly and carefully slid the bottle into the slot, having no difficulty with the narrow top section. Maria began to whimper and wriggle a bit once the bottle's shape began to gradually widen; both spectators could see how her little circle of muscle grew and broadened to accommodate it until it was bigger and rounder than it usually managed. All the same, it seemed capable of accommodating its cold and smooth intruder. 'Is this OK?' asked Jade. 'Am I hurting you?'

  'No, it's fine,' puffed Maria. 'Oh, I feel so full though!'

  Jade had only to rock the bottle gently backwards and forwards for a few minutes before Maria came crazily, banging her head on the thankfully luxurious carpet.

  'Amazing!' enthused Dr Rock. 'My turn now. I'd better get down to it before I shoot. Stay there, Maria. Hey, Jade, how about you sit on her face?'

  Maria, weak and faint from her bottle-fed orgasm, could only lie compliant while Dr Rock inserted his cock into the gaping void that was left. As Jade's blonde snatch descended towards her open mouth, she could hear a distant clicking noise. Without properly registering it, she put it down to the TV and set to an enthusiastic bout of cunnilingus while Dr Rock banged away at her lower half.

  'Here, honey,' she heard the estimable doctor – surely he wasn't really a doctor? – say to Jade. There was a crackling sound and Maria thought it must be the money. Looking sideways, she saw a number of pinkish banknotes crammed into Jade's hot little hand. This coincided with such a loud frenzy of clicking and popping that she tried to lift her head. Despite the solid obstruction of Jade's groin, she managed to raise it enough to look towards the source of the noise – the French door that led out to the balcony. There were flashes of light – flashes of light that happened at the same time as each click. There was an outline. A shadow. A person!

  'STOP!' shrieked Maria, directly into Jade's clitoris. She kicked her legs in a frenzy, unseating the disgruntled rock legend.

  'Hey, what's going on here?' he raged.

  'Look! At the window! Someone there!'

  Dr Rock, wearing only a ripped T-shirt, shades and an erection, made a break for the balcony, roaring furiously.

  'Oh my God, be careful!' entreated Jade, leaping up to follow him and smashing her ankle against a coffee table on the way.

  Maria simply shrieked hysterically until Dr Rock returned. 'I didn't catch him. He shinned up to the roof. I saw the camera, though – and he dropped this.' He held out a Press ID card.

  'No! Not Sauce on Sunday,' wailed Maria. 'It'll be all over the front page!'

  Dr Rock shrugged. 'Well, y'know, I'm kinda used to it. It's expected of me.'

  'But we'll lose our jobs!' appealed Maria. 'Can't you do something?'

  'What can I do?' Dr Rock lay back down on the sofa, his erection now just a memory. 'Thanks for the ride, girls.'

  'Get your people to call his people!' suggested Jade desperately.

  'Nah. It's no big deal. You girls can sell your stories, right? You'll make enough to live on while you look for another job. You might get lucky, get some offers. Way I see it, I've just done you a favour.'

  This was not the way Maria and Jade were seeing it, though.

  Still beached on her beer keg, Maria speculated on the effect the Sunday splash might have on her poor old Colombian mother, while Jade worried that she might never get to realise her dream of working with children.

 

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