"Come on Linnie, I've got work in the morning, I need to be in my bed and snoring my little heart out by three or I'll be knackered tomorrow."
"Where are we going?"
"Just down here," he pointed to an alleyway which ran alongside the club. "I know a place, come on."
"Give us a drag of your fag."
"Yeah like I want your lips around my cigarette; the only thing you're sucking is my cock love."
"Charming."
Freddie continued briskly along the alley, pulling Linette behind him and then stopped when they came to a darkened alcove set into the Nightclub wall.
"Come on Linnie, get on with it, I'm fit to burst."
"Anyone would think you never got any." Linette laughed. "We only had a shag last night and we had that threesome about two days ago. You are one horny bastard."
"I can't help myself, it's your dark good looks and compelling nature that just want me to fuck you."
"Really?" a dirty blond, doe-eyed Linette tugged on Freddie's arm and pulled him around so she could look into his eyes. "Do you really think that Freddie?"
Freddie snorted, "Don't be daft, you're a dirty fucking hooker Linette. I fuck you because I can, because you have a good suck and a dark hot minge." He grabbed her hair and began to move her head towards his penis, which he was releasing from its cloth prison. "Now get on it Linette, you filthy whore and make sure you swallow; the last thing I need is dirty underwear. The wife just hates washing cum stained pants." He giggled as Linette got to work, gagging with every thrust of his manhood.
-x-
Freddie walked along the High Road, sucking on his bloodied knuckles. Linette had got just a little bit too full of herself after the blowie, talking about feelings and possible relationships. Freddie had started to suspect she may be getting too full of herself when she had stopped charging him for sex, but had decided to make the most of it and then put her in her place if she got out of hand. He was quite sad that he had had to teach her a lesson, she had a pretty face really, even if it was always smeared with make-up and hidden under a ton of slap and false lashes. Linette wasn't looking quite as pretty now that his knuckles had given her a make under, but Freddie was sure she would bounce back; her type usually did. He would give her a mercy fuck when she was able to walk again.
He whistled to himself as he strolled along the deserted High Road, he knew that he would have to hurry to get a taxi so that he could get home to bed as he had a very important meeting in the morning. Freddie looked left and right but could see no sign of any traffic let alone a Taxi, he marvelled at how such a vibrant and busy city such as London could turn into a ghost town, particularly when he needed to get home. Crossing the road, he swaggered along the street and his mind turned to thoughts of a kebab. He knew in London there must surely be a twenty four hour shop open somewhere so he was determined to find one, buy a big dirty kebab and then hail a cab home.
When Freddie took his next step into the road he heard the sound of a car coming up the road behind him. Hoping it would be a taxi, he turned with his hand in the air, ready to hail his ride home. Bright lights blinded Freddie and the sound of the car engine deafened him in the otherwise soundless street. Freddie tried to take a step back out of the way of the car, but when he did, the car changed direction and headed straight for him. Drink, drugs and tiredness had clouded Freddie's judgement and he was unable to react quickly enough to get out of the way of the screaming metal giant which headed straight for him.
The car hit Freddie dead centre, causing him to fly along the road and end in a crumpled heap on the tarmac. He groaned and touched his head and body as he felt for any damage that might have occurred, aware that the drink was also, mercifully, dulling any pain he may be feeling. He was vaguely aware of the sound of the car engine once again and hoped that it was now an ambulance coming to see to his injuries.
Freddie began to reach for the phone in his jacket pocket but never managed to get hold of it as the car hit him once again, all four wheels going over his body, breaking skin and crunching bone as arms and legs were carried up into the arches by the turning wheels. Pummelling Freddie's body, blood bursting from his veins and spurting over the hard cold floor.
Barely conscious, Freddie's last vision was of a woman standing over him, she bent down and put her face right up to Freddie's ear.
"You are a disgusting human being. You use, abuse and violate women in every way possible. People like you should not be allowed to walk on the planet. I hope you rot in hell, you bastard."
A hard kick to Freddie's face was the final blow which put his light out; Freddie would never know of the baby that was growing in the belly of his woman and would never again lift a hand to hurt her. The woman turned and walked away from the scene and from the car which sat, engine idling, Freddie's limbs still entwined in the rear wheel arches. She walked slowly, purposefully and at no stage did she turn to look back on the life she had destroyed. She was determined to focus only on the life she had just saved.
Table of Contents
Acknowledgements
Other Books by this Author
Conniption
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Coming Soon: Don't Kill Baby
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