The Downfall Series Box Set

by Edie Baylis

  Sally put the bottle to her painted lips and struck a pose as the lounge door opened.

  ELIZA YAWNED. IT WAS nearly midnight and she wanted to go to bed to watch the rest of the video she hadn’t had chance to finish earlier before Ernie joined her, wanting servicing. She also had an appointment at the salon tomorrow to get some more eyelash extensions.

  The problem was Ernie had insisted she remained whilst the visitors were here as he needed someone to keep the boys in drinks. Frowning, Eliza glanced around the men in the room.

  She recognised two of them – the usual pair Ernie dealt with on a regular basis. She eyed their bull necks and greasy slicked-back hair. She hated the shorter one with a vengeance. She’d had to give him her attention at Crystals once and he’d had one of those horrible, slimy thin cocks. Out of all the cocks she’d had in her mouth, his had to be the worst. Even worse than Jake’s.

  Trying to stop her nose wrinkling with distaste, she forced her eyes across to the other man. He wasn’t as ugly, but certainly wouldn’t have won any prizes in a beauty contest.

  Seeing Ernie glance over Eliza forced a smile. “You alright for drinks, boys?” she purred sweetly, topping up her Swarovski-encrusted wine glass. Receiving a vague shake of heads she took this to mean no drinks were required.

  Inspecting her false nails, she turned her attention to the third unknown man. She didn’t like his gold teeth, but at least he was younger and slightly more attractive than the rest of them.

  “I think it’s worth considering getting involved in the club. It’s high class and the potential to move in on the cocaine patch is worth it just for that, let alone any say we could have on the girls,” the unknown man muttered.

  Eliza crossed her legs seductively as she perched on the high bar stool against the purpose built bar in the corner of the lounge. Pushing her breasts forward, she lit a cigarette and traced her tongue lightly across her bottom lip.

  “Well Charlie, I’ll certainly put some thought into it.” Ernie scratched his balding head. “I’d appreciate it if you could get some more gen. I want to know whose feet we’d be treading on.”

  Eliza smiled as she locked eyes with Charlie, who had finally noticed her. If she could help this bloke convince Ernie this was a good move – whatever it was - then it would mean more cash for her at the end of the day. And that was always a winner as far as she was concerned.

  “You have my word,” Charlie said standing up, his eyes lingering on Eliza’s legs a little too long. “I’ll get on to it right away.”

  Ernie rose from the leather sofa and shook Charlie’s hand. “Excellent.” He glanced at Eliza and smiled. “Now to round the evening off, what do you gentlemen say to a bit of entertainment, courtesy of my beautiful Eliza?”

  Trying to hide her grimace, Eliza slipped from the bar stool realising her plan for catching up with that video tonight was well and truly fucked. Provocatively freeing her breasts from her top, she put on a dazzling smile. “What would you like to do first then, boys?”

  SALLY COWERED IN THE corner when the television imploded into itself as it slammed into the wall and she tried not to cry out in terror. She quickly wiped her hand over her face in an attempt to stop vodka dripping from her hair into her eyes.

  Jim had gone berserk. Seeing her spread-eagled waiting for him, instead of falling into her arms with lust, he’d snatched the vodka bottle from her hands and tipped it over her head before smashing it against the wall.

  “How dare you!” he’d screamed. “How dare you take the fucking piss!”

  Take the piss? She hadn’t been taking the piss. What did he mean? She thought he’d like it.

  “Get the fuck off the floor,” Seth screamed, gripping Sally painfully by the wrist and pulling her up into his face. “You want to push me, do you?” he yelled, spittle spraying from his mouth, his eyes wild. “You think doing this,” he waved his arm up and down her naked body, “will make me want you?” Clutching at her hair, he twisted her head painfully to the side.

  “Jim, you’re hurting me!” Sally cried, her hiccupping sobs resounding around the room.

  Seth glared into Sally’s eyes, the hate penetrating into her brain like a knife. “Hurt you? You don’t know the fucking meaning of the word you stupid bitch!”

  Every fibre in Seth’s body was shaking with rage. He thought he could control this total and utter dissolving into chaos these days, but it was obvious he couldn’t and he hated himself for it. And he hated her – this stupid bitch. This slag thought she could replace what he’d lost. No one would be able to replace what he’d lost. No one.

  Sally clutched at the hand that still had a firm grip of her hair. “But Jim, I thought you’d like it. I thought it would please you.” Tears streaked down her face as she looked up into the steely eyes of the man she was so in love with. “Jim, I love you and I want you to love me...”

  Pushing her away roughly Seth stared at Sally with contempt. Stop calling me Jim. I hate Jim. I fucking hate who he is. He is NOT me.

  He picked up the nest of tables and launched them against the wall, laughing as chunks of wood splintered across the room. “You think doing any of this shit will ever make me love you? I’ll never love you!”

  BEN GROANED LOUDLY, his breath coming in heavy gasps as Marie ran her tongue down his chest and traced her hand up his inner thigh. He’d been more than happy to let her tie him to the bedpost, but now his need was becoming unbearable. He was going to come all over himself at this rate.

  When they’d got back to his flat, he’d gone straight in for the kill. Encircling Marie’s waist, he’d kissed her and had been surprised at the passion with which she’d kissed him back. He’d expected it would take a while to get her going being as she acted like the Ice Queen, but he’d been wrong. She’d happily followed him to the bedroom and confidently stripped.

  Ben felt unusually self-conscious as Marie continued tracing her tongue around his nipples, throat and licked a long, slow line down his chest, over his stomach down to stop close to his throbbing cock.

  His hands strained against the ties. “Oh God, Marie. Let me fuck you,” he cried. He’d never felt so desperate to be inside someone in his life.

  Jane stared at him disinterestedly and smiled coldly. She jumped astride him and straddling his body, rested herself against the tip of his pulsing cock.

  Ben pulled at the restraints, pushing up his hips only to rub pointlessly against the small of her back. “Marie, please....” he groaned.

  Sighing, Jane shifted up. “The question is will you be able to make me come Ben? Will you deliver?”

  “Let me, let me...” Ben begged, straining at the wrists. He wanted to put his mouth on her, wanted to taste her, to feel her come on his mouth. He groaned once more, his hips thrusting into nothing. “Marie...” He was going to come. He couldn’t help it.

  Ben almost passed out when she suddenly plunged down on to his rigid shaft. “Oh Jesus, oh fucking Jesus Christ!” he yelled feeling her around him.

  Grinding down, Jane worked him like a machine and smiled hearing him continue to beg as his orgasm flooded him.

  SEVEN

  MAGGIE WAS FINDING IT difficult to concentrate. She usually found it difficult, but it had been harder this past week. She glanced aimlessly at her till, glad it was exceptionally quiet in the supermarket today. She’d never have been able to cope if they’d had a rush on because her head was scrambled.

  She’d have to nip out for a joint during her lunchbreak because she’d been tasked with showing a new girl the ropes this afternoon and she wasn’t looking forward to it. It would probably be someone else who would look down their noses at her – like everyone else did.

  Maggie sighed dejectedly. She could still almost taste the humiliation she’d felt last week after the public bin-off by Ben. She hadn’t seen him since and knew those girls had been laughing at her. That was her all over though wasn’t it? A fucking laughing stock. God, if only Jane were here. She’d know what
to do.

  For a split second she wondered whether it would be worth making enquiries as to when Jane was getting released. It couldn’t be much longer now surely?

  Maggie then reminded herself that Jane had made it very clear she didn’t want anything to do with her and she wasn’t sure whether she could take that rejection from her best friend a second time.

  Noticing the time, Maggie exhaled gratefully. Only ten minutes until lunch. She’d have a smoke to calm herself down a bit. As for what she was going to do about anything else, she couldn’t decide. She hoped things would become clearer after several pints which she was planning on having the second she got out of here.

  SETH LAY BACK AND PULLED on the joint contentedly as he watched the rugby in the spare bedroom at Dan’s flat. He absentmindedly touched the girl’s dark hair that knelt between his legs, before quickly pulling his hand away.

  Shaking his head slightly to clear the vision of Jane from his mind, he concentrated back on the television. For one second he’d thought...

  Seeing Daisy glance up at him, her lips swollen from spending the last half an hour putting her heart and soul into trying to give him pleasure, Seth forced a smile. He didn’t know why she was bothering. She’d never get him to release and would end up feeling a failure, but being as she’d been insistent, he’d just let her get on with it. It was no skin off his nose.

  Nice of Dan not to mind sharing his girlfriend, along with his flat though. Seth smiled once more. He’d felt less stressed since leaving Sally, although a little bad for breaking her heart, but he knew it would come to that eventually.

  When he’d headed towards the front door with his stuff after the stunt she’d pulled, she’d clung desperately to his leg to try and stop him from leaving. Wishing she’d just have an ounce of self-respect, it had taken all of his power not to knee the stupid bitch in the face. The only thing that had stopped him was that she’d have probably been grateful and he couldn’t bear that.

  Feeling his nerves jangling, Seth took a deep breath to try and regulate his escalating heartbeat. He knew Sally didn’t know the score, but that wasn’t the fucking point was it?

  “Am I doing something wrong, Jim?”

  The voice snapped Seth from his thoughts and he forced his attention back to the girl between his legs. “No it’s great sweetheart,” he lied. “I tell you what, come here. It’s your turn now.”

  Pulling Daisy up, he quickly slipped a condom on and turned her over. It wasn’t her fault he’d trained himself to feel nothing, but for trying to please him without any questions, he’d at least give her a good time.

  Hearing her gasp as he pushed into her from behind, Seth placed a hand on the back of her neck, both to hold her steady and to stop her from turning around. He knew she’d try to kiss him if he faced her. They all did and he wouldn’t have it.

  SALLY STEPPED OFF THE bus and nervously glanced up and down the road. According to the information she’d been given the supermarket was somewhere around here.

  She looked once more at the piece of paper in her shaking hands and checked the address again, hoping the bottle of wine she’d necked this morning wouldn’t show in her voice. She’d needed something to steady her nerves. Needed it all the time since Jim had left.

  Walking down the road Sally didn’t know how long she’d last in the flat on her own, or even whether she had the ability to cope with dealing with people any more. It had been so long since she’d had a job and her confidence was at rock bottom.

  One thing was for sure and that was she couldn’t sit around the flat on her own day and night thinking. It was making her ill. She could always return to her house and be done with it, but knew she wouldn’t. Not while there was a chance Jim may return for her.

  She’d wait for ever if she had to.

  JANE PUT THE TELEPHONE down and smiled. Another complaint dealt with. She picked up the next piece of paper from her in-tray and glanced at it before raising her eyes towards the other women in the room. She knew they were staring at her before she’d even looked.

  Seeing them all quickly glance away, Jane smiled inwardly. They weren’t quite sure what to do with themselves now were they?

  Lately there had been lots of hushed mutterings in the canteen which had gone silent each time she’d entered. She knew full well what it was about. Ben.

  The man had undergone a personality transplant. Gone was the arrogance and self-assurance and in its place was an obsessed little boy. She however, had acted completely professionally, never once giving any reason for anyone to think anything had happened between them, whereas Ben had consistently followed her for cigarettes and asked her for drinks after work. Each time she’d declined, but she knew her refusals were paining him.

  Unfortunately for Ben, she had no intention of making the night she’d put him in his place a common occurrence. He was having problems accepting this, but he’d get over it - like all the women he’d played had to do.

  Jane knew Ben’s type and she’d thoroughly enjoyed bringing him from his podium. Watching him beg and plead had been most enjoyable.

  The downside was now he’d developed a fixation with her which was becoming irritating to say the least.

  EIGHT

  AS ELIZA EYED SUE, the size eighteen forty-something woman chewing gum in front of her, she felt her teeth clench.

  The woman had said on the phone that she had a 34 DD chest. Well, if she’d had one once, she certainly didn’t now. At least not from what Eliza could see from the floppy boobs hanging down to the woman’s belly button. Either way, it was hard to tell through her grubby tracksuit top. This was ridiculous. Ernie would have to do something.

  It was all very well expecting her to run and hand pick the girls for the stripping and the specialist extras service, but Crystals would lose what little reputation it had left if he expected people to part with their hard-earned cash to fuck something like this.

  Ok, so Crystals wasn’t the highest-end of joints, but neither was it on the same level as the heroin-addled collection of hookers plying their wares who congregated in the car park at the bottom of the road. It was getting horribly similar though.

  Eliza scowled. When she’d got in with Ernie as his ‘personal favourite’ and orchestrated herself as a permanent fixture in his life, she’d been pleased. She’d been even happier when he’d moved her into his luxury apartment, giving her the responsibility of the rest of the girls.

  Granted, she’d initially had a bit of trouble being as she’d suddenly gone from being one of the girls to their boss, but they’d had to either live with that or get the fuck out. She wasn’t prepared to put up with any shit once she’d landed on her feet. Fuck that.

  The thing was at this rate Crystals would lose money and there was no way on earth she was willing to accept that. She’d become accustomed to this lifestyle and just because Ernie thought he’d got enough money to be slack, she wouldn’t take that risk. Besides, it was embarrassing.

  Eliza hadn’t heard much more from him regarding his involvement in that upmarket club over the other end of town, but she had managed to wheedle a bit more info from Charlie whilst she’d sat on his face.

  Apparently it was a fabulous money spinner and Charlie said Ernie was clueless if he didn’t grab the opportunity. Furthermore she knew if she played her cards right she could move up the ladder in this new gaff to someone with more clout than Ernie, which would bring even more opportunities.

  There was no way she would miss out on that and so she had to make sure Ernie got the message loud and clear. He’d got another meeting with the boys about it tonight – not that he’d mentioned that to her, but she had her sources and she’d be proving to him he needed to up his fucking game.

  Fixing her attention back to the woman who was now looking around the office with a bored expression on her ugly face, Eliza fixed on a smile. “Right, let’s get some promotion shots going for you, shall we?” She gestured towards the sheepskin rug in the corner and pi
cked up a Polaroid camera. “Take your kit off and lie down there.”

  SHELLEY WAS NOT EVEN remotely happy. She didn’t really give a flying fuck whether Natalie felt uncomfortable in the Mitre or not. She needed a drink and this was the nearest place selling alcohol that she was pretty certain Ben wouldn’t be in.

  There was no way she’d go to the wine bars they usually frequented, because no doubt he’d be in one of them with that stuck up cow and she just couldn’t bear to watch him staring at Marie with his tongue hanging out any bloody longer. All week she’d put up with it and she didn’t appreciate the way he’d binned her off.

  She’d no idea what had gone on last Friday with him and that bitch, but whatever it was had certainly changed something. Virtually every Friday night for the last year she’d been the one to give Ben a good time and it been a mutually satisfying arrangement. Or it had been, until last week.

  Shelley had waited so long for him to return to the pub after walking that cow to the taxi rank, she’d been asked to leave because the place was closing. How embarrassing. She’d felt a right idiot.

  Since then Ben had barely given her a second glance. Each time she’d spoken to him at work it seemed his mind was elsewhere. Well fuck him. She wouldn’t bother if that was his attitude. Shelley scowled, making the decision that she wasn’t going to get thrown over in favour of that bitch. She’d soon put a stop to that.

  Feeling a nudge which snapped her from her angry thoughts, Shelley turned to Natalie who was frantically digging her in the ribs. “What?”

  “Isn’t that the bloke you fucked in the toilets last week?” Natalie nodded towards the bar. “There – that one who’s just walked in.”

  Shelley went cold. It was as well. Was this Take-The-Piss-Out-Of-Shelley night? Tipping her wine down her throat she angrily got to her feet.