The Downfall Series Box Set

by Edie Baylis

  Eliza squirmed, feeling the dampness of her knickers as she thought of him. She’d actually almost come for real yesterday during their last session and could hardly believe it. She needed to remember not to confuse her sexual frustration with emotion. She didn’t have feelings and never had. She’d pretend to feel whatever someone wanted her to if they paid her enough, but short of that, everything else was a no-no.

  Upping her massaging of Ernie’s shoulders, she forced herself to look away from Charlie and concentrate on Ernie and the job in hand instead.

  Eyeing the bulge steadily growing in Ernie’s trousers, Eliza smirked. It was time. “I have a surprise for you tonight,” she purred.

  Matt and Pete glanced up and Eliza managed to hide her disgust as Pete ran his tongue hungrily over his misshapen mouth.

  “And what’s that, sweetness? You’re giving us all a treat again?” Ernie smiled, pulling one of her breasts free from her top and squeezing it painfully with his rough hand.

  “No, not tonight,” she smiled, quickly pushing her breast back into her top. “I’ve got a couple of guests waiting in the other room for you.”

  Ernie’s eyes lit up. “Oh yes and who are they?”

  “A couple of new girls who responded to your latest advert,” Eliza smiled. “I think they fit Crystals perfectly.” Oh, she’d better be careful. She didn’t want to come over as sarcastic.

  Catching the quizzical look thrown at her by Charlie, Eliza continued. “I figured in the usual tradition you’d want to try them out to make sure they’re up to your standards.”

  Ernie stood up and hungrily rubbed at his obvious erection. “Good girl,” he smiled kissing Eliza. “Come on boys, let’s go and sample what these ladies have to offer!” He turned to Charlie and grinned. “Not you though. You haven’t earned these extra perks yet!”

  Charlie remained in his seat and watched Eliza wink conspiringly behind Ernie’s back.

  AFTER THE THIRD LINE of coke Jane felt composed enough to re-join society. Flushing the chain, she wiped her hand under her nose and opened the cubicle door.

  “Well look who it isn’t!” Shelley sneered as she walked into the main toilet area.

  Jane glanced uninterestedly at both Shelley and Natalie and continued to the sink. Just ignore them. Don’t rise to it, she chanted silently in her head like a mantra. Don’t bring attention to yourself. Calm.

  “I’m talking to you, Marie!” Shelley spat, coming closer.

  Sighing, Jane turned to face her. “What’s the problem Shelley?”

  “You’re my problem, bitch!”

  Jane looked at Natalie who seemed uncomfortable. “Ok, Shelley. You’re obviously drunk and confused. Let’s forget this, shall we?” Turning away, she reached for the handle of the outer door, but a hand dragged her backwards. Falling painfully against the sink surround, she tried to regain her balance as Shelley squared up to her.

  “You need to get your fucking dirty hands off my Ben,” Shelley screeched.

  Natalie fidgeted nervously. This wasn’t good. Shelley had no claim over Ben. What was she doing? She noticed Marie had unsurprisingly begun to look irritated.

  “What are you talking about?” Jane snorted.

  Pushing herself forward Shelley sneered. “I know what you’re doing, you stuck up cow. Pretending you’re so much better than the rest of us. Thinking your shit don’t stink!” A spray of spittle flew from her mouth as she spat out the words. “Walking into our office all high and fucking mighty, then throwing yourself at Ben. Playing fucking games!”

  Jane raised an eyebrow, a trace of a smile on her lips. She knew she needed to keep her head down, but there was only so much she’d take. “Shut the fuck up Shelley, you’re starting to get on my tits,” she hissed through clenched teeth and turned once more in a final attempt to walk away.

  Undeterred, Shelley pushed forward again. Grabbing Marie she swung her around. “You’re just a fucking whore!” she yelled and raising her fist, punched her in the side of the head.

  Raising her fist again, Shelley didn’t see it coming when she was head butted squarely on the nose. Reeling back in shock and pain, she blindly reached up to her stinging nose which was pouring with blood.

  “Listen you fucking scrubber,” Jane growled with a wild look in her dark eyes. She grasped Shelley hard around the throat with her left hand. “Don’t know what you’re trying to achieve, but I suggest you consider quickly changing your plan.”

  Natalie was frozen in shock and awe watching Marie lay into Shelley. Moving like a panther, she rained punches down faster than the speed of light with her right hand whilst the other remained gripped around her friend’s windpipe.

  As gargling noises began to emanate from Shelley’s mouth and her eyes bulged, Natalie stepped forward. “Marie! Fucking leave it. You’ll kill her!” she said, sounding braver than she felt.

  Jane turned, staring at her with dark burning fire in her eyes and Natalie recoiled quickly. “She wants to learn not to take me on, otherwise I will kill her,” she hissed. It was kind of good being Jane again for once.

  Head-butting Shelley again she relaxed her grip around her throat and smiled as blood from a split in Shelley’s eyebrow ran thickly down her previously perfectly made up face. She yanked Shelley close. “Don’t play games with me, bitch. Wrong person...”

  Shelley was pushed away with force and crashed into the sink surround before slumping to the floor sobbing.

  Natalie knelt and tried to stem the blood still pouring from Shelley’s nose. She then mopped at the deep split across Shelley’s eyebrow, knowing she’d probably need a couple of stitches. Gingerly she glanced up at Marie who was casually washing her hands in the sink. Fuck. Shelley had seriously misjudged this one hadn’t she?

  Turning, Jane glared at the two women. “I trust we now understand each other and that I won’t need to continue making my point? I’ll leave you to get on with your evening.” Smiling coldly she grabbed her handbag and opened the outer door. “See you in the office tomorrow, girls.”

  At the table a fresh vodka was waiting, along with Ben who looked concerned. “Are you ok, Marie? You’ve been ages and I was beginning to worry you’d climbed out of the toilet window to escape me!”

  Jane smiled. She bent over Ben as he sat on the stool and pressed her lips upon his. She grinned inwardly seeing Natalie help Shelley attempt to skirt past unnoticed, staring as Ben pushed his tongue into her mouth.

  ERNIE COULD HARDLY believe his eyes when he walked into what was supposed to be his spare bedroom. Was this a joke? Who the fuck were these tramps?

  He eyed the pair of fat beasts draped over his bed in what he assumed was supposed to be a seductive pose and didn’t attempt to hide the expression of disgust on his face.

  One woman’s blue-veined breasts hung lopsidedly from her skin-tight leopard print all in one. Even though he didn’t want to look, he found his eyes moving down past the many rolls of fat accentuated by the tight spandex to her gusset which was pulled so tight it left nothing to the imagination - apart from whether she shaved or not. From the clumps of pubic hair hanging down either side of the leopard skin lycra, it was clear she didn’t.

  What the fuck was Eliza thinking? Was she taking the rise out of him? Ernie’s shock began to be quickly replaced by anger.

  “Holy fuck!” Pete cried as he eagerly followed Ernie into the room.

  “Hi boys,” crooned Leopard-Print Woman in a voice that sounded like she’d been gargling with razor blades.

  “Who’s coming first then?” the second woman winked. “You can have both of us at the same time, or just one.”

  Matt tailed last into the room and looked at the other woman sporting tasselled nipple clips and a leather thong showcasing her spotty backside. “Think I’ll pass...” he muttered, backing out of the bedroom.

  “Get your things and your dirty arses out of my place immediately!” Ernie barked angrily.

  “You fucking what?” Leopard-Skin Woman scream
ed, scrambling up off the bed, her face reddening with rage.

  “You fucking heard!” Ernie growled. “Pete, get rid of these slappers!” Turning, he left the room. Eliza would sorely regret this stunt.

  ELEVEN

  ELIZA PEERED IN THE mirror in her dressing room and smiled. She eyed the bruising visible on her left cheek. Nothing she couldn’t cover up with foundation.

  The slap Ernie had given her when he’d stormed out of the spare bedroom last night was worth it to ensure her plan worked perfectly. As she’d fallen to the floor in a fit of overdramatised histrionics she’d played the shocked and wronged girlfriend act down to a tee.

  Through her perfectly orchestrated crocodile tears she’d sobbed she hadn’t been taking the piss and she’d genuinely thought those women were the type he wanted to be known for. To cater for the ‘working class’ rather than ‘upmarket.’

  Clinging to Ernie’s leg she’d cried loudly, saying she’d purposefully picked the two prettiest women who had responded to his advert and thought he’d have been pleased. After all, he’d put the advert in that paper, so she hadn’t dreamt of questioning the readership.

  As the other men had stood awkwardly around the room, Eliza had clutched at her reddened cheek with rivulets of mascara running down it and looked up at Ernie. She’d bleated that she’d only wanted to make him happy and she’d thought she’d done what he wanted.

  Obviously her practiced act had worked because eventually Ernie instructed her to clean herself up and go fix herself a drink whilst he spoke to the boys.

  Making a big deal of pretending to walk down the hallway, Eliza listened to the conversation behind the closed door.

  “Well gentlemen, I think it’s quite obvious I’ve been a bit slack with the level of clientele in Crystals and that needs to be revisited. Quickly,” Ernie had said.

  No one had commented on this which made it obvious they all agreed, but wouldn’t have dared say so.

  “Charlie,” Ernie had continued. “You say it’s unknowns who are supplying the coke in the Glint Club?”

  “Yes and certainly no one to worry about. It’s no one from around here and will be easy to overtake. If Benson’s stupid enough to not get suppliers from his own doorstep, then it’ll be easy to convince him we can offer a much better service.”

  Eliza thought Charlie had sounded very confident as she’d pressed her ear against the door. He’d also told her on the sly the woman who ran the girls at the Glint was looking to get out of the business and had an active eye out for a replacement. He reckoned if she played her cards right and got on with the old mare, she’d get offered the job.

  “Charlie, I want you to set up a meet with Bill Benson,” Ernie had boomed.

  Eliza had almost been able to hear the smile in Charlie’s voice. “I’ll get on to it straight away.”

  Looking back in the dressing room mirror, Eliza pushed her chest up from within her camisole and glanced at the new twenty-four carat gold bracelet she’d been presented with this morning as way of an apology. She’d acted suitably grateful by giving Ernie head to show her appreciation for his forgiveness. He’d then happily gone off to round up the boys for the lunchtime meet Charlie had arranged as promised. Meanwhile she’d been left to her own devices for the rest of the afternoon.

  Pleased that she now looked presentable, Eliza opened her dressing room door and made her way down the hallway to the lounge where Charlie was waiting for her.

  STARING AT THE TELEVISION, Shelley couldn’t concentrate. She’d been planning to phone work saying she’d got a bad stomach, but after seeing her face in the stark light of day she’d realised that unless she was planning on having the next two weeks off, then she needed to think of something more believable.

  The butterfly stitches over her eyebrow that she’d had after Natalie insisted on taking her to the hospital and the broken nose with its accompanying black eyes had put paid to that. And those were only the most obvious injuries. She looked like she’d been in a fucking train crash.

  Angrily grabbing her handbag mirror for the umpteenth time in the last hour, she peered back into it as best as she could through her purple swollen eyes. She studied the dried blood still encrusted around her nostrils and the bruises all over her face. Turning her head slightly to one side, she gingerly poked the swelling over her cheekbone and the bruising around her neck. And she’d got a chipped front tooth.

  Adjusting herself in the chair, Shelley groaned in agony. As well as her face, just about everywhere hurt. She looked a right fucking mess and that bitch Marie would pay for this somehow.

  At least she’d get some sympathy being as everyone thought she’d fallen down the stairs. That was the only feasible excuse she’d thought of once Natalie had convinced her not to call the police under any circumstances. Shelley didn’t understand why not. She’d have been more than happy to get that bitch Marie arrested.

  CHARLIE GRABBED ELIZA’S breast and tweaking her nipple, heard her moan loudly. He loved fake tits and these ones were both nicely big and fake. Grabbing her legs, he pushed them up towards her shoulders, enabling him to drive his cock deeper.

  “Oh baby, yes!” Eliza panted, genuinely relishing the feel of him slamming into her.

  Control yourself Charlie, he thought slowing down his pace. He knew the scales had tipped in his favour in this liaison with Eliza. Lately he’d seen glimpses of something behind her eyes and couldn’t believe his luck. If he played his cards right she’d be eating out of his hand and it couldn’t possibly work out any better than that.

  He hadn’t dreamt for one minute the plastic bitch even had feelings, let alone develop some for him, but he could see the signs – even if she was trying to hide them. He was going to fucking milk it and would be on a great little earner if he could pull this one off.

  Resting back on his knees, Charlie began thrusting shallowly enabling him to place his hand where it needed to be.

  “Oh my God!” Eliza cried, her hips bucking. “Charlie?”

  “Shh gorgeous,” Charlie mumbled. “Just go with it.” He upped the speed of his fingers and continued to thrust lightly, careful not to lose his rhythm. He needed to concentrate.

  He’d always known her loud orgasms were fake, but if he could bring her off, she’d love him forever. Well, this time she was going to have a real one even if both his hand and cock fell off.

  Eliza moaned loudly, her breath coming in pants. “Charlie, CHARLIE!” She gripped at his buttocks in jerky movements, her head thrashing from side to side.

  Come on, Charlie thought getting faster and watched as one of Eliza’s false eyelashes detached and stuck to her cheek. Desperately trying not to laugh, he leant down and sucked at one of her nipples.

  Moaning even louder, Eliza’s body began to buck and Charlie smiled inwardly. She was close. Come on, Eliza.

  He hoped he could hold it together until she’d blown her stack and was grateful he’d recently genned up on those porn films. He’d never given a shit whether women came off usually, but fuck, this was a necessity. He had to make her come.

  “That’s right baby,” Charlie encouraged. “Oh God, you’re so gorgeous, I want you so much. Come for me, beautiful. Come for me.” Yeah, yeah. Whatever bullshit pushed her over the edge he’d happily spout.

  Increasing the pressure, Charlie felt Eliza coming up. As her loud moans got faster and shorter, he stoically upped the speed until her back arched, her hips jerking to press harder against his aching fingers.

  When Eliza came loudly and truly in a long scream of his name, Charlie finally let rip, driving his cock as deep as it could go and slammed into her until he released. Wiping sweat off his forehead, he forced himself not to immediately roll off and spark up a fag like he usually would and instead kissed her dry lips and stroked her hair.

  “Oh my God, Charlie,” Eliza gasped as he pulled his now flaccid cock from her trembling body. “That was fucking amazing!”

  Finally getting to spark a fag up, Char
lie smiled. Hallelujah.

  ERNIE SMILED AND EXCHANGED a glance with Matt and Pete. This guy was a fucking push over and putty in their hands.

  He sneered, his haggard face looking more grotesque than usual in the subdued lighting of Bill’s plush office. “I can assure you Bill, you’ll be much better off with us. Not only are we trusted locally, I guarantee after sampling our wares you’ll realise that not only will you be getting a better price, but better quality too.”

  Bill smiled, his once dark hair liberally flecked with grey, but despite his age he was still an attractive man. “I’ll certainly have a good think about it.”

  Ernie’s eyes narrowed slightly, but made a sterling effort to hide his annoyance. “Ok, but you won’t get a better offer,” he said. “And we can’t keep that price for long.”

  Bill raised his eyebrows slightly. Carter was classic. He really didn’t have a clue. “I hear what you’re saying.” He wouldn’t lose his temper. Let the twat think he knew what he was doing. Let him walk in to the trap. “But I’m going to think about it before making a decision. I’ve been with my present suppliers for a good few years now.”

  Ernie could feel his fist start to clench in his lap. If the old bastard didn’t hurry up and do the deal amicably, then he’d just make his choice for him. He was Ernie Carter, not a grocery clerk.

  Forcing a smile he stood up and extended his hand. “Right you are. Not a problem. Shall we come back, say next week to see if you’ve thought a little harder about what we’re offering?”

  Rising from his chesterfield desk chair, Bill shook Ernie’s hand firmly. “Of course.”

  Bill managed to hide his smile as the three men exited his office. He’d call Charlie in tomorrow to let him know what he wanted to happen now with these jerks and then he’d be calling Phil.