The Downfall Series Box Set

by Edie Baylis

  Eliza’s back arched and she let out a loud moan as Chantal deftly parted her legs and began working with her tongue. Charlie desperately wanted to stick his rock-hard cock deep into Chantal’s ripe arse that was teasing him to distraction. He knew that wasn’t part of the arrangement, but by God he wished it fucking was. Freeing himself from his jeans, he gripped his cock in his fist and firmly ran his hand down the shaft.

  Eliza, the stupid bitch was still digging her heels in about working at Crystals and Charlie knew full well Carter was starting to have doubts about his loyalty. It was only a matter of time before the old cunt worked out his loyalties lay with Bill and that he’d been helping to set him up.

  It wasn’t too much of a problem because Carter was as good as finished anyway. It was only a matter of time, therefore it was irrelevant if he got sussed afterwards.

  It also meant very soon he’d be able to drop this ridiculous charade with Eliza because she’d be surplus to requirements too, so he may as well get as much enjoyment as possible from the thick bitch while he could.

  Charlie smiled and pulled his hand harder down his length as Chantal slipped her fingers inside herself, spread wide in front of him and her tongue increased its pace on Eliza.

  That gear had worked wonders in loosening Eliza up and ok, it was at his place rather than Crystals, but there had been no way he’d risk getting his dick out in that germ-infested dump. More importantly, there would be no way in a month of Sunday’s Chantal would have agreed to perform there.

  “I SEE NOT MUCH HAS changed,” Digger grinned as he jumped in the passenger seat of Seth’s car.

  “Everything’s changed Digs,” Seth muttered as he slipped behind the wheel and wiped blood from his hands down his jeans. “Apart from not liking dickheads.”

  They accelerated away towards Digger’s motel, leaving Shelley on her knees in the alleyway trying to stem the blood flowing from Ben’s smashed face.

  TWENTY SIX

  SHEILA SMILED AT MARIE as they sat in the office located over the girls’ dressing rooms at the Glint. It had been just over a week since she’d started her handover and was pleased Bill had gone along with her choice of replacement.

  She’d definitely made the right decision. Marie had picked up the ropes easily and Sheila knew she could soon begin her retirement in peace with a clear conscience. She wouldn’t be leaving Bill in the lurch, or with someone she wasn’t confident could run her side of the club the same way. Give it another couple of weeks and she’d be able to throw in the towel forever.

  In all fairness, she was confident Marie was competent enough to go it alone right now, but Bill had been insistent she hang around at least until the end of the month. It wasn’t because he doubted Marie’s ability - Bill was just as pleased as she was with how Marie had settled into the role, but it was to do with him not wanting her to leave until all this business with Carter had been finished.

  Sheila frowned. Bill was also insistent Marie not be told of the goings on between him and Carter. She’d have to be told the ins and outs eventually and she was sure Marie would easily take it in her stride. He was just looking for excuses for her to stay as long as possible.

  Smiling, she wished she hadn’t been quite so stubborn and married the bloody bloke all those years ago. It didn’t matter anyway. Too late now for regrets.

  Regardless of anything else, Bill was married again and although his wife was a bit of a thick bint she was twenty years younger and drop-dead gorgeous. She couldn’t compete with Teresa. Not these days anyway.

  Shaking her head to rid herself of these inopportune thoughts Sheila realised Marie had asked her something. “Sorry love, what did you say?”

  “I was just asking your opinion of a couple of the girls and their partnership rota. Here, are you ok Sheel?”

  Sheila smiled. “Yes of course I am. I’m fine. Just off on a daydream thinking about all the things I can do once I’ve retired.”

  “You’re too young to be retired!” Jane laughed. She loved Sheila to bits. Loved everything about her – especially her easy-going but no-nonsense attitude. “Hey, if you’re having second thoughts about jacking it off I’ll understand you know.”

  Sheila looked at Marie with an exaggerated expression of disbelief across her face. “You’ve got to be joking! Am I hell! I’ll be out of here as soon as I can. No offence to you of course. I wish you’d been working alongside me years ago!”

  “So do I,” Jane laughed, then realised she hadn’t had the choice to work anywhere for the last five years. A small frown furrowed her forehead and she wished beyond anything she could confide in Sheila about what had gone wrong in her life, but it was out of the question. How on earth could she without having to explain the lot? It was impossible.

  Luckily, Sheila hadn’t asked too many questions about her past and those which had been asked she’d managed to get around by using the normal spiel which rolled off her tongue like it was actually true.

  The thing was it worked both ways and Jane was astute enough to know something was going down– something she was being kept out of. She hadn’t taken offence. At the end of the day it was none of her business right? However, she’d have to be filled in at some point if she were to do her job properly, because she had a sneaking suspicion whatever it was would require her involvement.

  “So what about the rotas?” Sheila questioned.

  Jane smiled. “Just wondered what you thought about putting Chantal on a solo show?”

  Sheila laughed heartily. “Jesus, does that woman not get enough tips as it is?”

  “I think it also has something to do with a guy she’s got the hots for. Wants to put on a show for him. I overheard her talking the other day that she’d been with this guy who comes in here and not only is he drop dead gorgeous, but gave her the best ride of her life!”

  “Chantal thinks anyone that sticks a tenner in her G-string is gorgeous and I’m surprised she can compare who’s the best lay the amount she’d gone through!”

  Jane laughed loudly. “Nah, this one isn’t a punter. Something to do with Bill.”

  Sheila glanced up defensively. She didn’t want any of the girls getting too involved with any of Bill’s guys. That sort of stuff resulted in loose tongues. All of Bill’s men so far had been loyal and although they’d have their times with the girls, they weren’t stupid enough to get involved.

  “I’ll have a word with Bill and make sure he reminds all the boys of his rules and not to get love-struck with these gold-diggers, but it’s your call. Remember Marie, you’re in charge of this gig now – not me.”

  ERNIE WAS NOT HAPPY. In fact he couldn’t have been less happy if he’d tried.

  He scornfully eyed the decanter sitting precariously close to the edge of his drinks cabinet noticing there was only an inch of whisky left. Did he have any more? The answer was he didn’t know, but if he didn’t then one of these useless pieces of shit taking up space in his living room could go and fetch him a new bottle.

  He glared at Matt and then at Pete. Pointless pair of bastards they were. Getting their heads kicked in was one thing, but milking it for fucking weeks afterwards and acting like they were celebrity cripples was another.

  As for Charlie, well he’d spent so much time not here that he’d pretty much needed a search party to get him in for this meeting. Judging by Crystals’ takings over the last couple of months that he’d finally bothered to look at, Charlie must have been spending his time shagging the birds rather than making sure they were plying their wares.

  Ernie had recently started feeling very uncomfortable about that man. Too many things were going wrong and there had to be some connection. He’d even had to involve Brian in this meeting too, which showed how desperate things had become.

  Brian had been one of his doormen for as long as he could remember and had always been loyal, but he had about as many brain cells as a paving slab. Still, what choice did he have? He wasn’t in a good place and needed to rectify it -
like yesterday.

  Rage continued boiling within Ernie and his usual puce-tinted complexion became even redder. God, how sick of it all he was. At this rate he would have to cut back on a personal level soon if he didn’t sort this out. He eyed his Prada shoes and rolled his eyes in annoyance.

  He’d got a fucking tax bill due any day too and at this precise moment in time had no means to pay it. His eyebrows knitted together so tightly he felt like his head would fold in two.

  If it wasn’t for that wank-fucking permatanned old bastard corpse then he wouldn’t be in this position. Granted, he admitted he’d been a bit fly with the cash without properly taking on board the goings on at Crystals, but those pair of tosspots managing to get thirty grand of coke ‘confiscated’ like it was fucking contraband fags at school had seriously buggered up his cash flow.

  Ernie scowled. He hadn’t realised his readies were in such a bad state until all of this had happened. Then as the final insult when he’d lost the coke to that trumped-up wanker, the sly old fox had treated him like a naughty boy. The stupid fucker had grinned at him with his bloody perfect white teeth and almost laughed when he’d demanded his goods back.

  Against his better judgement Ernie had even attempted to be reasonable. Tried to make out he’d ‘misjudged’ the situation and pretended he’d thought Benson had wanted a new supplier.

  It had stuck in his throat having to say he’d taken what was said about sticking with his original suppliers the wrong way. The problem was he knew the slimy twat hadn’t believed a word of it.

  Not sure what else to do and admittedly caught on the hop when he’d been accused of trying to muscle in, Ernie had thought it best to accept the proffered glass of whisky Benson had pushed towards him and tried very hard not to smash the exquisitely-cut crystal glass in the man’s face.

  Then the most ridiculous thing had happened. Benson had offered him his coke back and 20K in exchange for Crystals. His Crystals. Was the man insane? Did the stupid old fart really think that would entice him to hand over his gaff? Had the thick fuck not worked out it was his coke in the first place? Twenty grand for the club? Yeah, right.

  Ernie had laughed, both out of malice and genuine amusement. Shit the bed, Benson must have thought he’d come down in the last fucking shower! He’d made it clear, very clear his poxy offer was a fucking joke and he would not be accepting it under any circumstances.

  Anger bubbled through every pore and nerve ending in his body recalling the sarcastic smile which had spread across Benson’s cragged old face when he’d stood up from the chair, telling him in no uncertain terms he was a wanker and if that’s the way he wanted to play it, then game on. What a fucking liberty.

  Well it stopped right here. The old cunt obviously had a weird concept of who he was messing with and there was no way he’d stand for it.

  Ernie glanced between the faces of the men sitting in front of him patiently waiting to discover what they had been summoned for. Lighting a cigar he smiled, exposing his greying teeth. “Right lads, time to show that stupid old fool that no one turns the Carters over and gets away with it.”

  TWENTY SEVEN

  ELIZA HAD DECIDED TO keep Charlie’s false smile well and truly forced into place by making sure she continued suggesting things for their wedding which she’d been stupid enough to think was genuine.

  There was no way she’d be marrying him now, not that it seemed he’d had any intention of going through with it anyway.

  The stunt he’d pulled the other week had spoken volumes. Admittedly she’d been devastated initially when the knowledge had seeped into her mind, still fluffy from whatever shit he’d plied her with that he didn’t love her the way she’d thought.

  She couldn’t quite believe she’d been so bloody stupid. The fact he’d given her such a cracking time in the sack and opened her mind to real pleasure had clearly fucked with her head enough to confuse it for love. There was no such thing.

  Well straight back at him, she schemed. She’d play him back at his own game. Sure, she’d pretend she hadn’t sussed him out. After all, whilst he was still making her come every night it was worth it for that alone, but as for the rest – well, it would be on her terms from now on.

  Eliza pursed her lips. She would make Charlie sweat until the very last minute. The smirk grew wider on her carefully painted face. She’d have Charlie’s arse for playing with her heart like she’d let no man beforehand do. He would suffer for making her feel stupid.

  No more loved-up disillusionment for her anymore. Or in fact ever again. Fuck him. He’d played her once too often and she was back to looking after number one and number one only.

  The other night Eliza had bumped into Chantal at the beauticians. She’d been long overdue in getting her eyelashes re-tinted and after getting the necessary cash from Charlie, she’d gleefully made her way there. Oh yes, he’d pretended he’d miss her, but she knew better. She could tell he hadn’t been able to wait for her to disappear.

  Surprisingly she didn’t feel uncomfortable in Chantal’s presence even though the one and only time she’d met her, the woman had been buried between her legs. As she’d waited in the chair whilst Chantal had her bikini wax done, she’d chatted freely.

  “Do you know girl,” Chantal said, wincing as the last strip of wax yanked out any trace of hair from her most intimate areas. “You should think about joining the girls at the Glint. It’s great pay and good fun. You’d be brilliant.”

  Eliza flushed feeling her heart rate increase from the compliment. “Oh, I wouldn’t have the confidence,” she lied. “Besides, look at you. You’re gorgeous, plus I’m far too short.”

  Turning her head slightly on the beautician’s couch, Chantal smiled and winked mischievously. “You may be shorter than the rest of us, but you’re hot babe, trust me!”

  Grinning widely, Eliza tried to keep her vanity in check. “Do you think so?”

  “I know so remember?”

  Feeling her face heat further, Eliza stared at her feet. “But do you have to, you know, do the clients?” Was the set up the same as Crystals - a brothel?

  “It’s mainly dancing, you know – poles and stuff. You can do extras but it’s your call how far you want to go. It’s no whore house that’s for sure. It’s run real well with no shit.”

  Eliza nodded. That sounded serious class.

  Nodding to the beautician who had now finished, Chantal jumped from the couch and stood in all her glory in front of Eliza. She propped one leg up on the chair. “Here babe, haven’t got any stray bits left have I?”

  Staring at Chantal’s nether regions six inches from her face, Eliza concentrated her mind and shook her head. “No, you look perfect.”

  “Cheers babe. So will you drop by and talk to the powers that be?” Chantal pulled her knickers on and quickly slipped into her jeans. “There’s a new woman who’s taken over the running from Sheila. This Marie seems nice enough. Straight up and to the point. Furthermore, she’s flexible and happy to listen to suggestions.”

  Eliza frowned inwardly. Charlie had mentioned Sheila was retiring, but it looked like she’d missed the gig if they had already got someone else. Damn...

  Chantal leaned closer. “There’s some gorgeous men there. I don’t just mean the clients, although a lot of them are pretty hot, but there’s this one bloke, phew – he’s one of Bill’s men. Bill owns the gaff, but this new guy, Christ, he gave me the best shag I’ve ever had and trust me, I’ve had a few,” she winked. “Not forgetting the other mega-perks, it’s worth it alone for a night with him! I don’t mind sharing. Actually, if we offered both of us up together he’d probably come in his fucking pants!”

  Eliza smiled. This was sounding better by the minute. “Go on then. Get me an appointment will you?”

  Chantal shook her head. “It doesn’t work that way. Come along at 8.30 tomorrow before the show kicks off and ask Barry on the door if you can have a quick word with Marie or Sheila. Tell him I sent you, yeah?”
r />   Eliza smiled widely. “Ok, I will!”

  Grabbing her bag, Chantal quickly kissed Eliza on the lips. “See you tomorrow then. Watch the show after, alright?”

  Waving as Chantal strode out of the salon on her impossibly long legs, Eliza jumped into the chair and tried to get her racing heart to regulate.

  IT HAD ONLY BEEN BY chance Ben had spotted Marie as she walked down the road. He’d been surprised. He hadn’t ever seen her over this side of town. His first thought was to jump out of the taxi and run up to her, but being as his face was still not completely healed he thought it better to hold back and find out where she was going instead.

  Ok, so his nose would always be a bit crooked now that psycho had bust it, but once he’d got his two new front teeth put in tomorrow he’d look okay again. The temporary false ones the dentist had given him in the interim had made him appear less like someone off the Jeremy Kyle show, but the teeth looked exactly what they were. Fucking false.

  Ben eyed his face in the reflection of the taxi window and scowled. He was starting to look a mess and he didn’t like it. It was all Marie’s fault for fucking his head up. That psycho giving him a clump hadn’t helped either. Not that he could even remember most of that night, but Shelley had said he was jealous and trapping off, so he guessed he’d been lucky he’d only got punched a couple of times.

  As for Shelley – she was getting worse. She’d all but moved into his she was there so much and he was even getting digs at work about when they were getting married! He didn’t think so.

  Even though she let him do what the hell he wanted in the bedroom she was boring him shitless. He’d even fisted her the other night with the sole intention of seeing if it made her cry, but all he’d managed to achieve was making her look slightly uncomfortable.