The Downfall Series Box Set

by Edie Baylis

  It was only thanks to him Jim was on board in the first place. The bloke should be bloody grateful and certainly more apologetic than he had been about the kicking. All he’d got was a half-laughed ‘sorry mate’ from the smug bastard.

  Charlie cringed. He hadn’t liked to push his luck too much. Especially when he’d been busy moaning and groaning in the back of the van about the injustice of it all and Dan had whispered the bird he’d half-fucked a while back had been Jim’s ex. He wasn’t sure how well that would go down with Jim should he ever learn about it, but decided if that was Dan’s way of telling him to pull his head in, it had worked.

  He hadn’t heard a word from Bill either, but guessed he’d had to keep away for obvious reasons. He’d been more than loyal to Benson and knew he wouldn’t let him down. He’d promised him a good permanent job on the firm after all this hadn’t he? Yeah, he’d definitely sort him out for this one.

  Charlie smiled, then stopped as the pain of moving his facial muscles kicked in. The other thing that was eating him was Eliza. He’d seen her the night of the van incident. She’d been coming out of the Glint. What the fuck she’d been doing there he didn’t know and to top it off, she hadn’t even come to see him either. He frowned. If she’d been up to anything behind his back, he’d rip her fucking teeth out, the plastic slag. Not that he wanted her, but that wasn’t the point. It was the principle.

  DAN LEANT BACK IN THE wooden chair at the Mitre and watched Jim drinking his pint as he casually scanned the bar. He looked at his own drink. He’d better get a move on if he wanted in on the next round. They’d put more than several away since they’d got here an hour ago and were showing no signs of slowing down.

  It hadn’t been hard making the decision to come out for a few rather than staying in babysitting Charlie. It had been bad enough they’d all been cooped up there together for the last day and a half listening to him groan every time he moved. He wasn’t best pleased the man was hiding out at his in the first place, but at least it had finally sunk into Charlie’s head he was to go nowhere.

  If Charlie had been trying to make Jim feel guilty, he’d failed miserably because Jim had been high as a kite since the night of the job. Not just high on the massive amount of coke they’d been putting away over the last two days to alleviate the boredom and to make Charlie’s face - that resembled a slapped haddock less annoying, but just generally high on life. Dan had never seen him so animated. He’d been literally bouncing off the walls and still was.

  “Another one?” Seth asked, finishing the remains of his pint.

  Dan smiled and nodded, trying to ignore most of the women’s eyes in the room were upon Jim as he walked confidently towards the bar.

  Dan frowned. He was still none the wiser about who that guy was who’d showed up the other week. The one Maggie’s mate had been shrieking about. He’d tried to touch on it with Jim, but the subject had been immediately changed.

  Jim was like a closed book. And the more he thought about it, the more he wanted to know.

  Dan sighed. He classed himself as being quite good at reading people, but admitted he’d drawn a definite blank with Jim. Maybe he’d never know. It was quite obvious there was a huge part of the guy he kept well and truly to himself.

  Seeing Jim walk back to the table with two fresh pints in his hands, Dan smiled. “How much gear have we got left?”

  Seth winked as he placed himself down heavily on the stool and loosened his collar. “Don’t worry. It’s all in hand. I don’t mind telling you I’m going to need more than a few more pints before I can face going back to put up with that miserable bastard again.”

  Dan laughed and had to wholeheartedly agree.

  THIRTY ONE

  CHARLIE HAD BEEN ALMOST asleep when the sound of the door banging shook him from his drunken stupor. He staggered unsteadily towards it, remembering to double check who it was before opening it. He peered through the spyhole. Eliza. What the fuck was she doing here?

  He considered creeping back into the lounge and finishing off the small amount of rum he’d got left, but then realised he was supposed to be maintaining the façade of wanting her - at least until he heard differently.

  He needed to remember that he was very much in limbo and was loathe to making any decisions until he found out what his position was.

  Squinting at a different angle through the spy hole, Charlie’s face broke into a wide grin when he spotted Chantal standing to the left of Eliza. Now that was more like it.

  “Hi honey,” Eliza said when Charlie opened the door. She stepped over the threshold, surprised at how well she’d managed to keep the contempt from her voice. The trip she’d shared with Chantal on the way over was kicking in nicely and giving everything nice glowy edges. Even this two-faced bastard.

  “Eliza,” Charlie slurred, attempting to kiss her on the cheek. “How did you know I was here?” His eyes lingered on Chantal’s chest as she followed Eliza into the hall.

  “We thought you could perhaps do with a little cheering up?” Chantal smiled, wandering into the kitchen looking for something to drink. “Eliza thought you may like it even more to invite me. Like last time, yeah? Aren’t you a lucky boy having such a considerate woman.”

  Eliza smiled at Chantal’s words. Lucky? Yeah he was more than lucky, but not for much longer.

  “Eliza,” Charlie muttered, thinking he’d better get an excuse in before she started on him and forced himself not to grill her about being at the Glint. “I’m sorry I haven’t been in touch. It’s been a bit difficult. I can explain.”

  “There’s no need,” Eliza purred. Turning it on like a light, she palmed her hand across Charlie’s groin. “How are you feeling?”

  “Sore,” Charlie muttered.

  “I know you’ve had a bad time, so just sit back and relax yes?”

  Charlie was gobsmacked. This was a turn up for the books. Grinning, he staggered off towards the bedroom. “Right girls,” he slurred. “Let’s get this show on the road.”

  Eliza scowled and glanced at Chantal. She didn’t feel like going anywhere near Charlie, although she knew she’d have to if she was to deliver what was needed.

  “Leave it to me,” Chantal mouthed behind Charlie’s back as he clung unsteadily to the bannister and they followed him up the stairs.

  BY THE TIME DAN AND Seth returned to the house they were both steaming drunk and totally wired. Seth was even more erratic than previously and Dan had been surprised they’d even made it home after the speed at which he’d been driving.

  “Maybe the miserable bastard has passed out by now,” Seth muttered as they weaved their way up the path.

  Dan burst out laughing. In the end he’d had a great evening once he’d stopped stressing about everything.

  Shutting the front door behind them, Seth walked to the fridge and grabbed two cans of beer. Tossing one of the cans to Dan, he smiled. “So far, so good.”

  Hearing loud giggling from upstairs, Dan frowned. “You were saying? Fuck me, he’s got a woman up there by the sounds of it. How the hell did he manage that?”

  Seth swigged greedily from the can and quickly set two lines of coke up on the worktop. “Fuck knows, but let’s have these and then go and join in shall we?”

  ELIZA WAS FEELING BLISSFUL. The trip was well and truly underway and her mind reeled from one pulsating sensation to another in bright colours and glowing halos. She felt like there were a thousand soft fluffy fingers stroking every piece of her skin and setting alight every nerve ended she owned.

  She moaned loudly as another flood of pleasure rushed from between her thighs to her brain. One hand clutched at the sheets on which she lay and the other entangled in Chantal’s hair. She could feel each individual strand like spun silken threads. Her hips moved independently of her control as her pelvis rocked in rhythm with Chantal’s probing tongue.

  Looking around the swirling room of colours, Eliza’s eyes rested on Charlie. He was sitting in a chair to the left of the bed, h
is half-closed eyes fixated on the two of them. His hand was moving steadily up and down his cock and she could hear his rasping breathing so loudly, it sounded like he was inside her ears.

  She tried to focus, but couldn’t quite manage it. There were still four copies of him. She ran her fingers over her hard nipples and moaned loudly feeling her climax building.

  “Mind if we come in?” Dan grinned, pushing the bedroom door open. He eyed the two women on the bed and from what he could see, this was even better than he’d imagined.

  As Eliza climaxed noisily, her eyes closed in a state of tripped-out ecstasy, Chantal pushed herself up onto her haunches, her stoned eyes bright. She smiled seeing Jim leaning casually against the wall. “Jim!” she exclaimed. She got off the bed and stumbled happily over to him. “Fancy some fun?”

  Dan eyed Chantal’s small waist, large bouncy breasts and scowled. Was this a piss-take? Was he fucking invisible? His good mood evaporated at the rate of knots. Fuck this. There was only so many times he could take being ignored.

  Glaring nastily at both Jim and Chantal, he turned on his heel and stumbled out of the door. He was going to go and find Maggie. At least she appreciated him.

  Seth smiled lazily. By his own admission for once he was in a great mood. He’d almost managed to function without his mind being locked in the past and felt alive for the first time in a very long time. Dabbling back into what he knew best during that job the other night had awakened what had been lying dormant in him for so long and had got his adrenaline running again.

  He took in a rather sharp intake of breath as another coke-induced rush pounded through him and he began unbuttoning his shirt.

  ELIZA WAS ZONED OUT, allowing the continuous swirls and waves of hallucinogens to continue their path through her mind. She was quite enjoying the sensation of the bed moving beneath her of its own accord. She tried to rein in her spinning mind as she heard Chantal moaning in rhythmic bursts.

  Eliza focused on the sounds she could hear around her. Managing to open her eyes slightly, she saw Charlie still sitting on the chair and fixed her gaze on the glistening fluid coating his naked thighs. She watched him pulling at his cock again to coax it back to life and smiled. If only she could cope with moving, she’d go and take him into her mouth. He’d like that.

  She stared in fascination as Charlie’s cock gradually swelled in his hand. It reminded her of time-lapse film of fungi fruiting in a woodland. The vivid picture in her mind brought an unexpected flash back from the past of a clearing in a wood. The sound of insects and a ceremony taking place. The swapping of blood. The smell of the earth....

  Hearing Chantal moan louder, Eliza became aware of the bed moving in increasingly faster shakes.

  “Jim, Jim!” Chantal gasped, her voice desperate with need.

  Eliza didn’t know who was fucking Chantal, but he seemed to be doing a good job. She hadn’t the energy or the ability to turn her head but managed to splay her fingertips out, touching hard flesh. Muscles.

  Her mind spun off once more, imaging the man busy pumping into Chantal was pumping into her instead. Through the red swirling clouds in her mind, Eliza felt the tension of arousal begin to throb again between her thighs. She wanted to touch herself, wanted Chantal to touch her, wanted the man she could feel next to her to touch her. She even wanted Charlie to touch her.

  Eliza groaned softly. She needed to come again but was too blitzed to move. With immense effort, she guided her hand between her legs.

  CHARLIE WATCHED JIM bring Chantal up for the third time and felt the need to go and shoot his load all over Eliza’s face. He could see she was desperately horny and despite himself, wanted to bring her to the brink and then purposefully leave her gasping just to annoy her. This thought turned him on further.

  It had pissed him off that thanks to the state of his ribs, he’d been forced to be a spectator, but admitted he wouldn’t have been able to hack it tonight. However, he’d had a surprisingly gratifying time just from watching.

  Charlie studied Jim again, his eyes running over the man’s physique. His back and abdomen rippled with muscle and his arms were more than defined. He was like a finely sculpted statue and obviously knew how to work every single one of those muscles. He made the decision then and there that when his ribs were in better shape he’d tone himself up.

  Seeing Chantal’s inflated breasts straining their erect nipples skywards whilst Jim pounded between her spread thighs, Charlie pulled his hand down his length harder and happily watched her back arch as she started to climax.

  Spent and replete, Chantal smiled at Jim whilst she caught her breath. She reached for the bottle of wine on the bedside table and took a gulp of it to quench her dry throat. “That was good honey. Real good.”

  She watched Jim pull the usual empty condom of his still rigid cock. She’d never bothered questioning why he never got off. That was his problem. It was certainly not hers. The opposite if anything.

  “Glad to be of service,” Seth laughed and fished a new wrap of coke from his jeans that he’d folded over the back of a chair.

  Chantal turned towards Eliza who was staring dreamily into space, still lightly rubbing herself. She traced her fingernail around Eliza’s nipple and laughed as she cried out with need. “Jim, do you fancy pleasuring my friend? Seems unfair when you’ve still got more to give.”

  Seth glanced over to the woman lying with her back to him and laughed. “Sure.”

  Chantal laughed. “Eliza, do you want a go with Jim? I guarantee he’ll make you come.”

  “Mmm, God, yes!” Eliza gasped and gathered together the effort needed to turn over.

  All she managed to glimpse before she was flipped onto her face was a well-muscled torso and large cock that only served to heighten her arousal. It was exciting she hadn’t seen the face of the man who was about to fuck her.

  Quickly slipping on a fresh condom, Seth held the woman beneath him firmly by the back of her neck, his other hand lifting her hips so she was resting on her knees. He eyed what he could see of her body and shrugged. Not bad. He’d never done a redhead before. That’s if she was naturally red. No matter. He didn’t care either way - it was irrelevant.

  Feeling the coke continue to pound through his veins, Seth pushed into her quickly and started a fast driving pace.

  With her head held down onto the pillow, Eliza gasped as the stranger’s cock filled her. He quickly adjusted the position of her hips and she cried out, feeling bursts of pleasure with every thrust.

  She wanted to buck her hips against this man. Wanted to pull him deeper. Wanted to see his face. Wanted to run her hands over the muscles on his stomach. To feel his tongue in her mouth, but she couldn’t move.

  Noticing the woman trying to turn over, Seth tightened his hold and pushed her further into the pillow. “Keep still,” he growled, rotating his hips teasingly.

  Eliza’s throat became unbearably dry as she panted uncontrollably into the cotton of the pillowcase, her hands grasping at the sheet covering the mattress.

  Her hips were pulled higher once more whilst the rest of her remained pushed down into the bed. “Oh my GOD!” she wailed, her nerve endings on fire and her legs trembling as she was fucked with precision.

  She could feel wetness from her own juices down the inside of her thighs as the pace got faster and faster and started pushing against the man’s driving pelvis.

  “Stay still, I said,” Seth muttered, slowing the pace and lengthening his thrusts to a slow, drawn out pull.

  Eliza attempted to move her head, arch her back, anything to try and relieve the unbearable torment she was in as the man kept her just at the point of release. “Please!” she screamed, feeling one of her false nails snap off as she blindly groped at the mattress. “I need, I need....”

  “Be quiet!” Seth whispered and slowed to a stop before accelerating to fast, deep thrusts once more.

  Colours exploded in Eliza’s mind as she climaxed in never-before hard-core pleasure. Her
whole body jerked as the orgasm pounded through every fibre of her being. Almost howling in ecstasy, she could hardly breathe, her body on fire.

  From the chair, even though Chantal was doing a very good job of giving him head, Charlie couldn’t help feeling slightly miffed as he watched Eliza writhing like an animal below Jim.

  Although he himself had been the one to awaken her to sexual pleasure and given her the first orgasm, he’d never had that effect on her and as Eliza started to come up for the second time, he casually tried to see if he could glean any tips as to what Jim could be doing differently to what he did.

  Charlie pushed Chantal’s head down further on to his cock. “Come on girl, I need more deep throat,” he snapped.

  Seth could sense the woman was on the verge of passing out after the run of several intense orgasms in succession. Pulling out, he whipped the empty condom off and casually walked over to the dressing table. Grabbing another beer he flopped down in a chair and cracked the can open.

  With effort, Eliza turned onto her back and pushed her auburn hair away which had tangled itself in to a matted mess over her face. Her legs were still trembling like jelly. My God. Chantal was right. That Jim was something else in the sack.

  Deciding she’d most definitely have to have a repeat performance with the man, she propped herself up on her elbows and tried to clear the swirling fog still clouding her brain.

  She frowned as her line of vision passed by Charlie, who by the looks of it was just about to blow his stack into Chantal’s mouth and tried to focus on the other figure leaning back in the second chair.

  Eliza squinted her eyes tighter as she took in Jim’s well-muscled frame and handsome face. He sure was a nice looker which made a nice change.

  Fully focusing on the man’s features, a rush of cold ran over her. No. It couldn’t be could it? Was that SETH...?