Beth glared at him. “I’ve dreamed of doing that for so long, Dante-foulmouthed-Rata. I also want an apology from you, you insulting prick.”
Dante blinked, not sure if his mind was playing with him or whether Beth was really standing in front of him, because fuck, she looked real.
Beth placed a hand on her hip. “Well, I’m waiting.”
Dante looked behind her at a group of women watching them, one of the chicks yelling out, “You go, girl! Give it to him!”
He refocused on Beth. “Sorry,” he said, barely getting it out.
A smile pulled at her brightly painted red lips. “About time,” she said, puffing out her chest.
Dante’s eyes dropped to it, staring at the tight blue material stretched across the bulbous mounds, thinking Beth didn’t have big tits, hers a lot smaller.
She cupped his chin, lifting it up so he focused on her face. “You like my tits now, do ya? Before you thought I was a male with a fake boob job.”
He shook his head. “I wouldn’t say that, you’re beautiful.”
Looking surprised, she let go of his face. “Why are you being nice? You thought I was ugly the last time we spoke.”
“If I thought you were ugly, would I do this?” He pushed off the barstool and grabbed her face, planting his lips against hers, giving her the kiss of a lifetime. Several seconds later, he pulled back.
Beth wobbled on her stilettos, looking momentarily stunned, then a huge smile lit up her face. “Well, I like this Dante Rata much better than the one I saw in Claydon.” She leaned in closer to him. “Or is this change of heart ’cause you need cash?”
“I always need cash.”
She raised her eyebrows. “And you want me to rectify that?”
“You bein’ here is enough for me.”
Grinning from ear to ear, she wrapped her arms around his waist, her hands going to his arse. “You really are on fire tonight. Though, you shouldn’t drink so much, ’cause it’s unprofessional.” She gave his arse a squeeze. “So, how much will it cost to get you home? Will four hundred do?”
“Four hundred?”
She pouted. “Okay, five, but I can’t afford more than that, so please say yes. Plus, you were really mean to me the last time. You could at least gimme a break.”
Dante’s mind went to their break up. “I wuz mad. If I hadn’t been, I wouldn’t have said those things to you.”
Her smile reappeared. “I forgive you.”
“You do?”
“I sure do, gorgeous.” She ran her hand over his cock, giving him a cheeky smile. “But you still needa make it up to me by taking me to heaven.”
“I don’t want you in Heaven, I want you right ’ere with me.”
She giggled. “You’re a right charmer when you wanna be, but it’s not your charm I’m after.” She ran a hand over his cock again. “How ’bout we head to my house?”
“I’d rather take you to mine.”
“Nope, I’m paying, so you go where I say, plus I wanna make sure we don’t have any distractions.”
“Okay.” He placed an arm around her shoulders. “I don’t even care if I see your cousin; I just wanna be with you.”
“Which cousin?”
“Josie,” he slurred.
“Looks like the booze is talking. It doesn’t bother me—as long as you make me happy.”
“I will. I won’t upset you again.”
“Yes, you hurt my feelings real bad last time. You were a right arsehole.”
“I know, and again, I’m sorry. Please lemme make it up to you.”
She laughed. “With a face and body like yours, and words like that, I accept your apology, and I’m definitely looking forward to whatever you have planned.” She glanced over her shoulder and waved.
The same group of women were still staring at them. One of them called out, “Give him one from me, you lucky bitch,” while the others made whooping and whistling sounds, reminding him of the women at the nightclub he’d stripped at when he was nineteen.
Beth yanked him forward, steering him through the main doorway and around the back of the pub, helping him into a car he didn’t recognise. “Didja get a new car?” he asked, slumping into the front passenger seat.
“No, I’ve had this one for ages, and how do ya know what I drive?” she asked, doing his seatbelt up.
He closed his eyes, feeling sleepy. “You have a pink bug not a blue Nissan.”
She didn’t answer him, instead closing the door.
Dante leaned his head against the window, passing out within seconds.
***
“Wake up, Dante.”
He opened his eyes and smiled up at Beth from the front passenger seat. She leaned in through the door, unbuckling his seatbelt. She always picked him up when he drank too much. It didn’t matter what time it was, she would drop whatever she was doing and come out for him. He loved that about her. She cared for him, wanted to make sure he was safe, no matter how much trouble he caused her. It made him feel loved. Wanted. Happy.
She grabbed his wrists and tugged on them. “Out, gorgeous.”
He pushed out of the car and stumbled, his legs wobbly. She placed an arm around his waist and helped him to the front door of a house he didn’t recognise. It looked like one of those leaky buildings, with its smooth surfaces and flat roof. He glanced over his shoulder, wondering whether he was in Botany Downs, the place giving off a middleclass vibe, the pretty trees lining the other side of the street buffeting the noise from the main road.
“You moved?” he asked, hoping he didn’t have to see her cousin.
“Yes, last week. You seem to know a lot about me.” She giggled. “Are you stalking me?”
“No, I don’t recognise this house.”
“Okay.” She leaned him against the wall and opened the front door, guiding him inside. He stumbled over a rug, Beth steadying him again. She steered him down a thin passageway and into a large bathroom, its white tub and pale blue walls pristine clean.
She leaned him against the wall again. “I know I said it before, but you really shouldn’t drink so much; it can’t be good for business. If I didn’t know you, I wouldn’t have realised you were on the prowl.”
Dante didn’t understand what she was talking about—didn’t care either, just was happy she was taking care of him.
She slipped off his jacket and grabbed the bottom of his shirt. “Lift your arms up.” He did as he was told, what she was doing familiar, like old times, before they’d gotten together, before all the arguing had started. She would often undress him and put him to bed, making sure he was safe before leaving.
She removed his shirt, throwing it aside. “You have the most gorgeous body.” She ran her hands over his tattoos. “So yummy.” She squeezed his biceps. “You are such a scrumptious man, pure sex.” Her fingers moved to his belt, quickly unbuckling it. She unzipped him and lowered herself to the floor, taking his pants with her. He stepped out of them, now naked before her, Dante having gone commando. She rose up, brushing a hand over his cock. He leaned forward, wanting to kiss her, his mind a haze of happiness.
She stepped back. “Not before you clean yourself, smelly.” She pushed him towards the sink, and handed him a toothbrush. “Brush your teeth while I get the bath ready.”
He stared down at the bristles, their edges blurring. He laughed, thinking they looked funny. She took it off him and squeezed some toothpaste onto it. “Brush your teeth,” she repeated, handing it back.
He started brushing his teeth, his eyes going to the mirror in front of him. A bearded man with messy black hair stared back at him, the waves partially covering his eyebrows and a dark green, almost black tattoo around his left eye.
Bored with his face, he spat the toothpaste into the sink and leaned over to rinse his mouth out. He jumped as a hand ran over his arse. He spun around, finding Beth standing naked before him, her body voluptuous. He stared at her huge tits, confused again, knowing Beth had small perky ones, her
body much slimmer. Maybe she’d put on some weight from the pregnancy. He didn’t think so, because her belly was small, which confused him even more.
She took hold of his hand and directed him over to the bathtub, telling him to get in. Not wanting to think anymore, he lowered himself into the water, its warmth enveloping his aching body. Beth started cleaning him. He leaned back, enjoying being washed, the warm bath and the touch of her hand luring him into sleep.
“Dante, wake up!”
He jolted awake, coughing and spluttering as water filled his mouth. He spat it out and stood up. Beth helped him out of the tub, sitting him down on the corner of the bath. She held her hand out for a moment, looking like she thought he was going to fall over. When he didn’t move, she grabbed a towel and started drying his hair, being a bit rough.
“Stop,” he slurred, swatting at her hands. “Head hurts.”
“That’s your fault for drinking too much.”
“You always lecture me.”
She lowered the towel to his chest. “No, I don’t.”
“You do so, but you’re usually right.”
She laughed. “You’re drunker than a skunk.” She threw the towel to the side and grabbed his hands. “Up!”
He pushed up, allowing her to lead him out of the bathroom and into a bedroom. She pushed him towards a large bed. He tripped and fell backwards onto the mattress.
She grinned down at him. “You’re definitely worth blowing my rent money on.”
“Rent money?”
“We’ll talk ’bout it later.” She leaned down and kissed his lips.
Reaching up, he took hold of her head and pushed his tongue inside of her mouth, revelling in being with her, his love for Beth always there. His mind went to Kara, someone he also loved, but had neglected, telling her he couldn’t have a relationship right now, if ever, his pain over Beth’s accident too much to move on from. But Beth was here ... safe ... and kissing him, making him happy once more, the past few hellish months gone in an instant.
Beth broke the kiss and grabbed a condom packet off the bedside cabinet. She ripped it open and rolled the condom over his hard cock.
“I don’t wear condoms with you,” he said.
“Well, I don’t wanna catch an STD, which I’d be risking with your rep.”
“My rep?”
“Stop talking, I’m not paying for it.”
“Paying?”
She planted her lips on his again, making him forget about what he’d asked. After a few minutes, she broke the kiss and climbed onto him, placing his cock at her entrance. Smiling down at him, she pushed it inside of her. Dante groaned, loving the feeling of her warm, wet pussy. He placed his hands on her hips as she rode him, her big breasts bouncing ... too big. Again, his mind tripped up over itself, trying to understand how Beth’s small, perky breasts had become so large. He reached up and cupped them. They were harder than they should be, unnatural.
She leaned down and positioned one over his mouth. “Suck on my tit, Dante.”
Without thought, he sucked it into his mouth, his mind telling him not to think, just to feel, the latter better, because the first brought nothing but pain. He moved his mouth to her other tit, sucking on it too, getting lost in the moment, the feel of her hard nipple making him want to—
She squealed and pulled away from his mouth. “You bit me!”
He grinned. “Yeah, you love me biting your nipples.”
“Not that hard!”
He flicked his tongue out. “Lemme lick it better.”
“No, I’d rather kiss you. It’s safer.”
She leaned over and latched onto his lips again, pushing her tongue inside of his mouth as though it was laced with cocaine, being rougher than she normally was. Liking it, he grabbed her arse and started moving her up and down his cock, making it feel so damn good. She broke the kiss and took over, riding his cock hard, the sounds she was making almost animalistic. She began babbling his name, complimenting him, saying she’d wanted him for so long, her words mixed in with panting and grunting, a mixture of desperation and pleasure twisting her features. Then she was crying out, coming on top of him, her pussy tightening around his cock, squeezing the fuck out of it. She shuddered, then cried out one more time, before flopping onto him.
As she recovered, Dante ran a hand over her long black hair, murmuring he loved her. In the blink of an eye, it changed to blonde. Thinking he must be tripping, he closed his eyes and reopened them, but her hair was still blonde. She sat up, her face morphing before his eyes, her fine features now coarse and covered with makeup. He squeezed his eyes shut, willing her to change back, then reopened them. He let out a shout of relief at the sight of Beth sitting on top of him.
“Why didja shout yes?” she asked, getting off his cock.
“You changed, but now you’re back.”
“Looks like the booze is talking again. Or didja take something else?”
“Some acid.”
“God, I’m surprised you can even get it up with all that shit in your system.” She removed his condom. “Just lucky for me you can, ’cause that orgasm...” she smiled, “I definitely want more like that one. Is the price just for one fuck or can I have you for the whole night? Personally, I think it should be the whole night, considering five hundred is a shitload of money, plus you seemed to be having fun, so we should keep going.”
“What are you on about?” he asked, her words not making sense, plus she was talking too fast, his tired mind only catching half of it.
“Forget about it, you can’t leave anyway, ’cause you’re far too off your face to go anywhere.” She opened the side cabinet and pulled out a bunch of dollars, placing it on top. “Just so you know I have it.” She climbed back onto him. “Now, time for you to get back to work, gorgeous.” She started kissing and feeling him all over.
Dante’s eyelids fell shut, the booze making it impossible to keep them open. He heard Beth say something, but it was muted, his mind lulling him towards sleep. She moved down his body and wrapped her lips around his cock, making his eyes shoot open, all ideas of sleep instantly gone.
Then she was rolling another condom on him. Within seconds, she was back on top, pushing his cock inside of her warm, wet cunt. He watched as she rode him, thinking she was never this insatiable. Beth liked sex, but she didn’t keep going like an Energizer Bunny, bouncing on his cock as though it was a battery. It seemed to go on forever, exhausting him even more, then she was finally coming, shouting out his name. Her voice sounded off, too high to be Beth, but he no longer cared, sleep finally taking him.
***
Hands massaged his body, waking him up. He opened his eyes, quickly shutting them again, the light hurting them. He moaned, his head also hurting like a motherfucker.
The massage stopped, then someone climbed onto his back and lay down on him. They started rubbing their body against his while kissing his neck, their weight bearing down on him.
Dante’s eyes shot open, panic gripping him. He turned over fast, needing to get the weight off him. A female cried out and fell off the bed. Dante looked over the side, seeing a blonde, naked woman getting up off the floor.
“What the hell was that for?” she snapped. “You didn’t have to push me off.”
Confused, he looked around the room, certain Beth had taken him home last night, the memory of making love to her still clear in his mind. When he couldn’t find her, his gaze dropped to his naked body, remembering Beth washing it.
The blonde smacked his leg. “Hey! Don’t ignore me.”
He pushed away from her, banging into the headboard. “Don’t touch me!” he yelled, not understanding what the fuck was going on, his mind a confused blur of thoughts and images: of blonde and black hair, of big and small tits, everything morphing together. The panic started to well up inside of him again, making it hard to breathe.
“Are you all right, Dante?”
He shook his head. “Where’s Beth?”
“I d
on’t know anyone by that name.”
“But she brought me ’ere.”
The blonde exhaled loudly. “You’re tripping again. Just lie back down, it’ll pass.”
“No, I needa find Beth. Where are my clothes?”
“In the bathroom.”
He jumped off the bed and went for the door.
She shot in front of him, blocking his way. “Don’t leave, it’s not morning yet, and considering how much I’m paying you, you could at least gimme one more fuck.”
His eyes widened. “I’m not a fuckin’ whore!”
She jolted back. “You don’t have to shout, and if you have sex for money, then you’re a whore, no matter how you paint it.”
“Go fuck yourself; I don’t want your money.”
“Then why didja accept it? Plus, everyone says you’re a whore. Not only that, I saw you leave with a gay-looking Asian guy a few months back at Claydon pub. He looked rich, too rich to be hanging out in Claydon.”
The memory of that night returned, of Jade propositioning him for sex as well as a blonde woman. His gaze zeroed in on the blonde’s pencil-thin eyebrows, then lowered to her fake tits, remembering her now. “You’re that bitch that insulted me. What the hell am I doin’ in your house?” He glanced down at his own body. “And why am I naked?”
“Duh, we had sex—twice, and you insulted me too, so we’re even.”
He shook his head vigorously “No, I had sex with Beth. She brought me ’ere.”
The blonde grimaced. “So, you only fucked me ’cause you thought I was someone else?”
His eyes went to her hair, remembering Beth’s black locks turning to blonde. He nodded, the realisation that he hadn’t been with Beth at all finally hitting home. Unable to handle it, he pushed past the blonde and went for the door, rushing into the passageway, looking for the bathroom. He stopped inside a doorway, spotting his clothes lying on the tiled floor. He grabbed his pants and pulled them on, along with his shirt and jacket. He turned to leave, the woman blocking his way once more.
“I should feel insulted,” she said, “but I’m just relieved you don’t want my rent money. So, stay for breakfast, I cook a mean fry up.”
“No, I needa see Beth, I hafta explain I thought you were her...” he petered off, his mind going to the day before: to the hospital visit, to kissing Beth’s mother, to selling the acid tabs so he could spend the money on drink after drink... His mind returned to the hospital visit again, seeing Beth lying on the bed, her pregnant belly large, almost obscene against her frail body. She was going to die and he couldn’t do a thing to stop it.
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