by Ray Gordon
‘It would be funny if you had this table and she sat where I am. What if the waiter says something to her?’
‘Waiters don’t speak out of turn, Sheena.’
‘Rod, the money and the phone . . . Why did you do it?’
‘Because I like you and I hope to see you again.’
‘Do you think the day will come when we . . .’
‘Don’t think about the future. I hope that we’ll be seeing each other for a long time, but . . .’
‘Just seeing each other?’
‘That’s all we can do, Sheena. My life, my work, Deborah . . . It’s all mapped out.’
‘And I’m not on the map?’
‘You are, but you’re not in the centre of the map. You’re sort of hovering nearby.’
‘OK.’ She sipped her wine and then forced a smile. ‘I might get a little bit closer to the centre one day.’
‘Sheena, I can never . . . Yes, maybe one day.’
Sheena enjoyed the meal, but the time was passing by quickly and she knew that Rod would soon be with the woman he’d planned to marry. Sheena would go back to her bedsit or to the pub, and the dream would be over for another day. She didn’t dare ask Rod whether she could see him the following evening. She knew that she came second to Deborah and she might have to wait several days before Rod took her out again. Once Rod was married, she doubted whether she’d see much of him at all. Of course, if Rod didn’t marry Deborah . . . That was her priority, she thought again. She had to destroy their relationship.
Finally, after leaving the restaurant, Sheena sat in the car beside Rod and thanked him for a lovely evening. He checked his watch before driving her back to her bedsit, and she knew that he was wondering whether he had time for sex. After all, that was all he wanted her for, she mused as he pulled up outside her place. The money, the phone, the meal . . . It was all payment for sex.
‘I’d better get going,’ he said. ‘I’d like to have stayed but . . . Well, you know how it is.’
‘Will you take her to the restaurant?’
‘No, not tonight. The waiter wouldn’t say anything, but I can hardly go back there with another woman. Besides, I haven’t booked a table. I’ll ring you, OK?’
‘OK.’
‘Don’t look so sad, sweetheart. I’ll ring you tomorrow.’
Reaching over and squeezing the crotch of his trousers, she smiled. ‘Will you give her that tonight?’ she asked him.
‘She won’t want that, I can assure you.’
‘I want it,’ she breathed, tugging his zip down and hauling out his flaccid penis.
She leaned over and took his purple knob into her hot mouth, then sucked gently as his cock stiffened. He gasped, holding her head as she took his swollen knob to the back of her throat and sank her teeth gently into his hard shaft. She knew that Deborah wouldn’t suck his cock, and she reckoned that this was a sure way to hang on to him. All the time she gave Rod what Deborah couldn’t or wouldn’t, she’d hang on to him.
Working her wet tongue around the rim of his bulbous cockhead, she wanked his shaft slowly. The longer it took him to come, the longer he’d stay with her, she thought as he trembled and breathed deeply. She’d had a lovely evening with him, and she didn’t want him to leave her. She didn’t want to be cooped up in her bedsit alone while he spent the rest of the evening with another woman. Deborah didn’t deserve Rod, she mused as she licked and sucked on his hard prick.
‘God, I’m coming,’ he groaned as she snaked her tongue over the silky-smooth surface of his engorged knob and ran her hand up and down his firm shaft. ‘Sheena, I – I’m coming.’ As his fresh spunk jetted from his throbbing cock and filled her cheeks, she sucked hard and swallowed repeatedly. She was good at blow-jobs, she reflected. After all, she’d lost count of the men who’d fucked her mouth and spunked down her throat, so she’d had more than enough practice. ‘You’re amazing,’ Rod groaned as she sucked the remnants of his spunk from his deflating knob. ‘You really are a beautiful little slut.’
Sitting upright and licking her sperm-glossed lips as he zipped his trousers, she mulled over his words. You really are a beautiful little slut. That’s all she was to him, she thought sadly as he started the engine. She was nothing more than his little slut, his bit of cunt on the side. He checked his watch and complained about the time, so Sheena left the car without saying a word and closed the door. Watching him drive off, she felt an ache in her heart. The dream was over, for now.
Rather than go up to her room, she walked to the back-street pub, hoping that Nat would be there. She wasn’t going to tell the girl about her evening; she just wanted a friend to get drunk with. Rod would be with Deborah by now, she thought forlornly. He’d be taking her out, spending money on her and . . . It was better to be Rod’s slut on the side than to be the cheated woman, she decided as she pushed the pub door open. Nat was there, sitting alone at their usual table, and Sheena bought two pints of lager and joined her.
‘Where the fuck have you been?’ Nat asked her. ‘And where did you get that dress from?’
‘I bought it,’ Sheena replied. ‘Do you like it?’
‘It’s OK. So, where have you been?’
‘I saw Rod,’ she said softly.
‘And he fucked you?’
‘No, no, he didn’t. We just talked and stuff.’
‘Why didn’t he fuck you? I mean, that’s all he wants you for, so why didn’t he . . .’
‘It’s not like that,’ Sheena cut in angrily. ‘I told you last night, it’s not like that.’
‘Whatever you say. Oh, Tommy was in earlier. He was looking for you.’
‘Did he say why?’
‘He wants to screw you again. I would have obliged, but he only had a tenner so I told him to piss off and have a wank instead.’
‘I don’t know why he don’t do something with his life.’
‘Because he’s like us, babe. He’s a born loser.’
‘He’s not bad-looking, so why don’t he . . .’
‘Sheena, Tommy is a waster. He drinks all day and tries to fuck all night. That’s his life, booze and girls. I dread to think where he gets the cash from.’
‘I think his parents are loaded.’
‘And they give it to him? Fuck me, they must be mad. You see, having money doesn’t change people. If this rich bloke of yours did marry you and you had money, you’d still be a slut like me.’
‘No, I wouldn’t, Nat. I’d get out of this stinking life and do something worthwhile.’
‘Such as?’
‘Well, I’d – I’d have a nice house and make nice meals in my posh kitchen.’
‘Fuck off, Sheena. You’d soon get bored with that and come sneaking in here looking for fun. I wish you’d get it into your thick head. We’re losers, babe, and we always will be. You’ve had a taste of the high life by going to the Castle Club and . . .’
‘I went to that new restaurant with Rod this evening,’ Sheena blurted out. ‘The one down by the river.’
‘He took you there? And he didn’t fuck you afterwards?’
‘There’s more to life than fucking, Nat.’
‘Christ, I never thought I’d hear you say that. You must have had a hundred cocks up your cunt, and you loved every one of them.’
‘People change, Nat.’
‘Yeah, right. Remember this, babe. Once a slut, always a slut.’
‘That’s not true.’
‘OK, so this bloke marries you. What about his family? There’s you, at the reception, getting pissed out of your head and staggering around saying fuck me all the time. Maybe you’d lay off the booze and make out you’re posh and get away with it for a while. But how long before you start swearing in front of his mum or his old man? How long before they see the real you, Sheena?’
Sheena gulped down her beer, then walked up to the bar and bought another pint. She knew Nat was right, but she felt that she had to at least try to drag herself out of the mire and get a decent life. Once
a slut, always a slut. Was that true? she wondered, wishing she’d had a better upbringing. If her father hadn’t been a drunken slob who walked out on her mother, things might have been different, she reflected. She might have gone to school rather than bunking off and . . . It was no good looking back, she decided as she retook her seat.
Grinning as her phone rang, she opened her bag. ‘Hello,’ she said, pressing her new mobile to her ear as Nat stared at her in disbelief.
‘Sheena, it’s me,’ Rod said. ‘I’ve managed to get away for a few minutes.’
‘Hi, Rod. I’m really pleased you phoned.’
‘Are you OK? Only, you went off without saying anything.’
‘Yes, I’m OK. I’m in the pub with a friend.’
‘A boyfriend?’
‘No, no.’
‘I don’t want you giving your little pussy away,’ he said with a chuckle.
‘No, I wouldn’t do that. So, where are you?’
‘I’m . . . I have to go. I’ll call later, if I can.’
‘OK, bye.’ Dropping the phone into her bag, she grinned at Nat. ‘That was Rod,’ she said triumphantly.
‘Where the fuck did you get that phone from? Is it new?’
‘Yes. Rod bought it for me.’
‘Fucking hell, he must really like what you have up your skirt.’
‘Nat, I’ve told you, it’s not like that.’
‘I’m beginning to believe you. So, he took you to the Castle Club, and that new restaurant, and now he’s bought you a mobile phone?’
‘And he gave me two hundred and fifty quid to buy clothes.’
‘What the fuck have you got up your skirt? I don’t know why I’m asking you that, seeing as I’ve licked your pussy out.’
‘People might hear you,’ Sheena whispered, looking around the pub.
‘So, we both like a little bit of lessie sex now and then. What’s wrong with that?’
‘Nothing, but . . . I just don’t want you telling the world about it.’
‘What would Rod say if he found out that we’ve spent many nights licking and . . .’
‘He won’t find out, Nat.’
‘Well, I won’t tell him. I think you might be on to something here, babe. I mean, there’s plenty of cunt around here going for a few quid. The money and things he’s given you . . . He must want more than the odd fuck.’
Sheena hung her head as she recalled Rod’s words. My life, my work, Deborah . . . It’s all mapped out. There was no place on the map for her, she thought as she sipped her beer. Rod’s life was planned, and his plans didn’t include Sheena. But she wasn’t going to give up, she told herself for the umpteenth time. Even Nat was beginning to think differently. As the girl said, there was plenty of cunt around going for a few quid. Why would Rod spend a fortune on Sheena if that was all he was after?
‘Fancy an early night?’ Nat said, breaking Sheena’s reverie.
‘What, you mean . . .’
‘Yes, back at your place.’
‘I don’t know,’ Sheena sighed. ‘My head’s all mixed up now, I don’t know what to think about Rod.’
‘That’s why I’m suggesting we chill out in your bed, Sheena. Come on, finish your drink and I’ll take you to bed and relax you.’
‘OK.’
Leaving the pub with her friend, Sheena decided to forget about Rod for the time being and enjoy a night of lesbian sex. She’d first had sex with Nat when they were at school together. They’d gone back to Sheena’s house and had been playing around on her bed when their hands had begun to roam and their hormones course through their veins. They’d kissed and rubbed between each other’s legs, and a new and exciting side of their relationship had begun. Although Sheena had never considered herself a lesbian, she enjoyed the loving sex she’d found with her best friend.
When they arrived at her bedsit, Sheena poured two glasses of wine as Nat sat on the bed and talked unashamedly about pussy-licking and clit-sucking. Sheena felt her clitoris swell and her juices of arousal flow into the crotch of her tight knickers as she imagined Nat parting her fleshy sex lips and exploring her wet inner folds with her tongue. Sipping her wine, she was about to join her friend on the bed when her phone rang.
‘Hi, Rod,’ she said, holding her phone to her ear and grinning at Nat.
‘Sheena, we need to talk,’ Rod said mysteriously.
‘What, now?’
‘Yes, if that’s all right? Where are you?’
‘Well, I – I’m at home and I have a friend here at the moment.’
‘I’ll pick you up and we’ll go for a drive.’
‘It will have to be quick because . . .’
‘Half an hour, no more.’
‘OK, I’ll wait outside.’
Dropping the phone into her bag, Sheena gazed at Nat. ‘I won’t be long,’ she said.
‘What does he want?’ Nat asked.
‘He wants to talk. You wait here and I’ll be back soon, OK?’
‘OK.’
Sheena left her bedsit and hovered on the pavement outside the house wondering what Rod wanted to talk about. Thinking that it must be important, she wondered whether he was going to dump her. Perhaps he’d decided to call it a day as he was going to be married to Deborah soon and didn’t want Sheena hanging around in the background. When his car pulled up, she opened the door and sat beside him, expecting the worst. She could smell perfume, and she reckoned he’d only just dropped Deborah off.
‘I haven’t got much time,’ she murmured as he drove down the road.
‘Half an hour,’ he said, smiling at her. ‘That’s all I need.’
‘Rod, what’s this all about?’
‘As I said before, Deborah is a prude. I’ve been thinking about you all evening, Sheena. And I want you.’
All he wanted was sex, she thought with a heavy heart. That’s what had been so important, getting his cock into her young pussy and fucking her. But this was her role. She had to be available when he wanted sex; that was obviously the deal he had in mind. The money, the phone, the meal . . . He’d kept his side of the bargain and she had to keep hers. If only Deborah wasn’t around. If only Sheena had met Rod before Deborah had come on to the scene . . .
‘Are you going to dump Deborah?’ she asked him hopefully as he pulled up on the grass by the forest.
‘No, I can’t do that.’ Slipping his hand between her thighs, he kissed her cheek. ‘I want your sweet little pussy,’ he breathed huskily.
‘Rod . . . Have you brought me here just to fuck me?’
‘Yes, of course.’
‘But . . . I was with my friend. I’ve left her alone at my place because I thought you wanted to talk about something important.’
‘I do, Sheena. I want to talk about your wet pussy. Now that’s what I call really important.’
‘So, you dropped Deborah off and . . .’
‘What’s the matter?’ He moved back and stared at her. ‘Don’t you want to be with me?’
‘You know I do. But I don’t want you to go out with her and then come to me for sex because she won’t fuck you.’
‘You’re complicating things,’ he sighed. ‘I wish you’d forget about Deborah and enjoy our times together.’
‘And I wish you’d forget about her and spend more time with me.’
‘Sheena, we’ve been through all this before. As it is, I’m taking a huge risk by going out with you. Don’t make things difficult for me.’
‘What about me? I mean, it’s not exactly easy for me having to . . .’
‘Maybe we should call it off? My brother, Charles, is already suspicious.’
‘What do you mean?’
‘I was talking to him earlier. Someone told him that they’d seen me with a young blonde girl in my car. If he finds out that . . . He’s also a member of the club.’
‘So, we ain’t going to the club again?’
‘It was a mistake to go there, Sheena.’
‘What about the restaurant? Ain�
��t we going there again, neither?’
‘How can we, Sheena? Deborah wants to go there, and Charles wants to take his wife there, so I can’t take you again. Why don’t you slip your knickers off and . . .’
‘I might go to the restaurant by myself,’ she cut in, lifting her firm buttocks clear of the seat and tugging her knickers down. ‘I might even see you there with Deborah.’
‘That wouldn’t be a good idea, Sheena.’
‘I might go to the club, too.’
‘You have to be a member or be taken there as a guest.’
As he slipped his hand between her naked thighs and massaged the fleshy swell of her teenage pussy lips, Sheena reclined in the seat and thought the situation over. She wasn’t a fool – she’d realised from the outset that he only wanted her for sex. But he’d given her money and she reckoned he’d give her more. Was it money he would have spent on Deborah? His fingers delving into the wet heat of her tight vagina, he kissed her succulent lips passionately and drove his tongue into her wet mouth. He was really nice, she reflected as his tongue met hers. But it was obvious that she’d never be anything more than his bit of rough on the side.
‘I need somewhere better to live,’ she said as he opened her blouse and lifted her bra clear of her firm breasts. ‘Rod, I need . . .’
‘How can you move?’ he asked her. ‘You don’t have any money.’
‘You could rent a flat for me.’
‘What? You mean . . .’
‘If you want to fuck me, we’ll need somewhere nice to go.’
‘Sheena, I can’t . . .’
‘That’s what they do in films. The rich married man sets his slut up in a flat so he can fuck her whenever he wants to.’
‘This isn’t a film, Sheena,’ he sighed. ‘I’ll give you money to help you out, but I can’t pay the rent on a flat. I hope you’re not going to start threatening to cause trouble?’
‘I won’t, I promise. But there is one thing I want.’
‘What’s that?’
‘I want to be a member of the Castle Club. Don’t worry, I won’t talk to Charles or . . .’
‘OK, I’ll get you membership and I’ll help you out with cash. But I want you to give me what I want in return.’