by Ray Gordon
‘It’s a deal,’ she said happily.
Sheena knew that she’d never get anywhere by sitting in the back-street pub every evening. But if she went to the Castle Club she’d meet a better class of people, people with money. Giggling inwardly as she thought about taking Nat to the club, she imagined her friend calling the barman a cunt. It was best to keep Nat well away from the club, she decided as Rod unzipped his trousers and hauled out his hard penis. Nat was a good friend, and a great lesbian lover, but it wouldn’t be a good idea to take her to the Castle Club.
Lifting Sheena’s leg over the back of the seat, Rod moved closer and rammed his solid cock deep into her tight vagina. Sheena was extremely uncomfortable with her legs open as far as they would go and the back of her head pressed hard against the door, but she wasn’t going to complain. Rod had money and, unbeknown to him, he was also her way into the family. That was her quest in life, she decided happily as he repeatedly battered her young cervix with his bulbous knob – to marry into the rich family.
‘You’re a tight little whore,’ he breathed, gasping as he rocked his hips. ‘You’re my little teenage slut, Sheena.’
‘I’ll always be your little slut,’ she replied, deciding that the time had come to be rid of Deborah once and for all. ‘Even when you’re married, I’ll always be here for you.’
‘And my cock will always be hard for you, my angel.’
Listening to the squelching sounds of crude sex as Rod’s firm cock slid in and out of her contracting vagina, she wondered how to get rid of Deborah. It would be fatal to cause trouble, she realised as her clitoris swelled against the wet flesh of his thrusting shaft. Deborah had to be dealt with subtly, with no obvious connection to Sheena. Perhaps Nat could speak to her? If Nat made out that she was Rod’s bit of rough on the side . . . This needed some serious planning, she thought as Rod squeezed her small breasts and pinched the ripe nipples of her sensitive teats.
She reached between her splayed thighs to fondle his huge balls as he increased the speed of his shafting rhythm. She grabbed the base of his cock, feeling the slippery wetness of his shaft as he drove into her again and again. This was raw sex, she thought, her inner lips rolling back and forth along his veined shaft. But there was more to it than that. There was something more than an illicit fuck, wasn’t there?
‘Here it comes,’ Rod gasped. ‘I’m going to pump your dirty little cunt full of spunk.’
‘I’m coming,’ Sheena cried. ‘Don’t stop, I’m – I’m coming.’
‘Talk dirty to me, you filthy little slut. Talk dirty.’
‘I can feel your hard cock in my cunt. Fucking my wet cunt and . . . God, I’m coming. Fuck me, Rod. Fuck my dirty little cunt and fill it with your spunk.’
Shaking uncontrollably as her orgasm erupted within the solid nub of her clitoris, Sheena cried out as she felt Rod’s fresh sperm flooding her pulsing cunt. Imagining Nat sucking Rod’s spunk from her inflamed vaginal sheath, she knew that she could never give up crude sex. It was a way of life, she mused dreamily as her clitoris throbbed and shook her young body to the core. She’d been brought up on crude sex, selling her pussy to men, and enjoying every minute of it. She craved Nat’s wet tongue between the puffy lips of her pussy, she yearned for hard cocks driving deep into her tight vagina. If she did become Rod’s wife, would she change her ways?
‘God, you’re amazing,’ Rod groaned, finally resting with his spent cock deep within the heat of her sperm-brimming vagina. ‘I could never live without you, Sheena. You know that, don’t you?’
‘You won’t have to,’ she sighed, her vaginal muscles spasming, squeezing the last of Rod’s sperm from his deflating penis.
‘You’re a beautiful girl. I want us to be together for always.’
‘That’s what I want, too. If Deborah . . .’
‘Don’t talk about Deborah,’ he sighed.
‘OK, I’m sorry. Can you go to the Castle Club on your way home and get my membership sorted out?’
‘There’s a form to fill in, but I’ll deal with it for you. I know the manager, so it won’t be a problem. I’ll leave your membership card with the doorman, OK?’
‘Thanks, Rod, that’s great.’
‘I doubt you’ll see Charles there,’ he said, finally sliding his flaccid penis out of her tight vagina and zipping his trousers. ‘You wouldn’t know him anyway.’
‘I won’t cause trouble, I promise. Even if I do meet him, I won’t say nothing about us.’
‘There is just one thing. Elizabeth only goes to the club on Wednesday evenings. As you’ve discovered, she can be a right little bitch. Don’t go there on Wednesdays, OK?’
‘OK, I’ll remember that. You can trust me, Rod.’
‘I know that, sweetheart. Right, let’s get you back to your friend and then I’ll go on to the club.’
Sheena was going to leave her knickers in the car in the hope that Deborah would find them, but she thought better of it. Deborah had to be dealt with subtly, she thought again as Rod drove her back to her bedsit. An anonymous letter about Rod screwing Elizabeth might do the trick, she thought in her rising wickedness. Then again, a photograph of Rod screwing Nat would be even better. That would certainly put an end to the relationship.
Leaving the car with sperm filling the crotch of her tight knickers, she said goodbye to Rod and went up to her room. She sighed as she read the note from Nat saying that she’d gone home. Maybe it was just as well, she thought, pouring herself a glass of wine. With Rod’s sperm oozing from her inflamed pussy, it might be best not to have Nat lick her. Looking around her room, she felt despondent. The place was a dump, she thought, flopping on to her bed. But she was beginning to make plans to change her young life, and she knew that she wouldn’t be living in a seedy bedsit for much longer.
Three
Sheena went into town the following morning and bought some new clothes and a decent pair of shoes. After a trip to the hairdresser, she felt good as she walked home. To have money in her purse was a new experience, and she was all the more determined to leave the mire of her bedsit and change her life. Crossing the park, she turned as someone called her. It was Tommy, a stark reminder of the rut she was in.
‘Hi,’ she said as he approached her.
‘Fuck me, I hardly recognised you,’ he said, looking her up and down. ‘Have you come into some dosh, or what?’
‘No, no, I – I’m moving on, Tommy. I’m changing my life, which is something you should do.’
‘Change my life? What for?’
‘Because we’re losers and we can change that. Drinking and fucking all day is . . .’
‘That sounds good to me,’ he cut in with a chuckle.
‘Don’t you want to get a job and earn decent money?’
‘My old man’s loaded, so why should I bother?’
‘Because . . . Oh, never mind.’
‘Fancy a drink? I’m off to the pub, if you want to join me?’
‘No, I can’t. I’m going out this evening and I have to get ready.’
‘Where are you going?’
‘I’m going to the . . . I’m just going out with a friend.’
‘Come on, Sheena, I need someone to get pissed with.’
‘Tommy, I’m going out this evening. I don’t want to get pissed in the middle of the fucking day.’
‘Fuck me, you have changed. How about a quick fuck at your place?’
‘No, Tommy.’
‘I hope you’re not going to leave your mates behind when you move on and change your life?’
‘Of course I’m not, Tommy. It’s just that I’m going out this evening. I’ll see you in the pub tomorrow, OK?’
‘And we’ll go back to your place afterwards?
‘Maybe.’
‘OK, I’ll be there.’
As she walked away, Sheena turned and smiled at Tommy, who stood slouching with his hands in his pockets. He was a loser. He was eighteen, and spent all his days drinking and trying to fuck girls
. There had been many times when she’d spent all day in her bed with him, drinking and screwing because there was nothing else to do, but things were different now. That was her old life, she mused, walking back to her bedsit. Things were different now.
Having spent the afternoon cleaning her room and getting ready for the evening, Sheena felt good in her new dress and shoes. The dress was fairly short but not tarty, and she reckoned she’d be accepted at the club. But she’d have to speak properly, she realised as she neared the back-street pub. Stopping outside, she glanced through the grimy window and noticed Tommy sitting at a table with Nat. They were both losers, she thought, realising that she’d been stuck in a rut for far too long. Drinking and screwing was all very well, but it wasn’t the kind of life Sheena wanted any more.
Reaching the club, Sheena smiled at the doorman and gave him her name. She felt relieved as he returned her smile and passed her a membership card. Rod hadn’t let her down, she thought happily as she made her way to the bar. And she wasn’t going to let him down. There were a dozen or so people standing at the bar, and she felt a little self-conscious as she ordered a vodka and tonic. But she knew that she was well-dressed and that her hair looked lovely, so there was no need to worry. Thanking God that Elizabeth wasn’t there, she sat at a corner table and wondered what the evening had in store for her.
Fiddling nervously with her long blonde hair, she sipped her drink and did her best to look relaxed. But this was a different world from the pub and, even though she looked nice, she felt out of place. The people at the bar were laughing and joking, and they obviously knew each other, but Sheena thought it best to stay at her table rather than try to join in. The last thing she wanted was to start chatting to people and make grammatical errors.
‘All alone?’ one of the young men asked her as he walked to her table.
‘Yes, I’m . . . I’m waiting for a friend,’ Sheena replied awkwardly.
‘You’re new here, aren’t you? Oh, sorry, I’m Brian.’
‘I’m Sheena, pleased to meet you. Yes, I’ve only just joined.’
‘There have been a few newcomers recently, which is a good thing as the numbers have been dwindling. May I ask . . . Is your friend male or female?’
‘Er . . . Male.’
‘Well, he won’t want to find me talking to you when he arrives. Enjoy your evening. And welcome to the Castle Club.’
‘Thanks.’
Breathing a sigh of relief as he walked back to the bar, Sheena wondered whether she should have got to know him. She couldn’t sit alone at a table every time she went to the club, she realised, wondering what Tommy and Nat were doing in the pub. They were probably getting pissed and having a laugh, she thought, again thinking that she was out of place in the club. But she realised that this was a new start and it was bound to be difficult at first. She didn’t look common, she thought, peering down at her new dress. As long as she didn’t open her mouth, she’d be all right.
Looking up as the barman said, ‘Good evening, Charles,’ Sheena gazed at a young man walking up to the bar. Was he Rod’s brother? she wondered. She reckoned there was a likeness. He was very good-looking, she thought, sipping her drink and trying to appear relaxed. He was wearing dark trousers and a white shirt and tie. He’d probably called in for a drink on his way home from the office. He was talking to one of the men at the bar, but repeatedly glanced in Sheena’s direction. She’d promised Rod that she wouldn’t talk to Charles or cause trouble, and decided that it was best to steer clear of him. ‘Haven’t I seen you somewhere before?’ he asked her when he finally walked over to her table.
‘I – I don’t think so,’ she murmured, hoping that he hadn’t seen her with Rod.
‘I’m Charles. Mind if I join you?’
‘Er . . . No, that’s fine. I’m Sheena.’
‘I’ve seen you somewhere, I’m sure,’ he persisted, smiling at her. ‘But I can’t think where. Are you new here?’
‘Yes, this is my first time.’
‘I don’t get in here very often, pressure of work and all that.’
‘What sort of work do you do?’ she asked him, hoping to discover a little more about him, and about Rod.
‘I’m a director of the family business.’
‘That sounds interesting.’
‘It’s not, Sheena, believe me. Families are funny things at the best of times. Put several brothers together with their father in business and . . . I won’t bore you with that. Let’s talk about you.’
‘No, no, I’m interested.’
‘Why’s that?’ He frowned and then chuckled. ‘You don’t even know me.’
‘I’ve always been interested in people, their stories and stuff.’
‘OK, if you’re sure? There’s my brother, David, who’s terrified of his wife. There’s Raymond, who’s looking for a wife, and then there’s Rod who . . . Rod is due to be married soon but I don’t think . . . Then there’s my father. His name is George but he’s known as the Boss. He’s a formidable man and no one dares to disagree with him.’
‘Wow, four brothers. Do you get on OK with each other?’
‘Most of the time, yes.’
‘So, Rod is the one who’s getting married soon?’
‘That’s right. The Boss – I mean, my father – believes that Deborah is a goddess and would be good for Rod. Deborah is Rod’s intended.’
‘Do you think that she’s a goddess?’ she probed.
‘She . . . No one knows this, but she has a chequered past.’
‘Really?’ Sheena leaned forward and grinned. ‘Tell me more.’
‘She comes from a decent family and she’s had a good education. I shouldn’t say anything but, seeing as you don’t know her . . . When Deborah was at university, she did a series of porn photos.’
‘Porn photos?’
‘She was a rebel, into drugs and all sorts. It’s a long story but I have several of the photographs. She don’t know that I know, but the photos say it all.’
‘Does Rod know?’
‘No, he doesn’t. Deborah is a prude now, you’d never think that she . . . Well, I suppose that’s all in the past. We all have skeletons in the cupboard, Sheena.’
‘Do you have skeletons?’
‘A few,’ he replied, chuckling as he winked at her. ‘How about you?’
‘I have loads of cupboards full of skeletons.’
‘Have you done naughty things?’ he asked her, gazing at the firm mounds of her teenage breasts.
‘Yes, I have. I’ve done very naughty things.’
‘You’re a pretty little thing, Sheena. This place needs some new life pumping into it. I’m pleased I’ve met you. Sorry, I’ve barged in on you. Are you waiting for someone?’
‘No, no, I’m all alone.’
‘No boyfriend?’
‘Er . . . No, not really.’
‘In that case, I’m very pleased I’ve met you.’
‘I’m pleased I’ve met you too, Charles. I must admit, I was feeling like a spare prick at an orgy sitting here all alone. I was going to bring a girlfriend but . . . Well, she couldn’t make it.’
‘That’s a bit of luck. For me, I mean. Is she the same age as you? Don’t get me wrong, I’m not asking you your age.’
‘We’re both eighteen. Me and her . . . Her and me have been friends since school. We’ve always done everything together. We go to the pub together, get pissed together . . . I mean . . .’
‘Sounds like a good friendship. Would you like another drink?’
‘Oh, thanks. It’s vodka and tonic.’
Sheena realised that she’d never be able to speak properly, as she watched Charles walk across the plush blue carpet to the bar. Her hair looked nice, and her new dress and shoes were expensive, but she could never hide the fact that there was a common slut hiding behind the façade. She didn’t have too much trouble controlling her language when she was sober but, after a couple of drinks, she found herself slipping back into her old ways.
At least she’d discovered something about Deborah, she reflected happily as Charles returned with the drinks.
She felt comfortable chatting with Charles but, after her fifth vodka, her head was spinning and she was beginning to reveal her true character. Charles thought she was deliberately speaking badly when she said that she’d never had no proper boyfriend. She laughed it off, but she was acutely aware of her mistake, and she knew that she’d never fit in with a posh and very well-off family. She was a common slut, she reminded herself as Charles asked her where she lived. Once a slut, always a slut.
‘It’s a dump,’ she blurted out. ‘I hate it.’
‘It’s not that bad, surely?’
‘It’s worse,’ she sighed. ‘I suppose you’ve got a big house?’
‘Well, it is fairly large. Do you live with your parents or . . .’
‘I live on me own. It’s a poxy bedsit and I hate it.’
‘Oh, I see.’ He forced a smile. ‘Sheena, I really am pleased that I’ve met you.’
‘Why, because I’m a . . . I mean . . .’
‘What were you about to say?’
‘Nothing. I think I’ve had too much to drink. I should have eaten something before coming here. I’m sorry if I sound a bit . . .’
‘Don’t apologise, Sheena. You’re good company. I mean that. It makes a nice change to meet someone who – who isn’t all airs and graces.’
‘Someone common, you mean?’
‘No . . . Look, we’re all different. I must admit that I get fed up with etiquette. My family are all terribly prim and proper when they’re together. Many times I’ve wished that we could just relax and have a laugh for a change.’
‘I think I need some fresh air,’ Sheena sighed, downing the last of her drink. ‘I think I’d better get home and . . .’
‘I can give you a lift,’ he offered as she rose to her feet and swayed on her unsteady legs. ‘Here, take my hand.’
Sheena hated herself for getting drunk, and she wondered what Charles thought of her as he led her to his car. To make matters worse, she had a bout of hiccups as he pulled out into the traffic. When he suggested that they go for a walk down by the river to clear her head, she knew what he was after. He even placed his hand on her knee, but she was beyond caring. She’d tried to speak properly and behave like a refined young lady. But the alcohol had stripped away her flimsy disguise and revealed her true colours. She might as well take his money and fuck him, she decided.