by Ray Gordon
‘Hi,’ Nat called as she breezed into the pub and went up to the bar.
‘Hi,’ Sheena said. ‘Where have you been?’
Nat bought herself a large vodka and tonic and sat opposite Sheena. ‘Into town,’ she replied. ‘Looking at the clothes in shop windows and wishing I had some money. What have you been up to?’
‘I’ve just sucked off an old man for thirty quid,’ Sheena replied unashamedly.
‘What, in here?’
‘Yes, just now. And I got fucked by an old man in the park earlier. He gave me fifty quid.’
‘Dirty cow,’ Nat whispered. ‘I thought you were getting married?’
‘I am, but I can still earn a bit on the side.’
‘I suppose I should open my legs and earn some dosh. But I just don’t seem to be able to find anyone willing to pay. Where did you meet the bloke who gave you fifty?’
‘I was sitting in the park and he came up to me. Nat, do you fancy earning some cash by doing lesbian porn photos?’
‘With you?’
‘Yes, lesbian licking and stuff.’
‘It’s about time I gave your wet cunt a good licking-out,’ she said rather too loudly.
‘Language, Nat,’ the barman called out. ‘This is a respectable pub, isn’t it, Sheena?’
‘Respectable, my arse,’ Sheena returned with a chuckle.
‘Tell me more about the porn photos,’ Nat whispered.
‘It’s a photographer I know.’
‘The one you were after in here the other day?’
‘Yes, I went to see him. He’s looking for a couple of girls to do lesbian shots. It’s easy money, Nat.’
‘OK, I’m up for it.’
‘Right, I’ll ring him later and arrange something.’
‘Will you be in here this evening?’
‘No, I’m going to London for the night. I’ll be staying in a posh hotel,’ Sheena announced proudly.
‘Fuck me. Are you going with your future hubby?’
‘Er . . . Yes, that’s right.’
Downing her drink as Nat tried to put her off marriage, Sheena began thinking about Rod. He was good-looking, he had money and he was fun to be with and – and all he’d wanted was her young body. Prostitution was her only option, she concluded. If she wanted money and a decent flat, she was going to have to work the streets. Taking her empty glass to the bar and ordering two vodka and tonics, she heard her friend rambling on, and turned and nodded appropriately. But she wasn’t listening – her mind was on Rod.
Returning to the table, she wondered about the brothers she hadn’t met yet. Charles had mentioned David and Raymond, she remembered. Recalling his words, she grinned. There’s Raymond who’s looking for a wife . . . Maybe he was the one to go for, she mused, sipping her drink. But how was she going to meet him? Her goal had been to marry Rod, but marrying Raymond would at least get her into the family.
‘You’re not listening to me,’ Nat said, breaking Sheena’s reverie.
‘Sorry, I was miles away.’
‘I was saying that we should rent a flat together. If we work as prossies, we could easily afford a flat.’
‘Good idea,’ Sheena agreed, wondering how she could meet Raymond.
‘We could go halves on everything. We’ll need a deposit, but that should be easy enough if we do the porn pics. How about starting in business together now?’
‘There aren’t any men in here,’ Sheena complained.
‘No, I mean go down to town and . . .’
‘Tomorrow,’ Sheena cut in. ‘I’m going to London for the night, and I have to get ready.’
‘I wish I was going with you,’ Nat said despondently. ‘I suppose I’ll be sitting here all fucking evening.’
‘Find us some punters,’ Sheena said, writing her mobile number down. ‘There you are. Give them my phone number, and tell them to ring when they need us.’
‘Yes, good idea.’ Watching Sheena finish her drink and leave the table, she frowned. ‘Where are you going?’ she asked.
‘I’ve got to get ready for tonight. I have to pack a case and stuff.’
‘OK, well, good luck.’
‘Thanks, Nat. I’ll see you tomorrow.’
Sheena left the pub and headed home with butterflies fluttering in her stomach. The hotel would be posh, she thought, vowing not to let Charles down by swearing or speaking badly. Rod wouldn’t bother to phone, she realised as she reached her bedsit. He’d be arguing with Deborah and wishing that he’d never met Sheena. Was he looking forward to his wedding day? Deciding to take a shower, Sheena again thought it best to forget about Rod and look forward to her night with Charles.
Six
Charles picked Sheena up at six and remarked on how nice she looked. She was wearing her black dress and new shoes, and she felt good. Clutching her handbag as Charles talked about the hotel, she wondered whether Rod would phone her. He was probably with Deborah, she mused as Charles said that he had some bad news.
‘My brother, David, will be turning up at the hotel,’ he said. ‘I tried to put him off but he insisted on attending the meeting tomorrow.’
‘I’ll have to keep out of the way,’ Sheena breathed.
‘It’s all right, he won’t be arriving until nine o’clock. We’ll have time to enjoy a meal and have a few drinks in the bar. You go up to the room just before nine and I’ll do my best to join you as soon as I can.’
It was a shame that Rod wasn’t going to the hotel. Then again, perhaps that wouldn’t have worked out too well. Deciding to sit in the bar and take a look at David rather than go up to the room, she knew that he wouldn’t realise she was with Charles. She was getting closer to meeting the family, she realised as Charles chatted about his father. But her aim now was to meet Raymond.
When he finally pulled up at the hotel, Charles ushered her up the steps as a boy dressed in a burgundy uniform lugged the cases in and a man in a peaked cap parked the car. The foyer was amazing, Sheena thought, looking around at the plush furniture as Charles went over to the reception desk. There was background music playing and extremely well-dressed people milling about, and Sheena realised that she’d stepped into another world. Feeling self-conscious, she was relieved when Charles took her into the bar and bought her a drink.
‘We’ll take a look at the room later,’ he said, pulling a chair out for her at a table.
‘This place looks so expensive,’ she exclaimed as she sat down.
‘It is expensive,’ he returned with a chuckle. ‘Still, the company is paying for it. So, how’s your day been?’
‘Quite good,’ she replied, concealing a grin as she recalled her clients. ‘How’s Rod getting on with his problems? You said you’d tell me about it.’
‘Well, the wedding is still off. God only knows how he discovered that Deborah had been involved in porn pics. All I can think of is that he must have got a private dick on to it.’
‘He must have had his suspicions, then?’
‘I’ve been dropping hints for some time now so he knew that something had been going on. I don’t know what Deborah said, but she obviously didn’t have a leg to stand on. The camera doesn’t lie.’
‘What a mess. I hope your wife don’t find out about me.’
‘No chance, she’s too busy with her stuck-up friends. I’m looking forward to this evening, Sheena. Are you going to do your deep-throat trick later?’
‘Of course I am. That’s why you brought me here, isn’t it?’
‘Yes . . . Well, not only for that. I like you as a person, you’re good company. Are you hungry?’
‘Yes, very.’
‘OK, let’s go through to the restaurant.’
Sheena was delighted when Charles said that she could have steak and chips. Even though she downed six glasses of red wine during the meal, she behaved herself. Although it was a five-star hotel, the waiter didn’t hover relentlessly, allowing Sheena to chat to Charles without having to choose her words too carefully. But when
Charles received a call on his mobile phone, Sheena suspected the evening might be going to change dramatically.
‘Damn it,’ Charles swore. ‘David has changed his mind. He won’t be coming to the hotel.’
‘That’s good, isn’t it?’ Sheena said, frowning at him.
‘It would have been, but Raymond is coming instead.’
‘How does that change things?’
‘Raymond is single and he likes a good time. I’ll probably be stuck in the bar with him for hours. I’ll do my best to escape, but . . .’
‘Don’t worry, we’ll still have time together in the room.’
‘It gets worse, I’m afraid. David was due here at nine. Raymond will be here in ten minutes. You’ll have to go up to the room and . . .’
‘I’ll sit in the bar,’ Sheena cut in. ‘Raymond won’t know who I am, so I’ll sit in the bar.’
‘Well, I suppose it will be all right. There’s no time for coffee, I’m afraid. I’d better go into the bar and wait for Raymond.’
‘OK, I’ll find a table out of the way and sit there quietly.’
‘Take this,’ Charles said, passing her the key to the room. ‘You go up when you’re ready and I’ll join you as soon as I can.’
Charles led Sheena into the bar, ordered her a vodka and tonic and suggested that she sit at a table by the window. She hadn’t expected the evening to turn out like this, she thought as she settled at the table. But it might be interesting to see the two brothers together. Hoping that she wouldn’t be left alone for too long, she took her phone from her handbag and placed it on the table. Would Rod call? She wondered what he was doing. Or would he be too busy trying to keep Deborah happy?
‘Hi, Charles,’ a good-looking young man said as he breezed into the bar. He smiled at the barman. ‘Large scotch, please.’
‘Why the change of plan?’ Charles asked him.
‘Something cropped up, but David wouldn’t say what it was. Anyway, it gives me a chance to have some peace. What with the way Rod and Deborah were going at each other, I was pleased to get out of the house.’ Noticing Sheena, Raymond smiled at her and whispered something to Charles.
‘We’re here on business,’ Charles said, glancing at Sheena.
‘We can still have a little fun. She’s rather tasty and . . .’
‘Leave it, Raymond.’
Returning Raymond’s smile, Sheena thought how much he looked like Rod. He was wearing dark trousers and a white shirt with the tie loose. Maybe Raymond was her way into the family, she mused, remembering what Charles had said. There’s Raymond who’s looking for a wife . . . Smiling at her again as Charles talked about the business meeting, Raymond obviously wasn’t listening. This was an awkward situation, Sheena thought, sure that Raymond would make a move towards her at some stage.
Charles looked anxious as a middle-aged man walked into the bar and spoke to him. Forcing a smile, he shook the man’s hand and checked his watch. Gazing at Sheena, he mouthed something and made an odd facial expression, but she had no idea what he meant. Sheena couldn’t hear what they were saying, but guessed that it had something to do with business as Charles followed the man out of the bar. Raymond wasted no time, wandering over to Sheena’s table to ask her whether she’d mind if he joined her.
‘Er . . . No, that’s fine,’ she allowed.
‘I’m Raymond,’ he said, sitting opposite her.
‘I’m Sheena. Where have your friends gone?’
‘I’m here with my brother on business. He’s gone to sort out some problem or other. Are you staying here?’
‘Well . . . No, no, I’m not. I’m meeting a friend here.’
‘In that case, I’ll leave you in peace.’
‘No, no, it’s all right. She won’t be here for an hour or so.’
‘Oh, that’s good. Do you live locally?’
‘No, I’m from . . . I live in Sussex.’
‘Really? Whereabouts in Sussex?’
‘Nutwood,’ she replied, biting her lip.
‘What a coincidence, that’s where I live. Well, they do say that it’s a small world. What do you do for a living?’
‘I’m a secretary but . . . I’m between jobs at the moment.’
‘I’m looking for a secretary, if you’re interested?’
‘Well, I . . .’
‘Here’s my card,’ he said, opening his wallet. ‘Give me a call.’
Sheena took the card and dropped it into her handbag. ‘Yes, yes, I will,’ she breathed, imagining working for the family business.
‘Let me get you another drink.’
‘Thanks, vodka and tonic.’
This was a nightmare, she thought as he went up to the bar. She wished she hadn’t told him where she lived, and dreaded the thought of Charles walking into the bar and catching her with Raymond. But she’d done nothing wrong. It wasn’t her fault that he’d introduced himself and joined her. Again imagining working for the family business, she grinned. Maybe the situation wasn’t so bad. A job would certainly be a step further to getting her foot in the door of the family home, she thought as her phone rang.
‘Hello,’ she said, hoping it was Rod.
‘Sheena, it’s Charles. Look, I’m sorry about this. Everything’s gone wrong.’
‘That’s OK,’ she whispered, glancing across the bar at Raymond.
‘Has my brother started talking to you yet? Knowing Raymond, he’ll . . .’
‘Yes, he has,’ she cut in. ‘But don’t worry.’
‘I do worry, Sheena. Whatever you do, don’t mention me.’
‘Of course I won’t,’ she sighed. ‘I’m not totally thick, Charles. We’re just chatting, so don’t worry. When will you be back?’
‘I’m stuck with a business colleague who’s also an old friend. I hadn’t arranged to meet him. He’d heard that I was coming up to London and . . . I’ll try to get away as soon as I can. I’ll ring again later, OK?’
‘OK.’
It was just as well that she had Raymond to keep her company, she thought as he returned with the drinks. Hoping that this wouldn’t end in tears, she imagined Charles questioning Raymond and then Rod discovering that she’d been screwing his brothers and . . . She could hardly tell Raymond not to say anything to Charles, she realised as he talked about the business meeting he’d had in the morning. Then again, they were only talking. It wasn’t as if Raymond had taken her up to his room and stripped her naked – yet.
‘We’ll have to meet up when we get home,’ he said, smiling at her. ‘Maybe go out for a meal or something.’
‘Yes, I’d like that,’ she said. ‘You’re not married, then?’
‘No, no. What about you, is there a boyfriend lurking somewhere?’
‘Not at the moment. I’m between jobs and between relationships.’
‘It’s almost as if we were meant to meet,’ he said with a chuckle. ‘I’m looking for a secretary, you’re between jobs and . . . It would be great if we became friends.’
‘Yes, I’d like that. When do you think your brother will be back?’
‘Knowing Jordan, the chap he left with, he’ll keep Charles out half the night. So I’ll have plenty of time to get to know you. Oh, your friend will be here later. I forgot about that.’
‘She won’t be here for a while,’ Sheena said.
‘In that case, would you like to come up to my room for a drink?’
‘Yes,’ Sheena said without hesitation.
She finished her drink before following Raymond to the lift, making her plans. She’d spend some time with Raymond and then go to her room and wait for Charles, she decided. Neither brother would know anything about her time with the other, so she’d get away with it. Then again, if Raymond began boasting to Charles about pulling a girl in the bar . . . She’d have to cross that bridge when she came to it, she thought as Raymond led her into his room. He opened the small fridge and poured her a vodka and tonic. Not wanting to waste any time, Sheena lay on the bed and beckoned to Raymo
nd to join her.
‘This is relaxing,’ she said huskily as he settled beside her. ‘It’s much better than sitting in the bar.’
‘Am I reading you correctly?’ he asked her, running his hand up her thigh.
‘I think so,’ she replied, grinning at him. ‘After all, you did say that you wanted to get to know me.’
Closing her eyes as his fingers pressed into the swell of her tight knickers, she parted her thighs wide. Brother number three, she mused dreamily as he moved the crotch of her knickers aside and massaged the fleshy pads of her outer sex lips. At least Raymond wasn’t married, she reflected happily as his finger slipped into the wet heat of her tightening vagina. He was free and single. He was also Sheena’s way into the family.
‘Have you shaved?’ he asked, slipping his finger out of her tight vagina and pulling her knickers down.
‘Yes. Is that OK with you?’ she said.
‘Very much so,’ he muttered, easing her shoes and knickers off her feet.
After lifting her dress up over her stomach, he settled between her open legs and kissed the smooth flesh of her pubic mound, breathing in her female scent. Sheena let out a gasp as his wet tongue ran up and down her sex crack. Her clitoris inflating, her juices of lust seeping between the pink wings of her inner lips, she grabbed tufts of Raymond’s dark hair and forced his face hard against her vulval flesh. Was this meant to be? she wondered as he parted the swollen lips of her pussy and licked the solid nub of her sensitive clitoris. She’d been looking forward to spending time with Charles but David had decided to come to the hotel. Then Raymond had turned up and Charles had gone away somewhere and . . . This was meant to be, she decided as Raymond’s tongue entered her creamy-wet vaginal hole.
‘You taste like . . .’ he began.
‘Don’t say heaven,’ she cut in, giggling.
‘I was going to say you taste like paradise.’
‘What does paradise taste like?’
‘Like you, Sheena. Hot, creamy, sexy . . . I’m so glad that we met. And to think that you live in my home town . . .’
‘It’s meant to be,’ she sighed as he sucked her erect clitoris into his hot mouth.