Doing A Carol 23
Dear Diary.
It’s so nice to relax and enjoy a cup of tea after spending a successful day indulging in some necessary retail therapy where our triumphant trophies have filled those obligatory glossy card designer bags hanging from the crack in our arms.
It’s been ages since Sara and I mingled with the frenetic Saturday shopping crowd, took time off to beautify ourselves and enjoyed each others company whilst doing a spot of research in the process.
You see, I’m contemplating about branching out on a third and larger shop with a higher profile, a better location and an influential and credit happy clientele.
I need to know if this part of Surrey is the right area and is it suitable for my customers? Well yes, as Guildford is a highly desirable town with a wide and wealthy catchment area.
Though can I afford to run three shops and a busy website? That will depend on our calulations and capital. I will have to sit down with Jerry and work out the finances. He’s my ‘go to’ man as that’s his profession and he knows what’s best for us.
I’m thinking that a larger shop, a flagship store of some kind, especially if it’s designed as a destination store will attract more customers and then I’ll be able to extend our ranges with more designer labels and with any luck, get our brand out there to more rich bitches.
Anyway, we’ve got a long way to go on that as I haven’t seen, nor felt the right space yet and the idea is still on paper.
Talking of paper, it’s poker night at Steve’s and I’m expecting Jerry to win some paper tonight, cash as such, though we’ve decided on a budget and he can’t go anymore over that, however way his luck lands.
And as he wants to let his short grey hair down, I’m going to drop Jerry off and will pick him up later, so that he can have a few drinks.
Well, the poor bugger deserves it as he works so hard and he hardly ever has any time off to spend with friends, let alone with his loving wife!
So whilst he’s getting ready and tarting himself up, I’m idildy watching TV downstairs and deciding if I should dress up or simply wear my jeans and blouse?
I don’t know why this is occupying my mind as I won’t know anyone there to impress or anyone to take my fancy, except for Steve and that’s a long shot as we’ve only chatted briefly on WhatsApp and he doesn’t know anything about me.
I know Sara isn’t going to be there as she is having over one of her spiritual advisers for a chakra cleanse session and Michael is staying over at Steve’s or with another friend from work. Who knows what they get both up to in their spare time. It’s non of my concern.
And I’m not sure if any of the other guy’s partners will be attending, so I decided casual is going to be the look. Well, braless under my blouse. That’s casual enough, isn’t it, And Jerry won’t notice, though I hope Steve will.
And anyway, I’m only going to pop in for a short while and then leave them to it. I can’t think of anything worse than to watch people play cards. And any case, Jerry will call me when it’s time to pick him up.
Half an hour later, we’re at Steve’s apartment. It’s a small modern unit, neatly decorated and tidy with one bedroom, kitchen, bathroom and balcony. It’s on the top floor of a new build and over looks some fields. So if he gets the urge, he can walk around naked and no one will be able to see him. Although I’d like to see that! Looks like I may have to camp out in that field one night with my binoculars. Ha ha.
As I look around, I see there’s a poker table set up in the corner ready for action with a variety of drinks lined up on a cabinet and some finger snacks in various bowls and dishes. It seems as if Steve has hosted before, going by his professional looking spread.
‘Pleased to finally meet you,’ I held out my hand to shake, but he came in with a hug.
‘And you too,’ he replied. Thanks for dropping Jerry off. I hope he’s got enough money to lose.’
Jerry looked at him and smiked sarcastically, ‘I feel like it’s my night tonight.’
‘Nah. It’s my night tonight,’ Steve looked at me, then down to my blouse without Jerry seeing.
‘Well boys, I’m going to leave you to it. Don’t forget to call me when you’re ready to be picked up.’ I kissed Jerry goodbye.
‘That won’t be long as I’m taking all you’ve got,’ Steve played punched Jerry in the stomach. ‘And with all those shots, you won’t be fit to stand, let alone win.’
‘Shots?’ I asked.
‘Yeah. Every time someone loses, they have to take a shot.’
‘I see. Not quite strip poker I see?’
‘No not this time,’ Steve said.
‘So you’re going to have a lot of drunken men staying over?’ I asked, just being nosey nd trying to continue the conversation.
‘A few,’ Steve said, scratching his shaven bald head. ‘Though I don’t know where they’re going to sleep as I only have one bedroom. And they’re not sharing my bed. That’s reserved for special people.’
His hand gestured towards the bedroom. ‘Want to see?’
‘Why not.’ He led me to the bedroom as Jerry helped himself to a drink. I’m sure Steve’s hand brushed my arse. It must be an accident or my imagination.
‘As they say, here is where the magic happens.’
‘Oh, I like magic. Do you have a magic wand?’ I joked.
‘I sure do,’ he winked as he squeezed pass me. ‘A nice big one! 8 inches of pure wood!’
Is he coming on to me? No, surely not as we’ve only just met. No. So why is he shooting all these double entendres at me? And can I give it back? I’m going to try.
‘So have you been spreading your magic around lately?’ I asked casually.
‘Yeah. I do like to share my gift.’
I bet you do. Wanna share it with me?
‘I bet that makes a lot of women happy?’
‘Can’t complain,’ he inadvertently rubbed his large bulge. Wish I could do that. I wish he would throw me on the bed, right there and right now and fuck me hard.
I didn’t know what to say.
‘Are you OK in there?’ Jerry called out, breaking the sexual tension, thank goodness.
‘Yes all good here,’ I replied. Yes, definitely all good here.
‘Any idea when the other guy’s are going to come?’ Jerry asked innocently.
Steve smiled at that remark and popped his head out of the door, ‘I don’t know. Soon I’m hoping.’ Steve looked down again at my nipples which were now trying to burst out of my blouse. ‘Yeah, cumming soon.’
He looked up and our eyes locked. His dark brown eyes skillfully scanned mine as he delved deep in to my sinful soul, searching my pools of vision for any reflecting ripples of passion.
I tried to look away, wanting to look away, but I couldn’t. I was trapped by his hypnotic gaze.
Steve licked his lips and smiled knowingly. His strong hands rested upon my hips, clamping me to the spot.
What the fuck is happening? What is he doing?
‘I’m going to have to go,’ I breathed, trying to escape his hungry leer. I couldn’t. I was transfixed, too intoxicated to move.
He is so handsome and easy to talk to. No wonder he has a queue of women falling at his large feet or down on bended knees for him, wanting him to wave his wand of destruction in their faces.
My heart raced uncontrollably, instantly caught under his spell.
Did he know what he was doing? Was his arrogant magic really working on me? Was I that easy as to be put under some kind of mind control or was I just enjoying his manly attention?
Yes I was and no I can’t!
I mustn’t allow my slutty self to take over and show her easy side. Not yet. I must show more control. I must.
I must. I must.
I must show Steve my bust!
No, no no.
I’m not going to be one of his special people, like a prize toy won at a fun fair. Well, not yet anyway. I must be strong, even if I did want to lay on my back and let him devour me, want me and fuck me all over the room.
He could do whatever he wanted to me.
Damn it.
I must have been giving out subliminal signals as Steve took his chance and leant in so close that I could feel the heat radiating from his crotch.
What if Jerry walked in now? What would I say? What would he say?
‘By the way,’ Steve whispered, his hot breath wafted across my ear, ‘I love your pics.’
Oh shit. ‘What pics?’ I asked, hoping that they weren’t the ones that Michael took of me last week on that bench.
‘The ones of you undressing in the car park. I didn’t know you were like that,’ his hand rested on my arse and pulled me in closer. Have I unleashed this black stallion before me or has he always been untethered?
‘I don’t know what you’re talking about,’ I lied, trying to push him away, my hands pressed his pumped up pecks in protest, but secretly loving the partial petting.
‘What are you talking about?’ Jerry asked as he sipped on a bottle of Peroni.
‘I’m saying that your lady luck is mine,’ Steve winked at me as he walked out of the bedroom.
‘You’re on. I feel like a big win,’ Jerry rubbed his hands together.
‘Do you want a big one?’ Steve said to me as I followed him.
I blushed. Of course I do.
‘Yes I want a big win and my Jerry is going to do it, aren’t you dear?’ I bent down and kissed him on the head. Phew. I managed to get out of that situation. ‘I’ll see you later. Have fun.’
‘We will. I’ll look after him for you,’ Steve waved. ‘Though I’m not sure what state he will be in when you come back.’
‘As long as he’s standing,’ I said.
‘I prefer it when they’re lying on their back,’ Steve laughed. ‘Drunks, as they’re easier to drag.’
Charming.
‘That’s nice,’ I replied.
‘But I may leave him on the floor as that’s where all loosers should be!’
Jerry laughed. ‘Yeah, you wish.’
‘No wish. I know so.’
Ooh. Is this some sort of a thing? Would Jerry let Steve take charge? No, my imagination is now running wild.
‘Well you boys can have your macho fun of who’s the boss. I’m off now.’
I left the two of them bantering about. They seemed like they were having fun. Plus I know where Jerry is, so if he did get drunk, he’s in a safe place.
Oh dear. Is my wish going to come true? Am I going to experience Steve’s magic wand in real life? Is Steve now coming after me from seeing those saucy pics which Michael took? And, for that matter, who else as seen them? The whole of Surrey? Even Jerry?
Not wanting to think about that anymore, I caught the lift to the ground level.
Ding.
‘Well, well, well.’ A familiar voice greeted me as the lift doors opened.
My face must have been a picture as Michael stood there in front of me.
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