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But I wasn’t.
I looked at Janie Ryan’s pretty face and all I saw was a big fucking mistake.
My dick backtracked and bailed on me, and my jeans were up before I’d even pulled the rubber off. I fished it out and stomped off to find a bin.
Janie really was pissed off then. Her face turned beetroot, her squeals of annoyance betraying her for the spoiled little brat she really was.
I didn’t even look at the guys, just dumped my johnny in the trash where it belonged and picked up my t-shirt.
“Sorry for the inconvenience,” I said. “But we’re not anyone’s fucking sissy-boys. I think it’s best you find yourself another outfit.” I pulled some notes from my back pocket, left them on the side for her trouble. I gestured to the guys, told them we were done, and they made a sharp fucking exit as I listened to Janie rattle on about our piss-poor service.
I don’t think she’ll be booking in her BMW anytime soon, that’s for fucking sure.
Nobody said a word as I climbed back into the truck. Hugh put an arm around Petey’s shoulders in the back, ruffled the lad’s hair. Poor kid looked like he was going to cry, can’t say I blamed him. Buck knows me well enough to know when to mind his tongue, he gave me a nod as we pulled away from her gates and that was the end of it.
I stopped at the yard on the way back through the village, opened up the office and unlocked the safe. I dished out the earnings – just as they should have been, but by the time I’d locked back up there were a pile of notes on the dashboard.
“Don’t be soft,” I said. “This was my call, just take the cash and stop being so fucking sappy about it.”
But none of them would take a thing.
Hugh was in early next morning. He got us both a cup of tea and hovered in the office while I organised the job cards.
“You know what the lad needs,” he said. “Either that or he’s off the squad. He’s too inexperienced, doesn’t know what the hell he’s doing. You know it as well as I do.” He took a swig of tea. “Take him to her. She’s the one to sort him out, we all know that. Especially you.”
I’d been avoiding her for weeks, months probably.
“No,” I said. “It’s a barrel of shit, Hugh. I’m out of that.”
“Then you’ll have to drop him from the side. He’s not up to it. Lad was practically a virgin when he started, he’s got no idea.”
“He’ll pick it up,” I said, but I was lying. Lad wasn’t picking up shit.
Hugh slapped my back as Jimmy O’s bike roared onto the yard. “Take him to her. You can stay out of it.”
Like hell I could.
I took out my mobile and fired off a text despite my better judgement, rather that than see the lad’s confidence shrivel to shit.
I’d had a reply by the time I’d finished up dishing out the jobs for the day. The guys hadn’t even started up by the time I took Petey off to the side.
“Afternoon off,” I said. “On-site training.” He looked at me, trying to work out what the hell I was on about, but I didn’t offer him much more than that. “Just be ready,” I said. “We go after lunch.” I smirked and gestured to the toilet. “Make sure your dick’s sparkly fucking clean, standards are high where we’re going.”
I’ll be getting fucked by five men. Tomorrow. To-fucking-morrow. Oh my fucking God.
Nerves and excitement, and this weird achy feeling whenever I thought about Trent being there. I just hoped I’d be up to it when push came to shove.
Tonya insisted I should wear the red crotchless. Make a statement, she said. Like signing up for a five-man orgy wasn’t statement enough.
The cafe was busy for a Thursday, but finally the Bang Gang whispering seemed to be dying down.
Fred Crocker had stumbled from the Drum the night before, managed to tumble into the river when he was taking a piss over the railings. They’d had to throw him one of those bright orange life rings and fish him out. Apparently his trousers were still round his ankles when they pulled him clear, nothing bruised but his ego.
That was the talk of the day. Darren’s little sex business had taken a backseat for the time being.
Thanks, Fred.
We were in the middle of the lunchtime rush when Lorraine ditched her apron and put her coat on.
“I’m out for the afternoon,” she said. “Going to the cash and carry.”
“Now?!” I said, looking out on the sea of people cramming in for the toasted teacake special.
She didn’t even pause. “I’ve asked Sharon to come and give you a hand, she should be here any minute.”
