The Promise Page 6

  ‘How about from behind?’ he suggested, flipping her around so that he didn’t have to look at her crooked smile and her yellowed teeth.

  The dimly lit taxi they’d all been in earlier had been kind to her, but now he was able to get a good look at her in better lighting, he could see that she was at least a decade older than him, and the sight of her draped over his lap now, her white, slack skin of her belly hanging over the top of her tight black knickers, was a sobering vision indeed.

  He couldn’t go through with this. Not even in this drunken state, and he was paralytic.

  He’d lost count of how much he’d drunk tonight. Dean had just kept lining them up. Ten pints maybe? He must have had a right old skinful to have even considered coming back here with this old trout.

  He searched his mind to find an excuse to get up and leave, but knew it wasn’t going to be an easy feat. He could already hear Dean out in the kitchen, loudly banging away with his bird. Christ knows how he’d managed to get it up; the bird he was shagging hadn’t been much better than this one.

  A right pair of old dogs; though, by the sounds of all the giggling and groaning, it didn’t sound like that was stopping Dean from getting his end away. But then, Dean did always like to get his money’s worth.

  Jason, on the other hand, was losing his boner quicker than he was losing his nerve.

  ‘Oh, is that how you like it? From behind? You naughty boy!’ Josie murmured now as she bent over purposely to give Jason the full view of her arse as she grabbed her glass from beside the blaring loudspeaker next to them. Downing the dregs of her wine, she started grinding up and down on his thighs, hoping that she was not only doing a good enough job of hiding the fact that she was now on a comedown, but that she was also succeeding in getting him in the mood.

  Jason recoiled. Just the sight of Josie’s white arse bobbing up and down on top of him was too much. Closing his eyes, he thought about his young girlfriend back home.

  If Shelly could see him right now she would fucking slaughter him.

  What the fuck had he been thinking?

  His Shelly was a stunner; she’d knock spots off this old bint. Petite at five foot nothing, Shelly had lovely long blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. A tidy little figure on her too, even after giving birth to little Brandon, their firstborn son, just a few weeks ago.

  And here he was risking it all, for this?

  He was overcome with guilt.

  Fucking Dean! He could brain him for getting him into this mess tonight.

  Knowing Dean, he would be loving every minute of this; that’s how the sick fucker’s mind worked. He’d be revelling in having a sidekick for the night, purely for the fact that it meant he wasn’t the only one doing the dirty on his missus. Jason’s participation would be all the justification the man needed to help ease his conscience.

  Dean didn’t possess a moral compass; the man fucked anything in a skirt. Jason wasn’t like that.

  Until now.

  He’d been with his Shelly for almost two years, and in that time, he’d never even so much as looked at another woman.

  ‘I can’t do this… I’m sorry.’ Caught by his sudden pang of conscience, Jason pushed Josie away from him.

  This wasn’t right. He wasn’t a cheat. He couldn’t do this to Shelly.

  ‘Hey! Relax.’ Landing on the floor with a bang, Josie scrambled to her knees.

  ‘It’s okay. Chill.’ She tried to sound understanding, but already she could see that she had her work cut out for her tonight.

  Mandy and her fella were busy going at it like hammer and tongs in the kitchen; it was just Josie’s luck to get stuck with Mr Frigid.

  The bloke wasn’t just playing hard to get. He seemed genuinely nervous.

  Josie figured she knew exactly why too. She had seen it a million times before.

  This was his first time with a prostitute.

  All he needed was a bit of gentle persuasion. Someone to take control of the situation, and get him going.

  ‘Listen, if you’re not up for it, we don’t have to have sex, but they seem to be pretty busy in there,’ she said, softly. ‘How about I just give you a little massage, huh? There’s nothing wrong with that, is there?’

  Smiling sweetly, Josie firmly pushed Jason back in against the seat with one hand; at the same time, quickly slipping her other hand down inside the front of his jeans.

  ‘I dunno… ’

  Jason tried to shrug her off, but his cock betrayed his protests: responding instantly to Josie’s expert touch.

  ‘Just close your eyes and relax. You seem awfully tense… ’ Josie whispered soothingly, smiling to herself, triumphant, as Jason finally leaned back in the chair, allowing her to continue what she’d started.

  Thinking about the money that she was going to get, Josie quickly tugged down Jason’s jeans before he got any ideas about changing his mind.

  ‘You’re not doing anything wrong. I’m a fully qualified masseuse you know… ’ she lied, knowing full well that she was back in control. Just a little bit more coaxing from her and there would be no going back.

  ‘I dunno… ’ Jason protested, but he was rock hard now. His body was physically fighting against his brain.

  He had to admit, despite the bird looking a bit rough around the edges, she certainly knew what she was doing with her hands.

  He and Shelly hadn’t had sex for almost two months. She’d complained that she was too fat to have sex with him. Since the birth, it hadn’t been much better either.

  She’d already told him that he wouldn’t be getting inside her knickers again until she’d got back into shape and lost a bit of the baby weight. Jason had thought Shelly was just being silly; the girl didn’t have anything to worry about. Even if she had put on a few pounds, she always looked perfect to him, but he knew not to push his feisty girlfriend into doing anything she didn’t want to do.

  He could be waiting months until she let him sleep with her again. He didn’t even realise how much he was gagging for it until now. The massage felt so good.

  This bird was right; it wasn’t really cheating, not if he didn’t even fancy the woman.

  It was more of a service. A massage. A bit of TLC ‒ and Christ knows how much Jason had needed some of that lately.

  What Shelly didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her, would it?

  Closing his eyes, he groaned loudly as Josie replaced her firm hand with the warmth of her mouth.

  All thoughts of Shelly were suddenly pushed to the back of his mind.

  Feeling Jason relax properly now, Josie took her cue. Ignoring the discomfort of her chafed knees on the rough floor, she gave Jason all she had.

  She could tell by the way that his body was responding to her touch that he wouldn’t take long.

  She was glad.

  On a massive comedown from the gear, she was starting to feel a bit queasy.

  It didn’t help that Jason was thrusting at her now. Shoving himself further down her throat. Groaning loudly, completely oblivious to her struggling.

  He was almost there.

  She needed to focus.

  A few more minutes and it would all be over. Her job would be done for the night.

  She’d have made her money.

  Only now, the room was spinning. The walls were creeping in on her. She swallowed down the watery bile that threatened at the back of her throat. Her sudden overwhelming urge to be sick was interrupted by Jason’s rough hands as he grabbed at her hair.

  He was holding her head tightly now, guiding her up and down to match his own rhythm. He gave one final long grunt, and Josie didn’t stand a chance. Gagging, she threw up all over him.

  Mid-climax.

  ‘WHAT THE FUCK?’

  The acidic stench that filled the room caused Jason to retch too as he stared down at the woman, at himself covered in vomit, while his body continued to shudder.

  ‘What the hell are you doing?’ Disgusted, he winced, launching her off him. The shock an
d anger of what had just happened caused him to use more force than he realised.

  Josie toppled backwards. Losing her balance, she fell, her head cracking loudly against the corner of the coffee table, the wooden table legs crashing down under the force of her weight.

  She was out cold, a trickle of blood running from the cut on her forehead, a trail of vomit down the front of her exposed flesh.

  ‘What the fucking hell have you done to her?’

  On hearing the commotion, Mandy was in the room, half-naked, dragging her dress back over her body. She took in the scene before her.

  ‘What did I do to her? Look what the fucking bitch has done to me… ’ Suddenly defensive. ‘She yacked up all over me… while I was… while my cock was… ’ Jason couldn’t finish his sentence, mortified, as he stood with his jeans still down around his ankles, and vomit dripping from his legs.

  Grabbing the tatty-looking throw from the sofa, he started to wipe the sick from his skin, his face twisting in disgust at the sour smell.

  ‘Ah mate, this is just fucking comedy gold. Wait until I tell the lads at footie about this.’ Pulling up his jeans, Dean couldn’t help but roar with laughter at his friend’s predicament. ‘This is like something from one of those Carry On films. Here, I’ve got to get a photo.’ Grabbing his mobile phone ready to get a picture of Jason in all his glory, Dean didn’t expect the sudden blow as Jason whacked the phone straight out of his hand.

  ‘This is all your fucking fault, Dean. We should never have come back here. You fucking caused all of this.’

  ‘Oh, come on, Jason! I didn’t force you to stick your dick in her gob, did I?’ Dean held his hands up, feigning innocence.

  He’d never seen his friend look so angry. The bloke looked like he was going to burst into tears. Which only made the whole thing funnier as far as Dean was concerned.

  Listening to the two men talking amongst themselves, Mandy didn’t have a clue what the fuck was going on in here, but she could see that Josie was hurt. Going by the state of her face she possibly needed stitches too.

  ‘Josie? Can you hear me, babe? Are you okay?’

  Slowly Josie opened her eyes, instinctively raising her hand towards the gash on her head. She could feel the warm trickle of blood running down her forehead.

  She tried to sit up, but the room started spinning. The sharp bang to her head, mixed with the alcohol and gear still in her blood, making her feel dizzy.

  ‘Don’t move,’ Mandy said, watching Josie struggling. She realised that her friend was really hurt.

  She knew the drill. If a punter kicked off, no matter what the circumstances, you didn’t hang around to ask questions. Picking up her mobile, while Dean and Jason continued to argue amongst themselves, she tapped in a text message to Delray Anderton and pressed send.

  She looked down at Josie. Sprawled out on the floor, she tried to pull herself up but she couldn’t move. The woman was going to get an absolute bollocking, but there was nothing that Mandy could do about it. Her priority was to let Delray know that one of his girls had been assaulted. Otherwise, it would be her head on the chopping block.

  ‘Trust you to get landed with the munter though!’ Dean had tears rolling down his cheeks, his amusement undeterred by Jason’s foul mood and sudden sense of humour bypass. This was hands down one of the funniest things he’d ever seen. ‘I’m surprised you weren’t the one that threw up, judging by the state of her. I didn’t think you’d actually go through with it. The bird’s a skank mate.’

  ‘Oi! Why don’t you watch your mouth.’ Zoning back in on the two men’s conversation, Mandy glared at them, incensed at the audacity of the man behind her. ‘Have some respect. You’ve really bloody hurt her.’

  ‘Oh, have a laugh! Look at the state of her. The woman’s fucking slaughtered. She probably just fell over; she wasn’t that steady on her feet as we walked up to the flat if I remember rightly.’ Dean looked at Jason, expecting him to back him up. ‘Is that what happened, Jas, did the divvy cow fall?’

  ‘I only gave her a shove, just to get her off me. I’m covered in puke. I didn’t mean for her to bang her head.’

  Dean rolled his eyes.

  All Jason had to do was play along. It was his word against hers, and the bird was clearly off her face. Now he was holding his hands up, admitting he’d assaulted her.

  What a muppet. The bloke had so much to learn.

  ‘Look, unless you both want trouble, I suggest you pay up and get the fuck out of here,’ Mandy said, hoping the men would just pay what they owed and leave.

  Dean shook his head, ever one to spot an opportunity.

  ‘There’s no way we’re paying. Are you having a bubble darling?’

  They’d got what they’d come here for; well, he had, anyway, but if these women thought that he was going to pay for what had essentially been the worst fuck he’d ever had, they could both do one.

  ‘You need to pay,’ Mandy said.

  She needed to have some cash ready for when Delray got here. Maybe that would soften the blow. Though he’d only have to take one look at Josie to clock the score. He was going to be fuming, no matter what.

  Not only that, but Mandy didn’t take kindly to punters trying to rip her off. Especially ones as cocksure as this one. She’d worked her arse off tonight. She deserved her money.

  ‘Just pay her, Dean, then we can get the fuck out of here.’ Jason was starting to feel impatient, yanking his jeans back up. He’d wiped away most of the sick, but a damp patch remained on the legs. All he wanted to do was get the fuck out of here.

  ‘Pay her? Nah, these two ain’t getting shit from me,’ Dean said with a grin. ‘I’d rather spend my money on a doner kebab and a taxi home.’ He was thoroughly enjoying rubbing Mandy’s face in the fact that she wasn’t getting paid.

  ‘Well, don’t say I didn’t give you fair warning.’

  Hearing the key in the door, Mandy suddenly paled. Anticipating Delray’s reaction when he clocked them all. She almost felt sorry for these two twats.

  Almost, but not quite.

  She’d given them a chance, but they had refused her; both too stupid to do the right thing.

  They’d have to deal with Delray Anderton directly now – and they only had themselves to blame.

  Mandy’s only priority right now was Josie.

  Aware that Georgie and Marnie were upstairs in bed, she prayed that the two girls didn’t come down and see their mother.

  Josie looked awful, a trail of blood trickling down her face. Mandy was convinced that her friend needed an ambulance; only, it would be Delray that would be calling the shots now.

  Chapter Eight

  ‘This had better be fucking good!’

  Entering the room, Delray wrinkled his face in disgust as the putrid stench of vomit hit him.

  His eyes went straight to Josie who was now conscious but sprawled out on the floor, blood trickling from the cut on her head, her legs splattered with vomit.

  Glancing suspiciously over towards the two men in the room, Delray was glad that his mere presence had instantly rendered them both completely silent. It made life easier if these fuckers knew exactly who they were dealing with. It helped that his reputation proceeded him; everyone around these parts was more than aware of who Delray Anderton was.

  ‘Is one of you useless looking cunts going to tell me what the fuck has been going on here then or what?’ Delray addressed his question towards the two men standing awkwardly in front of him, then he looked at Mandy.

  ‘She was out cold for a few seconds, but I think she’s okay.’ Seeing the stony look on Delray’s face, Mandy instantly regretted texting him and telling him that Josie had been assaulted.

  These two brain-dead fuckers should have listened to her in the first place. This could all have been avoided. But Dean and Jason wouldn’t be going anywhere now.

  ‘It was an accident… it’s not what it looks like.’ Sensing their impending danger, Jason looked to Dean. But Dean app
eared to have lost his bollocks suddenly, staring back at Jason blankly, his eyes suddenly full of panic. Jason had heard that Delray Anderton had that effect on people, and now realised it was true; especially when he was standing in front of them both, gripping the metal baseball bat tightly in his fist.

  Up until this moment, Jason had thought that his night couldn’t get any worse, but somehow it just had.

  Anderton. THE Delray Anderton.

  ‘And what exactly does it look like?’ Delray said, a thunderous expression fixed to his face. There would be no placating the man with flippant excuses. Delray was out for blood.

  ‘’Cos from where I’m standing, I’m going to hazard a guess that one of my girls is hurt and one of you morons fucking well hurt her.’

  Jason shook his head profusely.

  ‘She… Josie… ’ Pointing his trembling finger over towards where Josie lay, Jason was determined to explain things to Delray in hopes of calming down the situation. ‘She yacked her guts up all over me. In the middle of, well, you know… ’ Jason felt his cheeks burn with shame as Delray glared at him, void of emotion. ‘She’s wasted. She fell. Whacked her head on the table. It was an accident.’ Realising the severity of the situation, Jason was babbling. ‘She was sick everywhere. I just wanted her to get off me. I didn’t know she was going to fall so hard. I just tried to get her away from me.’

  ‘So you pushed her?’ Delray asked, cutting the man dead, mid-sentence.

  He lifted the bat up above his head, ready to strike. Accident or not, anyone laying so much as a finger in the wrong way on any of Delray’s girls was blatantly disrespectful, and Delray was left with no choice but to rectify it.

  ‘I didn’t mean to. Please, it was an accident.’

  Ignoring Jason’s pleas, Delray didn’t hesitate. Slamming the bat down towards Jason’s head, he put the full force of his mammoth weight behind the swing.

  Jason tried to jump out of the way but, consumed by fear, his reflexes were too slow.

  The bat slammed into his shin with colossal strength.

  A sickening crack filled the air as Jason’s tibia shattered.