The Boss (16 page)

My bad temper died down slowly as we talked and drank. Soon Josie had joined us, then Pete and others, until it was the usual crowd all laughing and joking around the biggest table in the bar, just like old times except that I was in my work clothes. I called Mum to say I wouldn't be in for dinner and treated myself to a big plate of sticky cheese nachos, which left me feeling full and mellow.

I was on my fifth mix by the time Steve left, intent on getting an early night before his Calais trip. Both Pete and Dave were hitting on me, and I was drunk enough to want to torment them, not giving in to either but never rejecting them flat out either. Zoe was snogging with her new boyfriend in the corner, one tit peeping out from under her top as he felt her, which made the boys worse and ensured that I got my drinks for free.

By the time they kicked us out my head was spinning. Pete was no better, staggering, but determined to stick close to me, which only made me worse. Dave still had his old wreck of a car too, pulling open the door and jerking his thumb at the inside in an effort to look cool.

‘Get in, Fizz, we're going for a drive. See ya later, Pete.'

Pete immediately piled in, starting an argument and leaving me laughing by the side of the road. It felt good to be in control, but I didn't want them fighting over me and climbed in the back, snapping
my fingers at Dave as he tried to push Pete back out of the car.

‘Drive, chauffeur.'

He glanced back at me, and I could see the need in his eyes, close to desperation. Full of mischief, I put my fingers to the top button of my blouse, pushing it slowly open. He just stared, but Pete let out a howl like a demented wolf. They began to argue again, but I quickly put a stop to that.

‘Hey, shut up both you or I'm getting out. Just drive, Dave.'

Pete put on a triumphant grin, Dave his sulky face. Both wanted me, that was obvious. I wasn't sure what I'd do – maybe just tease them until they were ready to explode and leave them like that, or maybe let it go further if I felt like it. I was still smarting over the business with Martin and, despite a touch of guilt for Stephen, keen to show that nobody held me down.

We pulled out into the traffic, my senses too full of alcohol to care about whether Dave was too drunk to drive. I just lay back, watching the lights flicker past and the faces of the people spilling out of the pubs. As always, I recognised half of them, including a young man just getting into a taxi outside the Bull, clean cut, muscular, and last seen on his knees to an older man on our surveillance disc. I laughed at the memory, and suddenly a really evil idea had come to me.

‘Hey, boys, have either of you ever had a threesome?'

Dave nearly left the road. Pete spun around, staring right at me.

‘What? You saying you're up for it?'

‘I might be, if you behave yourselves.'

He let out another ear-splitting whoop as Dave finally found his voice.

‘What, like both of us at the same time?'

‘Something like that.'

His answer was a wordless expulsion of breath. Pete was still staring at me, his eyes nearly popping out of his head. I gave him a lazy smile and casually undid another button of my blouse. His tongue poked out to wet his lips, and as he spoke his voice was a croak.

‘Show us then, Fizz, go on.'

‘Uh-uh, not here. Keep going, Dave. Park up well out of town.'

He'd reached the turning for the Lynn Road, and sped up. I could hear his breathing, while Pete was staring at me as if he'd never seen a woman before despite the time we'd gone together. It was too good to resist and I undid another button, and a fourth, leaving my blouse wide open and my bra showing. Dave swallowed and I poked my tongue out, licking my lips as I took hold of the bottom of my bra.

‘Peek-a-boo, Petey.'

I jerked my bra up, spilling my breasts out into the flickering light from the street lamps overhead. Pete shook his head, staring wide-eyed as he spoke.

‘Fuck me!'

‘Maybe, if you're lucky.'

Dave could see in the mirror, his eyes as wide as Pete's and a single bead of sweat forming on his forehead. He put his foot down as he pulled away from town and the lights, leaving the interior of the car in near darkness save for the faint glow of the instrument panel. I began to play with my breasts, knowing Pete could barely see as I teased my nipples and stroked underneath to show off to him. Dave drove faster still, only to suddenly slam the brakes on and pull us in.

‘This is a good place. Fuck me, will you look at that!'

He'd turned the inside light on and craned around, both of them now staring at my chest as I toyed with myself. They looked fit to burst, and I was having trouble keeping the laughter out of my voice and sounding sultry instead.

‘OK, here will do. What would you like to do first, boys, spit-roast me?'

‘Yeah, great!'

‘What's that?'

‘When one bloke has her each end, you prat. A lot of footballers are into it, when they get groupies and that.'

‘Nice, we're going to do it like footballers.'

He began to scramble into the back, but I wagged a finger at him.

‘Uh-uh, not so fast. You boys always tell. This time I don't want you to.'

‘Yeah, yeah. We promise, right, Dave?'

‘Right.'

‘Uh-uh. I want to make sure, and I want to have fun too . . .'

‘Yeah, I don't mind doing that stuff you like, that's cool.'

‘Good, let's see your cocks then.'

They hesitated, wary of doing it in front of each other, which made me smile as I craned forward between the seats. Pete had his out first, already hard from watching my little strip show. Dave had quickly followed, but he was still limp, pleading as he spoke.

‘Give us a tug first, Fizz.'

I reached out immediately to take him in hand, enjoying the meaty feel of his penis, which quickly began to grow. Pete didn't know where to look at first, but quickly decided to take advantage of my bare chest,
slipping a hand down the back of the seat to cup my breast. He was pulling at himself as he did it, already urgent, so I gently detached his hand.

‘Calm down, Pete. If you're in such a hurry we won't get any fun, will we?'

‘I need it, Fizz, I tell you.'

‘Just take it easy, will you? Right, boys, who wants to fuck me first?'

I said it slowly, savouring the words, and both of them were demanding the right immediately, even though Dave was still only half hard in my hand. I went on, feigning surprise.

‘Both of you? That's a bit difficult. I tell you what, if you want to have me, you've got to suck the other guy's cock first, OK?'

Neither of them answered, both staring at me as if I'd suggested a cannibal feast. I burst out laughing, unable to hold it back and Pete finally found his voice.

‘Fuck that. That's gay, that is!'

I shrugged, leant back and began to toy with my nipples as I answered.

‘It doesn't have to be gay. You liked it when I let Josie feel my tits at the Dog and Duck that time, didn't you? Don't deny it.'

‘Yeah, but . . . I mean, Josie's a dyke, ain't she?'

‘Yes, but I'm not.'

‘Yeah, but you're still a girl. It's not the same for blokes.'

‘Why not?'

‘It's just not, it's . . . I don't know . . .'

‘It just ain't right, Fizz. Come on, you ain't being fair!'

Both of them had gone limp. I shrugged, enjoying myself immensely as I went on.

‘Come on, just for me. It doesn't mean you're gay, it's just to turn me on, and I promise I won't tell anybody.'

‘No way!'

‘Come on, Fizz, quit joking.'

‘I'm not joking. If you want to have me, I want to see you suck each other's cocks. You can do anything you like, I promise.'

I meant it. I was drunk enough and horny enough to try anything, but only if they went along with it. Dave had started to sulk, but Pete gave me a calculating look.

‘Like what?'

‘You tell me.'

‘What if you, like, let us watch while you piss?'

‘OK, if that's what you want.'

‘Through your knickers.'

‘You're a little pervert, do you know that?'

He didn't bother to answer, but bit his lip. I was willing, more than willing, because I'd found the perfect game, indulging my cruel streak while at the same time allowing myself to get into things I wouldn't normally have dared do. It's always easier to get heavy if you can pretend you're not just doing it because it gets you off, and my tummy was already fluttering at the thought of what they might make me do. Dave spoke up, perhaps catching the calculating look on Pete's face.

‘I ain't fucking doing it. I'm not a poof.'

Pete's face worked with emotion for an instant before he answered.

‘Nor am I, mate, but don't you want to watch Fizz piss her knickers?'

‘I . . . I don't know. That's a bit dirty, ain't it?'

‘What then? Come on, it's not every day you get a chick saying she'll do anything you want, is it?'

Dave had his sulky face on, and as he put one tentative hand to the car key I was sure he was about to spoil everything. I leant quickly forward, nuzzling my face against his neck as I took hold of his cock. As I kissed him my hand had burrowed into his fly, pulling out his balls as I whispered the dirtiest things I could think of into his ear. He made a sort of strangled noise, but his cock was growing rapidly in my hand as I kept on.

‘Come on, Dave, you want to do it, don't you? I don't mind, it turns me on, and I'll do anything, anything . . .'

Again he made an odd noise, then finally spoke.

‘I . . . I want to put it up your bum.'

I rocked back, letting go of his cock.

‘You dirty little pig!'

‘Yeah, well, you want me to suck Pete's cock!'

For a long moment we were just staring at each other, perhaps both thinking the same thing: did we dare use each other's demands to fulfil dirty fantasies? I like to be touched between my cheeks, and I'd thought about how it would feel to take a cock up my bottom, but it always seemed too dirty to admit to. Now, maybe . . .

‘OK, you little pervert, you suck Pete's cock and you can do what you want.'

Pete cut in immediately.

‘Yeah, and I get mine too!'

I nodded, now trembling with excitement and apprehension too as Pete spoke again, to Dave.

‘You tell anybody about this, Dave, and I'll fucking kill you.'

‘Yeah, right, like I'm going to tell anyone!'

They went quiet, exchanging guilty glances. I leant close, craning forward between the seats. Both still had their cocks out, Pete's soft, Dave's rock hard with his balls bulging out of his fly. Pete spoke again, his voice now full of uncertainty.

‘You going to get me hard, Fizz, or what?'

‘Uh-uh, I want to see Dave do it.'

‘You can be a real bitch, you know that?'

With those words he had swung around, offering his cock. Dave looked stunned, his face working in indecision, but he'd agreed to do it, and my heart was hammering at the thought. His eyes were fixed on Pete's cock, and he'd begun to go forward, only to stop. I reached out to take him gently by the neck, the way Steve holds me when he knows he needs to make me do it. He swore under his breath, then spoke, his voice thick with emotion.

‘This is for you, Fizz, not because I . . .'

‘Then suck his cock, Dave, now.'

I pushed his head down, right into Pete's lap, and he did it, his mouth open to take in the thick, flaccid penis. A powerful shiver ran through me at the sight, not sex so much as pure mischief, but he was only holding it in his mouth, not sucking, and already trying to pull back.

‘No, you've got to suck it, like I do. Come on.'

The look of consternation on his face deepened as I pushed his head down, and then suddenly he was doing it, sucking on Pete's cock as if he'd been born to it, with his cheeks sucked in and eyes closed in what I'd have been willing to bet a thousand pounds was pleasure. Pete was silent, his eyes shut, his fists clenched. I wanted to laugh, I wanted to scream, I wanted to dance in sheer, wicked delight, but I wasn't
going to spoil the moment. I kept Dave's head down, helping him get over his own feelings as he sucked on Pete's now growing cock. Again he tried to stop, again I held him in place, and at that he gave in completely, taking hold of Pete's cock as he sucked, quite obviously enjoying himself. Now it was sex, and I wanted to come. I let go, quickly tugging my skirt up as I spoke.

‘Good boys. Just carry on, and you can watch me if you like, Pete.'

He turned around, opening his eyes. I don't think I've ever seen a man look so vulnerable, and in return I felt I could do as I liked in front of him, and for him. With my skirt around my waist and my blouse fully open, I began to play with myself, stroking my nipples and the front of my knickers. Pete was hard, his cock a stiff rod in Dave's mouth, a sight so deliciously dirty I was already feeling the first shivers of orgasm even as I pressed my fingers to my clit. I pushed my knickers down, letting my legs come wide to show everything. Pete spoke.

‘This is worth it . . . yeah, Fizz, do it.'

I met his eyes, my back arched in pleasure as I teased my breasts and sex, my climax rising in my head. Dave was sucking harder now, a proper blow job, and on that thought I came, my body tight and my fingers busy between my open thighs as wave after wave of ecstasy swept over me, and as I finished Pete gave a sudden grunt and I knew he'd come in Dave's mouth. Before I'd even come down properly I was laughing, first at the sheer joy of what we'd done and then at the expression on Dave's face as he got his mouthful.

‘Now you know what it's like!'

He didn't say anything, his face screwed up in
disgust as he pulled back, but he'd swallowed, on purpose, and his own cock was rock hard in his hand. Obviously he'd enjoyed it, but it wouldn't have been fair to force an admission out of him, so I tousled his hair and kissed him as he sat up.