Cathy's Future.

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1: Cathy (narrative).

Cathy read through the short list of local jobs displayed on the electronic information board, and as was the usual case, they meant nothing to her. It was just routine. One day in every week she would visit the job centre to see what was on offer, but the only thing that made those visits important to her was the fact that she could meet up with ‘Kandy’.

That day Kandy was late and Cathy was not the only client worried about his whereabouts. She gazed around the reception area looking at familiar faces. Men and women of all ages, young single parent women with children in push chairs, groups of youths and middle-aged men reading newspapers or staring blankly and expectantly into space...waiting. Like Cathy, most of them were not there seeking work, but waiting for Kandy to arrive with what he had to offer. A tap on her shoulder made her turn quickly to see the stubble-faced man she had noticed quite often waiting with the others.

“Seen him love?” he asked. Cathy shuck her head in reply. “Bastard! I can’t wait here all fuckin’ morning. I have places to go and people to see. The twat owes me one.” She stared back at him and curled her lip in reply. He was not the only one disappointed by Kandy’s non-arrival.

Then everyone seemed to look towards the entrance at the same time. Kandy walked in and looked around smiling. Those who needed him wanted to rush towards him at once, but they knew that if they did it would only give the game away, and he knew the power of his presence as he grinned back at them.

Kandy looked as if he did not belong there with his expensive leather jacket and high fashion slacks. The two men that followed him stood by the entrance looking as mean and as tough as everyone knew they were and they waited. He noticed Cathy by the information board. Her blonde hair falling in loose curls and her petite youthful physique had always attracted him ever since he knew her during the past two or three years.

But she was important to him for business. Infact, she was the most important person there out of all the others waiting. He sucked his teeth and walked towards her, staring endlessly at her legs disappearing up into the short skirt that shaped her rear appealingly and his thoughts of what he would like to do to her began to race through his mind.

She looked back down at the notice board as Kandy stood behind her. “Bet you thought I wasn’t coming didn’t you?” he whispered, leaning into her intimately. “Well I’m here now.” Cathy opened her purse and handed back a wad of notes. “Good girl,” he told her as he snatched the money quickly from her fingers. “Looks like you’ve been busy on your patch. Things must be getting really desperate these days. All of your punters getting spaced out more than usual then?”

“The usual if you don’t mind.” Cathy replied. Kandy pushed into her even more and laughed. “And don’t get fresh. Just give us the stuff and leave me alone.”

“A bit short this week babe. Hard times upon us it seems.” He took out a package from his jacket and quickly dropped it into her open purse. “So I need a little more extra from you next week. Understand?”

Cathy continued to search the notice board as Kandy moved away to deal with his other individual clients in turn. “Fuck you,” she said, under her breath, watching him do his business. Small plastic bags exchanged hands for money carefully so as not to attract unwanted attention from prying eyes. She hated him really, but it was her only means of making some cash. A percentage cut of the takings and Kandy in a way trusted her with doing that.

“Miss Forest!” The voice made her look around towards the reception desk and her careers advisor looking as cute but efficient as always. “I want a word with you if you don’t mind. That is, of course, if you’re not too busy?” She walked over to him slowly, returning his smile and then stood looking back at him, irreverently.

“What?”

“I thought you might be in today for some reason. I get to know these habits you see. Part of my job to know these things.”

“Get on with it.”

“Well. I have something for you. Maybe a lot better than what you actually came here for in the first place. It’s a future even. Respectable. It’s something we tend to call work around here. But I don’t expect that you understand exactly what that is?”

“So cut the crap and tell me?”

“A job Miss Forest. I have a job for you. And this time I really want you to give this one your devoted attention. That is, if you have the time? It fits every single detail you want in a job. Or should I say, what you wrote down in your career profile a few months ago…remember that?”

Cathy stood and stared at him as he spoke to her with that usual sarcasm. She heard what he said, but at the same time she imagined him naked and sitting by the PC at home, masturbating to some erotic imagery extracted from an internet porn site. The thoughts in her head amused her as he handed over the slip giving all the details of the job assignment.

“You know Mister Burton. You remind me of my old maths teacher.”

“Oh do I? How so?”

“Yes…he was a real wanker, just like you.” She smiled and bid him a kind farewell.

The job was more appealing than she had imagined. The wage was generous. More generous than any other she had ever heard of for someone her age. There was training and even a day release education course, an office of her own and lots of flexible working hours, all paid for, that is if she could do it. It did seem more interesting than peddling drugs on her run down council estate and it offered a respectable future and an escape from her drab boring life with her ‘criminally’ known notorious family.

2: Paul – Dreamweaver32

“Yes Dear, No Dear, three bags bloody full Dear!” I said, under my breath, as Betty, my wife of twenty years shouted to me from the kitchen.

“Have you sacked that little tart you call a legal secretary, yet?” Resigned to another outburst of morality from my outraged wife, I wandered into the kitchen and told her that, yes; I had sacked Tracy and had already placed an advert with the local Job Centre for a replacement. I had actually brought some applications home, to read over that night.

It had all started at the firm’s Christmas Party. For some strange reason this year, Nigel, the senior partner, had invited all employees and their partners to attend. This turned out to be a huge mistake. Well, it was for me. Because, when the alcohol began to take effect, Tracy seemed to forget that Betty was around and grabbed me to have a dance with her. She was all over me, like a rash and when the music changed to a slower tempo, she pulled me closer and pressed herself into my groin…

“Paul, I want you again, let’s go to your office and fuck!” Tracy whispered, drunkenly in my ear. The reference to, again, was an evening we were working late the previous week. We had been flirting with each other for a while, but, until that night, we had never let it get beyond just a bit of fun. That night changed everything. What started out with a playful kiss, turned into one of the wildest nights of pure sex, I had ever experienced. We did everything. Everything in the dirtiest porno you can imagine, and we did it, in fact, I think we could write a brand new sex manual.

Well, I had had a couple of drinks and the memory of Tracy’s lithe young body and hungry mouth, broke down any resistance which I may have half heartedly, been showing. We separated and made our own way to my office. When I walked in, Tracy immediately threw her arms around me and we kissed, our hands wandering everywhere. Suddenly, the door burst open, the lights went on and Betty was standing there, hands on hips and her face like a slapped arse! She cried out, calling Tracy all the whores under the sun and then started yelling at me to take her home. She wanted words with me.

There was a stony silence all the way home from the party and as Betty had not been drinking, she was doing the driving. I took a glance down at the speedometer and noticed that she was hammering the speed limit; I was about to say something, but, too late. We were pulled over by the police car, which had been following us all the way from the office. If looks could kill, I wouldn’t be here now. She looked at me and I knew that I was going to get the blame for this on top of everything else.

Luckily, the policeman recognised me and let Betty off with a sharp warning. I don’t suppose that her flashing her nylon-clad legs at him did any harm either. She didn’t realise it, but she could be as much of a flirt as me at times.

All hell broke out when we got home that night and I was still getting the backlash, hence her insisting that I get rid of Tracy. I tried to tell her about employment laws, but she was having none of it, she just wanted Tracy dismissed, being the vindictive bitch she is. I didn’t think that this was the right time to remind her that, this was how we first met, an office party twenty years ago!

So, Tracy had gone. It cost the firm a pretty penny, but Betty got her way in the end. I told her that I would be conducting interviews the next day and I sarcastically asked if she would like to be present. This attracted yet another withering glance and she turned her back on me.

I looked her up and down. Betty was still a very attractive woman and for two pins I would throw her dress over her head and take her there and then against the kitchen sink, but I knew she would think that I had gone mad and would probably cut my nuts off with the carving knife. I guess I was just lucky that she hadn’t walked in on Tracy and me any later, or she might have done just that.

I retired to the spare room, where she had, ‘suggested’, I sleep and looked over the list and details of the applicants I would be interviewing the following day.

3: Cathy – Sienna.

“A Job? What fuckin’ job? I need you here to help your mother!” Dad was drunk as usual and I just sat back in the armchair and took it as it came. “Who’s going to watch these kids?” He pointed to my younger brothers, Danny, Max and Willy, sitting on the couch behind him. “These little bastards will be up to all sorts. I have enough problems with Kenny.”

Kenny was my older brother and I hardly saw sight or sound of him as he was either serving another short sentence in prison or out on the ‘rob’ with his mates. Dad was certainly trying I must say, but it made no difference to me. No matter what he said, I was determined to atleast try to find a job like Mum. Only better.

“Have you seen Kenny lately?” I asked Dad. “He was in court again today.”

“See what I mean? Little bastard! What did he do this time?”

“Don’t ask me! You’re his father aren’t you? Besides, he’s a man now so I suppose you care even less about him.” I stood up and spat my words into his face. And that was my mistake. Dad never hesitated once. If he was going to hit you…he did. My face felt the slap and it hurt. In shocked, I stared back at him.

“Don’t you ever fuckin’ shout back at me!” he said. I just left and ran upstairs to my bedroom. It was my sanctuary, the only space in my life I could call my own and the tears began as I cried, not only in pain, but also in anguish of the way we lived.

I loved my Dad really. But ever since I was a child I saw what unemployment and alcohol did to him. He was a nobody, a man who had lost his pride and self-esteem. But I had to escape from all of this somehow and maybe give my Mum and younger brothers a chance.

Lying on the bed I wiped away my tears and looked at the job card. A junior legal secretary seemed a good thing to help me escape. The money was really good with both training and education thrown in; it was a passport to my future. I had to attend the interview in the morning if I had any chance at all. Already I had wasted my youth, and at nineteen I could not let this opportunity pass me by so easily.

“Cathy!” Dad called up to me from downstairs. “Make sure these little brats are in bed will ya! I’m going to see a few mates at the Levers Arms.” And no sooner had Dad left the house; all three of those little ‘brats’ had escaped onto the streets to wreak havoc no doubt until the early hours of the morning. And as usual, Dad would never notice them missing, as he would return home later, even more drunk than he was already.

And poor Mum? Her night shift did not finish until dawn at the club she worked at earning almost next to nothing, as she worked the bar. She was lucky in one respect. Mum was still attractive enough to put on her make-up and look the part of a sexy barmaid. And if she found out that Dad had hit me, then it would cause a major argument, and so I had to keep it quiet as I always did.

I needed someone to hold me tight right there and then. But I was alone with only my wild imagination to console me. And so I lay back on the bed and closed my eyes, and let my fingers do the rest.

4: Paul – Dreamweaver32

Trying to put all thoughts of Betty and her tantrums to one side, I started to go through the applications. There were the usual no hopers amongst the applicants who probably needed help writing their own names. And the ones applying, because if they didn’t, they would lose their social security benefits, did show some potential possibilities.

One had included a picture and my eyes were drawn to it instantly. There was a haunting innocence about her, which was not reflected in her eyes. When you looked closely, there was a much wiser and mature looking woman staring back. This young girl, who said she was nineteen, had been around a bit and judging from her address, she would have to be very street wise, just to survive.

I thought how different Betty and my upbringings had been in comparison to the applicant, Cathy Forest. Betty and I met when I joined the firm twenty-one years ago and she was the only legal secretary employed there at the time. We hit it off immediately and began dating. All pretty much textbook stuff, I met her parents, she met mine. Our parents met and also got on well, so inevitably really, we fell in love and got engaged. Our sex life was awesome back then and we always seemed to be ready to shag at the drop of a hat, but then, what horny twenty year olds aren’t?

After the usual white wedding and honeymoon in the Maldives, our parents convinced us to take out the biggest mortgage we could afford and get the biggest house we could find in our price range. Needless to say, they helped us out; and now we are living in a four bedroom, detached house on the outskirts of Sheffield, which is far too big, considering we have never had children.
Not from the lack of trying, I may add, it is a medical problem with Betty. Something from her childhood days it seems. It didn’t bother us too much, but I think now that she is getting older, she is beginning to resent it and has switched the blame to me. Our sex life has dwindled away to a routine, once a week, mandatory fuck. That was probably why I found Tracy so refreshing, if she wanted it, she was just begging for it.

My mind began to wander back to the one night Tracy and I had together. She had been dressed in her usual smart office clothes, but what I didn’t know until later was, that she was not wearing panties and was wearing stockings and suspender belt. My eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when she stood in front of me and slowly stripped down to just that. She grinned at my obvious lust, driving me nuts.

“I guess you like me in this outfit Mr. Hargreaves? I wore them just for you, most men like girls in sexy lingerie and judging by the bulge in your trousers, you are no exception.” She knelt between my legs and taking my zip in her delicate fingers, she lowered it and brought out my very aroused and very stiff manhood. I watched as her pink tongue playing around the rim and dipping it into my slit, taking my pre cum and running it over the head of my throbbing cock. I could feel my heart beating faster as my cock twitched between her lips and she took me all the way in. Her tongue felt wonderful as it swirled round and round, taking more and more of me almost into her throat.

I had never had ‘deep throat’ before and it was all I could do not to ejaculate on the spot. She must have sensed me struggling to hold back, but instead of stopping, she increased the tempo and I knew she wanted me to give her my first load in her mouth. Not to disappoint her, I relaxed and allowed my spunk to spew from the end of my cock, filling her mouth with so much juice that she either had to swallow or let it ooze out.

She swallowed! And; as I felt her doing that, I released more of my creamy cum until I had no more to offer. As I sat back on my chair, I saw her licking her lips, not wanting to waste a drop. She smiled sexily, climbed onto my desk and lay back, legs spread open. She spread her moist lips and said to me, ‘your turn, I think Mr. Hargreaves!’ That was just the beginning; the rest of that night will remain with me until the day I die.

Resisting the urge to give my hand a ‘pearl necklace’, I picked up Cathy Forest’s resume and again I was drawn to her picture; I was really beginning to look forward to meeting this young lady.

5: Cathy – Sienna.

I must have sent myself to sleep feeling contented and it was daylight when I woke up. I could feel someone lying next to me and I noticed it was my Mum. It was relief more than anything to find that it was her. And I knew at that moment in time, that for some reason, Dad had refused to have her in their bed. Another argument perhaps or maybe she refused him sex.

I didn’t disturb her, knowing that she would have only been sleeping a few hours. And then I realised that this day was the day of my job interview and I began to feel anticipation. I really needed that job and I had was going to have it no matter how hard I had to try.

I pushed open the bathroom door and there was Kenny. He lay in the bathtub, one leg hanging over the side and completely out cold. I sat on the toilet and relieved myself before he stirred, looking at him with both disappointment and admiration. I loved him. He was my big brother despite the bad things he got up to. I always understood why he had to do the things he did. I knew that he never burgled poor peoples houses, only those who could afford it. And it had become a way of life for people like him…like us.

While I was sat contemplating how I was going to get him out of the bathtub, he opened one eye and looked at me. “Oh, hello our kid.” I looked at him quickly and leapt to my feet flushing the toilet. I had to be careful with Kenny. One of his unfortunate ways was to get familiar with me given the opportunity.

As much as I loved him, I didn’t feel any lust for him. He was my brother. But there had been many times he would try to have sex with me and the one occasion he did. I knew it was wrong, but I didn’t tell anyone.

I needed to use the bathtub and told him to find somewhere else to sleep. He got out and grinned at me. “Fancy giving me a quick blow job?” He asked, but I laughed it off. Seeing me in my nightdress must have made him horny and he turned me towards him, forcing me to sit on the washbasin. “Come on our kid, I’m desperate.” He began to lift my nightdress and I looked down. “Take this off. I want to see you naked. It’s been a long time since I saw you in the raw.”

“Kenny stop.” He managed to lift it as far as my breasts. “Don’t do this, please. You know I don’t like it. What if someone came in? The door is unlocked. If Dad catches you he will kill both of us.” But no matter how much I pleaded with him, Kenny had both his hands on my breasts, thumbing my nipples and even my own resistance was starting to fail. He was affectionate and so gentle. Kissing my bottom lip only turned me on even more and we started to kiss passionately like lovers.

He had girlfriends and I know he had sex with them too. He was a bit of a Romeo and quite handsome really. It was a pity he was my brother, as I would have found him quite irresistible with ease. But this was wrong. It was incest and I was only beginning to come to terms with it.

“Kenny, don’t!” I pushed him away gently. “Not now. I need to bathe and get ready for a job interview. I’m going to make this one work for me. I need it.”

“Not as much as I need you right now. Let me make you dirty. Then you’ll have a fuckin’ good reason to have a bath,” he said, pushing against me. “My cock is hard and I know your little cunt is dying for it.” He put his fingers into me and twisted them, searching. “You’re fuckin’ dying for it aren’t you Cathy, aren’t you?”

I pushed him away, sending him reeling into the bathtub. “Don’t do that Kenny!” I warned him. “Never do that…ever. You hear me! Now fuck off out of this bathroom and leave me alone!”

One thing I could do was assert my self appointed authority upon him and the other three brothers. It was something you learned to do, being the ‘second’ mum around the household. And my bad temper was something I inherited from Dad I suppose.

Kenny got up and walked out, cheekily licking his fingers to annoy me. I vowed to myself I would never let him touch me again. Not like that. Not for sex, even though I did find it hard to resist sometimes. I wasn’t getting sex from anyone apart from masturbation, as the local lads were not what I considered as good shags. My aims were targeted at something much better than them. I even thought of having sex with girls, as I knew that some of my friends would be willing to try it.

Later that morning I looked at myself in the mirror. I was dressed to kill and this time my prey was not a free, single, well-off guy in a nightclub, but a job, which I needed desperately. My hair was frizzed and volumized, my make-up light but effective and the dress fit me in the right places, showing what I needed to show in order to raise attention in my favour. I just hoped that my photograph gave me a head start, because the rest of me was coming!

6: Paul – Dreamweaver32


I awoke with a raging hard-on, the dream still quite clear in my mind. It was back to having Tracy in my office, she was bent over my desk and I was shagging her for all it was worth. Just as I felt I was about to cum deep inside of her, I turned her around and pushed her down to her knees in front of me. I wanted to see my spunk coat her pretty face and watch as she licked every drop of it into her sweet mouth. When she looked up at me, it was Cathy Forest’s face I saw, the girl in one of the application photographs, not Tracy’s. God, where did that vision come from, I thought. I hadn’t even met her yet and already I was dreaming about her. I took another look through her resume and almost decided, there and then, that she had the job.

The job she was applying for could be quite a demanding one and one that I hoped she would be able to cope with. Nigel had decided, a while ago, that we would take on clients who were in the legal aid scheme. This, of course, meant we had to deal with a lot of low life characters and meet with them in their own localities, something I was never keen to do. It was a very good earner for the firm, so we had no option, but to go along with it. Tracy and I often went to neighbourhoods that neither of us would be seen dead in, under normal circumstances, but, because of who we were, we always had a certain amount of protection from our clients.

Breakfast was conducted in our usual silence, Betty watching television and me having a quick read at the paper. I only took a couple of pieces of toast and a cup of tea, so it never lasted unduly long and as I got my briefcase, I gave her my usual farewell. “Goodbye my love, have a nice day and don’t work too hard my sweet.”

She glanced up from the television, glared at me and said; “I guess you are so cheerful because you are interviewing prospective bed mates today? I’m warning you now Paul, one more episode like the one with Tracy and I’ll have you in court quicker than wink. You will be left with nothing, is that understood?”

“Oh yes, my Dear, I fully understand. I have learnt my lesson; I just wish you would understand that it was a moment of madness and one not to be repeated. I’ll see you tonight, bye.” ‘Unless you are hit by a car outside your precious gymnasium, or are abducted by aliens or some such wonderful thing, to bring a smile back to my face’ I muttered under my breath.

When I got to the office, I found everything set up for the interviews and I began to look forward to my day ahead. Or, was it that I was just looking forward to meeting Cathy in the flesh, so to speak?

My fears from the previous evening were well founded. The first two applicants were as thick as two fridge doors, the next was a young lad who was only there to satisfy his social worker’s demands and the last could hardly string two words together without swearing. Where did the job centre find these people? Were they rejects from the Trisha show? All I knew was that they were bugging my happiness and I was getting more and more depressed by the minute. I checked over the list and my heart gave a leap, Cathy was next up and when she walked into the room, my day suddenly became brighter. Her picture had not lied; she was a vision of loveliness. She had obviously taken an effort to prepare for this interview and I was impressed already. After the usual, confirming her age, name and address, etcetera, and then I asked her my first question.

“Why do you think you would be the right person for this job Cathy?”

7: Cathy – Sienna

Watching Joey Bamford walk out of the interview office was a bit of a surprise. Lets face it, the teachers at school used to throw him out every time he bothered to turn up, so what chance did he have of getting this job?

“Ay kid, what the fuck are you doin’ ere?” Joey asked. I tried to ignore him but he zoomed in on me like a dose of clap in Mad Maggies Brothel. “Tell ya what, that bloke in there is piss easy. Show him ya fuckin’ tits and the job’s yours me duck. Fuckin’ magic!” He walked out of the reception laughing and almost slammed the door from its hinges. I was surprised he even turned up for the interview.

“You can go in now Cathy,” the receptionist reminded me, breaking my amazement in finding a dick brain like Joey in a place like this, on a job interview rather than being a client. “Miss Forest…you can go in now.” I composed myself, regained my senses and focused on what I had to do. That job had to be mine.

Mister Hargreaves shuck my hand and told me to sit down. He seemed to be quite happy with how I looked and started reading my profile. As I replied, a little nervous, he looked at me over his reading spectacles smiling. Then he sat back, run his hands over his face and asked; “Why do you think you would be the right person for this job Cathy?”

I thought a while. I couldn’t tell him I wanted to better myself…or could I? Afterall, he wanted to hear something smarter than that. And smart was what I had to be. “I want to be a solicitor. Like you.”

His eyebrows raised and he leaned forward onto his desk. My answer seemed to surprise him somehow. “I see. Do you know what being a solicitor entails? I mean it’s not exactly a ‘romantic’ profession. It’s not as glamorous as it is on TV.”

“I know that.” I think my answer might have given him the impression I was a little bit thick. “You lot have to deal with crack heads like that last sample that you’ve just interviewed. I do know what its all about you know.” He started to smirk which made me feel uneasy.

“Cathy, have you ever thought of a career in social work?”

“What? No way! I spent my life hiding from that lot of…” I suddenly remembered where I was and I realised that I was already making a mess of things in less than a few minutes.

“Hold on love…I mean Cathy, sorry. I think you stand a very good chance here. You seem to be what we are looking for. But how streetwise are you? Because you are certainly going to need it. And may I just say also, that courses we send you on are quite demanding. We need to know atleast if you can read and write. But I already see by this resume that you have sent us, and it’s surprisingly informative with a photograph included, that you can manage to string more than just a few words together. Infact, I’m impressed.”

I began to settle down after he told me what he thought and smiled. “Thanks Mister Hargreaves.”

“Now. How would you cope with the likes of say…Mister Bamford, my last visitor? Could you stand the abuse and bad language that might be hurled endlessly at you? I noticed you mentioned that you do know him? Is he a friend?”

“Him! No way! He owes me for atleast three weeks…” I stopped to think before I said anymore. I almost gave myself away. Selling drugs on our estate for Kandy was something that even friendly solicitors did not know about. Well, atleast I thought it was. “…Lets just say he owes me money. And I would never hang around with a head banger like him anyway. I do have high standards you know.”

“I’m sure you do Cathy. I can see that. But can you deal with the likes of him?”

“You mean handle them?”

“Yes…handle THEM.”

All the time Mister Hargreaves kept on looking at me all over, and I assumed that the way I dressed was atleast working in my favour. But these people were good at trick questions, so I thought very carefully about my answers.

8: Paul – Dreamweaver32

Cathy’s answer somewhat surprised me I must admit, I expected the usual bullshit, better myself crap, but no, she wanted to become a solicitor and was prepared to do it the hard way. She would start at the bottom and take advantage of the firm’s free education programme, which showed me she was not shy of hard work. We would just have to see if she had the aptitude for it when the time came. I actually hoped she would, but I didn’t want to tell her yet that she virtually had the job.

“Cathy, have you ever thought of a career in social work?” Was my next question and again she surprised me.

“What? No way! I spent my life hiding from that lot of…” She started to reply. I cut her off before she could continue and I think she looked quite relieved. She was about to tell me something I did not need to know so I pressed on and asked her how she would cope with a brainless ‘neanderthal’ like Joey Bamford. More surprises, not only did she know him, but, she had had some sort of dealings with him and he owed her money. Again I had a feeling that she wasn’t telling me everything. I would have to be very careful around this young lady; she was as sharp as a tack

While she was telling me how she would ‘handle’ awkward clients, I was checking her over, trying very hard not to appear like a dirty old man. Oh yes, she had made an effort to dress smartly for her interview, but I’m afraid that a revealing, skin tight, short dress, with FMB’s, or Fuck Me Boots, as they are otherwise known, was not the attire we would be looking for in this office. She could give the Pope an erection, looking as she did. I know I was having trouble concentrating and I could just imagine the comments she would attract from some of our less savoury clientele. Advising her on what to wear around the office and out in the field would come later, for now I wanted to know more about her,

“Tell me about your home life Cathy?” I asked. “Are you free to work late hours, do you have a boyfriend and would he be alright with, you working late hours…with me?” She visibly stiffened at this question and I wondered if I had hit a sore point. She gathered her thoughts and composed herself, which I liked and I could see that she was a thinker.

“Have no worries on that score Mister Hargreaves. I am a big girl now and I can come and go as I please. As for having a boyfriend? I am afraid; my sights are set a little higher than the riff raff I ever get to meet. I am not being a snob, but could you see me settling down with the likes of Joey Bamford? Having to look after him, have his brats, watch as he drinks himself to oblivion and be there whenever he wants to have a quick…” Again, she stopped herself from saying something, which might have upset me. “I’m sorry, forgive me please Mister Hargreaves. The answer is I am available for any hours you may require.”

I thought I had hit a nerve mentioning her home life; and her opinion of the local male talents matched mine. I would love to know more and I had a feeling that she could teach me a lot of things about the lifestyles of the ‘underprivileged’ as the social workers liked to call them.

“Well Cathy, I think I have heard enough for now.” I explained. “Are you free to return tomorrow afternoon? I will give you my decision then.” I knew that this was not the usual way of advising someone if they were successful or not, but I very much wanted to see her again and have another chat.

I walked around from my side of the desk and we shuck hands. Just her touch sent a shiver through my spine and I looked down into her eyes; I almost took her into my arms and kissed her. What the fuck was I thinking! I had only just met the woman. But then she smiled up at me with an impish grin, as if she was saying, ‘I’ve got you!’

“Yes Mister Hargreaves, I’m free tomorrow afternoon and I look forward to seeing you again. Thank you for considering me for the post and; should I get it, I will do my best to make sure that you are not disappointed with what I have to offer.”

If I were not mistaken, as she said that, her hand tightened slightly in mine and there was a glint in her eyes, which I hadn’t noticed before. I think working with Cathy could prove to be a very interesting proposition.

9: Cathy – Sienna.

Walking away from the office and down the high street I kept on repeating his name in my head…Paul Hargreaves…Paul Hargreaves…and I wondered what it would be like to be Missus Cathy Hargreaves. He was quite a nice guy and despite our age difference I thought that a man like him could really teach me something. I was having another stupid fantasy and came back to reality again as I turned the street corner to catch my bus home.

On the bus, I thought about what kind of life I would have if I were married or living with a man like Paul Hargreaves. I wondered if he was married. Maybe he was a bachelor, living alone in a big expensive house on a posh estate. Then I thought of him living with his mother, old and frail. That sent shivers down my spine and it put a stop to my fantasies instantly.

The bus reached the estate where I lived and I stepped off the bus, making my way to our house. As I looked around I saw the black car with shaded windows following slowly, moving at my pace. I started to walk faster and as I did the car moved faster with me, in order to keep up.

“Cathy…Ay!”

I recognised the voice. So I stopped and looked around. The rear passenger door opened and I looked in. “Hello there.” Kandy said and grinned at me with his two distinctive gold teeth glinting. “Get in. I need a word with you.”

“I can’t. I have to go home to sort something out.”

“Get in!”

When Kandy gets mad, one thing you never do is ignore him. I stepped in and sat beside him. “Good girl. Just a quick word to settle a little problem.” The door slammed shut and we sped away down the street like it was Silverstone. But that was not un-common where I lived, as the joy riders had already broken the world land speed record time and time again. “What is it Kandy…something up?” I asked.

“Yes there is. Your takings are definitely not up to what they should be. And I was kind of thinking that you might have been taking a little extra for yourself? But not that I mind. I just wished that you had the respect to tell me first.” He was a real smoothy and always looked calm and distinctly chilled. I folded my arms and settled down to listen to his banter with a clear and open mind. “Now you know that I trust you and lets face it…I have this special place in my heart that makes me kind of soft on you.”

“Well Kandy, that’s really nice to know that someone appreciates me.” I replied.

“Oh yeah, I appreciate you baby. But when you start to rip me off I kind of feel hurt inside. You know, really makes me sad because that trust is broken. So I feel that I’ve been let down and that annoys the fuck out of me. Know what I mean baby?”

I nodded my reply and made ready to give him my excuses. But Kandy had a real cruel streak and it came through quickly. The smooth guy turned nasty as he thrust his hand on my thigh and gripped. “Now you need to pay.”

The pain increased the more his hand began to grip. “Look, Kandy, I was going to explain to you why I needed to take that extra cut. There is no need to get rough.”

“No! You don’t seem to understand baby. I don’t need any excuses. You have to pay me back, the way I like it. And don’t struggle, because you get me really angry. So why not do both of us a favour and…start stripping.”

I had heard of this before. I thought they were bad and malicious rumours about Kandy and I never believed them. “You’re kiddin’ me Kandy. Please tell me you’re kiddin’ me. This is a joke…right?”

“Baby, I may be laughing, but this is no joke. Now start stripping!” The look on his face told me that he meant it. I hesitated, and he began to suck on his teeth, which was a sure sign that he was getting angry. So I did as he commanded and began to take off my boots, unzipping each one slowly and looking out to see where we were. From what I could see, we were heading for the outskirts of the city and into the open hills. And those rumours began to look realistic to me all of a sudden. That was where he intended to dump me, on the open moors, half naked and hitching a lift back home. That was, after he had his way with me.

“You know something? I’ve been meaning to find out how sweet you really are,” he said, watching me strip down to my underwear as I slipped the dress from over my head. “You got the nicest little tits I ever seen, you know that baby? They are a credit to you and I got to tell you, you look after yourself real good. Now take off that bra, nice and slow so I can enjoy being tantalised. I already got a hard on for ya and its comin’ at ya real soon.”

I removed my bra, sliding it slowly away from my breasts and as they became exposed he began to suck on his teeth once more, this time, with arousal not anger. And then I looked down at his groin and I could see that he had his cock in his hand, stroking it. “Want to taste me baby…its really hot for you right now? Come on, try it…get your lips around it and suck it baby. Suck it real good for the Kandy Man.”

I didn’t object openly. I leaned forward and took him into my mouth and began to suck and lick him, gently, and I have to admit, seeing his cock had somewhat aroused me too. I could taste his salty pre-cum and I knew that he was about to cum anytime by the way he started to moan and slide his hand into my panties, searching out my moist lips with his fingers.

“Oooooohhh baby…you are so fuckin’ good at this!” he called out as I sucked on his cock, wanking him off at the same time with my hand. “Oh yes! You’ve done this before…oh fuck! You are good!” His fingers began to press against my clit as I moved faster and faster on him. And I was cumming too, making my panty gusset soaked through with my release and I opened my thighs wider so that he could get better access.

His warm creamy cum shot into my face…once…twice…and I kept on wanking him with my fist clenched tight, until he begged me to stop. “Ok baby…ease off!” he leaned back into the seat as I let him go.

“Didn’t think I could do that did you Kandy?” I said smiling back at him. But I made a bad mistake. He looked back at me licking his lips and suddenly grabbed me by the hair holding and pushing my head back. And it hurt real bad!

“You’re good. But you’re a bitch, just like the rest! And I hope you are ready to learn your lesson. Because we have only just started baby!”

I walked along the quiet moorland road by the side of the stone wall. My hair was a mess, sticky with streaks of cum and my mascara had run, making me look like some half cut wild goth on a hiking trip. My pussy ached and it felt so messy from the fun that Kandy and his driver had in fucking me.

And those rumours were real…oh so real. I was dumped and feeling sorry for myself in the middle of nowhere. Atleast they allowed me to put my clothes back on and I were spared his reputation for cruel humiliation.

As I made my way towards the city, many cars going in both directions passed me. I wasn’t ready to thumb a lift as I felt dirty and I needed to think about what I had done to deserve what happened. My God! I had just been raped…and the thought of that made me weep again.

I heard the beeping horn of a car that pulled up just passed me. I tried to ignore it, but the driver beeped his horn again, obviously determined to raise my attention. And I thought that Kandy was back for more! Sending his mates to have a go, as if he and his driver was not enough.

10: Paul – Dreamweaver32


As Cathy left the office, it was as if someone had turned the lights out. I watched as she confidently walked down the corridor, her FMB’s clattering on the dark wooden floors and her buttocks jiggling quite provocatively with the outline of her panties clearly visible. But a thong was one of Tracy’s favourites and something she teased me about mercilessly. She even put one of her thongs, into my desk drawer one day and you can imagine my horror when, I opened the drawer to retrieve a document. It wouldn’t have been so bad, but Nigel was in my office at the time. I don’t think he saw it, but it was a close call.

The rest of the interviewees were much like the ones from the morning and besides that, my mind kept drifting back to Cathy and the faint hint of her perfume on my hand. I even found myself thinking back to my earlier dream and how it was her face in place of Tracy’s and I wondered what the future might hold.

“Well! Wotya’ reckon Mista’ Hargreen’…gonna’ give us the job or what?” My reverie was spoilt by this pimply-faced little arsehole sitting opposite me. He was dressed like all the other yobs in the area and I doubt very much whether he was even literate. He is not just unemployed; this excuse for humanity was unemployable!

“See the receptionist on your way out young man, she will sign your application to prove you attended this interview and I do not expect to see you again, that is unless you are a client. Goodbye!” I wanted to say more, but I knew it would be useless, he got what he wanted, which was a signature of attendance and I was glad to see the back of him. And having no PA was getting to be a pain in the arse, but I did my best with my two fingered typing and rattled off an offer of employment for Miss Forest and finally it was time to go home.

I loved the drive over the moors; it could be so changeable depending on the seasons. What I didn’t know, then of course, was how this particular drive was going to change my life forever, for along the road in the distance I spotted a figure who looked vaguely familiar and as I got closer I realised it was Cathy Forest.

I pulled up beside her and beeped the horn. She just kept walking, head down and shoulders heaving; she seemed to be in distress and was crying her eyes out. I cut across her, beeped the horn again and opened the passenger door. I was shocked! Why was she out here on the moor…sobbing like this?

I could hear her raving as she walked up to my car… “Come back for more you bastard? You not had enough of your twisted fun then? Brought more of your fucking crack head mates to totally humiliate me! Well, come on then, let’s get it fucking over with asshole!”…Then she saw me looking back at her as she looked in. “Oh My God! Mister Hargreaves, I thought it was somebody else, forgive me please!”

I couldn’t believe this was the same girl who had not long ago left my office, so full of life and enthusiasm. This girl was bedraggled, tear stained, her make-up a mess, but what struck me the most was the look of utter defeat and hopelessness reflected in her eyes.

“Get in the car Cathy, we need to talk, I want to know what happened? Just get in love.” I said. But for some insane reason it set her off on another bout of hysterics. Gingerly she climbed into the car and sat staring out of the windscreen. I could see she was hurting, both physically and mentally, so I put my arm around her to offer some comfort, but she flinched her shoulders, pushing my arms away. “Ok…Cathy, in your own time. I’m not going to hurt you. Trust me. Just take it easy love.”

Eventually, when she had finished telling me the whole sordid episode; and I am sure she didn’t tell me everything, I felt sick and I could feel my anger rising. “Right Cathy we are going to the police, these sick bastards have to be stopped. They can’t go around treating people like this, rape is a very serious offence, give me their names and we will have them off the streets quicker than they can even think about running away from this.”

She slowly turned to face me; there was a sad and sincere look on her face. “Mister Hargreaves, I guess you will not be employing me after this, so let me tell you what really happened and the way it is for me, in MY life, Ok?” I nodded and let her continue.

She told me that if she went to the police, they would not take any serious action and would probably just increase her sense of humiliation. This sort of thing is an everyday occurrence on the poverty and crime ridden city estates. Where she lived, people had grown to accept it. Drugs rule and the dealers are in charge of virtually everything going; they rule the neighbourhood by fear and expect to get everything their own way. The police are powerless to intervene, as the people are too scared to ever testify against them, they value their lives too much.

After getting her to open up to me, Cathy got into full flow and I heard about years of misery and frustration pouring from her heart. She first witnessed rape in her own home. Her own father was a vicious, drunken layabout and if he wanted sex, he took it. It didn’t matter to him that the kids were still around, he would just take her mother, whenever and wherever he wanted it.

She knew of many girls her age, who had been the focus of their own father’s twisted lust and even some who sold their daughter’s bodies to anyone with enough money to get them their next hit of drugs or booze.

“Do you see now Mister Hargreaves, why I can’t take this any further? It would just cause more problems for my family and me. I will understand it if you didn’t want to give me the job. Somebody with my background is not what you want for your fancy office.” This brought on another bout of tears and my heart went out to her. I wanted to hold her tight, but remained cautious just in case she objected again.

“I’ll decide who I want for my ‘fancy office’ Ok? Cathy they have to be stopped, one way or another; and together, I think we can do it, are you with me? Think carefully before answering, because it won’t be easy! You will come home with me now, for your own protection and stay with my wife and I, until this is resolved. We have plenty of room and I am sure she will understand, Ok?”

The last bit, I was not so convinced of myself, as I was hardly the flavour of the month at the moment, as far as Betty was concerned.

11: Cathy – Sienna.

I just could not believe that Paul Hargreaves had to find me in such a state, miles away from the city, my home and his office. My heart was so set on getting that job and now those chances had been blown. Anyhow, it didn’t matter to me anymore, the whole thing was gone forever and so I told him everything. That my life was worth nothing, and I was where I was for the rest of it…until I died, which didn’t seem that far away.

The silly man started raving on about reporting things to the bill. But nobody reports this type of thing to the police unless you are dead. I had been raped as a punishment. I was lucky! And the likes of Kandy and his gang just keep on going until some other gang comes along and takes him out.

Then I heard him say; “…You will come home with me now, for your own protection and stay with my wife and I…” I looked at him, as he started up the car and continued ranting on about how bad things were getting in society. There was no way I could do that.

“Can you drive me home please? Or just drive me to the nearest pub and I’ll get someone to collect me.”

“No Cathy, I don’t think that is wise. We need to work this thing out between us. I’ll call your mother myself when we reach home, and I’ll explain things. Betty, my wife will understand.”

I folded my arms and stared at him for a while. “Excuse me Mister Hargreaves, but since when have you decided to take control of my situation?” He looked back and smiled as if what I had just asked meant nothing at all to him.

“Since I started to care about you. And to tell you the truth that was sometime today before lunchtime let me assure you. And don’t make me explain what I just said…it’s complicated.” I knew these people had a way with words, but what he just said completely baffled me. So I remained quiet and let whatever was going to happen, just happen. Besides, this could be fun I thought, as I didn’t much fancy the idea of going home.

I soon discovered that Mister Paul Hargreaves lived in one of the small moorland villages on a tiny estate built for the likes of posh well-off people such as he. The house had a driveway and a built on garage. One press of his key thob and the door slid open while we slowly drove towards it, and then straight inside as the door slid closed behind us.

“Wicked!”

“What is? I thought it was a bargain having this garage built. Could fetch a tidy sum on the market. Nice location, good friendly neighbours.”

I looked at him again, still confused as to what he was going on about. I mean, to me I was rescued and whisked to a world that I knew existed, but only dreamt of being part of. Our Kenny would have a great time checking this place over to see what was worth robbing. “You can get out now…we are home.”

It was getting out of the car and I realised that I had left my shoulder purse by the side of the road. I made a very unpleasant comment that raised his eyebrows with shock instantly. I quickly explained myself only to realise who was standing behind me as I turned around.

“Cathy, this is my wife Betty. Meet Cathy Forest dear. I’ll explain things, don’t worry.”

She was a middle-aged woman and quite the type you would find living out here in a house like this. Her face gave me the impression she had just swallowed a wasp and I knew right away I was not really all that welcome. So, I smiled and held out my hand.

“Hiya!”

“Paul, what on earth are you doing?” She asked, completely ignoring my greeting. “What have I told you about bringing your work home with you. You know its not good practice to befriend clients.”

I stood and watched the opera unfolding before my very eyes. He was stammering and stuttering, trying to explain things and she just went on and on about it. I was used to watching this kind of thing on comedy TV, so I just took a strole around the garage while they sorted things out between them.

“Rape! Who on earth did that? You poor thing!” Suddenly I was noticed. She beckoned me towards her and looked at me. “Don’t worry my love, we can call the police and sort things out right away.”

“No. Betty…listen…” Paul took his life into his own hands and began to explain further. “We can’t call the police. The situation is a little more complicated. I agree with you, the police should be involved…but not on this occasion.”

Betty looked at me and folded her arms. “She looks a bit of a mess right now, but I don’t think she is a rape victim. You’ve been tricked again Paul. She’s trying to take you for a ride.” I shrugged my shoulders and waited to be told to either get back into the car or worst still, sent hiking.

“Betty! Just shut the fuck up for once in your life and stop interfering!” Even I stood totally amazed by his reply, never mind Betty who looked as if she was hit across the face with a wet trout. “Set the table for three and let me deal with Miss Forest in the way I see fit…is that clear?” Betty simply turned and walked back into the house without a word. Paul looked at me, took my arm and escorted me inside. “There, enough said I think.”

12: Paul – Dreamweaver32

If the situation had not been so serious, I could have laughed at the expression on Betty’s face; and Cathy’s, when I told her to, ‘shut the fuck up’ and stop her interfering. I suggested that she go and set the table for three and that I would take care of Cathy as I saw fit. If only I could, I thought briefly and felt a familiar stirring in my loins.

Betty spun on her heel and stormed off. If I guessed correctly, and all I would be getting for dinner that night would be cold shoulder and a hot tongue. She does not like it when I get assertive and lets me know it, in no uncertain terms.

I looked over at Cathy and she was grinning at me with that cheeky little smile of hers. “Well! Now you have met my dear wife Betty. You see…I said everything would be just fine. Now let’s get you settled into the guest room, and a nice soothing bath. Don’t worry she will come around and accept the situation sooner or later. She’s probably cooking us a delicious meal, as we speak.” No sooner had I uttered these words, we heard a screech of tyres and Betty’s car taking off down the driveway like a bat out of hell. “Oh well! Maybe I got it wrong. She is probably on her way to the health club and the best place for her, it will give us some time to be alone and discuss your new position with the firm.”

Betty seemed to spend a lot more time at the health club recently, ever since our altercation over Tracy, which led to a much better atmosphere in the house, so I never thought any more about it.

I took Cathy upstairs to the spare bedroom. “By the way Cathy, out of the office, you can call me Paul, is that OK?” I grabbed a fluffy bath towel and handed it to her as she looked around the bedroom. “The bathroom is just opposite.”

Cathy took the bath towel from me and looked across at the bathroom. “Are you sure this is going to be Ok Mister…er…I mean, Paul? Are you sure Betty won’t mind me staying here a while? I don’t think she was very happy when she left. Infact, I don’t think she likes me anyway.”

She looked so vulnerable standing there as I piled her up with a few other toiletries. My heart was telling me to give her a huge hug, but I had to keep my distance, not wanting to appear to show my inner feelings about her. “Don’t worry, Betty is always a bit peculiar with strangers.”

Her whole demeanour had changed since she entered the house. Her eyes swept around incessantly, taking in what I suppose to her was the sheer luxury of it all. I assured her that it would be all right and then took her into the bathroom itself. There was a door connecting the master bedroom, making it en suite. “Wow! A loo in the bedroom; and a footbath!”

She turned on the tap of the bidet and I laughed as she almost soaked herself with the powerful spray. As much as I would have liked, to stay, watch or even help scrub her back, I left her alone to take care of things. So I pottered about in the kitchen, grilling us a couple of steaks and preparing some chips and salad to go with them.

Cathy looked as if a good meal would not go amiss and perhaps the bottle of chilled Rioja I had opened would help her to relax and put aside the awful events of that afternoon. Although, since I picked her up from the roadside, she seemed to have forgotten them already. I was amazed at her resilience, but from what she had told me, it was her life and something that she had learned to cope with. It made me wonder about life itself amongst the unemployed ranks of our inner cities today. It certainly seemed different to what I had become accustomed to. For a ‘classless society’, things did seem a bit daunting to say the least. And maybe I needed to learn a lot more than I had realised?

I heard the toilet flush and a few minutes later she appeared at the kitchen door. If I had not been attracted to her before, then seeing her standing in the doorway with just the towel wrapped around her slim young body would certainly have made up my mind. Her hair was tousled and damp, all traces of make-up were washed away and her skin was glowing. Her feet left wet prints on the tiles as she walked across the kitchen floor towards me. And then, to my surprise, she planted herself onto my lap.

13: Cathy – Sienna.

I had never seen anything like it, except on the TV. The house was immaculate, clean, and tidy with everything in place. It was huge compared to our house and so much space. These people had all the modern stuff, which wasn’t robbed or hired in debt. Then again, the realisation hit me as Paul and his dragoness wife Betty had worked for everything they had.

Betty just left. I knew she hated me. But I didn’t much care for her either. She reminded me of my old headmistress. Stupid cow! Infact, I bet she was a headmistress or maybe some authoritarian stuck up bitch…like my social worker.

Paul shown me the bedroom I was staying in. It was about the same size as my own, which I shared with Mum on those odd nights she escaped from Dad’s drunken clutches. But this room was fresh and tidy. A thick soft carpet, a duvet that looked really soft and comfy and flowered curtains at the window that was atleast twice the size of the windows at home and a better view of the world outside.

When Paul shown me the bathroom I noticed that it connected with another bedroom. There was a toilet, shower and a footbath type thing next to the huge bathtub. I loved it! I wished that I could live in a place like this, and maybe one day I will stop dreaming and something like this could be all mine.

I tried the footbath and the jet sprayed upwards. I didn’t want to appear stupid so I just smiled back at Paul, innocently as he laughed. I assumed it was one of those strange basins that posh people have for cleaning their private bits and turned on the bath taps.

“I’ll leave you to it. I will be downstairs making something to eat.” Paul closed the door and left. And I was alone, thinking about everything that went wrong that afternoon. I suppose I asked for it. I should have been more honest with Kandy perhaps.

As I stripped from my clothes I re-lived every second of what happened. The stale smell of sex brought everything back to me concerning the rape. And I just wanted to get rid of it, forget what happened and just treat it as a bad experience to learn from. I was lucky to get away with what I did. Atleast I was alive and uninjured. Others had taken worst than me according to those rumours, which I thought were untrue until now.

I slipped under the bathwater, soaked my hair and reached for the expensive shampoo. This was certainly a change. And already I began to feel much better. The soothing water cleansed my genital parts as I washed away the dirty man cum left behind. I was just so glad they never came inside of me. The worst thing ever that could happen would be an unwanted pregnancy. And I now realised the rumours of Kandy’s illegitimate children…and the possible reasons of how they happened. I shivered with the thought and hugged myself tightly.

My mind began to make up all kinds of things while I sat in that gorgeously soothing bath. One thought was Paul. He was a very kind man and quite handsome compared to other older men. I knew he was ‘oldish’, but he kept himself fit and healthy. Perhaps more healthier than lads of my own age. And, nothing like my boozing paranoid schizoid Dad.

I was clean and fresh once more, but miles from home. I was hungry and wondered what Paul was cooking-up for scran and it was time to find out, as I jumped out of the bath, wrapped the towel around me and then flushed away my panties discreetly down the toilet where they belonged.

Paul was sitting in the kitchen reading the newspaper. I stood a while looking at him as he stared back. And I noticed that look he had was one of desire. A look I had seen many times from many men as they pondered my sexuality perhaps? Whatever, I needed a cuddle and I trusted him.

I sat on his lap and looked back into his grey eyes. “Paul, can I say honestly, that I really do appreciate what you have done for me today. And I want to really thank you for suggesting I might have got the job…that is, if I have. But more than anything…” I ran my fingers through his hair, noticing some grey strands here and there. “…I want to ask…how can I repay you?”

His hand rested on my thigh and I looked down and then smiled back at him. “You can give me a big hug if you like.” He gulped and looked at me with a growing look of sheer desire. At that moment I knew that Paul’s feelings ran deeper than just caring for my well being. But I hardly knew him.

Suddenly, he threw his arms around me and pulled me close to him. It felt so good to feel his tight hug, his secure arms and his warm breath against my neck. That was what I desired more than anything at that moment, but his hand drifted towards my head and he pushed up my face to meet his lips.

I closed my eyes and savoured that moment. His kiss was wonderful. And I began to enjoy the long passionate frenchy we indulged in. “Why did you do that?” I asked.

“Because I couldn’t resist. You made me do it. Did you mind?” I shuck my head in reply and helped myself to more! The second kiss lasted longer and I felt his hand touching my breast under the towel, searching fingers finding my nipple and gently pulling. Then suddenly he stopped and stood up, lifting me onto my feet beside him. “I’m sorry Cathy…please forgive me love. I don’t know what came over me.”

I did not mind! I was beginning to enjoy his affection. It was like the gropes I usually get from lads, including my weird brother on occasion, but Paul was gentler with his touches. “No need to apologise…really. It was ok, honest.”

Paul shuck his head and dashed to the cooker. “Dinner is almost ready.”

14: Paul – Dreamweaver32

God help me, I knew it was wrong, but when Cathy sat on my lap and asked me how she could repay me, I couldn’t help myself. I put my arms around her, pulled her tightly against my hard chest and nuzzled her neck. She smelt so fresh and felt so soft and warm, as she allowed herself to melt against me, and I instantly became aroused. I tilted her face towards mine and we kissed.

This is how I remember kissing Betty, all those years ago and this was how kissing should feel. Her soft lips parted and our tongues met, exploring, probing and tasting. As we came up for air, she asked me why I had just kissed her. I didn’t know why, I just knew that, from the first few moments we met, she was never far from my thoughts and my brain was in emotional turmoil. I told her it was her fault and that I could not resist her, adding that, I hoped she didn’t mind.

She just smiled and replied by initiating the second kiss, which was as every bit as wonderful as our first. My hand slid inside the towel and rested on her pert breast. I could feel her heart beating faster as my fingers found her nipple and it hardened when I pulled on it gently. And it was at that moment, that my conscience intervened; I jumped to my feet, pulling Cathy with me.

“I’m sorry Cathy…please forgive me love. I don’t know what came over me.” She told me that there was no need to apologise and that everything was all right. I could not believe that I had tried to seduce her, especially so soon after those apes had violated her. I shook my head, disgusted at my own weakness and hurried over to the cooker to check on our steaks.

I kept my back turned, to hide my embarrassment and called over my shoulder, “Dinner is nearly ready Cathy. If you look in the wardrobe in your room, you’ll find some clothes that will do you for now. It is where Madam keeps last week’s cast offs. Probably not your style love, but at least they should fit.”

I tried to lighten, what I felt was, a very awkward situation. Damn! What must she think of me? Not in the house for more than thirty minutes and I was acting no better than the animals who raped her and that is when I got my next surprise as she crept up behind me and put her arms around my waist, reached over and turned off the gas rings and whispered in my ear, “I meant it Paul, everything is fine, I was enjoying what you were doing and I want you to carry on, from where you left off.” She giggled and I felt her fingers slide over my crotch, “Why don’t you show me the wardrobe and help me to choose some suitable clothes. After all, I will want to look my best for my new BOSS, won’t I?”

Suddenly, all my high moral thoughts and guilt disappeared and quicker than her brother could hot wire a car possibly, I took her once again into my arms and kissed her passionately. Still with our lips locked firmly together, I picked her up and effortlessly carried her upstairs to her room. There was nothing of her as she was as light as a feather, or was that just a boost I was getting from my heightened level of testosterone?

I placed her on the bed, stood back and began to undress. While I was trying not to show how eager I was to join her, she slowly undid the towel and let it fall away. Although she was so slim, everything was in the right proportion. Even lying on her back, her breasts stood firm and proud, her nipples standing erect were like small thimbles and I felt myself responding in the time-honoured fashion. I had trouble getting my zip undone as my cock was pressing so hard against the material of my slacks. She giggled and ran her hands over her tummy and onto her thighs, slowly parting them and letting me see her aroused sex. This didn’t help me in the least and as I struggled with the zip, it caught on the skin of my shaft. I yelped, but luckily it freed quickly and I was soon, as naked as she was. When I cried out, she giggled again.

“My poor baby, would you like mummy to kiss it better?” She knelt up and put her hand around my shaft, pulling me towards her eager mouth and licking her lips, all the while looking into my eyes. I held her head between my hands as she softly enfolded the helmet of my engorged cock between her hot lips.

I was in heaven, Betty had stopped doing that for me years ago and until my brief encounter with Tracy, I thought it would never happen again. Her tongue was everywhere, along my shaft, over my glans and even licking the pre cum from my slit. I wanted to reciprocate in this oral love play, so I lay down beside her and buried my head between her outstretched thighs. Seeing the livid mark on her thigh, where someone had grabbed her that afternoon. This momentarily made my blood boil, but that was soon forgotten, as the scent of her glistening womanhood invaded my nostrils.

When my tongue made contact with her smoothly shaved outer lips, I felt her moan softly against my aching cock and I had to exercise all my will power not to climax too soon. I wanted to ensure that Cathy got as much pleasure as me from our first sexual encounter and that we would both cum together.

I gently pried her puffy lips apart to expose her core, which was surrounded by delicate petals, the colour of coral. I licked the full length of her hot slit and felt the hard nub of her clit, stirring beneath its protective hood of soft skin. My lips and tongue teased her, as she was teasing me and I sensed that very soon we would both achieve our goals. Her moaning increased and my hips were thrusting myself deeper into her mouth. By now, her juices were flowing so copiously, that her heady aroma filled the room.

This could not last much longer and with cries of ecstasy, we both released our cum. I gathered her sweet nectar into my mouth and savoured the taste, just as she was doing with mine. I turned around to lie beside her and held her against my heaving chest. She placed her lips on mine and we shared the taste of each other’s juices and I wondered why fate had brought this girl into my life.

15: Cathy – Sienna.

I really did like Paul. He showed me kindness and affection, which I rarely got anyway. And so I thought, why not have sex with him? I was prepared to give him a blowjob and I loved being tongued or fingered by a guy who knew what he was doing and Paul certainly knew how in my opinion. The sixty-niner we did was amazing!

Paul was my very first middle-aged married man. And yes, I can honestly say that my thoughts about experienced men rang so true. He knew how to make me feel good and more than anything else, he kept me on the boil until we both came together, as he filled my mouth with his spunk, which tasted not much different than any other guys, except that his was a little more sort of ‘spicey.’

I noticed Paul liked to play as we lay together snuggling up. His fingers were constantly thrusting into my pussy and making me almost cum again as I stared into his grey eyes wondering how much he really did fancy me. And more important of all…was he falling in love? Because, so far I only felt affectionate towards him. I had the job I wanted thanks to him and he was so kind and considerate.

“What are you thinking about Cathy?” he asked. I smiled and poked his nose gently. Then I went to see what that wardrobe had to offer as he watched me. It didn’t matter if they were his wife’s cast offs, as I needed to wear something. But her fashion sense was nothing like mine and she was two sizes bigger than me, as I sifted and sorted through the expensively labelled items.

Suddenly the front door to the house opened and Paul jumped up and grabbed his clothes, “Jesus H Christ! She’s back.” He ran out of the bedroom and no doubt into the bathroom as the wonderful Betty stomped upstairs. I sat on the edge of the bed and waited for her to throw open the door.

“Oh I see you made yourself at home then?” I looked up at her and simply smiled back. “Good…I just hope you appreciate what we are doing. I suppose you had a bath or even a shower?”

“Of course.”

“And where is he hiding?” she asked.

“Don’t know. I have not seen him in ages.” I lay back and stretched my arms out wide watching her looking at my naked body. “I think he was making something to eat.” She glanced at my groin and then at my breasts. “Like what you see?” I asked. This made her feel uncomfortable and she looked at the open wardrobe and the pile of clothes on the carpet.

“Did you find anything to wear? You are a bit on the small side.”

I leaned on one arm resting my head in my hand. “I know. What do you suggest?” She piled everything back into the wardrobe. “Nothing much good for me in that lot. Besides, its far to expensive for me don’t you think?” She tried to ignore me, which made me laugh. “I could always walk around naked.”

She turned and looked at me, throwing a bathrobe in my direction. “Not while I’m around young lady. Now put that on for now and I’ll get your own clothes cleaned, somehow, before you leave.”

I watched her leave the bedroom and begin her search for Paul by calling out his name until he replied…”In the bathroom dear! Have you had a good evening?” This just made me laugh even more as I buried my face into the duvet to prevent them both hearing me. It was just like they were a couple on a TV comedy show, and it made me think about how the middle-classes were so realistically portrayed.

Later that evening Paul called me down for dinner. They had set the table neatly for three and they were already waiting for me to arrive in the towelling bathrobe. I pulled up a chair at sat with Paul on my right and Betty on my left, both at each end of the table. There was a plate set for me and already piled with a delicious dinner, which I wanted to devour there and then, but I waited. Maybe they said prayers or something? I thought.

“Tuck in.” Paul said with a smile. I looked at him, then at Betty. She was still trying to avoid me by glancing away. “You’ll like it, I promise. It’s Betty’s favourite. Isn’t dear?” She ignored him, so I just picked up the knife and fork and got stuck in.

They both began to watch me and I slowed down. “Well…I don’t usually get this at home…pie and chips from the chippy usually.” Betty shuck her head and continued picking at bits and pieces of the food on her plate. Paul however started to grin to himself and then winked at me, which was cute and so I returned a smile quickly before Betty could notice.

“So when do I start?” I asked, devouring the final fork load of meat. “I can’t wait, I’m so excited.” Betty dropped her knife and looked across at him instantly. I realised what I had asked was going to be yet another bone of contention in his poor sordid life with the missus from hell.

“Paul, have you given Cathy that job? I bet you didn’t even consider any of the others did you?”

“My dear, let me just set things straight here for a moment…”

“No! I think you’re being stupid! This is going to be just another Tracy thing isn’t it?”

“Betty…Betty…will you just keep quiet for one moment and listen!” he replied, and bingo, I was almost plunged into another mad domestic argument over my presence in their lives. “I already selected Cathy before we even met again. She was the best out of them all.”

“So why is the successful candidate now sitting in our dining room? Come on Paul, you are making this far too obvious.”

“She was raped! On the bloody moors and I found her.”

My head was going from side to side as they both began to argue in turn. And I was the reason for it, which began to upset me a little, and by the time Betty mentioned the word “Whore,” that was it. I saw red and I was not sitting there being insulted. There was no way that I was whore.

“Fuck this!” I pushed back the chair and stood up. “I’m not listening to anymore! I shouldn’t be here and I don’t know why I even bothered. I want to go home where I belong.” I turned to Paul amidst the sudden silence. “Please take me home…now.”

“Oh Cathy, I’m sorry. Forgive me.” I looked at Betty and for the first time, she looked at me as if I was human. “I didn’t mean to upset you like this. Please sit down and accept my apology…please.”

16: Paul – Dreamweaver32

After nearly being caught out, I continued preparing the evening meal and added an extra steak for Betty, who had retired to her room to shower and get changed. I reflected on how close a call the incident with Cathy had been and how I had heard her laughing at my discomfort. I would have to keep a very close eye on her and hope that my first instincts were correct. I had already asked Tom MacPhee, the company private investigator; to check up on her background and I hoped he would find nothing untoward.

I called Cathy down for dinner and she appeared in a bathrobe, presumably, one that Betty had given her. She looked very sexy, especially, as I now knew what lay beneath the robe and I pulled out a chair and sat her down. There was an awkward silence for a moment. Cathy started at her food like a starving animal. She realised that we were watching her, so she slowed down and told us that she was more used to fast food from the local chippy.

Betty continued to ignore her and I managed to give her a reassuring wink and that, was when she mentioned the job. Suddenly, Betty wasn’t so quiet anymore, finding fault with my decision to give Cathy the job, motivated by the memories of Tracy no doubt. This sparked up an argument as usual, making Cathy feel uncomfortable. She reacted as anyone would I suppose, threatening to leave.

I looked at Betty in amazement, she had actually apologised. I was gobsmacked. In twenty years of our marriage, I had never heard her say sorry, not once, to anyone. Things were looking up. I bet things would have been different if she had walked into the bedroom earlier, catching us both naked, lying there.

I had only just met this girl and yet, when I saw that she looked quite serious about leaving and going home, I felt a sadness that I could not explain and I looked up at her.

“Sit down Cathy, Betty didn’t mean what she said, and she has apologised. Apart from which, I have had a few glasses of wine and couldn’t drive you home anyway. So…stay Ok?”

She glared at Betty and slowly sank back into her chair. Betty was silent for once. “Are you getting Cathy’s clothes ready for the morning Darling?” I asked. “And haven’t your soaps started on TV?” She was just about to reply, but my glances prevented it. No words were needed.

“Yes Dear, I will leave you two alone to discuss what you are going to do about her clothing arrangements. It wouldn’t do your blood pressure any good at all, having her walk around like this every night.” Betty replied. And no truer words were ever spoken. Then as she was about to leave she turned to Cathy. “I suggest you start by going somewhere a little more upmarket for your clothes dear.” She could not resist having another go at Cathy. But, I let her go, quite happy to be left alone with my prospective employee.

I smiled at Cathy again and gave her thigh a squeeze under the table. She looked at me as if she still wasn’t sure and then her remarkable resilience shone through and she put her hand on mine and slid it higher. She smiled as I immediately looked towards the door, as if I was expecting Betty to be standing there, watching.

She moved my hand further upwards, until it was resting on her mons and I felt her legs slowly part, to give my probing fingers access to her moist slit. I pushed my chair closer to hers and she repaid the compliment by placing her hand on my groin and began stroking. Our lips met in another passionate kiss. I knew then, that if I were not very careful, this minx would steal my heart and soul.

I heard Betty moving around in the lounge and suddenly I came to my senses. I broke away from Cathy’s lustful embrace, pushing my chair back quickly, looking at Cathy. “I’m sorry love, but I can’t just throw away twenty years of marriage and risk losing everything.” I told her, whispering loudly. “What happened earlier was impetuous and sheer stupidity on my part…”

“Ok, you want the job, you don’t have to buy it with sexual favours, you were the best of a pretty pathetic bunch and you have it by merit.” She looked at me in surprise, I don’t think she was used to having her sexual advances rejected, nor used to having such spontaneous responses thrown almost thrown at her.

Cathy shrugged her shoulders and with a typical teenager response, she said, “Whatever. I just thought you might enjoy something a bit different to the old dragon for a change!” With that said she pushed back her chair and stormed off to her room. I didn’t expect it, but I suppose I deserved it in a way.

I clasped my hands to my head thinking, what the fuck had I done? I not only had Betty to contend with, I now had a snippy little minx, who I hardly knew, giving me grief as well.

17: Cathy – Sienna.

Did I want to be there? I certainly didn’t want to go home, atleast, not yet as I thought of the problems I faced. At Paul’s house I was safe, despite having to put up with the dragon he had for a wife. It was so much better than having to face another evening with my crazy family and the prospect of meeting Kandy again.

I lay on the bed and thought really hard. Even with this job, I still had to live with my family until I could afford to get away. And that was going to be hard. I needed to be somewhere safe, but still keep in touch with them. Deserting them completely was not my intention. Mum needed me right now and so did the lads. And as crazy as they were I needed them too in a strange kind of way. I just wished my life were easier that’s all and as I often did, I cried myself to sleep. Crying seemed to make things better, for a short while.

I suddenly woke to the swish of curtains and the bright sunlight in my eyes. “Come along lady…its time to get up I think.” I rubbed my eyes and saw Betty standing by the window. “Your clean clothes are on the chair. But God only knows what underwear you were wearing, so I let you have a pair of mine. Best get a shower I think…start the day nice and fresh.”

I watched her leave, closing the door behind her before I threw the quilt back, dived out of bed and started checking my clean clothes. And I realised at that moment that Betty was not only a dragon, but also someone I could get used to. If only my Mum was like her…sometimes.

The smell of breakfast filled the house as I crept downstairs. Paul was sitting at the table sipping tea and reading the newspaper. He looked up and smiled at me as Betty walked in with a plate of eggs and bacon. “Get this inside of you. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day. But I suppose a mug of coffee is all you get.”

“If I’m lucky.” I replied. I could see that Betty was not used to backchat as she looked back at me. I sat at the table and got stuck into the meal. It was heavenly. A properly cooked runny fried egg with crispy bacon was something of a luxury, especially on a plate with toast and not thrown between two slices of stale dry bread. And as fingers were more available than knives and forks, I tucked into it, licking the yolk from my fingers and thumbs. However, Betty thought it was poor etiquette as she watched on. But this time I couldn’t care one bit what she was thinking. And Paul raised his paper, dying to laugh at her expression.

Later, Paul drove towards the city. I had no idea where I was going at that time. “Cathy, I’m taking you home.” I turned and looked at him with horror. There was no way I wanted him to visit my family. “You can pick up a few things if you want. Pack an overnight bag or something and stay with us until I can make arrangements. And I’ll have you working in the office as soon as possible. I need to arrange things with the partners.”

I was expected to give him directions to my home, but I had my own thoughts about that as we neared the street I lived on. “Stop the car!.” I ordered him. He put his foot down on the break quickly and I jumped out, hoping to run away out of his view. But Paul followed in the car as I made my way towards our house and something I wished there and then I did not want either of us to see.

“Bastards!” Kenny was being escorted to the back of the police car by two burly cops, with his hands cuffed securely behind him. “Fuckin’ bastards! You know I don’t deal in that stuff! So why are you arresting me?”

I watched in horror as they drove him away. Paul watched on too from his car. He wound down his window and called over to me. “Cathy, is everything all right love?” I tried to ignore him as I walked up the path and inside the house. Mum sat on the couch and looked up at me.

“Well, the wanderer returns.” She said. “They raided us this morning and found drugs stashed under the kitchen sink. And I suppose you don’t know anything about it d’ya?” I sat on the chair and realised that all my stash had been confiscated on top of the fact that Kenny had been arrested for it. This was a set up.

Paul knocked on the door and let himself in. “And who the fuck is this?” Mum asked. Paul started to introduce himself but I butted in to do the honours. I explained exactly whom he was, holding nothing back. “Oh I see. You have someone who can help you to sort all this out then?” Mum walked away, brushing past Paul as if he was nothing important and I looked at him.

“I can see now why you didn’t want me to come here.” He said. “But I’m used to dealing with people from this type of…”

“What? Go on, say it. Because as you can see for yourself, I am part of this. This is my life Paul.” He lowered his head and then Willy, one of my younger brothers ran in from outside.

“Ay our Cathy, Kenny’s been lifted by the pigs!” He looked at Paul, not noticing him at first and went quiet. I held Willy close to me. “Are you a pig mister?” he asked. “Have you come to take my Cathy away as well?”

“No son. I’m a friend.” Paul replied.

Paul took us both into the city and a popular burger bar. He watched as Willy tucked into his cheeseburgers like the little animal he was. But it wasn’t often that he got to eat there, and a treat that was a long time coming. Willy sucked the coke through his straw making gurgling noises that made Paul laugh and I gave him a quick slap across the back of his head. “Stop it you little tyke!” This made Paul laugh even more as he watched Willy roll his eyes.

“Is he the youngest?” Paul asked. I gave Willy a side-glance and nodded my reply. “You must have your hands full? I mean looking after your family and everything else.”

“I take it as it comes. I’m dying for a ciggy.” Paul searched through his pockets and produced a packet of cigarettes and a lighter, handing them across the table to me. I was surprised to discover that he smoked. I lit up and savoured the taste of tobacco after such a long time and it felt really satisfying.

“It’s bad for you…smoking I mean. Didn’t realise you smoked.”

“I don’t all that often. Just when I feel like it.”

“I suppose you smoke the draw?” Paul asked as he lit up a cigarette himself. I looked at him, knowing full well what he was asking. I nodded in reply, but I’m sure he expected the answer I gave him. Who doesn’t smoke the draw when it’s readily available? “I used to smoke it too…once, not too long ago. When I was a law student. Until I met Betty of course.”

I listened to him reminisce about the times he was a student, thinking how lucky he was to have an education so easily available. I had to put up with the prospects of a quick cheap course offered by the job centre. He went to university.

Then he talked about Betty with admiration. I couldn’t help thinking that they loved each other so much and how the romance between couples tended to change over the years into something else, but still love prevailed in its own way. Like Mum and Dad. Something held them together despite their miserable lives and the little hope that they had both achieved after twenty-two years.

“Betty wasn’t always like she is now,” he said. I told Willy to go and sit outside in the arcade while Paul and I talked. “The thing is…we don’t have sex that often and I’m a man with needs. I have impulses if you know what I mean. Sex is very important to me and when someone like you comes along I can’t resist it.” I listened to him intently, finding him fascinating, and wondering how handsome he was too. There was something special about older men that turned me on.

“Cathy, I’m not just trying to have sex with you. I feel some kind of…” He stopped and stubbed out his cigarette. “I’m making a fool of myself again.”

“No. Tell me?” He looked at me and thought a while. Then he told me about Tracy, his ex-secretary, and the affair they had until Betty found out. How the whole thing was based on pure sex and the need to fuck every moment they could.

“With you Cathy, it doesn’t feel the same somehow. I care about you.”

“You don’t even know me.” I replied. He took my hand in his and I looked deep into his eyes. I could sense something about the way he was looking at me. There was a look of admiration that seemed to scare me. I wasn’t used to that and in a way it made me feel as if I was being possessed by him and so I pulled my hand away and headed towards the arcade, where Willy was sitting on a bench beside a fat man eating his fast food lunch, watching him consume every mouthful he took.

I looked back and saw Paul sitting in deep thought. “Are we going?” I asked.

18: Paul – Dreamweaver32

I didn’t think Cathy would be too pleased at me taking her home somehow, but I didn’t expect her to get me to drop her off in the middle of this squalid housing estate. As she tried to run away, I followed in the car and was met by an all too familiar sight. One of the local youths was being escorted by two burly coppers and thrown, none too gently, onto the back seat of the police car. The language he used was what I had come to expect since our firm had taken up these welfare cases and obviously the neighbours were used to it too, as nobody batted an eyelid. Apart from Cathy, she looked absolutely mortified by the whole scene and I suspected that this lad could be one of her family.

She ignored me when I asked her if she was all right. I was hardly given a very warm welcome when I let myself into the house and my first impressions, when I met her Mother, were shattered.

“And who the fuck is this?”

I saw a woman with the worries of the world etched across her face and just like her daughter; she was not beautiful, but compelling to look at. She had retained her figure, even after so many kids and could, in the right circumstances, be a very attractive lady. She pushed past me and left without another word.

And then we were interrupted by the arrival of young Willy, the youngest of her four brothers and before I said any more to drop myself in it. I suggested going to the city to get her some new clothes, taking young Willy with us. So, before we went on our shopping spree, we stopped off for a few burgers and not one of my favourites either, but it was worth it to see the joy lighting up Willy’s face when he saw where we were stopping.

Cathy was like a mother to the lad and I couldn’t help wondering what Betty would have been like in the same circumstances. The table looked like a bomb had hit it when Willy had finally finished and she told him to sit outside in the arcade while we had a smoke and a chat.

I had noticed a worried look across her face when I went on about smoking pot and made a mental note to mention it again. But, the next thing I knew, I was babbling on about Betty and sex, Tracy and sex; and I was about to take her hand and tell her how much she meant to me and how much I admired her, when she pulled away and went outside to join Willy.

I settled the bill and apologised to the young girl about the state of the table and surrounding area, to which she just laughed and said not to worry and that was why there were tiles on the floor, easy to keep clean. I left her a bigger tip than was necessary and her smile of gratitude cheered me up no end.

“Come on then you two, we have got some serious shopping to do.” I grabbed Willy, sat him on my shoulders and we made our way back to the car. There was an old black Mercedes, with darkened windows, parked next to mine and very quickly the mood changed.

Cathy looked terrified and even Willy stopped squealing and laughing as he rode my shoulders like a horse. I asked her what was wrong, but she said nothing, took her brother off my shoulders, strapped him into the back seat of the car, got in the front and told me to hurry. And as we pulled away I noticed the other car following us.

I began to speed up. But the Mercedes kept on following close by. As I turned, it turned with us and I knew we were definitely being tailed and whoever it was, was not trying to hide the fact. Cathy looked very nervous and I noticed a patina of sweat on her upper lip.

“Do you know who it is?” I asked, checking the rear view mirror. Cathy looked back.

19: Cathy – Sienna.

“It’s Kandy.” I told him. I expected that to happen somehow, but I never thought the stupid idiot would try to follow me while I was with someone. Even with Willy with me, I knew there and then that he was capable of anything.

“Kandy? You mean Mister Everington?” Paul seemed to know him by his real name. “Well I never…” I could tell by the instant grin on his face that he knew Kandy quite well somehow. “So he’s doing his community services by following young ladies around I see.”

“What do you mean?” I asked. Paul continued to look in his rear view mirror, this time more at ease with the situation. He laughed and began to explain that Kandy had been sentenced recently to a hundred hours of community service for various minor offences.

“My friend was his brief in court. Only last week, as it happens. He should be working eight hours a day on Mosstop farm, getting his grubby fingers dirty.”

The thought of Kandy working on a farm doing his dues seemed so unrealistic. “Well, he’s right behind us…following me by the look of things.”

“I know love. That’s what intrigues me. How the hell did he fiddle that one?”

As we moved through the busy streets, Kandy still followed close by. Paul even drove in circles around the city hall a few times and still he followed. “He isn’t going to give up you know.” I told him. “I swear it…I’m dead if he gets his hands on me. Especially now the stash has been lifted by the pigs.”

“Is that why Kenny was arrested? Your stash?”

“Yes. I’m really in a mess aren’t I?”

Paul stopped the car quickly just as we turned up a back alley, followed by the Mercedes that parked up behind us. He got out as bold as brass and slammed the door shut, walking towards the car behind. “Excuse me?” he said, tapping on the window. I stayed still watching every move that followed, noticing that our Willy had fallen sound asleep.

20: Paul – Dreamweaver32

“Kandy? You mean Mister Everington?” I replied, grinning from ear to ear. Mister Bloody “EverHard” as he would have everyone believe, I thought to myself. There was a wasted talent if ever I had met one. This was a very intelligent man, a born organiser and leader; and what did he do with it, he peddled drugs and ran a few broken down old whores, who, he kept on the streets just to support their habit. So far, his offences had been trivial, hence the community service order he had at the moment, but it wouldn’t be too long before his activities escalated and he tried to get into the big time.

Cathy was getting more and more nervous the longer we tried to shake off the Mercedes, “He isn’t going to give up you know. I swear it…I’m dead if he gets his hands on me and especially now the stash has been lifted by the pigs.”

Shit! That’s all I needed, a drug dealer has taken me in. I’ve fallen for her too, or had, until she admitted that charming piece of news. I know the expression, ‘Gunpowder can’t blow you, as far as, pussy will drag you!’ and I thought, how true, what a complete idiot I had been. I really did think that Cathy was in a different league and wanted to better herself and now she has turned out to be not much better than Kandy himself. There had been a lot more in my mind than just thinking she would make a nice replacement for Tracy, but now? I wasn’t so sure any more.

The more I thought about it, the madder I got. I turned up a narrow back alley and slammed on the brakes, the Mercedes only just managed to avoid ramming us from behind. There was barely enough room for me to open the door and get out; and as I approached Kandy’s car, I pushed a wheelie bin alongside his door, effectively locking him inside. The passenger side was too close to the other wall, so nobody was going anywhere.

The electric window purred open and an enraged face appeared from the smoky interior. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing Mister? You’re dead meat if you don’t let me out this car and bloody quick!” He quietened down a little as he recognised me, “Oh! Its you, Mister Hargreaves, so what are you playing at?”

I then did something, which, for a solicitor, was totally out of character; I punched him square on the nose. “Dickbrain, you have half ‘hour to get your sad ass back to Mosstop farm.” I said, and then I pointed a finger at his mate, Joey Whitlock, “Didn’t see a damn thing, ok? I’m defending you in court next week, Mister Whitlock, and we don’t want anything going wrong now, do we?” Whitlock nodded with a sheepish his reply.

“And one more thing, Mister Everington. You leave Miss Forrest alone. She doesn’t want any more to do with you or your drugs and if I find out that you are still supplying around here, and then you’ll be inside faster than a rat up a rusty steam pipe. Is that clear?”

I stormed back to the car, got in and slammed the door behind me. My mood was blacker than a crow’s wing at midnight and Cathy was going to get the brunt of it, if I didn’t calm down really quickly.

21: Cathy – Sienna.

After what I saw, I couldn’t help but laugh as Paul got back in the car. He was mad, and I mean really mad. He grabbed the steering wheel tight and watched through the rear view mirror as the Mercedes backed out of the ally and away out of sight. I tried so hard to hold back my amusement, but I couldn’t.

“Laugh you might, but this is getting a bit serious.” Paul began to explain. I shut up instantly, still finding the incident funny. And I wasn’t laughing at Paul, but at the way he handled himself with Kandy and co.

“So what is this about dealing drugs? I just can’t believe for one minute that you of all people would get involved with anything like that. Do you know how serious that can be? You can be in prison before you had time to think about it. And now your own brother is arrested for having the stash…no…your stash!”

I thought about it really hard. For all I knew the cops could be looking for me right there and then if Kenny had opened his mouth about it whilst in custody. Paul was right, he had to be, he was a solicitor and I was in a mess not only with Kandy but the law too.

My mood changed and I suddenly felt really scared by what he had just told me. Even if Kenny doesn’t mention me, he would take the rap for what I had done. And knowing how I had been denying him the secret sex he wanted, I don’t think he would allow himself to take the blame. I was in a mess.

“Paul lets go…please.” I asked. Paul looked at me and grunted. His fist hit the steering wheel with a thud and he reversed the car out of the alley onto the main street. I began to cry, feeling sorry for myself.

“What a mess. It’s no use putting on the tears Cathy. Just help me bloody think of how we can get you out of this and fast.”

He pulled out his handkerchief and handed it to me. I blew into it, looked at it and decided not to hand it back through respect. “Sorry, I’ve…”

“Doesn’t matter…keep it.” He replied waving his hand. “Any suggestions?”

“No. You’re the brief, so you tell me?”

He looked around at me and then started to laugh. “I am, that’s true. But I’m also an accomplice to the fact. I couldn’t be your brief love, no way. But I have to say I feel responsible for you somehow. God knows what I’m thinking right now, I amaze myself sometimes, I really do.”

We took a risk by driving back to my house. The streets were quiet as usual and as we pulled up outside the house, Mum came running out, pulled Willy from the back seat of the car and then she looked at me through the wound down window.

“Cathy! You had better make yourself scarce girl. I’m not having this shit anymore. It’s driving me around the bend and I’ve had enough. Just keep out of sight of your bloody father, that’s all.”

“But Mum…” As I tried to reply she dashed speedily down the path and back into the house, dragging Willy by the arm. Paul pulled away slowly as I looked back. He remained silent; looking ahead all of the time.

22: Paul – Dreamweaver32


She could see by the expression on my face and the tension in my body, how mad I was and yet, still she found it amusing. I kept my voice low, trying not to wake up Willy, and told her that it was no laughing matter and she could go to prison for dealing in drugs. I also reminded her that her own brother Kenny was carrying the rap for her stupidity. I think this was what finally got through to her, because, as I reversed out of the narrow alley, she started to sob her heart out.

When she told me that I was the brief and should tell her what to do, it was my turn to laugh. Not that I felt much like it and I told her that there was no way on this earth that I could represent her in court.

How the hell had I got into this mess? I should have just told Kandy to help himself to her back in the alley, and that I wanted no more to do with her. But, something stopped me, I felt responsible for her and admired the fact that she was trying to better herself. It was the drug thing I guess that was making me lose the plot. That and the fact that I found her so bloody attractive.

We had no sooner come to a stop outside her house, when Mrs Forrest, looking as harassed as ever, grabbed Willy from the back seat of the car and told Cathy to keep away from her Dad. I thought I detected some bruising around her cheekbones and I wondered again, what sort of upbringing Cathy had to endure up to now?

As we left that dingy neighbourhood, which she called home, I thought it was best to keep quiet and leave her to her own thoughts. We still had to find suitable clothes for her, for the office and for casual wear. I needed to get the partners to agree to employ her, which might not be so easy after her recent revelations, so I did the only thing I could think of and drove her to my place. And for once, I was actually glad to see Betty’s car in the drive. It meant that I could ask her to take Cathy to the mall and get her what she needed, while I faced Nigel and the rest of the partners.

“Ah Paul, Daddy has been on the phone, wondering where the hell you’ve been.” Betty said as soon as we entered the kitchen. Her face stiffened as she saw Cathy standing next to me. Then to my surprise she agreed to take Cathy to the mall and reminded me that I had that important business call to deal with. After they had left, with both of them eyeing each other, up and down, like boxers before a big fight; I made the call to ‘Daddy.’

“Nigel, I am so sorry I’m late, I’ll explain when I get to the office.”

Being Nigel’s son-in-law did not really help me much, especially after the regrettable incident with Tracy and being unfaithful to his precious daughter. I have been treading very carefully in his presence ever since and maybe it was just a coincidence, but I seem to be getting all the shit jobs recently and this would be no exception…

“Well hurry up Paul, you have a new client!” Nigel sounded angry. “Don’t bother coming into the office either, he’s in the city police holding cells, a young fellow by the name of Kenny Forrest. Get your backside down there, and quick!” I held the receiver away from my ear and closed my eyes as I felt a cold shiver running down my spine.

This was not happening…surely? I thought.

23: Cathy – Sienna.

As I sat beside the ‘dragon’ in the car, on my way back to the city and a freebie-shopping spree, I thought deeply about Kenny and the realisation of being kicked out of my home. Jesus…I was homeless!

“You’re looking very serious. What’s up?” Betty asked.

“Nothing!” I replied, perhaps a little harshly. “Sorry…just thinking.

“Well all I can say is, you should consider yourself very lucky. It’s not everyday you land into a real and proper job feet first. And get a free wardrobe supplied with it.”

I could feel a lecture coming on rather quickly and I wasn’t wrong either. Not only did Betty take pleasure in reminding me how lucky I was, but I got the third degree about keeping my hands off her precious husband and her version of the ‘Tracy affair’ which wasn’t much different than Paul’s version anyway.

Every time we passed a cop car on the road, I slipped lower into the seat so as not to be noticed. “What the hell are you fidgeting for?” Betty asked. I ignored her until I looked back and saw the blue lights flashing on the cop car following us.

“Fuckin’el…” I said in a loud whisper. I was mortified. They had finally caught up with me and my life was about to go on indefinite hold…forever! I wanted to jump out and do a runner, but I wasn’t that stupid.

Betty pulled up and I watched the cop car stop a few metres ahead. Betty opened her glove compartment and searched for necessary documents, muttering mild obscenities as I watched the pig walking towards us taking note of the registration number. “Can I help you officer?” Betty asked winding down the window. He stood by the door for a while and then looked inside.

“Afternoon Madam. Do you have your log-book and drivers licence by any chance?” Betty handed everything over to him and I could feel his eyes looking across at me, as I remained stiff and quiet. He scrutinised the documents and then walked around the car slowly until he stood on my side looking in at me. I gave him a quick side-glance and then looked ahead. I wondered why he didn’t get on with it and I could almost feel the cold steel of the handcuffs already on my wrists.

He returned to the open window and adjusted his cap. “Everything seems to be in order Madam. Sorry to have bothered you. We have been getting a lot of reports recently of stolen vehicles. We noticed the slight bump on your rear fender and thought it was a little suspect.”

“Thank you officer. Glad to see you’re doing your job.” Betty replied, throwing the documents back into the glove compartment. “Now go and kindly catch criminals like a good chap, I’m in a hurry to get somewhere.” He looked at me again, nodded and smiled then returned to the cop car. “Really! I feel so embarrassed,” the dragon muttered to herself and I began to breathe a little more easily, knowing that I had got away with it…on that occasion atleast. “I don’t know why you’re looking so worried dear. You look as if you’ve just seen a ghost. But then, the sight of a policeman isn’t exactly on your personal list of favourite things is it?”

I looked across at her and curled my lip in reply. Silly cow!

24: Paul – Dreamweaver32


On my way down to the city police headquarters, I wondered if this was pure coincidence, or whether Betty had asked her father to assign me to Kenny Forrest’s case. Shit, she didn’t even know Cathy had a brother, let alone one who had just been taken into custody. I guess it was pure bad luck on my behalf and I would have to try and get Kenny off the hook, without involving Cathy.

The duty sergeant took me to the interview room where Kenny was sitting, smoking a cigarette and with his feet crossed up on the table. The sergeant’s face darkened at this show of insolence, so he kicked the chair out from under him and Kenny fell heavily to the ash strewn floor.

“For fucksake! What the fuckin’el was that for, asshole?” Kenny said angrily, as he picked himself up and swiftly brushed the burning embers of his cigarette from his expensive denim jacket.

“Show a bit of respect in here son,” the sergeant replied. “Or you might meet with an accident, do you get my drift?” The sergeant was an evil bastard and I am sure, quite capable of carrying out his threat. “This gentleman is Mr. Hargreaves and he has the unenviable task of being your brief.” He leaned on the table and looked around at me. “I’ll leave you with him Sir and if you need help just press the button and someone will be with you in a flash.” He looked back at Kenny and grinned, like lion sizing up his prey, the sergeant had his own methods of dealing with my client, if only he could.

The sergeant left and Kenny looked at me. “Hey! Didn’t I see you bringing Cathy home when the filth picked me up earlier?” he asked. I drew the chair back from the table and sat down. “You trying to get into her knickers, you old perv? You do anything to hurt her pal and you’ll have me to answer to, ok?” He was aggressive, despite the fact that I was there to help him. I opened up my briefcase and checked that my dictaphone was in working order, and thought of my opening line as I watched him carefully.

“Listen up, shit for brains, you are not in any sort of position to try and act as Cathy’s knight in shining armour.” I said, “In fact son, you’re in deep shit and if you have any chance of getting out of it, you’ll cooperate with me fully. Do you understand?” I held his stare as he tried to psyche me out. Fear tactics didn’t work with me and there had to be a common understanding and mode of communication. Eventually he nodded his head, accepting the fact that he needed me more than I needed him.

To put things straight I explained the connection between his sister, and me then began taking details, which were routine and already things I knew. Very quickly he had established that the stash of drugs didn’t belong to him and I told him I had already realised that.

We went over the normal routine paperwork and when he signed the agreement to have me represent him. I was surprised to see how neat and well formed his signature was. I reminded him, that having just made a court appearance and being on probation, he would be very unlikely to get bail and we had to get him off this charge as quickly as possible, before he ended up in prison on remand. And then it dawned on him that he could be locked up, at the mercy of real hardened criminals. His arrogance very quickly evaporated.

“Look Mister, it was Cathy’s stash, provided by that bastard Kandy. If I grass her up, then she loses everything. If I don’t, then I get put away and Kandy will make her pay. It’s kinda’ like what you smart people call; ‘catch twenty-two’ isn’t it?” Again he surprised me, this kid was sharp, and so I told him about a plan I had been thinking up.

“Not if we can fit Kandy up. If we pull that off, then the neighbourhood will be a much better place to live, right?” I knew that, if we did get him put away, it would only be a matter of days before another young wannabe thug took his place. But my main concern was to clear Kenny and Cathy, the rest could wait.

Kenny began to smile and he nodded his reply to me and I knew exactly that the prospect of taking over Kandy’s role in society was starting to become food for thought in his own devious mind. But for now, that wasn’t my case.

25: Cathy – Sienna.

Suddenly, I wondered why I was with the ‘dragon’ as I followed her around town, searching for new clothes. Everything I found that I wanted, she looked at the price tag and then at the garments, walking away as a sign of silent rejection.

“Am I ever going to get something?” I asked, following her around the stores like a lap dog and the only thing missing was a leash connecting us.

“You are looking at silly things dear. Nothing suitable.” She pointed to a dress that even my Mum wouldn’t wear. “Now there is something that is suitable. Try it on.” I looked at it. But then I realised how appealing that particular dress was. She had finally pointed out something I agreed with. “You need to look good and presentable. Your clothes and what you wear is very important.”

The dress was beautiful. I looked at the expensive label and dashed to the fitting room. Looking in the mirror, I noticed how well it suited me and at last we agreed on something.

As the day unfolded, I was collecting garments that were ‘suitable’ and then realised that they were items that most common girls could not afford. Designer fashion, as adorned by the cat walking super models in the fash-mags I often dreamed about wearing. My awkwardness melted away and I began to realise also how lucky I was to be offered the free spending on Betty’s credit cards.

That afternoon I learned to appreciate Betty and her way of thinking. Somewhere inside that particular ‘dragon’ I had found a woman who was generous and she knew my way of thinking. I started to respect her in some way, despite her professional-class-snobbery.