“Uh huh, where?” Her breath stank of fags and drink.
“Over there.” I tipped my head towards tower one.
“You got a place?”
“Don’t need one.”
“Got a rubber in my bag... if you wanna...”
I grabbed hold of her arm. She didn’t argue this time, just bounced after me, her heels clacking on the tarmac all the fucking way. I led her through the alleyway, slowing down as we reached the garage block. They’d already cleaned up my work, only the slightest hint of my thank you remained. I felt a weird relief.
“Ok, so what do you wanna do now? Talk a minute or something? Should have brought the vodka.” She was more nervous off the main drag. The garages were dark, dim lights just enough to see by.
I didn’t want to talk. Didn’t want to think. My cock was throbbing like a motherfucker, straining for cunt. I turned on her, walking her backwards to the same fucking doorway I’d pinned Sophie Harding. My cock leapt at the memory, jerking in my fucking jeans.
“Wait,” she said. “Just a second. I... I need to piss... and then we can talk... or whatever...”
She took a sidestep, squatting down beside me with all the grace of a fucking ape. Her knickers bunched around her knees, and she pissed like a horse. I could hear it splashing the tarmac under her, see it pooling in the half light, streaming its way across to my feet. Piss and fags and cheap fucking vodka. She was cheap, like me, cheap and fucking dirty, like everything else in this place. “Nearly done...”
I didn’t give her a fucking chance. Need boiled over, springing my hands to life. I’d grabbed her in a heartbeat, rough hands on scrawny shoulders, yanking her to standing so fast her heels clipped the floor and sent her reeling backwards.
She squealed, trying to regain her balance, but I’d already pinned her. Pinned her tight, so much tighter than I’d pinned Sophie Harding. Her cunt was still dripping, but I didn’t fucking care. I found the right spot, thumb tight against her filthy, piss-soaked clit. She moaned and spread her legs, wrapping her arms around my neck for balance. “Yes... fuck...”
She was warm and wet, and soft, real fucking soft. “You want it?” I grunted.
“Yes...”
“Ask nicely, you dirty fucking bitch.”
“Yes... please...” she moaned. “I know about you... they say you’re an animal...”
Two fingers went in easy, I spread them inside her. “Gonna open you up.”
“Fuck yeah...”
She came in for a kiss, but I ducked my head, moving my mouth to her neck. She grabbed my hair, held me to her while I tasted her skin. Cheap perfume tasted nasty on her throat. I moved lower, yanking down her tight little vest top. Soft tits spilled out for me. Nipples like dark bullets. I took one between my teeth, sucked her hard.
“Yeah... like that...” she groaned.
Her tit tasted better than her neck. I sucked her in, cock straining in my jeans as her breath tickled my scalp. She was breathing fast, shallow. I pulled away so I could look at her. Her tits were nice, from what I could see, perky and pale. I wondered if Sophie Harding’s would look like that. No, hers would be sweeter, smaller. Hers would fit in my mouth, her whole sweet tit in my filthy mouth. Yes. I wanted that. I wanted her.
“Feels so good...” Blondie’s voice broke my mood. Ruined it. Her cunt was noisy, slurping like a slack-jawed mouth around my fucking fingers. I shoved another in, working that dirty little clit with my thumb until her hand was on my wrist. “Gonna come... shit...”
“Take it,” I barked. That cunt’s words through the door... his fingers in Sophie’s sweet posh snatch... making her beg, making her take it.
“I’m gonna come...” Blondie hissed. “Yes...”
I let her, taking her weight around my neck as her legs juddered from under her. She moaned like the drunken skank she was, telling me how good it was, how fucking bad I was, such a fucking savage pounding her tight little pussy with my nasty fingers.
I didn’t give her time to catch her breath on the come down. Her eyes widened as I attacked, spinning her and slamming her hard, her cheek pressed against the garage door, my hand around her skinny neck holding her firm. “Stay fucking still.”
I reached down for her bag, fumbled around until I found a rubber. I freed my cock, finally, tearing the packet in my teeth and sheathing myself ready. She’d stayed in position, bare tits tight against the metal of the door, shoulders goose-pimpled from the cold. I wrapped my arm around her neck, pinned her in a choke hold. Her hands came up in panic, trying to prise me off her, but I held tight, her soft blonde hair under my chin as I plunged my cock right the way in her snatch. I breathed in her hair, grunting in relief. She gulped for breath, her hands pulling at my wrist.