Dirty Bad Strangers(21)
“Where the hell are you going?” April seethed. “What if someone sees you?”
“Don’t give a shit. I’m going out with Steve.”
“And what about me?!”
I slipped out into the night, taking one big gulp of freedom.
“Goodnight, April. Don’t wait up.”
She pulled the door closed after me, scowling through the window.
Then she gave me the finger.
There was one burlesque night at a sex club in central London on a chilly Thursday evening. Only one. Soho.
Steve was chuckling to himself as I let myself in the passenger side.
“That bitch doesn’t get any bloody nicer, does she?”
“No fear of that.” I peered into the backseat. “Did you bring the stuff?”
He sighed, dragging forward a carrier bag. “Are you gonna tell me what the hell’s going on?”
I checked out the contents, a scruffy old pair of jeans and a dark t-shirt, a cap too. My jacket was hard to shrug off in the car, but I managed it anyway, throwing it onto the backseat without a damn for wrecking it. My trousers were harder, and Steve pissed himself all the while I wriggled out of them.
“Jesus Christ, mate, this is like the bloody Twilight Zone. Good job Kim left me, fuck knows how I’d explain this shit.”
The jeans were loose but they’d do, the t-shirt too. “I need you to take me to Soho. There’s a club there, Explicit.”
He raised his eyebrows. “You’re going to a sex club dressed like that?”
“Don’t be stupid. Lucy’s in there, I just want to check it out.”
“You mean stalk her?”
“It’s not stalking.”
“Whatever you say, mate.”
He set off without argument, dependable as rock, getting me closer to the club than parking restrictions allowed and cutting the engine. We sat in silence, eyes on the brown wooden doors along the street. That had to be Club Explicit. I checked the clock. Midnight.
“Now what?” Steve asked, settling back into the seat. “We just wait here until what? Some girl comes out that you think might be her?”
“Yeah.”
“And then what? You gonna go up to her and say Hey, I’m Jason Redfern, your sicko fucking caller. Yeah, I’m fucking famous. On your knees and suck my dick, bitch.”
“That wasn’t quite what I had planned.”
“What do you have planned?”
I shrugged. “Only got this far in my head.”
“Great plan, Jase, pure genius. You can’t even know she’s in there for sure.”
He was right, it was a stupid plan. I considered seeing reason and calling the whole thing off, but before I made the decision the wooden doors swung open onto the street, spilling out a group of brightly dressed girls in crazy heels. None of them was a redhead, but my heart pounded like a fucking freight train. I wasn’t going anywhere.
We were parked in-between the club and the nearest taxi rank, giving us a clear view of the revellers as they trooped down the street. I found Steve’s shades from the glove compartment, sinking down into the seat and into the shadows to avoid being seen.
“Relax, mate, no one’s gonna recognise you in here, and even if they did, who’s gonna believe Jason Redfern hitches in a battered old Land Rover?”
It was a good point that enabled me to breathe a little more easily.
My stomach lurched every time people piled out of those double doors, but twenty minutes later only two natural redheads had made an exit. One was well into her forties, and the other had tiny little tits in a push-up bra. Neither was my Lucy, of that I was sure.
“She might not even be here,” Steve groaned. “She might be having you on.”
I daren’t admit she hadn’t told me anything at all.
By half midnight the exit rate had slowed to virtually nothing. Steve was tapping on the steering wheel in unvoiced boredom, and my tiredness had returned with a vengeance. I should have picked bed, the sensible option. I changed my mind as the doors moved again and three drunk girls spilled out, arm in arm and having a whale of a time. Two of them were hot goth chicks, definitely into each other. Under normal circumstances that would have definitely given me food for thought, but not tonight. I was way more interested in the girl along with them.
Their redhead companion was shorter; a dumpy little thing with a mass of flyaway curls framing her cute face. She pulled her coat around her as she looped arms with the girl to her right, but it did nothing to hide the plump swell of her tits.
My Lucy. It had to be.
She was a curvy girl, the promise of thick, fleshy thighs under the tight red satin of her dress. She carried her weight well, but there was definitely weight to carry. My heart hammered as they headed in our direction, ditching the sunglasses in favour of a clearer view. Lucy’s round cheeks bloomed pink, her eyes sparkling with life as she joked with the girls at her side. Her milk white skin was dotted with freckles, big tits bouncing with every step.