Cathy, it seemed, had been viewing porn. Reaching down, Joel gripped the collar of her shirt, tugging firmy. Blowjob porn “You love having your arse fucked, don’t you Cathy?” he mocked. A fulsome cackside wiggled invitingly as Joel manouvered. No, he couldn’t. He clawed at her crotch, gathering up a length of pleated skirt. In fact, he was convinced of it. “Well?” he prompted, face darkening. It was time to do something about it, and to hell with the consequences. As Cathy made to retaliate, a small clenched fist raised, Joel caught it. Being the vivacious type, she had flirted with virtually every half decent looking barman since her sexuality blossomed though sll had been warned off of course. A barman in the ruthless mobster’s club in Whitechapel, Joel had witnessed first hand the manner in which rivals and nuisances had been cruelly rubbed out. Leaning in, he nibbled at her earlobe before whispering: “And what are you?”
“I’m a…I’m a filthy little slut.”
The words sent Joel perilously close
