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  Then the whole thing got very interesting.

  ‘Now get back to Zara’s and get those fucking drugs’ he shouted at her.

  ‘But, I can’t get to the office’ she replied.

  ‘You’ll find a way … and if you don’t you know what’s coming … so just fucking do it … and do it fucking quick’ he again shouted at her.

  With that he moved back inside and from what I could gather he was angry at something and she sounded scared shitless.

  I got the fuck out of there quick and walked … this time briskly … back to the club and my flat upstairs.

  Now, of course, I know her from the club but she doesn’t know what I had heard and what she’s going to be up to. I thought about telling Zara but then thought if there’s drugs involved here I don’t really know to what level … I decided to keep schtum and see how it all panned out.

  Over the next couple of days I kept my eye on her … her name is Lucy and she had only started her bar job last week. Normally I do the hiring and firing but she was taken on by Helen the head bar girl on my day off (they’re all girls behind the bar, Zara prefers it that way … I wonder why?). I also started to have a little nose around the office when I was alone in there, I couldn’t see anything but then again I also didn’t have access to Zara’s private safe … it was tucked away in a gorgeous deco style cupboard behind her desk. I had access to the main safe but there was nothing unusual inside it.

  Thinking back to what the gorilla said to Lucy it seemed she had to make her move pretty quick and it was now two days since the beach hut episode.

  Later that night I bumped into Lucy just outside the office.

  ‘Is it busy tonight?’ I asked trying to make pleasant conversation knowing what she was up to.

  ‘Not too bad, should pick up later’ she replied a little flustered.

  ‘Lucy, isn’t it?

  ‘Yes’

  ‘We haven’t spoken yet, how are you getting on?

  ‘Oh, great, I like it’ she replied hesitantly with I could sense a huge desire to get out of the situation asap!

  ‘OK, well if you need anything just ask’

  ‘I will, thanks’ she replied and swiftly walked back into the club.

  What I did notice is she had her handbag with her. This is noticeable because Zara is very strict on handbags behind the bar … they’re banned due to sticky fingers from the past! So, the girls must leave their handbags in the changing room lockers and must not have them on their person at all in the bar or club when working.

  Interesting … now either Lucy forgot about the club rule … or there was something in the bag she needed when she got into the office. Right, I’ll wait for her to get back to work and find out what’s in her handbag. I can do this as I have the master keys to the lockers.

  I gave it twenty minutes, had a peek at the bar … yes, she was working away … so I went into the changing rooms making trebly sure nobody saw me going in there.

  Shit … which locker is it … well, I know all the one’s on the right are not used. So it’s just the one’s on the left. Fortunately Lucy’s bag was quite large and a dark red colour … I’d recognise it when I see it. Nothing else I can do except have a quick peek in all the lockers until I find it. OK, first a glance outside to see if there’s anyone around … nope … how’s your luck Toj I thought to myself … quick chat to the universe is what’s required.

  ‘Dear Universe please take me straight to the locker that belongs to Lucy, thank you’

  I always say thank you when speaking to the Universe … it’s only polite … oh, the Universe … what you on about you might ask … long story, the bottom line is the Universe will pretty much give you everything you want … you just have to ask!

  Now, I’m drawn strongly to the second from last … BINGO!

  ‘Thank you!’

  Right, another peek outside to make sure nobody about … good. There was the usual mountain of girly stuff in her handbag … fuck … what am I looking for … ah, what’s this … looks like a note book … it’s brand new … there’s only one page that’s been written on … 367903654 … I pulled out my pen and wrote the number on a piece of paper which I spotted on the floor … get it right … 3 6 7 9 0 3 6 5 4. Excellent … bag back … lock locker … enjoy the buzz … get the fuck out of there!

  Man, I enjoyed that … was it better than a shag … in a strange sort of way … yes, it was definitely better than some shags I’ve had!

  I watched Lucy all night and made sure she did not re-visit the office as I was sure the number I had written down was the code to Zara’s private safe and I wanted to get a look first. My goal was to do this after cashing up. I cash up with Helen and she always goes out for a fag when we’ve done leaving me on my own in the office for five or ten minutes.

  There was a couple of hours left until then so I thought I would mooch about the club for a bit as I wasn’t singing. My head was still buzzing as I wandered about … and not really concentrating I bumped straight into a lady carrying drinks back to her table … knocked the fucking lot over! Fortunately she avoided any of it splashing on her … shit … on her very tight body hugging dress (well just about a dress!).

  ‘I am so sorry!’ I said.

  ‘It’s gone everywhere’ she replied.

  ‘Here let me get this mess cleared up … I’m the assistant manager … please go back to your table and I’ll be straight over’

  I arranged for one of the girls to clear up and went over to the table.

  ‘I am so sorry’ I repeated.

  ‘Please, let me know what you’re drinking and I’ll get them over to you’

  ‘Thank you’ she replied.

  ‘I’m glad none of it went on your dress’

  ‘Me too, it’s brand new’ she replied.

  ‘So, what can I get you and your friends’

  They told me what they were drinking and I called another one of the bar girls over to take the order and bring the drinks back.

  ‘So, what’s the occasion then?’ I asked

  ‘We’re celebrating Donna’s divorce!’

  With that they all cheered, especially Donna … Donna was the one I bumped into … single eh!

  ‘Congratulations from me too then … and as it’s such a special night it’s free drinks all night … it’s the least I can do!’

  Another big cheer!

  ‘Will you join us for a drink? Donna asked.

  ‘Love too … just the one as I have to get back to work’ I said.

  Flirting with the customers is another no, no with Zara so I had to be very careful.

  Donna was I would say mid to late thirties … extremely fit and seemed to have a really nice way about her. The thing is since I have been here I havn’t had much action … well actually zero! It’s the longest I have ever been without fucking a bird … or at least getting my cock sucked so I was feeling very horny. But, as mentioned, I had to be careful, so I just asked for her number and she obliged, excellent!

  At the end of the evening I cashed up with Helen as usual … and, as usual she went out for a fag when we had finished.

  OK, now’s the time to check what’s in Zara’s private safe. I took a quick peek outside the door to make sure nobody was about and then went straight to the fancy cupboard where it was situated. I opened the cupboard door and there was the safe. Looking at it properly for the first time it was bigger than I originally thought. Right, where’s that number.

  I was expecting one of those dials you turn backwards and forwards like you see on the TV and films but this was just a push button pad … OK … here goes … I just pushed the buttons in the sequence I had written down … three, six, seven, nine, zero, three, six, five, four … as soon as I pushed the last number the safe made a click noise, very similar to when you unlock your car doors, and the door opened a fraction … I pulled it right open.

  ‘FFFUUUUUUCCCKKKKK’ I said out loud.

  Inside the safe was a pile of fi
ve or six of packets wrapped in cling film, about 6 inches square and a couple of inches thick, filled with white stuff. I thought that was just fiction from the movies, but this was real, very real!

  Fuck me, this is pretty serious stuff, there was nothing else in the safe just the … well they have to be drugs.

  I quickly closed the door which immediately made another click sound, I pulled it see if it was closed, it was. I looked around for something to wipe my dabs off and found some tissue on the desk. I wiped everywhere, the buttons, the door and the cupboard door too, then hastily set back in my seat behind the desk and just at that moment Helen came back in.

  ‘You alright?’ she said.

  ‘Yeah, why?’ I replied.

  ‘You look a bit flustered’

  ‘Oh, no it’s OK, I dropped my pen on the floor and was bending over to find it and banged my head on the desk getting up’

  ‘You OK’ she said.

  ‘Yeah, yeah, fine’ I replied rubbing the back of my head.

  Phew, that was a close call, I checked the clock and Helen was away the same time as usual, thankfully I didn’t hang around in the safe too long, that ten minutes went fucking quick.

  ~~~~~

  DONNA

  I couldn’t get the drugs out of my head and thought about them constantly over the next couple of days. I decided I wanted nothing to do with all of this and that if Lucy and her man friend wanted to get involved, let ‘em! I wanted none of it, just sing, do my job and keep well clear. The only thing I wasn’t sure about was the safe code, should I burn it, keep it, what should I do. For now I hid it in my phone I added a fictitious person to my contacts and typed the number backwards with some extra digits.

  Whilst in my contact list I noticed Donna’s number, the fit bird I bumped into, I could really do with a shag!

  ‘Hello, is that Donna?’

  ‘Yes, who’s that?

  ‘It’s Toj, the assistant manager from the …’

  ‘Oh, yes’ she interrupted.

  ‘Just wondered if you fancied a drink some time?’ I asked.

  ‘Yes, OK, when was you thinking of’

  No time like the present I thought as my balls were bursting.

  ‘Tonight?’ I asked.

  ‘Err, it’s a bit short notice … but OK’

  ‘Great, where shall I pick you up?’

  ‘I tell you what, why don’t we meet in the Red Lion down Beech Street, do you know it? She asked.

  ‘Yes, I know it, what time suits you?

  ‘Say, eight thirty’ she replied.

  ‘Eight thirty sound perfect, looking forward to it’

  ‘Me too’

  Fucking luvly … a date with a fit bird tonight … oh yes!

  6.30 came, I spruced up, put on my fuck jeans (of course!) and made my way to the pub, it’s not far away so I walked. It wasn’t too busy, I had arrived about fifteen minutes early, got my self a drink and found a table in the … (now, girls, have you been concentrating, where do you think I sat? I say girls as this little quiz is purely for the feminine variety … I sat at a table in the … (blank) … if you think you know where I sat just look me up when you’ve finished this book and say where you think I sat and I’ll let you suck my cock!).

  It was now ten past eight and I was getting a little agitated, bollocks, I hope she don’t shy off … oi, oi, here we go, she’s just walked thought the door … my eyes opened very wide (as did all the other blokes in the bar) … fit or what! I stood up and caught her eye; she smiled and walked over to the table. In that short distance I studied her from top to bottom, she was a lot more attractive than I remembered which was probably due to the darkness in the club. She was wearing a short skirt (perfect, I hate jeans, they’re too fucking hard to get off), no tights (another positive) and a white buttoned blouse (you got it, another positive). I also hadn’t noticed the tan in the club. Not that dark horrible tan but … how can I say … a glowing tan. Very nice!

  ‘Hiya’ she said smiling

  ‘Hiya’ I replied.

  ‘Grab a seat and I’ll get you a drink, what’s your fancy … oh, hang on I should know from the club … large vodka an orange’ I said

  ‘Easy on the orange’ we both said together’

  We both laughed which broke the ice nicely.

  I walked over to the bar with almost every geezer staring at me with that – how the fuck as he pulled that – look.

  Yes, I am a lot fitter than I used to be but I’m still no movie star, but hey, you’ve either got it or you haven’t!

  I took Donna’s drink back to the table and sat in the chair next to her (not opposite) as I wanted every opportunity for her to grab an eyeful of my cock which I knew would be on good form tonight, and it was, sitting comfortably and subtly down the inside of my leg. It’s sad I know, but I was gagging for a fuck and was keen on having one that night … if poss!

  But, it actually backfired a bit because Donna looked straight at it and I could sense she was a little uncomfortable, which made me a little uncomfortable … bollocks … that’ll teach me.

  I quickly crossed my legs to try and ease the tension which also backfired as I squashed my ball in doing so, I was in immense agony (you know the feeling guys!) and tears were welling up in my eyes.

  ‘You OK?’ Donna asked.

  ‘Yes, well no actually’ I replied.

  Honesty is the best policy here I thought.

  ‘I’ve just squashed my nut as I crossed my legs and it really hurts!’

  There was a silent pause … then we both burst into laughter … shit, for a minute I thought I had blown this date before it even got started. I changed the subject.

  ‘You were celebrating your divorce the other night, so, how long have you been single?’

  ‘Not long, this is the first time I’ve been out with anyone’

  ‘I’m honoured, what do you do for work?’

  She hesitated slightly which was a bit weird.

  ‘Oh, just office work’ she slightly stuttered.

  ‘Oh, OK’

  There was a silence again, this is not good, I’m losing my touch … then she let me off the hook.

  ‘Toj is an unusual name, where does it come from?’ she asked.

  Fuck it I thought, this date is in a deep decline, I’ll have to go for it.

  ‘It’s short for Tojjer because I have a massive cock!’

  Donna was just sipping her drink as I said that and it made the drink go right up her nose, she was coughing and splutting … and then started laughing which made her cough and splutter even more.

  ‘You OK?’ I asked trying to pat her gently on the back which didn’t help.

  ‘Yes … (cough) … I’ll … (cough) … be fine … (cough)’

  ‘I feel like I need to say sorry to you again, this hasn’t got off to a good start has it’ I said very apologetically.

  Donna took a few seconds to calm herself.

  ‘Well, it’s certainly different’ she eventually said.

  ‘Shall we start again?’ I asked.

  Donna paused again for a few seconds.

  ‘I’ve been in a shitty marriage for eleven years to a nasty bastard that lied, cheated and treated me like dirt. It took a lot of courage for me to get out of that relationship, but I did. Now I’m on my first date with you and the one thing that is so important to me is honesty. That was different, but you just said it the way it is and if there’s anything I need right now it’s someone that’s just … well … honest, you have no idea how important that is to me. I really like you, there’s no need to start again … you’ve made a big impression on me!

  And as she said those last couple of words she glanced down to my cock!

  We both laughed!

  The rest of the evening was thoroughly enjoyed by all, we chatted away all night about all sorts of things and I made her laugh a lot (of course!). The evening flew by and the last bell rang.

  ‘One for the road?’ I asked.

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��No, I’d better not, I’m up early for work tomorrow’ she replied.

  ‘Usual question, can I walk you home and grab a coffee?’

  ‘Well, it’s a long walk, I live the other side of town, I’ll grab a cab’ she replied

  ‘Damn, still worth asking’ I replied.

  ‘Err, I only live around the corner, I have the flat above the club … if the coffee is still on?’ (fingers crossed)

  Donna paused (I’m getting used to those).

  ‘OK, just a quick one’ she replied.

  Trust me, I thought, if I get into those knickers with my balls bursting like this it will definitely be a quick one.

  We left the pub and walked, chatting away again, back to the club. Just as we were approaching the club her phone rang, she took it out to see who was calling.

  ‘Sorry, I need to get this, won’t be a sec’

  She answered the phone and took a few steps away from me but I could still hear her side of the conversation which was … strange.

  ‘Yes, everything was fine’

  ‘I can’t say at the moment’

  ‘I won’t be back at my flat until later’

  ‘I’ll be fine, everything is OK’

  ‘No, that’s not necessary, I’ll call in later’

  With that she hung up, no goodbyes or nothing, weird.

  ‘Sorry about that’

  ‘Not a problem, well here we are, my front door is down this alleyway’

  We walked down the narrow alleyway of the club to my front door, it’s always been a bit dark and you have to watch out as punters sometimes come down here for a late night piss or chunder … you know pavement pizza! As we walked down her phone rang again. She answered and listened, then replied.

  ‘NO … I said it’s fine’ she replied to the caller abruptly.

  She hung up again.

  ‘Everything OK?’ I asked.

  ‘Everything’s OK’ She replied.

  ‘OK, watch your step here as …’

  And before I could say there was pipe sticking out of the wall she tripped on it and I managed to grab her before she fell arse over tit.