It was a cold night, and Jamie had no where to go. Sonya had thrown him out, for having slept with Janine. He needed somewhere to sleep. He looked at the houses as he walked past. Beppe's houses was lit up, and so was Steve's, but neither of them were likely to let Jamie kip on their floor. The Slater's lights were on too, but he wasn't welcome there either. He said Zoe, to walk off, but them he remembered the Slaters were on holiday! The only one lef5t at home was Zoe! He was sure he could convince Zoe to let him sleep at her house. 'Hell' Jamie thought, 'its Zoe's fault anyway! If we hadn't slept together in Brighton, this would never have happened!'
He walked up the stairs, but as he was about to knock on the door, he noticed it was open. He creeped in, being sure not to make a sound.
There was sound coming from the living room. He approached the door. It was open. He looked in. On the Television was a man with a huge cock, fucking a small blonde girl in a cheerleader uniform. After he tore himself away from the image on the telly, he noticed Zoe on the couch. She too was fixated on the screen, but the thing that got Jamie's attention most was her hand down her jeans. Jamie smiled with delight. He quickly snuck back to the door, and dead bolted it.
He then walked straight into the living room, and spoke to Zoe,
"Hey Zoe! Didn't know you were into this kind of thing!"
"JAMIE!!" Zoe almost screamed, as if she had been woken up from a dream. She pulled her hand out of her trousers, and Jamie noticed it covered in cunt juice.
"I was just looking for somewhere to sleep tonight," continued Jamie, "But now I think I should go reveal to the square, what a dirty slut you are!"
"NO!" pleaded Zoe, "please don't! I'll do anything, please!"
