Bethany leaned against the granite facade of the bank, sucking furiously on a cigarette, while Jennie queued impatiently at the ATM. Bethany's left leg was crooked and raised up so the sole of her foot was pressed against the wall next to her right thigh and her knee stuck out straight into the street.
Her raised bare left thigh lifted her extremely short work skirt so that a little flash of her pink knickers was just peeping out. The black bra over her expansive chest was clearly visible under her right white blouse. She flashed defiant stares at anyone who glanced her way while she waited for her friend.
Finally, it was Jennie's turn at the cashpoint. Bethany feigned disinterest as Jennie fumbled with the piece of plastic, clumsily stuffing it into the machine, but she kept glancing over, more excited then she cared to show.
"Fuck me, it's there," Jennie breathed.
"Let me see," Bethany flicked aside the cigarette and moved up behind Jennie, pushing up against her and peering over her shoulder.
"Fuck." Bethany's tone was low with disbelief.
Both girls stared at the screen displaying Jennie's balance: £10,023.38.
When they'd checked it yesterday it had only been £23.38. People in the queue behind them were starting to jostle impatiently but both girls were utterly oblivious, just staring at the magic numbers on the screen.
As scratchcard wins went, it wasn't all that but it was more money than either girl had ever seen before and an excellent return on a bit of loose change left over from money Jennie had got for her nineteenth birthday.
"What you going to do with it Jennie?" Bethany was the first to speak.
Jennie looked over her shoulder and deep into her friend's hazel eyes, emphasising each word, "Fuck off work, go shopping."
Bethany gigled with excitement and gave her hands a little clap.
Jennie tried to take £1,000 out of the ATM but it limited her to £200, so they had to queue up again inside the bank. Jennie took out a cool grand on top of the cash she'd already taken from the ATM.
Without even discussing anything she passed Bethany ten fifty pound notes as soon as the teller passed the money to her. Bethany took the money as a right, folded the notes in half and, undoing another button on her white blouse, stuffed them under her bra.
The two girls hit the shops hard, buying shoes and bags, little tops, lingerie, ear rings and make up. Neither of them were quite confident enough, or perhaps simply not imaginative enough, with their new found wealth to go for much in terms of quality rather than quantity but Bethany felt daring and special handing over £180 in cash for a fitted leather jacket.
Reckless, almost breathless, spending soon saw both girls burning through their notes with indecent haste. Another trip to the bank and another wad of notes stuffed into bra straps left the two girls giddy, wild and excited, struggling under the weight of the shopping bags they were carting about.
As they stepped out of the bank for the second time, Jennie nudged Bethany and pointed over towards a tall guy in a tracksuit with short spiky hair, slouching away from them.
"It's Johnny. Go and see if he's got anything," she hissed at Bethany. Bethany looked up at her friend and smiled. She dropped her shopping bags and trotted down the street after the lad, breasts lightly bouncing as she moved.
Bethany caught up with Johnny and Jennie watched as the two of them had a brief conversation. The lad seemed dismissive at first until Bethany showed him some money. He looked round furtively and the two of them disappeared down a side alley.
Jennie kept her eyes fixed on the last point she'd seen Bethany but very soon afterwards Bethany reappeared, her eyes shining, and skipped up towards Jennie. The boy had disappeared but Jennie didn't care about him.
"Get it?" she asked. Bethany nodded and Jennie giggled a bit.
"What now? Back to mine? My mum's out for a few hours."
Bethany shook her head, "Let's go to the Grand, get a room, get roomservice."
Jennie giggled again but before she could say anything Bethany had hailed a passing cab. The two girls bundled inside and were whizzing off to the Grand.
The lady at reception looked at them sceptically and, for a moment, Bethany thought she was going to refuse to accommodate them. In the end she did nothing more than insist on cash upfront, which wasn't a problem, and processed the transaction smoothly enough. She passed the girls a keycard and gave her spiel about breakfast, which they didn't intend to stick around for.
After they had closed the door of their room behind them, Jennie dropped her bags to the floor and threw herself on the bed. She had changed out of her work clothes in one of the fitting room shops and was instead wearing an almost indecently short denim skirt. She rolled over on her back, kicking her long, graceful legs in the air. Bethany smiled as she got a flash of white knickers as Jennie's legs scissored in the air.
Bethany tottered around the bed in new heels and tight, fitted black trousers. She picked up the phone and ordered a bottle of champagne on room service. Jennie rolled over onto her tummy, looking adoringly and almost enviously at her friend's self assurance and command of the situation. It never occurred to her to be annoyed she was spending her money, they were best friends, they shared everything.
"Have you got the stuff?" Jennie asked, acquiver with anticipation.
Bethany nodded, "Let's wait for the drinks, it'll be better."
Jennie didn't want to wait but she could see the sense in what Bethany was saying.
"I'm going to try some stuff on."
Jennie sprang off the bed, light and lithe, scooped up her bags and popped into the bathroom but didn't close the door.
Bethany sat on the bed, waiting for room service, idling watching Jennie through the half open door. Jennie moved in and out of Bethany's line of sight as she removed her clothes. She quickly peeled off her white t shirt and denim skirt, so she was standing in just her underwear.
Jennie had her back to Bethany and more than half her body was obscured by the door but Bethany was reminded, in an almost wistful way, how hot Jennie's body was. She was tall, blonde and toned. The material of her white knickers clung to her firm, round bottom, her crack poking out the top. She had a tiny waist and a really well defined line running up the curve of her spine to her shapely shoulders with the blonde hair falling over it.
As she had her back to Bethany she couldn't see her chest, even as she watched Jennie undo her bra strap, but knew that her tits weren't as big as Bethany's own. Bethany was the curvy, voluptuous one, Jennie was tall and slim.
Bethany watched Jennie wriggle out of her pants so she was completely naked now. As Jennie bent over to rummage through a bag, Bethany got a tiny glimpse of the blonde fuzz of her bush between her slightly parted legs. Bethany started to feel a little flush.
There was a knock at the outside door and Jennie squeaked and slammed the bathroom door shut. Bethany went to see who it was and was pleased to see room service with the champagne. He eyed Bethany suspiciously, much like the lady on the front desk, but he just wheeled the drinks in on a trolley and left.
Jennie put her head round the door, "Are they gone?" she asked.
Bethany nodded and the rest of Jennie's body followed her out from behind the door.
She was wearing peach coloured panties and a matching bra, a cream, silk dressing gown, open at the front but nothing else.
"What do you think?" she asked Bethany.
Bethany was glad to have an excuse to stare. She'd never seen her friend look so beautiful or so hot. She'd seen her in her underwear many times of course but the lingerie she was currently in was much nicer than her usual black lacey numbers. It was pretty and girly rather than slutty but that just made it more sexy.
Jennie's breasts weren't really big enough to give her much of a cleavage but they were nice and pointy and the cups of the bra really brought that out.
"You look hot," was all Bethany could find to say. She pushed herself off the bed and poured two glasses of champagne, passing one to Jennie, who sipped it uncertainly. Bethany also reached into a pocket of her new leather jacket and brought out a folded piece of cardboard. She opened it out and poured the white powder out onto the glass topped desk at the foot of the bed in a neat, little heap.
"Bethany," Jennie sounded shocked, "I thought you were just going to get some weed."
"I did," Bethany got out a credit card and started to chop the powder into neat little lines, "I got some coke too." Bethany rolled up a fifty pound note and held it out to Jennie, "You don't want to try it?"
"Sure I do," said Jennie taking the note from her friend and walking over to the table. Bethany leaned back as Jennie bent from the waist, bank note held up to her nose, and leaned low over the desk. Jennie's dressing gown was a skimpy affair and rode up over the top of her thighs, revealing her peach clad bottom as she bent over.
Jennie took a single, clean snort of the powder and stood up suddenly. She somehow managed to make it look both elegant and kind of cute.
"Oh, that tickles," she said, rubbing her noise and glugging on her champagne.
Bethany took the note off Jennie and had her go. The unaccustomed rush of powder up her nostril was less unpleasant then she had expected, although there was a lingering, chemical taste at the back of her throat as the drug dripped down inside her.
She looked at Jennie, "You feel anything?"
"I think so, I'm not sure, yeah I think I can, I think I'd better have another go."
As Jennie took another snort, Bethany drank her champagne and turned the TV on, finding a music station and turning it up. She looked up at Jennie and she caught her gaze, her eyes shining and excited
Bethany had another go and the two girls were soon both dancing around the room, feeling giddy and excited.
