The date isn't important to this tale; but for those pedantic readers amongst you, it is set around 1978-ish or anytime with the last thirty years (or so).
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I didn't really want to go to the party. They were all Stephanie's friends who would be there and I wasn't too struck on any of them. Some guy that used to be in her old crowd had moved back into town, apparently he had been pretty popular with his peers and they were holding a big party to welcome him back. GG had insisted that we had to go.
Stephanie (or GG as I called her) and I had been married for eight years now. We'd met at a party, some the girls in the group that I hung around with had been educated at a Catholic school. This had brought them into contact with some girls that were, shall we say, better off. Or in other words, Daddy's got lots of money, so I'm a stuck up little shit. Well that's how I saw them anyway; my father worked with his hands for a living and I did the same. No bloody silver spoons in my life.
Anyway one night, our group (or gang as you might like to call us) was invited to go to a party at a big house out on the Common. All right, someone in our group was invited, but as far as we were concerned invite one, you get the lot. Well, as I had imagined the party was full of Hooray Henry's and the like; so it wasn't up to much. But the beer was free so it wasn't too bad an evening.
Around midnight I was trying to find somewhere to take a leak and I found this young woman siting on a wall in the garden, crying. Now being a gentleman and with an eye for the outside chance. I strolled over and asked if I could be of some assistance. Well, she told me that she didn't require any assistance. OK she told me to "fuck off!" But I don't give up that easily, and after feigning that I was upset at how she had spoken to me. I offered to go and punch his lights out.
She asked, whose lights I was going to punch out? So I told her
"The guy who had made a beautiful young lady cry."
She looked up at me and laughed.
"He'd kill you," she said.
"In that case I'd die a happy man knowing I championed a lady." I replied.
Well to cut a long story, short. Twenty minutes latter, I was driving her home. She went by the unbelievable tittle of Stephanie Grenville-Gordini. Her father was a company director who drove around in a Rolls, and her mother is a real stuck up cow. Shall we say I was not the flavour of the month with them, but Steph and I seemed to hit it off very well.
Stephanie was about my height, five-foot-seven, slim, with quite small tits and bum. But a face to die for. I was really attracted to her, even though she came from a completely different background from me.
Stephanie was not the kind of name I would wish on anyone, so she became GG to me, If you're old enough, you might remember a film back then, the heroin was called Gee Gee. Anyway the nickname suited me, so I have always used it. G.G. has never made comment, although my in-laws get right out of they're prams over it.
Back to my story. Before we realised it, GG and me had became an item; it was like we were attached at the hip or something. We went everywhere together and soon got into some real heavy petting. She gave me blowjob's like no woman had ever done before (or since), but we never had intercourse (GG's term for it) until after we were married. It was three years before we could tie the knot, as we had to wait until she was twenty-one, you can guess why.
We were deeply in love and settled down in a little flat, and for the next few years every thing was rose's. With lots of blood, sweat and tears we saved enough to buy ourselves a little semi-detached house. GG's parents had plenty of cash but never helped us out; I wasn't good enough for Stephanie in their eyes, so we got no encouragement or help from them. We were just at the point of thinking about starting a family, when this bloody party came up.
Christine one of our old friends came round one day and said there was going to be a big party, because Craig Bannock had come back to town and Craig had insist that Stephanie be invited. I could see that GG was excited to hear this news. I had never heard of this Bannock guy before, but GG's reaction to his name, gave me a bad feeling in my stomach.
A few days later I ran into Tony, Christine's husband, in a pub. When I mentioned the party, he appeared surprised that GG and I were going. I pressed him on the subject and I got the feeling he had said something that he regretted. But after a little coaxing and a few more beers he relented. He told me this Craig was the 'leader of the pack' with that crowd, and that Stephanie and Craig had been an item for a long time before she went out with me.
It had been rumoured that the whole crowd they hung around with used to get a bit wild at some of their parties. I could remember some of the girls in my group of friends used to refer to they're parties as orgies. But GG had never hinted at anything like that happening to me. In fact she talked very little about her teenage years before she met me.
After talking to Tony, I told GG that I didn't want to go to this party. GG got annoyed with me and in the end we had a slanging match. The first real argument of our marriage. The only way I could calm her down was to say I was going, as she had threatened to go without me.
When we got there I was like a fish out of water. A guy who I assumed was Bannock came straight over and kissed Stephanie, ignoring me completely. He dragged GG onto the dance floor and she went with him without looking back at me.
Now, I was really pissed-off. Tony and Christine came over and kept me company whilst I glowered at GG and Bannock.
After maybe half an hour GG came back to me and asked me to dance a slow number with her. Once we were on the floor I told her I was not happy, and if she didn't stop playing up to Bannock we were going home.
GG said that I was being silly. Craig was just an old friend and I shouldn't get jealous. When I insisted that she stayed away from him she got really mad at me and walked off the dance floor to go and sit with Christine. I went and joined them, but you could cut the atmosphere with a knife.
GG was drinking far more than usual, and to be honest I was wishing I had let her come on her own. But I had the feeling that this Bannock guy had plans for my wife this evening that were going to fuck up my life.
Sure enough he came over, and once again ignoring me and asked her to dance. Now Craig Bannock was a big guy maybe e over six foot; I think he thought I was a push over for him, just because he had five or six inches on me. But he was a Hooray Henry and I was a street kid, where I grew up you had to be able to handle yourself and none of that Marquis of Queensbury nonsense.
I was surprised when GG told him, he had to ask her husband if he could dance with her. He turned to me and in a very condescending manor asked me. The look GG gave me made it plan that I had too consent and they went back on the floor. I could see his hands in all the places they shouldn't be, but I was helpless to do anything about it without causing a scene and that would definitely push GG over the edge. After the dance GG came back and danced the next dance with me although we hardly spoke.
As we danced I was keeping my eye on Bannock; he appeared to be making a tour of the place talking to all his pales. But the disconcerting thing was whichever guy he was talking too would take a quick look over at GG and me; Bannock always kept his back to me when he was talking.
I'm not daft, I'd seen the scenario a hundred times before, I just had to figure out what the Prick was planning. I doubted he was thinking of the old fashioned punch-up, which his manoeuvres would normally end in.
After GG and I sat down again, his plan became clear. Some guy I didn't know came over to talk to GG, who introduced him to me. The Guy had brought over drinks for both of us, one taste of the pint he had brought me, told me it was spiked. I didn't get off the boat yesterday! So that was Bannock's plan; I wondered if GG's drink was spiked as well; but figured he wanted her compos mentis when he got into her pants.
I had to be cleaver now, I couldn't drink the fucking Mickey so I had to loose it, and I didn't want Craig to know I was onto him. The other thing I needed to know was, did GG know what was going on? Was she in on Craig's plan to get me drunk, so they could get together?
The first drink I switched with Tony's whilst he and Christine were dancing. The next I surreptitiously dumped into a nearby plant. The third went down the loo. Well that's the way it went on. These Pratt's kept bringing me spiked drinks and I kept dumping them. I made it look like I was drinking them though and started to look a little unsteady on my feet. I think I must have carried it off quite well, because GG told me that I should lay off the drink a bit. Now I had to figure out; was she covering herself or was she really concerned?
Around eleven I thought that the drunken stupor would save me having to dump anymore drinks. We had moved on to a long couch, so I laid back and pretended to fall asleep. GG was sat on one side of me and Tony and Christine on the other.
Shortly after he thought I was asleep, Bannock came over. I watched him coming through half closed eyes. He took GG out on the floor and they danced around together. I saw him getting in a good few gropes and was surprised and pleased to see that GG was now pushing his hands away. Maybe I could trust her, but she'd had a lot to drink.
Shortly after they stopped playing records and some joker started playing the piano. Almost everyone got in a huddle around him and they started singing Rugby songs. I doubt any of these guys had ever been anywhere near a Rugby Pitch in they're lives. As I remember the ones that I knew were wimps of the first order. The only thing they had going for them was they're parents' money.
"This is were things start getting out of hand." I heard Christine say to Tony. "The girls will be getting they're tits out next."
"Shall we go home" Tony replied "I don't think I'm into Orgies."
"We can't. What about Stephanie and John? John's in no condition to know what's going on. If we go Craig will be fucking Stephanie over that piano in front of everyone. He's done it before!"
"Shit you've got to be joking."
"I'm not, he had nearly all the girls naked one night, then he bent Steph over a table and fucked her in front of everyone. Then he let his friend fuck her as well, while he had her try to suck him off again. But he couldn't get it up a third time."
"What do you mean a third time?"
"You'll see, when the slag's start stripping, he'll have one of them give him a blow job. I'd bet it would be Stephanie, if John and us weren't here. He might try for her anyway, she's had a lot to drink and John's out cold."
"Oh Christ Christine, what the hell are we going to do if he does."
"I haven't got the faintest idea. I wish John hadn't got so drunk, he'd have put a stop to it."
They went quiet as Craig's voice could be heard starting a chant. "Get them out. Get them out."
