8pm Meeting
Time moved slowly that day, every minute seemed like a hour, the hours like days, but as the hands of the clock slowly approached 8pm, the fire down below was becoming more intense. As the hands of he clock struck the appointed time, I bounded through Aunty Junes back door, announcing my arrival,
"In here Shaun." I heard her call from the living room, pushing the door open, the fire raging in my loins was soon extinguished. Aunty June was not alone, seated beside her at the table was another woman. I use the term woman very, very loosely. Ms Angela Grey was well known in the area, not only was she one of the richest people in town but also had the reputation as a fearsome dragon. In her mid 60's with a body rounder than it was tall and a manner so cold and evil, even demons ran from her.
"Sit down." She told me in a tone which was a command rather than a request.
"Let's cut out the bullshit, the man I use, to attend to my clients needs, has left me, firstly, because he is getting to old, secondly, he has made enough money out of me, to retire. June has recommended you as a replacement, me I think you are too young. But June has pointed out, youth has it's advantages I could exploit, therefore I have decided to give you a chance. Starting tomorrow you will be working for me, I will tell you where and when to be, what the job entails and how much you will be paid. Any tips or extras you receive are all yours to keep, I don't want to know about them. Beware you will be on a months trial, if you fail to deliver, you will be out on your ear, succeed and you will be paid more than anyone your age could imagine"
I didn't have any chance to protest or ask any questions, before she upped and left telling me to be,
"My office, tomorrow, 7am sharp."
After she had left, I turned to my Aunty June and asked,
"What the fuck has just happened?"
Her reply really astounded me.
"You have just been given the opportunity to earn big money and if the rumours are correct, to fuck till your cock can't take any more."
I started to remonstrate when she took me by the hand,
"Talking about fucking, come with me."
Instead of heading upstairs, she led me into the kitchen, letting my hand go, she headed to the sink and bent over it.