Thank you for your nice comments. Sylvia G.
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Geoff.
Sylvia won't talk about what happened, she just lays there in bed, sulking. I know she wants me gone, but I have a few things to do before that. Still she's gone back to work today.
I've been to see Jayne; she says debts have been paid. She did let slip where broken nose works, a fucking accountant he is. So I went to see him, had a nice little chat, and he was only too willing to give me the money I owes Sylvia. Unless he wanted his wife, and the rest of his firm to know what he gets up to.
I got the paving slabs when she was working too. That Neil was a little jumpy, but I told him straight he aint getting any money for them, still they is now laid.
So I'm off to my dad's old farm for a few days. I'm in quandary though, I mean Sylvia's been through a lot, and Jayne has had what she wants from her. It's like we all want Sylvia, for this and that. She has pissed me of though, not talking to me, she hasn't said one word to me, not a thank you for punching that bloke even. Honestly I don't know why I like her so much. Her fucking nose in the air again, and she didn't even blink one of those sexy long eyelashes of hers, when I told her I was leaving today.
This is why I get confused sometimes. I want things to be nice for her then I think, fuck it, the stuck up cow doesn't deserve anything nice. Geoffrey Baker is doing what he wants from now on, and when Sylvia is my wife, she'll have to do as she's told.
Gwen Higgs.
"So let me get this right, you followed Mr Baker to an accountant's office in the high street. He emerged 20 minutes later with Derek March, and they both went to a bank and Baker waited outside?"
"Yes Ma'am, Derek March came out 10 minutes later, and then handed over a large envelope to Mr Baker. March went to leave, but Baker dragged him round a corner, and Baker then appeared to be checking the contents of the envelope."
"And you're sure Detective Parsons that it was money Baker pulled out of the envelope?"
"Yes Ma'am, and then Baker drove back to Ms Summers' house and posted the money through her letterbox."
"Okay, and was Ms Summers in?"
"That I don't know Ma'am. But Baker did drive to her work place, and stared through the window for a few minutes. Then he got in his van and head off in the direction of the motorway, so he could be anywhere right now."
"Okay, while Baker is away we'll shelve this side of the operation for the moment. I should have a warrant to search the sex shop in a few days. We'll see how we get on there."
Sylvia.
It has been two days now since Geoff left. I'm starting to feel myself again. As for the sex shop and what happened there, I'm trying not to think of it. The trouble is, when I lay in bed at night, I can't stop thinking about it, the sex, all those men taking me, and the foot guy doing what he did.
My whole life is bizarre at the moment. Geoff left the money he took from me through my door; I wasn't expecting that, also I've got new paving slabs laid in my garden.
Last night I put my nipple rings back through my nipples, and I set my vibrator going, and hooked my thumbs through the rings and pulled. I kept imagining Geoff pulling the rings as he fucked me, and then he turned into Derek.
So I'm sat here in town in a café, work done for the day, and I'm staring out of the window, wondering if I'll see Geoff again, but hoping not. I still remember the look of horror on his face, when he saw the state I was in in the sex shop, and the punch he landed on Derek's nose.
"Hello Ms Summers, you do know you are smiling to yourself?"
I look up, and there is that copper staring down at me, smiling.
"Hello, Detective Parsnip, isn't it?" I reply coldly.
His smile drops, "I'm sorry if I offended you in the past. You just looked so happy, it is nice to see."
I shrug really not bothered, and he moves away to a table behind me. For a moment the look on his face comes back to me. I close my eyes and I can see the almost hurt feeling in his eyes. I hear him ordering a coffee, and in one insane moment I jump up and walk to his table.
"Fuck me, now or never."
I walk out the café feeling my heart race a little. I walk purposely, willing him to follow me, and promising to be a better person if he does. For a few seconds the sound of people and traffic going by stops. My ears are tuning in searching for footsteps behind me, there's nothing. I listen harder and harder and I stop, to negate the sound of my high heels. Still nothing for another second and then hurrying shoes behind me. I spin round and there he is looking a little sheepish. Perhaps he thought I was joking? No I had a determind look on my face that would have told him I wasn't.
"Where did, I mean where shall we go?"
I want to smile at him but I can't. It wouldn't go with the overpowering sensation of lust that I'm feeling.
"Fuck me somewhere, just take me and do it."
His eyes look deeply into mine, so deep I can feel tears welling up. He moves forward and takes my hand. He drags me up an alley, the same alley that I've seen Geoffrey Baker in. His head turns searching for a place. He pushes me through a gate to the back of one of the shops. I think it was the gate that Matt appeared from a while ago.
He kicks the gate shut, and I pull my panties and tights down I hoist up my skirt, and then bend over a bin. He's in me within a second or two, fucking me from behind, and panting in my ear.
Everything about this fuck is frantic, and that's all it is, just a fuck. I keep telling him in quiet passionate whispers, not to stop. He grunts and jabs hard in me. My hand tries to find something to grab hold of, before I topple head first over the bin. I stretch my hand out, until it comes into contact with the rough wall.
"Do it harder, harder you bastard, hurt me," I hiss.
He does, he drives in hard grunting with each push. I'm savouring one of the quickest orgasms I've had for ages. It's bliss, and yet so desperate, it's all I can do to muffle my cries from wild screams, to low frantic gasps.
I can feel my hair becoming loose in the clips, strands fall down over my face, and I shut my eyes to blot out everything, apart from the feeling of his cock buried deep in my pussy.
He comes, and starts making this high pitched squeak just behind me. He pulls out and stands behind me panting, in fact we both are. I struggle to push myself upright. I kick off my shoes and pull my tights off the one remain leg they hang from. I pull up my panties and wiggle my skirt down. I turn facing him, pulling the remaining clips out of my hair, and then I shake my head, and then try my best to tidy my hair up a little. He watches me go all through this, but it is only now I see the look on his face. I know what he is thinking.
"Don't worry I don't want to marry you, you're just a fuck. What's up, aren't women supposed to behave like this? I used you like men use me, get over it."
He backs away rubbing his hand over his mouth, looking as guilty as hell. He mumbles something, gives me one final disbelieving look, and goes out of the gate. I follow a couple of minutes later. I walk home feeling the evidence of what he mumbled he shouldn't have done, collect in my panties.
He was quite shocked to see me at the police station the next day. I asked for him at the desk. I realised then I didn't even know his first name.
He comes through and sees me waiting; he grabs my arm and pulls me into a small room. His eyes are questioning me, rapidly flicking back and forth, looking deep into my eyes. He looks insecure, the first time I've ever seen a policeman look like that. I hold up his police ID wallet, he goes to take it from me, and I flick my wrist out the way of his reaching hand.
"I found it on the ground," I open it and read his name, "Tommy."
He thanks me with a slight reluctance. I give the ID up to him.
"Sylvia, I mean, Ms Summers, we can't see each other."
I nod, but I don't take my eyes from his. I move forward so my lips are close to his. I reach up and kiss his lips slowly.
"Then this is goodbye,"I whisper, still looking deep into his eyes.
I turn and reach for the door, as I start to pull it open his hand pushes it back closed, and he twists the lock. His lips are on me franticly kissing me, as his hand goes up my skirt, and finds my bare pussy. I push him back, and his eyes look at me questioningly. Slowly I run my hand up the bulge in his trouser, and bring the zip down in the next motion. I reach in the opening and pull out his cock. I tug him to the table using his dick as a leash. I push him back so he is bent backwards, propping his body up by his arms behind him.
He stays like that waiting for whatever I'm going to do next. He gulps and then watches me pull my skirt up. His eyes are drawn between my legs, and I reach out and take his cock in my hand again. I step forward, open my legs, and I pull his cock between my pussy lips, but I do not let him enter me. I give his cock one long slow swipe between my legs, coating his cock head with my juice.
"Close your eyes," I whisper seductively.
His eyes close, and I give his cock head another taste of my wetness, and then I quickly tug my skirt down, rush to the door, and let myself out.
That same night he comes to my house, I let him in, and we fuck, and fuck, and fuck, and then I kick him out.
We see each other for 3 more nights, and the process is repeated, we fuck, and then I kick him out. On the third night I tell him I've had enough of him, and not to come round again. He looks a little lost, but I remind him I was only interested in his cock, and now, I'm not.
The fourth night he comes round later. I hear the knock on the door, I open it, but it isn't Detective Parson, Neil bursts in.
"Bev knows, her mum, told her. I'm in the shit now because of you. And look at this fucking thing."
He drops his trouser and I see a lump of plastic covering his cock, with a padlock on it.
"I'll never get this off now, you fucking bitch!"
He spins round and I see a fist land on the side of his jaw. He falls in a crumpled heap with his trousers twisted round his knees.
