telling him to shut up and drive, but she stopped, and Bobbie let me up. I was laughing as I sat back, and flourished the phone at Sophie, only to have to grab at the seat in front to stop myself being thrown back across Bobbieâs lap as the cabby took a violent corner.
âHey, this isnât a fucking speedway!â I shouted.
He ignored us, joining the flow of cars on some highroad or other, just as my phone went. Sensible Lucy would have realised who it was going to be and ignored it, or at least checked the incoming number. Drunken, flustered Lucy answered it â to Niall Flynn, inevitably.
âHi Niall . . . yes, itâs me . . . no, Iâm fine . . .â
âNo sheâs not. She wants your cock.â
âShut up, Sophie. No, nothing Niall, just my drunk friend . . . never mind her tits.â
âBig and round and bouncy, Niall! Fancy a grope?â
âSophie! Sorry, Niall, I . . . no she did not say that. OK, she did, but sheâs pissed.â
âWhere are you, Niall? Weâll come round.â
âBobbie!â
Sheâd said it right into the receiver. I hastened to correct her.
âNo, sheâs just mucking about. Anyway, weâre miles away, somewhere in Greenwich, I think. No they are not! Theyâre just pissed, thatâs all. No, you pervert, I donât care if youâve never had a threesome.â
âOoh, yes please! Iâm up for it, Niall, I want to watch her suck on your balls and lick your arsehole.â
âSophie!â
I tried to hit her, pressing disconnect at the same instant, and we were slapping at each other, both laughing. So was Bobbie, but suddenly sheâd stopped, grabbed me around my waist and pulled me down over her lap. Sophie grabbed my hair, and before I could protest my skirt had been yanked up, my knickers had been hauled up my crease and my bare bottom was being spanked. Both of them were laughing uproariously, and louder still as I began to struggle and squeak, because it stung like anything. She wasnât going to stop anytime soon either, and the next thing I knew was that the cab had come to a screeching halt.
âOut!â Bellowed the cab driver.
âHey, but . . .â
âI said out, you mad bitches! Go on with you!â
âYes, but . . .â
âOut!â
âOK, OK, keep your hair on.â
It was not a good thing to say, not when he had quite so much missing on top. Seconds later we were stranded on the pavement, Sophie giggling, Bobbie looking pissed off, me with my knickers still pulled up my bum.
âWhat a wanker!â
âYes, youâd think heâd have enjoyed the view. Nice bum, Miss Perks.â
âYeah, right, but it doesnât half sting. Letâs get another cab.â
It was easier said than done. The pubs had started to empty out, and we had to join a queue outside a cab office. It was half-an-hour before we were headed west, now a lot more subdued. As we came into the Blackwall Tunnel I realised Sophie was asleep, or sheâd passed out. Bobbie didnât look much better.
âShall we just get dropped off home?â
âBest get Sophie back. Cabby, forget the West End, go for Archway.â
âYou got it.â
We went, first to Archway, where Bobbie helped Sophie from the cab and into a block of red brick flats. She was going to stay, but I had to get back, and got dropped off at the end of my street a few minutes after midnight. It was quiet, as always, and a little scary, the shadows of the terrace and the privet hedges seeming to hold a thousand menaces. When a tall figure stepped out I nearly jumped out of my skin, only to realise who it was, his rich accent and strong voice infinitely soothing.
âBack already then, Lucy?â
âYou scared me, Niall!â
I was shaking slightly, and I clung to him by instinct. His hand immediately slipped down to my bottom, squeezing a cheek through my skirt as he
âHey, this isnât a fucking speedway!â I shouted.
He ignored us, joining the flow of cars on some highroad or other, just as my phone went. Sensible Lucy would have realised who it was going to be and ignored it, or at least checked the incoming number. Drunken, flustered Lucy answered it â to Niall Flynn, inevitably.
âHi Niall . . . yes, itâs me . . . no, Iâm fine . . .â
âNo sheâs not. She wants your cock.â
âShut up, Sophie. No, nothing Niall, just my drunk friend . . . never mind her tits.â
âBig and round and bouncy, Niall! Fancy a grope?â
âSophie! Sorry, Niall, I . . . no she did not say that. OK, she did, but sheâs pissed.â
âWhere are you, Niall? Weâll come round.â
âBobbie!â
Sheâd said it right into the receiver. I hastened to correct her.
âNo, sheâs just mucking about. Anyway, weâre miles away, somewhere in Greenwich, I think. No they are not! Theyâre just pissed, thatâs all. No, you pervert, I donât care if youâve never had a threesome.â
âOoh, yes please! Iâm up for it, Niall, I want to watch her suck on your balls and lick your arsehole.â
âSophie!â
I tried to hit her, pressing disconnect at the same instant, and we were slapping at each other, both laughing. So was Bobbie, but suddenly sheâd stopped, grabbed me around my waist and pulled me down over her lap. Sophie grabbed my hair, and before I could protest my skirt had been yanked up, my knickers had been hauled up my crease and my bare bottom was being spanked. Both of them were laughing uproariously, and louder still as I began to struggle and squeak, because it stung like anything. She wasnât going to stop anytime soon either, and the next thing I knew was that the cab had come to a screeching halt.
âOut!â Bellowed the cab driver.
âHey, but . . .â
âI said out, you mad bitches! Go on with you!â
âYes, but . . .â
âOut!â
âOK, OK, keep your hair on.â
It was not a good thing to say, not when he had quite so much missing on top. Seconds later we were stranded on the pavement, Sophie giggling, Bobbie looking pissed off, me with my knickers still pulled up my bum.
âWhat a wanker!â
âYes, youâd think heâd have enjoyed the view. Nice bum, Miss Perks.â
âYeah, right, but it doesnât half sting. Letâs get another cab.â
It was easier said than done. The pubs had started to empty out, and we had to join a queue outside a cab office. It was half-an-hour before we were headed west, now a lot more subdued. As we came into the Blackwall Tunnel I realised Sophie was asleep, or sheâd passed out. Bobbie didnât look much better.
âShall we just get dropped off home?â
âBest get Sophie back. Cabby, forget the West End, go for Archway.â
âYou got it.â
We went, first to Archway, where Bobbie helped Sophie from the cab and into a block of red brick flats. She was going to stay, but I had to get back, and got dropped off at the end of my street a few minutes after midnight. It was quiet, as always, and a little scary, the shadows of the terrace and the privet hedges seeming to hold a thousand menaces. When a tall figure stepped out I nearly jumped out of my skin, only to realise who it was, his rich accent and strong voice infinitely soothing.
âBack already then, Lucy?â
âYou scared me, Niall!â
I was shaking slightly, and I clung to him by instinct. His hand immediately slipped down to my bottom, squeezing a cheek through my skirt as he
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