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and the muscles are standing out. Now I know what my colleagues were on about when they talked about arm porn. Then I try and lift up my head a little and lean to the left to watch him pumping in and out. The angle is awkward so I shuffle to the left a bit and peer down, my neck stretching as I strain to see.
    He stops moving and looks at me. “What are you doing, Daisy? ‘Cos it’s right putting me off.”
    “Sorry. I was trying to look.”
    “Oh, if that’s the case, I’ll do this then.”
    He moves himself onto his knees and lifts up one of my legs. I have a direct view of the action as he pushes King Cock into me and back out again. In again, out again. Fuck it. I’ve seen it now. The friction has caused my eyes to close and I’m lost in the sensation. Just when I think it can’t get any better he strokes my clit with his finger. Tightness begins to gather in my pussy again and Frazer starts pumping faster and faster. I lose it at the same time as he stiffens and then lets out a huge satisfied groan. He pulls out of me and collapses at the side of the bed.
    “Frazer?”
    “Yeah.”
    “You know that agreement thing?”
    “Mmm-hmm.”
    “Well don’t bother with alternate nights on the sofa. After we’ve just shagged it seems daft. We’ll share.”
    He turns to face me. “You know this was for experience, right? A favour?”
    “Yes, shithead,” I reply. “Good job I’m used to men letting me down without sensitivity.”
    I see him wince a little at that, but I ignore him.
    “While I’m here, we’ll bunk up,” I say.
    “Huh?”
    “A bunk-up. It means a helping hand and in the urban dictionary it means, like, hooking up. So while I’m here we can help each other out.” I wink. “Only if you want to, and you need to know, I’ll probably take at least one other lover from the village, to expand my experience. There’s no exclusivity but I will practice safe sex always.”
    Frazer props his head on his arm and regards me with a curious expression. “You want friends with benefits sex from me? No commitment?”
    “Yeah. What d’ya think?” For some stupid reason I’m nervous. I shouldn’t care less what Frazer thinks, but for some reason I’m hanging on for his answer. After what I’ve just sampled, it’s easy to realise I’ve been missing out – for a long time – and with a long dick. And I’m quite impressed, to be honest.
    “Absolutely.” He responds quickly, adding. “Either dreams come true or that beer last night had some fucking drugs in it.”
    “It’s real.”
    “How do I know that for sure?” He closes his eyes. “Maybe I’m dreaming.”
    “Well, if you look at the clock it’s ten forty-five, so by my reckoning, you’re thirty minutes late for work.”
    “Shit!” he yells and bolts out of bed.
    I run after him. “Hey! Where did you put my clothes?”
     

     

 
    Chapter Ten
     
    Frazer
     
     
    I rush through the door of the pub. “I’m so sorry.”
    Trevor, the landlord, takes one look at me and raises an eyebrow. “Like that, was it? Well, I know it’s difficult to leave a warm bed, but I need you on time.”
    “Got it.”
    He spends time with me going through how to use the cash register and make all the drinks. I pick it up quickly; it’s a lot like learning my lines. I figure I can do this, no problem. It’s a small village. I imagine myself like Tom Cruise in Cocktail , all the women of the village standing by the bar and shouting my name while I throw a cocktail shaker around.
    What I’m not expecting is that my first day at work would be the day Tilly decides to audition for the role of barman. At least I’m already here. With the look on her face as she walks in, I expect she was hoping I’d miss it. Bitch.
     
     
    Bodies are everywhere, squeezed in every corner, and there’s at least six people now huddled behind the small bar. The oxygen in the air is non-existent and the heat is overwhelming. Sweat beads on my brow instantly and I