Free Office Perks by Monica Belle Page A

I’d closed my eyes, my ecstasy and the drink singing in my head, in bliss, until a sudden change of light made me realise something was wrong. As my eyes jerked open I realised what. A riverboat was starting in towards the next pier along, the bright lights from the saloon windows illuminating me, tits out, one hand down my knickers, and maybe a hundred thoroughly respectable-looking types in dinner suits and fancy gowns staring right at me. He was long gone.
    It was funny, especially because I’d got away with it, and been given a good, rough fucking while the others had got nothing. Not that I discovered until I called Bobbie the next day, because I’d managed to lose them, and ended up going home on my own. I didn’t even know the name of the guy I’d shagged, any more than he knew mine.
    They’d only been another few yards down the Embankment when a police cruiser had pulled up and told them to behave, probably more or less at the same instant I was being filled with cock. It had broken the moment, and they’d had no idea what had become of me, so they’d gone on to another bar with the lads. Nothing had come of it, so Bobbie was well jealous of me when I told her what I’d been up to.
    She was more jealous still when I told her I couldn’t come out with them the next night because I would be with Niall. They were going to Phatz in Camden Town, which was having a ladies’ night, with free entry anddrinks half-price for girls. I was sorry to miss it, and just a little resentful that I seemed to be getting drawn into a full-on relationship with Niall whether I liked it or not.
    I wasn’t going to let it happen, but I wanted him; for his easy humour, his stamina and, best of all, the way he made me want to be dirty. Mum seemed to think it was some big first date and, although she knew I was no virgin, she actually cautioned me to play hard to get while I was making up on the Saturday evening. I didn’t answer, pretending to concentrate on my eyelashes.
    Bobbie had given me the address of the shop where she bought her heels, and I’d treated myself to a pair from my first paycheque. They were shiny black, with the logo in scarlet and also the actual heels, which were four inches high. My shortest black dress, stay-ups and black ribbon to tie back my hair completed the look, unusual and I hoped a little exotic. Siobhan said I looked like a hooker.
    Mr Phibbs two doors up had some gorgeous scarlet roses growing in his front garden, and when Niall came to collect me I pinched one for my hair. It had him drooling, Niall, not Mr Phibbs, and pawing my bottom as he hurried me into the car. I felt good, sexy, a little naughty, ready for both mischief and sex, once I’d been suitably wined and dined. Niall looked well pleased with himself, and I wondered if he had a nice surprise for me, perhaps dinner at some posh restaurant.
    â€˜Where are you taking me, then?’ I asked, fluttering my eyelashes.
    â€˜Gogarty’s.’
    â€˜You’re joking.’
    â€˜No.’
    It was certainly a surprise, but not the sort I’d bargain for. Gogarty’s had to be the most Irish of Irish bars east of Dublin. Half the people there would have been toschool with me, and nine out of ten would know me or my brothers and sisters. It would be like being paraded, and I wasn’t at all sure I liked the idea. In fact, I definitely didn’t.
    â€˜Why Gogarty’s?’
    â€˜What’s wrong with Gogarty’s?’
    â€˜Nothing, but it’s . . . well, it’s hardly a romantic night out, is it? I’m not dressed for Gogarty’s either.’
    He gave me an incurious glance, as if unsure what I was talking about.
    â€˜What’s this, “romantic night out”? A few pints and we’re back to my place, where I aim to fuck the living daylights out of your little arse. How’s that for an evening?’
    â€˜Charmed, I’m