Free Office Perks by Monica Belle Page B

sure.’
    He just laughed, knowing full well that when the time came I’d be as keen as he was. We drove in silence for a while before he spoke again.
    â€˜So, what’s with your friends, then?’
    â€˜How d’you mean?’
    â€˜The ones you were with in the cab. Said I could grope her tits, she did. I heard. Do you think she’d be up for it?’
    I just laughed, hearing the eager lust in his voice.
    â€˜Come on, Lucy, I’m serious.’
    â€˜I’ll bet you are, you dirty bastard!’
    â€˜Look who’s talking!’
    â€˜What are you after, Niall?’ I asked.
    â€˜What am I after? You have to ask? I’m after the two of you in bed. Three of you, maybe. There was your other mate there too, wasn’t there? Bobbie. Three girls in my bed, now that would be something!’
    â€˜What makes you think I’d be up for that, Niall Flynn?’
    â€˜Wouldn’t you? You’re a dirty bitch, Lucy Doyle. I thought you’d be up for anything.’
    I hit him, but only playfully. We reached Gogarty’s,the front a blaze of green lighting, with the doors thrown open to the warm night air and music blasting out. Inevitably we couldn’t park anywhere near it, and ended up well down a side street before we’d found a space. As he parked I was thinking of what he’d said, how it would be to share him, as Bobbie and I had shared Frazer. It turned me on, but it just couldn’t be done. He’d be sure to tell somebody, and once a rumour like that got going, my name would be all round town as a Grade A whore.
    Ryan would find out first, probably, and he could be pretty protective. Siobhan was sure to, and so Mary, and so my Mum, and then there’d be hell to pay. As we started back towards Gogarty’s I was hoping he’d drop the subject. Not Niall Flynn.
    â€˜So, with the girls, then. Fix a date with the one with the big tits first, why not, and . . .’
    â€˜It won’t wash, Niall.’
    â€˜Why’s that? Don’t tell me you’ve gone jealous on me?’
    â€˜I’m not jealous, Niall. I won’t do it because you’d be bragging.’
    â€˜I would not!’
    â€˜Sure, I believe you.’
    â€˜Ah, come on with you, how can you say a thing like that? Did I ever tell when you wanted to know the feel of a man’s cock in your gob, and to know how it’s done, did I now?’
    â€˜Well, no, but . . .’
    â€˜But nothing! Now come on, say you’ll fix a date. We can meet at least.’
    â€˜No!’
    â€˜Come on, or do I have to make you?’
    â€˜Like how?’
    â€˜Like I make you ring them.’
    â€˜And how do you propose to make me ring them, Niall Flynn?’
    â€˜Perhaps by showing your bare arse to the street if you don’t.’
    I stuck out my tongue, turned round, stuck my bum out and flipped up my dress, showing just about everything, as all I had on was a black thong. It made his eyes pop, and I was laughing as I danced away from his clutching fingers. So was he.
    â€˜Your sister’s right, you’re a slut and more, Lucy Doyle. Now get out that phone.’
    â€˜Make me.’
    â€˜I will. I’m thinking, perhaps you’ll not be so cheeky in the club with no knickers under that pretty dress?’
    â€˜You think so, do you?’
    â€˜I do. Now out with the phone.’
    â€˜In your dreams, Niall Flynn.’
    â€˜Come on with you, Lucy, or I’ll have those knickers here and now.’
    â€˜You haven’t the guts!’
    â€˜Oh, haven’t I just?’
    â€˜No, you haven’t. You’re nothing but a great gobshite, Niall Flynn, all mouth and no action.’
    â€˜Am I, by Jesus!’
    He dashed forward. I screamed and ran, tripped over my heels and had to clutch onto a lamppost to stop myself landing smack on the pavement. The next instant his hands were on me, my dress had been yanked high and he was