Free Bang Gang by Jade West Page A

pampering crap.
    “Yes. She’s up for it.”
    I felt a niggle in my gut. I puffed away on my cigarette, tried to play down the unease. “What’s this in aid of? She got a hot date or something?”
    She shook her head. “No, no. She’s just… you’ll see for yourself when you run into her.” She tapped my arm. “She’s finding herself again. New clothes, makeup… she looks fucking amazing. I just want to give her a helping hand along the way. It’s time she lived for herself again. It’s been too long. Work and the girls.” She flashed me a look of scorn. “And Brian.”
    “No argument from this end,” I said.
    “Good.” She grinned. “So, it’s set. You have the girls, I’ll take Jo out for some hardcore girly time. I can’t fucking wait.” She stubbed her cigarette out. “I’d better get going, this belly fat isn’t gonna burn off by itself, Darren.”
    I scoffed at her. “You don’t need to lose any of that, you look fine enough as you are.”
    “Thanks,” she said. “You can tell Jimmy O he isn’t getting a piece, dirty bastard. I saw him thrusting.”
    “Will do.”
    She slapped my arm. “Seems I’m the only woman in the village who’s not going gaga for a gangbang.” She met my eyes. “Don’t fuck local, Darren. Plenty of rich bitches out there without crapping on your own doorstep. It isn’t on.”
    “Wasn’t intending on it.” I sighed. “Mandy Taylor was a one off. For Buck.”
    “Ah,” she said.
    “Ah fucking right. I knew it was trouble.”
    She shrugged. “Just be more careful who you stick it in from now on.” She grinned. “Lecture over.” She groaned as she looked back at the road. “I fucking hate keep fit, it stinks.”
    I laughed. “Want a lift?”
    “Nah,” she said. “No pain, no gain.” She let out a sigh and resumed her jogging on the spot. “Laters.”
    I grabbed her elbow before she could escape. Her eyes were wide as I pulled her close, stepped to the side of the shutters. They grew wider still when I unbuttoned my overalls and reached inside.
    I smirked. “Fucking hell, Tonya. I’m not about to give you the pissing gigolo act.” I pulled out my wallet, counted out three hundred in twenties. She raised her eyebrows as I shoved it into her hand. “For Jo,” I explained. “Make sure she has a nice day, yeah?”
    She flicked through the notes. “She’ll never take this, and you know it.”
    I shrugged. “Make something up. Say you won it at bingo or some crap. Whatever you want.”
    She smiled and slipped it in her pocket. “I’ll work something out.”
    “Just don’t say it was from me. It’s not a… I just want to…” I sighed. “Just make sure she has a good time.”
    She winked. “I will. You can count on it.”
    Yes, I could.
    The guys were wolf whistling again before she was clear of the yard. I’d have given them another roasting if she hadn’t spun on her own sweaty heels and given them the finger herself.
    I got back to that air-con.
     
     
     

 
    “I’m nervous,” I admitted, eyes still closed tight. “Maybe I shouldn’t have…”
    “You really should have,” Tonya insisted.
    I finally dared to look. The sight in the mirror took me aback.
    “You like?” the hairdresser asked, her smile wide.
    I ran my fingers through my shorter hair, and it felt so soft. So stylish. I hadn’t had a long bob since I’d had Mia, having neither had the time nor the inclination to maintain it. Or the money, for that matter, not in the beginning.
    I hadn’t had the time, inclination or money to keep up with the deep-cherry hair dye, either, but it was another thing I’d opted to revisit with a little encouragement from Tonya. I shook my head, and the longer lengths shimmied, just about grazed my shoulders.
    I grabbed a deep breath and couldn’t stop smiling. “I love it. I really love it.” I turned to Tonya. “I feel like me again! Oh my God, I really feel like me!”
    “You look like you, as well,” she said. She