It was dim in the room with the only light coming from the lamp post outside, but she noticed that the walls had recently been plastered. The whole place smelt of damp and neglect. Even the sofa looked dilapidated. As her eyes adjusted to the dimness she could see it was filthy. It stunk of cigarettes and fried food. But who cared? It was comfortable, and more than adequate for what she wanted.

Billy brought the drinks in and handed her a plastic glass full of vodka and Coke. ‘Get that down your neck. Plenty more where that came from.’

Jessie took a deep draught; it was nearly all cheap vodka, as she had expected. She lay back against the arm of the sofa, and she could see his excitement as she gave him her glass, and casually started to undress herself. She was not wearing that much anyway and, as she pulled her top over her head, and dropped it on to the floor, she heard his intake of breath. She was without underwear – she knew the power of that from previous experience. Billy was already putting the drinks on to the floor, his whole world focused on her and her body. Her breasts were heavy and well-shaped, enough to make any man fold, and Jessie enjoyed the power she had as she exposed them to the air. She lifted her skirt up around her hips, opening her legs wide, and she could hear the change in the man’s breathing, feel his mounting excitement, as she pulled him into her arms, and kissed him deeply, pulling at his shirt, trying to rip it open.

‘Come on, Billy boy, you know what to do.’

Billy Thomas was in a state of pure ecstasy. He jumped up quickly, tearing his clothes off with abandon. This was the best he’d ever had. This young girl was a fucking dream come true for him, and she was his – all his. It was as if all his Christmases and birthdays had arrived at once. He had never felt so aroused by anyone in his life. She was like a porn star, willing to do anything he wanted her to do. In this light, she looked her age – so fucking young and vulnerable. She was a schoolgirl in a woman’s body, and it was a huge turn-on.

But as he finally thrust himself inside her, all hell suddenly broke loose.

Chapter Ninety

Chapter Ninety

Terence Brown was more disgusted than he had ever felt in his life. Seeing a man like Michael Flynn shamed like this was unprecedented. The girl was screaming in terror, and he automatically grabbed her and placed his hand over her mouth. The noise she was making had to be stopped as quickly as possible – the last thing any of them needed was the fucking Filth arriving on the scene, all notebooks, bright eyes, and awkward questions.