The food was delicious, and the wine really hit the mark while we talked. Our chat had jumped from lustful dirty talk to questions about what I planned on doing next, now that I’d left college. My dad had offered me a job at his company, but I was unsure if I wanted to do that, knowing he’d be my boss.

“Well, you’re still young, my darling, and there’s no mad rush to choose a career path just yet. I would offer you some work at my Gym, but with how things are at the moment, I’d find it hard to pay you. Plus, all you’d be doing is cleaning down the equipment and washing towels, but there could be a plus side if you did,” Molly hinted cheekily. I then heard a soft clatter on the floor under the table. 

But before I could see what it was, I felt a foot rubbing up against my leg as her toes moved higher and higher before slipping into my crotch. At the same time, Molly leant back, kneading my now-growing erection.

“That feels so nice... Mmm, well, that is definitely tempting… How is your Gym getting on, by the way?” I stared at her making small talk. Molly picked up her wine glass with one hand, taking an exaggerated sip from it, pressing her toes into me a bit more, working the tip of me. Just at that moment, the waitress who’d been with us since the beginning came back over to our table.

“How was your meal, guys? All good, I hope?” she grinned, looking at Molly, who wasn’t taking her eyes off me. Her foot was working me perfectly, driving me crazy. I couldn't help but take a deep breath gripping the tablecloth while I looked up at our young waitress. It was pretty evident what Molly was doing to me under the table, and the waitress didn’t miss that fact, causing her to stare.

“Err, yeah. Great, thanks,” I smiled at the woman who saw Molly’s painted red toes flexing around the lump growing in my lap.

“Fantastic, now would you two like some dessert?” she smiled, looking at me, then at my lap again, where Molly’s pretty toes were visible and had begun to scrunch the outline of my cock.

“We're good here, hun; I think Rick is about to give me all the dessert I need in a minute,” Molly assumed cheekily. The young waitress smirked and nodded at Molly’s reply.

“Ok, well, would you like me to bring you the bill then, Sir? So you can give the lady her... dessert!” the waitress responded, looking at me all coy. This made Molly purse her lips into a smirk while I choked a little, feeling somewhat embarrassed and exposed by these two attractive ladies staring at me.

“Yes, yes, please," I blushed, going even redder in the face out of pure embarrassment gripping hold of Molly’s foot, stopping her teasing toes that had gotten me so damn worked up.

Molly then decided to make things even worse for me after seeing my red face and asked our young waitress a direct question. “Becky, is it?” she asked, reading the name tag on her uniform. The young lady nodded, loving the little show Molly was putting on. At the same time, Becky rested a hand on her hip, tilting her head, beholding Molly, then looked back at my crotch and the cock outlined in the fabric. 

“My friend here is a little shy, as you can see, but would you say he’s rather sexy? Is he someone you'd want to hit on you in a club?” Molly asked, smugly taking a large sip of her wine. Becky looked at me for a few seconds, with a huge grin materialising across her face.

“Yeah, I would; he’s rather cute,” she responded, not showing any signs of embarrassment at such a direct question. “But, if I’m being honest, Miss, you’re more my type.” This unexpectedly caused Molly to lose some of the wine in her mouth, spitting a little onto her plate. 

This made me laugh, and I watched as Becky gave Molly a once over, taking her time like she’d done with me. Molly squirmed a little. 

“I’ll go get you your bill now, Sir.” With that, Becky left us while Molly looked on, shocked at how brazen this young lady had just been, beating Molly at her own game.

“Ha! Didn’t expect that now, did you?” I declared smugly; as Molly wiped her chin clean of red wine. She dropped her foot from me and sniggered, sticking her tongue out at me. But Molly was observing the young lady glimpsing back at us; Becky slid her hair behind her ear while she stripped Molly with her eyes.

“Do you like girls, women, I mean?” I probed; Molly pursed her lips, drawing her attention back to me, thinking about the question I’d asked with some consideration.

“I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about it, but her... No, no way, she’s far too young; I appreciate the body of a woman, not a girl. Anyway, less of that, you! You’re out with me, and only me. You got that, boyo? No third wheels tonight, epically young ones like that who can play the game better than me.” Molly sassed, pointing at me and chuckling. I held my hands up, getting the message loud and clear before Becky returned to our table with the bill.

“So, what do you guys have planned tonight?” Becky asked politely, putting the bill on the table. Looking at the receipt, Molly began pulling twenty-pound notes from her red clutch bag that my dad had given us.

“A club or two, then I think we’ll get a hotel. I'm not sure yet; nothing is set in stone,” Molly responded politely, but matter-of-factly, like the playtime we were having with Becky was finally over. All Molly wanted to do was to get out there. Her remarks about getting a hotel together caused me to become quite giddy, and she saw the boyish smirk on my face while I tried to play it cool.

“Oh, well, maybe I’ll see you two later. Most of us are finishing in a little bit and are planning on hitting the town. If I see you, I’ll buy you both a drink,” Becky smiled warmly, brushing a lock of her hair behind her ear before peacocking her ample-sized chest in front of us while making it obvious she liked us both.

“That's kind of you, thanks, Becky; we're not from around here. Is there anywhere you’d recommend going tonight?” I grinned while Molly, on the other hand, gave me a sharp piercing look that screamed, ‘ASSHOLE!’

In a flash, Molly bent down, grabbing her shoe from under the table and her coat before leaving Becky and me behind. I shrugged at the young waitress, unsure of what I’d done wrong.

“Molly, wait up!” I called out, catching up to her outside; she was huffing and puffing, clearly not impressed with something I’d done, while she put on her coat and worked her foot back into her high heel shoe.

“Please don’t do that again!” she snapped firmly, buttoning up her coat.

“Do what? I was only being polite to her; Molls, don’t get funny with me, please! We’re having such a great night, well, we were until now!” I assumed, taking her by the hand and interlocking my fingers with hers.

Molly regarded me for a second before responding, appearing to be a tad upset. “Sorry, I just… Well, I didn’t like how you spoke to her; I’m a little delicate right now, as you well know, and… I want you to want me tonight… No other women, just me... Sorry I’m being ridiculous, aren’t I?” Molly remarked, stamping her shoe hard on the floor, causing her foot to slip inside it finally.

“No, you’re not silly. A person who will not be named tonight has put you through a lot of shit these past few years, and especially this past month, so I get it. But please don’t paint me with the same brush... You know me; I adore you, Molly, more than anything. And just so you know, I really can’t wait to have you….” I said softly, brushing my thumb over hers.

Molly beamed back at me, taking hold of my other hand and began swaying her body side to side as she thought of something. “Follow me. I want to show you something,” Molly started dragging us both away from the main strip; little to no words were spoken as she led me down this side ally. It was already getting dark, and the sky's light had dwindled somewhat. With only one street light down here, my heart began to race in my chest at what she might have planned for me. 

The alley was dark and dingy, with red brick high walls on either side of us and rusty metal bars covering windows on one side. This part of town was an old industrial estate, which looked quite rundown. A chill went through me, but Molly seemed to relish this place; I don't know why. But we soon stumbled upon a fire exit doorway of some random office building with just a single light above us. Glancing at me, she folded her coat and placed it neatly on a dry part of the floor, along with her red clutch bag. Then brushing a wave of hair behind her ear, she stepped closer to me. It was eerily quiet down here, with only the sounds from her shoes and the distant traffic that could be heard as the yellow glow of the single light shone on her face.

Still, no words had been spoken when Molly knelt down, pulling on my belt buckle while pressing my body up against the wall. She apparently wasn’t lying about wanting me for dessert. I felt her hand dart inside my trousers and then my boxers; her hand felt cold as it made contact with the warm skin of my cock.

“I’ve dreamed of doing this since you were eighteen, Rick... And after I saw you in the shower... it's all I can think about,” she said softly, pulling me free into the cold evening air, making me shudder. 

“Well, look at that... Don't you have a nice fat cock,” she stated, studying it. Then, she began wrapping her fingers around it as she gauged its girth.

"Rick, I'm not going to lie, this thing intimidates me a little bit... When you decide to take me, please go slow!" Molly emphasised looking up at me, which told me she was deadly serious. Then just like that, she reached out with her tongue and licked it from the base up to the tip, wrapping her warm lips over the end before trying to take me down her throat as far as it would go.

“Oh, my ahh, that feels fucking amazing,” I gasped, with my legs beginning to feel weak, losing my footing a little bit as I watched her head bob slowly up and down the entire shaft's length. Molly slurped and gasped, gagging a few times while working my dick like a pro. 

“Baby, stop!… Molly fuck, I’m going to cum if you don’t stop!” I whimpered, embarrassed that I could not hold back the tension and build-up of the past few days. Bringing me to the very edge in mere seconds. Molly didn’t let up. Instead, the little minx brought her hands up to my bum, pulling me into her mouth as she deep-throated me. I felt myself sliding down her throat and her cold nose pressed into my stomach.

“Oh fuck... Shit… I’m gonna cum; I'm cumming baby, baby, I’m cumming ahh,” I groaned, resting my hands on Molly’s head. Unable to stop myself, I gripped her hair on the nape of her neck, driving my cock deeper into her as she started taking load after load of me down her hungry throat. She held me tightly to her mouth; wet sticky sounds were heard while she gulped me down hungrily. Then, after my cock had finished pulsating in her mouth, she slowly withdrew from me, taking long slow, deliberate licks after I let go of her hair. Molly made sure she’d cleaned every last drop of cum off my shaft.

 "I love it when a guy takes charge of me like that; god, I so fucking needed that, being used like that," she whispered, sounding incredibly turned on while giving my purple helmet one last lick and kiss before standing up and looking right at me. She appeared to be very horny and hungry for something else to happen.

“I'm sorry I cum so fast, Molls... But that blowjob was fucking amazing; my whole body is shaking right now.” I remarked, holding up my hands, which were now trembling from being so excited, coming down from my orgasm high. 

Molly had a smug look on her face as she reached down between us, arranging my cock back into my pants before zipping me back up. But she wasn’t quite finished yet, which became very apparent when she took hold of my hand and guided it between her legs, lifting up the ham of her dress to give me easier access.

My fingers made contact with her soft, silky slit. Only sweet moans and gasps were heard as I smoothed the palm of my hand over her sex in a cupping motion. She was drenched, and I could feel the heat radiating off her sex as I teased her opening a little. Slipping my middle finger along her labia, pressing upwards, slightly spreading them apart.

Molly inhaled deeply while her kissable lips quivered, affected by my tender, soft touch. Then, putting her hands on my shoulder for balance, I felt her womanly fluids dripping down off the back of my fingers as I started slipping my middle finger deep within her. 

"Oh... That's it... God, put another one in, quickly," she pleaded. 

I loved her like this, begging for a second finger to be slipped inside her. I didn't need to be asked twice, curling my index finger up into the wet folds of her vagina. While gently swaying them back and forth as her body moved to my finger fucking motion.

I guided her body backwards so her back was pressed up against the fire door. I pinned her arms up above her head with my free hand. She was now unable to escape me working her sex. Molly began to tremble, watching me work her as her hips began to buck. 

"That's it, baby. I love a man who just takes charge of me. God, I want your cock in me so badly right now," Molly panted out of breath, flicking her hips franticly. Trying to match the rhythm of my relentless finger fucking. Hearing these words, I began moving more quickly and roughly inside her.  

Molly was drowsy, panting and whimpering as my onslaught became increasingly rapid. I was hitting her engorged clit and G-spot deep within her as I moved my two fingers in a come here motion. This made wet sticky, sloshing sounds that filled the night air as her juices flowed from her pussy, dripping onto my shoes and the floor.

“That's it... Don’t stop, baby; don’t you fucking dare stop! FUCKKKKK!” she screamed loudly, causing me to panic. I let go of her hands that I'd pinned above her head and quickly cupped her mouth to shut her up. The last thing I wanted was some stranger coming to investigate what was going on down here. Molly was hyperventilating through her nose, trying to breathe. That's when I felt her pussy clenching around my digits like a vice, making it hard for me to move them inside her.

I looked down to see she’d creamed all over my hand and covered most of the inside of her legs in her womanly essence. I glanced between us and saw the wetness flowing down her legs onto the floor. Grabbing hold of me tightly, her legs finally buckled, god this was so fucking hot her losing it like this. Her arms were wrapped around my neck as she squealed into my hand as I forced my fingers in and out of her flexing orgasming hole.

Twisting her head free from my hand covering her mouth, she cried, “stop, stop, stop,” she squealed, suddenly becoming too sensitive. I removed my fingers from her heavenly wet hole as she took in deep breaths. “Fuck me... That was intense! Give me a second, Rick; my legs still haven’t come back to normal yet,” Molly remarked, flicking her head back and looked up at the sky before her body began to shake like a leaf due to what I’d just done to her. 

“I’ve not cum like that in… Well, like ever!” she mused with her arms still wrapped around me and pulled me in for a kiss. She planted one on my cheek first, then on my neck before she sucked on it, giving me this slow erotic love bite that sent shivers through my whole body as I pressed into her. 

“Seriously, Rick, thank you… I really needed that. Right, I’m good, I think. Are you good?” she questioned, still a little breathless and dazed. I couldn't help but chuckle at her confused state.

“Yeah, I’m good, Molls. Is that going to happen every time I make you cum? Because you are a bit of a screamer, and you've literally drenched the floor,” I commented, pointing to the ground. Molly stood on her own two feet with a little wobble, looking down at the mess she’d made, blushing slightly, and bringing her hand down to her sex.

“I have never cum that hard before, Rick; honestly, I’m not just saying that to make you feel good. I think it was all those hours of sexual tension that had built up… Did you like the blowjob?”

I nodded at her stoking her face, leaning in to kiss her nose as a thank you. “Same as you, Molls; I’ve never cum like that before, either.” She beamed at my compliment, and I watched her take a napkin from her clutch bag and begin cleaning herself up.

Once she’d finished, and with the biggest of smiles, she took hold of my hand, leading me back into town, heading straight for the nearest nightclub. She had a noticeable bounce in her step, with an afterglow radiating off her. “You taste great, by the way,” she declared. 

“Not bitter or salty like most men, but sweet almost. But then again, you eat the same food as me, so that’s not surprising,” Molly remarked, slipping a hand into my back pocket. I put my arm around her shoulder, pulling her into me tightly.

“So you like sucking my cock, then?” I questioned, knowing the answer already, but I wanted to hear her say it out loud.

“Babe, that thing is going to be in my mouth so much that it will basically live in there,” she smirked, placing a thumb to her mouth, and sucked it provocatively. Even though I’d just cum only mere minutes ago, her mischievous statement and little show got my motor running. I could feel myself getting turned on again. 

“God, I sound like such a total slut don’t I?” she chuckled, glancing at me to see if I agreed with her.

“Err, no… your just.” but Molly stopped me mid-sentence. 

“Rick, trust me on this. Sometimes it’s perfectly fine to agree with a woman on these things… Women liked to think they are a little slutty sometimes, dirty even. So, I’ll ask you again. Do you think I’ve been a bit of a slut tonight?”

My cock twitched, getting hard again. The words 'slut' and 'dirty' affected me on some profound level that I had never experienced before. I’d never done wordplay with any woman before, but I could clearly feel its effects.

“I think you are; I mean, you’re a total… Moll’s, this seems forced. Can I just say it when it feels right, please?” Molly pouted slightly, nodding in agreement before we headed into the nightclub.

Once inside the club and our coats handed in, we looked around. The place was semi-busy due to being still quite early, with only a few girls on the dance floor with guys hanging around the corners watching. 

They all clocked Molly, tapping their mates on their shoulders and pointing in our direction at the hot piece of ass that had just walked through the door. A few girls even started whispering, looking at us as we made our way to the bar. Once we had our drinks, we headed to a stand-up table. Molly didn’t waste time and began swaying her hips to the music while sucking on a yellow straw to drink her cocktail.

“We’re getting lots of stares, Molls. I think everyone in this room wants to sleep with you,” I shouted over the loud music. Molly bit down on her straw, smiling at me but not responding. Instead, she came to my side of the table and leaned in.

“What, what did you just say?” she asked, putting her ear to my lips.

“I said, every person in this room is looking at you and wants you.” This made her laugh, prompting her to scan the room to see what I was talking about.

“Well, the only person who’s getting all of this tonight is you, Rick; now come here and give me a kiss.” I leaned in and planted a tender wet kiss, sucking her bottom lip into my mouth, which then turned into a full-on snog as I felt her hand rest firmly on my ass, pulling me into her. When the kiss had finished, I observed men who were, in my opinion, better looking and sexier than me looking on in disbelief.

I’m no lip-reading expert or anything. Still, I swear I saw one guy mouth the words, “How the hell has he pulled that?" Molly loved the attention. Taking it all in her stride, she began dancing sexily at our table. Swaying her body provocatively while giving me these horny come fuck me eyes.

Putting our drinks down, she pulled me to the dance floor, locking her arms around my neck, rocking her hips, and straddling my right upper leg before she ground hard into my inner thigh. I felt the heat of her naked pussy permeating through the fabric of my trousers.

“People are really staring at us, aren’t they?” Molly giggled, loving the attention she was getting from men and women alike. “Let’s see what they think about this,” she said mischievously. Then, with a sexy twirl, Molly turned around, backing her ass into me, and did a perfect slut drop. Grabbing hold of my hand that I had on her shoulder, she placed it on her chest. This caused me to cup one of her firm boobs, feeling a nipple even through the dress's silky red material.

We’d done a few things, her and I. But her boobs had been one area I’d not touched yet, and they felt incredible even through her dress. Standing back up, Molly suggestively danced, working her bum into me.

“Slip your hand inside,” she moaned; maybe it was the alcohol flowing through our veins or the fact that everyone was watching us. But I excitedly obeyed, lowering my hand inside her dress. Cupping her naked breast for the first time, I took in how it felt against my fingers as I brushed them over her hard erect nipple.

“Fuck off, come on. This is some kind of joke, right!” I heard an irritated voice behind us, provoking Molly and me to chuckle. Then, tilting her head backwards, she kissed me, placing her hand on the back of my head to hold me to her. God, I wanted her so badly right then.

Our kiss finished, and I backed away, trying to compose myself, leaving Molly to carry on in her own world. Her hands drifted above her head as she rocked her alluring body to the heavy beat of the DJ's music.

Grabbing my drink, I watched as others tried their luck with her, trying to take my place, both men and women looking my way to see if it was ok. I played it cool, nodding to anyone who wanted to try their luck, feeling the buzz of being the centre of attention. Molly didn’t mind as no one was touching her, and she seemed to enjoy the small circle of fans forming around her.

As expected, a few Alpha males in the club who’d been watching us from the sidelines tried their luck too. Not asking as the others had. Instead, they tried grabbing her, grinding into her from behind while she danced. Molly stepped away, flicking them off like flies, giving no ground as she looked over at me. At that moment, I felt a warm, fluttering feeling growing in my chest, she was all mine, and I was hers. No one was going to come between us tonight, not even the sex-on-legs guys walking away speechless, not believing that they’d been rebuked, as their mates laughed at them.

Putting down my glass, I walked back over to Molly. “Let’s go get a table. Your stepson wants to play with you, you little slut!” Molly stopped in her tracks as she bit her lip, affected by my words. We grabbed our drinks and snuck off upstairs, where it was a bit quieter. The next floor was segregated off by a set of large double doors, and once inside, only a light pulsing of downstairs music could be heard.

A few groups of people were up here, too, sitting in their own segregated cubicles, laughing and joking. Molly and I headed straight to the back of the room, right out of everyone else's way. She gestured for me to head into a free booth that would typically seat a party of six.

“I wondered when you’d ask to play with me, mister, and great timing on the slut bomb. I’ve been waiting for you to call me that,” she beamed, scooting in right next to me. But, for what I had planned, I needed her lent into me, so I lifted my leg onto the seat while putting my back against the wall as she lay back into my body.

She smirked at me before she scooted herself down between my legs. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her in tightly as she let out a little blissful sigh, happy with our embrace. “Do you mind? I’d like to play with these; I’ve not seen them yet,” I gestured, tapping on the side of one of her boobs, which now had erect nipples poking into the red fabric.

“Sure, take a look; I’m not stopping you,” she breathed, getting herself comfy as she crossed her legs, leaning right back into me and closing her eyes. It made me think, what if I’d asked her months ago about doing something like this. Hell, even two years ago, I wondered if she’d been up for getting up to no good with me back then.

I wanted to feel her properly, not rushed as I’d done on the dance floor. Slipping my hands into her dress, I felt her erect nipples as they met my fingertips. Molly tensed her lips at the sensation of my delicate touch as I rolled them gently between my fingers. Her skin got goosebumps, and I felt the discs of her areolas also harden. 

Moving my hands up to take hold of her dress straps, pulling one side down first, then the other. Peeling her dress down to her navel, exposing her perfectly formed tits. They were dark pink and flawless in every way, with a cute little mole on the left one. I gently played and caressed my fingers delicately over each of them, massaging them both in my hands, causing Molly to let out a wisp of a moan.

“Do you like them?” she questioned with her eyes still closed, becoming even more relaxed as I played with her body.

“They... They're perfect,” I said, almost speechless, shaking my head in disbelief, knowing a woman like this was one in a million. I took the time to take in every milometer of her boob's shape while my fingers began to squeeze them. 

“Seriously, Molly, I have seen a fair few boobs over the years, but I’ve never seen ones like these… Are they sensitive?” Molly didn’t reply, only gasping a little after my fingers and thumbs pinched each nipple lightly.

“Harder!” she invited quietly, biting her bottom lip again as I pressed down a little more, causing her nipples to go from pink to white as she let out another sweet sigh. 

“You can do better than that, mister; I’m a slut, remember… so treat me like one!” Placing her hands on my knees, she dragged her nails up my leg. I did as she asked, pressing her tantalising hard nipples, so they became white again, feeling the strain on my finger muscles due to pinching them so hard. This affected her on another level, driving her to dig her nails into my legs even harder, drawing them upwards before she slipped a hand behind herself and began massaging my erection.

“When are you going to give this thing? I need you inside me so fucking badly, Rick.” it was obvious that her boobs being played with were her kryptonite. She was so damn worked up, and I felt her fingers pulling down my trousers' zipper. Then, not waiting for a reply, her hand slipped inside my pants, trying to work its way into my boxers.

“When do you want it?” I probed, hearing my own heartbeat thump away in my chest as I felt her hand grip my cock for the second time tonight. Molly began wanking me, using her whole body in a ripple effect, pushing her bum back into my crotch. I was still playing with one of her nipples. While I brought my other hand up to her chin, causing her to crane her head forward, taking my thumb into her mouth, sucking and biting it.

“Now… I want you in me now!” her words were mere gasps before she went back to sucking on my thumb, using her tongue. This was so erotic, watching it slide deeper into her mouth bit by bit like it was something else of mine.

“Then if you want it, you little slut, take it out and sit on it…. But I'll need to cup your mouth. You’re a bit of a screamer!” my words were bold but had the desired effect I intended. It sent shivers through us both; Molly turned to face me, letting my thumb fall from her mouth before I cupped it. I watched her nostrils flare, trying to breathe. She was still looking right at me while pulling at the hem of her dress. This caused it to slide up her legs, revealing her pantiless wet pussy to anyone who might come around the corner. 

Tactfully she tried to cover herself with her little red clutch bag. While with her other hand, she pulled at my belt buckle, trying to set me free.

“Oh shit, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt you both; err, sorry, err… Do you mind if we take the booth next door?” a very embarrassed older lady asked, looking straight at Molly’s perfect tits, which were exposed for the whole world to see.

Molly quickly slipped her dress straps back over her shoulders while I removed my hand from her mouth as she scooched away from me. I quickly covered myself, embarrassed as the lady recognised that she’d just walked in on us.

“So sorry about that, yes that’s fine, take the booth,” Molly stuttered as the lady peeked at me and my appendage that I was now trying so desperately to stuff back into my trousers. I have no idea if she saw anything, but it was clear from my fumbling what I was doing as the red face lady left us.

We heard a gaggle of women slide into the booth next door. Molly looked on at me, hand over her face, mortified we'd been caught, going bright red. I, too, was just as embarrassed, feeling like a naughty teenager again.

“I think next door were… you know…” the woman said to her friends, but we couldn’t quite hear what else was being said.

“What!... really, just now? Well, how old are they?” came another woman’s voice that was quickly shushed by all her friends. Molly and I were now smirking at one another, trying to hold back laughter as we heard the same woman speak out loud again.

“Ok, well, I need the toilet; I’ll be right back, ladies,” the woman sounded off loudly, so anyone and everyone could hear her. But, unfortunately, it was an act and a bad one. Within seconds, a head appeared around the edge of our booth, clearly being nosey as she nodded at us both before disappearing again.

“Hmm, not bad,” we heard her declare to her friends, and that was it. Both of us cracked up and burst out laughing. Molly took hold of my hand, and we made our quick getaway.

Once outside, Molly was beside herself. “Did you see her face?” she asked. I nodded my head in disbelief at what had just happened.

“Well, that’s one to tell the kids,” I remarked. Molly had to stop and had a full-on belly-laughing meltdown in the middle of the high street, so much so that her eyes began to water.

“Oh my lord, that was your fault!” she snorted, pointing at me, still laughing, as I shrugged with a ‘WHAT!’ plastered all over my face. 

“You know what you did, mister, don’t act all innocent; you’ve corrupted me; I'm never like this,” she beamed, coming down from her laughing fit.

"I corrupted you! Ha," I chuckled. 

“Right, let’s go, next club!” Molly smiled just as she took out her mobile phone. “And I think I’ll book us a hotel; what do you fancy, cheap and cheerful, or do we go all out and get something fancy?” This last question made us stop giggling and look at one another. The hunger for each other was back with a vengeance, which showed on our faces while we walked to the next club.

"Hi, you two. Fancy seeing you here," came a voice behind us, making us freeze and turn around slowly.

"Fuck!" Molly hissed, glimpsing at me with gritted teeth as we both turned to see who it was.

End of part three