Jimmy Swann liked to believe he was the consummate businessman; suave, sophisticated and with an eye for the ladies. He saw himself as an international dealer in supply and demand but In reality, he was barely one step above the small-time drug-dealing bottom feeders. He tried not to draw too much attention to himself and thought that as long as he kept his nose clean and paid off the cops who mattered, he would be allowed to work his patch without too much harassment. He did, however, enjoy the trappings that went with being a known face about town.

Friday night and Jimmy moved through the club as the beat pounded through the speakers. Jimmy loved that feeling in his chest as the sound waves reverberated in his rib cage. The club was full. It had just gone half eleven, the pubs were emptying and the queue to get in stretched around the block.

Not that a thing like a queue ever bothered Jimmy Swann. He’d walked along the queue, checking out if there were any girls worth giving a helping hand to get inside before nodding a hello to the security guys on door duty. He loved that feeling of being a ‘Somebody’ as the bouncers parted before him and he walked past the plebs queuing to get in.

Once inside, the various dealers would nod in recognition as he passed them. He saw them hunched against the walls, trying to be surreptitious as they dealt the tablets, powders, and pills that made the club go round. Jimmy didn’t deal in the clubs. He left that to his minions. Jimmy made sure his hands were clean in case there was a raid.

“Alright, Jimmy, how’s it going, man?”

Jimmy rolled his eyes as Disco Dave stumbled past. Dave was a liability, known to take as much of the merchandise for personal use as he sold on. There were rumours he let girls pay for their drugs by getting them to piss on him. Jimmy just shook his head as he watched Dave careen into a wall, unsteady on his feet already as he went to walk past.

“Hey, Jimmy,” Dave slurred. “Is it true you pissed on Billy the Shark?”

“Fuck off, Dave,” Jimmy retorted. “You’re the one who’d know all about that.”

He moved on, shaking his head but he got a shiver like someone had stepped on his grave. The thought that Billy the Shark suspected Jimmy had double-crossed him unnerved him. Jimmy wasn’t sure if Billy suspected him or not for a consignment of drugs going missing two months back. Jimmy had been slowly mixing parts of the stolen drugs haul with his own supplies to his dealers and he was convinced he’d got away with it.

Jimmy headed for the spiral staircase leading up to the VIP balcony. He watched two guys get a crick in the neck attempting to stare up the skirts of the group of girls being escorted up the stairs.

He shook his head in amusement. If they were smart, they’d grab the table just behind them. Jimmy had worked with the contractors who had refurbished the club during the last revamp and knew that the mirrored wall he was currently looking at had a section that was angled just right to afford the perfect upskirt view to those sitting at the table.

“It’s all about the angles, Jimmy,” the glazier had told him as he sniggered at the thought of creating a private peep show in the club.

Jimmy looked up and caught the eye of a brunette in a tight red dress as she headed up the stairs. He smiled and raised his glass to her and she giggled and put her hand over her mouth. She turned and whispered something to her friend. The friend looked down and raised an eyebrow before the curve of the staircase took her out of sight.

Jimmy was grateful that the era of hot pants and leg warmers as club attire had gone. He loved to look at a girl in a clingy, tight, short dress though he often marvelled at how they could stay upright on the heels they wore, let alone dance.

“Carlos, my man,” Jimmy exclaimed when he reached the foot of the stairs. His hand was outstretched to give some skin to the tall Jamaican standing by the stairs to ensure only the worthy ventured upstairs. Carlos grinned and shook his head slowly.

“Jimmy Swann. I hope you’re not back looking to cause more aggravation.” The final word was drawn out as he grinned, chewing a toothpick between his teeth.

Jimmy dropped his arms and took on a shocked expression. “Carlos? Moi? As if I would?”

Carlos jerked his head to signal for him to go on up.

Jimmy entered the VIP area and ran his eyes over the available eye candy. The brunette in the skimpy red dress was ordering a drink at the bar and Jimmy got a perfect view of her arse as she leant over the bar. He ran his eyes over her. A bit of a ‘butterface,’ he decided on closer viewing, but what a figure.

The blonde friend saw him approach and shuffled to one side to let Jimmy squeeze in. He slid a £50 note along the bartop and indicated he would pay for the ladies' drinks. The girl in the red dress turned. She smiled and raised her glass.

“Why thank you. I’m Tamara, by the way.” 

Jimmy smiled back. 

“Hi Tamara, I’m Jimmy.” 

He let his eyes drop to admire her breasts which the dress was struggling manfully to restrain before gazing back into her deep brown eyes.

She grinned, having noticed him staring and brushed a strand of her long dark hair behind her ear. She took a step closer and pressed her knee against his leg.

“Why don’t you tell me all about yourself, Mr Generous Jimmy.”

Her tongue flickered out of her mouth and licked the bright red lipstick plastered on her lips. Jimmy glanced around. Tamara’s blonde friend was sitting on a sofa with a guy on either side of her, revelling in the attention.

“I think Lola can take care of herself,” Tamara giggled.

“I guess she can,” Jimmy agreed as his fingers snaked their way around her hip to pull her closer to him.

Tamara’s figure was just what Jimmy liked, big boobs and a fat ass. She was tall too, and Jimmy found himself having to look up into her eyes. 

“Why don’t we sit down on the sofa?” Jimmy suggested and Tamara tottered over on her heels and slid along the white leather sofa to let Jimmy sit beside her.

Over the next hour, Jimmy and Tamara discussed music, travel, and Jimmy’s specialist subject, drugs. She was such good company and seemed so knowledgeable compared to most of the slappers who prowled the VIP area looking for a sugar daddy. 

He gazed into Tamara’s eyes and plucked up the courage. He leant in, his fingers tilting up her chin, and kissed her softly on the lips. 

She responded by clamping her lips to his and pushing her tongue into his mouth. She was a hot aggressive kisser and soon they were playing tonsil tennis as they snogged on the sofa.

Jimmy’s fingers dropped to Tamara’s thigh and slid along the bare flesh as he pushed his fingertips under the hem of the red dress. Just as he was sliding his fingers closer to Tamara’s panties, she broke the kiss and they came up for air. 

“Do you want to come back to my place?” Tamara offered, blushing at the intensity of their makeout session.

Jimmy wiped the back of his hand over his mouth, removing the traces of saliva and Tamara’s lipstick before nodding, drawing oxygen into his lungs as he panted, “Damn right I do.”

They stood up and headed out of the club.

“Taxi!”

Tamara’s screeching shout made a couple eating chips outside the kebab shop flinch but it served its purpose as a silver minicab pulled up. Tamara and Jimmy dived in and continued their makeout session while Tamara broke the kiss every so often to give the driver directions.

The cab stopped outside a block of flats and Tamara and Jimmy staggered out. Jimmy handed a tenner to the driver and told him to keep the change. The amorous couple were in no mood to wait. They fell into the lift and kissed again as the doors closed. Tamara’s hands roamed over Jimmy’s shirt, sliding inside the jacket. She squeezed his muscles and made appreciative cooing noises while Jimmy kissed and nibbled her neck.

Once inside her flat, Tamara directed Jimmy to make himself comfortable in the living room while she went to get a couple of drinks. Jimmy looked around the room. It was a chaotic mishmash of styles with posters for theatre plays, bands, and photographs blu-tacked or sellotaped to the walls.

He had just taken his jacket off and sat down on the sofa when Tamara came back with a whiskey for him and a glass of wine for herself. She handed it to him and went to put on some music.

She flicked through her collection of LPs and pulled out a Kinks album. She carefully placed the black vinyl disc onto the turntable and lowered the needle. 

Jimmy had another perfect view of her arse wriggling as she put the record on. He sat back and took a slug of his drink as she turned and took a sip of her drink.

“I love this song,” she giggled, as the opening bars of Lola played through the speakers.

She began to dance a slow sensuous striptease as Ray Davis sang about champagne that tasted like cherry cola. She peeled her dress off and let it fall to the floor. Jimmy’s eyes almost popped out on stalks as he took in the gorgeous topless figure in the little pink satin panties.

Her nipples were already hard. She tweaked the two swollen pink marshmallow nips as she stepped closer, straddling his legs as she swayed, miming along to the words.

Jimmy ran his fingers up the fronts of her thighs as she stood before him. His thumbs traced her mound, massaging the damp patch in the fabric before gripping the waistband and tugging them down.

“Fuck,” he gasped.

Her pussy was so perfect. A small thin landing strip pointed down to her slit. Her labia were swollen and glistening with juices that had already oozed out of her. She pressed herself against his leg, rubbing herself along his thigh as she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him again.

“You know, it seems a bit unfair that I’m naked and you’re fully dressed,” Tamara giggled. 

She got off him and stood up. As she walked towards the door, she looked back over her shoulder.

“Are you coming?”

One wriggle of her arse as she walked out the door and Jimmy needed no second invitation. He discarded his clothes along the hall and leapt naked into the bed with her.

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‘Fuck, fuck, FUCK!”

Jimmy sat up, completely disorientated. He saw Tamara yanking open drawers, pulling on a pair of green satin panties and searching for a bra as she moved around the room, cursing loudly. She noticed him watching.

“I’m late for work. Fuck! Can you see yourself out? I don’t have time to wait for you.”

With that, she threw on a pair of black leggings and grabbed a red polo shirt. She gave him a quick kiss on the lips and rushed out of the bedroom door. 

Jimmy lay in bed and waited until he heard the front door slam. He thought about Tamara and last night. How they had finally collapsed, exhausted after the third round of fucking. That woman was insatiable, he decided.

He threw back the sheets and stood up. He glanced down and grinned at the sight of his morning wood. He wrapped his fingers around his hard cock and gave it a couple of long slow tugs. Mmmm, he growled as he scanned the room for his boxer shorts.

He saw the open drawer with Tamara’s bras and panties spilling out. He thought about her panties again. The pink satin one she wore last night and the green ones he saw sliding over her peachy arse this morning.

Almost without thinking, his fingers caressed the various pairs in the drawer. He loved the feel of the satin material and pulled a pair of teal-coloured panties out. The bluey-green hue was so delicate. He lifted the panties up and held them to his face and rubbed them over his cheek.

Biting his lip, he wrapped the panties around his cock and slowly tugged on it, rubbing the satin material over the head. Then, he sat on the bed and slid the panties up his leg. He stood up and looked at himself in the mirror as he tugged the panties up.

“It’s just as well Tamara is a big girl,” he thought to himself. 

His cock was pressed against his stomach with the panties gathered around the base. He tugged the elasticised waistband out and tucked his cock in and felt a glow of satisfaction as the panties fitted snugly and tight.

He swayed in front of the mirror, admiring the bulge in the teal-coloured satin from all angles. He ran his fingers over his arse, luxuriating in the feel of the smooth material. It all felt so different from the usual cotton boxers he wore.

His fingers stroked the bulge of his cock through the panties. Despite cumming three times last night, he was hard as wood and he cursed Tamara for having to go to work.

He’d walked down the hallway to pick up his clothes and saw her pink panties from last night discarded on the rug. He picked them up and almost without thinking, brought them to his nose.

The heady bouquet filled his nostrils and he felt his cock give another twinge as the memories of eating Tamara out swirled around his brain.

He tugged the panties he was wearing down a little so his cock could spring free and wrapped the soiled pink ones around his cock. 
“Fuck, that feels so good,” he thought. 

He slowly wanked his hard throbbing cock through the pink satin. The slick material glided over his cock. He imagined it was Tamara’s mouth, her lips wrapped around the head, sucking it the way she had last night. As he thought about how he’d cum all over her face as she’d shoved her finger up his arse, he came into the pair of pink panties.

He caught sight of himself in a full-length mirror. Naked except for a pair of woman's panties and with a pair of soiled panties wrapped around his now deflating cock. He shook his head in bewilderment. 

He wiped his cock clean on the sodden pink panties and dropped them into Tamara’s laundry basket. But then a naughty thought entered Jimmy’s head and instead of taking the teal panties off again, he picked up his trousers and got dressed, still wearing Tamara's panties.

He pulled the door to her flat closed behind him and headed downstairs. He was halfway down when his phone pinged.

“Fuck,” he swore when he read the text. Billy the Shark wanted to meet him at noon. A glance at his watch told him he’d need to get a move on so instead of going home, he stopped off to get himself a coffee on route to the meeting point.

As he stood in the queue, he marvelled again at the feel of Tamara’s panties. They really were so much more comfortable. He felt sexy wearing them and finally felt he understood why underwear was so important to girls.

He smiled at the redhead making the coffee and wondered what panties she was wearing as his eyes noticed the pantie line in her leggings. 

He walked along the road, sipping his Americano from the polystyrene cup and luxuriating in the feel of the satin.

“Oh man,” he thought to himself. “I’ve seriously got to get myself some of these.”

He arrived at the warehouse where Billy wanted to meet just as the sounds of the bells on the clock at City Hall drifted across the city. He pushed the door open and stepped inside.

The door closed behind him with a bang. The place sounded deserted. A pigeon took flight and fluttered up into the rafters.

He turned a corner into the main loading bay and saw Billy waiting for him. He was standing with hands in his pockets, drawing a line in the dust on the floor. He glanced up as he heard Jimmy approach.

“Jimmy, glad you could make it.”

Jimmy swallowed. Billy was wearing his usual black wool coat, despite the warm spring day. He sucked the smoke from the burning cigarette into his lungs as his wizened face crumpled up.

“Billy, how’s business?” Jimmy replied, hoping he didn’t sound too enthusiastic.

Jimmy coughed and opened his hands as if to say “the usual.”

Jimmy stood facing him. The satin panties had started to rise up his arse crack and he was half tempted to slide his hand down and pull them out when a noise to his left caused him to turn. He felt his blood run cold as he saw Billy’s Mr Fix-it standing loading bullets into a gun. He swallowed and turned back to Billy.

“Aw, Billy. Come on. What’s this about? Surely we can sort this out amicably?”

“You stole from me, Jimmy. It’s nothing personal. It’s just bad for business if I let you get away with it.”

Jimmy’s hands shook as he tried to explain to Billy that he didn’t know what he was talking about.

“Don’t lie to me, Jimmy.” Billy snapped back.

Jimmy swallowed and stood stock still as the henchman handed Billy the loaded gun. 

“Like I said, Jimmy, It’s nothing personal.”

Billy took the gun and calmly fired three bullets into Jimmy’s chest.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Jimmy was thrown backward and landed on his back on the concrete floor. As he lay on the ground, feeling the life ebb out of him, one final thought entered his head.

“Fuck. Everyone is going to piss themselves laughing when they take me to the morgue and find out I'm wearing women’s panties.”