Charlie discovered that there were other things besides dealing drugs; for instance, you could tax the people who did it. Rob them of their stash. After all, what could they do about it? They couldn’t go to the police. Charlie was mob-handed, he owned the manor and he was expanding at speed; he had the toughest crew for miles around. The victim’s only recourse was to tap on some other underworld mobster’s door and hope he’d help – which was unlikely, once he heard that Charlie Stone was involved.
And Charlie had other things taking up his time now. Nula, for one. Nula had come as a shock. He’d never had a lot of time for women, but he actually liked her. Now she’d lost that gigantic phizog of hers she was a pretty girl. She fucked like a weasel and sometimes she had a tongue on her sharp as a whip; he liked that very much. She answered him back and no one did that. No one except Nula.
On the morning of Terry and Jill’s wedding, Charlie was sitting on a chair with his trousers round his ankles and Nula was straddling him, bouncing up and down on his cock with enthusiasm. It had come as quite a surprise to Nula that she enjoyed sex. She thought it surprised Charlie, too.
Nowadays Nula barely went home at all; mostly she stayed with Charlie right here in his house. They had been together all yesterday evening and overnight. Then they’d got up, cleaned up, and Nula had put on the peach gown and the matching ostrich feather hat and the high silver heels she had selected to wear for the wedding.
She was still wearing the hat and the silver heels: nothing else. Charlie had come back into the bedroom saying how fantastic she looked in the dress, and next thing he had it off her, and her underwear, and then they were on the chair and Nula was shimmying up and down on Charlie’s prick.
Charlie was quiet this morning. Usually he was very vocal during sex, shouting ‘Yes! Yes! Yes!’ as she attended to him, but today he was clearly not himself.
‘Something up?’ asked Nula, panting, stopping mid-bounce.
Charlie pulled a face. ‘Terry getting wed. Things changing. I dunno.’
Nula had long suspected that Charlie was going to be put out by his friend’s nuptials. Maybe even as put out as she secretly was. Maybe Charlie thought Terry would go soft on him. Charlie liked to be in charge of matters, and this was something that was beyond him.
‘It’ll be OK,’ said Nula, placing both Charlie’s hands on her breasts. She gave him a laughing glance. ‘Keep your mind on the business in hand, OK, mister?’
Charlie half-smiled at that and squeezed a very small double handful as Nula got back to the job. She could feel the pleasure building now, accelerating her movements.
‘You know what we got to get you, doll?’ he asked her, leaning back, enjoying himself. He was staring past her and he could see them reflected in the dressing table mirror, could appreciate the back view of her.
Another thing that had surprised Nula was Charlie’s rampant sensuality. He seemed to have no sexual borders. Nothing was off the table when it came to sex, not with Charlie. Swinging parties? He loved them. Nula was nervous about the whole thing. Strange men, pawing at her? But this was part of the deal, she understood that; part of being Charlie Stone’s girl, so she did it.
‘You ask someone if they “partake”,’ he’d told her. ‘If they say yes, there’s your answer. They like to swing too.’
To Nula, it opened up a whole new world – one she wasn’t entirely sure she liked. But really – what did it matter who she had sex with? The only man she had ever truly wanted was lost to her. So, what the hell.
‘You’ve got a fantastic arse,’ Charlie said. He slid his hands around and grabbed her buttocks. ‘A real woman’s arse, ain’t it?’
‘It’s the only one I’ve got,’ said Nula, amused. ‘So what have you got to get me? I could do with a car.’
‘Nah, something much better than that.’
‘What then? You going to offer me drugs, Charlie?’ He’d told her a long while ago about the business he was in these days. Not that she cared. She wasn’t interested in any business, straight or otherwise; that was Charlie’s domain.
‘Hey!’ Charlie gave her a stern look. ‘What’s the golden rule, doll? What do I always tell you?’
‘You never, ever, touch the product,’ said Nula. ‘Cool it, Charlie. I was joking, that’s all.’
Charlie was staring at her chest now; it was the one thing that Nula was still self-conscious about, her lack of bounty in that area. The rest of her she was pretty pleased with. Especially her arse.
‘What you need is a decent-sized pair of tits,’ said Charlie. ‘Double D or something. I like to see a nice pair bobbing up and down in this position. Your nipples are fine, look at ’em standing up there – ain’t they cute? You’d be up for that, wouldn’t you, Doll?’
Nula looked at him. What was she, a bloody plastic Barbie doll that he could adjust for his own personal requirements?
‘I had a girl once, she had tits down to here,’ Charlie went on, holding his hands against her waist. ‘Fucking great things they were. Course, she’d been feeding kids so they’d dropped a bit, but jeez they were such a turn-on. You’d like a bigger pair, am I right?’
Nula nodded. Why not?
Charlie smiled happily. ‘When we’ve done that, you’ll be bloody nigh perfect.’
Nula laughed at that. A stupendous pair of tits to go with the rest of it? Why the hell not. She didn’t care if he was a drug dealer or a bank robber or Jack the Ripper. She’d had a shitty poor-girl childhood and life with Charlie was just one treat after another.
‘But you’re paying,’ she said, and bounced harder.