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finger pushed inside, and a second, making me sigh, but it wasn’t what I wanted.
    â€˜Come on, Steve, lick me. I did it for you.’
    â€˜Yeah, but . . .’
    â€˜But nothing. Lick me, you chauvinist pig!’
    He gave a doubtful grunt, or maybe it was supposed to be an oink, but he’d gone down, forcing me to slide forward on the seat and cock one leg high so that he could get his face to my sex properly. He began to lick and I settled back with a contented sigh, playing withmy breasts as I went back to my thoughts of being caught. Obviously it would be no fun at all, not really, if it was by an official, but the officials of my imagination behaved very differently to real ones.
    In order to let us off, they’d demand their fun with me. Steve, being a complete bastard, would let them, and I’d be taken into one of their little huts. They’d make me strip. They’d make me suck their cocks and balls. They’d bend me over and fuck me from behind. They’d make me suck them when they’d been inside me and come all over my face and breasts, leaving me so, so high I’d end up stark naked on the floor masturbating in front of them for the way they’d handled me.
    I came, pushing Steve’s head down at the last moment so I could get a finger where I needed it and the right rhythm to come. He didn’t stop licking, his tongue still working on the inside of my thighs and across the curves of my bum cheeks as my body went tight in ecstasy and stopping only when I finally went limp.
    Just a few minutes later officials began to walk up between the lines, asking us to move into position for boarding. I had trouble keeping a smirk off my face most of the way to Dover.
    It had been a good run. Steve had been dropping by the time we came off the ferry and I took over driving. Customs was a breeze, with something going on at the other end of the docks and just two men dealing with us. I drove up through town, keeping to the back roads most of the way to Canterbury and only then joining the motorway. Steve stayed asleep until we were almost home and it was still dark when I got in. I collapsed into bed, thankful for the roll of notes in mypocket and still thinking sleepy, dirty thoughts as I drifted towards sleep.
    I woke to the sight of Mum looking slightly disapproving and holding out a cup of coffee. I ignored the look and took the coffee, leaving her tutting as she picked up my discarded clothes from the floor.
    â€˜Honestly, Felicity, you didn’t even put a nightie on.’
    â€˜I was tired. Sorry.’
    â€˜Well, at least you’re all right. I worry about you, driving for so long, and all night.’
    â€˜We shared the driving, we always do.’
    â€˜That’s something, I suppose, but I don’t see why Steven can’t take one of his friends. You’ll injure your back with all that heavy lifting.’
    â€˜He prefers my company, and it’s only a few beer cases.’
    â€˜Well, just you be careful. There’s a letter for you, from that security company. Maybe you’ve got the job.’
    I did my best to look interested and hopeful as I picked a large white envelope from the bundle she was holding. The back showed the Black Knight Securities name and logo, a tasteful gauntlet clutching a length of chain. Mum was hovering with intent so I took a sip of coffee and opened the letter, expecting to see the familiar words – ‘Dear Miss Cotton, you are a dirty scally, so fuck off . . .’ only perhaps phrased a bit more politely. I even began to read it out loud.
    â€˜Dear Miss Cotton, We are delighted to be able to offer you the position of Management Support Operative with our company . . . fucking hell! They’re offering me the job, Mum.’
    â€˜There we are, I said you could do it if you tried.’
    I braced myself to tell her I didn’t want it, that I was going to turn them