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    My bag was on my lap, exactly where it was supposed to be.
    O'Donnell turned, and with the speed of a man of much younger years, grabbed it and tossed it in the back seat.
    "You won't be needing that for a minute or two now."
    I thought I was going to be sick. How fucking stupid were we? Lots of girls would carry weapons of various sorts in their bags. O'Donnell was still as streetwise as an alley cat. He wasn't going to get stabbed with a hypodermic whilst enjoying his oral delights, was he?
    My mind was working at the double. I had to stay on it and let the boys know my weapon was out of reach. "Hey, handsome! Why'd you throw my bag in the back seat? I need to put my cash in that, love. This is an up-front transaction. I want my twenty quid first, babe."
    O'Donnell took out his wallet, pulled a fifty pound note, folded it and pushed it roughly down my bra.
    "There's your money, girl; good money, big tip for you. That's 'cause I want to take my time, see."
    He grabbed my top and yanked it downward, revealing both my breasts; my fifty pound note fell onto my lap. I snatched it as my character would as he licked his lips and pawed at my boobs.
    "You are a good looking woman for a whore, real good looking."
    His next sentence stopped my heart.
    "But you're not a whore are you, my dear."
    I heard Rick in my ear.
    "I'm ten seconds away if you need me."
    I don't know how I did it, but I heard myself saying, "Then what am I, honey?"
    O'Donnell shook his head and wagged a knowing finger.
    "You're one of these married women who do it for kicks, aren't ye?"
    My world started to breathe slightly and I heard Rick's command 'standby'. I regained my modesty and pulled my top back over my boobs.
    "What if I am? Do you care who sucks that dick of yours?"
    O'Donnell was sold. I could see it. The leer had returned. He reclined his seat, the soft whirr of the electric motor like thunder in my ears.
    Then he undid his belt and trousers and pulled them below his knees revealing his erection. He looked down at it proudly.
    "Get down on that, girl."
    I needed another reason to get the bag.
    "I'll just get a rubber out of me bag."
    Before I could reach behind the seat, he grabbed me hard by the hair.
    His temper flared. He was close to psychotic. Even in his fifties O'Donnell was a powerful bull of a man and I wished I'd kept faith with my wig as I felt some hairs tear from my head.
    "I don't do fuckin' condoms, love. I've paid you for bareback and that's what I'm havin'."
    He was forcing my head down toward his crotch.
    I pleaded; "I have to do it with a condom, babe! You were right! I'm married, I do this for kicks; my husband doesn't know; if I catch something, he'll get it too!"
    O'Donnell released the pressure slightly and looked into my face. He was very close, his nose almost touching mine; I could feel his warm breath on my cheek. I was terrified of him. His gaze was so intense it seemed to block out everything else around it.
    "I don't give a fuck what you want, girlie. Now get down on me now and make it good too."
    I had two choices and I didn't like either of them.
    I could go ahead and perform oral sex on this disgusting excuse for a man; allow him to defile me further by ejaculating on my legs and when it was over I could casually get my bag and blow his brains out; or I could fight him for the bag and risk everything.
    I had seconds to decide.
    O'Donnell may have been one of the most feared men in all Ireland, but he was a fool.
    The second I took his penis in my right hand he let go of me, lay back and closed his eyes.
    Could I do this?
    My bag rested maybe three feet away and miraculously it had fallen with the opening toward me. The zip was closed.
    I knew I only had a few seconds before O'Donnell got impatient with his hand-job. I leaned toward him and planted my mouth on his, kissing him deeply.
    With my left hand I fumbled blindly for the bag and incredibly I had it open in seconds. His tongue pushed into the roof of my