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Daisy Got Laid

By: rachlou



The bar was empty and the air conditioning was struggling to cope with the sultry heat of the oppressive August afternoon. Sunlight cast long shadows through the smoky windows and tiny dust motes sparkled and danced in the sticky air. Daisy sat idly on a stool in her denim shorts, her long tanned legs resting on a chair as she sipped a glass of iced water and idly flicked through a magazine. 

The mixer delivery was late and she was becoming increasingly impatient. At this rate, she wouldn't have time to go home, shower and change before the evening shift began. The rumbling sound of a lorry outside immediately attracted her attention and she jumped off the stool in relief. With a bit of luck, the stock would be unloaded quickly, and she could get the hell away from here and straight into a nice cool shower. 

Sweat trickled uncomfortably down between her braless breasts and she fanned her t-shirt to try and cool herself. She heard the back door open and a handsome young man walked in hesitantly with a clip board in hand.

"Miss Cross?" he asked uncertainly. "I have a delivery of mixers for you." 

He wasn't the usual bloke who came every week but he was certainly a welcome change.

"That's me!" Daisy smiled cheekily, surreptitiously checking out the man's fit body. "If you can fetch the crates down to the cellar, I would be very grateful, thanks."

"No problem Miss." He smiled politely and disappeared back outside.

Daisy turned the lights on in the cellar and propped the door open, as the young man came back in and carefully carried the first lot of mixers slowly down the steep stone stairs. She watched, fascinated, as the muscles bulged in his torso and arms, reflecting the effort of lifting the heavy crates. It was hard work but he didn't appear to be phased by it.

After several journeys, Daisy feeling was feeling hot and horny just watching him, but she waited until he had finished placing the last of the tonics in the corner before she said,

"Can I offer you a drink? You must be very hot..."

The young man smiled gratefully, 

"That would be cool thanks. I would kill for a glass of coke or something." 

He leant against the wall and wiped the sweat from his face with the edge of his t-shirt. Daisy caught a fleeting glimpse of a tanned and muscular torso, and felt her nipples harden involuntarily through the tight t-shirt she was wearing. She thrust her chest out as she leant back against the edge of the stacked crates, carefully watching his reaction through her lowered eyelashes. The young man hurriedly looked away, embarrassed, and she smiled inwardly before asking innocently, 

"Would you like ice with that drink... er... I don't know your name do I?" 

"Mike," he answered. "Ice would be perfect, thanks." 

"Ok Mike, follow me and I'll get you a drink."

She stepped past him allowing her breast to brush against his arm even though there was plenty of room in the cellar. Hiding a smile, she slowly walked up the steep stairs, her bottom swaying provocatively in the tight denim shorts, mentally picturing Mike watching her as he followed behind. 

Once in the bar, Mike stood silently as she found a clean glass and reached for a bottle of coke. She deliberately took one from the bottom shelf which meant that she had to bend over in front of him to reach it. She could feel his heated gaze on the firm cheeks of her denim clad bottom as she bent over. This made her pussy well up with excitement as she imagined the effect it was having on him.

With an innocently friendly smile she stood up and opened the bottle, pouring the coke into the glass, ice cubes chinking as she then handed it to Mike. Outside the faint sound of traffic rumbled up and down the road but in the bar it was quiet save only for the hum of the fans. Mike had apparently lost the power of speech and he sipped his drink quickly, unable to look her in the eye. 

"Where's the usual guy today?" asked Daisy, for want of anything else to say.

"He's on holiday for two weeks; I'm just doing this for the summer to earn some money for university."

"That's interesting, what are you studying?" Daisy not really interested at all but trying to put him at ease.

"Politics and Economics; I start my second year in a few weeks." 

Mike looked more confident now and he emptied the glass in one final gulp before placing it on the bar. 

"Thanks for that," he said politely.

"No problem," replied Daisy, "I can't let you work in this heat without providing refreshment." 

She smiled at him mischievously and scooped an ice cube left melting in his glass. She then popped it into her mouth and began to suck it slowly. Mike swallowed hard. He watched, hypnotised, as Daisy rubbed the ice cube around her lips and flicked her tongue out to catch the drips.

"Oops!" she said wickedly as a drip trickled down her chin and into her cleavage. 

Mike was mesmerised as the water slowly made its way between her lush breasts and disappeared. He licked his lips subconsciously and lifted his hot gaze to her face, still not certain as to her intentions. 

"I'd better get the last of the crates from the van..." he mumbled hesitantly, although he didn't make any serious effort to move. 

"Oh I think that can wait a while..." Daisy said huskily. Her pussy was throbbing hungrily and she wasn't about to let this fine specimen of manhood escape just yet. It had been ages since her last fuck so she was well overdue for some carnal pleasure.

Daisy crossed the bar and pulled Mike to her, kissing him hard before he had time to protest. He responded after a moment's shocked hesitation, his tongue enthusiastically exploring her mouth and his hands tentatively sliding up her body. 

Just to encourage him further, Daisy grasped his hand and placed it firmly on her round breast, pushing her taut, aching nipple into his palm and groaning into his mouth. His cock felt rock hard against her thigh and she shoved him into the side of the counter, pressing her groin into his.

Mike lifted her t-shirt and bent his head to take a rosy nipple into his mouth, sucking hungrily and sending hot flurries of sensation straight to Daisy's clitoris. She gasped as he licked and kissed his way across her sensitive breasts, finding the other nipple eager for attention. 

It was delicious, but what she really wanted however, was the feel of his cock inside her dripping pussy and regretfully she pushed him away for a moment.

"Not here...." she said urgently; "someone might see us." Grabbing his hand, she pulled him behind the bar and headed for the cellar. He followed willingly, all doubts long gone.

Once down in the chill of the cavernous cellar, Daisy took charge. She grabbed his jeans and deftly undid the button fly, releasing a hard cock of pleasing dimensions. It pointed up and out from his body, oozing drops of milky fluid from the end. 

Mike half closed his eyes and moaned slightly as she knelt down and took him in her velvety mouth, one hand firmly grasping the shaft and the other cupping his balls. For a few moments she sucked him off, licking the velvety glans and enjoying the salty taste of the pre-cum that lubricated the head. This wasn't going to satisfy her though, especially if he came too quickly, so regretfully she stood up, keeping one hand firmly around his thick shaft as she looked him in the eye.

"I need you to fuck me Mike, do you think you can manage that?" she asked sternly.

Mike's eyes widened at the tone of her voice but he nodded meekly, fairly certain he was up to the job, his cock harder than it had ever been. Daisy swiftly pulled her t-shirt off and undid her shorts, stepping out of them, kicking them carelessly to one side. She was wearing a pair of pink lacy knickers underneath and as he watched, she pulled them to one side and delved her fingers into her smooth aching cunt, masturbating herself slowly as he watched speechless.

Fingers dripping with arousal she then lifted her hand and slipped her fingers between his eagerly parted lips. He lapped her juices up and sucked her fingers joyfully.

"I need that hard cock now." Daisy's voice was rough with need, her clit was swollen and her whole pussy was desperate for the feel of hard cock inside. 

"In a minute..." Mike surprised her by stepping forward and in one deft movement he pulled her knickers down and knelt on the hard concrete floor, skilfully inserting his tongue between her spread thighs, licking her clit and lapping her juices.

This was an unexpected turn but Daisy leant back against the barrel, the feel of Mikes tongue sending her slowly spiralling into orbit. He reached up to play with her breast and squeezed the nipple hard.

"Oh yeah, that's so good..." Daisy gasped encouragingly and parted her thighs as far as she could. Mike pushed his tongue inside her tight cunt, tasting her juices before taking her clit in his mouth and sucked gently, swirling his tongue around. She grabbed the back of his head and ground herself into his face, her eyes closed as she lost herself in lustful bliss.

"Oh fuck I'm going to cum!" Daisy cried out, her pussy clenching hard in spasms of orgasmic pleasure. Mike carried on stroking his tongue over her clit firmly as the intense pleasure washed over her, prolonging her orgasm until she pushed him away, unable to bear anymore.

"That was amazing..." she breathed raggedly, "Your turn now though!" 

Daisy turned round and offered him her cunt, wet and inviting as she leant over the barrel. She reached back and parted her pussy lips to show him how open and ready she was.

"Go on, fuck me hard..." 

Mike gently pushed the head of his cock inside her, filling her up with frustrating slowness. For a moment he stayed motionless and Daisy wondered if he was about to cum already, but no, he began to move, thrusting in and out slowly at first, then faster, grabbing her hair hard. 

Daisy reached down to touch her clit, rubbing gently as he fucked her. She pushed her bottom out, meeting him at each hard thrust. This had been well worth waiting for and in no time at all she came again quickly; her cunt clenching around his cock tightly as she cried out in pleasure. 

The feel of her internal muscles squeezing him was just too much and with one almighty thrust, Mike buried himself deep inside her and came too, hot spurts of cum pumping into her. He collapsed over her with a moan and for a minute she was pinned down under his heavy weight while her pussy carried on pulsing gently with aftershocks. 

"Thanks for that, but can you get off me, you're heavy!" Daisy said lightly after a minute. Mike hurriedly moved away and pulled up his trousers, looking slightly embarrassed and unsure of himself.

Daisy retrieved her own clothes and kissed him gently. 

"I meant it - thanks - you were amazing!" she smiled gently. "Those girls at university have got a lot to look forward to!"

Mike blushed shyly and looked down at his feet. "You were pretty amazing too..." he grinned bashfully.

"Oh I know..." Daisy laughed self deprecatingly. "Come on, you have the rest of the crates to fetch in and I need to get home or I will be late!" 

She slapped him on the backside sharply and pushed him towards the stairs. Suddenly the thought of an evening shift didn't seem quite so bad; it was amazing what fantastic sex could do to a girl's mood!

Daisy Got Laid Ch. 02



The pool was virtually deserted. Hardly surprising really as it was barely 7am on a Sunday morning and most sane people were lying in bed, sleeping off the effects of the night before - not swimming lonely laps.

Daisy dropped her stuff in a locker and padded silently into the swim area. The early morning sun shone brightly through the large windows, reflecting off the turquoise water and casting intricate patterns of light on the mosaic walls. The atmosphere was hot and steamy with a strong chemical undercurrent of chlorine, and Daisy wrinkled her nose slightly as she strolled around the shallow end, heading for the far side where the water was deepest.

A solitary pool attendant emerged through a blue 'Employees Only' door, rubbing his eyes in a tired fashion and clearly not too happy to be working at such an ungodly hour. He noticed Daisy and gazed appreciatively as she stood momentarily at the end of the pool. 

Her purple Adidas swimming costume was cut high on her thigh and flattered her slim, tanned body perfectly. Her long blonde hair was pulled back severely in a braid and her green eyes were hidden behind goggles, but she made an arresting sight and for one moment the young man staring entertained some interesting fantasies, before she dived in, cutting smoothly into the still water barely causing a ripple. She swam almost half a length submerged before surfacing and the attendant continued to stare dreamily, as she swam laps up and down the pool efficiently.

He would have stayed all day, staring, but his boss appeared and glared at him frostily in an unspoken reminder that he was being paid to work, not ogle the customers. With a defiantly rude gesture behind the bosses back, the pool attendant grumpily shuffled off, pushing his mop towards the toilet area and wishing heartily he was still in bed.

After swimming thirty laps Daisy paused for a breather and became aware that she no longer had the water all to herself. A dark haired man was swimming in a very determined fashion up and down the pool. She glanced up at the clock on the wall and saw it was still only 7.35am. This was unusual; other swimmers were rare before 8am on a Sunday. He briefly surfaced next to her before continuing his onslaught of the pool and she noted the broad shoulders and muscular torso. Any other day she would have lingered to catch a better look, but time was running short so she resumed her laps with a resolute single-mindedness.

Twenty minutes later, her legs and shoulders were aching and she hauled herself out of the water to head for a hot shower. By this time, two old ladies were bobbing about in the shallow end, chattering cheerfully, and she knew that if she hung around, before long more people would appear and the water would become congested.

She glanced back over the pool, casually looking for the dark haired man, but he had vanished. Shame, she thought idly, she'd hoped for a better look at him but hey...

The communal changing room appeared empty and Daisy opened her locker to retrieve her shampoo and shower gel, shivering slightly now she'd left the warm water. She stepped under one of the open-plan showers and pressed the button. A spray of hot water jetted out and she stood beneath it facing the tiled wall, enjoying the needle-like sharp sensation on her tired, achy shoulders. With a quick glance around, she checked to make sure she was alone and there was no one else in sight, before she pulled her swimming costume down to soap her upper body. Hurriedly she rubbed gel into her skin, building up a foamy lather of soap. Because she had her back to the room, she didn't see anyone approach, so it was a shock when a body stepped under the shower next to her.

Automatically she crossed her arms over her breasts and turned to see who it was. The dark haired swimmer from the pool was grinning at her while applying soap to his muscular chest.

"Don't cover up on my account; I was enjoying the view!" he laughed cheekily. 

The arrogant nerve of the man made Daisy bristle in annoyance; she'd soon wipe the smile off his face, she thought crossly. She looked him in the eye and lowered her arms, brazenly gazing at him while she soaped her breasts, slowly encircling her nipples in a seductive fashion. That did indeed wipe the smile off his face and the atmosphere was suddenly electric, crackling with sexual tension.

They stared at each other for a long, tense moment before he said huskily,

"Here let me..." 

He took her bottle of shower gel and squeezed some into his hand, reaching out to apply it gently to her wet body. Carefully he rubbed it into her shoulders massaging the smooth flesh lightly, before soaping her tummy and eventually moving back up to cup her breasts. He swirled the soap around, caressing her taut globes and squeezing her nipples. Daisy's breathing quickened and she knew immediately that she didn't want him to stop. She had only meant to tease him a little but it had seriously backfired on her. 

Sensing the sudden change in her attitude, the dark haired man pulled her to him and kissed her hard as the stinging water cascaded over them both in a warm deluge.

She could feel the strength of his erection pressing into her lower abdomen and she ground herself against him, extracting a tortured moan as he plundered her soft mouth, exploring all corners with a supple tongue. Breathing heavily, he pulled away from her before saying regretfully, 

"Not here, anyone could walk in..." 

It was just as well one of them had their brain still plugged in, thought Daisy foggily. He grasped her arm firmly, pulling her into a nearby empty changing cubicle, before shutting the door and locking it. Sitting down on the wooden bench, he pulled her to him. Slowly he peeled her sodden costume over her hips and bent to lick her breasts, taking one nipple in his mouth and sucking hard, squeezing the other breast lightly. Daisy gasped at the sensation, grabbing his head roughly, her pussy aching for attention.

Reading her mind, he slid his fingers between her legs and softly stroked her sex through the wet lycra. He could feel the scorching heat of her arousal and he insinuated his fingers underneath the fabric, sliding into the heated folds of her flesh. Slowly, teasingly, he stroked the slick folds, lightly brushing over her clitoris and causing her to shiver in desire.

She almost cried out when he pushed two fingers deep inside her and smothered her moan against his neck. Her cunt felt molten and she was almost unbearably turned on, dying to feel his hard cock inside her. Her costume was yanked down her thighs and she quickly stepped out of it, shivering in lustful anticipation.

The man stood up and Daisy reached around to caress his hard buttocks before slowly sliding her hand around the front of his trunks and grasping his hard cock. He shuddered as she squeezed it and she took hold of the waistband of his shorts, carefully easing them down to release his erection. It was long and deliciously thick, a small drop of pearly moisture seeping from the head. The temptation to taste him was just too great to resist and she knelt down to take him in her mouth. 

He gasped at the feel of her hot, wet mouth as she swirled her tongue teasingly round the head and licked up and down the shaft, before taking as much of his cock in her mouth as she could manage and sucking hard. He moaned slightly and held the back of her head firmly, pushing his cock deeper into her throat. 

Daisy sensed that his orgasm wasn't too far away and reluctantly she released his cock with a final lascivious lick, and stood up to face him. 

"Make me cum," she whispered softly and took his hand, indicating where she needed to be touched. He didn't need any encouragement and he began to stroke her dripping wet pussy. The pressure built and he rubbed her clitoris slowly at first, then faster, keeping a steady rhythm until she could stand it no longer. She pushed her own hand hard against his fingers, tipping herself over the edge, intense pleasure rushing over her. She bit back the cry of pleasure and buried her mouth in his neck, her body shaking with ecstasy as slowly she came down from the plateau, while he held her quivering body.

"My turn now," he murmured and sat back down on the bench, holding his cock in one hand. Daisy climbed astride him and looking him in the eye slowly eased herself down onto his cock, loving the feel of him as he filled her up. He grasped her hips and began to move within her rhythmically, up and down, sucking her nipples when her breasts tantalisingly brushed against his mouth.

This felt so good and Daisy didn't want it to end, but she knew that he was too excited to last long so she reached down to rub her clitoris as he fucked her. Harder and faster he moved inside her and it was just too much pleasure overload; she came hard and shuddered with renewed pleasure.

It was enough to make him climax too and she felt him spurt hot cum inside her as her inner walls pulsated around him. For a long delicious moment, neither of them moved; locked together in a sweaty embrace as their heart rates returned to normal. Daisy eventually lifted her head out of his damp neck and grinned at him, loose tendrils of hair sticking to her shoulders.

"I don't even know your name!" the man said softly, both of them acutely aware of other voices resounding in the changing room.

"And I don't have a towel" Daisy replied flippantly, extricating herself from him and quickly pulling her damp costume back on. The heat had subsided now and she felt slightly chilled. It was also late and she really needed to head home in time for work.

While the man pulled his shorts back on, she unlocked the door and made a swift exit. Quickly she grabbed her shampoo and shower gel from the showers and her clothes from the locker, before dashing into an empty cubicle. For a second she collected her jumbled thoughts as she towel dried her hair. The intensity of the experience had surprised her and she wasn't sure what to think. The last thing she needed at the moment was an emotional involvement; romance didn't suit her lifestyle at all. He sure was hot though, she grinned to herself.

Once dressed, she peered carefully round the door to check her new conquest was nowhere in sight, before scooting out of the building and into the car park. Really, she decided sensibly, it was far better left as a one-off - that way nobody got hurt, least of all her. With her resolve sufficiently strengthened, she drove home to take another shower before her double shift at the bar.

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Work soon distracted Daisy, all thoughts of the dark haired man forgotten in a blur of customers and unrelenting problems. Amongst other things, one of her barmen hadn't turned up for his shift and they were short staffed already. Usually she didn't need to serve unless they were exceptionally busy, but by half ten she had been on her feet for hours and she was exhausted. 

It was hard work being Manager of one of the more popular bar's in town. But it was also fun and she wouldn't have given it up for the world. She loved the chit chat and although the hours she put in played havoc with her love life, it at least meant she always had a valid excuse for not getting seriously involved with anyone. 

She was just about to take a short break when she noticed a familiar face walking over towards the bar. For a second she debated doing a Houdini and slipping out the back, but curiosity made her stay despite her reservations. Idly, she polished a glass and eyed the customer through her long fringe. He hadn't seen her yet and she took the opportunity to check him out surreptitiously. She had to admit he looked pretty damn hot tonight. He was wearing black expensive-looking trousers and a dark-grey silky shirt, unbuttoned at the neck. It complimented his black hair and eyes perfectly, giving him a slightly European look; mean and edgy - just the way she liked her men.

He must have sensed her looking at him because he turned and saw her, and for one long steamy moment, they locked eyes, each remembering that morning at the pool.

"Hi," he said coolly, maintaining eye contact. "You didn't break a leg rushing off then?" he added slightly sarcastically.

"No thanks but I had to take another shower!" Daisy quipped lightly. "Can I get you a drink?"

"I'll have a JD on the rocks please."

Daisy reached up for a glass and felt his gaze lingering on her tight t-shirt appreciatively. She poured the measure of whiskey, added some ice cubes and handed it to him with a bright smile.

"That'll be £2.20 then."

He handed her some money, but when she reached to take it he held onto her hand with a firm grip.

"Tell me your name please..." he asked huskily.

"Will you release my hand if I do?" she answered lightly.

"Maybe," he grinned in a predatory manner and she felt a shiver of desire run through her veins again.

"Daisy," she said. 

He watched as her pink tongue slipped out and moistened her ruby lips. A pulse throbbed in his neck and his eyes darkened. The room shrank until it felt like the two of them were alone.

"I'm Max," he replied after a long heated moment. 

"Pleased to meet you, Max." Daisy smiled sweetly and twirled her hair seductively.

"What time do you finish work?"

Daisy leant forward over the bar, her arms pushing her cleavage together and he dropped his eyes for a moment to admire the gentle swell of her breasts before locking back onto her face.

"Well?" he repeated when she failed to answer his question.

Daisy hesitated; his man was dangerous; a sixth sense warned her that any involvement with him would be madness. She prided herself in her ability to not let men through her emotional firewall but she suspected that Max might be rather more than a great lay. The last thing she needed at the moment was any romantic entanglements and she had the impression Max wanted more than a repeat performance of this morning.

"Late - after two," she finally replied regretfully. "My husband is picking me up"

His face registered shocked surprise for a split second and then a mask of politeness slipped down. He stepped back and drank his glass of whiskey in one gulp.

"Shame," he said in a flat voice. "You didn't strike me as the married type but I guess I made a mistake."

"Yes, men often do that with me," Daisy commented with a slight edge to her voice as she picked up another glass and began to polish it vigorously.

"Careful, you might rub a hole in it." Max said dryly.

"If you'll excuse me, I'm rather busy," she retorted cuttingly.

All around them, the bar was thronged with groups of people, many of whom were still waiting to be served. Daisy could see how stretched the other staff were so she smiled coldly at Max, before moving away down the counter to serve two young women, ignoring him completely.

Max watched her for a few minutes realising he had been summarily dismissed. She had stunned him when she'd announced she was married and he was still reeling with shock. There was no sign of a ring on her finger but he guessed that didn't necessarily mean anything.

Married women were not his thing; after a nasty experience with an outraged husband he tended to avoid them - like the plague. Oh well, he decided pragmatically, this morning would have to be a one-off - albeit a very pleasurable one. It was a pure fluke meeting her again anyway. This was not his usual drinking place; the only reason he'd stopped here was that he'd been out for an early meal with a client and it had been on his was back to the car. Now it was getting late, and he reluctantly decided to head home. The week had been stressful and he really needed to take some time off but, as usual, he was unlikely to have the chance. Sean was meant to be his equal partner, but lately he had been spending more and more time keeping his new wife happy rather than putting the hours in. There was only so much Max could do alone and if it carried on, he was going to have to sort things out once and for all, before the business suffered any further.

He walked out of the crowded bar without a backward glance and Daisy was surprised to feel a pang of regret as she watched him leave. But, she reasoned, a man like that was always trouble and she had been badly burned once before. After Pete she had sworn never to let a man under her skin again. Up to now she had succeeded very successfully and she wasn't about to drop her defences any time soon. 

Quickly she poured herself a measure of Southern Comfort and drank it down neat. The liquid burned her throat slightly and she slammed the glass onto the bar. Deep down, she knew she had done the right thing and although she would have liked the opportunity to have fucked him once more at least, it just wasn't worth the aggravation. 

All around her, empty glasses and overfull ashtrays lay on every available surface. Somebody had to clear up and there was nothing like hard work to put things in perspective so she went at it like a woman possessed. By the time the bar was clean, customers kicked out, tills cashed up and the rest of the staff departed - it was 2.45am.

Daisy was utterly shattered. All she longed for was her bed and oblivion. She headed for the exit door, glancing behind her to make sure all the lights were off. The takings were in her bag, slung heavily over her achy shoulder.

She set the alarm, locked the exit door and was heading for her car when a tall figure stepped out of the shadows. For one horrible moment she experienced white-hot fear and froze to the pavement.

"Where's your husband then? Forgotten to pick you up?" said a familiar voice sarcastically.

"You bastard!" she hissed, "You frightened the crap out of me; I thought you were a mugger. If you're here to rob me, don't bother – I have a black-belt in Ju Jitsu."

Max laughed, "Relax! I'm not after your money and I'm sorry if I frightened you, but I was passing when I saw you come out."

"Excuse me - but you were passing at this time of the morning? As if!" 

Daisy glared at him before stalking off angrily towards her car.

"Ok, so I wasn't passing" Max shouted after her, "I was just curious about the husband bit. The more I thought about it, the more it didn't ring true. For some reason you were trying to frighten me off and I'd like to know why."

Daisy ignored him as he followed her and she quickly reached her car. She opened the door, climbed in and slammed it shut forcefully. She was tired and he had frightened her badly, therefore she was in no mood for a conversation. She just wanted to get to the night safe and go home for some well earned sleep.

Max stepped back, knowing he was on a loser here. Clearly she was pissed off with him but the least he could do was make sure she left safely. Maybe jumping out at her had not been such a bright idea, but thankfully the husband story was fictional.

Daisy put the key in the ignition and turned it. The engine barely cranked over before dying. She tried again but it was utterly dead.

"Oh fuck," she groaned. This was about the worst thing that could possibly happen. Max tapped insistently on the window and she wound it down reluctantly.

"Problem?" he asked sweetly.

"No of course not, my car always does this." Daisy snapped irritably.

"Look - you can't stay here and wait for someone to rescue you. It's late so let me give you a lift home. My car is just around the corner."

"Why should I trust you? You might be a serial killer!"

Max laughed. "I don't seem to remember you having such qualms this morning..." he reminded her with a faint smile.

Daisy blushed slightly and looked away. He had her really. There was no way she could call Jen her flat-mate to come and rescue her, so it seemed her only viable option was Max.




Daisy Got Laid Ch. 02



"Ok, straight home via the night safe," she said grudgingly. She hated being reliant on anyone and now she would owe him.

Sighing heavily, she locked up the car and walked across the street to his. It was a low-slung sports model, black with red leather upholstery. If she hadn't been so tired and in such a foul mood, she would have enjoyed the ride; as it was, once they had dropped the money off at the bank in the square, she gave him directions to her flat and promptly shut her eyes sleepily.

The engine being switched off startled her awake and she opened her eyes feeling groggy and disorientated.

"Is this the right flat?" asked Max.

Daisy peered blearily out of the car window and muttered, 

"Yes thanks." She grabbed her bag and went to open the car door. For a second she hesitated, realising she ought to thank him - if he hadn't been there she would have found herself in a potentially difficult situation.

"I suppose you can come in for a coffee if you want," she offered rather grudgingly.

"Since you ask so nicely, how can I refuse?" Max replied sarcastically.

Daisy shrugged indifferently and jumped out. The night was cold and she shivered slightly, pulling her thin jacket around her slim body tightly. Max's car had been nice and warm and she knew the house would be cold at this time.

She quietly unlocked the front door. All was silent and dark; Jen must be staying at Jacks tonight, figured Daisy. She flicked on the hall light and headed into the kitchen to turn the kettle on. Although it was gone 3.30am she felt strangely awake now. That short nap in the car had revived her and she certainly didn't feel like going to bed just yet. Max had followed her into the kitchen and stood looking speculatively out the back door and into the garden.

"Nice garden..." he commented dryly, eyeing up the overgrown grass and pile of empty bottles on the wall. "It could be really nice you know; a bit of a tidy up and trimming back and you would have a lovely space."

Daisy didn't comment although she knew he was right. It was a mess but she didn't exactly need him to point that out. The kettle finished boiling and she took two mugs from the cupboard.

"Milk and sugar?" she asked in a polite voice.

"Black please, no sugar."

Daisy made the coffees and took them over. She handed his to him, while they both gazed out into the dark wilderness. She had to admit that it was a jungle out there, but neither she nor Jen ever had the time or the inclination to garden. The only time Daisy ever set foot in it was to sunbathe in the summer. The rest of the time it was an untamed patch of weeds, used only by the local cat population for courting and procreating.

"Why are you so interested in my garden anyway?" Daisy looked up at him quizzically over the rim of her mug.

"It's what I do, I'm a landscape architect. You might say I could never resist a challenge!" Max grinned wolfishly at her for a moment, then turned to look back at the garden.

Daisy studied his profile, etched in the pale glow from the under cupboard lighting. He had a straight nose and fine features, dark stubble growing on his chiselled jaw. Her body remembered the feel of his touch and a sharp stab of desire pulled between her legs. Maybe she should ignore her survival instincts and enjoy him while he was around; it was what her body was crying out for at that moment. Max suddenly turned to face her and caught her staring at him, but she didn't drop her gaze. The atmosphere was immediately charged with sexual tension.

"I guess I should go..." Max said, although it was the last thing he wanted to do right at that minute.

"Why?" Daisy said huskily.

"Because if I stay we both know what will happen and I got the distinct impression earlier that wasn't what you wanted."

"I changed my mind - woman's prerogative." Daisy gazed at him seductively through her long eye lashes as she put her half empty cup on the counter. She stepped closer to him and placed her hands on his warm chest. She could feel the staccato beat of his heart and her own breathing quickened. Teasingly, she ran her hands down his shirt and slid around the back, drawing her nails along his shoulder slightly. With a growl of impatience, he pulled her firmly against him and she felt the hardness of his cock pressing into her stomach. Their mouths were barely millimetres apart as he spoke softly,

"Last chance; just say the word and I'll go."

"I don't want you to go. I want you to fuck me like you did at the pool..."

Max kissed her hard in a wordless response. His tongue invaded her sweet mouth and she returned his kiss heatedly, her tongue duelling with his. Her soft breasts were crushed against the wall of his chest and she ground her hips into him, needing to feel as close as humanly possible. He pushed her back towards the table and lifted her up onto the edge, so that her legs were wrapped around his waist. Pulling away momentarily from her mouth, he kissed a heated trail around her neck and throat, his hands moving to cup her breasts, thumbs rubbing the erect nipples through her t-shirt. She moaned and thrust herself mindlessly towards him, wanting more direct stimulation.

Max pulled her t-shirt swiftly over her head and tossed it onto the floor. He slid her bra straps off her shoulders, kissing the creamy skin and moved his mouth down to lick her nipples through the thin gauze of her bra.

Daisy half closed her eyes and leant back slightly, pushing her breasts towards his mouth. Skilfully her bra was undone and dropped onto the table while he bent slightly to lick first one nipple, then the other; bathing them in warm saliva, before sucking hard. The sensation was exquisite and sent sharp arrows of pleasure to her sex, already swollen, wet and awaiting his attention.

Daisy lay back on the table and spread her legs wide. Max looked at her for a moment, enjoying the sight of her stretched out before him wantonly in the dim light. Gazing at her face intently and watching her reaction, he ran one hand up her stocking covered thigh while the other carried on caressing her breasts. Her pussy was aching with arousal and she was desperate for him to touch her. He teasingly stroked lightly over the crotch of her knickers, just enough stimulation to torment her and she pushed herself into his hand impatiently, but he pulled back with a sly smile,

"Steady... What's the rush?"

In frustration she slid her own fingers inside her knickers, touching her clitoris in an effort to find the relief she craved, but he grabbed her wrist and stopped her.

"No, you'll have to wait a bit longer, I'm not ready."

He pulled her knickers down her thighs and buried his face in her sex; licking and sucking her juices before swirling his tongue around her engorged clitoris. Expertly he licked and caressed her, lapping her swollen folds of flesh before carefully pushing a finger inside her. She ground her pussy into his face, rubbing her clit against him and climaxed hard immediately, spasms convulsing through her in rippling waves.

For a few moments Daisy lay there on the table, unable to move, her legs quivering in delicious aftershocks. Max lifted his head to kiss her gently and she tasted her own sweet juices on his lips. Languorously, she sat up and pulled him towards her, mindful that he hadn't cum yet.

Max's erection felt like it was about to burst through his trousers as she caressed him through the fabric, causing him to groan slightly. Patiently he stood while she undid his belt and pulled his trousers down along with his boxers. His cock was rock hard and angry looking, a coating of milky pre-cum glistening on the tip. Daisy bent down and licked it off, swirling her tongue around the head and licking the ridges along his shaft. She took his smooth balls in her hand, enjoying the feel of their heavy fullness, before gripping his cock hard, sliding her hand tightly up and down and taking him expertly into her hot, wet mouth. For a minute he let her tease him with her tongue before pulling her mouth reluctantly away.

"No, I don't want to cum yet," he said raggedly. "Turn over; I need to fuck you first,"

She flipped over on the table, her short black skirt wrapped around her waist and her legs spread wide for him, exposing her glistening pussy, slick with her juices.

Max slowly edged his cock inside her and they both groaned at the sublime pleasure. For a moment he stayed motionless as his cock stretched her and filled her up. Then he pulled out, almost to the tip, before thrusting back inside her hard. He leant over her, reaching beneath her to grasp her breast with one hand before fucking her remorselessly, slowly at first, then faster and harder.

"Oh god, that feels so good!" he gasped in her ear.

The feel of him pounding into her was overwhelming and she lay pinned under him while he took his pleasure from her. He reached around to stroke her clitoris and she moaned with pleasure She could feel another orgasm building and she gasped when it hit her in a blaze of white-hot pleasure. Her muscles clenched around his cock tightly and moments later he came too, pumping hard into her with a groan.

He collapsed over her sweat soaked body, his own silky shirt damp with perspiration. Daisy pushed herself back up and stood, leaning against him as his cock slid wetly from her gently pulsing sex. Wrapping his arms around her in the chill of the kitchen, he kissed her neck. For a while, she stood enjoying the intimacy and the feel of him holding her, but all too soon reality kicked in. She didn't really know him and intimacy was a dangerous thing. Still, she had to admit it felt nice being held like that. Maybe she would let him stay for a while; after all it couldn't be too long until dawn.

Daisy turned round and pulled her skirt down while he pulled his trousers and shorts up.

"Are you staying or going?" she asked casually.

"Depends on you; when's your husband due back?" Max quipped.

"Funny," Daisy grinned despite herself, "you know damned well I made that up. Well I'm off to bed; it's been a really long day and I'm tired. Are you coming or what?"

"When you put it like that, how could a bloke refuse?" Max followed her down the hall and she showed him which room was hers, before she disappeared into the bathroom.

She felt too sleepy now to consider the consequences of inviting Max to stay and she dismissed the niggling feelings of disquiet, as she quickly splashed warm water over her face and brushed her teeth. She was breaking her own rules but she was too tired and sated to care. Usually she kicked the blokes out after sex, but for once she felt in need of a warm body to cuddle up to; especially one as gorgeous as Max.

He was snuggled up in bed when she came back into the room yawning. She quickly stripped off and hopped under the duvet before turning the bedside light off.

"Night night," she said sleepily and turned onto her side, facing away from Max. He immediately slid across the bed and spooned into her, putting his arms around her comfortably. It felt kind of nice and cosy. It also felt strange, but despite this, she fell into a deep dreamless sleep almost immediately, secure in Max's arms.



Daisy Got Laid Ch. 03



When Daisy awoke the next morning, it was late and the sun was streaming through the tall windows, casting golden yellow stripes across the bed. For a moment she felt out of sorts, then she remembered Max and realised at once he had gone. The pillow was cold on his side and the house was silent.

Daisy lay there for a few minutes wondering why she felt strangely disappointed. This wasn't how she normally reacted. Most of the time lovers didn't merit a second thought but there was just something about Max; he had undeniably made an impression on her. The fact that he was also a great fuck certainly had a lot to do with it too.

A piece of paper on the bedside table caught her eye, and she reached over to grasp it. It was a note from Max. He had left his mobile number for her and asked her to call him, because he really wanted to see her again.

Daisy smiled despite herself. It was a shame he had left really; already she was horny again. She kicked the duvet off briskly and jumped out of bed with a spring in her step; it was going to be a busy day, but the mood she was in, she didn't really care! 

The VAT inspection took three days and Daisy found she didn't have a moment to herself. She had shoved the Max's note in her purse, but somehow it never seemed the right time to ring. By Wednesday evening, she was sat at her desk in her upstairs office, enjoying a short break. Downstairs in the bar it was fairly busy, the staff were coping ok and Daisy had some admin to catch up on, but she was struggling to concentrate on anything useful.

She found herself thinking about Max again and wondered if he had thought about her in the last three days. Damn it, she said to herself crossly, I might as well give him a ring. It was annoying to say the least, to find her thoughts perpetually invaded by a man, even if he was a very sexy one.

She pulled the scrap of paper from her bag and dialled the number on it. To her surprise, it rang as unobtainable; just a long dead tone echoing down the line. Daisy disconnected the call and looked again at the note, wrinkling her brow in puzzlement at the hand written numbers – maybe she had misdialled? Once again she punched in the number, carefully looking at the note. Once again there was a dead tone in her ear. 

Feeling bewildered beyond measure, Daisy screwed the paper into a small ball and tossed it into the bin. Damn that man, she thought angrily. Either he was too stupid to write his own mobile number down properly, or he had pulled the oldest trick in the book and given her a false telephone number. It appeared she'd been 'had' in every sense of the word. 

The fact she was bothered annoyed her even more than the false telephone number. She'd lost count of the number of times she'd given a bloke a wrong number in a pub or after a one night stand; either because they were being too persistent, or because she had no intention of seeing them again. She would have laughed if she wasn't feeling so pissed off and duped; she could at least now sympathise will all her jilted ex's. 

Oh well, she thought philosophically, if he wanted to see her again, he knew where she worked and lived. The ball had dropped in his court and she would have to play the waiting game...

***~***~***

Max was having the week from hell. On Monday he'd lost his mobile phone god only knew where. It must have dropped out his pocket at some point and although he went back around the places he'd been to, it was nowhere to be seen. He'd rung up Vodafone and cancelled the Sim card immediately, but that left him without a phone temporarily which was fucking annoying. He was also aware that if Daisy had tried to ring him, (which he hoped she would of after their night of passion), she wouldn't be able to reach him and would probably assume that he was the worst kind of bastard who fucked and then fucked off. She hadn't struck him as the sweet, trusting kind. No doubt if he pissed her off, he wouldn't ever get close to her again. 

All this crap was compounded when he found he had to drive up to deepest, darkest Yorkshire on Wednesday morning, in a last ditch attempt to pull together a job that had gone seriously awry due to a total lack of Project Management from his esteemed partner. This meant that he didn't have the opportunity to go and see Daisy before he left. He had managed to leave a message and his work number with one of the staff at the Bar, but so far she hadn't been in touch. He could only hope she forgave him when he finally managed to catch with her at some point.

***~***~***

Daisy's mobile rang from her bag as she sat in her office, glaring at the bin where the innocent piece of paper had been relegated. She absently picked up the phone, still stewing over Max. . "Hey Daisy!" shouted a very familiar voice, "How ya doing?"

"Franco! It's great to hear from you, it's been ages. How are you?" Daisy smiled with enormous pleasure down the phone. Franco was an ex boyfriend who, against all the odds, had turned into a good friend and occasional lover. He was a Casanova with a fearful reputation and they had had some good times together over the years, but it must have been at least two years since they had seen each other. Last time she'd heard from him, he was living it up with some 'actress' on the French Riviera.

"I'm fine, busy as always. How are you fixed for the weekend? I'm throwing a party to celebrate my thirtieth birthday and I wondered if you could come? Be a chance to meet my latest squeeze, Carmen "

"Bit short notice Franco." Daisy frowned. It would take some juggling of the staff rotas, but she could maybe manage it. Oh sod it; she hadn't had time off for ages and it would take her mind off things. Besides, it would be great to see Franco again.

"Pleeeease!" he pleaded. "I've really missed you these last two years. It's about time we had some fun together again!" he added suggestively.

Daisy had to grin at that. He never changed, always on the lookout for fun. His whole life had been a hedonistic pursuit of pleasure and work was just an annoying interruption most of the time. 

"Ok, I'll see what I can sort out and I'll call you tomorrow night, ok?"

"Cool. Looking forward to it already..." Franco made a kissing noise down the phone and hung up.

Daisy smiled to herself. It would be fun to get away for a couple of days. Maybe the trip would stop her obsessing about Max; she might even get lucky whilst she was there. A suave country gent with a huge stately pile would do nicely! 

***~***~***

Friday evening found Daisy sat on the train, heading for York. It was packed with commuters going home for the weekend and Daisy had been lucky to find a seat; many unfortunate people had been standing for the last two hours. She was trying to read a novel she had bought from the shop at the station, but she was struggling to follow the convoluted plot.

She glanced at her watch and realised that the train would be arriving in half an hour. Not soon enough unfortunately; if the man next to her tried to get any closer he would be sat in her lap. She edged further towards the window and pretended not to notice his meaty thigh pressing against hers hopefully. Outside the landscape flashed by, grey and unattractive, dampened by drizzling rain and interspersed with occasional farms and villages.

Franco had promised faithfully to meet her at the station since she had no idea where he currently lived. She just hoped he didn't forget; he wasn't known for his reliability. She took her powder compact from her purse and glanced at her reflection. She still looked tired from the long hours she had been working, but apart from that, not too bad overall. Her hair had been cut and coloured on Thursday morning and was streaked with pale blonde highlights. The last time Franco had seen her she had had a short elfin style that had framed her heart shaped face and made her look about twelve. Now it was long and curled down her back in a Pre-Raphaelite fashion. Not exactly the height of chic, but these days she was so busy, even highlights were a rare luxury.

Quickly she dabbed her face with powder and touched up her lipstick. It was going to be fun seeing Franco. She would also be meeting his current girlfriend, Carmen. Franco hadn't said much about her other than mentioning she was Italian and could cook like a dream. She sounded interesting at least and Daisy hoped that they would get along. Most of Franco's ex girlfriends had proved to be less than likeable. He had a habit of going for brain dead bimbos who took frequent exception to Daisy's presence. There had been more than a few jealous tantrums over the years they had known each other, but their friendship had always stayed the distance. Friendship was always more important than sex – and Franco was a loyal friend.

The train pulled into York station slowly and Daisy scanned the platform, searching for Franco. It was thronged with hoards of people and she couldn't see him anywhere. She had stepped off the train and had begun to follow the stream of passengers heading for the exit, when she heard a voice behind her yelling loudly,

"DAISY!"

Turning quickly, she immediately saw Franco grinning manically at her. He ran up to her and lifted her in a huge bear hug, swinging her around.

"Franco! Put me down you idiot!" she laughed and he released her reluctantly.

"You're looking hot babe!" He grinned and kissed her lightly on the lips.

"You don't look so bad yourself!" she smiled back happily at him.

His hair was longer than the last time they had met, he still had a tan from France and he was toned and hard looking. He had always looked good however, just a bit rough around the edges at times. Franco took her bag chivalrously and they walked quickly through the crowded station, chattering nineteen to the dozen, his arm casually slipped around Daisy's waist in a faintly proprietary fashion.

It felt like the last two years had just slipped away as they caught up on each others' lives. Franco had clearly been busy; stories of various women and other misdemeanours had Daisy in stitches. He was still as immoral as ever but that was part of the reason Daisy liked him.

York was packed with traffic and it took ages to find their way out of the busy city, but eventually the urban landscape fell away and turned into flat green fields and small villages. The sky was still leaden and overcast, occasional fat spats of rain falling on the windscreen, but the miserable weather did nothing to dampen the pleasure Daisy felt at seeing Franco again.

He still made her laugh as much as he had done when they first met at college, all those years ago. Although they had been lovers for a while, the emotional intensity had never been there and the relationship just fizzled out into friendship, not withstanding the occasional fuck. It had been ages since they had last had sex and as Daisy listened to Franco spin a yarn about a party he'd been invited to in France, she found herself admiring his taut thighs firmly encased in denim. The memories provoked a rush of moisture between her legs and she shifted slightly.

Franco must have read her mind because he shot her a loaded glance and grinned suggestively.

"It's been a while babe..." he said huskily whilst manoeuvring the sleek car around some frightening bends. "Fancy catching up later?"

"Franco!" she scolded, "What about your girlfriend?"

"Don't worry about Carmen; you will love her, I promise."

Daisy raised a sculpted eyebrow at him dubiously; that would be a first. He merely grinned back at her mysteriously and returned his focus to the road. There was no more said on the subject and conversation turned to who was invited to the party tomorrow night – evidently loads of people whom Daisy hadn't met before.

In no time at all, the car sped through a quiet village of stone cottages and leafy trees, before turning up a rutted lane with tall hedges on either side. Mud spattered the car sides and Daisy began to wish she had packed her wellies. She hadn't stop to consider the possibility that life in the country would be quite so wet and muddy; her new suede boots were going to get ruined if they ever ventured outside.

The house swung into view from behind tall oak trees. It was beautiful; pale grey stone with leaded windows and verdant green ivy growing up the walls. Gravel crunched underfoot as they stepped out of the car and Franco took Daisy's bag from the boot while she stood and admired the view across the fields behind the house. Lush green landscape stretched as far as the eye could see; sheep and cows dotted around, grazing peacefully. After the belching fumes and constant noise of city life, the clean air and peacefulness was a massive culture shock, but not totally unpleasant.

"Come on kiddo, let's go and meet Carmen, she's dying to say hello!"

Daisy followed Franco through a huge oak door that looked as if it had been hung to withstand the Viking invaders, and found herself in a cool, spacious hall, the walls painted a melancholy duck egg blue. From somewhere within the bowels of the house, faint music emanated and the smell of cooking wafted through. Daisy felt her tummy instantly growl in eager anticipation - the only food she had had all day was a less than impressive British Rail sandwich, followed by a cup of rank tea.

"Take no notice of the fixtures and fittings; an old lady lived here before we rented it and nothing much has been changed. In a couple of months we are moving back to France so I haven't bothered doing much to the house; I've been way too busy having fun!" Franco grinned mischievously and grabbing her hand, led her down an oak panelled corridor towards the back of the house, from where the delicious aroma of food was wafting from.

The kitchen was massive; old pine dressers interspersed with some modern units and a large Aga brooding in the corner. A huge pine table dominated the room, currently piled high with bottles of wine and beer, presumably in readiness for the impending party. 

A tall, elegant woman with long, glossy black hair stood with her back to them, stirring a steaming pot bubbling away on the Aga. She was singing along tunefully to a pop song blasting from the radio that stood on the worktop in the corner.

"Carmen!" 

Franco walked up to her and kissed the back of her neck affectionately. The woman jumped in surprise and splashed sauce up the tiles behind the Aga.

"Idiot!" she scolded as she turned round, but the smile on her face belied the tone of the rebuke.

"Daisy's here so come say hello..." Franco said.

Carmen was incredibly beautiful; smooth olive skin and almond shaped dark eyes lending her face an exotic beauty, whilst her loose t-shirt and jeans only hinted at the voluptuous figure beneath.

She smiled warmly at Daisy and quickly covering the distance between them, kissed her affectionately on both cheeks in the continental fashion. Daisy was rather taken aback at such a convivial reception; she was expecting an altogether more hostile reaction.

"Dinner won't be long; Franco show Daisy to her room so she can freshen up a bit, she must be tired after the train journey," Carmen directed Franco firmly. 

"Yes Boss." Franco quipped cheekily and winked at Daisy. Carmen swatted him with a tea towel and he ducked, laughing.

"Come on Daisy, you've got the nicest room – with the exception of ours naturally..."

Daisy followed him out of the kitchen and up the stairs. He led her down a long landing and up another small flight of stairs. At the top a rustic pine door opened out into a massive attic room with an adjacent en-suite bathroom. A huge pine bed with a plush duvet nestled under the pale yellow painted eaves, and fresh flowers were placed in several vases. It was lovely and Daisy smiled in gratitude. It was more than she had been expecting and the gesture was very much appreciated. Franco dropped her bag by the window and kicked the door shut with his foot.

"Come here..." he said huskily and reached for her.

Daisy stepped into the circle of his tanned arms and kissed him affectionately, enjoying the minty taste of his mouth. He pulled her closer and deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring the warm taste of her mouth and she felt his erection pressing insistently into her belly. Guilty thoughts of Carmen downstairs, intruded into her consciousness and reluctantly restored sanity. She broke away and frowned at him,

"Franco, this is a really bad idea; Carmen seems lovely and I don't want to upset her."

"Hey don't worry, Carmen is cool about us, she knows all the history." He kissed her again, sliding his hand up under her t-shirt and cupping her breast teasingly. Her nipple hardened in immediate response and she groaned in illicit pleasure. "I can't help it if you make me so horny, can I?" He muttered as he broke off exploration of her soft mouth to nibble on the sensitive skin of her neck.

Daisy couldn't help but laugh at that; "Franco!" she chided lightly, "anything with a pulse makes you horny!!"

"Cheek!" he retorted. "That's not exactly true... They have to be female and very attractive; I don't just fuck anyone you know!"

"Yeah right" laughed Daisy, in disbelief, "how many other students did you work your way through at Uni?"

Franco shrugged ruefully and held his hands up in mock surrender, realising he didn't have a leg to stand on; Daisy knew him too well. She pushed him away firmly,

"I need a quick shower so go back to Carmen and I'll be down in twenty minutes."

"Sure you don't want me to scrub your back??" Franco winked suggestively and dived for the door as Daisy swiped him with a towel. "OK! Just trying to make you feel at home..." he laughed. "Don't be too long, Carmen's pasta is legendary and we have some bottles of red wine to drink."

***~***~***

By ten o'clock, they were all stuffed and well on the way to being pissed. Carmen was an excellent cook and the pasta was delicious. Conversation flowed easily and the three of them were getting along like a house on fire. Carmen was refreshingly lovely and Daisy could hardly believe that she'd ever had reservations about meeting her. She and Franco were apparently well suited and Daisy just hoped that he realised how lucky he was.

Carmen was indeed Italian by descent and she had parents in Milan, a sister in France and two brothers travelling around Oz. She was a free-lance writer, mainly articles for women's magazines, and she had lived all over Europe at various times in her life. Apparently they had met at a party in the South of France. Franco had still been with his previous girlfriend, an actress, but they'd had a blazing row and Sara had stormed off home. Carmen had thoughtfully provided consolation and a bed for the night, and Franco had never gone back.

It was typical Franco; he was a serial philanderer by nature; simply moving from one nubile body to the next with the precision of an exorcet missile. In this instance though, Daisy had to admit she was pleasantly surprised. Usually, Franco's girlfriends tended to be vacant bimbo types, great looking but very little in the way of conversation. Maybe Carmen was a signal that he was finally growing up. 

Carmen poured the last of the current bottle of wine into their glasses and disappeared off to the bathroom.

"I'm impressed..." commented Daisy, as soon as Carmen was out of earshot.

"Yeah she's great isn't she?" agreed Franco with a silly smile on his handsome face. "And her family is loaded..." he added with a wink.

Daisy laughed, she knew that Franco wasn't motivated by money; he too came from a wealthy family and he had never been short of cash. 

"You're right though, I may just have to stick with this one for a while." He downed his glass and stood up to fetch another bottle.

"No more for me." protested Daisy as he went to top up her glass. "I'm too tired as it is, any more wine and I'll fall asleep at the table." She stood up and began to clearing the table of the debris of their dinner, piling the dirty dishes in the dishwasher.




Daisy Got Laid Ch. 03



Carmen walked back into the room and went over to sit on Franco's lap. They kissed affectionately and Daisy suddenly felt rather excluded from the intimacy. She unwillingly found herself wondering what Max was doing. Damn that man, she thought not for the first time that week. It was definitely time for bed; she was tired and needed to get some sleep, it had been a very long few days.

"Hey you two, I'm going to bed. See you in the morning," she announced to Franco and Carmen, who were at that point rather engrossed in each other. They managed to tear themselves away just long enough to smile and ask if she had everything she needed. She assured them she did and headed upstairs to her attic room, suddenly feeling rather lonely. 

Despite the fact she was so tired or maybe because of, it took her a while to nod off. She found herself thinking about Max and the last time she had seen him. The memory of him fucking her on the table was a potent one and unwillingly she became unbearably aroused.

She had brought her small vibrator with her and she reached into her bag and pulled it out. It made a quiet humming sound when she turned it on and quickly, she reached down and stroked her swollen sex. She was wet and the feel of the hard toy buzzing against her clit was highly arousing. The toy vibrated over the slick folds of her pussy as she pinched her hard nipples. In her minds eye, she remembered how Max had slid his hard cock into her from behind, and she increased the speed of the vibrator as she became more turned on. Her breasts ached and she imagined Max licking and sucking her taut buds, rolling the sensitive peaks between her finger and thumb. The tension built within her heated body and in less than a minute she came with a harsh gasp, her body gleaming with a light sheen of sweat. She lay in the soft bed, feeling the aftershocks pulsing gently through her in pleasurable spikes. Her body was temporarily satisfied but her mind was still unwillingly preoccupied with Max. It wasn't enough to stop her falling asleep however and she drifted off into unconsciousness. 

Sometime later – she wasn't sure why - she awoke with a start. The neon dial on her watch said it was a little after three am. For several disorientated minutes she lay there listening, but there were only the faint creaking sounds of an old house, settling itself at night.

She soon realised she was thirsty and she needed the toilet; hardly surprising after all the wine they had consumed with the dinner. There was a glass in the bathroom, but for some unknown reason she really fancied a cup of tea, so she got out of bed and put her silky dressing gown on. The house was dark, and she crept downstairs carefully, not wanting to disturb Franco and Carmen.

Daisy made her way carefully along the lower landing and was surprised to see a faint light coming from the last room on the left. She tip toed silently past and glanced in through the gap almost as an afterthought but instantly froze in her tracks as a highly erotic scene played out before her eyes. Almost against her will she stood in the half open doorway, watching the sensual tableau unfold inside the candlelit bedroom.

Franco was stretched out on the bed naked, his well muscled body bathed in soft yellow light from the group of candles on the small bedside table. Carmen was sat astride his groin, moving slowly and sensuously, her long hair cascading down her back. Her dark head was thrown back in pleasure, her full breasts thrust forward. She looked magnificent, her tanned skin gleaming with a light lustre of sweat; her glorious breasts hung heavy, the rosy nipples erect and swollen. Daisy could almost imagine how they would feel in her hands, round and firm, and she squirmed, rubbing her thighs together as she watched Franco raise himself up to take a nipple in his mouth and suckle gently. Carmen leant forward and he grasped her breasts with both hands and caressed them, squeezing the round orbs firmly. She groaned in pleasure and Daisy felt her own nipples hardening in helpless response.

Daisy shifted her weight, inadvertently causing a loose floor board to creak loudly. All three of them froze. Daisy found herself framed in the doorway, an unwilling voyeur, embarrassment at being seen vying with intense arousal at the erotic picture presented before her.

Franco and Carmen both turned and gazed at her silently for a moment before a slow smile spread across Franco's handsome face.

"Want to join us?" he asked softly.

Daisy was taken aback; it wasn't something they had ever tried before. She looked at him and Carmen in shocked surprise, although she had to grudgingly admit the offer was immensely appealing and she was now horny as hell.

Carmen smiled encouragingly and slowly lifted herself off Franco exposing his large glistening cock. She walked over to the door, her heavy breasts swaying temptingly and held out her hand to Daisy invitingly.

"Please Daisy, we both want you to join us..." she said, with the emphasis firmly on the 'both'. 

For a micro second Daisy hesitated; but her sense of adventure propelled her into the room, much to the evident delight of Franco. He scooted up the bed and sat up against the wooden head-board looking like the cat that'd got the cream. His dark eyes glittered as he watched expectantly, one hand on his cock, pleasuring himself, the other resting lightly on his hard stomach.

Carmen stood proudly in front of Daisy, naked and unashamed. She slowly reached out with both hands and slid Daisy's silky dressing gown off her shoulders, allowing it to fall to the thick carpet unheeded. The two women gazed questioningly at each other, neither saying a word, the atmosphere charged with erotic intent.

Daisy took the initiative and leant forward to kiss Carmen, gently tasting her soft lips. The other woman grasped her slim waist and pulled her closer so that they were touching at breast and belly. It felt strange and intensely sensual, feeling softness where normally there would be hard muscle. The sensation was incredibly erotic and Daisy wanted only to explore this beautiful woman's body further; any inhibitions she may have had, dispelled for now.

Daisy reached up tentatively and cupped Carmen's full breasts, testing the weight of them and slowly rubbing her thumbs across her hard nipples. Carmen sighed deeply with pleasure and kissed her harder, pushing her breasts into Daisy's hands.

"Suck her nipples" instructed Franco from the bed. Daisy pulled back momentarily, turning to look at him and he blew her a kiss. She switched her attention back to Carmen and slowly bent down to take one rosy nipple in her mouth. Teasingly she licked and gently swirled it around in her mouth, thinking how much she always enjoyed this when the favour was returned. Carmen grasped her head and moaned softly; Daisy sucked harder and kneaded the soft breast with her hand. If her own pussy was this moist and aroused beyond belief, she could only imagine how Carmen must feel...

"Don't you want to see how wet she is?" commented Franco, almost as if he'd read her mind.

"Yes, touch me Daisy; I need you to stroke my pussy..." Carmen whispered in a breathless voice."

Daisy slid her hands slowly down Carmen's body, enjoying the lush curves and softness of the other woman's silky skin. She moved her hands around her ripe bottom, her fingers stroking and caressing, kneading the firm flesh. Carmen was breathing heavily, leaning back against the end of the bed slightly as Daisy slowly, teasingly, moved one hand around the front of Carmen's thigh before slipping it between her legs and sinking into the wetness of her hot sex.

Daisy instinctively knew what Carmen would like; she knew how she liked to be touched and she applied this knowledge to her exploration of the slick folds of flesh. It was a huge turn-on to feel how aroused Carmen was and Daisy revelled in the power she had over this woman. Satisfaction was in her fingers quite literally and she rhythmically stroked the hard, swollen nub of her clitoris, feeling Carmen's legs tremble with desire against her.

"How does she feel?" asked Franco, his hand slowly rubbing his hard cock.

"She is lovely and wet." replied Daisy softly, while Carmen watched her through half closed eyes, cheeks flushed pink with arousal.

"How would she taste?" Franco added in a husky voice.

Daisy looked at him and licked her lips sub-consciously. This was something she had often fantasised about; making love to another woman and tasting her honeyed sex.

"Do it Daisy, make me cum please..." Carmen begged. She moved back and climbed onto the bed; lying down between Franco's muscular thighs, her glossy black hair streaming over his belly as she spread her legs wide so Daisy could see every detail of her glistening sex. Franco reached forward and caressed Carmen's breasts, watching lasciviously as Daisy parted the folds of her swollen labia with her thumbs. For a moment she acquainted herself with the feminine geography, and then bent down and licked the other woman's sex, her tongue flicking over the juicy slit. Carmen tasted almost sweet, not like how she expected and quite intoxicating. 

Slowly Daisy lapped and tongued her way around the folds of flesh, avoiding the clitoris, feeling Carmen squirm in frustration. She reached a hand up and thrust two fingers gently inside her wet channel, fucking her as she pressed her tongue firmly against Carmen's clitoris. She kept up a rhythm, hard and fast, just how she herself liked it and then sucked gently on the swollen bud. She felt Carmen's legs tense up, her hips raise up from the bed and then heard her cry out loudly as she came hard. 

A warm gush of fluid streamed out of her pussy, flooding Daisy's face as carried on licking her sensitive clit to prolong the pleasure. As the spasms died away, Daisy lifted her face and looked up at Carmen and Franco expectantly.

"Thank you Daisy, that was amazing..." Carmen breathed, her whole body flushed with post orgasmic pleasure. Daisy smiled beatifically and despite the fact she had yet to receive any direct stimulation, she was surprised to realise just how much pleasure she had experienced simply by giving another woman such ecstasy.

"Come here babe, I think it's your turn now!" Franco commanded and Carmen nodded in agreement. 

"I want to see you fuck her," she said softly and Franco grinned,

"Oh I intend to, I want to feel that tight cunt round my cock right now..." he growled and Daisy felt her sex quiver in delicious anticipation.

Carmen stood up and moved around behind Daisy, pulling her scarlet slip off of her shoulders and allowing it to drop to the floor. She reached round to cup her breasts and pinched her nipples hard.

"She has lovely tits, you were right," breathed Carmen and Franco nodded in agreement. Without any warning, Carmen slid her hand between Daisy's legs and slipped several fingers into her wetness. Daisy gasped at the sudden intrusion and her legs almost buckled under as Carmen rubbed against her clitoris.

"She's wet like a river and so ready for you baby..." Carmen murmured as Daisy whimpered in pleasure, her pussy clutching tightly around the other woman's fingers pushed deep inside her.

"Come here Daisy, I need to feel you sitting on my cock." Franco said urgently.

Daisy obeyed without hesitation and Franco lay back on the bed watching with hooded eyes as she lowered herself slowly down onto his massively erect cock. He moaned through clenched teeth as she took him all the way inside her and squeezed her internal muscles around him tightly like a velvet glove.

"God, I love it when you do that, it feels so damn good!" he gasped, feeling his balls tighten in anticipation of cumming.

Daisy smiled down at him and began to move slowly, rolling her hips in a circular motion while Carmen watched mesmerised as she lay next to them, her hand between her legs, stroking her pussy.

Franco reached up and played with her breasts as Daisy fucked him, revelling in the feel of his hard cock moving inside her tight channel. She leaned forward teasingly and he took one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking hard, the sensation transferring all the way to her clit causing her to whimper in pleasure. For several delicious minutes they moved in rhythm together, the pleasure building in ever increasing intensity.

"Play with her ass, she loves that..." Franco managed to say to Carmen as Daisy rode his cock. Carmen nodded and moved behind Daisy, who felt warm, gentle hands squeeze her bottom cheeks, before a lubricated finger carefully pushed into her tight hole. She cried out in shock at the intrusion, but her sex flooded with instant arousal and she bore back against the pressure. 

The forbidden stimulation of her sensitive anus was way too much and when Franco reached down and stroked her clit, Daisy came with a shriek, her whole sex clamping down around his cock as her powerful orgasm hit her in waves of endless pleasure.

It seemed to last forever but when she came back down to earth, Daisy collapsed forward on to Franco's chest breathlessly. He kissed her and stroked her hair gently.

"I love it when you come like that, it's such a turn on,." he said softly and smiled at her. "However, seeing as you two have had all the pleasure so far, how about some for me?" Daisy and Carmen grinned at each other wickedly and both moved so that they were knelt, one on each side of him. They took hold of his still hard cock in unspoken agreement and bent to lick simultaneously.

Franco sighed in ecstasy as Daisy took his swollen glans in her mouth and sucked gently while Carmen licked his balls. Daisy reached up and pinched his hard nipples and moved her lips firmly up and down his cock. He seemed to grow even bigger as she sucked him off and she knew he couldn't last much longer.

"Don't stop!" he gasped as they both licked his hard cock together, tongues slavering over the swollen head, dripping with juices. Franco grimaced and his cock pulsed as he came, spurting hot salty semen into both their mouths, while they struggled to swallow it all down, some of it dripping onto his stomach. 

Daisy and Carmen licked the last traces of spunk away as Franco lay speechless for once on the bed, blown away by the strength of his orgasm. The girls grinned at each other conspiratorially and moved up the bed pulling the duvet with them, to lay one each side of him, nestled into his warm body. 

"Shit that was good!" Franco said sleepily wrapping his arms round each of them. Daisy snuggled into his shoulder and enjoyed the closeness. Her body was sated, her mind empty, and she fell deeply asleep within seconds; Max temporarily forgotten.



Daisy Got Laid Ch. 04



Max was incandescent with rage. It was only when he passed the police car at 98mph on the M1 that he realised it might be a good idea to calm down and remove his boot from the accelerator. Fortunately, luck was on his side and both officers were halfway through two Big Mac meals and therefore not inclined to chase him.

He had planned a couple of days off and, once again, Sean had dropped him in it. Now he was stuck in his 4x4 on a Wednesday morning, on the M1; a meeting with an irate client the only thing he had to look forward to.

Mrs Van de Meyer had booked their services months ago following recommendation from another client. The brief had been to redesign her country house garden in a more contemporary style. Max hadn't been too pleased about this; he felt that gardens should reflect the house and setting, not pander to whims of fashion that waxed and waned at any given time. Sean unsurprisingly had no such scruples and had happily accepted a huge down payment based on a Japanese Feng Shui garden design, complete with exorbitantly expensive water features, Koi Carp pond and Bonsai trees galore. 

Unfortunately it had not gone according to plan and the marble feature stones failing to arrive had only added to their problems. Mrs Van de Meyer had eventually threatened to sue them if they didn't complete the garden before her 30th wedding anniversary party the following weekend, so Max was now on a damage limitation exercise to try and salvage what was left and get the bloody job completed to a satisfactory level.

It should have been Sean on this road to Hell, but as usual, he had fucked off at the last minute to the Maldives with the excuse that Trixie was threatening to divorce him if he didn't take some time off immediately. Frankly, the way things were going, Max was going to divorce him from the partnership if he didn't start pulling his weight soon. More often than not these days, Sean accepted jobs that Max was unhappy with and then left him to do all the work. It wasn't something he was prepared to put up with in the long term.

Then there was the fact that Daisy hadn't called him. Of course, if he was brutally honest, this was the real explanation of why he was in such a foul mood. For some reason this woman had gotten under his skin and had left a lasting impression. Generally he never got involved with women beyond a casual acquaintance (needs must) or at least he hadn't since his acrimonious divorce five years ago. 

He had expected to see her again and indeed, he wanted to see her again. She was certainly memorable and recollections of their time together had kept him wide awake half of last night, but it didn't matter how many times he came, it still wasn't enough. Unfortunately it seemed that she hadn't gotten the message with his work number he'd left at the bar. Well, he would have to be patient now and hope like hell she was still talking to him upon his return home after the weekend. 

He shifted uncomfortably in his leather seat, thoughts of Daisy once more having an unwelcome effect. To counteract the enormous hard-on that threatened to burst out of his jeans, he forced himself to remember Mrs Van de Meyer's imperious voice threatening to sue and his erection subsided immediately. Up ahead the traffic was slowing down due to five miles of roadworks. Sighing exasperatedly, he turned the CD player on and allowed Mozart to wash over him soothingly as he resigned himself to a long and tedious journey...

* * * * * *

Max eventually arrived several hours later and walked straight into the bollocking of his life. However, considering the state of Mrs Van de Meyer's garden, it was wholly justified. Work had evidently stopped at an early stage and there was a huge amount left to do. The initial restructuring of the garden had been done, as had the excavation of the large ornamental pond; but there was still an enormous amount left outstanding. Having studied the plans and looked at the garden, Max was extremely doubtful that it could be achieved before next Saturday. Unfortunately, failure wasn't an option and this had been less than tactfully pointed out to him upon his arrival. Nothing short of death was an excuse for not finishing the job. Just whose death was being referred to wasn't entirely clear but he was damned if it was going to be his.

Sean wanted shooting for his total lack of project management. He should have been up here supervising from the beginning; instead he had been happy to accept updates via 'phone and email. Quite clearly the local team had been taking the piss and not doing what they were being paid to do.

As usual it was left to Max to do damage limitation and charm the fractious client. Fortunately, Mrs Van de Meyer was not oblivious to his charms and had begun flirting with him rather heavily. She had insisted he stay as a house guest rather than stop at the local bed and breakfast. He was dubious as to her motive but quite simply he couldn't afford to risk offending her, so he accepted graciously.

Luckily, Mrs Van de Meyer, or 'Valerie' as she now insisted he call her, was very busy with various social engagements all week, so she unwillingly left him alone to try and salvage what he could from this sorry project. He was shown a small room in which he had use of a desk and phone, then left to get on with it. A rather dour looking house-keeper grudgingly brought him bitter coffee and snacks at infrequent intervals, and he set to the task of calling round all the more reliable sub-contractors they used in the local area.

By 5pm things were looking brighter. He had a team organised, everyone had copies of the plans and, finally, the supplier of the stone water features had agreed to ship them out for delivery Friday morning. It wouldn't be totally finished by a week Saturday, but it would be near as damnation done. And that was the main thing - reputation salvaged and hopefully invoice paid soon after.

By Friday night things had progressed well beyond Max's initial expectations and he was actually wondering if he might make it home by Saturday night. The local contractors had finally pulled their fingers out and a great deal of work had been done in the last two and a half days. Valerie was behaving herself and, thankfully, was far too busy topping up her orange tan to annoy Max too often. The only sticky points had been the evenings, but luckily her husband Lionel was around to stop her getting too carried away. This meant that she was forced to restrict her flirting to the occasional smouldering glance that Max tactfully pretended to ignore. He had managed to excuse himself Thursday evening with the explanation that he had friends in the area. Unfortunately, this meant that he spent a very long evening staring into a pint glass, all alone in some dismal pub. When he considered it late and therefore safe enough, he crept back to Castle Dracula and went straight to bed, horny and miserable. 

Max was just clearing up his paperwork on Friday evening when the door to his makeshift office opened and a young woman sauntered in. She waltzed over to where he was sitting and perched on the edge of the table, long shapely legs swinging jauntily. Her long dark blonde hair was streaked with multi coloured highlights and she was dressed extremely provocatively in a short, tight pink skirt and non-existent white t-shirt that barely covered two enormous, shapely breasts.

"Hi, I'm Delilah, Valerie's daughter, you must be Max?" she stated in a husky voice.

"Er yes..." answered Max, struggling not to focus his attention on the girl's ample cleavage. She surely couldn't be much older than about eighteen or nineteen, but it was really hard to tell with the amount of make-up she had on. She crossed her legs, giving him a tantalising glimpse of red knickers and flicked a small pink tongue out, licking her ruby lips as she stared at him blatantly.

"I'm home from school for the weekend," she added conversationally. "Mum forces me to go to this hideous all girls' boarding school... no boys at all. Well, not in school anyway!" she grinned mischievously.

Max could well imagine why Valerie had sent her to an all girls' school as he watched with fatal fascination, Delilah twirling her hair around and examining her nails. Suddenly the room seemed very claustrophobic and he really needed some air. He now had a very good idea why Sean had been reluctant to stay any length of time up here. Pity he hadn't mentioned Valerie's nymphomaniac daughter when they had discussed the job on Tuesday evening...

"So, is there anything you need?" Delilah asked suggestively. "Anything at all..." she added with a smirk.

Max didn't dare look at her and made a big show of collecting all his gear together, while she watched with an amused expression on her face. 

"Erm no, that's ok thanks. I am just going to take all this upstairs and then grab a quick shower."

Delilah's eyes lit up. "Here, let me help you carry some of it," she said solicitously. Hopping off the desk (but not bothering to pull her skirt down), she grabbed a couple of files and his briefcase before standing in the doorway, smiling angelically.

Max inwardly groaned. This was exactly what he didn't want. Delilah had 'trouble' tattooed on her forehead. The last thing he needed was his clients daughter being seen entering his bedroom. Mrs Van de Meyer would go ballistic and probably sack him on the spot. That in itself wouldn't be such a bad thing – at least he would be home tonight – but the company wouldn't get paid and they would be seriously out of pocket. He would just have to be the responsible adult and put her in her place if she tried it on.

They left the office and Max reluctantly followed Delilah up the sumptuous staircase, struggling to keep his eyes away from her wiggling bottom. It wasn't easy when she looked so sexy in that tight little skirt; her buttocks looked like two ripe peaches, succulent and tempting. 

Delilah kicked open his bedroom door at the far end of a very long landing. It was a comfortable room with a large four poster bed. The elegant effect was rather spoilt by the over abundance of floral prints vying for attention on every surface, but Max had grown used to it. He dropped his stuff on the table by the window, and turned to thank Delilah politely for her assistance.

He barely had time to suck a surprised breath in before Delilah jumped him and all his vital organs froze in shock. She pushed him back roughly onto the bed, the door mercifully shutting of its own accord, and proceeded to kiss him with the finesse of a girl who had clearly been around the block a few times.

Despite his best intentions, he was unavoidably aroused. She was very attractive and as she slid her hand enthusiastically down his trousers, his cock responded joyfully with a mind of its own.

He groaned as she shimmied down the bed and deftly undid his zip, releasing his rock-hard penis and taking him into her hot, wet mouth. The sensation was immensely pleasurable and any moral objections he may have had vanished at that point. She was very skilled and expertly slid her mouth up and down, swirling her tongue around his sensitive glans and cupping his balls gently.

Quite frankly he could have laid there all night enjoying this, but he felt honour bound to at least try and stop her. Reluctantly he pulled her up and sat up so she was knelt before him. She grinned gleefully at him and went to pull her t-shirt over her head swiftly, revealing two large and firm unfettered breasts.

"Delilah, you shouldn't be doing this..." Max asserted, sounding unconvincing even to his own ears.

"Why not?" Delilah grinned blithely. "I like sex and I can see you like me!" She looked pointedly at his erect cock and giggled. 

Max shut his eyes for a second and wondered how it was he'd found himself being seduced by a nubile teenager. He willed his cock to go down but it simply wasn't listening. All communication had been cut off and Delilah wrapped her lips back around his shaft, sucking gently. 

He pulled her up determinedly in one last ditch effort to gain the upper hand. Delilah's delicious breasts swung gently in front of him, all perky and bouncy. Her nipples were long and puckered, and she pinched one between her finger and thumb, watching his reaction slyly.

"Oh God Delilah!" Max breathed heavily, his resolve sinking faster than the Titanic. He watched hungrily as she played with her gorgeous tits, cupping them and moaning slightly to convey the pleasure she was feeling. Max felt powerless as he moved to kiss her gently before sucking her hard nipples, first one nipple and then the other. She moaned louder and Max hoped dearly no-one was anywhere nearby; especially not her mother... He suckled and squeezed the soft, cushiony flesh and listened to the mewling sounds she made in her excitement. Flushed and gleaming with perspiration, she fell back onto the duvet with abandonment. Max stroked her smooth brown thigh before reaching up under her skirt and stroking her pussy through the skimpy fabric of her lace thong. She groaned encouragingly and spread her thighs wide, allowing him easy access to her garden of delights. She pushed her pussy into his hand and he slid a finger under the sodden gusset to find she was smooth and hairless. He glanced up at her in surprise,

"Hollywood wax - everyone has them these days!" Delilah laughed huskily by way of explanation. 

This revelation very nearly finished him off and he struggled for a torturous moment to regain some self control. It didn't help that Delilah was writhing beneath him like a cat on heat. He pulled her skirt up further and slid a finger inside her, testing how wet she was. She was molten and extremely slippery and he rubbed her clit, his finger slick with her juices and then kissed her hard in an effort to stifle the loud noises she was making. Quickly, he pulled her thong down and threw it to one side

"Oh yeah..." she panted. "Rub my pussy just like that!" Max tried to ignore the urgent warning his cock was sending that it was about to cum imminently, and concentrated on stroking the thrashing girl's wet slit. Her juices soaked through his fingers and left a damp patch on the bed.

Delilah bucked under him and twisted against his hand as she scraped his back frantically with her long red nails. Her whole body tensed up for a brief moment then she erupted with a loud cry, shuddering against him in pleasure, her pussy tightening around his fingers compulsively.

Max couldn't wait any longer - he just had to get inside her now. He quickly pulled his jeans down to his knees and thrust into her hard, pausing momentarily at the delicious feeling of being encased inside a tight cunt. She wrapped her thighs around him and he began to fuck her remorselessly, each thrust causing her to groan in renewed pleasure.

"Fuck me baby. Go on, real hard..." Delilah muttered encouragingly in his ear as she lay back under him, her breasts crushed between their bodies. Her nails raked across his buttocks and dug in sharply, causing him to wince in pain.

He knew he wasn't going to last and he shut his eyes momentarily, pretending it was Daisy he was screwing, lying beneath him, begging him for more... Faster he thrust, pounding into Delilah's willing body, listening to her harsh breathing as she approached another orgasm. 

She cried out again and tensed up beneath him as she came for a second time. Max couldn't hold back any longer and with a stifled yell, he came too.

"Aghhh...." he gasped harshly as he pumped hard into Delilah's cunt. She lay panting, her eyes closed and a beatific smile lighting up her pretty face as he collapsed on top of her before sliding to one side, conscious of his own weight.

For several minutes neither of them said a word, both soaked in sticky perspiration. Delilah was the first to stir. She smiled at him gleefully and kissed him on the cheek briskly before jumping up, pulling her skirt down and whipping her tee-shirt quickly back over her head. With a glance in the dressing table mirror to smooth her multi coloured hair down she threw him a broad smile.

"See you at dinner lover!" she said breezily, before disappearing out through the door with barely a backward glance.

Max lay on the bed dazed and feeling like the victim of a hit and run; his pants were somewhere around his knees and he was totally knackered to boot.

Christ he was too old for this sort of game. What in the Hell was he thinking of, bedding the daughter of a client? He was meant to be the adult here and he had just behaved with the morals of a horny tom cat.

Delilah was hardly an innocent though, he thought defensively. If anything she had taken advantage of him! However, Mrs Van de Meyer was unlikely to see it that way and should she ever find out... God help him if she did. His bollocks would be on a plate and dished up for breakfast, make no mistake.

* * * * * * * *

Dinner turned out to be a truly hideous ordeal to say the least. Valerie flirted even more outrageously and Delilah delighted in throwing smouldering looks whenever her mother's attention was diverted.

How he ate anything without choking was a minor miracle. He had eaten nothing except a stale sandwich all day, but his appetite utterly deserted him when faced with Valerie's shrivelled brown breasts falling out of a low-cut top and a plate of overcooked salmon plonked in front of him by the dour housekeeper. At least the purring ginger cat was well fed as it sat under the table catching the fish that Max surreptitiously dropped whenever he thought no-one was looking.

After he had struggled through the dessert (sherry trifle with blessedly generous amounts of sherry in it), he had made his excuses once again and left the Van de Meyers to their after-dinner conversation. Delilah smirked at him as he walked out of the dining room apologetically, mumbling incoherently about 'emails to send'. Valerie seemed disappointed to see him go, but luckily she was soon distracted by a phone call. 

Max messed about on his computer for a while, not daring to go back downstairs for fear of bumping into either Valerie or Delilah. There were a couple of books on the table next to the bed and in despair he began to read one of them. It was a political thriller and to his surprise he found he was soon engrossed. He was not a man who read much beyond the latest issue of 'Loaded', so reading a novel was a rare event. Eventually he managed to fall asleep fitfully, dreams of Daisy once again tormenting him.

* * * * * * * *

He could feel her lying next to him on the bed, her perfume tickling his nostrils and exciting his senses. Her hands caressed him and her lips excited him. His cock was rock hard in anticipation of sinking into her fiery depths and he moaned out loud. A warm wet mouth nibbled his sensitive nipples and sucked on them lightly. His cock throbbed even harder in response to the pleasurable stimulation and he pictured Daisy grinning wickedly at him as she lay between his legs before wrapping her sweet mouth around his rigid shaft.

Sharp nails raked down his length and elicited a further groan of pleasure. His balls tightened and he could feel his orgasm building, her tongue licking faster and her mouth sucking harder. 

"Oh God!" he groaned, "Daisy don't stop..."

"Who the fuck is Daisy?" said a curious feminine voice after the mouth abruptly extricated itself from his cock with a pop. 

Max opened his eyes in the growing realisation that his horny dream had in fact been real. Unfortunately it wasn't Daisy's mouth giving him immense oral pleasure, it was Delilah's. She was laid across his bed, clad only in a translucent black slip. All her many assets were on display in the moonlight seeping through the open curtains and Max could only hope she hadn't been seen coming into his bedroom looking like that.




Daisy Got Laid Ch. 04



She pulled herself up the bed to lie next to him, smiling sweetly as the shock continued to wash over him and his penis softened. "So, come on - who is this Daisy? It's a good job I'm not easily offended!" 

Oh fuck, thought Max as he closed his eyes in horror. How on earth was he going to escape from this nightmare? Delilah seemed remarkably unfazed by his reaction. She took hold of his limp cock and began to stroke him slowly. 

"Forget about Daisy," she advised sagely. "You don't need her." His cock began to respond once more to her skilful touch, completely against his will. Delilah was a force to be reckoned with and he realised that he may as well just lay back and think of the business. They couldn't afford to upset the client's daughter after all. 

Delilah sucked him skilfully until he was hard once again. Licking her lips, she moved up the bed and sat astride him, resting her hands on his chest. Max tried not to look at her bouncing breasts, partially hidden under the gauzy chemise but his eyes were drawn to them like a moth to a flame. Her nipples hardened under his scrutiny and she parted her lips in expectation of his touch.

"Go on..." she whispered, "touch them. You know you want to!"

Max silently agreed - he did want to very much. Despite his best intentions, he reached out and ran his palm over her hardening nipples. She sucked in her breath hard and closed her eyes in pleasure. 

"Oh yeah.... that feels so good. Suck them, please!" Max sat up and pushed the ribbons of her slip off her shoulders. The flimsy material fell to her waist, revealing the twin temptations of her tits. Delilah leaned forward slightly and Max licked a nipple teasingly. The wet trail left by his tongue caused the skin to pucker up in the cool air of the room and he blew gently on it, making it harden further. Cupping the heavy breast in one hand, he took the nipple in his mouth and sucked, feeling her tremble in response. His cock was yet again hard beyond belief despite his conscience niggling him. But he resolutely ignored it as he moved his attention to the other breast. 

Sighing with pleasure, Delilah ground herself into Max's lap. He was clad only in a pair of boxers and he could feel the scorching heat of her hot sex burning him. Moisture from her cunt soaked the cotton fabric and his cock twitched, dying to find its way inside her. He ignored his own needs and continued to pay homage to Delilah's breasts. Pushing them together, he managed to lick both nipples simultaneously and she groaned in encouragement. 

"Oh yes baby, I love this! Please don't stop..." Max didn't want to, so he carried on slurping and licking his away around the creamy flesh, enjoying the sounds of her arousal. Delilah writhed frantically on his lap, rubbing herself onto the hardness of his engorged cock in an effort to find release.

Max slid one hand between their bodies and into the wet folds of her pussy. She lifted herself up slightly to allow him easier access and he stroked her clit as he continued to lave her nipples with his wet tongue. Her clit was hard and swollen as she spread her thighs wider, thrusting her sex towards him. 

"Oh yes, I'm going to cummm!" she gasped, pulling his head up and kissing him hard. She broke away and let out a loud moaning cry, her whole body shaking as she climaxed. Max could feel the juices flooding out over his hand and onto his boxers as her pussy rippled with pleasure. 

His cock was now so hard it was painful. She looked at him, her face flushed pink and her eyes still slightly glazed in pleasure. 

"Oh god that was good! Ummmm... but now I want to feel you inside me, fucking me with that hard cock!" Just the filthy words were almost enough to make him cum and he groaned in response. 

"Lift up," he muttered and Delilah obliged. Quickly, Max pulled his boxers down far enough to allow his cock to spring free. It was swollen and oozing with sticky pre-cum. Delilah licked her lips and sank down slowly, allowing the sensation of the descent to last as long as possible. Finally he was buried within her up to the hilt, his balls nestling against her body and the tip touching the top of her tight pussy. 

"Slowly now, or I'll cum," he warned her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he grabbed hold of her breasts again, squeezing the flesh hard as she began to slowly slide up and down, her hips rolling in a circular motion. 

Max could feel his cum threatening to shoot out and he forced himself to hold on for a little longer. The pleasure was almost overwhelming and as she increased the tempo of her fucking, he closed his eyes tightly.

"Oh yeah..." Delilah moaned, "I'm gonna cum again..." she ground her clit into his pelvis and squealed loudly as another orgasm overtook her. Max felt her pussy tighten around him and he let his own orgasm crash over him. His cock pulsed inside her, flooding her pussy with spunk as he continued to thrust into her wetly. 

Eventually he collapsed backwards onto the headboard and shut his eyes in exhaustion. Delilah climbed off his cock and lay next to him, nestled in the curve of his shoulder. 

"Bet you forgot all about Daisy didn't you!" she commented smugly.

Max jumped slightly, feeling guilty. She was right. He had for a few minutes. Not now, though. Daisy was firmly back in his head and giving him hell about fucking Delilah – despite the fact he was the one who had been seduced! 

"Tell me, do you always behave like this with your mother's house guests?" he asked curiously as they lay in the dim light, cooling off.

"Not all the time!" Delilah giggled. "I'm away at school mostly. But I couldn't resist you. You're yummy!" She propped herself up and kissed him on the cheek. "I love older men," she added with a grin. "When I finish my A Levels, I'm going to find myself a Sugar Daddy!" 

Max couldn't help but smile. God help the poor bastard who landed that lucky job - he'd be dead within a year!

"Right, I'd better go back to my own room," she said sadly. "Mum would go mental if she knew I was with you – she was hoping to try you out herself!"

Max's face must have registered total horror because Delilah burst out laughing in response. 

"Joke!" she sniggered. "Dad wouldn't let her anyway, so don't panic." She jumped off the bed and rearranged her skimpy chemise. "See you tomorrow lover!" Blowing him a kiss, she slipped out of the door silently. 

Max lay back in the tangled mess of his bed, wondering if he would ever manage to get back to sleep again. Oh well, he could always read the rest of his book...



Daisy Got Laid Ch. 05



By 9pm Saturday night Max was sat on Valerie's patio smoking a rare cigarette. He was busily preoccupied thinking of painful ways to kill Sean when the scent of Poison wafted past and Delilah dropped down next to him clad in a very tight cotton dress.

"Wanna come to a party?" she grinned cheerily.

Max had been hoping to be on his way home at that precise moment, but since there had been a few minor delays he had been forced to stay too late to consider the long drive home. The garden however was almost complete and what was left could easily be handled by his sub contractors. 

He paused before answering Delilah. He wasn't sure whether he really wanted to go anywhere tonight, least of all a party full of irritating teenagers. Unfortunately, put on the spot he couldn't think of any plausible excuses for saying no.

"Are you allowed out this late?" he asked doubtfully as she waited for his response.

Delilah laughed with derision, "I do what I want!" she said scornfully. "As long as I appear for breakfast, Mum doesn't care what I get up to."

Clearly there was a distinct lack of parental supervision, but as Max had already blatantly overstepped the boundaries of father-figure he could hardly say much in criticism.

"What sort of party?" he enquired dubiously.

"Some people on the other side of the village are throwing a house party; it should be well cool and as my brother is going we can have a lift."

"Brother? I didn't know you had one??" Max said in surprise; Valerie hadn't mentioned a son and he had seen no evidence of anyone else lurking around the house in the time he'd been here.

"Yeah, Jonny doesn't live at the house - he has a flat above the stables so he can keep an eye on his precious horses." Delilah rolled her eyes. "But it's mostly so Mum and Dad can't see what he gets up to!" She stood up and pulled a cigarette from her bag. "Got a light?"

Max frowned at her, "Filthy habit, you should give up!"

"Bugger off," was her short reply. Sighing heavily, Max lit her fag for her. "Are you coming then or what?" she asked impatiently as her mobile phone beeped to tell her a text message had been received. She read it quickly before announcing, "Jonny's waiting so I'm going; I don't want him to go without me...Come with us - it'll be fun!"

She smiled angelically and held out her hand encouragingly. Max stood up in resignation and realised this was about as good as it got; there was certainly no way he was spending his last evening in Yorkshire making polite conversation with Valerie, so he may as well go to this party. He followed Delilah down the lawn towards the stables hoping like hell that the party had plenty of alcohol available to drink – he needed it.

* * * * *

Dance music was really not Max's thing and particularly not when he was stood next to an amplifier so loud his fillings were rattling. Delilah had hooked up with some tattooed youth and they were busily engaged in rolling a suspicious cigarette in the corner of the room, whilst Max observed with faint disapproval. 

"Oh stop it!" she had hissed crossly when he threw dark looks in her direction. "You are not my child minder!"

"Just as well, you would've been under house arrest by now!" Max muttered under his breath. He should have gone to the village pub. The thought of a hot-pot supper and a log fire almost brought tears of longing to his eyes. How he wished he was there instead of stuck in some stranger's house with the slut teen from hell.

He needed another drink or he was never going to last the night. Delilah's brother had disappeared as soon as they arrived and he had no idea how to get back to the house. All the lanes looked very much the same in the dark so he wasn't about to make a run for it. Besides, Valerie was waiting up for him Delilah had assured him, although she had been laughing at the time so he wasn't sure if she was just winding him up. 

All around him conversations ebbed and flowed whilst alcohol flowed even more freely. He wandered down a hall into a large kitchen feeling bored and hungry, following the spicy smell of food. 

Several people stood in the cavernous room, drinking, smoking and chatting to each other. They took no notice of Max as he wandered over to the Aga and peeked into the huge pan. It looked like stew and smelt mouth wateringly delicious. His stomach growled loudly; he was hungry after barely touching his inedible dinner at Valerie's earlier on that evening. A pile of bowls stood next to the Aga complete with cutlery and Max presumed they were there for self-catering as several dirty bowls littered the worktop. 

"Have some, you won't regret it," said a voice softly from behind him; "Carmen is a wonderful cook." 

Max turned to see who had spoken. A tall red haired woman handed him a clean bowl and grinned at him. She had sparkling green eyes and Max found his grumpy mood lifting almost immediately. He turned back to the stove and dished up some stew, his mouth watering in greedy anticipation.

"Ladies first..." Max offered the first bowl to the red-head and she accepted graciously. He then filled another bowl for himself and began to eat hungrily.

"You're right, this is amazing!" he commented with pleasure. "I'm Max by the way."

"I'm Sara, pleased to meet you. Are you a friend of Franco or Carmen's? I haven't seen you before," she asked curiously.

Max felt rather embarrassed; it suddenly seemed extremely rude to be at a party eating food when he didn't even know the hosts. Still, it was rather late in the day to be apologising.

"Err... I came with a friend." Silently Max squirmed; Delilah could hardly be called a friend but how else was he to refer to her without sounding like a total idiot?

"Oh really, who's that then?" Sara said politely.

This was getting worse now...

"The daughter of a client - Valerie Van de Meyer; do you know her?"

"You came with Delilah??" Sara snorted incredulously. "You are not her usual type I have to say!" She looked at him with an amused expression. Max bristled in annoyance - how dare she imply that he was more than a friend! 

"Actually we only met on Friday; I'm here to oversee the garden renovations for Valerie. Delilah kindly offered to entertain me this evening and brought me here." Max said slightly defensively.

"I bet she did!" laughed Sara. "Delilah has a reputation in case you didn't know. Most men round here are not allowed within spitting distance. I take it you haven't been subjected to the fatal seduction yet? Don't say I didn't warn you!"

Suddenly the bottom of the stew bowl seemed unbearably fascinating. Max scraped the remainder of the sauce out and tried to dispel potent memories of Delilah seducing him in his bedroom. It really wouldn't do to be branded an immoral letch by a total stranger, especially when she was rather attractive. "Delilah has behaved impeccably around me so far," Max lied, crossing his toes in self defence. 

"That'll be a first then!" Sara spluttered clearly unconvinced. "That girl doesn't know the meaning of the words good behaviour!" 

Max placed his empty bowl in the sink and deciding a change of subject was in order said hurriedly: "Fancy giving me a guided tour of the garden?"

"Sure," Sara smiled warmly. 

"Great! Perhaps you could introduce me to the hosts if we pass them? I can thank them for their inadvertent hospitality!" Max said with huge relief now that the conversation had moved away from the subject of Delilah. He was actually rather keen to take a look at the garden - it was likely to be a real gem in an old county house like this. 

* * * * *

Daisy leant against the huge oak tree at the far side of the rose garden, watching the other guests chattering and drinking on the terrace. She could have joined in, but in truth she wasn't exactly in the mood. She didn't really know why she was feeling so down in the dumps. As much as she had enjoyed last night with Franco and Carmen, it had really brought home to her how increasingly lonely she felt despite all her protestations to herself that she didn't want a relationship. She could see how well suited they were and in many ways she was jealous. Not of them specifically, just of what they had found in each other. If she was honest, she wanted that intimacy too. This inevitably led her back to Max again. It felt like all roads led to Max at the moment.  

"Penny for them?" A deep male voice interrupted her melancholy train of thought and she jumped slightly. 

"Oh no, they aren't worth that much!" she laughed ruefully as she turned to look curiously at the owner of the voice. 

He was tall, blonde and rugged looking with warm brown eyes. He towered over her and she had to crick her neck to talk to him. 

"Hi I'm Daisy." She offered with a friendly smile.

"Pleased to meet you Daisy, I'm Jonny." He grinned in response. "Are you all on your lonesome tonight?" 

"Well I don't really know anyone apart from Franco and Carmen if that's what you mean. I was at college with Franco, we go back years." 

"To be honest," Jonny shrugged, "I don't know them that well. They drink down at the local pub and that's where we met. I like them though, they are a good laugh and they've fitted right in around here – certainly livened things up a little!" 

"Umm I bet they have!" Daisy chuckled wryly. 

Suddenly there was a loud crash and the sound of breaking glass from the direction of the house. They both turned to see what had caused the commotion and Jonny groaned heavily as he realised who was at the centre of the disturbance. 

"Oh hell, my baby sister strikes again! I can't take her anywhere..." he sighed crossly. "She promised me she would behave tonight and stay off the booze." He rolled his eyes at Daisy before rushing off towards the house.

Daisy followed him back up the garden wondering what on earth had happened. A couple of metal chairs were on their side and a few people stood around watching the impromptu show. 

There had obviously been some kind of fracas although Franco and Carmen were nowhere to be seen and the music was still blaring out at a high level. For a surreal moment she thought she was hallucinating when she saw Max lift a very drunken girl up off the paving stones and lay her on the nearby bench. The girl slumped into him and giggled, her short pink dress riding almost obscenely high up her thighs. She was stroking his chest in a very familiar fashion while curious onlookers watched curiously. What appeared to be the remnants of a smashed wine bottle were scattered around in a sticky crimson pool.

"Fucking hell Delilah!" Jonny hissed angrily as he approached the pair. "I warned you not to get pissed again! I bet that wanker Ron is responsible for this, where is the fucker now? Disappeared I bet! Just wait until I get my hands on that bastard's scrawny neck – I'll ring it!" 

Delilah just rolled her eyes and smiled dreamily as she lay sprawled across Max's lap. Daisy watched in fatal fascination as the girl nuzzled her face into the crook of his arm. No wonder he hadn't been in touch, she thought furiously. He was far too busy entertaining teenage bimbos! 

Max glanced up briefly and saw her glowering at him. The shock hit him like a sledgehammer – Daisy was the last person he expected to see tonight. For a starry moment he was delighted then he realised just how dubious his current situation looked and took in the furious expression on her face.

Jonny addressed him crossly and dragged his attention reluctantly away from Daisy. "Max, I need to get my sister home, let's get her to the car before she makes an even bigger fool of herself," he growled impatiently. He grabbed Delilah's arm and partially lifted her off Max, who then propped her up from the other side. Between them, they escorted her limp body across the terrace towards the side gate and into the car. Max turned back to look for Daisy, but she had vanished out of sight.

Oh hell, he thought despondently. It was going to take some explaining to dig himself out of the hole he had inadvertently found himself in. He could have killed the little brat right now and the only thing that stopped him was the delightful thought of the monstrous hang-over she would have in the morning. 

* * * * *

It was gone two am by the time the last drunken guests staggered out the door saying it had been the best party ever. The Reverend Killjoy could be heard singing bawdy songs all the way up the lane, long after he finally hiccupped his way down the gravel drive. Daisy wasn't so sure it had been the best night she'd ever had, but it was certainly the biggest mess she had ever seen. She started to clear up the debris wearily, but she was so tired that she could hardly see straight so she flopped outside on the patio with a cup of tea and her melancholy thoughts for company. 

Franco and Carmen had disappeared around midnight which was hardly going to win them a host of the year award, but nobody had seemed too bothered. The party had continued regardless and the commotion on the patio had soon been forgotten. Unfortunately seeing Max again had knocked Daisy for six and she had spent the rest of the party wondering how the hell he had managed to appear at the house she was staying at. Talk about coincidence! 

The side gate creaked eerily in the dark and Daisy jumped out of her skin. Who the hell was creeping around at two in the morning? She stood up preparing to make a run for it in case it was a psychopathic burglar and grabbed an empty wine bottle in self defence. 

"Daisy?" a familiar voice called softly.

It was Max and she relaxed momentarily, breathing a shaky sigh of relief.

"What's the matter – your bimbo passed out on you?" She asked wearily with a trace of sarcasm before flopping back down on the step.

"No, I came back to see if you were awake and to explain why you couldn't get hold of me this week."

"What makes you think I tried?" Daisy was astounded at the sheer arrogance of the man. He had been all over some floozy earlier in the evening and yet he fully expected her to be pining away for him!

"You mean you didn't try to ring me?" Max felt unbelievably crushed as the prospect she may have not wanted to see him again inflicted a mortal blow to his male ego. 

Daisy softened slightly at his wounded expression. "Actually I did try to ring you, but your number was unobtainable." She shrugged and sipped her tea, assuming an air of indifference. 

"I lost my mobile and had to cancel the Sim card. I left a message at the bar but obviously you didn't get it..." Max's voice trailed off as he wondered why he was even bothering to explain himself.

"Oh?" Daisy snapped her head up in surprise. "When did you ring the bar?" 

"Tuesday morning." 

"Ah... Mary works Tuesday mornings - she is useless at the best of times so she probably didn't even write the message down. Well that explains the phone, but it doesn't explain what the hell you are doing here and why that trollop was all over you like a nasty rash!" Daisy glared at him in renewed outrage.

Ha - she was jealous! Max thought gleefully. Things were suddenly looking up. If she was exhibiting signs of jealousy then at least that meant she gave a damn. 

"That trollop as you so kindly called her is my client's daughter, Delilah. I came with her and her brother Jonny tonight because they invited me along. Delilah got horribly drunk - which apparently is a regular occurrence - and I just happened to be there when she made a scene. I am up here working on a job for her parents; I go home tomorrow. Anything else you need to know?" Max tried very hard to look suitably aggrieved at the terrible aspersions she was casting upon him and hurriedly pushed to one side the fact that they were mostly true.

Daisy had the grace to look slightly embarrassed, realising that perhaps she had put two and two together and made six. She was always good at doing that.

Max crossed the patio impatiently, suddenly tired of all the silly misunderstandings, and took her in his arms. After a moment's hesitation she relaxed against him, shutting her eyes in exhaustion. 

He smelt faintly of soap and she breathed the scent in deeply. A nagging thought that really she should have told him to piss off filtered through the haze of sleepiness, but she squashed it.

"I missed you, you know. I really wanted you to ring..." Max whispered into the hollow of her neck 

"I tried," muttered Daisy grumpily. 

"It seems it was all a misunderstanding. Do you forgive me?"

"I suppose so." Daisy said rather ungraciously. She was forced to admit he really felt good, but if she didn't go to bed soon she was going to be a zombie tomorrow. "I need to get some sleep, are you staying or going?"

Max considered his options. Did he risk going back to Valerie's house for the remainder of the night, or did he stay here with the woman who had starred in all of his erotic dreams in the last week? No choice really...

"Do you want me to stay?" he asked cautiously, unwilling to blow it again.

"Don't mind as long as you decide in the next five seconds, or I will go to bed without you." Daisy gave a wan smile and Max grinned back.

"Ok, you persuaded me then. Bed it is; show me the way right now!"

They switched off all the lights and locked the doors before heading upstairs. The house was silent and not a murmur came from Franco and Carmen's room. Typical, thought Daisy; Franco had always had the knack of leaving everyone else to clear up the mess. Just as well she wasn't leaving until the following afternoon; it was going to take hours to put the house back to its former glory.

Daisy's attic room was warm and stuffy so she opened the window to let the cool night air in. A pale moon lit up the bed with silvery ribbons as they silently stripped off their clothes and jumped under the duvet. Daisy turned her back on Max and he wrapped his muscular arms around her slender frame, cuddling into her warm body. Within minutes she was fast asleep and he lay for a while listening to her rhythmic breathing.

When he next opened his eyes, it was morning and the rain was clattering loudly on the window. The sky looked dark but his watch told him it was nearly nine o'clock. Christ, Valerie would be having a blue fit by now; he just hoped Jonny or Delilah had told her where he'd disappeared to. 

Daisy was still fast asleep, her hair fanned out over the pillow and he slid over towards her and pulled her into the curve of his body. She stirred slightly but didn't awaken so he gently moved his hand up over her rib to cup her breast. It felt warm and smooth, the nipple hardening under his touch. She moaned slightly and pushed herself into his hand but still didn't awaken. By now, his cock was rock hard and the temptation to slip into her receptive body was great. He kissed her neck, nibbling the warm skin before moving his hand down across her hip and between her legs, dipping into the moist cleft of her sex. Daisy was already wet and his cock rubbed into the hot, slippery flesh, causing him to groan in frustration. Max touched her clit and she pushed her bottom back against him. 

"I need you to fuck me..." she whispered into the pillow softly. 

"Morning sleepyhead!" Max said huskily. "Try saying please and I might oblige..."

He pushed two fingers inside her, feeling the slick moisture welling up inside her hot cavern while she squirmed in pleasure. 

"Please fuck me NOW...." She pleaded, writhing uncontrollably against him.

Max was unable to hold back much longer anyway, his cock felt like it was going to explode any minute. He rolled her onto her back and moved the head of his cock inside her slowly, supporting his weight on his arms. The feel of her strong inner muscles gripping his hard flesh was sublime and he had to fight to stop himself coming almost immediately. Concentrating hard, he began to thrust slowly as she wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, urging him deeper inside her. 




Daisy Got Laid Ch. 05



Her mouth tasted sweet as he leant down to kiss her, touching her tongue gently with his own and nibbling her lower lip. The duvet was kicked on the floor in the heat of the moment and neither of them noticed the rain splattering in through the semi open window, a small puddle forming on the sill. 

They rolled back over and Daisy ended up on top. She raised herself up and paused to watch Max through long lashes and strands of golden hair. Her pussy clenched around his cock and he groaned at the feel of her.

"Tease..." he muttered, breathing hard.

She smiled and leaned forward to push her breasts in his face tantalisingly, allowing him a nipple to taste before sitting up and cupping her own flesh. As he watched lustfully, she caressed herself sensuously, squeezing both hard nipples in turn. Next, she reached down and stroked her clitoris, moving up and down slowly on his cock as she did, using him for her own selfish pleasure.

Max watched mesmerised as she fucked him and she came with a gasp moments later. He sat up and kissed her hard, feeling her body clench up and pulsate around him, while her orgasm crashed over her. Eventually she opened her eyes and grinned at him, flushed with pleasure. 

"Morning..." she said breathlessly.

"My turn now!" he growled and rolled her back over again. 

With one deft movement he withdrew his cock and moved to sit astride her chest so that his cock was near her mouth.

"Suck me off," he commanded hoarsely. Daisy licked her lips in anticipation, pulled herself up to a more vertical position and slowly enveloped his cock in her velvety mouth, tasting her own sweet juices on his thick shaft. 

Max watched lustfully as her lips circled up and down his engorged length and her tongue caressed him silkily, licking the head hungrily. There was no way he could hold off for much longer and he gasped urgently,

"I'm gonna cum!"

He tried to pull away, unsure of how she would react, but Daisy grasped his balls in her hand and squeezed gently. This tipped him over the edge and with a groan he came, firing thick streams of milky cum straight into her open mouth and down her throat. Daisy swallowed quickly as he pumped, licking her tongue around, not wanting to miss a drop.

Max climbed off her and fell back onto the bed, exhausted and sweaty. Daisy moved into his embrace and they lay quietly listening to the rain outside. It was nice to be cuddled up in bed with a man on a lazy Sunday morning she thought to her surprise. She could feel his heart slowing down to a normal rate after the energetic workout they had just enjoyed. Her own body felt limp and sated, tired from lack of sleep, but happy nonetheless. The thought of all that clearing up still left to do didn't dent her mood one iota. 

"What's for breakfast wench?" Max asked, opening one eye mischievously. 

"Excuse me??" Daisy glared at him as she raised herself up on one elbow.

"Well after being sucked dry by a gorgeous temptress, a man needs his fry up..." He slapped her bottom playfully making her yelp.

"Get to the kitchen and cook your own bloody fry up!" she retorted.

"That's not very nice..." Max pulled a forlorn expression and Daisy burst out laughing, unable to stay cross for long. 

"I need a shower and so do you. After that, we can make breakfast together, ok?"

"You drive a hard bargain wench! Come here and let me seal the deal..." He kissed her lingeringly before jumping out of bed and disappearing into the bathroom. 

Daisy lay motionless for several minutes, the temptation to go back to sleep very strong. She felt shattered and the thought of sitting on the train for several hours later on that day was very unappealing. The thought of going back to work tomorrow was even less so. 

The sound of singing from the bathroom soon interrupted her musings. A very tuneless rendition of Robbie Williams echoed out of the door, threatening to frighten the birds away. Daisy laughed to herself - he may be a great lay but he sure as hell couldn't sing! She must remember not to invite him to Karaoke night at the bar; any more of that and half the clientele would be frightened away.

Forcing herself to clamber out of the soft bed, she shivered slightly in the chilly air of the bedroom. Yawing, she padded lightly into the bathroom and briefly admired Max's body through the opaque glass of the shower cubicle before stepping inside and joining him under the hot spray.

Max moved aside to allow her some space and wrapped his arms around her, kissing her warmly. They stayed like that for several tender minutes, the water cascading over them. It wasn't long before Daisy could feel Max reacting to her proximity and she giggled. 

"Has the water revived you?" she teased with a laugh.

Max grinned ruefully. "Even a dead man would be turned on by you missy!" He grabbed her bottom and pulled her against his hard cock with a lecherous growl. "So what are you going to do about it?" 

She grinned slyly and dropped to her knees, enveloping him in her mouth again, sliding her lips slowly up and down his shaft until he was groaning lustfully. 

"Oh no, I'll cum if you do that much longer... stand up Daisy." He pulled her back up and on to her feet. "You have bewitched me you evil woman..." he muttered as he bent to take her breast in his mouth, pulling at her hard nipple with his teeth and causing her to groan softly. 

One hand slipped between her legs and stroked the slick folds of her pussy, feeling how wet and ready she was once again. Daisy writhed against him and spread her legs wider allowing him easy access. Bucking her hips against the pressure of his fingers, she lost herself in the rapture he aroused in her so easily. 

Max could feel the tension in her body and knew she wouldn't be far off her orgasm. He lifted her up and supported her weight effortlessly as she wrapped her legs tightly around his waist. Slowly he lowered her down onto his aching cock, groaning at the sweet pleasure of her cunt enveloping his throbbing shaft.

The water continued to rain over them as they moved together, Daisy rocking her hips and sliding up and down Max's cock. 

"Oh Max..." she breathed into his neck, "This feels so good." She closed her eyes and concentrated on the exquisite sensations, feeling herself climbing higher and higher until she crashed over the precipice and exploded into a thousand shards of light. Her whole body rippled with delicious spasms and she cried out at the intensity of her orgasm.

Max thrust harder and faster into her pulsing cunt. He was lost in the pleasure and with one final gasp he came hard, feeling his cum firing deep inside her hot body. 

Daisy recovered first and dropped her feet to the floor as his cock slid wetly from her, their combined fluids trickling out and down her legs in sticky trails. Max pulled her close and kissed her passionately.

"Mmm I'm starving now," he commented as he broke the kiss. "I'm going to need an awful lot of food to replenish my energy supply now that you've had your wicked way with me again! Hurry up and get cooking wench!" 

Daisy slapped him hard on the backside making him yell. "Ouch that hurt!" he cried.

"Good - it was meant to!" she replied with a mock frown and grabbed the shower gel. "Get a move on or there'll be no hot water left at this rate..." 

* * * * *

The motorway was quiet save for the occasional HGV. Daisy was relieved to have been spared the train journey back; she'd had more time with Franco and Carmen as a result.

There had been much smirking at breakfast that morning when Franco and Carmen had finally appeared looking hung over and tired. Franco had been more than amused to see Max washing the remains of last nights dishes while Daisy sat sipping tea, reading the Sunday papers and yawning. 

"Very cosy..." he had commented with a laugh. "Thought you normally chucked them out at midnight?" 

Daisy glared at him warningly; she didn't want him mouthing off about past exploits and causing Max to get the wrong idea. She suddenly realised what a shocking revelation this was and she almost choked on her tea. She had never cared before what a man thought of her - she did her own thing and they either got over it or they were history. The fact that she actually DID care what Max thought suggested that she was already in deeper than she had ever intended. Bugger...

It had been Max's idea to drive her home. He had apparently finished his work and saw little reason why she should sit on the train when he had his car and could offer a door to door service. She had readily agreed to his offer and after they had cleared up the rest of the debris, Max had disappeared for a couple of hours to see Mrs Van de Meyer.

He had had an extremely frosty reception from Valerie when she had greeted him at the door. The huge bunch of flowers he had bought in a hurry from the village shop had gone some way to alleviating the crisis. That and the discount he had offered her on the balance of work left to be completed. Delilah was nowhere to be seen thankfully; there was no way Max wanted a repeat performance of yesterday - he was depleted in every way after Daisy's ministrations. Valerie was soon placated and even issued an invitation to the Party in two weeks. Max accepted politely whilst privately making himself a promise that Sean could do the honours on behalf of the partnership. If he never set foot in that house again, it would still be too soon.

Hurriedly he collected his bags and laptop, said goodbye to Valerie and the dour housekeeper, and then jumped back in the car ready to collect Daisy. Just the thought of her made him grin and he mentally slapped himself. It was a mistake to get involved too soon. He really didn't need any more complications in his life at the moment. Trouble was, his body had different ideas; every time he thought about her he got a raging hard-on...

The endless grey miles swept swiftly by as Daisy sat in comfortable silence listening to classic FM on Max's stereo. It was hardly her usual station but she couldn't be bothered to complain. The lack of sleep all weekend was catching up with her and she could feel herself dosing off slowly but surely. 

The car ate up the miles effortlessly but Max could feel himself flagging after a while; a boost of caffeine was needed and he pulled off at the next services. Daisy was dozing and stirred with a startled look on her face.

"Are we there yet?" she asked sleepily.

"No, I just need a break and a coffee. For some strange reason I am extremely tired and in danger of killing us both should I fall asleep at the wheel!" Max grabbed his wallet and jumped out onto the tarmac. "Coming?" he asked.

Daisy stretched languorously and decided that a trip to the loo was in order; she felt an absolute wreck. Maybe a splash of water might refresh her somewhat.

They sauntered into the stunningly ugly building and went their separate ways. Daisy attempted to improve her wild hair style, but it managed to defy her and stayed a mess despite her best efforts with her fingers and some water. In the end, she dug a band out from the depths of her bag and tied it back tightly. At least it was tidy now; add some lipstick and she looked slightly more attractive than Bride of Dracula. 

Slowly she walked out of the ladies and smiled idiotically when she saw Max waiting over by the windows. He was talking on his mobile with his back to her, so he didn't see her approach.

"Yeah baby, I'm missing you too..." he was saying in a low voice. "I will be home later and I'll come round to see you ok?" There was a pause while the other person spoke and then he said, "Love you too darling." Daisy froze in shock. The bastard! He had just fucked her brains out AGAIN and here he was telling another woman that he loved her!

She took an abrupt step back into the ladies, nearly falling over an elderly woman in the process who glared at her menacingly. Her head was reeling as she stumbled into the antiseptic scented room, dazed and shocked. She had believed his explanation about Delilah, but obviously he had another woman stashed away somewhere. 

What on earth was she going to do now? She couldn't very well do a runner as she would be stuck at the motorway services without a ride home and she was damned if she was going to take the risk of hitching a lift. She was going to have to pretend she had heard nothing and put up with his company for the rest of the journey. 

Daisy felt utterly wretched. The realisation that he had lied to her hurt her more than she ever expected. He had gotten under her skin in a way no one had for ages. It was scary really, this was the very reason she had avoided meaningful relationships for so long – they always went wrong and she got hurt. At least with casual sex, she knew what she was getting and everyone was a winner. 

Her face staring back at her from the grubby mirror was wan and pale. The vomit yellow décor reflected in the background certainly didn't help and she hurriedly pulled a face powder compact from her bag. A touch of beige powder added some colour to her cheeks but her eyes still looked pink and puffy. There was nothing she could do other than brazen it out. There was no point in confronting him - he would just lie his way out of it. She pasted a bland expression on her face and determinedly stepped back out of the door once more.

Max was becoming impatient now, time was ticking on and he needed to get home. What the bloody hell was she doing in there? She had been ages and the coffees he had bought from the kiosk were cooling off fast. He turned as Daisy walked towards him finally and grinned in relief. 

"I thought you had been abducted by aliens!" he joked as he handed her one of the styrofoam cups. 

She took it silently and not meeting his eye responded expressionless in a dead voice, "I wasn't feeling too good, but I'm ok now." Turning abruptly on her heels, she headed back towards the car without a backwards glance, not really caring if he was following or not.

Max paused in puzzlement sensing that there was something he was missing here, but he was damned if he knew what. Women... he thought crossly, he would be dead and buried before he ever understood them. 

The rest of the journey passed in stony silence as Daisy deliberately turned away from Max and kept her eyes closed pretending to be asleep. Max gave up on conversation after his initial attempts were rebuffed and he concentrated on the road. At least he wasn't so tired now that the caffeine had kicked in and his head was soon filled with work stuff, although Daisy's perplexing change of mood continued to irritate him. 

Daisy was totally unable to sleep despite being shattered. She was plagued with unwelcome re-runs from this morning and the scent of Max's aftershave kept wafting over towards her, titillating her senses. The minutes ticked by interminably and by the time they reached her flat, her neck was stiff from having stayed in the same position for so long. 

No lights were on in the windows which indicated that Jen wasn't home. This was a relief as she had no wish for a post mortem of the weekend just yet; she needed time to go over everything in her own head first.

Max took her bag out of the boot as she unlocked the front door. He walked up the steps and handed it to her helpfully. She thanked him politely through gritted teeth before slamming the door in his face, leaving him totally at a loss as to what had gone wrong. He stood on the step for several minutes going over the events of the day. Daisy had apparently been fine when they had left Yorkshire, so what the fuck had happened in the interim? He really had no idea and he didn't have time to dwell on it now. He would ring her tomorrow and sort this out; maybe she was just tired - he sure as hell was. 

Daisy stood behind the door waiting for him to leave. It seemed an age before she heard the engine start again and the car drive away down the street. She had seen the slightly hurt look in his face as she had slammed the door on him, but she steeled her resolve with the memory of the conversation she had unwittingly overheard. 

The house felt cold and empty. Jen had left a mountain of dirty dishes in the kitchen sink and the washing machine was still full of wet clothes. Daisy seethed in irritation, she really shouldn't have to come back to this. It was just too fucking annoying. There was no milk in the fridge so tea wasn't an option. Daisy felt like crying with weariness and emotional strain. Feeling utterly depressed, she decided that she may as well just go to bed and sleep; maybe it would all seem better in the morning.



Daisy Got Laid Ch. 06



Thanks go to Slyc_Willie for his editing - his suggestions and grammer corrections make it a better story.

* * * 

The weather for the rest of that week matched Daisy's mood completely -- wet and miserable. She spent every waking hour at work in an attempt to forget about Max but despite all the paperwork she got through, it just did not help. The atmosphere was frosty at home after a row with Jen on Monday night; Daisy had finally had enough of the mess and the seemingly permanent presence of her new boyfriend Jack. 

Jen had rolled in late again that evening, only about ten minutes after Daisy had walked in the door following a hectic shift. Jen's pupils were dilated and she had clearly been doing drugs of some description. 

Daisy just flipped completely -- drugs were a no-no as far as she was concerned. Jack, fortunately, had not been there at the time or he would have felt the full wrath of Daisy's temper; she knew full well who was responsible for supplying whatever Jen had taken. 

They had screamed at each other for half an hour before Daisy had finally given up trying to make Jen see sense; she was too high to have a rational conversation with. Daisy had left Jen downstairs and gone to bed fuming and upset. Consequently it had taken her until nearly 5am before she managed to get some sleep. 

When she hauled herself out of bed the next morning, there was no sign of Jen but the debris of a partially eaten pizza was evident all over the coffee table in the lounge. 

Daisy felt like crying; she didn't know how much longer she could put up with this. The flat was hers, but if she asked Jen to leave, she would be faced with the prospect of finding another lodger. And who knew; they could turn out to be far worse. There was no way she could afford the mortgage on her own either, so she was stuck between a rock and a hard place. 

Max had not tried to call her, which, although she had no intention of talking to him, pissed her off immensely. He could have least made an effort to soothe things over, but it seemed she was not that important at all. 

Friday morning found her sitting in the office shuffling invoices around her desk while the cleaners worked away downstairs. Her mobile rang, startling her out of a reverie that involved a recollection of the previous weekend. She jumped and for a moment allowed herself a hope that it would be Max. But it was not. It was Serena, her old partner in crime, whom Daisy had not seen in months. 

"Hey Serena!" she said, immensely cheered to hear a friendly voice for once.

"Hey Daisy, I'm back! Fancy a night out Saturday? All the old gang are meeting at Big Fella's in town. 8pm, so be there!"

"Bloody hell, Serena, you don't waste any time do you! How long have you been back? Oh, and thanks for all the emails and postcards -- all two of them!"

"Yeah . . . sorry about that; was rather busy, I'm afraid. But, you will meet the reason on Saturday night if you come."

Daisy was intrigued. It sounded interesting already and for the first time in a week, she forgot about Max. 

"I wouldn't miss it for the world..." she promised with a grin. 

* * *

The club was dark and smoky; the décor as tacky as the carpet underfoot. Big Fellas' was not somewhere Daisy had been before, and if she had not drunk quite so much vodka, she would have had the sense to call it a night around midnight. But Serena could be very persuasive at times, and this particular night was no exception. 

Serena had apparently spent the last year travelling and supposedly 'discovering her inner self,' but Daisy and the other girls all knew this was a euphemism for getting laid on every continent; Serena was a girl who liked to party hard. Now she was home again with a tan and an Aussie surfer boyfriend in tow. 

The whole point of the night out was to introduce the girls to Brad. Daisy had been pleasantly surprised to find he was not the typical no-brainer lump of meat, commonly found hanging out on Bondai Beach. He did have the obligatory bleached blond hair and six-pack, but he was also a nice, intelligent guy. Quite how Brad had ended up with Serena was anybody's guess, but they seemed all loved-up for now. 

The group found a table near the dance floor and the girls sat down while Brad went to the bar for another lethal round of cocktails. 

"So girls... do you like him, then?" Serena asked with a huge shit-eating grin.

"Has he got any brothers?" Mandy mused speculatively, whilst eyeing up a tall black guy strutting his stuff to a dance tune.

"Yeah, he's got six. And they are all gorgeous!" Serena looked rather smug at this announcement as each of them turned in envy to look at her. 

"It's good to share..." Lisa smirked and they all giggled. 

A couple of hours later Daisy felt wasted. She was still unhappy despite the high spirits of the rest of the group. Brad and Serena were snogging in the corner, hands all over each other and despite Mandy yelling loudly, "Get a fucking room!" they seemed in no rush to leave. 

Lisa had pulled and Mandy was chatting to a young guy who was under the impression HE had pulled too. Sadly he was going to be disappointed. Mandy was only interested in Lee, who waited for her at home. She almost never turned down a free drink, though, and was usually up for a flirt.

The club was seriously beginning to annoy her now. Sitting alone, Daisy wondered if the others would notice if she slipped away. Somehow she doubted it. Slowly she stood and muttered something vague about the loo; Mandy just nodded and returned her attention to her drinks dispenser. 

The smoke swirled in clouds around Daisy and the music hurt her ears. Men glanced at her but she ignored them as she pushed her way through the room and out into the corridor. A quick trip to the ladies' room was needed and then a taxi home, where waited bed and sleep. 

Daisy stared at her reflection in the cracked mirror in the ladies room. She looked tired and fed up. Depression was a terrible thing and it was all Max's fault. Why had she ever let him under her skin? Men were a waste of space; vibrators were so much more reliable. A convenient on/off switch, they didn't treat you like shit and they didn't forget to call you; the only thing they couldn't do was remove monstrous spiders from the bath!

The door opened behind her, and Mandy strolled in, rolling her eyes in annoyance.

"Why is it that blokes buy you a drink, and then think they have the right to expect a blow job?" She went into a cubicle and sat down on a seat, leaving the door open so she could chat. "What's up, Dais; you've had a face like a wet weekend all evening! Even Serena has noticed, and she's had her tongue tickling Brad's tonsils most of the night!"

Daisy grinned ruefully, immediately feeling guilty for upsetting her friends' evening. "Oh, you know... the usual."

"That means a bloke, then!"

They both laughed; it was an undeniable truth that the major cause of woe in any woman's life was always going to be a man. Daisy turned back to the mirror and reapplied some pink lipstick. Mandy stood up and came over.

"Come on, tell Auntie Mandy all about it..." she prompted when it was obvious that Daisy wasn't going to volunteer any more information. Frankly, she was amazed to think that Daisy had man problems. Such was unprecedented in all the years Mandy had known her; normally the only man problems Daisy had were annoying exes who refused to get the hint that they were no longer required! Heartbreak was really not Daisy's style and Mandy had never known her to fall head over heels for any guy. 

Still, the longer they wait, the harder they fall, Mandy thought pensively. It was up to her to drag the sordid details out of her friend; the others had voted her most likely to succeed.

Daisy ignored the request and carried on fiddling with her hair. She had no real desire to rake over all the stuff with Max. Besides, she knew damn well Mandy would tell everyone else all the gory details. Daisy loved Mandy to bits, but discreet she was not!

Eventually, Daisy said, "Look, its no big deal. I just need a holiday, I think, and Jen is annoying the crap out of me. Jack has virtually moved in, and I'm sick to death of the pair of them at the moment."

She frowned at her reflection and turned away to look at Mandy, who was pulling a sympathetic face. "You know how it is," lamented Daisy. "Sometimes everything just gets on top of you. Sorry if I've ruined everyone's evening."

"Hey it's okay! You know we are just concerned about you; it's not like you to be on a downer, that's all. As for Jen, she needs a lobotomy if she thinks that Jack is good for her. I saw him in Hobo's the other night, snogging the face off some tart."

Daisy wasn't surprised. She had warned Jen so many times that Jack was playing about, but the stupid girl stubbornly refused to listen.

"I know he's up to no good. I just can't figure out why he's stringing Jen along," mused Daisy.

"Oh, who knows..." said Mandy philosophically. "Probably just the fact he can?" 

"Yeah, maybe you're right. I just have a feeling that there's more to it than that, and I can't put my finger on it..."

"So is that it, then? Sure it's not a man thing?"

The door fortuitously banged open, and a crowd of giggling women fell through it, chattering away about some blokes they had pulled. Mandy rolled her eyes at Daisy and indicated the door. It was suddenly too crowded in the ladies' room.

Daisy breathed an internal sigh of relief at being thankfully saved from further interrogation. 

"Listen, Mandy," Daisy said as they stood in the corridor, the noisy strains of Eminem thumping over their heads. "I'm going to head home, if that's okay. Can you tell the others for me?" 

"Sure I will. Are you gonna to be alright getting home?" Mandy asked.

"I'll be fine, don't worry."

"Okay, sweetie, take care and text me tomorrow, won't you?"

The two women hugged briefly and then Mandy headed back towards the dance floor and the rest of the group. Daisy saw her give a bloke the eye as she passed him, wiggling her hips in skin tight Lycra, and grinned to herself. Just as well Lee wasn't the jealous type! Sighing heavily, Daisy swung her bag over her shoulder and headed for the front entrance, with the taxi rank waiting outside. 

Luckily, there were very few people waiting, as chucking-out time was not for another hour. Daisy glanced down the road and wished fervently that a taxi would hurry up; it was starting to drizzle and she had left her jacket at home. 

"Hello again!" a voice said from behind her, making Daisy around in surprise. It was Mike the delivery guy from a few weeks before. He was clearly a bit drunk, but she smiled anyway. He was as cute as she remembered, and despite herself, she couldn't help liking him.

"Shouldn't you be tucked up in bed with a mug of cocoa?" she asked cheekily.

"Funny!" he laughed. "Lads' night out, but I have to get up early tomorrow, so I'm calling it a night. What's your excuse for leaving early?"

"I'm getting old, maybe?"

"Yeah, right! You look way too good to be considered old!" 

There was a compliment in there somewhere, but Daisy just smiled politely. "Well, I'm ready for bed, anyhow. Where do you live? Maybe we can share a taxi."

"I live over towards Church Street, near the park. How about you?"

"That's not so far from me, I live on Rose Avenue. We can drop you off first, should save both of us some cash."

"Cool." 

Luckily, a taxi soon arrived and they both jumped in eagerly. It stunk of fags and vomit, but it was a ride home and Daisy was past caring. Mike kept to his side of the seat and apart from a couple of quick glances, he ignored her. Daisy was not sure if he was shy or just embarrassed, given the circumstances of their last meeting. Either way, she was relieved that he did not try it on as she was in no fit state for a scene.

In no time at all, the taxi arrived at Mike's house, a scruffy-looking terrace on a cul-de-sac. He fished about in his wallet for some cash before pulling a pencil and piece of paper out to write a number on.

"Here's my mobile," he offered. "If you ever fancy a drink, give me a ring." 

Daisy took the number and cash in surprise. She did not think Mike had the nerve to do that. He was rather young, but he had his appeal, so Daisy grinned and took the number anyway.

"Thanks, I may just do that..." 

Mike leant forward and kissed her lingeringly on the cheek. For a minute, she contemplated asking him to stay in the taxi and accompany her home. But she knew it was not such a good idea and sex was hardly what she needed right now even if her body was screaming otherwise. Regretfully she sat back and smiled at him in the dim light. 

"I will definitely call you okay?"

"Cool!" Mike looked like the Cheshire cat, with that huge smile on his face. He waved at Daisy from the curb as the cab drove back down the street. 

* * *

The house was dark and silent as Daisy unlocked the door, yawning heavily. As soon as she stepped into the hall, she realised something was not right. It was nothing specific, just a gut instinct. Carefully, she switched on the light and paused, looking and listening. A faint sound came from the kitchen and she called anxiously, "Jen, is that you?"

Silence, ominous silence. Wondering if she should just ring 999, she very cautiously walked along the wooden floor of the hall and headed towards the kitchen. The living room door was ajar and from the light shining into it, Daisy could see stuff all over the floor. The drawers of the bureau had been emptied out and books and CDs were scattered everywhere. 

Oh fuck, she thought, we've been burgled. Quickly, she turned and headed for the front door to call the police. But just as she reached it, a hand grabbed her shoulder. Daisy screamed loudly in terror. A strong arm slid tightly around her neck and a hand clamped her mouth shut to prevent her making any more noise.

"Tell Jack we want our money or he's in big trouble!" a voice hissed menacingly in her ear and he loosened his hand across her mouth. 

"I don't know what you're talking about!" Daisy could smell the man's stale sweat and she felt like retching.

"You don't need to know -- just repeat the message to Jack..." he growled again. "I can always come back again if you think you might forget..." He slid his fee hand up her side and reached to squeeze her breast. Daisy breathed in sharply and tried to pull away as he rubbed her nipple though the thin top she was wearing.

"Get your filthy hands off me you --" she tried to yell but he clamped her mouth shut again with his large hand. She could feel the bulge of his erection pressing into her bottom. The horrifying realisation that there was a possibility she could be raped, began to filter through her frightened brain. 

A large hairy hand slid lower and groped her between her legs clumsily. Despite the fact she was wearing jeans, she still felt violated. With a sudden movement, she stamped hard on the man's foot using her stiletto heel.

"Fucking bitch!" he yelled out in pain, abruptly releasing her. 

Daisy fell sideways into the living room, stumbling on the edge of the rug and falling on to the floor. For a minute she lay frozen in shock, afraid to move. But when she heard the front door slam shut Daisy jumped up and ran to the window in time to see a large bulky figure jogging down the street and round the corner. 

Shaking like a leaf, she slumped onto the settee. What the fuck was going on? What was Jack up to? It occurred to her that she really ought to call the police. There was a chance that they might still catch whoever it was who had been in the house.

By the time the two detective constables arrived, Daisy had managed to calm down slightly. She had taken a look around the flat and, despite the mess, it did not appear that anything was missing. The TV, stereo and other electrical gear were all still there. Whatever the reason for the break-in, it was obviously not for a simple burglary. 

The policemen looked around appraisingly and made careful notes. They both looked concerned when Daisy described what the man had said to her before he shoved her into the living room. 

"Have you any idea who it might be?" asked the older one.

"No," said Daisy regretfully. "Jack must know him, though." 

The two men exchanged a knowing glance and turned back to her.

"Have you got anywhere you can go tonight? It would be better if you weren't alone here, just in case..." The implication that they thought someone might return for another go made Daisy frightened again. Suddenly, the seriousness of the situation hit her; she could have been badly hurt, or raped, or ... anything. And it was all Jack's fault; he had clearly pissed off someone nasty, big time.

Daisy felt quite sick and faint. There was no way on earth she wanted to stay home alone now. Trouble was, where on earth could she go at 2am? The girls would all still be out and much too pissed up for Daisy to call. Max clearly wasn't an option any more. 

The number in her pocket suddenly seemed a tempting one. It was late and he was probably asleep by now, but it was worth a try. The two coppers were talking to each other and making some more notes so Daisy rang the mobile number Mike had given her.

It rang a while and Daisy was just about to hang up when he answered, sounding half asleep and rather puzzled.

"Mike, its Daisy. I dropped you off in the taxi earlier... I realise that it's late but I've been burgled and I can't stay here. I was wondering if you could put me up for the night until I get it sorted out?"

There was a pregnant pause and Daisy began to think that this was a truly terrible idea; poor bloke must think she was a nutter or something.

"Er... no problem at all. Do you remember where I live?"

"Yes. Are you sure it's okay?"

"'Course it's okay. Come on over; I'll put the kettle on now."

Daisy rang off, feeling somewhat better. At least she would not have to stay home and barricade herself in all night. The detectives told her to expect people round the next day to lift finger prints and so forth. 

They also asked about Jack and where they might find him for a chat. Unfortunately, Daisy really didn't have a clue as to his whereabouts. She had not clapped eyes on the man for over week now and was hoping never to see him again if at all possible. She shook her head regretfully at the lack of information she provided. Daisy's only suggestion was that Jack might be at Jen's mum's house. Jen sometimes stayed there, as her mum divided her time between home and a villa in Spain. The policemen took down the address and said they would try there tomorrow. 

Still feeling dazed, Daisy threw some stuff in a bag and locked up the flat. By the time she was dropped off at Mike's house it was 3am and she felt light-headed from exhaustion and emotional strain. Mike opened the front door wearing an old pair of tracksuit bottoms and a t-shirt. His hair was sticking up and he seemed rather tired. For a moment, Daisy felt guilty for dragging him into the sorry situation. But the idea of staying at her house, when a return visit from psycho-man was more than possible, soon chased away any qualms. 

Mike had made her a mug of sweet tea and they sat together in the tiny living room while she recounted her story. To Daisy's surprise, she burst into tears halfway through the tale. 

"Oh I'm sorry!" she apologised, drying her eyes on her sleeve. "I don't know what the hell's the matter with me..." 

"Hey, it's okay," Mike said sympathetically. "My mum was burgled last year and she was a wreck for months after!" 

Daisy smiled sheepishly but still felt like such an idiot. Mike was so sweet and kind; she had no idea how she would ever repay him. 




Daisy Got Laid Ch. 06



After she had finished her tea, he showed her to his room and went back downstairs to sleep on the settee. Mike's bed was still warm from his body, and although she had a strong suspicion that the sheets were not as clean as her own, she was fast asleep within seconds. 

Mike, on the other hand, tossed and turned fitfully. The settee was hard and lumpy and thoughts of Daisy lying in his bed plagued him uncomfortably. He knew it was going to be a very long night.

* * * 

The private viewing was evidently a huge success. The large abstract oils were very compelling, and before the evening was halfway over, more than a few had small red 'sold' stickers on them. 

Max stood in a corner, glancing through the glossy catalogue, amazed at the prices. He sipped a very dry glass of chardonnay slowly as he surveyed the paintings. He had not realised that collecting fine art was such an expensive hobby. There was no way he was forking out all his hard earned cash for large paintings that strongly resembled female genitalia. Apparently other people had no such scruples since so many had already been purchased. 

The rich and the beautiful wafted around the small gallery and schmoozed with each other, whilst Max watched, feeling rather bored. He had no desire to remain.

It had been Sean's idea to some along; he played golf with the gallery owner and had wangled an extra invite for Max. He knew that Sean probably felt he was doing him a favour, but in this instance, he would have much preferred to be down at his local pub getting pissed with the usual crowd. 

Max had actually planned to have Kelly for the evening, but her mother had thrown a spanner in the works as usual. After he had returned from the ill-fated weekend in Yorkshire, Max had driven over to see his beloved daughter the following evening. They had made arrangements for a trip to the cinema that night and Max had been looking forward to spending some time with Kelly. 

But, Belinda had rung him at the last minute with a concocted excuse about a party Kelly had to attend. Max knew it was bullshit but he let it slide. It was Belinda's way of messing with his head and he knew better than to rise to it. He was used to her stupid games after all this time. She was never going to change.

Scowling, Max listened to a couple of men discussing the interesting juxtaposition of colour and organic forms.... God, how up themselves they sounded. He hurriedly gulped the last of the wine down, shaking his head in disgust. 

Even the food at the exhibition was essentially non-existent. That was hardly surprising, of course, since most of the women looked anorexic. No doubt the gallery owners felt that provision of food would have been a waste of money. A few dishes of peanuts and organic twiggy things were artfully arranged on glass tables and Max picked at them for lack of anything more substantial. 

What he really fancied was a portion of fish and chips, soaked in vinegar and wrapped in newspaper. Just the thought of it made his stomach growl in hungry anticipation. Max had had very little to eat all day, merely a pathetic sandwich for lunch, eaten between planning for a new client. Now he was starving... 

A glimpse of a blonde head and a creamy shoulder through the crowd caused him to turn sharply and catch his breath. For a dizzying moment he thought it was Daisy, but the woman turned a perfectly coiffed head in his direction and he realised he had been mistaken. The pang of disappointment was acute. 

Since the weekend in Yorkshire, he had spent many hours analysing what had gone wrong ... he was still none the wiser. Several times, he had picked up his phone with the intention of ringing Daisy. But the realisation that, for whatever reason, she had obviously changed her mind about him stopped him before he pressed the call button. It would just be too humiliating to hear her tell him to "fuck off."

There were plenty of women out there, he knew ... unfortunately, he only wanted Daisy. Clearly, it would take a while to forget her potent memory, but he was a patient man ... or so he told himself. Just the thought of her soft curves caused his traitorous cock to harden uncomfortably and Max cursed himself in silence. 

It was time to make a move. The pub would still be open and if he was lucky, Seamus would have a Friday night lock-in and he could anaesthetise himself once more with huge amounts of alcohol. Slowly he made his way towards the exit, ignoring all interested looks from females in the vicinity.

A familiar voice stopped him in his tracks.

"I hope you're not going yet, sweety..." purred Trixie. Sean's wife was looking rather fetching that night in a white designer number. It must have cost a small fortune, but it seemed that Sean never minded his new wife's spending habits. The soft fabric clung to her huge tits and tiny waist. Her blue eyes gazed at him with a rather vacant expression.

"Yes. Funnily enough, the excitement has become a bit too much for me and I need a mug of cocoa to calm down." Sarcasm was lost on Trixie; she didn't have enough brain cells to process sentences of more than three words.

"Shame..." she pouted with collagen-infused lips. "I was looking forward to having a cosy chat later." 

Max felt his inner radar bleeping furiously. Trixie had flirted with him before, but never this outrageously. He sincerely hoped Sean did not get wind of this; their business relationship was strained enough at the moment without Max being under suspicion of screwing Trixie.

She thrust her surgically-enhanced cleavage in his face and smouldered at him hopefully. Max felt nothing; he had no desire to fuck porn-star Barbie anytime soon. 

The sight of Sean heading their way with two glasses of wine was an extremely welcome one. Max smiled cheerfully at Trixie and asked slyly, "So... What do you think of the paintings, then?" 

Trixie struggled to wrinkle her Botoxed forehead and looked perplexed for a moment. Then she replied, "Well I like the pink colours; the big one over there would look really pretty in the dining room."

Max struggled not to grin, the thought of looking at paintings of vaginas whilst eating dinner was certainly an interesting one.

"Umm... maybe you should ask Sean to buy one? I hear they're selling like hot cakes!" he teased, knowing that Sean would not appreciate having to fork out for one of those atrocities because of his wife's sudden artistic whim.

Sean appeared at Trixie's side, an arm draped proprietarily around her shoulder. "Having fun?" he asked Max.

"What do you think?" Max said through gritted teeth. "I'm off now, anyway. Thanks so much for the invitation. I owe you one..."

Sean smiled gleefully as Max made his way out through the open glass door and into the welcoming drizzle of a chilly night.

The door swished shut behind him and the resulting silence was blessed. Max took a deep lungful of air and exhaled with relief. No way was he listening to Sean again. The next time he had a spare ticket to some do, he could go shove it up his arse. The bigger problem, however, was Trixie, and Max contemplated this as the cab made its way through the quiet streets towards his favourite pub.

A woman scorned was a dangerous one, and if he dealt with the situation carelessly, Max knew he would incur all sorts of problems. Sean was totally infatuated with Trixie at the moment, and he would be more likely to listen to her version of events should Trixie choose to make up a story to save her own skin. There was no way Max would be cast as the wife-stealer (again) and ruin a perfectly good partnership. Or rather, one that had been perfectly good until Sean forgot where his priorities lay, and put pleasure before business.

Max knew he was going to have to play it very carefully when social occasions called for him to mingle with Trixie. Generally speaking, Max hardly ever saw Sean out of office hours, but it appeared likely that Trixie would seek to change that situation. Max knew that there was an awards dinner approaching that they were all invited to. He would just have to find a date to escort him. This would hopefully protect him from any unwanted advances. 

The thought of fucking Trixie was an extremely unwelcome one to Max. It must be akin to screwing an airbed, he thought rather uncharitably. 

* * *

The Dog and Gun was heaving, but he eventually made his way to the bar without incident. There were the usual familiar faces who sat supping pints and chatting. Max nodded and smiled greetings at a few whilst he patiently waited to be served. Seamus was nowhere to be seen, which was unusual for a Friday night. Brenda saw him, however, and made her way over with a grin.

"Now then, pet, how are you this fine night?" she asked as she grabbed a pint glass and began to fill it with his regular beer.

"Not too bad, thanks, despite the dreadful evening so far. Where's Seamus?"

"PACK IT IN NOW OR I'LL BAR YOU'S!" Brenda suddenly yelled at a raucous bunch of lads laughing and acting the fools over by the door. One look from Brenda and they soon quieted down. Her reputation was fearsome, and nobody crossed her if they wanted to live. 

"Sorry about that, pet. Young lads today, no fucking respect any more," she tutted to herself, and passed the now full pint glass over. "You was asking after the ol' man. Well, he's gone back to Ireland for a week or so. Great Aunt Morag has snuffed it at last, bless her. He'll be back when all is sorted."

"Sorry to hear that," said Max sympathetically.

"No need, pet, she was a cantankerous old cow. She made Maire's life a misery for years." She sighed and absently poured herself a brandy. 

"Luckily, our niece, Maeve, is here for a while; work experience don't you know. Need all the help I can get these days with me old back playing up something wicked." Brenda winced and rubbed her lower back to emphasise her point whilst Max hid a smile. He knew that the 'alleged' bad back usually made an appearance at convenient moments like busy nights and clearing-up time. Seamus called her a hypochondriac when she was not around, but never to her face. He was not brave enough to ever do that. Brenda was a kind woman though, and would do anything to help a friend in need. 

Couple of years ago, Max's washing machine had bust over Christmas. Brenda had insisted on him bringing all his washing round. Not only did she wash it for him, but she ironed it, too. She may come across as an old dragon in public, but underneath the gruff exterior there beat a heart of gold.

"Well, if you need a hand behind the bar, I am always good for pulling a few pints!" Max grinned cheekily.

"Aye, and you'll be drinking all the profits away before Seamus gets back! Thanks pet, nice of you to offer like, but I think Maeve and I will cope well enough. Better introduce you to her -- but hands off, my boy!"

Max followed Brenda's glance towards the kitchen as a young woman appeared with a large box of cheese and onion crisps.

"Maeve! Come here, pet, and meet Max."

Max could not help but stare. Maeve was tall, willowy and absolutely gorgeous. She had pale milky skin and long red hair. How on earth she had avoided the O'Leary gene pool of short stature and heavy build was miraculous. She certainly bore no resemblance to Seamus nor his many relatives who had popped up from time to time.

"Hello, there," said Maeve, in a soft Irish accent. Max was stunned into silence by her ethereal beauty and for a moment he forgot that it is usually customary to respond with a suitable reply.

"Erm... hello, sorry, long night!" Max rambled, feeling slightly embarrassed at being caught staring. Brenda merely rolled her eyes and walked off, shaking her head. It was something she had seen many times before; most men were smitten at first sight. Still, she reasoned, it kept the blokes coming back every night in the vain hope of getting lucky. More beer sold as a result, which meant more profit for the Pub. Brenda was an astute business woman.

"So, how long are you staying for?" Max asked, attempting to salvage something from the conversation.

Maeve flicked her long hair back and replied softly, "Oh until Uncle Seamus is back, I suppose. I will look for something else round here though. I need to earn some money before I go travelling."

"Oh, where are you heading?" Max asked. He tried unsuccessfully not to stare too closely at her rosy red lips. They reminded him of crushed raspberries, so pink and succulent.

Maeve seemed oblivious of the effect she was having and dreamily twirled her hair around her finger before saying, "New Zealand, hopefully, and then possibly around Australia; we haven't finalised an itinerary yet."

"'We?'" 

"Me and my boyfriend - Ronan."

"Oh ... that's nice." Max felt like a balloon that had just been popped. All the air was hissing out and he slumped onto his stool in disappointment.

"Yeah, we're both looking forward to it. Mind you, if Ronan doesn't pull his finger out and earn some cash soon, I'll be going on me own!" 

Brenda yelled at Maeve from the far end of the bar as a crowd of girls came through the door and descended upon her. 

"Nice talking to you, Max." Maeve smiled sweetly as she swept off to help her Aunt. She simply was a vision of exquisite beauty. For a moment, Max was inexplicably reminded of Daisy as he watched Maeve go, and he had no idea why. Then it came to him: both women moved with the same casually sexy wiggle of their bottom. That was an unwelcome thought, and Max sank the rest of his pint down with a scowl. 

* * * 

It was late before Daisy awoke to the fragrant smell of frying bacon. The unfamiliarity of the room threw her for a minute and she struggled to remember the events of the previous night. Then it all came flooding back in a miserable tidal wave; the ransacking of the flat, the man in the darkness, and the veiled threats he had made to her. 

Daisy shivered and pulled the duvet tightly round her body. Just the thought of going back home made her skin crawl. Maybe they were just threats, but maybe they were not. Who knew what the hell Jack had been up to recently? Obviously not playing with nice people, if thugs like that were looking for him...

Hopefully, the police would be able to catch up with him and find out what was going on. Daisy didn't see why she should have to live in fear and be afraid to go home to her own house. At some point she was going to have to venture back; she had a shift at work that evening, and she needed to collect clean clothes. 

There was a faint knock at the bedroom door, and she lifted up her head.

"Daisy, are you awake? Do you feel like some breakfast?"

"Ermm yes - that would be great, thanks!" Daisy rubbed her eyes; they felt like two piss holes in the snow. Her hair was a mess and she felt grubby. Hardly the best sight ever, but she supposed it was better than lying in a body bag following another encounter with Mr Meathead.

The door creaked opened slowly and Mike popped his head round cautiously. 

"Bacon butty waiting for you when you're ready... If you need a shower, there's plenty of hot water."

"Thanks so much, Mike." Daisy said gratefully as she sat up in the bed, feeling suddenly shy. "I don't know what I would have done without you being there for me last night." For a minute she thought she was going to cry again and she shut her eyes before they leaked embarrassingly. 

Mike looked at the floor before clearing his throat manfully.

"No problem," he replied roughly; female displays of emotion made him deeply uncomfortable. "Right, I will go and make you a nice cup of tea!" Quickly, he shot back out the door and practically ran downstairs.

Daisy had to grin to herself. Typical bloke; can't cope with a weepy woman! She could hardly blame him, though. One fuck hardly warranted a helpless female houseguest and she was lucky that he had been so chivalrous last night. Not many men would have taken her in at 2am as he did. God, what a fucking mess, she thought darkly. 

The smell of food was making her feel almost desperate by that point. Last night's pizza seemed a whole lifetime away and the over indulgence of vodka at the club meant that her head ached and her mouth was dry, tasting like sawdust. A cup of tea would put the world to rights. At the very least it would make her feel more human, anyway.

Sighing heavily, Daisy hauled herself out of bed and, after pulling the previous night's clothes on, she stumbled down the shabby stairs into an equally shabby kitchen. A cup of tea was pushed into her hand and a bacon sandwich plonked in front of her. She tucked into it voraciously.

"Mike, you are an Angel!" she said gratefully as the fat oozed down her chin.

* * * 

Max awoke with a killer headache and the slow realisation that he wasn't alone. A warm body stirred beside him, and a pale arm was flung around his waist. For a long minute, he lay still and struggled to recall the previous evening. The hideous recollection of the private viewing was fairly clear, as was the subsequent taxi ride to the pub. Thereafter, it all went a little hazy. The more he tried to remember, the less he could actually remember.

Now he lay in bed with a woman. Dare he turn over to see who lay next to him? Did he really want to know? The chances of receiving a horrible shock were all too likely. Standards always slipped after a heavy boozing session and beer goggles were often lethal.

"Hey sexy, are you awake?" A soft Irish accent purred into Max' ear and a memory stirred inside his woolly head. Maeve, the Irish girl... Oh fuck. Seamus's niece... Double fuck. He may as well emigrate now. Seamus was going to kill him when he found out; that was if Brenda hadn't already been on the blower to Ireland...

How in the hell had he managed it? He must have been totally pissed to try seducing Maeve. Vaguely, Max recalled a conversation with her when he first got into the bar, and he also recalled her mentioning a boyfriend. Events that followed were a complete blur, and he certainly didn't remember bringing her home and fucking her. It seemed questionable whether he would have even been capable of doing so, given his present hung-over state!

A hand stroked his chest teasingly, and Max could feel two soft breasts pressed up against his back. This was having an unwelcome effect even with a killer hangover, but he needed to use the bathroom imminently. 

"Loo," he muttered apologetically as he quickly prised himself out of bed. Grabbing a robe from the chair, Max shot into the bathroom, shutting the door behind himself.

Urine arced into the toilet bowl in a golden stream that seemed to last forever and a day. Christ, what had he drunk last night! His eyes were red and blood shot and he looked like shit. Eventually, his bladder was empty, and he splashed cold water on his grey face in an attempt to revive himself. It did not work and he doubted that even coffee administered via an IV drip would help.

Time to face the music, he thought cheerlessly. The bathroom door opened and he glanced at the bed. It was empty. Maybe he had been hallucinating? Maybe it was a dream?

But no, the smell of coffee floated up from the kitchenette below. Now he felt really guilty. For whatever mad reason, this poor girl had ended up in his bed for the night and not only had he snubbed her by dashing off to the bathroom, but she had had to make her own coffee!

He felt like a total wanker. Wearily he padded gingerly down the wooden stairs to the tiny kitchen. Maeve was framed in the small window by the morning light and she looked like a Botticelli Venus. The sun lit up her striking red hair in a blaze of fire. She was stunning even through the fog of a hangover and Max could fully appreciate the beauty of this girl. The greatest pity of it all was that in no way did he deserve such a glorious creature. Clearly she had not worked this one out yet though... 




Daisy Got Laid Ch. 06



Smiling beatifically, Maeve handed him a large cup of strong coffee and turned back to the stove. Various unfamiliar utensils that must have originated in his drawers, once upon a time, were out and being used; but Max was still unaware he had ever owned them. Eggs and milk had been discovered in the fridge and omelettes were being concocted in very professional fashion. Wholly against his will, Max' stomach growled loudly. He suddenly realised he was absolutely starving. Pathetic trendy nibbles at the show the previous night had been the only nutritional thing he had consumed all evening, that and alcohol, which possibly explained the hangover he was suffering from now. 

Almost as if she read his mind, Maeve picked up a glass of water and silently handed it to him with a packet of Nurofen.

"Take a couple of these and with the food, you will soon be right as rain."

A minute later a cheese omelette was placed in front of him and he tucked into it hungrily. It was delicious.

Silence prevailed. Maeve sat down with him and they both tucked into the food. As the last of the omelette was eaten, Max felt sanity returning and the headache began to abate. He finished his coffee, stood up and cleared the table, stacking the dirty dishes into the dishwasher. 

"Maeve..." he ventured cautiously. "About last night... I realise I must have been horrifically drunk, so if I did anything at all to offend you, then please accept my profuse apologies now!"

Maeve burst out in a merry laugh. She looked at him, her green eyes twinkling with humour.

"You really can't remember what happened?" she asked in amusement.

"No..." replied Max, feeling ashamed that at his age and supposed maturity, he had suffered an alcoholic blackout on a scale not experienced since his University years.

"Well don't you worry - you did nothing to be ashamed of! I escorted you home to make sure you actually GOT home. You were a wee bit drunk and we were concerned that you would pass out on the doorstep or something. I stayed because it was late and I couldn't be arsed to get a taxi back to the pub again. Now, is it okay if I grab a shower before I leave?"

Max felt severely wrong footed now. Not to mention rather disappointed that absolutely nothing had happened. Christ, what must she think of him! She probably thought he was an alcoholic or something... 

"Umm sure, feel free to use the shower in the guest bathroom. I am going to grab one too. I will just find some towels for you so make yourself at home."

He went upstairs and grabbed some clean towels from the airing cupboard before placing them on the rail in the main bathroom. A cursory glance around reassured him that it was clean and tidy; no embarrassing items lying around.

He went into the en-suite and turned the shower on before dropping the robe onto the floor and steeping under the needles of hot water. Steam rose and Max stood motionless, hot water cascading over his head, washing all the fuzziness away. 

He did not register the cubicle door sliding open, and when Maeve stepped in beside him, he nearly had a heart attack. 

"I couldn't get the other shower to work," she grinned cheekily, in what was clearly a blatant lie. Max knew damn well that there was absolutely nothing wrong with the guest shower -- it had only been installed last year. 

Maeve stepped under the hissing spray and kissed Max firmly on the mouth, silencing any objections he may have had. Her soft curves pressed against his hard body and he could feel his cock hardening instantly. He really ought to have pushed her away and tell her that no, this was a terrible idea, and he couldn't possibly take advantage of a vulnerable young girl. 

But then it occurred to him, just exactly who was the one being taken advantage of here? He was the one feeling hung-over and vulnerable and this she-devil was using his weakness to HER full advantage! How could he resist?

The answer was he couldn't. Max was powerless in her hands as she squeezed some gel from the bottle hanging off the shower, and rubbed it into his chest silkily. Her hands massaged his muscles while her tongue explored his mouth, tasting him, teeth nibbling his lips. 

With a sense of inevitability, Max touched Maeve's curves for the first time; his headache miraculously cured. He pulled her into his body, her flesh soft and inviting and her nipples hard against the wall of his chest. She burrowed her face into his neck as he slowly explored her body, cupping her breasts and gently squeezing her taut nipples. 

A faint moan escaped, muffled by the sound of the water splashing to the floor, and Maeve pushed her pelvis into his groin, rubbing against his hard cock. The need to bury his length deep inside her was intense, if only to blank out the vague pangs of guilt Max was experiencing. It really was suicidal to be messing with Seamus's niece, but, as she was seducing him, surely it wasn't his fault? 

His hand slid down and cupped the round flesh of her bottom; she felt like a ripe peach, soft yet firm, and certainly edible. Their mouths locked again, the heat rising. Max delved his fingers between her legs; she burned like a furnace and with one swift movement, he lifted her up so that her legs wrapped around his waist.

He leant back onto the tiled wall. The cold, smooth surface was slightly uncomfortable but he did not care. Max bent his head and took a taut nipple between his teeth, suckling and tugging hard. Maeve moaned and pushed her breast into his mouth further. He switched his attention to the other breast, his cock aching furiously. He could feel the tip edging into her but he avoided sliding all the way in, trying to prolong the exquisite sensation. 

Unfortunately, Maeve had no intention of waiting, and sank down onto his length, taking him as deep as she could. Max grabbed her tightly and slowly pushed her up and down as she kissed him deeply. They moved together, her tight pussy pulsing around him, squeezing his cock deliciously. 

Maeve bit his neck lightly as he reached down to rub her clit with one wet hand. Rhythmically he flicked his fingers across the hard nub pf sensitive flesh as they fucked. She panted in his ear and gripped his shoulders as she rode his cock. 

"Oh god, fuck me..." she muttered with heated encouragement. 

Did she really think he needed encouraging? 

Every rational thought in Max' mind was lost in the frenzied joy of fucking this brazen creature. Clutching him frantically, Maeve cried out and her pussy clenched tightly around his cock, milking it in shimmering waves of pleasure. A few hard thrusts later, Max exploded with a rush, pumping hot semen into her with a groan, all the tension draining out from him. 

Maeve slowly relaxed against Max's body and allowed her legs to slip down before standing up, feeling his cock slide out from her body. The water continued to wash over them and Max took some more gel and rubbed it over them both, cleaning any fluids away. 

Maeve smiled at him angelically before turning to step out of the cubicle. She grabbed a towel from the rail and disappeared into the bedroom. Quickly, Max washed his hair and rinsed the shampoo away, before turning the shower off.

So far it had been a surprising morning. At least his hang-over had gone.  

* * *

Thanks for continuing to read the further adventures of Daisy & Max, I hope you are enjoying it so far. Please vote/comment if you wish - I like to know what you think!



Daisy Got Laid Ch. 07



Daisy recounted the events of the previous evening for what felt like the fiftieth time. The two detectives patiently wrote more notes in their pads and listened with grave expressions on their faces. From the amount of time the local constabulary had devoted to her break-in thus far, they evidently felt it was more serious than an aggravated burglary. 

Mike was in the kitchen making yet more cups of tea. He had insisted on accompanying her back to the house after they had talked things over at breakfast. She almost regretted telling him everything now – she should have left some of the details out and maybe he would not be acting like an old hen.

"There's no way I am letting you go back home alone!" he had said in concern. "The police have no idea who this bloke is and therefore are unlikely to be able to trace him. From what you have told me about Jack, he is obviously into loads of well dodgy stuff. Chances are he has pissed off someone seriously dangerous and they are going to stop at nothing to find him. Should you get in the way again, then you might not get away so lightly next time!" 

Daisy knew that everything he said had the ring of truth to it, but the stubborn part of her refused to accept that she might need looking after. It was just not in her nature to accept help; she was far too independent.

"I'll be fine!" she said brightly, sounding unconvincing even to her own ears.

"No you won't and I am not going to let you go back there on your own," Mike replied firmly. 

Daisy could see Mike was not going to be swayed from his Knight-in-Shining-Armour mission so she mutely nodded her agreement and finished her coffee in silence.

Several hours later the situation seemed even more hopeless. The address she had given the officers last night had proved to be useless. Jen's mum apparently had not seen her daughter for weeks and had no idea where she could be. She was understandably worried now and, given the situation, so was Daisy. Who knew where she and Jack were, and what trouble Jen was in. Despite all the recent arguments, Daisy certainly did not want anything to happen to Jen. She was hoping against hope that Jen was not with Jack right now and that there was a simple explanation for her disappearance

"Have you ever heard Jack mention a Stefan Lapeski?" asked the older officer who had up until this point remained fairly non communicative.

"No, never," replied Daisy, bemused. "Who is he?"

"He's a local thug and involved in most of the crime round here. He's not the main man, but the word is Jack has been seen round with him. This Stefan bloke is not a nice character, drugs mostly, but he aint not exactly fussy."

"Oh great..." Her voice trailed off in dismay. "Do you think that the guy from last night is connected to this Stefan bloke?"

"At this point we wouldn't like to speculate, but from your description of the man, it sounds like he could be Stefan's side-kick, Mad Mac."

Daisy felt rather sick. The thought of being on some kind of hit list for local Mafiosi types was hardly the best news she had had all weekend.

"But don't worry, its not you they are after, it's Jack. They are unlikely to bother you again - especially if they found no sign of him at your house. I suspect your burglar had a good look around before you got home and found nothing. SOCO have taken finger prints, but we'll be surprised if any evidence has been left; this guy was no amateur."

The copper smiled kindly at her in an attempt to reassure her. He could see how worried she was and he reached out and patted her knee paternally.

"Any time you get worried, just ring the station and somebody will be there. Anything more serious, call 999 and they will send someone straight away. All the details of this incident will be there on screen for the dispatch team to see and they won't mess about."

Mike came back into the room with a tray of cups and sat down next to her. He put his arm around her and said reassuringly, "I promise I won't leave you alone in this house. If you have no-one else, I will come and stay with you for a while."

It was tempting but Daisy didn't feel that she could really take advantage of his kind heart like that. Surely he had a life and better things to do than baby-sit her?

"Mike, that's really sweet but –" 

"Don't argue with me," he interrupted. "I have nothing better to do other than relax before Uni begins."

"I can't let you put yourself out for me..."

"Oh you think I enjoy living with two male slobs who never wash up and leave dirty underwear all over the house? I was kind of hoping that you were more hygienic to live with!" He grinned at her disarmingly and she smiled despite her misgivings.

"Ok, if you insist, stay for a few days until things calm down again. I have to admit, I wasn't exactly looking forward to being here alone tonight."

The coppers drank their tea down hurriedly and stood up to leave. 

"If you think of anything else, not matter how trivial, let us know. We will give you a call if we get any leads from our end," said the younger guy. He smiled warmly at Daisy and she felt a little better.

Daisy thanked them for everything and showed them out of the door. After they had left, she sat down in the kitchen and watched in silence as Mike washed the cups up. She could not help wondering if Jen was ok. After everything the police had said, she was seriously worried. 

Picking up her mobile, she tried ringing Jen again. The service message merely told her that the phone she was calling was switched off. It was no use. Sighing, she stood up and walked over to the back door. 

The garden was still a mess despite all their best intentions at the beginning of the year. She supposed that a certain landscape gardener was unlikely to be doing any work in it in the near future. That thought was a miserable one and she pushed it aside determinedly. Max was out of her life and she had more important things to think about right now, dinner being the most urgent thing on the agenda. The cupboards were bare and the fridge was empty. 

"Fancy a trip down Tesco?" she said brightly. There was nothing like a supermarket shop to put things in perspective.

* * *

Max was lying on the couch watching Formula 1 racing. It was not something he made a point of seeing all that often, but he felt too knackered to do anything more constructive. The sight of fast cars whizzing round an endless track at suicidal speeds, was strangely therapeutic. It required almost no concentration and allowed him to digest the weekend's events.

Maeve had left a few hours ago. She had seemed fairly unconcerned about her aunt Brenda being suspicious as to her whereabouts all night, and had kissed him a hasty goodbye before disappearing out of the flat with barely a backward glance. 

It was hardly flattering really; Max almost felt like a one night stand. Women usually stayed as long as humanly possible and waited until another date had been arranged before they finally left amid tearful farewells. 

He pitied her poor boyfriend – sucker probably had no idea what she got up to with those killer legs and gorgeous, sexy red hair... She was like a siren, luring unsuspecting men onto her rocks, drowning them in their own lust....

Oh stop it, he admonished himself. Too much alcohol was making him maudlin. That and Daisy ignoring him. He had tried ringing her this morning, but her phone was switched off. He supposed he could have left a voicemail message, but he bottled it when he heard her voice telling him huskily that she was too busy to take his call. Too bloody minded more like.

Exercise was what he needed and lots of it. This would take his mind off Daisy. Sex with another woman had clearly not worked. Maeve was certainly memorable, but still Daisy lingered in his thoughts. Bitch!

Sighing heavily, he jumped up and went to change into his running gear. Twenty minutes later he was pounding his way through the park and feeling like shit warmed up. But, he reasoned, he deserved it after last night. No more drinking for him. As he huffed past a group of teenagers lurking by the swings, his mobile bleeped from his pocket indicating a text message. Slowing down slightly, he pulled it out to read the message.

It was Belinda: come pick Kelly up at 5, am off out tonight.

No please or anything – just the usual demands and expectation that he would drop everything to do as she asked. Typical Belinda... Trouble was she had him over a barrel. If he refused, then she didn't let him see Kelly and it was Kelly who suffered. 

God she was such a bitch. He punched in a brief reply and picked up momentum again. He had better go shopping for some food and stuff. There was bugger all in the house and Kelly would need some cereal and pack-up food for the morning. Oh great, the last place he would rather be was shopping at Tesco on a Sunday afternoon. 

* * *

It felt like they were an old married couple already. Mike pushed the trolley while Daisy chucked stuff in. He did not bat an eye, even when she stopped on the feminine hygiene aisle and debated over which brand of tampon to buy. 

"I grew up in a house of five girls," he laughed when she asked incredulously how he could possibly recommend one brand over another. "I was always being sent to the corner shop to buy embarrassing stuff like that –it became a standing joke between me and Mrs Patel."

By the time they got to the check-out, Daisy was about ready to propose; all she needed was for him to cook dinner when they got home and he would be the perfect man! They companionably packed the shopping into bags and Daisy paid, ignoring Mike's offer to contribute to the bill. 

"No way," she said firmly. "You are doing enough for me as it is without paying for half my Tampons too!" 

* * *

Max was shoving some additive laden cereal into a bag when he heard a familiar voice laughing. Startled he turned to check where the sound was coming from and see if his fevered imagination was deluding him yet again. 

It was the woman he had been obsessing over for weeks... Daisy! For one mad minute he was tempted to drop his bag and run over to her grinning like a lunatic. Then he saw Mike take the shopping trolley from her and he watched them, an icy chill in his heart as they left the store smiling and talking animatedly. 

The checkout girl was glaring at him by the time he heard her asking him for the fifth time to pay for his goods. She snatched the card off him as soon as he handed it over, probably thinking he might just change his mind and she would be forced to call security. 

He left the store in a total daze. What an idiot he had been; she had never said she wasn't seeing anyone else, he had just assumed that was the case. Whatever they had had, clearly it meant nothing to her. He was just a fuck - nothing more and nothing less. If he had had any sense, he would forget her and move on. Plenty more women out there, he reassured himself miserably. Maeve being one of them if he played his cards right. 

On the other hand, celibacy was becoming more attractive by the day. There was certainly a lot to be said for a woman-free life. If he thought about it, he reasoned, women had been the major cause of just about every disaster in his pitiful existence. 

He walked slowly down the street towards the flat thinking, about all the femme fatales he had had the unfortunate misfortune to become involved with over the years.

Monica Wright. He was nineteen and she was thirty one - a neighbour of his family with a lorry driver husband who worked away a lot. All was fine and dandy until big Ron came home early one night and caught them at it in his bed. It was lucky Max hadn't broken a leg climbing out of the window! 

Sara the psycho. He had quite liked her really, but unfortunately he had also liked her best friend, Helen. Sara had been rather pissed off when she found out he had shagged Helen whilst Sara was away on holiday. She had waited until he was at work one day soon after, then she had gone round to his flat and cut all his clothes into pieces before dumping them on the street outside (much to the amusement of the neighbours).

Clare the bunny boiler. She had stalked him for over a year – it had been creepy as hell, all the endless phone calls and text messages. It had taken a 'serious chat' from a copper mate to get rid of her in the end.

Miranda... married to the night-club bouncer. Another pissed off husband with homicidal tendencies.

Lindsey. She had tried to commit suicide when he had ended their very short relationship. A night spent in casualty, trying unsuccessfully to convince the nurses that he really wasn't a total bastard, was not the best night he could recall. Thankfully she agreed to have counselling after that.

And the list went on... And on... 

He reached his front door with the renewed conviction that women were seriously damaging to his health. Slowly he climbed the flight of stairs to his flat and unlocked the door.

Damn, the phone was ringing. He reached it, but it had rung off and he was left with a dialling tone in his ear. Bugger... He did 1471 and it was Belinda. Oh yeah, he should have included her on his list of nutcases... Belinda the bitch – he had definitely married her in haste and repented at leisure. 

Max flicked the kettle on and plonked himself back down on the sofa. The sky was like charcoal outside, the threat of rain imminent. Not unlike the day he married Belinda really. The portents had been there, but he had refused to take note. He had been determined to do the right thing for once. 

He had met Belinda at a club one fateful night, many moons ago. It had been a typical drunken night out with his mates, around the time of the Clare-stalking-drama. All evening he had been bugged by her abusive text messages. This had been highly amusing to his mates, but not very funny to him. As a result he had been in a foul mood. 

Belinda had walked past and accidentally spilt her drink over him. His new shirt was soaked in Bacardi and coke and he had laid into her with a tirade of abuse. Of course he had then felt guilty when she got upset and he had had to apologise. 

He had bought her another drink to say sorry – which was fairly ridiculous when it was him sat there soaked in disgusting sticky alcohol. She was a pretty girl and he had quickly fallen for her brand of innocent charm. 

They had dated a few times, but he soon realised she was extremely manipulative and bitchy. Unfortunately, when he tried to finish it with her, she did not react too well. She went completely hysterical and he, fearing another Clare episode, backed down. They limped along for a while until, out of the blue, Belinda announced she was pregnant.

At the time, Max had not been best pleased, but Belinda was in floods of tears and he really did not know how to handle the situation. He was also unsure as to how she had managed to get pregnant in the first place. 

They had not exactly being having sex regularly and she had assured him she was on the pill. When he had asked her how it had happened, she had cried a bucketful and somehow the question had been buried under the more important issue of what they were going to do with a baby.

Despite the obvious financial difficulties of a baby, Max was surprised to find himself rather excited at the prospect of becoming a dad. His own father had been absent for most if his life and he felt a determination to make a better job of things. His mum was delighted to hear that she was going to be a Grandma and Belinda's pregnancy progressed without a hitch.

Max finished his landscape design course and found a job with a local company. He stopped drinking with his mates every weekend and they both made an effort to get along for the sake of the impending arrival.

It was Belinda who broached the subject of marriage one evening. He had not really considered the possibility; his own mum and dad had divorced when he was little and his mum had been left to bring him and his siblings up alone. As a result, he had no faith in the institution of marriage and certainly had no great desire to do the big church debacle.

Belinda announced that she felt their baby should not be born out of wedlock or some such crap. Initially he side stepped the issue, but after a week of sulks and cold shoulders, he resigned himself to the fact that he would have to back down (again) and go along with her wishes. Either that or live in misery forever more.

Rather reluctantly, he bought a ring and made a token proposal one night over take-away Chinese food. Belinda was over the moon and plans for a registry office wedding were hastily made as the due date approached.

On the morning of the wedding, his best man Stu took him aside and asked him quietly if he thought he was doing the right thing. Max had angrily replied that of course he fucking was! Thinking back now, he wondered if his mates could see just what a bitch she was and how deluded he was being. He heartily wished someone had had the guts to be more honest with him and tell him how it was back then. 

The heavens had opened in a downpour of biblical proportions as they stood on the steps of the registry office, waiting impatiently for Belinda to turn up with her parents. Naturally she was late and they almost missed their slot, but eventually they were wed without further incident, for better or worse. 

Six weeks later, Kelly was born.

The moment she slipped out into the world screaming like a banshee, Max fell in love irrevocably and unconditionally. He had never felt such passion for anyone before and he would have given up everything for this tiny baby. Right from the beginning, Kelly was Daddy's girl. She never cried when Max held her. She adored him; her dark eyes followed him around the room from wherever she lay. 

By the time Kelly was two years old, Max and Belinda were sleeping in separate rooms and arguing all the time. Max was working long hours and trying to avoid being at home wherever possible. He hated being apart from his beloved daughter, but equally he hated fighting with Belinda night and day. It was upsetting for all of them, and after one particularly vicious row Max made the decision to leave.

Belinda took it surprisingly well, and to begin with she was fairly amicable over access to Kelly and money issues. It was not long before she began to be difficult however. As soon as she found out he was seeing someone else, she kicked off with tantrums and threats that he would not see Kelly again if he ever introduced another woman to her precious daughter. 

Belinda made his life hell and it was incredibly difficult to have any sort of relationship with another woman while she was around. Megan, whom he had begun seeing after he split from Belinda, lasted six months. It ended when they returned from a weekend in Rome to find Belinda in Max's flat, going through all the cupboards searching for evidence that Megan had moved in.

As it happened, she had not yet moved in - although they had discussed it n Rome. Belinda went crazy and had a massive tantrum. She screamed abuse and Megan quite understandably left soon after. Max heard from her a few days later when she rang him to explain that, although she liked him a lot, she couldn't cope with the psycho ex wife bit and maybe he should consider professional help?

That was it re: relationships for a while, other than casual flings here and there. Belinda calmed down when she thought he was not seeing anyone and an uneasy truce limped on for a couple of years. 

Kelly grew older and Max started the business with Sean. Life was okay, but Max felt that something was missing; there was work and Kelly, but he needed more than that. 

When he met Daisy he thought he had found that something missing from his life. It seemed he was wrong however. It just wasn't meant to be...




Daisy Got Laid Ch. 07



His mobile rang; it was Belinda. Oh joy, he thought uncharitably. No doubt she wanted something as per usual. He took the call, knowing full well if he ignored it, he would suffer for it later. She now needed him to collect Kelly at four pm instead of five. Her plans had changed and she assumed that he would be able to drop anything he had planned and just jump. She rang off and he finished off his coffee quickly. 

He had half an hour to drive round and collect Kelly. It did not give him much time to have a shower, but at least he had his daughter for a whole night. It meant he would have to drop her off at school the next morning and therefore he would be late into work, but luckily he had no early meetings scheduled. 

* * *

Dinner was a combined effort with Mike cooking while Daisy drank wine and supervised from a stool next to the table. This was how it should be, she thought with a smile. To say they were virtual strangers, they had settled into a routine remarkably quickly. 

The fact that Mike was so much younger than her didn't seem to make a difference at all. He was remarkably mature for his age and Daisy could see how lucky his future wife was going to be. He was a lovely bloke; not only was he good-looking and intelligent, he also had a heart of gold. His mum had done a fine job of bringing him up and she told him so. He looked embarrassed and turned away to watch the pan. Daisy grinned; it was going to be fun winding him up!

The house had been tided up and all the stuff pulled out from the cupboards in the lounge had been put back. There appeared to be nothing missing, but it was difficult to tell in Jen's room. There she had not really delved too deeply for fear of intruding. There were clothes and CD's all over the floor, but it was quite likely that they had been there already – Jen was not the tidiest person in the world. 

Still not word from her. Not even a text message saying she was okay. It was very unlike her, but the way she had been behaving since she had got together with Jack, Daisy was not so surprised. 

The Bolognese was ready and they both sat down at the table with the back door open, allowing the warm night air to flow in. They ate in companionable silence, enjoying the tasty food. Daisy topped up her wine glass and filled another one for Mike. 

She was supposed to be on a shift tonight, but with everything that had happened in the last twenty four hours, she had decided a night off would not go amiss. Carol, the assistant manager, had been very understanding and only too happy to take on an extra shift - she was saving for a deposit on a house, so the boost to her pay packet was more than welcome.

Daisy could feel Mike's eyes on her from time to time and she had noticed him occasionally glancing at her body when he thought she was looking elsewhere. She knew he was very much attracted to her, but she did not want to take advantage of him. He was young and it seemed a bad idea to get involved with him as anything more than friends. 

The trouble was, as the wine flowed and they settled down on the sofa after washing the dishes, she began to feel more and more comfortable with him. She also began to feel extremely drunk. 

Alcohol and lust are a fatal combination. It started innocently enough, a few questions from Daisy about his love-life...

"How old were you when you lost your virginity?" she asked with a grin, her feet resting in his lap as she lay back against the soft cushions.

"Eighteen..." Mike replied coyly.

"That's late! Was it a good experience or a bad one?"

Mike shifted uncomfortably as her foot moved higher and she wiggled her toes, ostensibly to relieve an itch.

"It was good actually. She was younger than me but she had been with several guys before so she knew what she was doing."

"Was she pretty?" Daisy asked.

"Yeah; tiny with dark hair and perfect breasts..." He smiled to himself, lost in the memory. "We saw each other for a while, but then her family moved away and we lost touch." He looked sad for a fleeting moment and Daisy felt sad too. 

She hiccupped and put her empty glass down on the carpet before reaching forward, kissing him lightly on the mouth, almost without thinking about it. Mike looked at her in surprise for a moment, unsure whether or not she meant it or was just too pissed to know what she was doing. 

"Daisy..."he said softly.

"Shhhhh!" she replied and silenced any further talk with another kiss. This time he responded with more passion, his hands reaching up to cup her face gently. She twisted her body towards him and ended up half lying across his lap. They kissed slowly, revelling in the taste of each others mouths; tongues duelling and exploring. It was sweet and intoxicating; how could anything that felt this good possibly be wrong?

With her head fussy from the wine, Daisy made an attempt to sit up again. 

"I think it's time for bed", she whispered softly. Grasping Mike's hand, she pulled herself up from the sofa and headed slightly unsteadily for the stairs. The house was all locked up and Daisy fell into bed while Mike disappeared into the bathroom. She quickly pulled her clothes off, slipped an oversize tee-shirt on and snuggled under the duvet. Mike came hesitantly into the room with a quizzical expression on his face.

"Ermm... where do you want me to sleep?" he said.

"Turn the light off and come to bed with me." Daisy replied drowsily. She had no desire to sleep alone tonight and Mike did not need to be told twice. He flicked the light off and quickly shedding his clothes except for his boxer shorts, he jumped into bed next to her.

Daisy snuggled up to his warm body and rested her head in the hollow of his shoulder. It felt cosy and comfortable and Mike wrapped his arm around her, stroking her neck. 

They lay quietly, listening to the faint sounds from the dark garden outside. The curtains fluttered in the slight breeze wafting through the window and the scent of honeysuckle filled the room. 

Daisy turned over onto her side and Mike wrapped himself around her snugly, his arm resting lightly over her thigh. She could feel the effect she was having on him and she shifted her bottom back against him teasingly. 

"If you do that again, I'm not responsible for my actions..." he warned huskily in her ear. 

So she did it again, more provocatively this time. He immediately responded by pulling her back against his hard cock and reaching up to pinch her nipple through the thin cotton of her tee-shirt. The ache between her legs intensified and she arched her back with a groan, pushing her breast into his hand. 

It suddenly felt much too hot in her bed and Daisy impatiently kicked the duvet away from her body. Mike squeezed her breast and slid his hand between her legs, dipping into the moist heat of her pussy. She shivered under the caress and her thighs trembled in arousal. Her clit was hard and swollen, engorged in blood and begging for attention. 

Slowly, Mike rubbed the slick folds of flesh, the moisture running out of her as her excitement built. She writhed against him, conscious of his painfully hard cock pressing into her bottom through his boxers. He must have been dying to get inside her, but at that point she was only thinking of her own pleasure. 

She pulled up the damp tee-shirt and squeezed her own nipple as he increased the pressure on her clit. Her orgasm shivered close by and she felt it gathering pace within her pussy, the delicious tension coiling steadily inside. 

For a brief moment, Mike removed his hand and Daisy almost cried with frustration. Then a hard penis slid between her thighs and rubbed into the juicy cleft of her pussy. It felt delicious and Mike groaned in pleasure, the sensation and heat of her slit almost as good as being inside her.

He reached up and held her breast, pulling her close against his hard chest. Daisy moved her hand down to touch herself. It only took a few frenzied strokes and she came with a shudder, her body clenching tightly in waves of pleasure. 

Mike continued to thrust his cock between her legs and with a slight adjustment he managed to slip easily inside her. The full feeling of his cock within her only enhanced her orgasm, prolonging it, renewed spasms of pleasure rippling through her inner walls. 

Slowly moving inside her, Mike breathed hard against her neck and Daisy pushed her bottom against him to increase the depth of his entry. They moved gently together until with a harsh groan, Mike thrust hard one last time and came, pumping several times into her, flooding her with hot semen. 

Neither of them moved for a few minutes, Mikes arm wrapped over her waist and his cock still semi hard inside her. It felt deliciously comfortable and Daisy slid into sleep with a faint smile on her face. 

Mike stayed awake for a long while, listening to the unfamiliar sounds of a strange house. He was not entirely sure it was a good idea being here really. He was certainly no hero and he very much hoped that no dodgy blokes decided to pay another visit to the house. He did not honestly think he would be of much use to Daisy should anything happen. 

There was just something about Daisy that had attracted him. Beneath all the bravado and the confident look, there was a vulnerable little girl hiding and Mike had caught a glimpse of her. Right now he really should have been at home, organising himself in preparation for the start of a new term, not playing body guard to a strange woman he hardly knew.

But that was the thing with Daisy; although he didn't really know her, he felt like they had known each other forever. Maybe they had been together in a previous lifetime, he mused sleepily. He could not explain it but he knew he liked her a lot and she was certainly the sexiest woman he had ever known. He had had a few girlfriends before, but none had ever been like Daisy. She was one of a kind and he decided to just enjoy being with her for as long as she wanted him there. 

He was certainly not daft enough to think that this was ever going to be a long term thing. She needed him right now but as soon as all the trouble passed, she would probably want to move on. 

University beckoned anyway. He had a few weeks at the most and he was going to make the most of any time he had with Daisy. He gradually slipped into sleep, Daisy's body comfortably curled into his like a sensuous cat.



Daisy Got Laid Ch. 08



The television droned away as Max stretched out on his leather sofa. He was not really watching it; the mind numbing game-show was as boring as hell, but he couldn't be arsed to move far enough to grab the remote and thus change channel.

Kelly was fast asleep in her room and he knew he really ought to go to bed too. It would be a mad rush in the morning, taking Kelly to school and him to work. The trouble was, although he was tired, he knew damned well he would be tortured by images of Daisy as soon as he switched the light out.

It was truly tragic. He just could not get her out of his head. Everywhere he turned he saw her face and heard her voice. It was as if she had cast a spell on him. He was bewitched by her and there appeared to be no cure. He was beginning to think he was doomed to obsess forever about a woman he couldn't have. Taking another mouthful of beer, he transferred his attention back to the television with scant interest.

A busty blonde girl on the screen giggled and cavorted with her male co-presenter beside an azure blue pool. The programme was being filmed on a tropical island and the unfortunate 'contestants' were being whittled down by some fiendish games and challenges. It was all a load of rubbish but even Max, jaded as he was currently feeling, had to admit the blonde girl had a gorgeous pair of tits. 

He watched with more interest as she jiggled up and down, her huge breasts threatening to fall out of the tiny bikini top. It was fairly obvious her male co-presenter was eagerly awaiting the same outcome. The poor man kept fluffing his lines as he stared avidly at the girl's golden boobs. 

Max's unexpected enjoyment of the programme was suddenly disturbed by the sound of the door buzzer. He glanced at his watch in surprise -- who the hell would be calling by at this time of night? Grumbling slightly, he jumped up and ran to the door. The last thing he needed was for Kelly to be woken up and then be tired tomorrow as a consequence. She was not the most co-operative girl in the morning as a rule and he did not need her being bad-tempered any more than she normally was.

Max opened the door and took a step backwards in surprise. Maeve grinned at him disarmingly and held a bottle of wine up. "Fancy a night-cap?" she purred silkily.

This was an unexpected turn up of events and Max was suddenly lost for words. He really hadn't thought she was bothered about a repeat performance. Maybe he had misjudged her?

"Erm... yeah, I guess so. My daughter is here though." He frowned at the possibility Kelly would suddenly wake up and walk in on something inappropriate. God help him if that happened -- Belinda would immediately revoke all visitation rights for the rest of Kelly's life. 

"Hey if it's a problem, I can go?" Maeve looked a little peeved at his less than enthusiastic welcome and Max immediately rushed to reassure her.

"Oh no! It's not that I don't want you to come in - I just have to be careful not to wake her up. Her mother and I have a less than amicable relationship and I don't want to incur any more grief. It's not you, honestly."

Maeve relaxed and smiled cheerily. "Okay, if you're sure it's alright. I thought you might want some company again..." She winked at him saucily and slipped past him, into the living room.

Max locked the door and grinned to himself. Maeve was just what a bloke needed to take his mind off women problems. She was uncomplicated and guaranteed to be good company. And hopefully more if he played his cards right.

They sat down on the settee and Max opened the wine. It was surprisingly good and he wondered whether it had been expropriated from Seamus's cellar. He knew from bitter experience that the wine normally dished out in the pub tasted like vinegar, so it must have come from the section reserved for family and guests.

The complicated berry flavours slipped down his throat like syrup and Max felt all his tensions floating away. Maeve laughed merrily as she recounted tales of family life back in Ireland and Max felt himself slowly being hypnotised by her lilting Irish accent.

She really was a beautiful girl. Her auburn hair cascaded over her shoulders, glimmering like tinsel in the soft light from the lamp. Green eyes twinkled at him and he felt the faint stirrings of lust once again. 

"Tis a nice flat you have here. No lady friends got their feet under the table yet?" Maeve sipped her wine coyly and peered through her long eye lashes. 

"Nope, I have given up on women for now." Max stated firmly. He had made that decision earlier on. Women were a waste of space and if he couldn't have Daisy, he didn't want any one at all. Celibacy could not be all that bad surely?

"Oh that's a shame..." Maeve looked sad for a moment. She shifted slightly and the blouse she was wearing opened up a little, revealing a tempting portion of creamy cleavage. 

Max felt his eyes irrevocably drawn to the swell of her breasts and he tried not to imagine the feel of her flesh in his hands. It was extremely difficult and he forced himself to look away towards the television. 

On the screen, the blonde girl rubbed sun tan oil into her upper thighs sensuously as she simpered to the camera, her hands stroking her smooth brown flesh. Her co-presenter had a clip-board judiciously placed on his lap as he engaged in suggestive banter with her. Frankly Max wasn't all that surprised -- poor bloke probably had to endure a permanent hard-on!

Okay, that was a bad choice of alternative viewing. God damn, he was surrounded by sexy images. Celibacy as a life choice was obviously going to be harder than he thought. He quickly switched his attention back to Maeve. 

"I don't seem to have much luck with women," he heard himself saying. Oh great -- that was really going to endear him to her. She would think he was a sad loser now!

"Well I can't think why," she exclaimed, her eyebrows arched in disbelief. "You are a very sexy man..." her voice dropped into a husky whisper and she licked her lips seductively.

"Thanks," said Max wryly. It was a pity someone else didn't think so... 

Maeve slid across the leather sofa towards him. Her skirt rode up high on her thighs and Max was treated to a large expanse of leg. She really did have wonderful legs, he thought dreamily. She also had perfect tits. Her blouse strained even more alarmingly across her cleavage as she leant towards him. 

"I'm sorry I rushed off this morning," Maeve apologised, her green eyes gazing up at him hypnotically. "I would have liked to have stayed a little longer but, well, you know how it is..."

Max didn't know how it was particularly, but at that moment, he was not at all bothered. The scent of her perfume assailed his nostrils and the inane chatter from the television floated away on a sea of lustful thoughts. 

She reached out and stroked his thigh suggestively. "So... how about a wee kiss then?" 

Max briefly considered the rights and wrongs of pursuing what was undoubtedly about to happen. He knew damn well Maeve was trying to seduce him and unless he called a halt imminently, she would almost certainly succeed. His cock was more than willing to play the game, but his mind was not so sure. The trouble was he didn't want to feel like he was taking advantage of her. Although, the more he thought about it, the more it seemed like she was taking advantage of him!

Her small hand slid further up his thigh while she leant forward temptingly. Max could see the promise of passion in her eyes and his hands were itching to touch her hot, nubile body. But still he hesitated.

"Maeve," he forced himself to say reluctantly, "Are you sure this is such a good idea?" He couldn't quite believe he was coming out with this crap; it was madness -- this girl was practically gagging for sex and he was trying to talk her out of it! 

"Yeah, why wouldn't I?" she asked huskily, her hand brushing over his throbbing erection. 

"Well you have a boyfriend and I don't want to cause any trouble." The thought that Ronan might be 6'10 and built like a brick shit house was an alarming one. He shuddered at the prospect of encountering yet another homicidal psycho. Mind you, with a name like Ronan, it seemed unlikely that the lad was big, hard and covered in tattoos.

"Don't you worry about Ronan, he's thousands of miles away and he'll never know!" Maeve grinned disarmingly and rubbed his cock through his jeans. "Anyway, I don't want to think about him right now -- I want to fuck you!"

Oh no, he was sunk now. This Irish she-devil was obviously an amoral nymphomaniac. But, what was a bloke to do? It was terrible; he really had no choice but to give her what she wanted. That was the kind of man he was, he couldn't bear to disappoint a lady in need and this 'lady' was making it very clear what she needed. 

Without further ado, Maeve grabbed him and locked lips in a hot, lust fuelled kiss. He could feel her breasts pressing against his chest and he pulled her closer, passion overcoming any moral objections. Her tongue explored his mouth and her fingers explored his cock.

It was no use. He groaned helplessly as the wanton vixen shifted to sit astride his lap. Her tempting cleavage heaved in front of him, the heat from her pussy burning a hole into his groin. God she was sexy. No wonder Ronan had stayed in Ireland -- the poor lad was probably worn out!

Max kissed her neck and nibbled his way south. Maeve's blouse was partially unbuttoned and he licked the soft skin revealed in the light from the lamp. She tasted delicious and he hurriedly unbuttoned the blouse further, keen to explore her bountiful breasts. 

The silky blouse parted with little resistance and a black lace bra was revealed. The cups were low cut and they barely held her creamy flesh in place. Her twin mounds rose up and down as her breath quickened, her hard nipples protruding through the gauzy fabric. 

Max brushed his fingers over the cups, feeling her jump in reaction to his touch. His cock was aching inside his jeans but he resolutely ignored it. Maeve stared down through her thick eye lashes. Her lips parted expectantly as he gently slipped the blouse off her shoulders and pushed the bra straps over her shoulders. 

He kissed the upper slopes of her breasts, feeling her quiver against him. The cups slid lower and her nipples were revealed, long and hard. He enveloped one taut peak in his mouth and sucked gently, rolling the bud around his tongue.

"Oh yessss!" Maeve moaned harshly, grinding against his cock forcefully. God her tits were beautiful - just the right size; not too big or too small. He grabbed both mounds of flesh and hungrily sucked and licked all of the exposed skin. 

His cock was about ready to explode and he could feel how aroused Maeve was. Pushing her skirt up around her waist, he dipped a finger inside her knickers. She was wet and hot, ready to be fucked hard. All he could think about now was plunging inside her willing body; everything else was forgotten in the intense desire to find sexual nirvana.

"Baby, I want to taste your cock," she whispered in her sexy accent. She slithered down onto the floor and stared up at him, licking her lips as she unbuttoned his jeans. His cock sprang out, hard and thick and she took the shaft in one hand. 

A pink, wet tongue flicked over the head and he groaned at the sensation. Everything he had was focussed on his cock. The feel of her hot mouth sinking down on him was almost more than he could bear. He sucked in a shaky breath and watched entranced as she moved her red lips up and down his throbbing length. 

Her red hair coiled around her breasts, the white skin a startling contrast to the flame colour of her tresses. He suddenly imagined the same coils of hair wrapped round his cock. God how sexy would that look... 

"Come here Maeve," he said in a gravely voice. She crawled back onto his lap and he kissed her lingeringly again. "Stand up," he ordered.

Max slipped the skirt down her slender thighs and the knickers soon followed. Her fiery coloured bush was a startling shade of red. It looked like tiny flames licking their way into her pussy and he bent down to taste her sweet furry lips. Parting her labia, he dipped his tongue into the cleft of her wet pussy, tasting the fragrant juices of her arousal. Her thighs trembled and she began to moan loudly.

"Oh yeah, make me cum!" she pleaded, gripping his shoulders as his tongue licked back and forth over her clit. Her movements became ever more frantic and suddenly she froze rigid, her whole body tensed up before she gasped and shuddered in ecstasy. 

"Oh fuck!" she moaned as her orgasm washed over. Max continued to lick and suck her clit until she pushed him away, unable to stand any more stimulation. "Enough..." she said, kissing him in gratitude when he stood up.

Max pulled her back onto his lap and sank his cock into her pussy, right up to the hilt. She gripped him tightly and began to slide up and down, her breasts swaying in his face, encouraging him to take a nipple in his mouth and suck.

It felt wonderful. Maeve threw her head back and ground herself onto his cock hard, fucking him ruthlessly. He tried not to cum and when she cried out again he bit his lip, hard, to distract himself from climaxing. 

"Turn round, I want to take you from behind," he muttered when she had calmed down again. Her face was flushed, her cheeks pink with pleasure. With a grin she eased herself off his rock hard dick and turned to face the back of the settee, presenting her lily white bottom for his delectation.

Max eased his cock back into the folds of her tight channel again, grimacing with pleasure. Grasping her hip, he began to fuck her hard. 

"Spank my arse," she begged, her face pressed against the leather. 

Max's blood boiled at this request. It wasn't something he normally did but the idea of smacking her bottom almost pushed him beyond the edge of reason.

"Go on, spank me, I'm a naughty girl!" she implored.

He raised his hand and slapped her arse, the sound echoing loudly around the room. Again he slapped her, leaving a red hand print behind this time. She cried out in response and pushed back against his cock. 

"Yeah, that's good!" Maeve moaned in encouragement. "More!" 

Harder he spanked her, his hand stinging from the force of the impact. He continued to fuck her, slapping her bottom cheeks as he plunged in and out of her pussy. She squealed each time his hand connected with her bottom, moaning with pleasure at the sharp stinging sensations. 

With a shuddering wail, she came again and he felt her pussy contract around his cock in ripples of pleasure. It was too much, he couldn't hold back any longer and he fired into her with an agonised groan. Wave upon wave of cum pumped into her and eventually he was drained. Exhausted and spent, he collapsed onto the carpet, wincing at the red hand marks on Maeve's backside.

"Are you okay?" he asked in concern. 

"Oh yeah!" she grinned as she turned to face him. "That was fucking wonderful."

For a few minutes they slumped together, sweaty and tired. Then Maeve jumped up and began to put her clothes back on hurriedly. "I gotta go," she apologised. "Aunty will be expecting me back -- I said I was nipping out to see a friend for a coffee and that was ages ago!" She rolled her eyes in annoyance. "She treats me like a kid sometimes."

Max was a little put out. Talk abut hit and run! Still, he conceded reluctantly, it wasn't as if she could very well stay the night with Kelly here. It might have been nice if she had at least stayed for a coffee though! He was beginning to feel like a sex object.

"Thanks again, that was wonderful." Maeve kissed him affectionately on the lips and Max hugged her tightly. She was lovely and at least he had managed to forget about Daisy for a couple of hours.

"Are you doing anything a week next Friday?" he asked suddenly. 

She looked up from putting her shoes on and said curiously, "I don't think so, why?"

"I have an Award Presentation do to go to and I was wondering if you would like to accompany me."

"Sure, that would be great. I will see you around before then, so let me know the details okay?" 

Max grinned with pleasure. That would hopefully solve the Trixie problem. The silly bitch was unlikely to make a pass at him if he had another woman on his arm. Maeve vanished into the night with a farewell wave and Max collapsed into bed feeling totally knackered. His head barely touched the pillow before he was asleep.

* * *

Saturday afternoon saw Max on his way round to Sean's luxurious home out in the country. Sean had been forced to travel up to Yorkshire for Mrs & Mrs Van de Meyer's big bash. Valerie had sent a personal invitation to Max, but Max had had to sadly decline as he had a deadline to meet for another client. Sean had grumbled like hell about going, but as Max had cheerily pointed out, Valerie had many rich friends who were in need of landscaping work. Money talked naturally, and Sean was likely to be well on his way up the M1 by now.

Trixie had stayed behind on the pretext she had a birthday party to attend for some celeb friend. Sean as ever had let her have her own way, and off he had gone without her. If she were Max's wife, Max wouldn't have trusted her to be left alone for five minutes, let alone a weekend. The woman had 'trouble' tattooed all over her fake tits.

He really could have done without a visit to Sean's house. But, there was a file there he needed and he couldn't wait until Monday to collect it. He had tried ringing and there had been no answer. All he could hope for was that Trixie had fucked off shopping again. He had a key, so she didn't need to be there to let him in.

He swung his car into the long gravel driveway and pulled up outside the front door. Trixie's sleek convertible was abandoned by the garages and this meant that she was indeed around. Oh bugger, thought Max crossly. Now he would have to play 'ignore the sexual come-on' game with her. Subtle she was not.

The door-bell chimed out loudly, but despite a second try, no one appeared. Maybe she was in the shower or something? Maybe he could slip in, grab the file and leave before she even knew he was there? 

He quickly unlocked the door and walked in. The alarm wasn't activated so she was clearly in the house somewhere. Max silently went into Sean's office and found the file he needed. He was just about to leave when he heard the faint sound of a man's voice echoing from deep within the house. All his alarm bells began to go off and he decided to investigate. There was always the outside possibility that a burglary was in progress and Trixie needed assistance. He didn't like Trixie much, but she was married to his friend and he couldn't allow her to be hurt in any way.

The voice had come from the back of the house where the indoor pool was located, so Max put the file down by the front door and walked quietly down the corridor towards the pool room. Faint music could be heard as he got closer and he could make out the sound of feminine laughter.

The door between the main house and the pool was partially open and Max peered through, not wishing to be seen until he had gauged what was going on. He was greeted with an interesting scene, far beyond what he had been expecting.

Trixie was evidently entertaining a few 'friends'. Music was playing and several empty glasses and bottles of alcohol were scattered about. Trixie lay on a sun lounger, naked but for a gold waist chain. Her skin was a golden caramel colour from many hours spent on a sun bed. Her long legs were spread obscenely wide and a young woman with dark blonde hair was knelt down, her arse in the air as she engaged in licking Trixie's pussy. One beefy man was stood next to Trixie, his thick cock deep inside her mouth while he played with her tits. Another man was on his knees behind the blonde girl, fucking her slowly. 




Daisy Got Laid Ch. 08



It was not exactly what Max had expected to see. On the other hand, it was not all that surprising. He had had the measure of Trixie as soon as he had been introduced to her a year ago. The fact that Sean had met her when she worked at a lap-dancing club as a 'hostess' was not much of a character reference. The woman was a slut and the only person who refused to see it was Sean.

Despite the fact he was disgusted, Max felt strangely compelled to watch. The spectacle was incredibly arousing and his cock was instantly rock hard. He had no desire for Trixie at all, but the blonde girl was very attractive. She had lovely full tits and a smooth slim body. She reminded him achingly of Daisy. 

The man fucking her pulled his glistening cock from out of her pussy, allowing her to move. The girl stood up and everyone changed positions. One of the men lay down on the lounger and the blonde girl climbed over him. His cock slid easily inside her cunt and Max could hear her moaning loudly. 

God how he wished it was his cock inside the girl at that moment. If he half closed his eyes, it could almost be Daisy's body and he saw himself thrusting his rampant cock into her slippery pussy. He shuddered with tortured desire.

He could see her breasts hanging down, nipples erect and hard. The man beneath her grabbed one and sucked it noisily, making her moan all the more. Trixie lay next to them, her fingers buried inside her smooth pussy. She was clearly getting off on seeing her friend being fucked by the beefy bloke. Her gigantic tits wobbled as she rubbed her clit fast and hard. The man reached out and grabbed one enormous boob, pinching her nipple with one hand as he held onto the waist of the girl above him. Trixie moaned joyfully. 

The second man moved over the girl, his huge cock in one hand. Grabbing a bottle of lube from a nearby table, he squirted some on to her puckered anus. He rubbed it in and Max could see him pushing first one finger, then two inside her tight hole, stretching her. The girl cried out loudly, whether in pleasure or pain, Max was not sure. She didn't appear to be struggling however, so he assumed she was enjoying it.

His own cock was throbbing like hell now, and leaning against the door frame, he silently pulled it from his jeans. It felt good to rub his hand up and down his aching shaft, the pre-cum oozing out and lubricating his passage. 

The man behind the girl began to push his meaty cock slowly into her arse. The girl moaned and groaned loudly. His cock was huge, thick and heavily veined. As Max watched mesmerised, the swollen head slowly disappeared inside the girl's tight sphincter. The man beneath her, his cock buried firmly in her cunt, was fucking her slowly, sucking her tits as he thrust inside her. 

Oh fuck, Max was about ready to cum. He wished he was one of those men fucking that girl. He could easily imagine how tight her arse would feel around his aching cock. Faster and faster, he pumped with his hand as the men fucked the helpless girl sandwiched between them both. She appeared to love it, her enthusiastic cries of pleasure bouncing off the tiled surfaces in the pool room. 

"Ohhh yeah, fuck me harder!" she screamed, "Oh God, I'm cumming!" 

The man on top grunted loudly and pulled out in time to fire thick strands of cum all over her back. He gasped in pleasure, his face contorted with the power of his intense orgasm. Trixie lay gasping from her own multiple orgasms, her breasts heaving like giant pillows. Man number two lasted the longest. He carried on thrusting until moments later he cried out and came in a long drawn out howl of pleasure. 

Max felt his own orgasm rush upwards like fire from his aching balls. Cum fired out and hit the door in sticky globules of creamy fluid. 

"Aghh Daisy..." he muttered softly. It was a bittersweet pleasure. How he wished it was her sweet body he was firing into, not his lonely hand. When he had finished, he quickly rearranged his jeans. Glancing ruefully at the mess, he slunk silently away back towards the front of the house. 

Trixie and her friends had obviously recovered too. There was a change in music followed by a splash, indicating that someone had decided to clean themselves up after the messy interlude. 

Max could only hope that the pool filter was efficient.

He quickly grabbed the file he had left by the door, and out of sheer mischievous, he wrote a short note and left it propped up on the kitchen counter. 

Trixie, 

I stopped by to collect a file -- would have said hello, but you appeared to be very busy...

Max

Max grinned gleefully at the thought of her face when she read it. She would have a heart attack when she realised he had been witness to her debauchery. Well it served her right for being such a slut. As it happened, he had no intention of telling Sean. Frankly he did not see the point -- Sean wouldn't believe him in all likelihood. The idiot would find out what kind of woman he was married to eventually and Max would be there when he did. If Trixie carried on being so indiscreet, it was going to be sooner rather than later.

He left the house with a huge grin on his face. 

* * *

The following Friday was the Annual Awards Ceremony for small businesses. It was all a load of bollocks as far as Max was concerned, but he was expected to show his face as they had been nominated in a category. He was rather relishing the idea of seeing Trixie again though; he couldn't wait to see how she reacted when they met.

He had half expected her to be in touch after last weekend, but clearly she had decided to brazen it out. He had said nothing to Sean of course. Sean had returned from Yorkshire in a foul mood and Max had no desire to upset him any further. It seemed that Valerie had not been on her best behaviour and Sean had spent a night trying to avoid being caught alone with her. Max had not shown any sympathy; he had had much the same problems after all. 

The only blessing was that Sean had been spared Delilah. She had apparently been shipped off to some boarding school in Switzerland, following an 'incident' with a group of young men from the catholic school adjoining her own. Max dreaded to think what had gone on. Knowing Delilah as he did, it would have been a whole lot more than smoking a few illicit fags. 

Max put his bow tie on and finished off with some gold cuff links. He looked pretty damned good, even if he did say so himself. He had arranged to collect Maeve from the pub at seven o'clock, so he locked up and left the flat. Briefly he wondered what Daisy was doing -- not thinking about him was a likely bet.

Maeve attracted a host of wolf whistles from all the regulars as she swept across the grubby floor in her shimmering green dress. She beamed at Max and taking his proffered arm, they left and climbed into the waiting taxi.

"You look beautiful," Max smiled at her in the half light of the taxi. And she did. She looked absolutely stunning tonight. The emerald green of the dress made brought out the russet colours of her hair. Her eyes flashed like jewels and Max felt lucky to have her on his arm. 

She made Trixie look like a cheap whore in her tacky pink dress. The other woman looked daggers at her and Max had to hide his smile when Sean was all over Maeve to the point of ignoring his own wife. 

Trixie was not amused at all. They took their seats at the designated table and ordered a round of drinks. Two other couples were sat with them and polite conversation ensued. Max could see Trixie looking at him speculatively and he knew damned well she was wondering if he was going to mention her activities when Sean had been away. 

He sipped his drink and smiled to himself. It looked like it might be a fun evening after all. Maeve chatted away to Sean, oblivious to the evil glares from Trixie. Max stayed out of it, glancing around the room and occasionally nodding to people he knew. 

Soon their drinks were almost gone so he decided to make a trip to the gents, followed by a journey to the bar. It wasn't going to be long before the boring speeches began and it was best to have plenty of alcohol inside prior to that point. 

Whispering a quick explanation to Maeve, he stood up and made his way to the toilets. The room was empty and he quickly had a pee at the urinals. 

"What exactly are you up to?" the female voice nearly caused him to have an embarrassing accident. He zipped himself up hurriedly and spun round. Trixie was stood there, her huge breasts almost bursting out from her tight dress. She had a hard expression on her face as they looked daggers at each other.

"I know reading isn't your strong point, but surely you can tell the difference between the ladies and gents toilets?" Max asked sarcastically.

Trixie ignored the insult and said, "I don't know what you thought you saw last Saturday, but it wasn't what you think..." Her voice trailed off at the incredulous expression on Max's face.

"I know exactly what I saw. A four way sex session just about covered it I think?"

"It didn't mean anything... If you tell Sean, he won't understand at all..." Huge tears began to well up in her eyes and her bottom lip quivered slightly.

"Your damned right he won't understand. Most men don't take kindly to other blokes fucking their wives." Max looked at her with contempt and went to wash his hands. 

"Are you... going to tell him?" Trixie sniffed pitifully.

"Oh what would be the fucking point in that? I don't give a shit what you get up to, but if he DOES find out, I won't be responsible for what happens. He is a jealous man and he won't be amused if he knows you are fucking around on him." Max glared at Trixie and hoped like hell she took his advice. 

"Thank you Max..." She lunged for him and smothered him in a wet snog. He could feel the hard tips of her breasts pressing into him and he tried to pull away. 

"Don't thank me; just keep your knickers on in future. Oh yeah, and don't bother flirting with me -- I'm not interested okay."

Trixie stepped back and wiped her eyes. She looked relieved now she knew she was not about to be dropped in a huge pile of shit. Being married to Sean was a cushy number and like most women, she did not want to give up the fringe benefits. Max doubted she would want to go back to pole dancing and shaking her tits at dirty old men. 

A couple of men walked into the gents and did a double take when they saw Trixie stood there in her skin tight dress. Max took the opportunity to leave and both men winked at him admiringly. Trixie followed him and made a detour into the ladies without another word. She needed to repair her make-up after all the crocodile tears she had shed. 

The rest of the evening passed without incident. Trixie stayed remarkably quiet after their little chat in the toilets, apart from a few jealous glances in Maeve's direction. Max ignored her completely. He had nothing to say to her now, not that he ever really had. Sean asked her once or twice if she was okay, but she just replied she had a headache. 

Max and Maeve left around midnight. They had both had enough to drink and they went straight back to Max's flat.  

"Max..." Maeve said quietly as she slipped off her shoes inside the door. Max was surprised she had come in - he had half expected her to make an excuse and go back to the pub. She was always a little unpredictable; one minute she was all over him and the next she was cool as a cucumber. 

"Yes?" he said, looking at her curiously.

"There's something I need to tell you... I am flying back to Ireland tomorrow." She looked sad for a moment and Max was rather shocked. He had known all along that this was only ever going to be a brief interlude, but for some reason he imagined she would be around for a while longer. 

"Oh," he replied. He didn't know what else to say. He realised he was going to miss her and he wished that she hadn't left it until now to tell him. 

"I'm sorry," she said softly. "I should have said something earlier in the week, but I didn't want to spoil tonight. It is our last night together so let's make the most of it eh?" 

Max smiled and hugged her tightly. She was right; they should make the most of their last few hours together. Chances were he wouldn't see her again. It was a shame really, she was a lovely girl. In a different time and place, he could have really fallen for her. It just wasn't meant to be -- his heart still belonged to Daisy for better or worse. 

They kissed affectionately and headed for bed. Maeve slipped off her green dress and it fell in a pile of emerald silk on the floor. Her milky white skin shone like ivory in the pale light from the window, her body gleaming like an alabaster statue; perfect and flawless.

Max kissed her softly, his tongue tasting the traces of the wine she had drunk earlier. Her lips moulded to his and her arms wrapped round his neck. He could feel the soft curves of her body pressing sweetly against him, her nipples hard and erect. 

Dropping down, he took one taut peak between his lips and licked gently. She shivered and pressed his head closer, sighing with pleasure. He turned his attention to the other nipple and sucked harder. 

She was wet and ready for him already, the silky scrap of lace hiding her sex, damp with dewy moisture. He delved deep inside her, feeling the muscular walls of her pussy clamping around his fingers. She moaned loudly, writhing against his hand as he pleasured her slowly. 

He watched her, enjoying the way her eyes closed in bliss, her cheeks flushed pink. She threw her head back, her long hair cascading down her back. She was beautiful; a vision of loveliness. She just wasn't the one for him.

Maeve cried out as she came, her body trembling contentedly as she climaxed. Max pulled her close and held her while she relaxed into him. He was happy to have given her so much enjoyment and when she opened her eyes to grin beguilingly at him, he grinned back. 

They fell back onto the bed, Maeve's naked body wrapped around his clothed one. She slithered up and climbed over him, her green eyes glittering in the half-light, like a cat's eyes.

Slowly, she unfastened his bow tie and began to unbutton his shirt. She reached his waistband and brushed teasingly over his erection. He sucked in his breath sharply, his cock leaping within his shorts. He saw the smile and muttered, "Bitch!"

Maeve swirled her wet tongue over his hard little nipples, pulling them into her mouth and sucking them hard. The sensation was immensely pleasurable and he moaned out loud. She shuffled down slightly, tracing a wet trail of saliva across his flat stomach and over his belly button. When she reached the edge of his trousers, she paused and looked up at him.

"Tired?" she asked innocently?

"No!" he replied firmly. Grabbing her hand, he placed it firmly on his rigid cock, leaving her in no illusion as to what he wanted. And it certainly wasn't sleep just yet...

With a muffled laugh, she unfastened his trousers and pulled them down, along with his shorts. His cock sprang free and he felt her hot breath tickling him as she lowered her face to his groin. For a moment she did nothing. His cock twitched upwards, seeking the hot feel of her mouth and eventually she rewarded him with a lick of her tongue.

"Aghhhh yes!" he moaned gratefully. The head of his cock was enveloped within the warm wet cavern of her mouth where it was slavered in saliva. It felt divine. Not as good as being inside her, but deliciously enjoyable.

He tilted his hips upwards, pushing his length further inside her mouth, watching the expressions flit across her face as she took him as deep as she could without gagging. Eventually, she almost had him fully inside her mouth. He groaned, feeling his balls tightening inexorably. 

"Enough!" he gasped. "I want to fuck you..." She released him and with a quick flick of her tongue, she crawled up and hovered over his body. 

Gently she lowered herself down on his aching cock until he was deep inside her and she sat astride him. Max watched through half closed eyes as she began to rock slowly, his cock moving within her as she stroked her clit. 

"Oh that feels good!" she said, almost to herself. 

Max grabbed her hips and began to thrust upwards, faster, gaining momentum. Her breasts swayed in front of his face and he pulled her forward, catching a mouthful of flesh as it touched his lips tantalisingly. 

Maeve grabbed his shoulders, her hair covering them both in a curtain as she fell forward with a gasp. Max felt her body clamping tightly around him as she came with a long keening cry. He thrust hard inside her, his own orgasm seconds behind, racing through his body in a sharp rush of pleasure. 

With a groan he came too, emptying himself into her spasming body, feeling her rippling around his cock as he pulsed inside her. She fell forward, exhausted and spent; her limp body slowly relaxing as the pleasurable after-shocks faded. 

Gently he eased her to one side as his cock slid wetly from within her, their fluids trickling out. Pulling the covers up, they drifted off into contented sleep; Maeve curled up in the curve of his body. 

* * *

From the depths of the living room, Max's mobile phone rang and rang. Eventually it went silent. Max didn't hear it; by then he was fast asleep.



Daisy Got Laid Ch. 09



Daisy flipped her mobile shut and sank onto the settee feeling miserable. The house echoed silently around her, occasional small creaks making her jump. Outside in the garden, strange noises sent jolts of nervous energy coursing through her veins. 

She knew she was being ridiculous, the doors were securely locked and no windows were open. There was no way on earth anybody would be able to break in unannounced. But that knowledge didn't actually make her feel any better.

Tonight was the first night she had been on her own since the break-in. Mike had left this morning to begin his new term at University. He had been reluctant to go; she could see it written all over his face. It had not been easy for either of them to say goodbye at the end. But it was the right thing to do and Daisy knew this. Mike was a sweet boy, but he was too young for her and he needed to get on with his life.

She had kissed him gently and wished him well. Despite his promises to keep in touch, she knew he would be far too busy to think about her once he settled in at Uni. 

"All those pretty girls will keep you busy!" she had laughed. He had disagreed vehemently. He was not interested in young girls, or so he said. Daisy chuckled wryly; she knew damned well that would not last long!

Daisy flicked the television on in an attempt to find distraction from the oppressive silence. An old western was playing and she began to watch half heartedly. Her phone lay beside her, irritatingly silent. Ringing Max was probably a mistake - she realised that now. It had happened in a moment of weakness. Being here, alone and scared, did strange things to a woman. She had regretted it almost as soon as she had hit the call button.

The trouble was - he was still on her mind. It didn't seem to matter how much time passed by, she couldn't quite forget about the man. God knew she had tried. Mike had proved to be an enjoyable distraction, but in the end, Max was still there, lurking at the back of her consciousness.

She had no idea what the hell she would have said to him if he had actually answered his phone at this ungodly hour. She hadn't really thought about that when she pressed 'call'. In fact, she had not thought about anything at all. She had just panicked and Max was the first person she had thought of.

Get a grip! She admonished herself. She was in no danger at all. The police were at the end of a phone call, they had promised her that someone would be there immediately should she be worried about anything. 

It was not even as if anything further had happened since the break-in. She just had a feeling of being watched sometimes. It was nothing concrete that she could put her finger on, just a sense of someone out there silently observing her. It was creepy as hell. 

It made her feel paranoid whenever she was a home. Mike being there had helped no end, although she hadn't admitted to him that she thought the house was being watched. She had no desire to make him feel obliged to stay any longer than necessary. If she had told him her fears, she knew he would have refused to leave her. 

At least their last day together had been memorable. Daisy had planned it without telling him what they were going to do. She had taken the day off work and made a picnic lunch. Luckily the day had dawned hot and sunny, ideal for what she had in mind. 

* * *

Mike awoke and looked surprised to find her already dressed. "What's up with you? It's your day off for God's sake!" He rubbed his eyes blearily and sat up yawning. Daisy handed him a hot cup of coffee and he gratefully accepted it. 

"When you are ready, we are going out for the day!" she grinned at him gleefully. "It's about time we did something nice and I figured 'cause it is going to be our last day together, we would make it special."

She jumped off the bed and flung the curtains wide open. Mike shielded his eyes against the sudden glare and Daisy chortled in amusement. "Come on lazy! I have been up for hours..." 

She had actually not been up that long, but it sure felt like it. She had forgotten how much effort went into a simple picnic. Looking back, it made her appreciate her poor mother's efforts on various trips to the seaside. She and her sister had not appreciated it at all -- they had scoffed all the food without a second thought for the time it took to prepare it. God they were selfish!

The hamper she had borrowed from Mandy was full of goodies. Cooked meat, bread rolls, cheese, strawberries and grapes. She also had a bottle of white wine to take, along with a corkscrew and a couple of plastic cups. 

Mike yawned and patted the duvet next to him, "Come here and help me get up..." he leered suggestively. "I need a hand!"

"Oh no, you need to get your lazy arse out of bed or we will hit the traffic. Hurry up!" She scooted off the bed and shot downstairs. Everything was ready and when Mike eventually appeared after a shower, they jumped in Daisy's old Mini and headed out of town.

The radio blared out and Daisy sang along tunelessly to cheesy pop songs feeling happier than she had for ages. Mike gave up asking where they were going; she simply refused to tell him beyond saying he would enjoy it. 

The car chugged along the narrow country lanes as they headed towards the coast. Up above the sun beat down relentlessly and Daisy was glad she had packed her sun tan lotion. The last thing she needed was sun burn. She had had that before and it wasn't funny. 

Before long, the sparkling vista of the sea appeared as the hills dropped away towards the coast. Daisy could smell the salt in the air and she smiled joyfully. She loved the sea-side. It reminded her of happy family holidays when she was a child. They had spent the summer holidays at their Gran's cottage every year. Magical times... 

Or they had been until Mum became ill. The thought of her mother was like a cloud crossing the sun. Suddenly Daisy shivered slightly, gripping the steering wheel hard. She resolutely pushed the memories out of her mind. She didn't want to spoil Mike's last day.

"Are we there yet?" Mike asked in a whiny voice. Daisy turned to look at him only to find him grinning at her.

"Oh ha ha!" she laughed. "If you need the toilet, then tough shit -- I told you to go before we left!" 

They both cracked up laughing. "Actually we are nearly there as it happens. It's just down the next road and then we can park up." 

Daisy pulled off down a narrow lane and slowed to snails pace. Below them the sea washed on to a golden beach and miles of sand dunes stretched into the distance. Mike shaded his eyes and looked out over the horizon. "Is that France?" he asked.

"No!" Daisy snorted. "It's the other side of the estuary you idiot!" France is a whole lot further away than that! Please tell me you aren't going to Uni to study Geography?"

Mike looked at her sheepishly. "Yeah ok, Geography was not my best subject. I was too busy making out with Linda Love to do my homework!" 

Daisy grinned at him and pulled into a small car-park. There were a couple of other cars there, but no sign of any other people. Below them the beach was pretty much deserted which was surprising for such a hot, sunny day. 

"How come it's so quiet?" asked Mike curiously as they took their stuff out of the boot. 

"Because it's a week day, but mainly because all the families prefer the touristy beach round the coast -- it has café's and shops and toilets. There is nothing like that here; just miles of sand and dunes."

"What no toilet?" Mike pulled an expression of horror, "and even worse - no burger van?"

"Think of all the calories you'll not be eating as a result!" Daisy blew a kiss at him and threw the picnic blanket into his arms. "Right, follow me..."

Mike obediently followed her as she set off down a path through the dunes. He could feel sweat trickling down his back in the heat of the sun. He was also starving and he wished like hell he had had time for breakfast. Still, the basket he had been given to carry felt like it was full to the brim of goodies -- it was certainly bloody heavy enough!

Watching Daisy's pert bottom swaying in her tight denim shorts proved distracting enough to take his mind of his hunger and the heat. The path meandered down through the dunes, towards the golden sandy beach. Overhead gulls wheeled and soared in the gentle air currents blowing off the sea. 

A few people could be seen in the distance. A couple were walking near the waters edge with a dog that danced in and out of the sea joyfully, evidently having a great time chasing sticks. There appeared to be no one close by and by the time Daisy took pity on him and said, "Here will do just fine," he had not seen a soul in their immediate vicinity for ages.

They found themselves in a sandy hollow, just below an outcrop of rocks that provided some much needed shade from the hot sun. All around tall dune grass hid them from view. It felt like they were in their own little world, secluded and utterly private.

Daisy laid out the blanket and sat down to open her rucksack first. Mike peered in hopefully, hoping like hell she had packed some bottled water -- he was parched after the walk. 

"Here," she said, handing him a bottle of mineral water. He glugged it down thirstily before offering her some. She took the proffered bottle and drank some gratefully. She too was thirsty; she hadn't expected the day to turn out quite so damned hot. 

She unpacked the food and placed it onto plastic plates, handing one to Mike before settling back and eating some. 

"Hungry?" she asked dryly after a few moments when all she could hear was Mike chomping away on his chicken leg. 

"Mmm yeah!" he replied, wiping the grease from his chin with a paper napkin. "This is great! I will need an afternoon nap by the time I have eaten all this food!"

"That can be arranged!" Daisy winked lecherously and Mike felt his cock reacting immediately to the veiled promise of naughty things to come. 

She pulled the bottle of wine from its insulated carrier. "Want some?" she asked.

"Yes please," Mike answered in surprise. She seemed to have thought of everything so far. He was amazed that she had gone to all this trouble for a day out; it just went to prove how wonderful she was. He was going to miss her so much. For a moment his eyes went misty and he stared out to sea feeling inordinately sad. But it did was no good feeling that way, and he knew it. Their remaining time was brief and he did not want to spoil it be being morose.

Daisy handed him a plastic cup of reasonably chilled white wine and he took it gratefully. 

"To us," he said simply, holding the cup up in a toast. 

"Yes, to us." Daisy smiled and touched her cup to his before taking a sip of the dry wine. It was delicious; perfect for a hot sunny day.

* * *

The food was eaten and the refuse was packed securely away to discourage insects bugging them. Daisy stood up and stripped down to her bikini. She then tossed a bottle of sun tan lotion at Mike and requested he apply it before she burnt to a crisp. 

He was happy to do this and she lay down on her stomach, her eyes closed in warm relaxation. Mike squeezed some of the coconut scented lotion on to her smooth back and rubbed it in. He slowly spread it up and over her shoulders, kneading the soft flesh lasciviously. 

"Mmm that feels good!" Daisy commented lightly, enjoying the firm strokes of his hands. Mike grinned to himself and quickly stripped off his tee-shirt. It was too hot and he was feeling even hotter rubbing lotion into Daisy's sexy body.

She lay supine on the blanket while Mike knelt astride her slim body. He sensuously rubbed the cream lotion onto her shoulders, kneading the flesh lightly before moving down the sides of her body in long stroking movements.

He could feel his cock reacting to the sensuality of the moment and he teasingly brushed the sides of her breasts through the bikini top. 

"Undo it," Daisy muttered. "I don't want a white line on my back."

Mike happily obliged and the thin strings dropped to her side. He continued to rub lotion into her back, slowly making his way southwards. Daisy parted her thighs helpfully as he moved back to rub the cream into her legs. 

He started off on her calves and gradually moved up her legs, making sure every bit of exposed skin was protected by the lotion. Daisy groaned a little as he reached the top of her legs and fleetingly brushed against her sex whilst applying cream to her inner thighs.

Mike grinned to himself. She was having much the same effect on him; his cock was raging hard now and the thought of pulling her bikini bottoms down and sinking into her sweet flesh, was a very tempting one.

"Are you gonna do my front?" Daisy asked raising her head.

"Yep, turn over."

Mike moved to one side and Daisy flipped over on to her back, unable to stop herself grinning when she saw his huge hard on tenting the front of his shorts. She pulled her bikini top off and lay back with her eyes closed and a faint smile on her face.

She knew exactly what effect this was having on Mike and she waited gleefully to see just how long it would take him to do as she wanted. Not long at all, she figured, judging by the enormous erection he was sporting. 

This spot in the dunes was out of the way of any would-be dog walkers and bird watchers. There was almost no chance of them being disturbed and this was the reason she had come here. A little fun in the sun was a fine way to spend a day off and she knew Mike would appreciate it.

Mike knelt at the side of Daisy's golden body, just staring at her in awe as he squeezed some more lotion into his hands. She looked like a goddess lying there in the hot sun. All he wanted to do at that moment was worship her at her temple. She was so damned sexy.

He plopped some cream on her belly and began to rub it in, stroking lazy circles with his fingers and spreading it outwards. Her skin felt deliciously smooth as he slowly moved his hands up towards her breasts. Her nipples were hard and pink; small succulent raspberries just crying out to be tasted. 

Teasingly he rubbed the lotion into the soft flesh of her breasts, gently kneading the creamy orbs and rubbing his fingers across the tender peaks. Daisy moaned a little, unable to stop her body reacting to the sensuous stroking of her skin. She was becoming seriously turned on and the gusset of her bikini bottoms was already soaked with her arousal. 

Mike dropped down and lay next to her, all pretence of applying sun cream gone. He bent his dark head and took one peak in his mouth, nibbling gently with his teeth.

"Oh that feels good!" Daisy whispered, hey eyes still closed. Her pussy was aching unbearably and she tilted her hips upwards as Mike's hand rested lightly on her belly. He pushed his fingers over the thin fabric of her bikini and rubbed her clit gently.  

Daisy moaned louder and Mike grinned. He could feel her heat emanating through the thin material and he struggled to contain his own arousal. At this moment, his cock felt like it was going to explode any second. 

He gasped as Daisy reached and grabbed the hard shaft. She began to rub him through his shorts and he said in a strangled voice, "Be careful or I won't last!"

In response, Daisy pulled his shorts down and his cock popped out, shiny with pre-cum. She sat up a little and took the head in her mouth, eagerly licking the creamy juices away while Mike continued to stroke her sex.

"Oh fuck Daisy!" Mike gasped as her hot wet mouth laved his shaft with moisture. He could scarcely believe they were doing this in public -- what would happen if somebody happened to walk past? He was surprised to find the thought was actually rather appealing.

Daisy rubbed his cock head across her tits. Mike watched, mesmerised, as she rubbed the sticky fluid oozing out, all over her nipples. The urge to fire hot spunk over her was becoming more and more difficult to contain and he gritted his teeth. 

She gazed into his eyes, avidly watching his reaction as his cock slid between her breasts, lubricated by his own cum and the excess sun tan lotion. 

His cock grew ever more swollen and hard. He could feel the immense pressure building and he knew he was going to explode any second.

"Daisy..." he gasped, "I'm gonna cum!"

"Cum on my tits, Mike, I want to see you cum all over me!" She licked her lips teasingly and Mike groaned helplessly. He was powerless to prevent it. With a tortured moan, he erupted, firing ribbons of spunk in hot bursts. Several thick ropes fired all over her breasts, hitting her chin and dripping down her chest. 

Mike collapsed on the blanket, unable to speak after the draining experience. Daisy gazed down at his cum all over her and rubbed it into her skin with relish. 

"Maybe it will act as sun cream," she remarked with a naughty grin. Mike watched through half closed eyes as she rubbed the creamy fluid into her breasts and felt himself hardening once more.

Daisy noticed immediately and took hold of his semi erect shaft. 

"Need a hand?" she said mischievously.

Mike chuckled and pushed her backwards until she was lying half under him. He bent to kiss her and slid a hand between her thighs. She was wet through her bikini and he gently eased his fingers inside the small scrap of fabric. 

"Mmm that feels good -- don't stop," Daisy whispered urgently as they broke the kiss.

He pulled the bikini bottoms down and Daisy kicked them off into the sand. The folds of her sex glistened with slick arousal and Mike could smell the heady musk of her. She squirmed under his hand, enjoying the soft touch of his fingers lightly fluttering across her clit.

"Harder," she gasped as he continued to torment her with touches so brief they felt like butterfly kisses. 

Mike bent to suckle a rosy nipple and Daisy began to writhe around on the blanket. Mike was aware of the sun beating down upon his back; he hoped he would not be sunburnt by the evening. 

He pushed two fingers inside her tight channel and she cried out. Slowly he began to fuck her, thinking about how it felt to have his cock inside her. His cock was already rock hard again and dying to slip into her delicious pussy. 

Daisy had her eyes tightly closed. She was enjoying the feelings invoked by Mike's fingers as he rubbed her swollen clit. She could feel her orgasm hovering on the edge of her periphery and she tried to hold back in order to prolong the pleasure. But it was no use. Mike increased the pace and pressure of his caress and she came helplessly in a hot rush of sweet rapture.

Her whole body tensed up as the contractions shivered through her sex and she pulled Mike down, kissing him hard. Gradually the heady sensations faded away and her body was left with a warm tingly feeling. 

"That was good!" she grinned up at him, her cheeks flushed and pink.

Mike took her hand and wrapped it firmly around his cock. He was achingly hard once again and he desperately needed to bury his dick inside her hot pussy. 

He rolled onto his back and pulled her astride his body. Daisy looked down at him, her blonde hair hanging over his chest and her breasts swaying temptingly in front of his face. She smiled and taking hold of his cock, she rubbed the shaft between the wet folds of her sex.

"Tell me what you want..." she said teasingly, knowing full well that he wanted to get inside her.

"I want to fuck you!" Mike groaned, the tension written all over his face. 

"You want me to sit on your hard cock and fuck you right now?" Daisy purred, enjoying his discomfort immensely.

"Oh god Daisy!" Mike was almost at the point of no return yet again. 

Daisy took pity on him and raising herself up a little, she guided him inside her slick folds. With a slow movement, she eased back down on him, biting her lip at the exquisite feelings shivering through her body. 




Daisy Got Laid Ch. 09



"Oh that feels so good, Mike. I'm gonna miss this..."

Mike couldn't speak. He didn't dare in case he blurted out something embarrassing. He knew he was going to miss Daisy more than he had ever thought possible. He quickly pushed the sad thoughts out of his mind and concentrated on the amazing feeling of his cock being gripped tightly by the velvety walls of her sex. 

Slowly Daisy began to fuck him, moving with a gentle rocking motion, allowing her clit to rub against the soft hair on his belly. 

From somewhere in the distance, voices carried on the breeze and for an alarming moment, Mike wondered if someone was about to intrude upon their idyll. He suddenly found himself contemplating the idea of a buxom girl appearing over the edge of the dune and discovering Daisy sliding up and down his hard cock.

Mike shut his eyes, enjoying the naughty fantasy of being illicitly watched. He imagined the girl's shocked expression at witnessing the erotic spectacle before her eyes. Then her pretty face would change as she became unbearably turned on and helplessly began to touch her lush body. 

He reached up to caress Daisy's breasts, rubbing the nipples between his fingers as he thought about the girl watching. Daisy moaned in response, pushing her breasts into his hands.

In his minds eye, the girl slipped her tee-shirt off to reveal a pair of deliciously large, firm breasts. She cupped her tits, stroking the nipples as she watched him take Daisy's taut buds in his mouth. He could hear the girl groaning helplessly as she watched him tongue Daisy's tits. 

"Oh fuck!" he gasped, the erotic fantasy sending him fast into orbit. Daisy increased the pace of her movements and reached down the rub her clit. With a muffled groan, she came again, her pussy clamping down on Mike's cock, rippling around his shaft.

Mike grabbed her hips and thrust harder and faster, feeling himself about to explode imminently. 

The fantasy girl watched him, her hand between her legs, rubbing the slick folds of her pussy with one hand as she caressed her tits with the other. She pulled her shorts down and spread her legs obscenely wide, showing him the dark pink folds of her sex, glistening with dewy moisture. Mike imagined her walking over to them with a shy smile. She knelt over his face and he tasted her musky juices...

"Agghhh!" Mike came in a heated rush of white hot pleasure. Wave upon wave of cum fired up into Daisy's pussy. His fantasy faded away and he struggled to catch his breath back after his powerful orgasm.

Daisy collapsed forward onto his chest, drained from her own climax, sweat trickling uncomfortably down her back. She felt happy but tired. Now would be a great time to fall asleep, she thought, lying with her head in the hollow of Mike's shoulder. 

The sun beat down unmercifully and for a long time, neither of them could move a muscle. Eventually Daisy said rather half heartedly,

"Fancy a swim?" She felt hot and sticky. The cold sea would be just the thing to wash away the combined juices of their coupling.

"Maybe..." Mike grinned lazily; he was actually reluctant to move at all. He felt deliciously sated and happy and he couldn't remember the last time he had felt quite so contented. It was just a pity this moment couldn't last forever...

* * *

Daisy must have fallen asleep on the settee. When she awoke the television was still on and every single light was blazing away like Piccadilly Circus. She felt very stupid now that morning had arrived and the sun was shining through the curtains cheerfully. Yawning heavily, she eased herself up off the soft cushions and winced at the ache in her back. The only upside to the day was that she did not have to be at work until tonight. 

She staggered into the kitchen and flicked the kettle on for coffee. Outside it looked like it was going to be another hot day. For a moment she wistfully wondered what Mike was doing. No doubt he was busy with a million and one things. She felt horribly sad; the house was not quite the same without his cheerful face.

She did not miss all the clothes lying around however. He was not the tidiest man in the world and they had had several arguments about dirty washing strewn all over her bedroom. Daisy smiled despite her sombre mood. Yes, she was going to miss him very much.

Almost as an after thought, she walked back into the living room to pick her mobile up. To her surprise she had received a text message. Her heart thumped as she flipped the phone open -- maybe it was Max? A large part of her hoped that it was. 

It was not from Max; it was from Jen. 

Nobody had heard from Jen since before the break-in, not even Jen's mum. Daisy had been in touch with Irene every few days, as much to provide comfort as anything else. The poor woman was worried sick and Daisy could hardly blame her under the circumstances.

The text message was brief and Daisy was left with a faint feeling of unrest. Jen wanted to meet her at lunchtime, for a coffee. She named a place in town and said she would be there at midday. There was nothing else; no explanation as to where she had been. 

The only other thing she said was not to mention this meeting to anyone else. That hardly made Daisy feel better and she contemplated telling DC Harris anyway. But the worry that Jen might be compromised somehow if she did, prevented her from making the phone call. She would just have to wait and see what Jen said and then decide. 

* * *

Daisy arrived at the coffee shop and briefly scanned the place. It was fairly busy, but she couldn't see Jen so she queued up for a drink before taking a seat by the window. People walked back and forth outside, but there was no sign of her friend anywhere.

By the time Jen was half an hour late, Daisy was beginning to think she was not going to turn up and she drained her coffee preparing to make a move. Suddenly a hand touched her shoulder and caused Daisy to jump in surprise. 

"Hi," Jen said, sitting down opposite Daisy.

Daisy was shocked. Jen looked terrible, her dark hair was lank and greasy and her face was deathly pale. She had obviously lost weight and she looked almost ill. 

"God Jen, what's going on?" she demanded in a low voice. 

"Can you stand me a coffee Daisy? I don't have any cash..." Jen gave her a weak smile and Daisy frowned slightly.

"Sure, no problem, but then you start talking, okay?" Daisy jumped up and went to the counter to buy Jen a coffee and get a refill for herself.

As she walked back across the room holding two steaming mugs of coffee, she saw Jen speaking into her mobile hurriedly. As soon as Jen realised Daisy was there, she abruptly ended the call and pushed the phone back in her pocket. 

"Everything okay?" asked Daisy with raised eyebrows, as she sat back down again. 

"Yeah. Thanks" Jen sipped the hot liquid and said nothing about who she was talking to. Daisy was curious, but she figured it was better to let Jen tell her everything in her own time.

They were both silent for a few minutes and Daisy took the opportunity to study Jen more closely. Her cheeks were hollow and her eyes had huge dark rings beneath them. The clothes she was wearing looked like they could do with a wash and Daisy began to wonder just what the hell had been going on. This was not the girl she had known for the past two years -- that girl was fun and had pride in herself.

The girl sat here now was miserable and grey. Whatever was going on with her, it was serious. Small slivers of black fear shivered though Daisy's veins like icicles and a sense of foreboding descended like a malignant cloud. 

"I'm sorry about leaving like that..." Jen said eventually. "I... had no choice." 

Daisy stared at her. "Just tell me why? Are you in some kind of trouble? Is it Jack?"

"You can't help us. Jack owes money to some bad people..." Jen paused for a moment, her face clouded with worry. "I can't leave him now." She lowered her face and stared into her coffee cup, refusing to look at Daisy. 

"Surely it can't be that bad -- have you been to the Police? They would help, I'm sure. They were wonderful with me after the house was broken into."

"The house was burgled?" Jen's face tilted back up sharply and her eyes burned into Daisy's. 

"Yes. Nothing was taken though. Just some thug who was asking after Jack..." Daisy made an instant decision not to mention just how the thug had behaved. It would do no good and she didn't want to upset Jen any further.

Jen was silent again. She appeared to be processing what Daisy had told her about the burglary. 

"Where are you staying anyway? Have you spoken to your Mum? She's worried sick about you." Daisy's tone was a little reproachful and Jen had the grace to look rather ashamed.

"I can't ring her. It's better if she knows nothing." Jen looked away again, seemingly staring out of the window at nothing. "Just let her know I'm okay, will you?" she asked quietly.

"Jen," Daisy said reaching out to grasp her hand firmly. "Jack is a big boy -- leave him to deal with his own problems and let me help you!" 

"You don't understand -- I can't leave him -- I love him!" For a moment Jen looked truly desolate and Daisy realised there was nothing she could say or do that would help her friend. Whatever was going on, Jen was going to have to find her own way out of it. 

"I'm here if you need me," Daisy said softly. She was worried, but if Jen wouldn't accept any help, there was nothing she could do.

"Are you working tonight?" Jen asked suddenly.

"Yeah - why?" Daisy replied curiously.

"I thought I might come and see you after last orders. Have a drink, you know, talk again..."

"Sure," Daisy said warmly. It might be the opportunity she needed to persuade Jen to accept some help. 

"Okay. I'll be there later on tonight." Jen jumped up and gave Daisy a ghost of a smile. "I gotta go, thanks for the coffee..." 

In a flash she was gone, vanished amongst the crowds milling around the Sunday Market.

Daisy sat and finished her coffee. She couldn't help worrying about Jen. She had the feeling there was an awful lot Jen wasn't telling her. Hopefully she would find out tonight after the Bar had closed and all the staff had gone home. They could open a bottle of wine and chat; it would be just like old times.

* * *

Daisy is fast approaching the end of the story folks! Hope you are still enjoying the ride... Let me know if so!



Daisy Got Laid Ch. 10



Daisy and Max's journey is almost over. It has been a bumpy ride so far and it isn't over yet... 

* * *

The Conclusion

Max went back to bed after Maeve left first thing Sunday morning. He had felt surprisingly sad saying goodbye to her and, as it was a Sunday, he saw no need to stay up when he still felt tired. There was nothing urgent he desperately had to do – work could wait until tomorrow.

By the time he awoke for a second time, it was gone noon and the room was unbearably warm. With a yawn, he forced himself to jump in the shower and wake up from the gloomy fugue that seemed to be swamping him.

Eventually the coffee and toast worked and he felt slightly more human again. Maeve would be halfway back to Ireland by now. He thought about her for a long wistful moment. There was no doubt that he would miss her particular brand of Irish charm. But life went on as ever and he had every intention of sticking to his plan of forgetting about women for the time being. 

As he wandered into the living room, he glanced at his mobile sat on the coffee table and belatedly realised he had a missed call. Hoping it wasn't Belinda with a list of things she needed him to do, he picked up the small Nokia and flipped it open.

Max nearly fell over in shock when he realised the call had been from Daisy! Checking the time of the call, he noted that it had come at 3.17am. What on earth was she ringing him at that time of the morning? In fact, why was she calling him full stop? She must have drunk-dialled, he concluded. There could be no other viable explanation after all the time that had passed.

Despite his doubts that the phone call was a sign she was missing him, he pressed 'call' and anxiously waited for her to answer. It went straight to voicemail and once again, he listened to her husky tones informing him that she was just too busy to take his call. With a growl of frustration, he hurled the phone across the room. 

"Goddamn that woman!" he yelled to nobody in particular. 

He decided quickly that now would be a good time to go for a VERY long run. Exercise was the best way to clear his head of rubbish. Hopefully it would tire him out enough to be able to chill and watch the Formula 1 Racing later on this afternoon. 

After pulling on his running gear, he headed outside to go burn some calories down the park. It was not exactly his favourite way of burning calories, but sex wasn't on the menu any more. With Maeve gone and Daisy unavailable, he was left with endless circuits of the local neighbourhood as a poor substitute for carnal pleasure. 

Max pounded off down the street, muttering irritably to himself about 'women'. He ignored the admiring glances from a couple of teenage girls stood smoking by the bus stop. He was far too busy pondering why Daisy had called him in the middle of the night.


* * *

Daisy was extremely busy all afternoon. She had tonnes of housework to catch up on as well as endless piles of ironing. Now that Mike was gone, she had more time to do that kind of stuff. It was not exactly fun, but it still needed doing and as she was working tonight, she wanted to try and clear the backlog before her shift began.

She had returned from the meeting with Jen with an increasing sense of disquiet. Something was seriously wrong and Jen was clearly in trouble. She had rang Irene (Jen's mum), as soon as she arrived home. 

There was very little she could tell the poor woman, but at least she was able to reassure her that Jen was still alive and okay. Irene was so grateful that for the news, Daisy did not have the heart to tell her that she was still extremely worried about Jen. 

She pulled her phone from her bag and plugged it in to charge. The battery had gone flat again whilst she was out. Damn phone, she thought irritably. It was about time she bought a new one – the battery never seemed to charge up properly these days.

* * *

It was a quiet evening at work. The time seemed to drag by very slowly and Daisy sidled off halfway through the evening to do some paperwork. Her office was upstairs, away from the noise of the main bar area and she was glad of the peace and quiet.

The other staff were not exactly rushed off their feet and they didn't need her to help behind the bar tonight. One of the girls had asked if she could leave early and Daisy had agreed without any hesitation. It shouldn't take long to clear up later, and if Jen turned up as promised, they could do the work together as they used to do in the old days.

Daisy had met Jen when she had done a short stint behind the bar last year. They had always got along well and when Daisy's former lodger moved out, she had had no hesitation in offering Jen the room.

Looking back, Daisy wondered if maybe she could have prevented what had happened. Jack was bad news right from the beginning. He had shown up at the bar one night with a group of mates, drunk and annoyingly loud. He had tried to chat up Daisy, but with no success whatsoever. 

Daisy had a firm policy of not flirting with the customers whilst she was working. It was just not worth the hassle and generally the men took the knock back with good grace. Unfortunately Jack was not that intelligent. 

He had assumed Daisy's blistering put-downs were only an invitation to try harder. The man had the hide of a rhinoceros. He seemed to have no understanding of the word 'no'.

Eventually Daisy had had enough of Jack's attentions – she had asked Bill on the door to escort him outside and politely ask him not to return anytime soon. Jack had unsurprisingly reacted badly to being thrown out in front of his laughing mates.

Public humiliation was not something he took kindly too. He had been waiting for her after her shift had ended. It was only the timely intervention of one of the bar staff that had saved Daisy from a serious incident. Jack had backed off as soon as he realised they were not alone any more and Daisy had been left with a feeling that she had been very lucky to escape unscathed.

She had decided not to report the incident to the Police – it seemed rather trivial in the cold light of the next day. Besides, Jack didn't show his face again and she had pretty much forgotten about that night until Jen introduced him some months later.

Daisy was aware Jen had started seeing a new bloke and was crazy about him. When Jack appeared in the bar with his cocky grin, Daisy's heart had plummeted like a stone. She could scarcely believe that Jen had managed to hook up with that piece of scum. 

Unfortunately Jen was unwilling to hear any bad words about the new love of her life. In her eyes, Jack could do no wrong. Daisy had tried to tell her about the incident outside the bar, but Jen did not want to hear it. She was completely in his thrall, for better or worse. 

Jack was a deeply dubious character and he did not appear to have any kind of legitimate job. He always seemed to have money to throw around however, and Daisy had a strong suspicion he dealt in drugs here and there. She knew Jen had been experimenting shortly before she and Jack vanished.

If only she had been more vocal with her warnings about Jack, Jen might have taken more notice. 

If only she had gone to the Police and filed a complaint about the attempted assault, Jack might have changed his ways. 

If only... They had to be two of the saddest words in the English language.

Daisy stared at the screen of her laptop. The accounts were giving her a headache already and it was only ten thirty. The columns of figures kept blurring before her eyes and the bank reconciliation was taking forever and a day. 

Feeling tired and fed up, she sat back in her chair and wondered if Jen would turn up later. She hoped so – she was going to do her damnedest to persuade her to leave Jack and go home to her Mum before things got out of hand. In Daisy's opinion, Jack deserved whatever shit he had fallen into - Jen most certainly did not. She was an innocent passenger in whatever scam Jack was mixed up in and the sooner she extricated herself, the better.

Rubbing her eyes with a yawn, Daisy decided to nip back downstairs and make another black coffee. It might be the only way she would get through the evening without falling asleep. After her disturbed night last night, she was exhausted.

* * *

Daisy called last orders and the few people remaining who returned to the bar for a final drink, were served. It had been an incredibly slow night. Even the bar staff had commented on the lack of business. Since Marie had gone off early, there were only the two of them left to clear up. 

Cindy went round collecting empty glasses while Daisy cashed up the till. She glanced up to notice Jen walk in through the door and with a huge grin she gestured her over.

"Do you want a coffee or something a little stronger?" she asked.

"A whiskey please," Jen requested in a low voice. She looked very jumpy and Daisy couldn't help wondering why. 

Daisy poured her a measure of whiskey and Jen took a seat at the bar as Daisy and Cindy dashed round clearing up while the remaining customers finished their drinks.

Before long the last person left and Daisy locked the door behind them. It was dark outside, but the bar was bathed in a soft yellow glow. The ashtrays were emptied and the tables wiped down. Eventually the room was tidy again and ready for the cleaners to come in tomorrow morning.

"Okay if I go now?" Cindy asked politely. She would normally stay until Daisy was ready to lock up and set the alarm, but it seemed like she and Jen were in no rush to leave. 

Cindy eyed Jen curiously. She had met her a few times and had heard on the grape-vine about her temporary disappearance. It was none of her business or anything, but she looked like shit sat there. She couldn't help wondering what was going on with her. It had to be something bad; she just hoped that Daisy was not going to be dragged into it. Daisy was far too nice for her own good sometimes. 

"Sure, you get off – I need to talk to Jen so I'm not going anywhere just yet." 

"Cool. See you tomorrow night." Cindy smiled at Daisy warmly and nodded politely at Jen. 

Jen looked away and Cindy felt a ripple of annoyance run through her. That was just plain rude! With a flick of her red hair, she grabbed her jacket and headed outside. She was looking forward to going home and seeing her boyfriend, Tim. Her face broke out in a huge smile and she jogged down the street to where her car was parked, all thoughts of Jen long gone. 

She didn't notice a figure partially concealed in the shadows behind the large refuse dumpster. 

* * *

Daisy locked the exit doors and turned most of the lights off. Grabbing a bottle of decent wine, she said cheerfully,

"Come on, let's go upstairs and have a drink and chat. It'll be like old times!"

"Okay, I'm just gonna go to the loo and I'll be there." Jen jumped down and disappeared towards the Ladies toilets.

Daisy walked upstairs and into her office. She shut her PC down and opened the bottle of red wine. Pouring two glasses, she sat down on the leather settee in the corner and waited for Jen to return. 

The wine tasted good and when Jen walked in to the room, she passed her the other glass and beckoned her to take a seat. 

"Come on, tell me what's been going on," she said firmly. 

"Oh Daisy..." Jen's voice broke slightly and she hung her head. "You have no idea the mess I am in..."

"No I don't – but unless you tell me, I can't exactly help you!" Daisy could feel herself becoming exasperated and she tried to keep her voice neutral. The last thing she needed was for Jen to storm off in a huff. She would learn nothing if that happened.


"Jack got involved with some dangerous people. He sold some drugs and didn't pass all the money back to the man he was meant to pay..." Jen sat there biting the skin round her nails and Daisy felt like wringing the bastard's neck. 

"But why are you involved?" Daisy was still perplexed as to why Jen had felt the need to stick by Jack despite the obvious danger he represented. She was a smart girl beneath the silly exterior – surely she had more sense than that?

Jen looked hunted. She sipped the wine nervously and fiddled with her jacket sleeve. Just for a second the she pushed the fabric up her arm as she scratched the skin beneath and Daisy saw the tell-tale marks on her arm. The penny dropped into the depths of a very dark well.

"Oh Jen, no! Please don't tell me you've being doing drugs?" 

Jen went whiter than a glacier. "I... d-don't know wh-wh-what you mean," she stuttered unconvincingly, her head hanging in shame at Daisy's furious expression. 

Daisy grabbed Jen's arm harshly. "Oh really?" she spat angrily. "What's this then?" The needle marks were all up her skinny arms like a poisonous tattoo.  

"It's not Jack's fault!" Jen began to cry, tears running down her pale cheeks. "I was just experimenting and it got out of hand..." She sobbed harder, her thin body shaking like a sapling in the wind.

Daisy felt like throttling her but she knew damned well it would do no good at all. She blamed Jack – Jen had never touched drugs before she met Jack. It was all his doing and when he finally turned up, he would pay for this.

A noise from downstairs caused her to look up sharply. Daisy glanced at Jen, the conversation momentarily forgotten.

"Did you hear that?" she asked sharply, "I'd better go see what it is."

"NO!" Jen jumped up in alarm, "Leave it!"

Daisy went ice cold. "What do you mean – leave it? Do you know who's down there?" She felt sick now. It was suddenly obvious that there was more to this meeting than Daisy had realised. Jen looked scared to death and reached out, trying to grab Daisy's arm, but she missed.

Daisy flew out of the office and ran downstairs without thinking of the consequences at all. If she had, she might have stopped to call the Police first. 

The lights were off in the bar, but she still could make out the figure of a man with his hands in the till.

"What the hell do you think you are doing?" Daisy yelled angrily, white hot rage obliterating all thoughts of personal safety.

"Well, well, well... If it isn't Miss Daisy," spoke a familiar voice. "You should have stayed upstairs with Jen. I would have been out of here in a flash, but now you have seen me, well that's different." He grinned evilly at her in the reflected light from the corridor and Daisy experienced a shiver of foreboding.

She suddenly realised she had bitten off more than she could chew.

Jack shut the till and turned to face her. "Where is the money? The till is empty."

"Course it fucking is, you dumb bastard. I took it to the night safe already." Daisy lied. She just prayed Jack would believe her. 

"Don't fuck me about, bitch. I have been watching you all evening and I know you haven't been anywhere. Now stop playing games and just give me the money. I really don't want to hurt you..." He advanced on her, a sick smile playing on his face and Daisy began to panic a little.

"Does Jen know what you are doing?" she said, trying to stall him.

"Of course she does! Who do you think unlocked the door? You really are a stupid bitch, aren't you?" 

Daisy's heart fell. She had pretty much suspected this, but to hear him say it was like a knife in her heart. She didn't think she could ever forgive Jen for such a betrayal.

"How do you know the Police aren't on their way right now?" Daisy found herself backed up against the bar with nowhere else left to go. Her only hope was that Jen saw sense and called 999. She had a strong suspicion that was not going to happen however. She really did not want to hand over the evening's takings to Jack, but it looked like she was going to have no choice.

"You haven't had the chance to call them. I know where the panic button is and you are nowhere near it," he grinned. "Jen would have stopped you using the phone in the office." The expression on his pock-marked face was triumphant and Daisy inwardly seethed. 

This was no spur of the moment thing. They had planned this in advance. Jen knew all the security details because she had worked here, so that meant the whole meeting at lunchtime and tonight, was a set-up. If Daisy was not so scared, she would be madder than hell right now.

"Come on, stop messing me about and hand over the cash!" Jack stepped up to her, pressing his body against her hard. Daisy could smell the alcohol on his breath and the stale odour of sweat. Her skin crawled with disgust.

"Or maybe I could persuade you another way?" His smile reminded Daisy of a cobra about to strike. There was no warmth in it at all, just pure venom. She tried to keep the fear from showing. If he guessed how scared she really was, he had won.

"I told you before, I think you are a disgusting slime ball – are you too stupid to understand?" Daisy hissed.

"And there was me thinking you liked me... I am distraught, Daisy. But you know what? I really don't care whether you like me or not. I am happy to take what I want regardless..." They both knew he wasn't talking about the money anymore and Daisy trembled despite her best intentions.

Jack grinned malevolently, his eyes shining with an insane light. Christ, he was on something, Daisy suddenly realised. There would be no reasoning with him in that state.

He slid his hand down her tee-shirt, rubbing across her nipple and squeezing her breast hard enough to hurt. "Want some of this?" he asked nastily, pulling her into his body and allowing her to feel his rock hard erection. 

"No thanks, I haven't had my rabies shot this year," Daisy retorted.

"Why you fucking bitch!" Jack said, angry spittle spraying all over Daisy's face.

"JACK! What are you doing?" Jen appeared in the doorway and Jack jumped back slightly. 

"Tell her to give us the fucking cash – she is beginning to piss me off now." Jack suddenly grabbed Daisy's throat and Jen screamed. 

"Daisy just give him the money!" Jen was shaking, looking from Jack to Daisy in a panic stricken way.

"Why Jen? Just tell me why and I will do as he says!" Daisy stood firmly and stared at her former friend, trying not to blame her but not succeeding all that well.

"I had no choice..." Jen sobbed hysterically. 

"We all have choices, Jen." Daisy replied sadly. "You just made the wrong ones."

"Okay, end of conversation. I have run out of patience now – give me the cash or I am gonna put a hole in your fucking head!" Jack stepped back and pulled a small hand gun from his jacket pocket before pointing it at Daisy. 

Jen screamed and Daisy froze. Oh fuck, she thought helplessly. 

Jack's hand shook alarmingly and Daisy had a sudden vision of herself lying in a pool of blood. "It's in the safe," she said quietly, trying not to fixate on the gun pointing at her head. 

"At last, we are finally getting somewhere," Jack said in an exaggerated show of joyous relief. "Now let's go and open the fucking safe!"

He prodded her with the muzzle of the gun and Daisy walked down the corridor and up the stairs. The safe was in her office and she walked in slowly, wishing she had called in sick this evening. 

Slowly she keyed in the combination of numbers and the door opened smoothly. Jack pushed her out of the way and grabbed the bag containing all the cash, 

"Hallelujah!" he chortled happily. "This should solve my immediate problems."

"What the fuck is going on?" said a deep male voice from the doorway. The three people in the room spun round in shock to see who had spoken.

* * *

Max had made a rash decision earlier that evening. If the mountain wouldn't come to him, he would just have to go the mountain. This whole situation with Daisy was practically giving him a stomach ulcer and it was about time they sorted it out, once and for all.




Daisy Got Laid Ch. 10



He had decided to go see Daisy at work – she was less likely to tell him to go and fuck himself there. He had intended on arriving a little earlier, but he had been waylaid by an old friend and had ended up having a drink in the pub across the square and listening to his tale of marital woe.

He would have preferred NOT to have listened to the whole sorry tale, but once they had sat down for what Max had intended to be a 'quick drink', the conversation had gone on... and on... and on... Poor Felix was in a very bad way and Max could not help but feel sorry for him. His wife had apparently left him for a woman, claiming to suddenly have discovered her Sapphic side.

This had had the effect of seriously emasculating Felix and the poor bugger was practically on the verge of topping himself. Not that Max had been able to do much other than listen. He didn't feel qualified to offer advice on women and relationships – after all he had royally fucked up just about every one he had ever had!

By the time they had parted ways, Felix was at least looking slightly more cheerful and Max had promised to meet him for another drink later on in the week. Max could at least join him in for a few beers here and there. It wouldn't help much, but sometimes it was good to provide the kind of assistance whereby you both stared into a pint glass all night and didn't say a lot. Men were good at that kind of emotional support.

By the time he found himself stood outside Daisy's bar, it was pretty late. For a moment he thought she had closed and gone home for the night, but then he noticed a light on through the back and realised she must be upstairs. 

He tried the door, not thinking for one second it would be unlocked. Surely she would lock up when the bar was closed? But to his surprise, it opened and he walked straight in. The main bar area was dark and the only illumination came from the corridor that led through to the back.

Max listened carefully, but he could hear no signs of anyone in the vicinity. He felt slightly uneasy – it seemed odd that the door was unlocked and that there was no sign of any staff. He didn't take Daisy to be lax on security; there would be too much money around not to be careful. 

Carefully, he followed the light and headed out back and down the corridor. He could just about make out a man's voice coming from upstairs and the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. Instinct told him that something was wrong and he wondered just what the hell he was walking into.

The stairs led up to what he assumed were the offices. There was only one office with an open door and a light on. He walked towards it with trepidation, only to be greeted by the sight of a man pointing a gun at Daisy, another woman stood to one side. 

All his protective instincts went into overdrive at the sight of Daisy in peril and self-preservation was but a distant memory.

"What the fuck is going on?" he demanded, realising belatedly that asking a man with a gun such a daft question was hardly going to do much for the longevity of his life. 

Jack spun round to see who had spoken, the money bag still held firmly in his free hand.

Daisy recovered from her initial shock far more quickly than Jack. Without really thinking about her actions, she grabbed the half empty wine bottle from the table and swung it high, intending to hit Jack over the head while he was distracted. 

"NO!" Jen screamed loudly, realising what Daisy was about to do. She lunged for Daisy, trying to grab the bottle. At the same time, Jack whirled round and the gun went off, the loud deadly 'crack' resonating through the tiny office like a lethal thunder clap.

Three people stood frozen for a heart-stopping second while the fourth slumped to the carpet, bleeding.

Then Jack ran out of the door, the money bag held tightly in his hand. He almost knocked Max over his in haste to escape, but Max was too stunned to do anything to prevent him leaving.

He rushed over and dropped to the girl lying on the floor. Her face was deathly white and her eyes were closed; she was breathing, but only just. The wound in her shoulder was bleeding rather a lot and he looked around urgently for something to stem the flow of blood. He saw a box in the corner. It was half full of tee-shirts covered in a drink logo and he pulled one from the plastic bag, using it to press tightly against the wound.

"We need to get her to hospital now," he said. "She's going to go into shock if we don't get help!"

Daisy wiped a tear away and struggled valiantly to pull herself together. It was like a terrible nightmare and she kept expecting to wake up and find herself back in bed again. She still had no idea what the hell Max was doing here, but now was not the time to ask him. Jen was bleeding and if help didn't turn up soon, Daisy was worried she might die.

Shakily she picked up the phone and dialled 999. It took a few moments to explain what had happened and she was quickly reassured that an ambulance and the Police were on their way. 

"Shouldn't be too long," she said when the call ended. Jen lay unconscious and Daisy stared at her, wondering how the hell they had ended up at this point. It should never have happened and she wished she could turn back the clock a few months.

"Are you okay?" Max asked worriedly. Daisy looked shell-shocked and he wished he could take her in his arms and make it all better. God what a mess... It was just lucky he had turned up when he had – who knows what would have happened if he hadn't.

"I'm okay – I think," Daisy replied with a faint smile. "I just hope Jen is going to be alright..."

"She'll be fine," Max reassured her. Actually he had no idea if she would be fine, but there was no point in upsetting Daisy any more. She had been through enough already and until the ambulance arrived, there was nothing more they could do. 

"Can you smell smoke?" Daisy said suddenly.

Max sniffed the air. There was a faint smell of burning and his nose tingled slightly. "Yes, I can – any idea what it might be?"

"No, but it could be that Jack decided to cover his tracks on the way out..." Daisy leapt up and ran to the door. She could see grey smoke billowing up the stairs and she yelled urgently,

"We need to leave NOW! Something is on fire downstairs and it doesn't look like the sprinkler system is working."

Oh fuck, Max swore under his breath. How the hell were they going to move Jen without causing more damage? He gently tried to lift her up and she moaned with pain through the fog of her unconsciousness.

"I'm sorry, but we have to get out of here," he apologised to her under his breath. Luckily she weighed next to nothing and without a great deal of effort, he dropped her over his shoulder. 

"Come on, the smoke is getting worse. We need to get down stairs and out the back fire-door." Daisy said from the doorway.

Daisy led the way slowly down the staircase. The lower they got, the thicker the smoke. It was black and acrid and they both began to cough and choke helplessly. Daisy held her tee-shirt over her nose and mouth, struggling to see where the walls were. 

It appeared that the main bar was well alight and she knew that they had very little time to escape before the fire spread. She grabbed Max's hand and pulled him after her, coughing hard, her eyes streaming. 

By the time they reached the exit door, both of them could hardly breathe. Daisy pulled on the handle of the door and for a hideous moment it refused to release. She pulled again, harder this time, and the door swung open, allowing a blessed breeze of cool, fresh air to waft in.

Max staggered into the alley and Daisy followed. The pair of them fell on to the ground by the dumpster. Jen was carefully laid out across Max's jacket. She was still unconscious, but mercifully the bleeding had stopped. 

In the distance, blue lights flashed and siren's screeched. Black smoke billowed out through the open fire escape door and they both realised what a narrow escape they had had. If they had waited much longer, they might have been trapped in the upstairs office and been forced to escape via the window. That would have been an impossible situation with Jen unconscious and injured.

* * *

The fire was eventually put out and although there was fairly significant damage, at least nobody was killed. Jen was admitted to hospital with a gun shot wound, but the doctors said her condition was stable. The police placed a guard on the room just in case Jack showed up. 

Daisy and Max had been questioned once they had been given the all clear by the hospital. They had both told the Police everything they knew. DC Harris felt certain that Jack would be apprehended very soon and he promised to let Daisy know as soon as this happened. 

"You can't go home alone tonight," said Max quietly, as they stood outside the Police Station.

"Where else am I going to go?" asked Daisy wearily. So far she and Max had not exactly had the opportunity to talk. As much as she was grateful for everything he had done, there still remained all the reasons why she had dumped him in the first place.

"Come home with me – you need looking after." Max felt like death, his throat hurt from the smoke and his nerves were still jangling with the adrenaline in his system.

"It might be rather crowded with your wife there..." Daisy retorted, wishing the taxi she had ordered would hurry the hell up.

Max stared at her, perplexed. What the fuck was she on about? "Eh? What wife?" he said, utterly baffled.

Daisy turned to look at him, a scathing comment on the tip of her tongue before she realised he was genuinely bemused by her comment.

"Well you were whispering sweet nothings to SOMEBODY, when we stopped off at the services on the way home from Yorkshire." 

A light bulb lit up in Max's brain and he finally began to understand why she had gone colder than Siberia on him. He began to laugh, all the tension of the evening slipping away as the tears rolled down his cheeks helplessly.

"What's so funny?" Daisy demanded crossly. She didn't see what was so fucking funny about him being married.

"You! I am not married – you overheard me talking to my daughter, Jasmine. I WAS married, but we divorced years ago." Max finally managed to stop laughing. "Why did you not ask me who I was talking to? God woman! I cannot believe that we have wasted all this time over a silly misunderstanding..."

Daisy looked down at her feet in embarrassment. Now she really did feel stupid. God what a fool she had been. She could have asked him, but pride had got in the way yet again. 

"I'm sorry..." she whispered in a small voice, tears pricking the corner of her eyes. She wanted to curl up in a ball and go to sleep, thereby shutting out the terrible evening for a while.

The taxi pulled up next to them and the driver wound down the window. "Are you getting in or what?" he asked belligerently when neither of them made a move.

Max opened the door and shoved Daisy in unceremoniously. He climbed in next to her and gave the driver his address. Daisy didn't argue with him; she was too drained to speak. She leant against Max and closed her eyes tightly, noting the weight of his arm across her shoulders and feeling a little comforted.

* * *

The shower spray was as hot as they could both stand. Steam filled the room with vaporous clouds and obscured the large mirror on the wall. Neither of them made any attempt to wash or scrub; they merely stood, with arms wrapped around each other's bodies tightly. It was as if they were suddenly afraid that they might lose the other again.

It felt like nothing would ever wash away the smoke and soot; it seemed to have permeated her very skin and Daisy could still taste the acrid fumes in the back of her throat. She couldn't quite believe that she was here with Max. In her mind, she had never thought for one second that there was a future for them. A wife in the picture had put a stop to that. Now that she knew there was no wife, she was forced to reassess her feelings for him. 

And that was the difficult part. The night's events had had a profound effect on Daisy. She had been shown a glimpse of her own mortality – and it had made her realise just how precious life was. You had to grasp happiness when it found you with both hands. After all, nobody knew what was waiting just round the corner. 

Max made her happy. She had known that from the brief time they had spent together. They gelled on some fundamental level and there was a very real chance that they could be happy together.

Daisy was beginning to realise that she couldn't run from commitment and intimacy forever. Max might not be Mr Perfect, but he was a damn close second.

Max was thinking much the same thoughts. He was annoyed that Daisy had been labouring under a stupid misconception for all this time and she had been too stubborn to confront him about it. He was also furious with himself for not making more of an effort to sort things out when they came back from Yorkshire.

But all that was irrelevant now. They were together and he had no intention of ever letting her go again. It was not going to be easy of course. Belinda was unlikely to take kindly to him having a girlfriend. But, she was now in a relationship herself and seemed fairly happy. If Belinda was happy, she generally cut him a lot of slack in his own love life. Apart from anything else, he was not prepared to let her ruin things for him this time. Daisy was too important to him.

Daisy could feel her eyes closing in the hot steam of the shower cubicle. It was nearly five am in the morning and she was physically and emotionally shattered. She pulled back and yawned. "I need to sleep," she said. 

Max smiled down at her. He felt pretty much the same way although if pushed, he could quite happily think about sex first. But he knew that it was not the right moment for that, they were both too tired.

Quickly they washed and climbed out of the shower, drying their bodies on two thick fluffy towels Max had pulled from the airing cupboard. Daisy's hair was wet but she could not be bothered to ask for a hair-dryer so she rubbed it dry as best she could with the towel. She just hoped like hell she didn't look like a scarecrow in the morning.

Bed was a blessed relief and Daisy turned her back on Max, allowing him to wrap his large body around her small frame like a comfortable glove. Within a very short space of time they were both fast asleep.

* * *

It was nearly midday when Max awoke, his mouth dry and his throat a little sore. The events of the previous night flooded back into his mind and he lay there thinking about everything, enjoying the feel of Daisy's body stretched out next to him.

His cock was hard and he could not resist stroking the gentle slope of her hip and thigh. To say she was a temptation was a vast understatement. With a soft sigh, she arched her back against him, inadvertently pushing her lush bottom into his raging erection.

Max groaned softly. He slid his hand up and cupped her breast, tweaking the erect nipple and rolling it between his finger and thumb. Her flesh felt so right in his hand, a perfect fit. 

Her legs parted and he pushed his cock between her thighs, almost gasping out loud at the sensation of his shaft slipping through the hot damp folds of her pussy. She was achingly wet and he had to bite his lip to prevent himself plunging into her with no preamble. 

Max stroked her slick sex and brushed over her clit, feeling how swollen and hard it was. Daisy's breathing became more ragged and her body arched against him, betraying her arousal. 

"Fuck me," she muttered softly and Max groaned at the invitation. He hadn't known she was awake, but now he did and there was no way he could not do as she asked. She tilted her bottom back and Max pushed inside her heated channel.

Her inner muscles gripped him tightly, pulsating around his cock like a tight velvet sheath. Cupping her breast, he began to move inside her, slowly enjoying the sensations he had dreamt about for so long.

Daisy pushed back into his hard cock, wanting, needing him to penetrate deeper than he already was. It was difficult at that angle so he rolled on top of her, supporting his weight above her slight body. 

His cock was still buried inside her and as she lay on her belly, he began to move again. He kissed the soft skin at the nape of her neck, inhaling the smell of soap as well as her own female scent. Her skin tasted sweet and he felt like he could eat her up, she was so edible. 

Max could feel his orgasm hovering nearby; he knew he was about to cum imminently. Reaching beneath her, he rubbed her clit, anxious to feel her climax around his cock. Daisy lifted her hips slightly, allowing him more room and moaned encouragement as he stroked her sensitive nub.

Her breathing grew harsh and her whole body tensed up for a split second. Max felt her pussy clamp down on him tightly before erupting into orgasmic spasms around his shaft. He thrust deeply inside her and in a few strokes he came hard, gasping his pleasure into the damp hair at the nape of her neck. 

Rolling to one side, Max lay silently catching his breath. He had not had such an intense orgasm for a long time. He felt utterly drained, but unbelievably happy. Suddenly all the unhappiness of the last few weeks vanished on a wave of euphoria. Daisy was here in his bed and everything was going to be okay. Or so he hoped...

Daisy rolled over and turned to face Max. Her body was nicely humming and despite all the inherent problems she faced, she had never felt more content. 

"I missed you," she whispered, kissing Max gently on the mouth. She still felt guilty for not trusting him enough and thereby jumping to the wrong conclusion when she overheard the phone call. 

"I missed you too..." Max replied with a silly grin on his face.

"Can we forget about the last few weeks since Yorkshire?" Daisy asked, silently thinking that maybe she wouldn't mention Mike anytime soon.

"I have amnesia. I remember nothing about the last few weeks," Max grinned, silently thinking that maybe he wouldn't mention a certain red haired Irish girl anytime soon.

"Good, we will start with a clean slate then. Today is the first day of the rest of our lives, okay? And, as we should start as we mean to go on, you are going to go and make me a cup of tea and some toast. Okay?" 

Max looked suitably outraged that he was being ordered around already. "I think that maybe it's the woman's job to look after her man..." he scolded with a mock frown. 

Daisy began to tickle his side and Max burst into helpless laugher. "Okay, okay! I give in... I will go and make the tea if you stop tormenting me!"

Daisy smiled triumphantly. Funny how something so good could have arisen from something so terrible, she reflected. Max climbed out of bed, slapping her bottom as he went and she giggled helplessly. The last vestiges of her emotional armour fell away and for the first time in a long time, Daisy actually felt like she could look forward to a future with somebody beside her. It felt good.

* * *

DC Harris called Daisy a few days later to inform her that a body had been pulled from the canal. It had not been formally identified yet, but unofficially it was Jack. It seemed whoever he had pissed off, had finally lost their patience. The Police did not seem all that surprised; DC Harris said that so far, there were no leads of inquiry as to who had killed Jack, but he would let her know if he had anything else to tell her.

Daisy was relieved to hear the news – it meant that she did not need to look over her shoulder any more. Jen was still in hospital and although Daisy had been to visit her once, they really had nothing to say anymore. Jen had betrayed her and Daisy was struggling to forget that. But Jen had her mum there at her side and Daisy knew Irene would look after her. 




Daisy Got Laid Ch. 10



She had Max and that was all she cared about. Nothing else mattered. Max felt the same way – he had never been so happy. He had no idea what the future held for either of them, but as long as they were together, he did not care.

* * *

The end.

Thanks go to all of you who have followed Daisy and Max from the beginning - I hope you enjoyed the tale! Your comments are always appreciated ~ rachlou