Bad Decisions

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“Fuck, yes… harder!”Brigid pressed her ass back towards Kevin as he pounded her from behind. She felt his fingers gripping her hips, pulling her into him. Her tits hung down, swaying as she was pushed forward and back. Kevin’s hips slapped against her arse before he pulled her into him, held her there, shuddered and came. They had spent most of the morning fucking. There really wasn’t much else to do when you’d no money. Kevin climbed off her and headed for the bathroom, the condom still swinging between his legs. He reached down to pull it off and stopped as he glanced out the window.“There’s that fat fucker again.”“Who?” Brigid called from the bed.“Jimmy McGovern. Walking around like he’s god’s gift. Fuck knows why the Fleischer brothers trust him. I wouldn’t trust him as far as I could throw him.”“Trust him with what, babe?” Brigid called louder this time, trying to make herself heard over the sound of Kevin’s piss splashing in the toilet bowl.Kevin came back and crawled into bed beside her. “Trust him to be their money man.”Brigid looked confused so he continued.“Everyone around here pays protection money to the Fleischer Brothers. That way, no one robs them or burns down their shop or anything. Well, not as long as they continue paying. Anyway, Jimmy comes round to collect the payment. The Fleischers wouldn’t be seen dead handling the cash. Jimmy’s their go-between.”Kevin whistled.“I reckon Jimmy must carry close to a twenty grand by the time he’s got around everyone in his patch.”“I reckon you could get yourself killed taking twenty grand of someone else’s money.”Brigid kissed Kevin to distract him from thinking about Jimmy and the money but as she made her way down his chest, Kevin started outlining again how he could steal it. It was only when Brigid wrapped her lips around Kevin’s cock and started to suck that he finally shut up.The next week, Kevin and Brigid leant on the balcony railings, watching the bustle on the street below, waiting for Jimmy to appear.“How do you know he carries all the money? What’s to stop him from handing it over to the Fleischers while they park up in a car around the corner and wait for him?”“Because,” Kevin answered, “the Fleischers don’t want to be anywhere near any dodgy dealings. They both spent time in prison when they were younger. The story is that Eddie in particular had such a rough time, on account of his boyish good looks, that he doesn’t ever want to go back inside.”They were both silent as they watched Jimmy turn the corner and head into Mr Patel’s newsagents. Jimmy was only inside a couple of minutes before coming back out again. Brigid’s eyes were fixed on the briefcase he was carrying.“So… what does Jimmy do with the money? You reckon that’s what’s in the case?”“My guess is, he takes it to their club. You know, the Voodoo lounge. I reckon he delivers it to them there.”They watched Jimmy head into the Phone repair shop.“Your guess?”“Only one way to find out,” Kevin laughed as he got dressed and headed off to follow Jimmy.—Brigid lay on her back and stared at the ceiling, listening to Kevin snoring beside her. He’d come back from trailing Jimmy all fired up. He’d fucked her like a man possessed, in between explaining that Jimmy toured all the shops and stalls. How he took the payments then went to a lockup in an alleyway just off Kenning Road. He was only inside for a few minutes before coming out without the suitcase he’d been carrying all day. Kevin was convinced the money was in the suitcase and Jimmy had left it there. Jimmy had gone and visited his mother in the old folks home a couple of streets away, then went back to the lockup around seven o’clock that evening. He collected the suitcase and walked to the Voodoo Lounge on Cuffe Street. Kevin had followed Jimmy inside and seen him head upstairs. Ten minutes later, Jimmy was back downstairs.“And how come it took you two hours after Jimmy left before you came home?” Brigid asked, eyes blazing. Everyone knew the Voodoo Lounge was little more than a strippers bar and knocking shop. She straddled him. “Are these not good enough for you?”Kevin blushed as Brigid shook her tits in his face. “Did you fuck some scrawny whore when you were there?”Kevin grabbed her and spun her around so Brigid was flat on her back. He was bursa escort on top of her and inside her in seconds.“The only whore I’ve been fucking is you,” he growled.Brigid wrapped her legs around his back.“Good,” she giggled, to be quickly replaced by “Fuckkkk” as he began to move hard and fast, thrusting into her for the second time that evening.But now, in the cold light of dawn, Brigid could see the flaws in Kevin’s plan. He’d acted like he was Ronnie Biggs planning the great train robbery when in reality, he was going to sneak up behind Jimmy in the lock-up, whack him over the head and run off with the briefcase.Brigid shook her head. The stupid fuck is going to get himself killed, she thought.And then it came to her. All she really needed to do was get into that lockup first.—She’d heard Kevin say that Jimmy could be found most evenings in the Alleyman’s bar. It was a rundown pub which had a mixed clientele of locals and students. When Brigid pushed open the door that evening, she found the place was filling up nicely. She was glad about that. it’d be much harder to pull her plan off if the place was empty.Jimmy was sitting at the bar with a pint of lager and a whiskey chaser in front of him. She squeezed her way through the crowd to the bar and aimed for the slight space right beside him. She totally blanked Jimmy, pretending to keep all her intention on the barman but allowing Jimmy a good look down her low-cut top. Finally, she turned and spoke to Jimmy. “For fucks sake, what does a girl have to do around here to get a drink?”“Here, pet, allow me.” Jimmy smiled at her. “Oi, Alan,” Jimmy roared. “Can you get this lady what she wants?”Immediately the barman was over and taking Brigid’s order. “Thank you so much,” Brigid simpered, stepping a little closer to Jimmy and giving him the puppy dog eyes treatment. After that, Jimmy was like putty in Brigid’s hands. With a little press of her knee against his thigh here, a giggle and a play with her hair there, Brigid gave as good an impression of a ditzy blonde student as her brunette hair allowed. She’d worn a low-cut top with no bra and the shortest skirt she could find. Soon, she’d realised that Jimmy could be related to an octopus, the way there seemed to be a hand constantly stroking her leg or trying to slip up inside her skirt.He wasn’t really a looker. He probably had been in his day, but age, drink, and a few punches too many had caught up with him. His black hair was slicked back in a greasy quiff and the aftershave wasn’t quite strong enough to mask the whiff of body odour when he waved his arms about.The landlord rang the bell to signal the bar was closing. She knocked back yet another vodka and coke that Jimmy had lined up for her. Then she made her move.She placed her hand on Jimmy’s crotch, feeling the hardness through his trousers. She looked into his eyes, biting her lip as she watched his expression change. It was like all his Christmases had come at once.“I think we should go somewhere a bit quieter,” she whispered and kissed him, tasting the cigarette smoke and the alcohol on his breath as she brushed her lips over his mouth. She broke the kiss, and, slowly walking backwards, tugged her top up to give him a quick flash of her tits.“Are you coming then?” she giggled, then turned and headed for the door. She had the keys to Kevin’s Mum’s flat in her pocket. She’d promised to call in and water the plants while she was away in Majorca for a fortnight. Now, it seemed the perfect place to bring Jimmy. She didn’t want Kevin turning up and ruining everything.Jimmy lifted a bottle of vodka from behind the bar as they left the pub and they walked, arm in arm back to the flat. No one seemed to notice or care about them as they walked through the arcade of closed shops, past the graffiti artists and the boys with the flyposters going about their work.When she unlocked the door, Jimmy walked straight in ahead of her and headed to the kitchen. She worried for a second he’d been here before, then remembered that all the flats on the estate had the same layout.Jimmy had poured the vodka into two glasses he’d taken from the cupboard and she grimaced as the neat spirit burned the back of her throat. Then he was all over her again, repeating his octopus act bursa escort bayan from earlier. As she guided him to the bedroom, he’d her top yanked up and his hands were pawing at her tits. She reached down and undid his belt. She wriggled her way out of his grasp and crouched between his legs.The Y-fronts smelt of piss but she held her nose and tugged them down. His cock was semi-flaccid, nestled in a bed of dark brown pubes. She pulled the foreskin back, relieved it was at least clean and kissed the tip.He groaned and ran his fingers through her hair. She swallowed and took more of him into her mouth. She sucked on the head as she wanked his shaft, feeling him grow in her mouth. Her eyes widened. He was a grow-er rather than a show-er. His cock swelled and started to fill her mouth. With his trousers and pants around his ankles, she ran her tongue along his shaft, gazing up at him, checking to see what he was doing.When he closed his eyes and leant his head back, she slipped her hand into his trousers pocket and pulled out the keys. Making loud slurping and moaning noises to cover any sounds, she quietly slid the keys under the bed. She stood up, pulled her knickers down and got on the bed on all fours, wiggling her ass at him. She thought that at least if he took her from behind, she wouldn’t have to look at his face whilst he fucked her. She felt the bed sag as he climbed on behind her. He’d obviously considered the vodka shot as foreplay as he pushed his cock into her. She got another whiff of body odour as he leant over her, his stomach pressed into her back.It was almost dawn by the time Jimmy had collapsed, exhausted and fallen asleep. Brigid felt she’d been thoroughly used and abused as he’d taken her every which way at least twice.Brigid pretended to be still asleep when Jimmy eventually eased himself out of bed. A hint of morning sunlight came in through the gap in the curtains. She watched him through half-closed eyes as he pulled on his trousers and opened the bedroom door.She lay back on the bed and shuddered as the memories of the night before came back. She felt a dull ache between her legs from when he’d taken her with all the finesse of a rutting bull.Once she heard the front door close, she slipped out of bed and scrabbled around under the bed. Her fingers clasped around the key ring and she was up and dressed and out the door in less than thirty seconds.She stood watching impatiently as the key cutter made a copy of every key on Jimmy’s keyring. She didn’t know how long it would take Jimmy to realise he’d lost his keys and begin to retrace his steps. She was only back in bed a few minutes before there was a hammering on the door. She pulled on an old tee shirt she occasionally used as a nightshirt and went to answer the door, making sure to wake up her nipples so they poked through the navy cotton before she opened the door.Jimmy barged straight in, pausing momentarily to take in the hard nipples, before telling her he’d lost his keys.“Maybe they fell out of your pocket when your trousers hit the floor,” she giggled, turning to head to the bedroom, letting Jimmy watch her ass sway as he followed her. She got down on her knees, making sure Jimmy had a great view as she pretended to search for the keys under the bed.“Here they are,” she called, turning and smiling up at him, holding out his set of keys.He snatched the keys from her hand.“You are one fucking cock tease,” he growled. “If I wasn’t late already, I’d…”“You’d do what?” she whispered, standing up and pressing herself against him. She could feel the bulge in his trousers throbbing.“Fuck you,” Jimmy snapped. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her face towards him. After a long smouldering kiss, he tugged her hair, snapping her head back.“You’re a fucking cock tease,” he growled before turning and leaving the flat.Brigid grinned as she picked up the new set of Jimmy’s keys and walked back into the bedroom.Now she had Jimmy’s keys, all she had to do was wait for pay day.—Kevin was up at the crack of dawn and paced the room, waiting for Jimmy to appear. Even Brigid offering herself to him didn’t distract him from the plan. He got Brigid to go over it again and again.“I know the plan, Kevin. It’s not fucking rocket science.”“Just escort bursa tell me where you’ll be?”“I’ll be parked around the corner from the lockup. You’ll phone me when Jimmy is heading there. I’ll park at the end of the lane with the engine running. You’ll run to me from the lockup and I’ll drive off with you and the money.”“Good girl.”Kevin kissed her on the forehead.“You’ll be careful, won’t you?” Her big brown eyes gazed up at him.“I’ll be careful. I won’t kill him. I’ll just knock him out, grab the case and run.”Kevin’s Mum had said they could borrow the car if needed, so now Brigid was parked across the road from the alleyway waiting for Jimmy and Kevin to show up. Kevin was supposed to follow Jimmy from a safe distance. As Jimmy headed down the laneway to the lockup, Kevin slipped into the passenger seat. They watched him come back out of the laneway two minutes later. He didn’t have the briefcase with him.Kevin kissed Brigid one last time.“You go and park up somewhere. I’ll follow Jimmy again and phone you when he’s on his way back. You’ll be waiting, yeah?”Brigid nodded, whispered “I love you” and watched as Kevin headed off down the road after Jimmy. She waited for them both to disappear around the corner. She checked both ways before crossing the road. She fumbled for the keys and put a key into the padlock. It didn’t fit. She tried a second, then a third. “Fuckkkk,” she hissed. Her palms were sweating. Finally, the fourth key slid in and with a twist, the lock opened.After one final glance around, she slipped into the lockup. An ageing Ford Cortina took up most of the space. It was missing its wheels and one door lay propped against the wall. She quickly looked around. She couldn’t see the briefcase anywhere.“Come on,” she thought. “He wasn’t in here that long.” She searched a couple of the shelves but there was nothing there. She looked around again, trying to visualise a good place to leave a suitcase. A row of filing cabinets caught her eye. She crouched down and opened the bottom drawer. There it was.Quickly lifting it out, she prayed it wasn’t locked. She flicked the catches with her thumbs and up they popped. When she lifted the lid, her stomach twisted in knots. There were bundles of bank notes. Piles of tens and twenties wrapped up with elastic bands. She’d never seen so much money.She scooped the bundles out of the briefcase and piled them up on a workbench. Then, she filled the briefcase with the cut-up pieces of an old newspaper she’d prepared the night before. Once the briefcase was back in the bottom drawer of the filing cabinet and the money was safely stowed in her bag, she carefully locked up and walked back to the car whilst trying to look as casual as possible. She drove home and went to the bedroom. She had a memento box on a shelf inside the wardrobe. She got it down and hid the money in it before putting it back. She figured it was maybe not the best hiding place, but it would do for now.It seemed like hours before her phone dinged and the simple message “On his way” appeared on the screen.She parked in the same place as before. The plan was that once Kevin headed to the lockup, she’d drive to the end of the laneway and wait with the engine running. She watched Jimmy turn the corner and head down the laneway. She saw Kevin follow him. She started the engine, drove to the end of the laneway and waited. It was starting to get dark but she could see the doors of the lockups clearly enough. She waited.The lockup door burst open and Kevin was running down the lane. She got ready to drive off as soon as Kevin was in the car. Then the door crashed open again and Jimmy came running out after him.She wound the window down and shouted.“Run Kevin, he’s behind you.”Kevin flung the door open and Brigid had her foot on the accelerator and they were speeding away before he had the door closed. Brigid could see Jimmy standing at the entrance to the laneway, looking after them as they drove off;“Woohoo,” Kevin drummed his hands on the briefcase.“What the fuck, Kevin? Why was he chasing you? What happened?”“Mustn’t have hit him hard enough,” Kevin laughed. “Stupid fucker heard me as I stepped up behind him.”He turned and looked back down the empty road behind them.“Still, we got away with it anyway.”Brigid nodded and bit her lip, concentrating, thinking, waiting.“FUUUUCCCKKKKK!”Kevin’s scream reverberated around the car as soon as he opened the briefcase. Brigid stole a quick glance across as Kevin crumpled up the pieces of newspaper.

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