“Your boyfriend’s a terrific shag, isn’t he? It’s ten years at least since I came like that.”
Mimi hid her head in her hands.
“Miranda.” John’s voice was harsh and laboured. “Care to join us? Lula here likes licking pussy, or so she says. Come and spread yourself for her.”
“Fuck you,” mumbled Mimi from behind her wall of self-imposed darkness.
“Oh, I’m getting plenty of that. And so are the girls. Eh, Lula? How is that for you?”
“Fucking amazing,” panted Lula. “Keep going.”
Mimi struggled to her feet. “Don’t mind me. I’m going to bed.”
“Stay!” John ordered, and he sounded so fierce and resolute that Mimi halted in her tracks. “Watch.”
She teetered on the verge of vomiting, watching John give Lula a carpet-burn-garnering seeing-to. He thrust until Lula began to squeal, the loud excitable whoops that had been her vocal trademark, then he put his fingers on her clit and fingered her through the orgasm, taking his own pleasure once the unholy rac
ket had died away.
“Good,” said John, pulling out and briskly smacking her bottom. “Now go and lick Ros while I watch. Mimi, come here. Come and see what you’re missing.”
“You’re sick.”
“Are you prudish, Mimi? I didn’t think you were the type.”
“I know what you’re doing, and it won’t work. I’m not jealous. Just disgusted.”
“Disgusted? Okay, girls, that’s enough. Bored now.”
John stood and pulled Lula off Ros, the columnist, who cried in outrage at having her pleasant interlude interrupted.
“Get dressed. Go home.”
“But I thought…”
Whatever Lula had thought was clearly of no interest to John, who was already calling a cab.
“You used us!” Ros exclaimed, quivering with rage.
John did no more than nod peremptorily, looking up from the phone.
“She was right all along. You are a charlatan. But you’re messing with the wrong lady. I’ll expose you.”
John brushed a hand down his naked body towards his still half-erect cock, as if to say, Isn’t this exposed enough for you? He ended the call.
“Thanks for the sex,” he said, pointing to the door. “Ta ta for now.”
“I pity you.” Ros shuddered dramatically as she swept past Mimi and picked up her discarded clothes.
“So do I,” replied Mimi. “I pity me.”
“It’s a shame,” said Lula, apparently less devastated than the older woman. “That was a top shag, like. Still, easy come, easy go. Maybe some other time.”
John inclined his head with a raffish smile.
“Unlikely,” he said, with a note of regret. “Good evening.”
Once they were dressed and gone, he turned to Mimi.