Page 127 of The Man Upstairs

Before we knew it, the early hours were upon us. The girls were into the realms of giggling drunks, which was deliciously uplifting, and Peter and I had consumed almost a whole bottle of Scotch between us.

“Time to go,” Peter said, finally, and Lola didn’t argue as he called a taxi.

She gave Rosie a huge hug when it was due to pull up outside.

“That was amazing, thanks. See you on Monday.”

Their hug lasted for ages, both of them swaying and clutching each other tight. Rosie virtually leapt into Peter’s arms to say goodbye, as Lola leapt into mine, without hesitation. I looked at Rosie’s arms around Peter’s neck, squeezing in the way I knew. Her eyes were sparkling as she thanked him for coming, and he was still beaming as he gave me a slap on the back and shook my hand.

“Was ace, Julian, thanks so much.”

“See you soon!” Rosie said, as she waved them off from the front door.

The neighbours would be despising me even more after this week. Drunk guests leaving, and a hundred heavy deliveries coming up the stairs. In my drunken state, I found it humorous.

Rosie’s arms were ready for my neck next. I lifted her up, and she wrapped her legs around my waist, holding on to me like a koala bear as I walked us through to the kitchen for another drink.

“You’re amazing,” she said with a giggle and a slur.

“And you’re drunk.”

“Yeah. I like it.”

“Like being trashed on wine?”

She looked at me with a beautiful humour as she nodded.

“Yeah, I guess so. Guilty.”

“It seems Lola enjoys a few wines, too.”

“Wine and your chapters… she thought they were mega hot.”

“So I heard.” I poured another whisky with her still in my arms. “I expect Peter will be getting the benefits of that later, if she isn’t so trashed she falls asleep as soon as they’re in through the door.”

“Nah, she won’t be. Wine makes her horny.”

“And how about you?” I bounced her up and down against me. “Is your pussy nice and wet after your drinking session?”

“My pussy isalwaysnice and wet when it’s around you.”

She took my whisky shot from my hand and downed it, then smacked her lips. Oh, yes. She was definitely drunk and horny, and my cock was already straining. I’d been thinking about her cunt for hours, seeing the twinkle in her eyes as she shared my written filth with her new friend.

I didn’t bother pouring another whisky. Instead, I took her back through and placed her butt on the dining table next to my laptop.

“Do you think they’ll be acting some of this out?” I asked her, gesturing to the screen.

She nodded. “Yep. For sure. She loves all of it. Even the whisk.”

“Really?”

Rosie beamed at me. “Yeah. They’ll be trying that out, and who knows? Lola might have slut written on her in marker pen in the morning.”

I pulled Rosie’s dress up so hard it almost tore. She still haddirty bitchscrawled on her stomach from earlier.

“I should have showed her this,” she giggled. “You could have lent them a marker pen and we could have compared styles. Like an art class.”

She was joking, but it sparked a fire in my gut.