to other people, but it had never actually happened to him. And he'd never dreamt it might happen with a girl like this...
She stopped walking and turned towards him, pushing her body against his. She ripped open his shirt.
'Here?' he asked. 'You dirty bitch...!'
'This is how I like it,' she hissed in his ear. He could smell the booze on her breath. Somehow that made it more sordid and more exciting.
Newbury was in danger of becoming too fired-up and turned on to perform. Staying in control was getting more difficult every time she touched him or kissed him or... she pushed him back hard against the wall and kissed him again, chewing on his lips and forcing her tongue deep into his mouth. He shoved his hand down the back of her skirt and pulled her even closer. In response she undid his trouser zip, slid her hand inside and slipped her fingers around his drunken erection. She held it firmly but gently and teased it out of his trousers and towards her.
'Get your knickers off,' he gasped in a momentary pause between frantic bites and kisses.
'What knickers?' she whispered in his ear as she hitched her tight skirt up around her waist. Still locked together they rolled to the side until she was the one with her back to the wall. 'Come on,' she moaned, desperate for him, 'give it to me.'
Newbury shuffled into position and tried to slide into her. It was awkward and rough. The booze had affected both of their coordination. She gasped with sudden pleasure as his full length finally disappeared inside her.
'I'll give it to you, you dirty slut,' he promised as he forced himself deeper still. She looked up to the sky and bit her lip, trying not to make any noise but at the same time desperate to scream out loud.
'Harder,' she hissed.
He began to thrust his body against hers, forcing her back against the wall again and again.
'Hard enough for you?' he asked, staring deep into her wide grey eyes.
'Just fuck me,' she gasped between thrusts.
'Hard enough?' he hissed again through clenched teeth.
Then she stopped.
She let go of him.
'What's the matter?' he asked, concerned. 'Did I hurt you? What did I do?'
The expression on her face changed from pleasure to fear in an instant. She pushed him off and backed away from him, pulling her skirt down and tripping back across the alley.
'What's going on?' he asked again. 'What's the matter with you?'
She didn't answer. She kept moving away, shuffling deeper into the shadows. He continued to move towards her. She tried to speak but she couldn't. 'Don't...' was all she could mumble.
'What the fucking hell's going on?' he demanded. 'You're mental, you are. One minute you're all over me, now you're pushing me away. Is this how you get your kicks? You're a fucking prick-teaser. You're a dirty fucking bitch.'
Still staggering backwards her foot kicked against the edge of a plastic crate filled with empty glass bottles. She instinctively leant down, picked up one of the bottles by its neck and smashed it against the brick wall behind her.
His reactions dulled by drink, Newbury stood and watched her.
'Now what are you doing? You're fucking crazy, you are. What the fucking hell do you think you're doing? I'm not...'
He didn't finish his sentence. She ran at him and shoved the broken bottle deep into his stomach. It sliced through his cotton shirt and plunged into his flesh. She pulled the bottle out and then shoved it into him again, this time lower, the jagged edge almost severing the bottom third of his still exposed but now completely flaccid penis. Then a third strike as she sunk the razor-sharp glass into his neck.
She turned and ran and was out of the alley before he'd hit the ground.
There were more of them out there, thousands more.
She had to keep running.
Chapter Ten
Sometimes the thought of work is worse than the reality. All things considered, today at the office was just about bearable. After everything I'd seen and heard over the weekend I'd expected to have to fight my way into work through crowds of people battling with each other on the streets. Apart from a few broken windows and some other slight damage everything looked and felt disappointingly normal. The city centre was quiet for a Monday and the office was too.
I'm glad to be home. I can see the apartment block at the end of the road now. As usual there are