Heather's Busy Week Pt. 07

By Limey Lady

Deliberately avoiding lovey-dovey relationships, Heather’s spell at university has been enjoyable indeed. Of course it helps that her looks and to-die-for body attract lusty admiration from nearly everyone she ever meets.

Now, late April, she is into the final term of her three year course. She is about to be awarded a coveted “starred first” and believes she is highly experienced in every bedroom game ever invented; highly experienced and almost (but not quite) sated. If it wasn’t for her overactive libido, she might even consider having a couple of months of celibacy, to further her final revision.

Unfortunately, as well as being blessed with a huge libido, Heather is also blessed with the ability to get into pickles and scrapes. In fact she can be a bit of a Jonah. So far she’s usually managed to keep bad luck out of her undergraduate carrying ons. But she’s not to know what lies in wait for her over the next seven days.

During the busiest week of her life, Heather finds herself confronting drug dealers and undergoing police interrogation. She also finds time to take seven different lovers, all of them more than just once, some of them on multiple occasions.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Limey Lady
• Release date: Jul 7, 2016
• ISBN: 9781311987266

Limey Lady

Here's a confession for you: I'm not sure if "Limey Lady" is a pseudonym or my alter ego. Back in 2016, when she came into being, she was definitely a nom de plume. Now, however, I am not so sure.As background, I have always written stories but, up to 2009, writing took a backseat, way behind the demands of my family and career. Then a life-changing medical condition . . . well, it changed everything for and about me. Suddenly I had/have time to spare. Suddenly I was/am churning out tale after tale.I was born in York but brought up in West Yorkshire, in part of the Aire Valley often described as "Bronte Country". I must say, though, that although most of my stories are set locally, they have little in common with the fine works of Charlotte, Emily and Anne. So far my output can be divided into two: long stories featuring ne'er-do-wells, guns and some violence . . . and shorter stories featuring "liberated" women who rarely do what they're supposed to do.Limey Lady was created to be the author of the short stuff. But the longer novels all include feisty, uncooperative females - much like her characters - so I'm going to put her name to both as I publish on Smashwords.Watch this space . . .

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Heather’s Busy Week Pt. 07

By LimeyLady

Copyright M C Woolridge (writing as LimeyLady), 2016

Distributed by Smashwords

All characters and events in this publication,

other than those clearly in the public domain,

are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons,

living or dead, is purely coincidental.

Table of Contents

Chapter Seventeen - Face-to-face with Spider

Chapter Eighteen - A night with Naz

Chapter Nineteen - Happy endings?

Author’s note

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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

(Thursday, 25th April 2002)

Spider got out of his car and walked around it, propping himself on the bonnet. What with him and the BMW, the girls’ exit was effectively barred. And the drug dealer would have made an imposing barrier by himself. He was wearing knee-length shorts and a Gold’s Gym muscle shirt. On anyone else the logo might have seemed pretentious or wildly optimistic; on him it seemed quite appropriate. As well as tattoos on his tattoos, he really did have muscles on his muscles. Heather wondered if he sold steroids as well as cocaine and heroin.

‘Hello, hello,’ he said mildly. ‘What’s all this then?’

‘We’re taking Carrie home,’ said Naz, getting in there before Heather could snarl at him.

‘Carrie.’ Spider chuckled. ‘So that’s her name.’

‘You bastard,’ Naz spat. Then, not satisfied with the strength of that insult: ‘You fucking rapist bastard!’

‘Rapist?’ He laughed. ‘She collared me in the street, asking if I’d seen Charlie. When I said he was at home in bed, she suggested a threesome.’

‘Look,’ Heather put in, surprising herself with her diplomatic tone. ‘Whatever Carrie’s been up to isn’t my business. But I’m sure she was willing enough. My friend is a bit upset, that’s all. And Carrie’s obviously had enough for one day. Don’t you think it’s time she went home?’

‘Does she want to go home?’

‘Of course she does.’

‘Oh yeah?’ Spider grinned unpleasantly. ‘Ask her then. See what she says.’

Heather and Naz simultaneously looked at Carrie. Her eyes were open now, but it didn’t look like anyone was home. If there had been something going on behind the blinds a short while ago, whatever it was had taken deep cover.

‘She told us earlier,’ Heather lied.

‘Like fuck she did,’ said Spider. ‘Carrie loves the ups but can’t take the downs. She’s been weeping and begging all day. Give me more. Give me more and then fuck me and fuck me again. She’s quite a case, is Carrie. I had to get help in at one stage.’

‘You fucking bastard!’

Heather glared at Naz. She completely agreed with her sentiment, but this wasn’t the time or place to express it. Naz blanked her, her attention fully focussed on Spider.

‘You’ve given her H, haven’t you? She’s got a coke problem and you’ve made it ten fucking times worse.’

‘I told her up front,’ Spider said levelly. ‘I didn’t have Charlie. We could go powerballing, if she wanted, but I didn’t have straight coke. She was okay with that. Actually, she was more than okay. She nagged and nagged while I tried to go about my business. In the end I knocked off early and brought her here. Shoving my cock in her gob was the only way to shut her up. And she could have left anytime she wanted. Was she chained to the bed when you found her?’

‘No,’ Naz retorted, ‘she was zapped out of her skull. And she must have been zapped to want to fuck you, you fucking disgrace. Zapped and desperate to score.’

Heather winced. ‘Look,’ she said, diplomatic again. ‘Let’s not fall out. Carrie’s had her hit and you’ve had your fun. We’ll just be on our way . . .’

‘No you won’t.’ Spider got off the bonnet and flexed his already bulging muscles, making his shirt ripple. The web on his neck fluttered too, as if caught in a breeze. ‘I don’t want her to go yet. And I don’t