Vince's 50th Birthday Party ( Part 4). The End

Last part. Graham is not a happy man....

 

Sue

Vince’s leg pins the toilet door open as soon as I unlock it. He squeezes inside, all Salem’s Lot blood-shot eyes and backs the toilet door shut behind him.

‘I’ve come to spend some time with you Sue. I ‘ve seen Gray all over Cindy and I think you need a good slap of a mickey. You need a good shag.’ Spit stains are dried in the corner of his mouth. He isn’t mincing his words. He’s clearly off his head.

‘You’re off your face, Vince. Chewing the cud, winking, the lot. Someone’ll come in in a minute. Don’t make a fool of yourself, mate. I know you’ve had a skinful, but that fumble was years back. Move out the way, I want to check on Cin.’

‘Listen up Sue, I haven’t finished. You see, I remember them tits. I wouldn’t mind rattling your big bones tonight. Seen you’re wearing them skimpy knickers under there. Still see-through, like you used to wear?’

‘Fuck off you dirty pervert.’ Cin said Vince was all talk and no action, but suddenly I don’t know.  Vince is a fucking big guy and he likes his own way.

He’s ignored me and started opening his fly. His waist is at face level because I’m sitting on the edge of the loo seat. His dick stands out like a candle, veiny and ugly. The end is like a soldier’s helmet, purple, the slit in the top’s gaping, oval and open, glinting silver. His hands home in, rubbing at my tits like a hungry baby, his eyes are closed in feeding mode. This is flight or fight. I roll my eyes upwards, shoot a seductive glance at Vince and lower my head towards his dick, mouth open wide. Vince lets out a gasp as I close my mouth over his dick end then bite my teeth deeply into his bell end  and clamp on tight. Vince lets out a donkey’s bray.  He howls and he howls like a dropped newborn, squinting his pinned eyes closed with the pain, curling down to his knees in front  of me. There is a distinct taste of metal in my mouth. I suddenly feel sober as I spit, the smell of sticky pre-ejaculatory fluid on my lips.  I remembered Vince biting my tits all those years ago, the molesting bastard. ‘It was flight or bite, Vin, flight or bite.’ The exterior door swings open and someone walks in to the toilets.

 ‘Sue, you in here, babe? You’re not locked in are you, you wally?’

‘Graham, get me out of this bog, please. There’s a problem. And the problem’s Vince.’

 

 

Graham.

Jesus, it stinks in these woman’s bogs. I thought they were supposed to smell like perfume and roses, this one smells like a stink bombs gone off at Debenhams perfume counter!

 What on earth is that noise? Sounds like a dog’s being tortured.

“Sue, you in here babe?”

‘Graham, get me out of this bog, please. There’s a problem. And the problem’s Vince.’

Did she say Vince.? What the fuck’s he doing in here?

“Are you pissed Sue? Did you say you’re in there with Vince?”

“Yeh, he’s in a mess Gray. Tried to feel me up. Got his cock out and put it in my mouth. I bit it!”

“He did what? Bastard!”

No one, and I mean no one, takes advantage of my Sue. The toilet door flies open and Sue runs out. Vince’s on his knees clutching his privates. Crying his eyes out.

“Gray, I’m sorry mate, I’m so fucking sorry. I was only messing about. It’s the powder. It makes me do silly things.”

He stands up. I notice the claret dripping from his fingers.

He’s my best mate but…. I throw a straight right hand, catches him full on. I can feel bone hit knuckle. His nose seems to explode in slow motion and he falls back against the toilet system. The booze, the coke, the punch, have all taken their toll. He’s out cold.

I turn round and look at Sue, she’s just standing there shivering. I give her a cuddle.

“You alright babe?”

“Yeh just a bit shaken. Lets go home Gray.”

Oh no, not yet.There’s just one more thing I want before we leave. I lean over to Vince and open up his jacket. I take out the wallet from his inside pocket. It’s full of twenties. I count out six hundred quid then throw the rest back at him.

“That’s what you owe me, plus a years interest. Now were even.”

I notice something shiny on the tiled floor. It’s a metal stud covered in blood. I start to laugh.

“You’ve only gone and ripped out his cock stud Sue.”

“What you talking about?”

“ Don't worry babe, I’ll tell you later when we’re indoors. Come on let’s go home.”

 

Sue

You see, that’s the thing with me and Graham. He can be an absolute arsehole, but if anybody crosses me, he’ll lay them out like tiger skin.  That’s my man. He’s nursing a whiskey in his good hand and I’m swabbing his swollen punching hand with diluted TCP. 

‘You look as though you’ve got five satsumas for fingers, Gray. You don’t think he’ll grass you up, do you?’

‘Grass me up? Sue, Vince’s bent as the Hunchback of Notre Dame. It’ll take him the best part of a week to get back up to standing. Did you see the state of him? One punch, clean out.’ He raises the victory fist with his working hand.

‘Don’t gloat, Gray. Violence is nothing to be proud of. I’m so ashamed that I bit him. But that money you took? What’s all that about.’

‘He tried to molest you, Sue. You did what you fucking well had to, the bastard. The money? He owes me, Sue. That’s all you need to know, babe.’ He taps his nose with his bad hand, it’s less secrecy, more bear paw swiping at wasp.

‘Why would anyone have a stud in their dick? It must be agony. I thought studs were for ears and noses? Doesn’t it hurt constantly?’

‘That’s the point, Sue. Vince’s involved with some dark, dark stuff, S&M, torture chambers, the lot. Punters pay him cash for hardcore pain. It’s an underworld of the worst sexual things you can imagine and then some. Vince’s the man at the centre, the man that says yes. I usually think each bloke to his own and leave him to his seedy world, but he overstepped the mark.’

Suddenly, Vince’s tit biting makes sense. ‘I’d never have guessed! Mind you, Cindy told me he likes to bite her tits in bed. God, can you imagine that? It makes us look tame, doesn’t it! Gray, are you ok? You’ve gone really pale. Is the pain getting at you? Vince – you’ve never, you know, been involved with any of that?’

‘Sue, of course I haven’t. I’m fine, babe, I’ll be fine. Bit knackered after giving Vince a belting. Pour me another Scotch, babe.’

‘I wonder what happened to poor Cin.’

‘God knows. She started to piss me off. All that diving on my back and making bird noises. It was when she started to cluck gobbledy-gook to the ‘Birdie Song’, she looked more like a turkey about to lay an egg than a bird. I just left her to it. Anyway, babe, I think you owe your white knight a good seeing to, don’t you?’

‘Yeah, damn right. Graham, all this talk about S&M, it’s made me think we need to be abit more adventurous. You know, what with Valentine’s night coming up, as well.

‘I’m game, babe. What you got in mind?’

‘Well. It’s abit off the wall, actually. Do you fancy dressing up as love hearts?’

‘No thanks, Sue. That’s plain bonkers.’

‘It’s not as bonkers as that time we dressed up as legless Aunt Maude and her home carer, is it? Can’t you remember me spoon feeding you apple puree – smothering you in all that Sudocreme?  Go on Gray, you look hot in red.’ I hold up some scarlet tights and a heart-shaped sandwich board. There’s an alarm clock pendant as well.

‘Oh, the things I do for you, Sue Mitchell. Pass the tights, then. You’ll have to give me a hand getting them on with these bad knuckles. Sue, babe?’

‘Yeah, Gray?’

‘I’m not wearing that fucking ticking analogue clock round my neck, though. It’s one step too far into cuckoo land.’