(Part One)
Pretty nurse Freya St David looked in the mirror and a Goddess with strawberry blonde hair looked back at her.
She stood barely five feet tall and was slender and pale.
Her skin was flushed pink like she was freshly scrubbed and on this occasion she was.
Freya was twenty eight years old to the very day but looked much younger and she was a first class flirt.
For the first time in years she was going out with her besties on her birthday.
The previous five years of birthdays had been spent with her ex-boyfriend.
But he was now history, and good riddance, she had suspected for some time that he was shagging her best friend then out of the blue he confessed to her one night.
From that moment on Freya took her pleasures where she found them.
Suffice was to say that the friend who betrayed her would not be celebrating her birthday with her that year or any other.
But despite it being her birthday she wasn’t her normal sparky self that day.
The first thing that brought her down was that she still hadn’t heard word one from Captain Hardman.
She had even paid a visit to her old patient Sergeant Lewis’s flat on the fifteenth floor of Gladstone Court to glean some information but there was no one home.
And the bloody lift wasn’t working again.
And the second thing that brought her down was the lead story on the evening news that said six British soldiers had been killed in Afghanistan.
Nonetheless Freya forced herself to go out and with the aid of alcohol she forced herself to enjoy it as well and with every single man she met she flirted outrageously.
But she had resolved before she left home that she wouldn’t be doing anything that night other than flirting that was her intention at any rate.
So for Freya’s twenty eighth birthday she was invited out with her best friends which started with a fabulous meal at a Lebanese Restaurant which had been named rather unimaginatively as Beirut.
None of them had eaten Lebanese before, so guided by the waiter they ordered the house special platter which consisted of a large range of meat, not at all unlike kebab meat but with much more sophisticated spicing.
They all enjoyed the meal very much and copious quantities of wine and after settling the bill they all headed to a club called the Pull Zone.
Freya decided she was going to put it to the test and see just how much of a “Pull Zone” it actually was and without the necessity of any prolonged exchanges of significant flirting she hooked Adrian.
Adrian wasn’t the best looking man she flirted with or the best dressed and his dancing left a lot to be desired but what made him her first choice was that he was obedient.
Whatever she asked him to do he did it without question and as a result she didn’t buy a drink for the rest of the night.
(Part Two)
Just on one o’clock though she was starting to flag and told everyone she was leaving, Adrian offered to walk her to the taxi rank, clearly hoping for a return on his not insignificant investment.
They were walking arm in arm down the high Street when Freya suddenly turned left without any warning.
“That’s the wrong way” Adrian said
“No it isn’t” she insisted
“It is” he said “the taxi rank is the other way”
“I need to spend a penny” she replied and walked across the church square until she got to some bushes.
“Wait there” she ordered
And Freya disappeared into the shrubbery where she squatted down pulled her knickers aside and relieved herself making a noise something akin to a racehorse pissing in a courtyard.
When she reappeared to where Adrian was standing he said
“Wow”
“Were you watching?” Freya asked
“Yes” he admitted
“Really?” She asked
“Yes” he repeated
“Well there’s hope for you yet Adrian” she said and dragged him into the bushes she had just come out of.
Freya backed up as far as she could, with her back flush to the church wall and kissed him, which he seemed to enjoy well enough, but much to her annoyance, he was a bit slow on the uptake and made no attempts to get to any of her interesting bits.
Eventually after a prolonged period of intense kissing she pulled her mouth away and said with some urgency
“Fell free to join in at any time you’re ready”
Adrian just looked at her blankly as he thought he was joining in.
“Don’t worry” she said and pushed him away to put some distance between them and first of all slipped her knickers off and then pulled her top up until it was under her chin and fully exposed her little titties.
“Have you ever heard of an “access all areas” pass?” she asked him.
Adrian nodded in the affirmative
“Well you have one sweetie” Freya said
After a moment Adrian’s blank expression lifted as it dawned on him that it was his birthday as well.
“Ah” he exclaimed as the penny dropped.
After that there was no holding him and he undid his trousers and waddled towards her like a penguin and then resumed the kissing before he got both of his hands up her skirt and grasped a buttock firmly in each hand and lifted her off the floor.
In response Freya wrapped her skinny legs around him and in a gracefully fluid motion he was inside her and they grunted and groaned in the darkness with the cheeks of Freya arse slapping on the granite in accompaniment to his efforts until he banged her to a mutually satisfactory conclusion.
They stayed in their conjoined position panting hard in the darkness for about a minute until Freya said
“I think I need to pee again now, and no you can’t watch”
She replaced her underwear and generally adjusted her apparel and they walked back to the high street where she kissed him goodnight and headed back to the club
“I thought we were going home” he said
“No I’ve got my second wind now” she shouted “Bye”
Which in plain English meant he was dumped, he had served his purpose, she could easily find someone else to buy her drinks.
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