The Border Part Three by Amy Cross Read Free Book Online Page A

schoolfriend Candy Carver. According to Candy, Tom was one of the sleaziest guys around.
    “I heard there was a new girl working here,” he said with a broad smile, as his eyes moved down her body, getting a good look and taking in every detail. “I must say, I approve.”
    “Drinks for Mr. Crutchlow,” the barman said suddenly, sliding a tray toward Katie. Their eyes met for a moment before he headed back to the other end of the bar.
    “Getting the old man his usual, huh?” Tom asked. “That’s good. If there’s one thing you need to learn right off the bat around this place, it’s that you’ve gotta keep Mr. Crutchlow happy if you want to last. I don’t know how he’s done it, but somehow he’s managed to position himself as the life and soul of this place. Impressive for an older guy, yeah?” He stepped closer, until his large, erect penis was almost touching her thigh. “Have you noticed that no matter how loud the music is, you can always hear Mr. Crutchlow’s laugh?”
    “I should -”
    “Just listen for a moment,” he continued. “Just listen.”
    She opened her mouth to tell him she had to go, but suddenly she realized he was right. Despite the pounding music that filled the room, she could hear Mr. Crutchlow’s distinctive laugh drifting across from the far side of the club. She frowned, trying to work out how that was even possible, but suddenly she felt something brushing the nipple of her right breast, and she looked down to see that Tom’s fingers were touching her.
    “Do you hear?” he asked, staring down at her breast. After a moment, his fingers brushed against a mole on the side. “That’s pretty,” he continued. “You know, I’ve seen you about town, up on the -”
    “No,” she replied, interrupting him as a hint of panic filled her chest, “rules, remember?”
    “Yeah, but -”
    “You can’t mention things that happen above-ground,” she continued, fighting the urge to step away from him. “Not down here. It’s not allowed. Just like when you’re above-ground, you can’t mention things that happen down here. It’s one of the most important rules of The Border.”
    “Sure, but -”
    “Rules are rules.”
    He stared at her for a moment. “That’s good,” he said finally. “You passed the test. I wanted to see if you understood.”
    “I do.”
    “You have another mole here,” he replied, ignoring her words as he ran a finger down her belly, almost to her crotch. Feeling the mole for a moment, he seemed lost in thought, before looking at her face and then reaching up to touch the mole on her chin. “I hope you get these checked out. It’s important to monitor your moles and make sure they don’t change color or shape. If they do, you -”
    “I know,” she replied, forcing herself to remain polite. “I understand how it works.”
    “I ought to call you Moley,” he told her with a faint smile. “I like moles. I know some guys might not, but I really do.” At that moment, whether by accident or not, the tip of his penis brushed her leg. “Moley the underground girl.” He smiled. “Ha! How do you like that?”
    “I think I should get this drink to Mr. Crutchlow.”
    “Of course you should,” he replied. “Of course , but… Come back and see me later, yeah? Before the night is over. I promise I won’t break any more rules.”
    Smiling politely, she picked up the tray and began to carry it across The Club. She knew that Tom would be watching her, probably focused on her ass, so she just kept going, refusing to look back, until she was certain she must be out of sight by now, lost in the red haze of the club. Finally she glanced over her shoulder, just to be sure, and she felt a hint of relief as she realized he could no longer see her. A moment later, she heard Mr. Crutchlow laughing nearby, and she realized that she still had a long, long night ahead of her.
    Heading over to the far end of the club, past the door in the corner that she hadn’t