Utterly Monkey by Nick Laird Read Free Book Online

You could try and come over and meet me in London maybe, or in Australia even, in a few months. You could do your hair-dressing again and I could work in a bar or drive a cab.’
    ‘Geordie, if you need money, I can get you money.’
    He had turned her round and she was leaning into his lap as he drifted slightly on the swing, pleased with the airy movement. He was considering whether or not she’d let him slip her skirt up and fuck her gently from behind, here and now, as a little leaving gift.
    ‘How can you get money? You can’t nick it from work Jan. They have security cameras in there.’
    ‘Geordie!’ she snapped a little, ‘I love that job. I wouldn’t steal from Mr and Mrs Martin. They’ve been really good to me.’
    ‘Aye, Charlie Martin’s been very keen to be really good to you. Mad keen. Mad keen to get you in the back of the shop all alone and be really good to you.’
    ‘Shut up . Listen to me. Greer has money in a box behind the panel in the bath. He doesn’t know I know it’s there. You have to work the panel off with a knife or screwdriver but the other day I was in there and Da was shouting to let him in the bathroom but I was shaving my legs and I turned round to let him in for a piss and kicked the side panel of the bath and it made a clangy sound, like metal. Geordie , I can feel you.’
    Geordie had slipped his hands inside her cardigan, which she’d zipped up, and he was cupping the underside of her breasts. His cock was running lengthways to the left, over the side of his thigh. ‘Hold on,’ he said, and slipped one hand under the pinch of his jeans and pulled his cock up straight, to fit in the shallow indentation that her tight skirt allowed her ass to make. ‘Go on then. What about the bath?’ He pulled her tight to him now, holding her hard little waist. She was rubbing a little against him and her voice was softer, sinking.
    ‘What? Oh. Well, I let Da in and then when I went back in to finish my legs I took Brewster’s penknife from the cabinet, which Malandra had in there cos it’s got tweezers on it, and I took the panel off and there’s a metal box, with a lock on it but the key was in it, and it’s full of money. I mean full of money. It must be Budgie’s. No one else in the house has cash like that lying around.’ Her voice trailed off as Geordie moved one hand down and under her and touched the warm, wet patch of her cotton knickers.
    ‘You’re full of money.’ He slipped a finger in under the strict elastic and felt that smallest part of her hardening. With his palm on her thigh, holding her legs apart, his finger moved down to feel the lips loosening, moistening.
    ‘Geordie, not here . Come into the car and we’ll park down by Macklin’s river.’
    ‘Ach, come on, there’s no one round. It’s the last time we’ll see each other for a while. Are you saying, Janice,’ and here he moved the other hand up over her breast and freed it from her bra. Loose and soft and billowy. He held the dense little nipple between his finger and thumb, gently, then firmly, ‘that you’ll steal Budgie’s money to give to me? What are you saying?’
    ‘You’ve nothing to lose. I’ll deny everything. No one knows the money’s there. He never checks it. That first night I put a hair between the panel of the bath and the wall so that if someone took the panel off the hair would fall and Geordie, the hair was still there this morning. I’ll take some of it. Just enough to see you right. Come on.’
    Clever girl, Geordie thought. Janice stood up, shivery, adjusted her bra under her top and tugged her skirt round to straighten the seam. She dragged him by the hand to the car, and as she walked she felt the friction tingle between her legs, as if his fingers were still down there. Geordie pulled his checked blue shirt out of his jeans to cover his cock: it had thrust its angry head over the parapet of his belt.
    Driving back into town, after a frenetic half-hour at