1. The Reporter - Part 2


    Date: 8/15/2015, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: 0Curious, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

    Flik took a long slug of his pint, it had been a thirsty day. "Just a couple of grammes for personal for now, mate," he said. Mike's tattooed, heavy-set arm flew out as he made to get up, "You know I don't work less than ten, Flik." He did know, but he didn't have the cover for that much. "Come on mate, just a couple for now. Let me taste your new stuff and then we'll see about the rest." "Ain't nothing new 'ere, Flik. I only sell the best you tight cunt." "You used to do fives." "When we started out ten years ago, yeah. Are you stuck in some kind of fucking time warp? I know you've been away but..." "Come on Mike, a five bag, for old times sake. I only want a bit for a line or two this evening. Sit down and have a drink with me." "Don't bloody tell anyone that I did this will you, Flik," he said as he passed the sealed bag under the table. Flik looked down casually into his lap. His eyes started at the size of the bag. "That's a generous five." "It's a generous nothing; that's a ten. Little zip bags are already in there, just in case. Call it a loan." He turned and walked out. "I need this like a fucking hole in my head," Flik muttered to himself, as he saw his debts racking up. He mechanically dropped around to the chemists, picked up some substitute, cut it with his batch and divided it roughly into fourteen individual sachets. The division done, he swung around to Erdogan's club; he didn't like feeling indebted to the girls. He had somehow become responsible for ...
    negotiating getting their basic back with Erdogan. The sly Turk was close to his money though and Flik was pretty sure that he wouldn't budge unless there was something in it for him. Flik had nothing to give though, but since he had unwittingly borrowed from Peter, he figured he may as well soften up Paul. He walked in, went to sit at the bar and was immediately joined by Jess, his soft spot. He slipped her a one bag. "For you and the girls tonight." "Thanks Flik, you always look out for us." She smiled, swept up the gear and gave him a full-blooded swack on the lips. "Speaking of which," she continued, "any news on our basic?" "Look Jess, I think I maybe over stretched myself with that one. My arms just ain't long enough to influence that, love." She looked up at him, dejected. "Or you just don't give a monkeys." He sat there silently; he wasn't going to start justifying himself for what she wanted to understand. If he could do something he would, but he genuinely couldn't see what. "Yeah, well as I said!" she slipped off her stool and left. He sighed deeply and twisted towards the eyes and ears of the bar. "Hi Ange. Pour me a vodka will ya?" It had been a couple of days since his last visit to the club and he figured Hope would have spread the word around a few of the trusted girls to keep their ears open. "Don't suppose you've got any news for me?" he said as she passed him the glass. "That talc looks nice, Flik," she replied deadpan, her eyes pointing to his stash. He made a ...
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