Credible Witness
Copyright© 2026 by RedJohnDoe
Chapter 1
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - A loyal wife and brilliant accountant reports a corrupt detective and goes into witness protection for the eight months before the trial. Her handler puts her behind the bar of a filthy old Blackpool pub, where she has to smile and take whatever the regulars dish out. But is she really being protected?
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Reluctant Heterosexual Fiction Slut Wife Gang Bang Masturbation Oral Sex Big Breasts Public Sex
IN THE CROWN COURT AT PRESTON
R. v. Neil Andrew Garrick
Witness cross-examined by Sir Edmund Vane KC
Q. Mrs. Marlow, you told the jury this morning that you are a chartered accountant.
A. Yes.
Q. With a firm in Leeds.
A. I was.
Q. Where were you working on the night of Saturday the twelfth of September?
A. In Blackpool.
Q. At a public house called The Tiller.
A. Yes.
Q. Doing the books?
A. No.
Q. What were you doing there?
(The witness did not reply.)
THE JUDGE: Mrs. Marlow, you will have to answer the question.
240 days to trial.
The bedroom window wouldn’t shut. It stayed open about an inch whatever she did to it, so the cold air came in through the gap, and so did every word anybody said in the yard behind the pub next door.
The pub was The Tiller. In six days she was going to start work there.
It was her first night in Blackpool and it had rained since she arrived. Tess Marlow had been sitting on the bed in her coat for two hours, because the heater ran off a coin meter and all the money she’d been given was in notes. She was turning her wedding ring round on her finger and listening to three old men in the yard lie to each other.
“Forty-one, I’m telling you,” one of them was saying. “Forty-one rabbits and a fox, me and our Kev, out past Pilling on Thursday night. You put the lamp on them and they just sit there, they don’t even run, they just sit there looking at you.”
“You’ve never shot forty-one rabbits in your life, Gaz.”
“I have, you can ask our Kev.”
“You couldn’t hit your own arse with both hands.”
“I hit your missus all right.”
“Aye, you and half of Fleetwood.”
That set them laughing, and the laughing turned into coughing. She got up, mostly for something to do, and went to the window.
Two floors down was a square of wet concrete. There was a security light on over the pub’s back door and a stack of beer kegs against the wall, and the three of them stood under the light with their pints and smoked. None of them could have been much under fifty, or much over sixty. Gaz was the one with the shaved gray head and the stomach. Next to him stood a thin man in a flat cap, and a wide one who didn’t seem to have a neck.
“I forgot to tell you lot,” said the one in the cap. “I had that Sheila from the bowls club over her chest freezer on Thursday dinnertime.”
“She’s only got the one good hip, Frank.”
“I know she has, I were holding on to it.” Frank drank some of his pint. “I had one in Magaluf in nineteen eighty-eight who took her teeth out first. Put them on the bedside table. Lovely woman, she was.”
“You’ve told us, Frank. You tell that disgusting shit every week.”
These were the men Calder had called fools that afternoon, every one of them, and the safest people in England. Tess was deep in thought when the back door banged and a woman came out with a crate of empties.
When she’d dropped it by the bins she came over to the men. In her forties, and not bad-looking. Her hair was dyed red and piled on top of her head, and a big pair of breasts stretched the pub’s name wide across the front of her T-shirt. She had long legs in tight jeans and she hadn’t bothered with a coat. That would be the other barmaid. Mal’s got a woman called Shaz, Calder had said. Shaz took the cigarette out of Frank’s mouth and had a long drag on it before she gave it back.
“You’ll catch your death out here, Shaz, where’s your coat?” said Gaz. “Come here and I’ll warm them up for you.”
“You couldn’t warm a pie, you.” She found her own cigarettes. “Are you three out here for a smoke, or are you out here for me? Only I haven’t got all night.”
“Depends what you’re charging these days.”
“Same as I was charging last week, you fat bastard, and the week before. It’s been twenty quid since before you got that belly.”
Gaz put his pint down on a keg, found his wallet somewhere under the fleece and held a twenty-pound note up to the light between two fingers.
“Go on, then,” he said.
“You can have ten minutes, I’m back on at half past.” She took it, folded it and pushed it down the front of her bra. “And mind my hair, will you, I’ve got to go back in there.”
Tess stopped turning her ring.
It took her a moment. When she understood, what she mostly felt was embarrassed for them, out in the cold at their age, and she thought she ought to get away from the window. But her curiosity didn’t let her. What she did was reach behind her and switch off the lamp. If she could see them, they could see her, that was only sense. Then she came back in the dark and stood with her face close to the gap.
“Come on, then, get them out first,” said Gaz. “I’ve been waiting all night for a look.”
“You’ve been having a look all night, you dirty sod, I saw you.”
She pulled her T-shirt up anyway and hooked her bra down with one finger. Her breasts fell out over the top of it and hung there in the light, and the cold made her nipples go hard. Gaz took one in each hand. His fingers were yellow to the first knuckle. He lifted them and let them drop, and lifted them again and squeezed until the flesh came out between his fingers.
“Ooh, your hands are freezing, Gaz.”
“They’ll warm up, love, they always do.” He got hold of both nipples and pulled them out slowly until she hissed through her teeth. “Look at that, Frank. They still stand up for old Gaz.”
“That’s the weather, you daft sod. Don’t flatter yourself.”
He bent down, which took some doing, and got his mouth on one. Shaz held the back of his shaved head and went on smoking over his shoulder, and after a bit she forgot about the cigarette and let it burn down in her fingers.
“Mm. All right,” she said, and her voice had gone lower. “All right, that’ll do, you’ll have me late. Let’s see what you’ve got for me.”
She kicked a flattened cardboard box over to the wall and knelt on it, and then she had to dig about under his stomach to get him undone. His cock came out half hard. Even from up here Tess could see how thick it was, and that it bent off to the left. She had only ever seen one in real life, and it hadn’t looked that big and weird.
“Look at you.” Shaz had it in her fist and was working along the shaft back and forth, and it was getting bigger while Tess watched. “You’ve been sat in there thinking about this all night, haven’t you?”
“Since you bent over for that crate, love. It’s been digging in me for an hour.”
“Has it, now? Poor thing.” She put her tongue out and licked it slowly from the bottom to the top, and then her mouth closed over the end of it.
The yard was small, and every wet sound Shaz’s mouth made came straight up through the window, and so did Gaz.
“Ohh, that’s it. That’s lovely, that is. Go on, a bit more. A bit more than that, you can take more than that, I’ve seen you do it.” His hand had gone to the back of her head, right in the hair she’d told him to mind. “Ooh, God. Go on, Shaz. Get it all down you.”
He pushed until her nose was in the gray hair under his stomach and held her there until she slapped his thigh twice. She came off him coughing, and a string of spit hung from her lip.
“You bastard,” she said, coughing, and wiped her eyes. “You nearly had me sick then.”
“You love it.”
“I don’t love shit.” She went straight back down on him.
“How many’s had that mouth, Shaz?” said Frank. “Go on, how many?”
She pulled off long enough to answer. “Hundreds, Frank. Go to hell.”
Tess and Adam had watched porn together, and nobody in it had sounded like this. Adam had never called her anything but Tess, and darling a couple of times on holiday. She thought this was the most disgusting thing she had ever seen, two old men and a woman on her knees in the rain for twenty pounds. But she couldn’t stop watching it. Her nipples had gone hard inside her bra.
That was the cold.
“Come on, up you get,” said Gaz. “I’m not paying twenty quid for a gobble. Turn round and let’s have you.”
Shaz got up and wiped her mouth on the back of her hand. She undid her jeans and shoved them down to her knees with her knickers, and bent over the kegs with her feet as wide apart as the jeans would let them go. Her tits hung down under her. Her ass was round. From two floors up Tess could see right between her legs. Shaz was shaved apart from a little strip of red hair, and she was wet already. It shone.
“Go on, then, if you’re going to,” said Shaz over her shoulder. “It’s bloody freezing out here.”
Gaz spat on his fingers and rubbed them up and down between her legs, and then he pushed two of them into her up to the knuckles. When he worked them in and out there were slippery sounds.
“Bloody hell, Shaz. You’re soaking.”
“That’s for the twenty quid, Gaz, it’s not for you.”
“Is it heck. Listen to that, Frank.” He pulled his fingers out and held them up, and they shone. “That’s not for twenty quid, that.”
He pushed them back in and then just stopped. He stood there with his other hand on his cock, Shaz lasted about ten seconds before her hips started to push back on his hand.
“Gaz.”
“What, love?”
“Come on.”
“Ask nicely, then.”