Chapter 11

“Emma! Girls! I’m home!”

No-one answered and no-one came rushing to the door to greet me.

That was unusual.

Mel was still at the studio, putting the finishing touches to the first cut of my scene with Kristi Belle, but I had assumed Emma, Dom and Amber would be waiting for me at home. It didn’t look like they were, though.

I hung up my coat on one of the hooks by the front door. If the girls had been home, their coats would have been there too, but they weren’t.

Shopping. They had to have gone shopping—the shops on the retail park on the edge of town regularly opened late.

I meandered into the kitchen, where normally by this time in the evening one of the girls would be working on dinner, opened the fridge and took out a can of Coke then wandered back into the living room where I flopped down in my favourite armchair. I tipped my head back, closed my eyes and savoured the quiet. It was unusual for me to get any time alone these days. I figured I better enjoy it while it lasted.

After a few minutes, I dug into my pocket to find my phone. Not Dick’s phone. My phone. I unlocked it and tapped in a message to Emma asking where she was, what time she expected to be home and if she wanted me to order something, like a pizza.

What? There was no way I was going to cook. I’m an awful cook.

After hitting send, I put the phone on the occasional table by the arm of the chair, picked up my drink and took a long slug. Then I put the can back on the table and dug into my pocket again, this time pulling out the USB flash drive that Jim had given me before I left the studio. I held it in front of me and my mind drifted back to the last time I been in what I’d thought at the time was an empty house with a similar USB drive.

That one had contained the latest release featuring Dominque D’Ville, Britain’s hottest new porn star, getting it on with three well hung black guys. Of course, it turned out that Dominque D’Ville was my stepdaughter and the house wasn’t quite as empty as I’d thought.

That was the first domino of many that changed my life. All the truth of the lies that surrounded me started to come out.

This flash drive contained a few files. There was the final cut of my wife’s porn-comeback scene—which also starred me—and the first cuts of my scenes with Dom, Amber and Mel. It also contained a long and a short trailer of my scene with Emma and, most interestingly, a scene Emma had shot over twenty years ago, in which she supposedly took three men’s cocks into her body at the same time—two of them in her cunt and one in her anus.

I didn’t know which one to watch first.

Or maybe I did—although I really should wait and watch it when Emma was back, I knew she’d want to watch it too. And she’d also want to watch my scenes with Dom, Amber and Mel too—as part of my education. So I decided to have a look at the two trailers then re-watch my scene with Emma—also part of my education.

But I didn’t quite get that far.

After plugging the drive into the slot on the side of the TV, I sat back down with the remote, but no sooner had I pressed play on the long trailer than my phone blared into life.

“Bobby, you need to get over to Ashley’s place! That moron of an ex-boyfriend is banging the door down and demanding to be let in. He’s fucking nuts, Bobby. You need to go over there and get rid of him. Can you go over there?”

“Mel, relax, okay. Deep breaths. Relax. Give me the address. I’ll go right over.”

“I have it in my messages. I’ll forward it. Hurry, Bobby. I’ll meet you there.”

Mel hung up and a few seconds later the message arrived with Ashley’s address. I switched off the TV with the remote, left the USB drive plugged in, grabbed my keys and headed out to the car.

I recognised the street Ashley lived on. It was the same one where Amber used to live—a street towards the centre of town full of old, run-down Victorian terraced housing, most of which had been converted into flats and bedsits by unscrupulous landlords charging extortionate rents. It didn’t take long to get there and there was no sign of Mel’s car when I did—that wasn’t a surprise since the warehouse was further out of town than our house.

It was immediately obvious which of the converted houses was Ashley’s—the one with the skinny little shit standing outside banging on the door and shouting. One of the windows on the upper floor was open and an older woman of Caribbean descent was leaning out of it and yelling.

“Young man, I’m telling you, if you don’t stop banging on that door and leave, I’m calling the police. I swear I’ll call them.”

“Fuck off, bitch! I just need to speak to Ash.” He banged on the door again several times. “Ash! Ash! Open the door. I just want to talk!”

“Well, she don’t want to talk to you, you no good waste of space! Get lost! Go on. I’ll call the police!”

“Fucking call them! I’ve not done nothing wrong. I just want to get in and get some of my stuff and talk to my girlfriend.”

“Ex-girlfriend! That girl finally saw some sense and dumped your skinny backside. Now clear off!”

I got out of the car and walked a few paces towards the house. “Okay, young man, that’s enough. Ash isn’t going to let you in and you’re causing a disturbance. Just go home and we’ll forget this ever happened.”

“Oh, fucking hell,” Freddie said, looking at the sky. “Why don’t you just fuck off and keep your nose out of my fuck—” He turned towards me and obviously recognised me. “Well, well. If it isn’t the fucking dirty old pervert who put his hands on my bird.”

“She’s not your bird,” I said firmly.

“Fuck you, perv. What you doing here, anyway? Ash come crying, did she? You here to teach me that lesson you promised? I’d like to see that.”

“If a lesson needs teaching, I’m happy to oblige,” I replied. “But I’m not sure you’re ready to learn anything.”

“Just fuck off, Grandad. This is none of your business, so go stick your nose—no wait—go stick your supposedly fat cock in some fucking porn tart’s smelly fucking cunt!”

I walked towards him slowly, deliberately. “Now listen here, Sonny. First, I only stick my fat cock where it’s wanted. Where is asked for. Second, you practically begged someone you’re now calling a porn tart to let you near her pussy and she brushed you off like that!” I snapped my fingers and kept walking slowly towards him. “Third—and trust me, I speak from experience—that porn star pussy you couldn’t have, it’s as sweet-smelling as it is sweet tasting. Shame you’ll never find out just how sweet.” I stopped walking when I was within arm’s length of him. “And, finally, Ash is a friend, which makes this very much my business.”

“Fuck you!” He spat at my feet. “I’m gonna fuck you up, you dirty old pervert. Fuck. You. Up.”

What is it about this so-called Millennial generation? How come they never learned how to fight?

Freddie swung a right hook at my head, but he telegraphed it and it was a simple matter for me to lean back out of the way and push his arm so that his momentum swung his whole body around. And since he was somewhat shorter than me and he’d had to reach upwards to aim at my head, he lost his balance and stumbled away to the left, just about able to stay on his feet.

I could have finished things there with a punch to the stomach, but instead, I let him regain his balance and try again.

I was right, he wasn’t ready to learn.

He glared at me for a second or two, before growling and trying to connect with a left. Again, I was ready and this time as his punch found the air a foot or so in front of my face, I pushed him on a little harder so that one knee hit the floor as he put out his hand to stop himself from falling flat on his face.

I stepped forward and swiftly lifted my left knee to connect with his stomach and knock the wind out of him. Then I pushed him to the floor and waited for him to get up so I could knock him down again.

But I didn’t get the chance. From behind me, Mel ran forward and aimed a hard kick with the top of her foot at his crotch.

“That’s for saying I had a smelly fucking cunt!”

He’d covered his dick with his hands and cried out in agony—I almost felt some sympathy for him—so Mel directed her second kick at his stomach—this time with the pointy toe of her fuck me high heels.

“And that’s for all the horrible things you said on Twitter about me and Ashley!”

“Ha! You give him one from me too,” yelled the woman in the upstairs window. I reached out to touch Mel’s arm and shook my head slightly when she looked at me. She frowned but refrained from kicking her prone tormentor again.

To our side, the door burst open and Ash came running out. She wrapped Mel up in a bear hug, squeezing the life out of the poor girl, before letting go aiming a kick of her own at her fallen ex-boyfriend.