The story takes place in an English city. All characters are over 18. The action takes place in the mid 1990s, and depicts smoking tobacco and cannabis, alcohol and drug use, and very explicit sex, though none of the sex is violent or coercive in any way. Definitely NSFW

Jimmy stopped in a shop doorway to light a cigarette which would last him till he got to The Crypt, his place of work. He caught sight of his reflection, brown fedora tilted just... niice. Grey overcoat buttoned up, black jeans, bright red shoes, any chance of style being ruined by a crumpled plastic carrier bag with chef's uniform and cash box. He grinned at himself and carried on through town, turning down a small, largely unknown side street flanked by no entry signs.

Fishing deep in his coat pocket and pulling out a substantial set of keys, he stopped at a red door with his name on a plaque above it, and slowly unlocked three locks and pushed the hefty door open. Flicking the light switch he trotted down the dark stairs and unlocked the bottom door. Flicking another light switch brought on two small lights, enough to see the shapes of the bar and the "cellar", which in reality was a cramped space beneath a staircase which contained as many barrels of beer as would fit. He reached behind these, and flicked a row of hidden switches which brightly illuminated the bar, and brought up the wall lights, lighting up the long thin room of The Crypt. He dropped a carrier bag on the bar and moved quickly round the room turning on the radiator, the sound system, and the spotlight. He shoved a CD into the player and the quiet, restful sound of Tangerine Dream flooded the room with warm electronic drones, sequences and pulses. Walking behind the bar he reached beneath it and switched on the power for the till, and pulled the cash box from the carrier bag, from which he took coins and notes to fill the empty till drawer.

The door creaked open and he looked up from counting the money into the till.

'Hey, Joolz, how you doing?' He asked.

'Oh, you know, knackered, over worked, under paid, just the usual,' she smiled. 'You?'

'Much the same, same. Can you fire up the coffee machine please? My caffeine stream has too much blood in it.'

They were both of similar age, both chefs, though Joolz only helped out at the Crypt, she was a chef/kitchen manager at a student Hall of Residence attached to the University. She was catering college trained, and it showed. Jimmy was self taught, he'd learned everything on the job, and was wildly talented, both in recipes and service. They had respect and admiration for each other, and a great working chemistry. They also shared a wicked sense of humour, and got the jobs done while having a damn good laugh. The Crypt was a late night restaurant and live music venue, and Joolz' fiancé was one of the resident musicians, though he wasn't there tonight. That's how Joolz and Jimmy had met, a year or so ago. Whenever Stretch was playing, Joolz would be there with her two friends Dotty and Kelly, or as Jimmy dubbed them, Dotty and Potty. Dotty was blessed with Hepburnesque beauty which she was completely unaware of, and Potty had the best tits, by a long way. Joolz didn't have a lot going for her, looks-wise, she was a bit dumpy and dressed a bit frumpy and hid most of her face inside a mass of permed dark curls, but what she lacked in looks she made up for in personality and humour, even if she did on occasion try a little too hard.

Joolz busied herself filling the machine with water and ground coffee while Jimmy ran up the back stairs, and unlocked the stock room and kitchen, and checked the toilets, switching lights on as he went, returning down the front stairs and through the room, checking each table as he passed and tapping them with his hand. A mug of coffee steamed in the downlights of the bar.

'Thank you chef,' he said, taking a gulp.

'You're welcome, chef,' replied Joolz.

'It's both of us in the kitchen tonight, he said, the A Team. Party of 15 at 8.30 and party of 20 at 9.30ish, so if you can crack on and set up the kitchen before staff meeting, that gives us a head start on the night.'

'Right, give me a shout when the others are here,' said Joolz and took her coffee up the back stairs.

Checking the time, Jimmy poured coffees ready for the arriving staff who would be here within the next few minutes, and set them around a table, placing one of his cigarettes next to each of the cups of those who smoked.

'Alright staff, come and huddle so we don't get in a muddle,' he said loudly once everyone was present. 'Someone give Joolz a shout, she's up in the kitchen.'

Everyone sat around the table sipped coffee and lit cigarettes.

'OK folks, two parties booked, 15 at 8.30 and 20 at 9.30. Food is pre-ordered for both, so most of it is already prepped, and there are no forseeable problems. Chef Joolz and my good self are in the kitchen, The Priest is Barman Supreme and Front of House Manager, so any problems with customers, take it to him, any problems with food, bring it to me, but there won't be. Stephanie Stiff Knees and Simon Scuzzball are waitresses, and will double up on the bar with the Priest and in the washup with us upstairs as needed. Big Baz on the door. Everyone OK with that? Should be pretty lively afterwards too as it's Windyarse in The Alcove. Any questions? Yes, Scuzz?

'You've got me down as a waitress. I'm a bloke.'

Statistically, waitresses get bigger tips than waiters.'

'OK I'm a waitress'

Any more questions?

'Will there be any walk-ins?' asked Stiff Knees

'We will have to ask them to wait till after the two main parties have finished as we've used up all the tables, so it will be a normal night after 10.30 or so. Anything else? No? Let's give these bastards a night to remember! Hey Ho! Let's Go!

'Yes Chef!' Shouted everyone in unison.

After the main parties were finished, Jimmy sat on the back stairs, hidden from the main room, enjoying a fag and a coffee. Stiff Knees came and stood in front of him.

'Ooh, you've had a trim! she said, Let's have a feel!' and without waiting for permission she reached out her hands and began massaging Jimmy's scalp, and running her fingers over his "Zero", the shortest his hair could go without his head actually being shaved.

'Mmm, that's nice,' he said, even though it wasn't. Stephanie was a bit too matronly for his tastes, she was trained as a Silver Service Waitress, and made sure everybody knew that. She didn't really fit with the place, but Jimmy suspected something illicit going with her and the Priest, and she was a very good waitress and totally reliable. She was getting a bit too friendly with the head rub, caressing his ears and his neck, and he knew he was in for a flash of her knickers, sorry, Tanga Briefs, at any moment, and sure enough she lifted her skirt up the side of her leg to show him the inch thick waist band, keeping the rest of the skirt firmly in place. He knew better than to touch anything. Once, she had let the skirt slip a little at the front, and he'd seen her mound, with a fringe of black pubes escaping the white pants at each side.

She gave his beard a quick scratch to let him know the show was over and returned to her duties. He went back upstairs and Joolz, who was washing up said,

'Steph shown you her knickers yet?'

'Tanga Briefs' he said.

Everyone agreed, the night was a belter. The atmosphere was buzzing, everyone seemed to be on a massive high, the food was faultless, beautiful and delivered on time, the music rocked and rolled, both groups of diners had a great time mingling happily with each other afterwards, tipped well, and unusually, everyone went home on time, without begging one more for the road till 4am. As Jimmy was counting the till up, the phone rang.

'It's for you chef, Marco,' said Scuzzball.

'Yo, 'sapp'nin'?' Said Jimmy into the phone. 'Yeah? Cool, just finishing here, see you in a few minutes,' and hung up.

'OK you scumbags!' he bellowed, 'Baz, are you OK to drop everyone off, unless anyone wants to join me at La Taverna?' Asked Jimmy.

'Uni in the morning' yawned Scuzz.

Stiff Knees never went anywhere.

Windyarse was packing his guitar away.

'Nah, I'm calling it a night.' He was obviously exhausted.

'I'll drop everyone home, do you want a lift round there?' offered Baz

'Nah, fine walking thanks.'

'Do you mind if I come?' asked Joolz.

'Not at all,' said Jimmy, with a note of surprise in his voice.

Outside, the air was icy as Jimmy triple locked the door, and he waved as Baz's car came past with the staff. He and Joolz walked down the silent lane, shivering, and Joolz slid her arm through his and hugged his arm.

'Not like you to be a dirty stopout? You're normally first out the door to get home for work in the morning, What's brought this on?'

'No work tomorrow, thank God. It was a brilliant night tonight, and I think we deserve a drink or three, don't you agree?'

'I most certainly do, thanks for your help, chef, couldn't have done it without you, and the drinks are on me.'

'Good, cos I'm skint'

La Taverna was a small Spanish bar tucked away behind a fried chicken shop. Jimmy pulled Joolz through the throng in the brightly lit shop, shouting 'Hola!' to Manuel behind the counter, and they disappeared through a side door.

'Jimmy!' shouted Marco from behind the small bar, 'what you drinking buddy?'

The place was packed.

'Bottle of red! Two glasses!' Shouted Jimmy

'There's a table at the back, I'll bring it over no worries'

They weaved through the crowd of young, beautiful people on the dance floor, found the empty table, and sat down next to each other with their backs to the wall, facing the crowd of what were obviously Spanish students.

Marco appeared with the wine, and said into Jimmy's ear

'What you doing man, careful!' then stood up and greeted them both as though that hadn't happened.

'What was that he whispered to you?' asked Joolz.

'I couldn't bloody hear!' said Jimmy and drained his glass.

They got through two bottles in very quick time and were debating whether to get another when Marco rang the bell for closing.

'Got any Bob?' asked Joolz.

'Any what?'

'Bob. Bob Hope - dope! Do keep up Jimbob.'

'Oh right, er no, not on me.'

'Back to yours then?'

'Won't Stretch be wondering where you've got to?'

'Doubt it. Will Marco sell me some wine to take out?'

'Er yeah.'

'Come on then,' she said, and kissed him, a full on the mouth french kiss, her tongue forcing itself deep into his mouth, a hand on the back of his neck in case he pulled back. He kissed back and felt his cock instantly harden. So did she.

They didn't speak during the short taxi ride to Jimmy's. Joolz fumbled with and held his hand.

He fumbled with the key to the front door of the house and they went inside and up the staircase to the top flat. Joolz had bought two bottles of wine which clanked in her bag as she dropped it on the floor and asked where the bathroom was. Jimmy opened the door and switched the light on in the windowless bathroom, then stepped back. He went in the kitchen and found wine glasses, turning on the central heating as he passed the switch. He stood in the kitchen and awaited Joolz' return.

'That way,' he pointed to a door on the left, is the living room, with a big gas fire and lots of music. Joolz nodded.

'That way,' he pointed to the door opposite, is the bedroom, with no fire, a smaller amount of music and a nice warm bed. Your choice.' but she was already opening the bedroom door. He followed, picking her bag up off the floor on the way.

She dropped her coat on the bare wooden floor. She was wearing a sleeveless dark tie-dyed top of thin cotton and black woolly leggings. Her hard nipples were visible through her top.

Behind her was a low futon which she sat down on with a bump and pretended to fall backwards onto the pillow.

'Pass me the wine Jimbob,' she ordered, carefully avoiding eye contact 'and get that spliff built!'

He did as he was told, and as the cannabis clouded their brains and the alcohol took firm hold of their senses, they slid closer and closer together.

'Do you realise,' he said, 'That in all the time I've known you, I've never seen you naked?'

'That's a coincidence, cos I've never seen you either, and I think,' she burped and giggled.

'We should definitely do something about that.' he said.

'Why don't you do it for me?' and without hesitation he took hold of the hem of her top and pushed it upwards, revealing her navel and then her bra-less tits. She started to sit up but his hands were already tucking themselves into the waist band of her leggings, which proved to be much more substantial than they looked. He felt for and grabbed the knickers too to pull those down as well and leave her fully exposed. He revealed a very thick bush of deep auburn pubes, stark against pale white skin, and kept pulling until he had peeled the leggings fully off.

'What about this?' said Joolz, pointing at the top, crumpled just above her small tits. She sat up and forwards so he could pull it over her head.

'Right, that's me compleeetly naked, let's get you sorted out mister.' She passed Jimmy the joint, unbuttoned his shirt, pushed it off his shoulders revealing his hairy torso, unbuckled his belt, fiddled with the fly buttons of his Levis, and he raised his arse so she could pull them off, leaving his pants on, though the outline of his penis and a small wet and sticky patch at the end were plainly visible.

Once his jeans were off she set about opening the wine and Jimmy lit two cigarettes to smoke while he prepared another joint.

She watched him intently.

'I can't roll when I'm stoned.'

'Good job I can then,' he replied

'Christ that stuff is strong, I don't think I'll be having any more of that, the room is spinning already!'

'You mean the room is going somewhere without you.'

'Shit. Yeaah. Fuck, what do you fantasise about?'

'Nothing much, I don't know actually,' he said, staring at her tits. 'I'm a very visual person. I like to look, to see, rather than imagine, 'What about you?'

'Rape, being forced.'

'Is that what you want?'

'I don't... not sure. I'd have to trust someone a lot. I mean a lot.'

He grabbed her legs and pulled them apart with what he hoped passed for force. There was no resistance.

The thick hair went all the way down and disappeared into the crack of her arse. Around the entrance to her cunt it was speckled with moisture. There was no resistance.

'Easy Tiger,' she said, 'Take your time.'

'I must admit,' he said, getting up and walking over to the CD player, 'You are much less self conscious than I thought you'd be.'

'Oh, you've been thinking about getting me naked have you? And there's me thinking this was absolutely fucking spontaneous!'

'No! I haven't! it is!'

She giggled as the opening drones and samples of Global Chillage began to permeate the room. 'I'm teasing you, you twat!'

'Well fu-uu-uck you then!' he shouted back.

'What a fucking good idea!'

Instead of lying back down beside her, he straddled her body, still in his pants. She reached up, hooked her fingers into the soft cotton and pulled them out and down to allow his cock to escape their confines. She grabbed hold, lifted her head, pulled back his foreskin and licked the swollen purple wet end.

'Mmm'

He went to jerk his hips forward to push the engorged end further into her mouth but she pulled her head back.

'No, I want you in my cunt. Slo-o-owly.'

He got into position by shuffling backwards, moving his legs inside hers, and sliding his knees under her broad thighs. She grabbed his cock and guided it towards her soaking wet cunt and he slid slowly inside, watching his cock disappear inside the mass of fur, and she groaned. The rhythms and pulses of the throbbing music were utterly perfect for this tempo of fucking and they ground their groins slowly together and apart and together again for a long time. He massaged her tits, she cupped his buttocks in her hands, digging her nails in. He slowly pulled out to remove his pants, which were digging into his thighs, and took the opportunity to reignite the joint which had gone out in the ashtray on the floor. He turned out the overhead light and lit a small lamp, covered with a silk scarf, which was on the floor in front of a mirror which leaned against the wall. It cast some interesting shadows. He walked slowly across the room, his dick now limp.

He offered the joint to Joolz who shook her head.

'Can I watch you play with yourself?' she asked.

'What, have a wank, you mean?'

'Mmm'

'Never been asked to do that. Can I watch you?'

'Fuck yeah' she said, and arranged herself on the bed, her white untanned body a stark contrast to the deep red of the duvet. She raised a knee then let the leg fall sideways exposing her cunt. She licked the fingers of both hands before playing briefly with her nipples and then slowly moving her hands down and into her crotch. While one hand teased her clit, her other pushed fingers inside her, and she raised her hips up as she finger fucked herself.

Jimmy knelt on the bed where he could see her whole body, and watched carefully how different parts of her moved. After a while, he leaned forwards and said in a very quiet voice,

'Don't stop, but roll over. I want to watch your buttocks clench.'

She did this instantly, and he watched with satisfaction as her big white arse contracted and expanded as she humped her hand. She came in seconds, with huge gasping sobs and moans, and then fell into a relaxed heap. He reached out a hand and caressed her arse cheeks, stroking, rubbing, kneading, very gently. Gradually his hand worked nearer and nearer to her cleft, and he pushed his fingers in until they came to rest on her tiny puckered anus. He paused, expecting a reaction, and when none came, he began to massage it, circling it and pressing against it, but not entering. He did this in time the eerily hypnotic rhythms of the music, and began to think she had fallen asleep until she suddenly let out a very long and drawn out groan and said,

'Fuuuck, that feels gorgeous.'

'Would madam like me to continue?'he asked

'Oh God YES! You could do that all fucking night long! She wriggled her hips luxuriantly, and continuing the circular motion, he pressed slightly harder each time until the tip of his finger was just inside her arse, stirring her anus. She moved with it and he pushed a bit further. She pushed back, and his first knuckle disappeared inside her arsehole. He kept it there, and began to insert a second finger alongside it.

'Oh.' and then 'Yes!'

He moved position to lay down beside her and pushed both fingers deeper into her arse, his bigger knuckles stretching and relaxing her anus as he eased in and out, her hips responding to every little nuance of his fingers.

'Tell me how that feels,' he whispered.

'There. Are. No. Fucking. Words. Uuuuhhh.' and she came again, and he felt the spasms course through her body.

Both stoned, they lay like that for ages, and only the CD finishing snapped them from their reveries.

She dragged herself upright and went to the toilet. When she came back he had crawled into bed and was sleeping soundly. She dressed quietly, put her coat on, grabbed her bag and left the flat, with no real clue as to where she was, where she was going, how she would get home, and what she would say when she got there. All she did know was that she wanted more of that.