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order in the far corner.
Casey had been working the morning shift and was expecting to finish at noon, but the rush of people made it necessary for her to stay on for the afternoon shift.
‘You don’t mind do you, Casey?’
Even though Casey was exhausted she was happy she could help out; anything to try to make up for walking out like she had.
‘No problem. And Lola, I’m …’
Lola put up her hand to stop Casey saying any more.
‘There’s no need to say anything girl. It should be me saying sorry. Now we’ll hear no more about it. But Casey?’
‘Yes?’
‘I’m happy you came back.’
By four o’clock, the lunchtime rush was over and Casey sat down for a cup of tea; the first she’d had all day.
‘Want me to put some whiskey in that, love?’ Lola cackled as she sat down with The Daily Star. Casey wasn’t sure if she was joking or not; there was a strong possibility she had smelt like a brewer’s daughter the day she’d discovered Lola’s cafe but since the sobriety meeting she hadn’t touched a drop, though it was killing her. She’d found a miniature bottle of whisky tucked away in one of her boots this morning and she’d sat staring at it for over twenty minutes before she’d finally poured it down the kitchen sink. Her addiction was still holding her as tightly as ever.
Sipping her tea she thought about the club. She still felt shaken by what had happened, and the women she’d seen had troubled her; they’d more than troubled her, they had frightened her; but she was doing her best to put it to the back of her mind. She didn’t want to get distracted by anything – she needed all her energy on getting well and finding her son.
She hadn’t bothered asking Vaughn about it. To a certain extent it was through fear, but mainly she wanted a simple life, without any complications; she’d had enough of those to last her a lifetime.
Vaughn had insisted on walking her home, but he hadn’t spoken much and had seemed rather distracted. When they’d been out on the street, the fear she’d had of him in the club had slightly diminished; he’d seemed so much less threatening, and even though he’d been in his own thoughts, she’d picked up something else from him: something warm, caring even; but then what would she know? She wasn’t the best judge of character by any means, and besides, it didn’t really matter what he was or wasn’t; she didn’t want to get involved.
He’d asked to meet up with her the following Saturday for a drink and she’d accepted his invitation, just to be polite, just to humour him, but now she regretted it. She was a fool; her own worst enemy.
Casey took a sip of her tea as the cafe door opened and both she and Lola looked round; two tall men walked in, bringing with them an air of confidence. Casey recognised one of them; it was Alfie. His face was swollen and shockingly bruised.
Lola stood up and hurried over nervously to the men, who sat down at the far table.
‘Bring us some teas, Casey love.’
Casey got up and went across to the large silver tea urn, sensing she was being watched. Putting the teas on the Princess Diana tray to take over, Casey glanced up and immediately locked eyes with Alfie, who was staring at her intently.
She placed the tea in front of them without saying a word and without wanting to listen to anything being said; it was obvious to her something was going on, and she was determined to know nothing about it.
Alfie couldn’t help staring at Casey; he’d no idea she was working with Lola. Casey looked so out of place: no matter how stained her clothes were and unbrushed her hair looked, there was no hiding her beauty. Lola on the other hand blended into the greasy walls of the cafe like she’d crawled out of the walls with the cockroaches.
Alfie decided he was going to ask Vaughn if he’d finished with Casey. He could do with a treat after the week from hell he was having, and she was just the treat he needed. He imagined her sitting on his cock, riding away with her tits bouncing up and down. He was about to continue his fantasy, when Oscar’s voice threw cold water onto his thoughts.
‘Alfie?’
‘What?’
‘I think that blow you took to your fucking face must have hit your brain as well.’
Alfie glared at Oscar. He didn’t like the fact he was disrespecting him, least of all in front of a rat’s arse like Lola Harding. He’d have a word with Oscar later, but for now, he’d keep quiet and listen to what he was saying.
‘We want you to show them how it’s done, Lola. I thought they’d be like lambs but they’re still wanting to think for themselves. Your job is to get them smacked up; get them so used to the taste of brown they can’t do without it. That shouldn’t be too hard for you.’
Lola cackled, taking a sip of the hot, milky tea in front of her, and continued to listen to Oscar.
‘The other thing is the pill; I don’t want them knocked up when the punters ride bare back, so you need to get hold of some. Plus, show them how to use the sponge when they’re on their periods; a lot of the punters will be put off by the blood and I don’t want to lose money because of bleedin’ bitches.’ Oscar laughed loudly at his own joke. ‘It’s easy money for you, Lola. It’ll be like home from home, as long as you keep your mouth shut of course.’
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