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  I looked down at his wilting member, taking in it's impressive size, as it began to fade, just slightly. Then a surprising, but weaker spurt flowed from his bell-end, and cascaded down his tip, and towards my controlling left hand, coating my slender fingers in an instant. I watched his semen trickle down through my fingers, as I thought to myself 'If only he hadn't been so cocky, with that arrogant comment, then I might just have let him have penetrative sex with me'. My musings were interrupted though, as a far more sobering thought rapidly entered my mind, and that was brought on by the sight of my beautiful diamond engagement ring being richly coated in his filthy, and no doubt virile, man seed. It was an incredibly sobering vision, seeing the ring that I had cherished for so long, now being coated in another man’s semen. It served as a stark reminder that I still loved John and that I yearned for him to return to me every single day. I was just thankful that this evening didn't go in the direction that Jamie had clearly wanted it to, as that would have meant that I would have been forced to give up all hope of a reconciliation.

  ***

  In some ways, I was hugely thankful for the one arrogant comment that had somehow changed the course of this whole evening, not only because I had just been reminded of my love for my ex fiancée, but because by not agreeing to go all the way with Jamie, as I may well have done before he opened his mouth so brashly, he may have inadvertently saved me. Saved me from starting yet another relationship where everything just isn’t quite right. I truly believe that there are moments in every girls mind, when we first meet someone, moments where the warning bells are clearly sounded, but sadly most of us simply choose to ignore them, and allow themselves to be blinded by the positives, and just jump straight in regardless of doubt. By sleeping with Jamie, I would have no doubt again been jumping straight in, starting a new relationship, straight after my last. More sobering though, was the stark realisation that this guy, just 24 hours ago, was viewed as one of Holly's younger brothers chavvy mates. This was clearly all wrong, and I was just thankful for the rare opportunity to step back from the brink of another relationship disaster, and to be able to simply walk away.

  “ What was that all about?” he asked with more than a sense of slight shock in the tone of his voice.

  I duly released my stained hand from the sticky mess that was once his proudly erect member, and climbed up from the bed. He looked up at my, quite obviously still awaiting his explanation, whilst taking my chest in, at a distance - for the first time, clearly admiring the full shape of my bare breasts, as I stood at the end of the bed in just my knickers.

  Eventually, I said “I think you'd better go home now...”

  “But what about me staying over, and what about us having sex?”

  “Nobody promised you sex tonight Jamie, remember?” I curtly replied.

  “But you did invite me to stay over...” he smirked back.

  “That I did, yes.”

  “Well the night needn’t be ruined, I'll be ready again in 15 minutes or so?” he pleaded, as I searched the room for his strewn out and previously discarded clothes.

  “I have absolutely no doubt of that,” I smiled as I passed him his clothes, before adding but this old girl really needs her beauty sleep before getting up early for work tomorrow..!”

  He paused, obviously sensing that he was fighting a losing battle, before countering with “But if you let me stay over, I promise that I won't be any trouble?”

  I threw on my cream towelling dressing gown, and tied the cord tightly to remove my breasts from his greedy gaze, before replying with “Look, I've had a really lovely day with you, but let's not ruin that by falling out over whether or not I'm going to go all the way with you, yeah?”

  Defeated, be began to dress, but then asked “But you'll meet me again, yeah?”

  “We'll see...”

  “We'll see,” he barked, “What the fuck's that supposed to mean?”

  “It means we'll see, as I've just broken up with someone, so to jump into bed with you would be a bit rash don't you think?” I sternly replied, fixing his gaze, as if to further state my point.

  “But haven't we already just been in bed together, naked?”

  “Yes we have, but we really need to slow all of this down...”

  “So that's 'it' then is it?”

  “Not at all, just give me some time and space – and as I said, we'll see...” I concluded, with a softer and warmer response.

  “Okay, okay...” he eventually agreed, as I walked him towards the front door.

  “I'll text you in the week then?” he asked as he planted a solitary kiss on my cheek.

  “Not if I text you first!” I giggled back a little too flirtatiously, before opening the door with a smile and eventually managing to usher him outside and into the cold night air.

  With my flat once again becoming my own personal space, I walked to the bathroom and pumped out an over-generous dollop of hand wash into my palms and began to clean them of his dried semen, taking special care to wash my beautiful engagement ring. I knew in my heart that I really shouldn't be turning up for work tomorrow, still wearing that ring, but I just didn't have the strength yet – emotionally to begin to explain to all to the other staff, just where it all went so wrong. I would tell the world, but not right now, as I needed to concentrate on myself right now, to get myself stronger – before I would begin to share my woes.

  My bed never felt so comfortable, now that I was finally all alone and not having to share it with an overly sexed young guy, and for the first time in weeks, I effortlessly drifted off into a deep and peaceful sleep.

  Chapter 5 – We Need to Talk

  It was 3:45pm, and for a few peaceful moments, I simply stared at the computer screen, before a voice said “Samantha, are you still with us?”

  I looked up from my screen, and saw Brian crouched over my over-sized desk, with his thick hands pressed onto the wood veneer. Brian was my branch's new Assistant Manager, and unfortunately for me, he had only been at my branch for a month or so, and only knew me as Samantha – his lowest rated personal banker.

  “Mrs Hopkins is still waiting to see you Samantha, do you want to call her over when you've finished whatever it is that you're doing, and then afterwards, maybe you could pop into my office for a chat?” he asked in his over-enthusiastic, but rhetorical tone.

  “Yes, of course Brian.” I replied in my clearly false, and insincere manner, as I smiled back at him, adjusted my black rimmed office glasses and stood up, straightening my skirt, before stepping out from my desk, to walk over to collect Mrs Hopkins. I knew her far too well, as she was the middle-aged lady that no one wanted to have to deal with, and as I walked across the banking hall to collect her, I wandered what her problem would be today. She clearly had an online gambling problem, and would usually claim that someone had fraudulently broken into her account and been gambling with the use of her personal security details. Little did she know though, that I was in no mood for her imaginative tales on this mundane Thursday afternoon.

  And you say that large amounts of cash are being withdrawn from the ATM?” I asked, after patiently listening to her rabble on for a good ten minutes.

  “Yes, £20, or sometimes £30 at a time...” she replied.

  “And that this happens whilst your asleep?” I asked politely, for confirmation.

  “Yes, as I said Miss Davies, I think that someone is coming into my kitchen, in the middle of the night and taking my card, then withdrawing my money, stealing from me.”

  I paused for thought, having heard quite enough already, before saying “Well why don't I see if I can give you a new home insurance quote?”

  “What, I'm not here for a home insurance quote, I just want to know where my money is going?” she barked, a little too loudly.

  “But if we increase your home insurance, and then they also attempt to steal some of your possessions, at least you'd be covered?” I explained.

  “But I've only got a cat?”

 
Trying to keep a straight face, as one of my colleagues looked on, I asked “Well how about a pet insurance quote then?”

  It was a good half an hour before she finally gave in, and left the branch – without succeeding in her aim of having her account re-credited, or her overdraft increased. I looked across at the new girl - Louise, who had joined the bank just last week, to work on the counter, and said “Bloody time waster!”

  Louise laughed, and said “I've brought you over some fresh sales leads, so hopefully these will be more successful for you.”

  “Thanks hun!” I replied, whilst already opening my draw to retrieve my phone for a sneaky glimpse at my messages. I unlocked it and looked at the screen to see that Jamie had once again sent me a message, saying “Hey lover, I hope you're having a good day, text me back and let me know if you wanna get up to anything later? X x x”

  It was the third message in as many days, and yet again – I wasn't planning on sending him a reply, as I continued to hope that his attempts to coheres me into seeing him again would soon tail off, with him finally getting the message.

  “Are you ready then Samantha?” came Brian's booming voice from the door of his glass fronted office, before he sarcastically added “Or are you still busy with your phone?”

  I sat in-front of Brian, at his desk, preparing myself to no doubt feel like a scolded schoolgirl, and so, in an effort to attempt to derail him, I nonchalantly removed my hair bobble and ran my fingers through my blonde hair, releasing it from it's tight confines, as if to show him that mentally, I was nearly at the end of my working day. I did have a point, as it was 4.25pm, and the branch would be closed in a few minutes, although my day was far from over. My efforts seemed to have no effect on this balding, over-weight middle-aged man, as despite me sat before him, in my glasses with my newly dishevelled locks on display, he began his pep talk in vain.

  “So Samantha, I've just received the latest copy of the national personal banker's sales league table,” he stated, whilst looking at a printed sheet of paper and scratching his double chin, before adding “and I see that you're currently ranked as number 1,321...”

  I nervously fiddled with my diamond ring, before replying with “Surely I can't be that low down the table?”

  “No, it says it right here, although this in only based on the last four weeks.”

  “I guess it's just a blip then...” I professed.

  He paused before pulling out two more sales charts, one from the previous month and the other for the month prior to that, before stating “According to last months figures you were ranked as 43 nationally, and 2 in the branch.”

  That's good then,” I replied more optimistically, before adding “and how about for the month before?”

  “That was also a good month, as you were 29 nationally and 1 in this branch, but of course – we're not here to reflect on your past performances, are we?”

  “No, I guess not...”

  “So, with a ranking of 1,321, and last in this branch, I'd have to say that it certainly seems that you've lost your mojo Samantha, wouldn't you?”

  “I think it's more of a blip, as I was saying...” I countered, whilst feeling increasingly nervous.

  “What do you normally average as a cash bonus at the end of the month Samantha?” he asked.

  “Usually I get somewhere between 500 and 700 pounds...” I replied.

  “Well I can tell you that on your next pay-check, you haven't qualified for anything, and if I have a quick look at how the first half of how this month is shaping up,” he began before putting his cheap glasses on and tapping into his computer keyboard “your again heading for no bonus whatsoever, you haven't even made the minimum threshold.”

  “What nothing at all..?”

  “Well you are ranked well outside the top one thousand Samantha, what did you expect?” he asked, as he removed his glasses for effect.

  “Okay, but I'm sure that I can pull it around before the end of the month.” I replied, desperately trying to appear confident in my own ability.

  He again paused, before he attempted to conclude the meeting with “Well if this afternoon is anything to go by, you've got a lot of work to do to get back to where you were before I joined this branch. So go away and have a think about your future, and remember that if there's anything troubling you at home, you can always come and talk to me.”

  “No – I've got no problems at home Brian,” I replied dishonestly, before adding “If that's all Brian, I'd better get back to it?”

  “No that's all for today Samantha, now I want you to go home and think things through – rather than stay late tonight, and then return tomorrow with a fresh spring in your step...”

  ***

  I walked from his office with the feeling of a distinct tear in my eye, as everything that he had said was absolutely true, but I just hadn't been prepared to be told that my performance was quite so woeful, as he had pointed out. I could clearly sense that the other personal bankers were watching me, as I grabbed my hand bag from beneath my desk and headed for the main door. They'd all be doing at least another 2 hours of work - chasing up their sales leads and no doubt pulling further ahead of me in the league table, but all I wanted was to get myself home – and lock the front door behind myself.

  Four hours later, and whilst enjoying my third glass of cheap white wine, with the empty tray of my pasta meal for one next to me on the coffee table, I looked intently at the screen of my laptop. I was logged into my online banking account and looking at the previous months outgoings, to try to ascertain where the end of this month would leave me financially, especially without receiving any kind of bonus. It was a grim picture, as without John's contribution to the rent, and with all of the other bills including my credit cards and the repayment on my recently purchased second-hand BMW Mini, I calculated that I'd be earning at least £700 less that my outgoings.

  I therefore concluded that I needed to get back on track, and fast, or, if I was willing to lower myself, I could see two or three guys, for some account balancing 'cash for sex' liaisons. For me, sadly there would always be that option, lurking in the background of my mind, as it was always the easy option waiting in the wings, just in case things became a real struggle, but it certainly wasn't an option that I was willing to bring into play right now.

  My thoughts were then swiftly interrupted, as my phone bleeped, and I eagerly picked it up in the hope that it was anther message from Claire, and that she was now up for a night out tomorrow, on Friday night, but sadly it was just another message from Jamie, and it read 'Hey babes, you up to much tonight? X x x'.

  I really wasn't in the mood for another night of intrusive text messages from him, and so I sent him a message straight back, simply saying 'I'm out, with friends tonight, so I'll text you tomorrow x'.

  My Friday morning at work seemed to be going surprisingly well, as against my recent run of poor form, I seemed to be getting myself back on track. I'd sold two home insurance policies, opened a current account as well as two ISAs and even managed to pass one customer upstairs to the local business manager. Brain even looked over at me with an approving nod, and despite noticing that he had a dubious stain on his tie, which resembled dried egg yoke, I smiled back, as if to say 'I'm gonna do this, I'm gonna get back to how I used to be – to be the branch's top seller.' I think that we both knew that this month was a total right off, no matter what I did now, but there was always next month, as I felt that my confidence was finally beginning to return!

  My temporary return to form was interrupted though, as mid-afternoon, just after I had helped a customer to understand how online banking works, a tall figure suddenly jumped the queue and sat before me at my desk. I had already been acutely aware of his entrance into the branch, as this hooded character had thrown down his BMX just outside the main door, partially blocking the entrance, but with him now sat before me, I had no option but to talk to him.

  “What are you doing here Jamie?” I coolly asked, whilst trying
to keep my professional composure.

  “I just thought I'd pop in and see you, as I've just finished work...”

  “Well thanks for popping in, but as you can see – I've got a queue of customers lined up to see me.

  “Popular girl aren't you, by the way I'm loving the glasses Sammy!”

  “Thanks, but I've really got to get on, so what is it that you want Jamie?”

  “I just wondered if you wanted to do something tonight, as it's Friday night?”

  I paused, suddenly aware that this had become all the more difficult with him sat in-front of me, and then responded with “Look we do need to talk, so I'll phone you later – yeah?”

  Brian then thankfully provided a welcome, but rare interruption, as he leant between us, with his hand on the back of the chair that Jamie was slouched in and said “Is everything okay here Samantha?”

  Jamie looked up at him with a scowl, as I interjected before he could speak and said “Yes everything's just fine, I was just explaining to this young man that he needs to make an appointment to see me.”

  As Jamie got up, he looked at Brian, no doubt noting his middle-aged spread and the dried egg on his tie, as he said “Yeah she's a popular girl this one, so I've just made an appointment, and I'll let you know how it goes mate!”

  Brian looked totally flummoxed, especially as Jamie then winked at him, and promptly swaggered out of the branch.

  ***

  That evening, after a much needed post-work shower and my standard ready meal for one, I sat in my dressing gown, texting the girls. Although I was aware that we'd already had our Wednesday girls night out, I was desperate to try to cajole them into getting their heels on and coming into town with me. I knew that my finances were in a total mess, but I just didn't want to be sat in alone, I needed to be out there – enjoying myself with my favourite girlies. Unfortunately though, it was a fruitless task, as one by one they all told me that they had other plans for the evening.

  Half an hour later another text message arrived, this time from Jamie, which read 'Hey babe, you still up for chatting, as I could pop over? X x x'