How I met Louise Chapter 5 New Friends A barman arrived with Louise's new gay friend just as the man finished cumming and fell back with a little cry. Fortunately the cry was interpreted as one of pain and merely drew attention to the blood pouring from his hand, and to the blood now also smeared in handprint designs all over her left thigh. "You better come and get that cut seen to", said the barman, and he gave the brush and shovel to the gay man and started to pull the older man away. The man was very reluctant to leave Louise, and any way his legs were not fully recovered yet, but the barman would have none of his protestations that he was alright, and so he was lead away with much backward glancing and "Can I buy you a drink?" "Red wine" said Louise, and the man was gone. The other man looked at the brush and shovel in his hand with great distaste, his lip almost visibly curling with disgust, perhaps at the dirtiness of the implements or perhaps at the prospect of doing some work, I couldn't tell. He looked at Louise's leg, and said "Ooh, that's a mess, have you got something to clean it up?" And without waiting for an answer he put the dustpan and brush down and said: "I'll go and get some wet tissues, chuck, wait there." So now the Arena was open once more: Louise bending to assess the extent of the bloodstaining on her quite co-incidently flexing thighs, and the broken glass still waiting to be picked up. Another would be wolf emerged from the shadows, a much younger guy, not fashionably dressed, just rather old jeans and shirt, and in his hand a handkerchief. "I'll wipe that off for you", he said, and without waiting for permission seized Louise's leg and began to wipe it. The knee in the face that Louise gave him was very gentle, I'm sure because he only fell backwards, and there was only the smallest amount of blood, which he quickly wiped away with the back of his hand. Louise snatched the handkerchief out of his hand as he fell and waved it like an admonishment in the air. They stared at each other for a few seconds, him propped on his elbows on the floor, she looking down at him. She waited a few seconds but he simply stared up at her, bewildered. "You really never have been taught to say please and thank you, have you?" "I was just trying to help you." "Don't help without permission." "Well can I just pick up this glass for you then?" Louise raised an eyebrow. "Please?" he said "Yes", said Louise, and walked away. She sat down at my table with her back to him, and using his handkerchief she wiped her leg, using my spit to moisten it. She held the blood-covered handkerchief out while I licked it, wiped her leg, and then made me lick it again, until her leg was clean, then she held the handkerchief up over her head, without turning round, and raising her other arm, snapped her fingers. The young man came over instantly, and took his handkerchief back. Louise didn't turn round or say anything, so the man said: "Do you want me to do anything else?" "Get some toasted sandwiches", Louise said to him, and to me "Give him ##20" "How many?" "5 or 6" "What flavour?" Louise turned to look at him. "What flavour would you like?" He thought a moment and said: "Ham". "Cheese", said Louise, and turned away. He gave me a poisonous stare and then turned on his heels and walked off. She lit a cigarette. "Who are you?" she said. "Nobody important" seemed like the right answer. "I know", she said, "but tell me what you are worth" "Well, I'm not rich! But I suppose I'm not poor either-middle class, I guess." "I have every confidence that the amount of money you have won't disappoint me, but what are you worth? Are you worth my undivided attention? Or any attention at all?" She smiled. "Are you?" I started to think how I might answer her, or indeed, if I could, when we were interrupted by the arrival of the wounded man and the guy bearing some rolls of toilet tissue. The wounded soldier had his hand wrapped in a bandage, but he was still carrying a bottle of wine and 4 glasses. He asked if they could join us since he saw that Louise was talking to me, and Louise motioned to the empty chairs. The man put the wine and glasses on the table and said apologetically: "I didn't know how many glasses to bring." As they sat down the other gay bloke returned and drew up a chair next to Louise, whispering to her in a conspiratorial fashion. She took a ##20 note out of her bag and gave it to him and he disappeared. As the older guy sat down, she said, motioning towards me: "This is a guy I beat up earlier". And gesturing towards the newcomer she said: "And this is a guy I might beat up later." We smiled weakly at each other, both red from embarrassment, but neither of us was arguing about our description. "What's your name?" said Louise to the gay man. "Nicky", he replied. "I'm Louise", said Louise, looking everyone in the eye in turn. She Meant 'I'm Louise and I'm in undisputed control, gottit?' She didn't ask anyone else. "Pour the wine Nicky", she said, and Nicky poured her out a large glass and spread the remains between the other three of us, a small glass each. Just as he finished pouring his friend arrived and gave Louise a small packet with great secrecy. "There's no wine left for you. Here, have mine, I'll get another bottle." The new arrival sat next to Louise on the opposite side to me. "Louise, this is Sandy", said Nicky, before he left the table. Once again no one else was introduced. "Now behave, Sandy, she's very strict", said Nicky in a stage whisper, and he was gone. The table was becoming like Clapham Junction with all these comings and goings, and now the banker in a pullover turned up, and was plainly disconcerted to see Louise sitting with so many people. He had brought a bottle of wine with only 2 glasses, and he felt the need to explain that there had been an enormous queue at the bar, and it had taken him so very long to get served. "Anyway, the wine's here now", he said "Put it on the table", Louise said, without turning her head. "OK. Shall I sit there?" "No, that's someone's seat." She still didn't look at him. "I'll just sit here then", he said moving to the adjacent table behind me. He looked confused and I'm certain that he was blaming himself for once again being a late arrival. Still he put the wine and both glasses on the table, without taking any for himself. Just as he moved over to his table the young man came back. "They'll bring the sandwiches over when they're ready." Louise, again without turning round, held out her hand and snapped "Change". If the rest of us were feeling embarrassed at the offhand manner in which she had treated us, it was as nothing compared to the distress and anger which became apparent on this lad's face. He coloured red, but still he reached into his pocket and gave her some coins. "Is that all?" she said. "Yes" Without a word she cast the coins down on the table in a nonchalant way, and continued to ignore him. "Will you pour the wine, please Sandy", she said, since we had all more or less finished the last helping. "The young man still stood still, unable to deal with the rejection. At last he said: "I'll sit here then". Louise at last looked at him as he walked round the table to sit in the seat vacated by Nicky. There was just the trace of a smile playing round the corners of her mouth. "That's someone's seat", she said, and began to drink her wine through a straw, looking at him under her eyebrows with big round girly eyes, every bit as big as the cat in Shrek, vulnerable as a candle in the wind, helpless. "Where the fuck do you want me to go then?" he raged. "Home", she murmured sweetly. "Fuck you", he said, anger pushing embarrassment aside, "I just bought you your sandwiches." He raised his fist, and we all stiffened up in anticipation of having to fight this young tyro while Louise continued to look as if butter wouldn't melt in her mouth. "If you bought the sandwiches, you owe me #20", she said. "Fuck you, you cunt", he said, starting to draw his fist back. Louise looked away, continuing to sip her wine, and the boy became aware of the rest of us and decided against a full scale onslaught. He kicked the chair viciously into the table spilling some wine, and strode away muttering obscenities. Sandy was impressed. He said in a voice full of admiration: "You were really hard on him, I feel sorry for him" "I didn't think he was your type", said Louise. "I do fancy a bit of rough, now and then", he said. Nicky arrived back at this point with a bottle of Champagne, and some flutes. "You'll shag anything you will, never mind a bit of rough." He put the champagne down. "I thought you'd like this, do want one of your friends to open it", and he proffered it at the older man, who opened it and gave it back to Nicky. "Who wants some?" "You two can finish the red", said Louise pushing the glass with a straw in towards me. I drank the wine through the straw that Louise had used. I felt I could taste her spittle, and I savoured it. My friend had to make do with the remains of his glass. As Nicky poured the three glasses of bubbly, and the toasted sandwiches arrived, Nicky noticed the banker sitting on his own, without drink or food, ignored by us, yet somehow still a part of the group. He said quietly to Louise: "Wow, who's that man sitting on his own over there? He's gorgeous! Can I give him some champagne?" Louise looked across at the banker. "Come here", she said. He started up out of his seat and walked shyly across and stood next to her. "Sit down". "Erm, where shall I sit?" She made her lap inviting. I wanted to jump out of my chair and curl up in that lap, the smooth, hard thighs bursting out of the hem of the little red dress, pushed up to the very top of her legs, which she held slightly apart. The shy banker hesitated. Indecision really did seem to be his problem. Louise lit a cigarette and spelled it out to him. She put the cigarette in the ashtray and said sharply: "You can sit here until this cigarette is finished. Nicky wants to give you some champagne" He sat down gingerly on the edge of one of her legs, most of his weight on his own feet on the floor. Nicky handed him a glass of champagne and as he did so Louise put one arm under his legs and the other arm around his back and lifted him properly onto her lap, but as he was reaching for the wine the sudden lift caused him to lose balance so that he was flung back onto the arm supporting his back, almost horizontal, holding the wine above his head so it wouldn't spill. Louise held him like that for ever, it seemed to me, without great effort. She looked at him until he regained his composure, and for a second longer, so that he, too, felt her strength, and then she folded his body into a sitting position and replaced him on her knee, but facing forwards, away from her. They sat like that for a few moments, the banker perched on her thighs as she tensed and swayed them slowly, leaning back on her chair, so that he sat there with his hands folded into his lap, very demure with his glass, swaying at her will. "Are you gay?" she said. "No, no, what makes you say that?" he gushed, mortified, trying to turn round to see her face. "All men are homosexual, aren't they?" She moved her legs a little further apart so he had to re-balance, and couldn't turn round to look at her, instead he had to listen to her and look at us. She jiggled him a little more. "Aren't they?" "Welllll, all men have a feminine side, I suppose" Louise moved her legs around a little more. The banker was like a little boat floating across a swelling sea, and he was about to enter the storm. As she waved him around she spoke from behind him: "Like what?" "Oh, like footballers hugging each other, I suppose." Her knees stopped moving. "We're talking about you, what do you do? Nicky here likes sucking men's dicks. Is that what you mean by feminine?" Nicky stiffened, then smiled and started preening himself. "Well, I suppose that could be feminine, yes, I suppose so." "So have you ever sucked anyone's dick?" "Jesus, no! I wouldn't do that!" He tried to turn around to face her again, but she kept him facing forward with her legs. Suddenly she put one arm around his chest pulling him backwards to lie on top of her, while she also opened her legs so that he fell through her lap, and she wrapped her legs around his tightly, so she held him completely immobilised. He tried to sit up to see what was going on, but she moved her left hand, which was holding him down across his chest, up under his chin and gripped him around the throat forcing his head back against her shoulder, and holding him still. She put her hand on his fly. "I don't like homophobes", growled Louise. "Nicky's a friend of mine." "I'm not a homophobe!" said the banker. "Honestly, I like Nicky too." He tried to sit up again. "Sit still", she said. "Do you like me?" said Nicky. "Yes" said the banker. "So what do you do with your feminine side then?" said Louise. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, but if you don't suck cocks you must have at least had your cock sucked by another bloke. All men want their cocks sucked all the time, by anyone, don't they? "Not all men" said the strangled banker, weakly. "This cigarette is running out", said Louise. "We're not talking about all men we're talking about you. All the men I like, like to have their cocks sucked by other men, even if they pretend it's me who's doing it." Louise took her hand off his trousers and grabbed my hand, since I was sitting next to her, and put it on his fly, and still holding it pressed it into his groin. At the same time she forcibly turned the bankers head so that he could see what she had done. She pressed my hand down into his loins so hard that he was compelled to breathe in and was crushed into Louise's body. "You're quite a wanker!" said Louise to me. "Of course you won't be as good as the other men that this boy has been sucked off by before though, will he?" and she turned his head towards her face. Still the banker hesitated, so Louise let go of my hand with a final pressure that told me I was to keep holding and sat up with the banker. She reached forward and picked up her untouched cigarette, now almost burnt out, and deliberately squeezing the banker as she brought her arm across his body to put the fag end in her mouth said: " Indecision costs more than error. It is not better to be late, it is too late. Better tell us quickly." She took a deep drag on the fag which took it down to the filter. "Yes", he said as she leant forward to stub out the cigarette. Personally I thought that this could be the first sexual experience this previously reserved man had ever had, let alone a torrid cross-sexual relationship. But I wasn't surprised that he said yes. The alternative was probably banishment to the artic wastes of the table he had just come from, or worse. Louise wasn't satisfied, but she stopped with the dog-end halfway to the ashtray "Yes what?" "Yes, I like it." "Like what? For god's sake say the words you mean." "I like being sucked." "Good boy!" She said, as she extinguished the butt. She put her arm under his legs and still cradling him in her left arm she lifted him up again and sat him sideways across her lap. She picked up my hand, which I had not dared to move even when she was carrying him over her knees, and holding it in the air by the wrist with an air of exaggerated distaste, she turned to the banker and addressing him like a small child, said: "And you like Nicky, don't you?" "Yes", he said, sheepishly. "Sandy", said Louise, "could you get yourself a new seat around the table so our friend can sit between Nicky and I?" When Sandy got up, Louise lifted the man across and onto the seat. He was still holding his champagne glass. Nicky leant across him with the champagne bottle and shaped to pour. "Here, have a glass of champagne", said Nicky, turning his face to look into the banker's eyes. "Thank y ... " said the banker as they kissed, while the rest of us applauded wildly.