"You were quite drunk when we meet April. I think you had just been to the toilet when you fell into me in the corridor. I propped you up against a wall while I went for a piss, you were still there when I got back, so we started to talk. You really should watch how much you drink, because you asked me to take you home and fuck you. I could have been anyone, mad axe man or a rapist or something. Anyway, I brought you here and gave you some coffee to try and sober you up a bit. God knows what you carry in your handbag, but you brought out some powder and tipped it into your coffee, then drank the whole lot. You told me it was GBH and that I should do with you as I pleased. That I should treat you like a whore; beat you, fuck your arse and screw your mouth. Your words, not mine. I put you to bed, but then things got a little out of hand and we ended up as we are now. But, just for the record, I have not screwed you, when you saw Max and that was it, I was always going to be second best. You also said that I should ignore you in the morning. That you would have no memory and I should treat you like a slave. What is happening now is your wishes, but if you want to change your mind, that's okay with me." He paused and a look of concern crossed his features.

"Listen April, I don't know what your problem is, but I am not usually overly successful with women, or at least picking them up, but you threw your self at me and I will take full advantage of the situation if I can."

He sat on the edge of the bed while he explained and rested his huge hand on her right thigh. The touch of his warm skin produced a shudder and rekindled the heat in her guts.

"Dave..." April began. "I am usually quite circumspect about picking up men. I find it very difficult when I am sober, but given a few drinks, it's like an alter ego takes over and I have found myself in some awful situations. This is one of the worst I must say. Did I really fuck the dog?"

"I'm afraid you did. Max wasn't too keen at first, but after you had sucked him almost to death, he couldn't wait to jump you. I know my dog, and he is hoping for a return. Perhaps it is some kind of subconscious desire or something, but honestly, you were like a pro and seemed to love every second.

April thought for a little while, going quiet. She reviewed her life to now, some of the men she could remember and one or two of the exploits she had found herself engaged in. It wasn't a pretty picture and had a seam of drink and drug abuse running right through it. On One hand, she was a very successful business lady. Her cosmetics outlet made more than could be expected and afforded her comfort and excellence. The other hand had showed a woman who seemed bent on self-depreciation and even destruction. She knew that drinking in binges as she did and coupling these bouts with barbiturates or whatever she could score would kill her one way or another. What she couldn't work out was why. She also couldn't work out why she let herself descend into depravity in these sodden states, or why she should feel the need.

"I guess I am messed up Dave." She finally had admitted it to someone. Her life was a sham and a confluence of mixed up emotions that probably needed a trained analyst to sort out. She began to cry. Dave gently unclipped the cuffs and held her heaving shoulders, letting her release the emotions.

They stayed in an embrace of comfort for some time until, at last, her sobs ebbed and she sniffed while trying to say sorry.

"I'm going to take you home April, I think you need to take a break, get some thinking time in eh?" He patted her bare shoulder, relishing the smoothness of her skin and the cool alabaster sheen. "Would you like some tea? I'll make some. The bathroom is through there, why not get cleaned up and refreshed while I put the kettle on?"

He got up and left April to sort her self out. She felt gratitude for his kindness while feeling sorry for herself. The look of indifferent uninterest from the dog gave him a comical expression. April laughed aloud, but her laughter quickly descended into howls of self-loathing and she buried her face in the sheets.

Dave returned with two cups on a tray and sat besides her, carefully placing the tray on the floor. He felt at a loss, as to how should he deal with this tormented woman who was clearly in need of a friend, comfort or some love. He stroked her back between the shoulder blades, lightly running his finger tips in circular patterns. The sunlight showed the downy blond hairs that were almost invisible. He noticed a brown mole on her shoulder and freckles that had almost faded. Her skin was cool to touch and her smoothness fascinated him. He looked at her hair for the first time. Although it was dishevelled from the exertions of last night, it kept a neatness and showed that she looked after her appearance. He could see that she was naturally dark blond and noted the clever cutting of a hairdresser to mask the thickness. A sudden feeling of unbearable desire overcame Dave closely followed by guilt for the thought.

April's sobs subsided; she blew her nose on the sheet and eventually sat up again. Her eyes red rimmed and puffy from the depth of her despair regarded Dave. He took her face in his hands and gently kissed her lips briefly, before reaching down for the tray and offering her the tea, which she took and sipped.

"What are you going to do April?" He felt somehow responsible for her. It was an entirely new emotion for him, up until now, he only had any empathetic feelings for Max and his Mother who still lived in a nursing home.

"We can still screw if that's what you want."

"That isn't what I meant April and you know it. I mean what are you going to do with your life? You can't go on like this. Look at you, all beaten up and unhappy, you deserve much better than this misery."

"Sorry, I'm being silly aren't I? I think I would like to go home, if that's all right with you. I'm sorry things didn't work out the way I said they would. I don't know what came over me and I am sorry."

Her face looked so pathetic that Dave melted and drew her into his arms, upsetting the tea over himself. He wanted to hold her, protect her and just love her. He didn't want to let her go, ever. The hot tea scalded him and he jumped up with a shout. They laughed then, his Jeans dripping tea onto the floor as he tried to keep the hot fabric from burning his tender groin. It must have looked quite comical because she screeched with laughter and the mood was broken.

Max jumped up and hit him in the back in excitement from picking up the sudden uplift in the atmosphere. It caused Dave to fall face down on the bed and they both ended up laughing hard while sharing a cuddle. When they got under control, Dave stood up and offered his hand and helped April up from the bed. They held each other in an embrace, before he showed her to the bathroom.

After April had washed, retrieved her clothes and dressed. They had another tea, both managing to drink them this time. They chatted over the rims of teacups and got to know each other a little. April still had no recollection of last night. The not knowing was burning away inside, but asking what had happened and not really looking forward to the answer made her hesitant until at last, she drew a deep breath and asked flat out.

"Dave, I cannot remember anything from last night, but I am not sure I really want to know either. Tell me I didn't do the dog."

"I'm afraid you did. But, you were completely out of it. I saw you put something n your drink, but it looked as if you had decided that I was your score for the night before you did. At least, you made it very plain that I should take you home. After you took the stuff though, you changed completely, almost as soon as you had finished your drink; you were demanding that I treat you like a slut. You begged me to beat you, tie you up fuck you up and use you anyway I wanted. I thought that you were just saying it to make sure I took you home. When you saw Max, well, that was it, you where out of control."

"Oh God! What did I do?"

"Do you really want graphic detail?"

"I'm not sure, but I guess... Yeah, you had better tell me, perhaps it might teach me a lesson."

"April, I watched you earlier with Max. It's nothing to be ashamed of you know. Thousands of people are tuned into animals, although it is mostly dogs, because they are closer to us. Max has had one or two female lovers before. I think it is something to do with his friendly nature. Some people are natural to it, you seem to be one of them and you shouldn't beat yourself up about it. I am not shocked in the slightest." He paused and refreshed the tea in her cup.

Sitting back down at the kitchen table, he continued to tell her about last nights events.

"When I got you home, you fell on the bed and ripped off you clothes. I'm surprised they are not ruined. You were screaming at me to fuck you. I have never seen anyone like it. But, then Max came into the room and that was that. He jumped on the bed and you sucked him off as if he had been me. Then, when he had given you a taster as you put it, you got on the floor, begged me to tie your hands and max did the rest."

"What did he do?" She already knew the answer, but she was getting quite hot listening to the description, as if it had happened to somebody else. Already, a heat was building and her pussy was getting very wet.

"Max did what Max does best, he jumped on your back and tried to fuck you, but he didn't quite get it right, I had to help him, but once her got inside you, it was like watching a pro at it." Dave paused before he carried on with his story.

"You wanted it in your arse. You got it, but he finished with his knot deep inside you. You still wanted more and sucked him until he was ready again; he shot another load into you before you collapsed comatose until this morning. I didn't get a look in, but that's okay because watching you and Max was something I shall never ever forget."

April sighed and shook her head and sipped her tea.

"April, you need to sort your life out. The way you were last night will be the death of you. One of these days, you are going to get into a situation that you can't handle. I could have been anyone; you didn't seem to care what happened to you. You have got to sort it out, besides, I would really like it if could see you again." He looked down, not sure what her answer would be.

"That would be nice." April looked at the top of his head and waited until he looked up, then looked into his eyes as she said.

"I would really like that." Dave blushed like a schoolboy. She liked his reaction and thought that perhaps, she had found someone she could like and get involved with.

"Would you take me home please or call me a cab. I really need to clean up and do some thinking. Can I call you tomorrow?"

"Sure, I'll drive you and it might be a good idea to have some time to your self.

April gave Max a loving stroke as they left his flat.


Chapter Two

Sunday morning found April back in her Chelsea flat having had a good night sleeping dreamlessly. Her body felt sore from the events of the previous night with Max. Dave had taken her home and respectfully retreated, leaving her to herself. He had left a phone number and asked her to call him when she wanted or needed anything.

The time alone had allowed April to think things through. Her life in many ways, was very successful. She earned more than enough for her needs. Enough to allow her the buying power to afford almost anything she needed. It had taken a long time to build up the business and Daddy had helped in the beginning with money. Now though, she had paid him back and had a nest egg in the bank.

It was her other life that she had to think about. There was a self-destruct mechanism at work, one that she couldn't understand. Her weekend nightlife had brought her to some situations among sex-crazed men in groups, singular or with women. It had also given her some very satisfying encounters, but she had never returned to any of these even though the offer had been made on many occasions. Once she good stoked up on drink and perhaps drugs, she was into anything as long as it was sex. Raw, tender or wild sex, she didn't care, just so long as she got royally fucked all over the weekend.

She recalled being raped at knife point. That had been one of the worst experiences, but when she eventually got away from the three guys, it was as if it had not happened and she was back at the same club the very next weekend and getting picked up by some new stranger. Perhaps it was the element of danger she craved. Perhaps it was the abuse she wanted, or perhaps, she was looking for love, but in the classic way, went about it the wrong way having nothing to base her search on. To a point, she blamed the Army life of her father for this. She had never been anywhere long enough to form attractions or relationships with boys.

April visited an often-recalled memory. Her first time; It had been with a couple of squaddies in Iraq, while civilians were still allowed. The two guys were scared shitless, knowing they were to go into battle for the first time and not knowing quite what to expect or if they would survive. April had just turned twenty then and had only gone to see her father and let him know that she had passed her exams with honours. He seemed indifferent. April got wasted for the first time in her life in the NAAFI out of spite; two young soldiers took advantage of her condition. Her two soldier lovers were not too gentle about springing her cherry as they called it. A couple of hours later she found her quarters and tried to tell he dad what had happened. He said it was all the fault of her own; he refused to take it further.

She ran a hot bath and dropped an aromatic bath bomb in. Petals and leaves floated away from the effervescent maelstrom the ball of purple made. April turned on her CD and put an album in the changer, something a colleague had bought for Christmas. She relaxed into the steaming water and drifted on strains of Barbers 'Adagio' followed by 'Moonlight Sonata' and 'Toccata without the fugue by Bach. Music had always been her salvation in troubled times.