Thursday, 14 June 2007

Public Performance

The setting has been called unpleasant and grubby and people have said that the unflushed toilets, graphitised walls and piss covered floors are a turn off, but I’ve also been told that it’s hot, hot, hot and that the characters seem very real.

“Public Performance” has been accepted for publication at Ruthie’s club, subject to the usual editing process, etc.

Here’s my initial teaser (although I have a sneaking suspicion that I might have to re-write this).

It’s Kenny’s twenty-first birthday party and his sexy, sultry, flirty girlfriend is putting on a show to remind him just how lucky he is. But when her flirting goes too far, Kenny loses his rag and the whole club stops to watch. But will the young lovers make it up and will Kenny get his hands on his special birthday treat?

And here’s a very brief extract that shows just how grubby and unpleasant the story really is.

He couldn’t face going into the packed dance hall where everyone would be staring at him. Instead, he went into the gents’ toilet. As nightclub toilets went, it wasn’t that bad. The floor was wet and muddy, and it reeked of stale urine, but there wasn’t anything nasty on the walls. He kicked open the nearest unoccupied cubicle and went inside.

“Fucking hell!” The smell hit him like a hammer. He looked in the bowl. “Fucking wanker! Bastard! Shit! Fuck man, how hard is it to flush the fucking bog!” He yanked the handle and, as the offending material flushed away, he abandoned the cubicle for one at the other end of the row. At least whoever had used this one last had the decency to clean up.

He locked the door and put the toilet seat down. He didn’t know how long he sat with his head in his hands, trying to gather his thoughts. He was more than a little drunk and found it hard to concentrate. He read the adverts scribbled on the wall—“For a good hard fuck, call Lucie on 07897 789546”. He wondered if she was the same Lucie he lived with—he didn’t recognise the number, but she had recently changed her phone. He read another. “I love to give blow jobs. Call Frank on 07775 216573”. That number he did recognise and he wouldn’t be calling it anytime soon. He shuddered at the thought of Frank sucking his cock.

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