One day At A Time, Sweet Jesus!
When I told Ronnie about Vikki being in the room, I was a bit worried he might be angry, but he just ruffled my hair and said that was fine, he was glad I had a friend nearby. He was interested to hear about Boris, he'd heard of him but didn't actually know him and didn't realise he'd been at the Club when we were there. “He sounds like a guy with similar interests,” he said – obviously meaning me and Vikki – and grinned: “we might be able to do some business, me and this Boris!”
     I had no idea what he meant by that – obviously nothing to do with Djing, which was where most of Ronnie's money came from, not that he was a DJ himself, but he arranged bookings and appearances for Jimmy Savile and got a percentage for himself. As well as being an Advance Man and sorting out accommodation and all the other stuff he did.
     “Come over here,” he said, patting his lap. I knew what he meant, so I knelt down between his legs, unzipped his trousers and quickly popped out his already erect Cock. I kissed it on the tip and quickly took it in my mouth. While I was bobbing my head and sucking, I heard him dial a number on the phone and then talking to someone – called Jimmy!
 
    I concentrated on keeping up my rhythm on the Cock in my mouth, while also listening to one end of a conversation. Jimmy was oviously doing a lot of the talking, so mostly Jimmy was just saying, “Yes, OK, that's all fixed, don't worry – it's sorted,” and stuff like that which meant nothing to me, but then: “Yeah, she's here, sucking me off right now, okay, after she's swallowed I'll call again and you can have a word.”
     I had stopped moving while he was talking about me but once his hands came and held my head, he started controlling me and got a good rhythm going and it wasn't too long till he shot a load into me mouth. I swallowed like mad and looked up at him. He was wanking off and a few little spurts of cum landed on my face. He helped me up and licked them off himself. I felt then that I loved Ronnie, even more than George Gill, which felt strange, but Ronnie was so attentive and seemed to do just the right thing every time.
     He was also always true to his word. He phoned Jimmy back and handed the phone to me: “Hiya Teri, Jim here – listen, I've been hearing about you from everyone: my old mate Grocer George has been talking about you for months, and Doc Monty says you're the best thing since sliced bread, and now My Man Ronnie there says he's never had such a great little goer, so are you gonna Go for Me?” For a few seconds I couldn't speak, my emotions were bubbling and fizzing and noiw that I had Jimmy on the line – the real man, my Hero – I squaked! “Oh jimmy, I'll do anything for you, and I want to ask you one wee favour,” and I didn't even have to explain: “No problem, Sweetheart, you'll be on the show and I'm gonna Fix It for your cousin Jo to go to Disneyland, how's about that then?” and I almost fainted, but Ronnie held me upright and I managed to thank Jimmy: “Oh, Jimmy,  absolutely anything, I owe you Big Time, you are the most wonderful man in the whole wide world!” and he laughed, “Yorkshire too, babe. But I've gotta go now, let me just have a word with Our Kid,” and I handed the phone back to Ronnie who agreed to something and then hung up.
    “I don't know how you've dunnit, Teri,” he said, with a twinkle in his eye, “but you've got our Boyyo there ready to eat out of your Fanny,” and he kissed me right on the lips and did that little tongue dart that they all seemed to like doing. He didn't actually say Fanny, it was that other word – See You Next Tuesday. I didn't mind the men saying it, but I couldn't and I couldn't write it either, And I still shy from doing that even now, all these years later.
     That night we went to the Pictures at the top of Leith Walk. I can't remember what the film was, but what Ronnie wanted me to do was put my hand under his coat (that he held on his lap) and just wank him slowly, and he'd tell me to stop if he was getting near to cumming, and just hold it gently until he said to start again and then, when it was time, he lifted his coat slightly and I leaned over, put
 
my mouth round his cock and he shot off into my mouth and I swallowed the lot. Then, after a bit, we did it all again. He came three times while we were in there. I don't know if anyone realised what was going on, there wasn't anyone in the seat right behind me and he usually came when it was quite dark on the screen and so in the auditorium too. He really got a kick out of taking risks. He liked to fuck in lifts in his car and anywhere else where someone could walk in at any moment. And his timing was always spot on – but then he'd probably been doing it with other girls before me for about 40 years or so. He also had a little Spy Camera and that was how he got pix of these sucks and fucks - he loved photographing everything - and had albums of himself - or parts of himself - with lots of different girls. And he said he could remeber every time, just like it was yesterday!
     I think that was the night he mentioned inviting a few friends over at the weekend and asked me to see if Vikki was free and maybe my school friend Laura, though he hadn't seen her before, just heard me talking about her. I said I'd find out - “what if Boris is going to be there, do you want to invite him?” I asked.
     “Ask Vikki and if he's going to be around, if so, she obviously wouldn't be able to come by herself, but in that case I'll phone him and maybe meet him and give him a personal invitation. Jimmy's going to try to make it, but his Mum's been a bit poory, so he can't promise.” And I thought it was a shame – here was Jimmy doing as much as he could to cheer people up, raising money for charities, running marathons and long-distance walks, and doing voluntary work in hospitals and Fixing It for people like me and Jo, and looking after his Mum: “Someone should try to Fix a Surprise or Treat  for Jimmy,” I said to Ronnie, “he's always doing things for other people,” and he agreed - “I dunno how he finds the time, Teri, the man is a walking Saint! But as for you, young girl, we'll go shopping tomorrow and get you all tarted up for the Punters! Laura too, wotcha say?”
    And I was well pleased.   Although I didn't catch on just then, I later found out that the reason Ronnie referred to the men who came to that Party and others he organised were paying for the girls. He was actually prostituting us without our knowing. And this was just the start! And, okay, it was all in a good cause, with the money going towards Jimmy's charities, like these Fundraising Dinners and things that politicians hold for their supporters, £500 a seat or suchlike, so when I found out I didn't mind, though it would have been nice to know at the time. The Men used to call me a Tart and a Slut, but never a Whore or a Prossie – maybe because of my age, or because they liked to believe that I loved them.