I had just come out of school and was making my way home with one of my friends when my mobile rang. I had put three numbers in it – George's and Graham's mobiles and Little Pavel's house number. It was Graham: “Teri,” he said, “ can you come over to my house? Christy's gone to the park with one of her friends – not that she's got that many – so I'm here all alone and have something I want to give you, something that should cheer you up.”
“How do you know I need cheering up?” I asked. Other people were always deciding my moods and feelings for me, but he was probably right. It was Friday afternoon and I had no plans for the weekend – which meant that neither Graham nor George had told me what I'd be doing over the weekend – which was unusual, as one of them nearly always wanted me to spend my time with him.
I told Graham I'd be over in about twenty minutes and he hung up. “Who was that?” asked Cherie, and I just told her that my Uncle wanted to give me something. “You lucky bitch,” said Cherie, “no-one ever gives me anything. I even have to work for my pocket money – wash the car, or help clear up the house or something,”
I told her she should try to make new friends who would appreciate her. When she asked me how could she make friends like that, I said that there were plenty of Men who like the company of girls – they seem to think it keeps them young, especially the much older ones. “Would you like me to introduce you to some I know?”
“Ooh, yes please!” she squealed with delight. “What would I have to do for them?”
“Well, it just depends. A lot of the time you don't have to 'do' anything, just be there, maybe run some errands, maybe just chat with them, a lot of them like cuddles and stuff, you just let them do things to you.”
“Is it fun?” And I had to think about it – if I was going to be honest, I would have to say that it wasn't really a lot of fun, but it could be nice, or at least, OK.
“Well, it certainly beats washing your Dad's car, and I bet they would give you more than you get for doing that. As I say, they do most of it, you just have to let them, and maybe kiss them.”
“Well,” she said. “maybe you could introduce me to one or two, and I could find out whether they like me enough to give me presents just for that.”
So I promised that I would, then said “Cheerio,” and hurried off to Graham's. I stopped at my house and quickly changed out of my uniform – I always did this when I got home, especially on Fridays cause I wanted to leave School right behind me for the weekend!
When he answered the door, he was wearing a suit, white shirt and tie, and looking like he was going to work, but he invited me in. Before we went further than the Hall, he said that he'd just received a visit from one of his friends, not someone from Shangri La, but someone he'd been telling about me and wanted to meet me. My eyes must have opened wide in surprise, and he noticed this. “Norrie's just arrived, I wasn't expecting him, but I told him you were on your way. So he's in the Living Room, let me introduce you, then you can have a chat while I fetch us all some drinks.
And he opened the door and showed me in. A man about the same age as Graham was sitting on a chair beside the Dining Table and looking through a magazine. When I came in, he dropped it on the table and invited me to join him, so I went to pull up another chair, but he asked me to pull it right up beside his - “just so we can get to know each other.” So I did.
Pretty quickly, and without even asking my name, or if I was Teri, and telling me his name, his hands started wandering all over me trying to get inside my top and up my skirt/ I wasn't too sure how to respond - both Gordon and Graham were more like Gentlemen: they always asked how my day had been, or about what had been happening since we'd last been together. But this Norrie was different. No two ways about it. I'd heard some of the older girls talk about gropers in the cinema, or even on the bus, though I'd never met any myself, before now.
But I was saved from having to ask Norrie to stop, by Graham coming in with a drinks tray. And it wasn't that I particularly wanted him to stop, because both George and Graham love to run their hands all over me, unless they're pushed for time. For instance, when I visit Graham in the Surgery, he just eases his chair back so I can get under the desk, or George sometimes just tells me to kneel in front of him, or in the car, just to lean over and suck his cock. I do what they want, and tell me to do. Which is just how it is, Men are bigger and stronger than me, if I struggled. I'd probably end up hurting myself, so I don't – except for those times when they want me to act unwilling. I'm not sure if I'm very good at it, but I think they like to believe they are subduing me, and dominating me.
Which, to be truthful, they are, really. Just I maybe sometimes forget. Which is when they both stand or sit tall and say they don't want me to hurt myself, and the safest way is just to go along with whatever they are doing.
Anyway, Graham handed us a glass each and introduced us, and Norrie proposed a Toast - “To the Fuckers and The Fucked, the Whole Wide World over,” to which Graham responded: “To The Fuckers,” and I responded, “To The Fucked.” and drank our drinks. Mine was Vodka and Coca-Cola which I'd found that I rather liked, and my breath didn't small of anything but Coca Cola.
So Graham explained to me that Norrie worked with Jimmy Savile, and was his 'Advance Man'. Which meant that when Jimmy was going on a tour or anywhere, Norrie would go a week or two before and check everything, Hotels, Venues, places he would be visiting and stuff like that, to make sure everything was OK. “Now as you probably knew, Jimmy used to be a Miner, and as a DJ in his free time; well one time when he was underground there was a 'Minor' accident, and he was trapped on his own for about six hours in total darkness – and ever since, he can not sleep in a strange room without someone who doesn't suffer from claustrophobia simply being there, in case he has an attack. And as Jimmy might be coming here in the next week or two, I'm checking everything and getting all the arrangements made. Would you like to be one of the possible 'Companions' during the visit.” My shriek must have wakened the whole street, and I kissed Norrie on the lips – and, do you know? He was the same kind of kisser as George and Graham!
I was glowing inside – hopefully I'd be one of a handful of girls who would take it in turn to sleep near Jimmy, just in case he wakes up a bit overcome with agitation because of his claustrophobia. Oh, that would be Top of The Pops for me. I couldn't wait to tell Pavel, but I had to – wait, that is. Graham said he wanted me to spend half-an-hour on the Four-Poster with Norrie, just to show him what I would be able to do for Jimmy, if he took a shine to me – and Norrie said he had no doubts on that score – but oh! And this was before the try-out!
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