Harry frowned as he noticed again the old black man staring at his wife, the man was quite blatant about it, not even attempting to hide his leer as Fiona walked past his table towards the toilets. The man had come into the restaurant just after Harry and Fiona had sat down at their table and had been looking at the both of them since, but was definitely more interested in Fiona. Harry was not surprised that his young wife was ogled, in fact she was quite a stunner, so he was used to it, it’s just that the man was, well just so old, it made him feel a little disgusted.
Harry was 26 and Fiona was 23, both what would have been called yuppies in the1980”s; successful graduates, they both worked in finance, were both attractive and kept themselves fit by regular gym workouts in an expensive and exclusive club in Battersea. Each had a nice car and had an exclusive flat in nearby Wandsworth which overlooked the Common. Unfortunately Harry had been sacked two months previously from his well paid job in the City. This was a big concern to him as he had gotten used to a very nice lifestyle and although they were (or had been) well paid, their desire to have lots of very nice possessions very quickly had gotten them deeply into debt – normally not a problem, but without one half of their income, things were getting tight and Harry, rather than trade in his Bentley had managed to procure a loan via one of his friends to stay afloat until the next job came along. The trouble was that with the financial crisis only just becoming apparently very deep indeed, his job prospects were diminishing rapidly and Fiona’s job was also looking a bit uncertain.
Fiona walked back over to her husband and Sam’s eyes followed her every movement. His eyes took in the muscles moving in her swaying ass as she walked past his table, her trim waist and square shoulders, and they dropped down to her long legs again, her red high heeled shoes giving them such a delicious shape. As she turned to sit down he watched her long dark hair swish and he settled to gaze at her lovely face and the cleavage that her dress was ********. He noticed her dickhead husband glowering at him and smirking he stared at him before looking at his wife once more before turning away. “Best not to start a scene in here” he thought to himself, and allowed himself a quick squeeze on his cock which had been growing hard with Sam’s lecherous thoughts about the young lady.
Sam was 64 years old, just one year way from official retirement but he also kept himself fit. Not at the same gym as Harry and Fiona, although he had been there once. That one time was last week when he had seen the young couple. He hadn’t gone there to have a fitness session though; he had gone to see the gyms owner, an old friend from way back when they both boxed together in Hackney. His friend Markey had done well for himself, winning many bouts and founding his chain of exclusive gyms but had always remained firm friends with Sam, who had less success both in and out of the ring, and often rubbed shoulders with the “wrong” sort of people, acting as an enforcer sometimes for loan sharks. Nowadays he let the youngsters do the heavy work, and just did the talking as his victims were clubbed to the ground, persuading them that paying up really was the most sensible option.
“Billy” Brown was one of his employers and just last week summoned Sam to his office in Leyton. “Sam”, he had said, “I need you to put a little frightener on one of my customers. Don’t let it get out of hand, I’m just a little worried about this geezer who is in for half a mil, and I’m reckoning he is going to have trouble repaying it. He might need a little convincing. This is where he lives and this is where you might find him”, he pushed over to Sam a yellow “Post-it” note with a scribble on it. “Yeah, he is often in your mate Markey’s gym. Say hello from me if you see Markey and give the geezer the message that next month is his first installment. Ok?”
Sam nodded and set off to see his old mate Markey, it had been a few months since they met and with any luck he’d spot Billy’s sucker there.
As it happened, Markey told Sam to come back in the evening when quite likely he would see the man. Markey smiled when Sam mentioned why he was visiting.
“Oh, boy, this guy’s wife is something to see, Sam. Usually they come together in the evenings, I’ll point them out to you from here in the office” He spread his hand towards the large plate glass window overlooking the Gym, where he could see his customers working out. “In fact we’ll watch her from the cams in the changing room as well and you’ll see what I mean”, he said with a broad grin. Sam grinned as he remembered a few drunken hours watching Markey’s female clients undress in the changing rooms by the hidden camera’s Markey had installed. It was one of the fringe benefits he occasionally allowed his close friends to join in with him on.
That evening Sam was sitting in front of the screen in Markey’s office with a rock solid erection. He was watching stunningly beautiful woman undress and put on her gym clothes. The quality of the picture was not that great but even so he could see her breasts were firm and round, no sag at all and her ass was trim and firm. Sam loved to fuck white women; he imagined watching his cock slide into this woman’s pussy and sucking on her breasts as he fucked her. He knew instantly what his method of intimidation would be with her waster of a husband and Markey was up for it as well.
A week later he followed the young couple into the restaurant.
Fiona had noticed the old black man’s stares and inwardly smiled at his audacity. She was used to being stared at, she knew she was very attractive and usually ignored it. She had had black guys coming on to her before but had never taken up their attempts at seduction, although she felt a little curious, wondering to herself sometimes if they really were better endowed. The old black man was quite large she noticed and looked fit. She supposed that even at his age he might still be able to have sex. She felt disappointed when he looked away and shortly after he paid his bill and left. “I’m glad that old man has gone” her husband said.
“Oh, he was harmless” she replied.
“Hmmf. I didn’t like such an old man staring at you, it’s disgusting”.
“Oh, Harry! Lighten up! Even old men have dreams, and besides I wasn’t bothered at all, in fact I felt flattered”.
“What? But he was so old, and he was black”.
“Christ Harry, you really are a bigot! Some of our friends are black, what are you saying?”
“Oh, come on Fi, you know that most of them are thugs and thieves. Our friends are only just a little bit more educated, but even they are only just out of the jungle”.
“That’s a wicked thing to say Harry, I never thought you were such a racist!” she said in a whisper, looking around to see if anyone had overheard what her husband had said. Relieved she saw no one staring at them.
“Come on, let’s pay the bill and go”, she said, “I’ve got work to go to tomorrow, even if you haven’t” she goaded her husband. Red faced he called the waiter over and got out his credit card. “You can’t pay, Harry, you know you have no salary coming in and you have you’re next payment due on the car.
“Dammit Fi, I will pay and don’t worry about money. I’ve got it sorted”
“What do you mean, Harry?”
“Just don’t worry, that’s all”.
Fiona looked askance at her husband but sensed she would get no better answer than that, so let the matter drop and they left the restaurant.
Harry was 26 and Fiona was 23, both what would have been called yuppies in the1980”s; successful graduates, they both worked in finance, were both attractive and kept themselves fit by regular gym workouts in an expensive and exclusive club in Battersea. Each had a nice car and had an exclusive flat in nearby Wandsworth which overlooked the Common. Unfortunately Harry had been sacked two months previously from his well paid job in the City. This was a big concern to him as he had gotten used to a very nice lifestyle and although they were (or had been) well paid, their desire to have lots of very nice possessions very quickly had gotten them deeply into debt – normally not a problem, but without one half of their income, things were getting tight and Harry, rather than trade in his Bentley had managed to procure a loan via one of his friends to stay afloat until the next job came along. The trouble was that with the financial crisis only just becoming apparently very deep indeed, his job prospects were diminishing rapidly and Fiona’s job was also looking a bit uncertain.
Fiona walked back over to her husband and Sam’s eyes followed her every movement. His eyes took in the muscles moving in her swaying ass as she walked past his table, her trim waist and square shoulders, and they dropped down to her long legs again, her red high heeled shoes giving them such a delicious shape. As she turned to sit down he watched her long dark hair swish and he settled to gaze at her lovely face and the cleavage that her dress was ********. He noticed her dickhead husband glowering at him and smirking he stared at him before looking at his wife once more before turning away. “Best not to start a scene in here” he thought to himself, and allowed himself a quick squeeze on his cock which had been growing hard with Sam’s lecherous thoughts about the young lady.
Sam was 64 years old, just one year way from official retirement but he also kept himself fit. Not at the same gym as Harry and Fiona, although he had been there once. That one time was last week when he had seen the young couple. He hadn’t gone there to have a fitness session though; he had gone to see the gyms owner, an old friend from way back when they both boxed together in Hackney. His friend Markey had done well for himself, winning many bouts and founding his chain of exclusive gyms but had always remained firm friends with Sam, who had less success both in and out of the ring, and often rubbed shoulders with the “wrong” sort of people, acting as an enforcer sometimes for loan sharks. Nowadays he let the youngsters do the heavy work, and just did the talking as his victims were clubbed to the ground, persuading them that paying up really was the most sensible option.
“Billy” Brown was one of his employers and just last week summoned Sam to his office in Leyton. “Sam”, he had said, “I need you to put a little frightener on one of my customers. Don’t let it get out of hand, I’m just a little worried about this geezer who is in for half a mil, and I’m reckoning he is going to have trouble repaying it. He might need a little convincing. This is where he lives and this is where you might find him”, he pushed over to Sam a yellow “Post-it” note with a scribble on it. “Yeah, he is often in your mate Markey’s gym. Say hello from me if you see Markey and give the geezer the message that next month is his first installment. Ok?”
Sam nodded and set off to see his old mate Markey, it had been a few months since they met and with any luck he’d spot Billy’s sucker there.
As it happened, Markey told Sam to come back in the evening when quite likely he would see the man. Markey smiled when Sam mentioned why he was visiting.
“Oh, boy, this guy’s wife is something to see, Sam. Usually they come together in the evenings, I’ll point them out to you from here in the office” He spread his hand towards the large plate glass window overlooking the Gym, where he could see his customers working out. “In fact we’ll watch her from the cams in the changing room as well and you’ll see what I mean”, he said with a broad grin. Sam grinned as he remembered a few drunken hours watching Markey’s female clients undress in the changing rooms by the hidden camera’s Markey had installed. It was one of the fringe benefits he occasionally allowed his close friends to join in with him on.
That evening Sam was sitting in front of the screen in Markey’s office with a rock solid erection. He was watching stunningly beautiful woman undress and put on her gym clothes. The quality of the picture was not that great but even so he could see her breasts were firm and round, no sag at all and her ass was trim and firm. Sam loved to fuck white women; he imagined watching his cock slide into this woman’s pussy and sucking on her breasts as he fucked her. He knew instantly what his method of intimidation would be with her waster of a husband and Markey was up for it as well.
A week later he followed the young couple into the restaurant.
Fiona had noticed the old black man’s stares and inwardly smiled at his audacity. She was used to being stared at, she knew she was very attractive and usually ignored it. She had had black guys coming on to her before but had never taken up their attempts at seduction, although she felt a little curious, wondering to herself sometimes if they really were better endowed. The old black man was quite large she noticed and looked fit. She supposed that even at his age he might still be able to have sex. She felt disappointed when he looked away and shortly after he paid his bill and left. “I’m glad that old man has gone” her husband said.
“Oh, he was harmless” she replied.
“Hmmf. I didn’t like such an old man staring at you, it’s disgusting”.
“Oh, Harry! Lighten up! Even old men have dreams, and besides I wasn’t bothered at all, in fact I felt flattered”.
“What? But he was so old, and he was black”.
“Christ Harry, you really are a bigot! Some of our friends are black, what are you saying?”
“Oh, come on Fi, you know that most of them are thugs and thieves. Our friends are only just a little bit more educated, but even they are only just out of the jungle”.
“That’s a wicked thing to say Harry, I never thought you were such a racist!” she said in a whisper, looking around to see if anyone had overheard what her husband had said. Relieved she saw no one staring at them.
“Come on, let’s pay the bill and go”, she said, “I’ve got work to go to tomorrow, even if you haven’t” she goaded her husband. Red faced he called the waiter over and got out his credit card. “You can’t pay, Harry, you know you have no salary coming in and you have you’re next payment due on the car.
“Dammit Fi, I will pay and don’t worry about money. I’ve got it sorted”
“What do you mean, Harry?”
“Just don’t worry, that’s all”.
Fiona looked askance at her husband but sensed she would get no better answer than that, so let the matter drop and they left the restaurant.
