My Fair Lad - Part 7
A reimagining of My Fair Lady. Set in London, about now.
It tells the story of Chas, a rough edged lad, down on his luck and Mark a successful banker. Mark and his banker colleague Gerry make a bet that he can teach Chas to be a gentleman and be accepted into the banking profession.
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Fallout
Chas watched as I vomited all over the floor, my dealing screens flashing red, the value of my holdings plummeting like an altimeter on a kamikaze jet.
Chas shouted `fuck' loudly and left me, I heard him power up his PC, swearing at Bill fucking Gates who must be used to it by now.
I heard him relax, `oh thank God' he exclaimed.
I turned off my PC, what's the use, I'm fucked, bankrupt.
I cleaned up my sick, wretching again, using all the kitchen roll, thankfully not on the carpet but on the oak flooring.
The carnage went on all day. London closed heavily down, New York closed down, Berlin, Paris, Frankfurt, Singapore, Tokyo, all showing red.
The base rate rocketed to try to stabilise the market. UK banks were not immune and several mergers and changes in ownership took place. The UK nationalised its biggest bank, another was `encouraged' to buy a failing one.
Chas and I sat up all night, drinking, toasting every failure. Both pissed we fell into bed. I slept soundly, in a deep and drunken haze.
Gerry was on the answer machine at 8:00am,
`Mark, Gerry here, partners meeting at 9:00am sharp, it's not looking good I'm afraid',
He hung up.
`Come on you, let's get you shaved, showered and dressed. I think the grey flannel today?' Says Chas,
I nodded.
`Is that my laying out suit?' I said.
`Very droll, any last requests for breakfast?'
Said Chas, not in tune with the enormity of the situation. How could he be, nothing more than a hobby investor, not had the years of experience to loose millions as I have done.
`I'll have the cream from your cock' I said,
`Seriously?', Chas says, grinning,
I nodded, knelt and pulled down his PJ bottoms.
He swung the last vestiges of his morning wood in front of me, not the shrivelled worm after swimming, not the engorged ramrod he so easily produces, but this beautiful beast, I licked the tip, then pulled him by his gorgeous muscular arse cheeks towards me, my nose in his groin, his cock soft and silky against my bristles, his balls sack snagging on the stiff hairs on my chin, his skin so soft so yielding, I put the palm of my hand on his shaft and pressed it hot against my cheek. His balls we're rising, his shaft now engorged.
I pulled back and took it in my grip and pushed the skin over his glans, into a rose, squishy and shiny, sticky with precum,
Chas moaned,
I pursed my lips and took in his head, pushing the skin down till my lips snapped softly around his glans.
Chas groaned again, at least I can do something well.
I spit in my mouth and coated his head then sank lower, his cockhead now nestled in my soft glutinous throat.
He pulled back and rocked forward, mewling. His hands grabbed my hair and he pulled my face to look at his,
`You want it? Then you're gonna get it',
He dragged me up by my hair and pushed me on the sofa, my body bent over the arm,
He spat at my arse, opening the crack between his fingers, the smell filling the air,
He lined up and sank in, slapping me hard, he rammed me, hard, fast, like the 18 year old stud he is, the posh layers peeled back like his foreskin, to reveal Chas the lad, the barrow boy , fucking me for all his worth. Me, like him, just with thicker layers, older yes, wiser no, the man who lost £100 million.
He's slapping now, his balls on my arse, his palm whacks my arse, stinging, now one the other side, `ouch' I yell, then,
`Fuck me harder' I shout,
He ups the pace, holding my shoulders pulling me back to make sure he's as deep as can be, his balls must be blue, I feel them crushing into my arse, as if they could fill my hole along with his shaft, all in, all up me, I'm still soft, he's ragging my arse lips, so sore, so burning hot, the squelching noise unbearable.
He pulls out, I turn quickly, he's in the pose, this stud, beating off, to spray over me. Not this time buddy. I push his hand away and take him deep in my mouth,
`You dirty cunt' Chas shouts, as he face fucks me,
He grunts and collapses holding onto my head for balance as he shoots his load, what a fucking massive load, it's drooling out of the sides of my mouth as I try to keep up with his pumping geyser. He collapses across the sofa arm, pushing his head into a cushion and moaning,
I'm hard, very hard, I part his cheeks, his fiery crack so inviting, his pucker pink.
`Oh yes' he wails and pushes his arse up,
I spit and sink in, kissing his shoulders as I take him, build him up, get him moaning, hitting his spot on every thrust, fucking his beautiful teen boy arse, so fit, his shiny, muscular globes, he's my own big dicked, living, Bernini statue, yeilding for me.
His flaming hair atop his alabaster body, reddening now, flushing, his neck, his shoulders, his upper body, a chameleon changing from a bluey white to rose to red.
I pull out, he turns and takes my cock in his mouth spluttering and coughing as I shoot, I can see my blasts squirting into his wide open mouth, I watch his sexy Adam's apple on his thick bull neck gulp as he swallows, then another.
We are on a sex high, we stand and hug and dance up and down, our cocks flapping as we celebrate our sex, our freedom, our spunkiness, just two lads enjoying each other.
We shower, filling our mouths and spitting out on each other, laughing, squirting on faces, filling again and squirting on our nips, laughing, Chas bends and I fill my mouth and squirt at his hole, soft, gaping a little, I copy, he squirts the silky, salivary water on my hole.
We hug, the water cascading over our bodies pressed up together.
I take the gel and coat his body, away from the jets, rubbing the lather to a white, silky smooth mess, all over his body. He copies on me. We stand and hug, smearing the soap on our bellies, sliding about, friction free.
I take his special shampoo and massage his hair, then his fiery pubes, he turns and I wash his golden hairy crack.
He washes me and we rinse off.
We dress quickly, I wear the tie pin, a symbol of his love, and possibly, no definitely, the most expensive thing I own right now.
The grey flannel, Church shoes, crisp shirt and diamond tie pin are bundled by Chas into an Uber.
We pull up outside the offices.
The lobby is inaccessible, people everywhere shouting. The concierge does a slit throat action and points quickly to the rear entrance. One of the guards recognises us and lets us into the echoey, cold, concrete fire escape and we walk the 10 floors.
Two security guards are waiting for me. They escort me to the boardroom. Gerry looks at me sheepishly, the other three, shout at me, then Gerry shouts `halt', they cease.
Gerry explains the position. Most dealers have lost roughly 10% of their clients portfolio's, their hedges working to limit losses.
I know what's coming, I'm almost sick again, I focus on my burning ring, stinging constantly, their voices melt away.
I pull back to focus on the words,
`And you Mark lost 110% of your portfolio, the 10% being the useless hedges you took out, merely exacerbating your losses. The clients are distraught, we are distraught'.
`So you said an average of 10% fall, who actually made on the day?',
Gerry shuffled, `well I did actually, the rising price of gold ran into metals, like cobalt, copper and even tin. Up 78%.
I saw Chas shuffling, nervously.
`and you boy?', I said to Chas,
`bout the same guvnor', he replied in his sharpest Rammo accent. The board flinched.
`How much?' I asked,
Gerry said `Mark it doesn't matter, you're finished, actually the company is finished, we're done here',
I heard Chas pipe up,
`actually I'd like to tell you, to thankyou all for giving me this chance, especially Mark and Gerry',
Chas fiddled with the trading app on his phone.
Chas continued;
`My physical stock in my Ramsgate warehouse increased by 75% and is all but sold,
My future deliveries are 40% up,
My trades not yet delivered but on the high seas are up 38%,
My hedges lost 2% but are expected to recover.
In all my initial £1,000 investment 9 months ago is now worth er, let me get the right page up here',
We waited, no one dare breathe,
`£5.623 million.',
A gasp around the room followed by resounding applause.
The security guards escorted me out of the building. As I passed Chas I realised that I hated him, I ripped the tiepin off my tie and threw it at him, the jewels sparkled as they span in the air. I watched it like a scene in slow motion as he caught it in his fist, the pin stabbing him as he gripped it.
He uncurled his hand and his tears mixed with the blood trickling out of his hand.
`I thought you loved me?' Chas sobbed,
`You were just a bit of rough that Gerry and I had a bet on, didn't we Gerry?',
I saw Chas stare at Gerry, Chas looked horrified as Gerry nodded,
`I am ashamed to say it's true Chas' he said.
`Oh and I won the fucking bet, didn't I Gerry, I won the fucking bet that you with your mockney cockney fucking accent and your fucking big dick poses. I bet Gerry 10 big ones that I could turn you into a gentleman, an honourable trader, and I fucking well did, it's me you should thank',
I laughed as Chas collapsed on the floor, Gerry went to his aid, all I could hear was weeping and sobbing from a distraught Chas.
The guards bundled me in a car and drove me to the FIA, to see if my dealings were criminal or just pure stupidity.
I'm literally done here. I phone Pa from the FIA, they'll send a car for me.
TBC