Between Two Worlds

The text came through during the warm-up. Just three words: "Shed. Now. Alone."

She told Amanda she needed to make a call about work. Amanda barely looked up from her flask of overpriced coffee.

The walk round the pitch felt longer than usual. She could hear the ref's whistle, parents shouting encouragement. Normal Saturday sounds. Nobody watching her slip behind the equipment shed.

Chloe was waiting. Leggings, crop top, hair scraped back in a ponytail. Arms folded. Not smiling.

"Took your time."

"I came straight away."

"Did you?" Chloe stepped closer. "Cal said you were begging for it in the kitchen. On your knees and everything."

Her mouth went dry. "I didn't--"

Chloe's hand cracked across her face.

"Don't fucking lie to me."

She touched her cheek. It stung. "Yes. It's true."

"Yeah, thought so." Chloe turned her head. "Cal! Get out here."

The shed door opened. Cal stepped out, tracksuit bottoms and hoodie, grinning when he saw her face.

"She admit it then?"

"Course she did." Chloe grabbed her wrist, pulled her toward the shed. "Jack's keeping watch. Twenty minutes before anyone notices you're gone."

Inside smelled of cut grass and diesel. One small window letting in grey light. Cal closed the door behind them.

"Right," Chloe said. "Off. All of it."

Her hands shook unbuttoning her blouse. She could hear the match. Thomas would be playing. People she knew were fifty yards away.

Chloe watched her struggle with the buttons. "What's the matter? Do it in court all the time, don't you?"

"That's different."

"Yeah?" Chloe laughed. "This is different too. Faster."

She kicked off her boots. Unzipped her skirt. Stood there in her underwear and tights. Goosebumps rising. The bra was French lace, the kind you had to order online. Delicate. Expensive. Chloe's crop top had a Primark label showing at the neck.

Cal whistled. "Fuck me."

Chloe walked round her slowly. Ran her finger along the bra strap, then grabbed the waistband of the tights and ripped them straight down. The nylon shredded.

She gasped but didn't move.

"Turn around. Hands behind your back."

She obeyed. Cal stepped forward with zip ties. Chloe took them, bound her wrists. The plastic bit into her skin as Chloe pulled them tight.

"That hurts."

"Good." Chloe shoved her down onto her knees. The concrete was freezing. "Stay there."

Cal was leaning against the wall, already half-hard, hand rubbing himself through his trackies. The Nike logo was peeling off.

"Not yet," Chloe told him. She pulled down her leggings. No knickers underneath. Stood in front of her. "Go on then."

She leaned forward. Chloe grabbed her hair, stopped her.

"Fucking ask."

"Please."

Chloe yanked her hair back. "Please what? Use your words, barrister."

"Please let me--"

"Let you what?" Cal chipped in. "Come on, you're supposed to be good at talking."

"Please let me taste you."

Chloe looked at Cal. "Should I?"

He shrugged. "Up to you, babe."

"Nah." Chloe pulled her face closer anyway. "Think you need to beg better than that."

"Please, Chloe, I--"

Chloe pushed her face in. Held her there. "Shut up and do it properly."

She licked her the way she'd learned. Trying to breathe through her nose. Chloe's grip in her hair painful.

"That's better," Chloe said. Looked over at Cal. "See? Knows her place."

Cal groaned. She could hear him wanking now.

"Don't you dare come yet," Chloe said. "Just watch her. Look at her, doing this at her kid's football match."

She moaned into Chloe. Couldn't help it.

"She's getting off on it," Cal said. "Fucking hell."

"Course she is." Chloe ground against her face. "Probably thinks about this in court. All those important cases, and she's thinking about being on her knees in a shed."

Her jaw ached. Her knees hurt on the concrete. She didn't care.

When Chloe pulled away she whimpered.

"Stand up."

She struggled to her feet. Wrists still bound. Legs shaking.

Chloe walked over to Cal. Kissed him. Proper kissing, her hand sliding into his trackies. They talked quietly. She caught fragments.

"...still dripping..."

"...let me..."

"...wait..."

Chloe looked back at her. "Come here."

She walked over. They both reached for her at once. Cal's hand between her legs, Chloe's fingers joining his. Both of them inside her. Talking to each other like she wasn't there.

"How wet is she?"

"Soaking. Feel."

"Jesus."

They added more fingers. Stretching her. She bit her lip to stay quiet. The match was still going on outside. Parents cheering. Normal Saturday morning.

"Bet you've never had anyone like us," Chloe said. Not really to her. Just stating facts. "Bet all your posh mates are shit in bed."

Cal laughed. "Probably do it with the lights off."

"Please," she gasped.

They both stopped. Looked at her.

"Please what?" Chloe asked.

"Please fuck me."

Chloe pulled her fingers out. Brought them to her mouth. "Clean them first."

She sucked Chloe's fingers. Tasted herself. Salt and sex.

"Good." Chloe looked at Cal. "What do you reckon?"

"Not yet." He pulled his fingers out too. "Make her wait."

Chloe smiled. Pushed her back down onto her knees. Crouched in front of her, grabbed her face.

"You think this means something?" Her fingers dug in. "Babe, tell her."

Cal was doing his trackies back up. "You're a laugh, that's all. Something to do on a Saturday."

"See?" Chloe's grip tightened. "Just a laugh. My boyfriend fucks you because I tell him to. That's it."

Each word hit like a slap. She nodded.

"Say it."

"I'm just... I'm just something you use."

"And?"

She looked up at Chloe. "And I'm grateful."

Chloe let go of her face. Stood up. Walked back to Cal.

She watched Chloe kiss him. Watched her pull down his trackies properly this time. Watched her sink to her knees and take him in her mouth.

Cal's hands went to Chloe's hair. Gentle. Nothing like how he'd grabbed her.

"That's it, babe. Fucking perfect."

Chloe took him deeper. Working him properly. He groaned.

She knelt there watching. Wrists bound. Aching. Wanting.

Chloe pulled off. Looked at her while she wanked Cal. "You want to see him come?"

"Yes."

"Beg."

"Please let me watch. Please."

Chloe went back to sucking him. Slower now. Making it last. Cal's breathing got ragged.

"Fuck, close."

Chloe pulled off. "Where?"

He looked at her. The barrister. On her knees in a shed. "Her face."

Chloe smiled. Pulled her to her feet by her hair, positioned her in front of Cal.

"Kneel. Look up at him."

She knelt. Looked up. Cal was wanking himself now, staring down at her.

"Mouth open," Chloe said.

She obeyed. Kneeling there. Waiting.

Cal came with a groan. Hit her face. Her tongue. Her French lace bra.

"Don't swallow."

She held it in her mouth. Tasting him.

"Now swallow."

She did.

Chloe grabbed her face. Kissed her hard. Tasting Cal on her tongue. When she pulled away she spat on her face.

"That's for going behind my back."

The spit ran down her cheek. Mixed with Cal's come.

Outside, the ref blew the whistle. Halftime.

"Shit," Cal said. "Need to go."

Chloe undid the zip ties. Threw her clothes at her.

"Clean yourself up. You look like a mess."

She fumbled with her blouse. Hands shaking. Her tights were ruined. She'd have to go back bare-legged.

"Next time," Chloe said, watching her dress, "you remember whose you are."

She nodded. Pulled on her boots.

Cal opened the door. Checked outside. "Clear."

She slipped out first. Walked back round the pitch. Legs bare. Face still sticky despite wiping it.

Amanda looked up when she got back. "Everything alright? You were gone ages."

"Fine." She smiled. "Just work. Never ends."

"Tell me about it." Amanda turned back to the match.

She stood there. Come drying on her bra. Spit on her face. Still aching.

Thomas scored. Everyone cheered. She clapped along.

Perfect mother. Perfect professional.

Nobody could see what she really was.