Chapter Eight
Dream Job
I’ve found my dream job, and for many reasons.
For the past six months I’ve been keeping the books at a club owned and run by a gang of female bikers. As the site of a lot of illicit traffic there is quite a demand for creative accounting. My skills in this area are richly rewarded. Even better are the opportunities for skimming a little extra. On top of that, the gang often gives me gratuities, with various members tucking bills or bags of dope into my clothes.
They actually rather dote on me – or at least treat me with a half-contemptuous cosseting, as a kind of pet to be kept content so I can continue to perform tricks. They all know I’m weak-kneed with lust for every one of them. They give me a lot of flirty warnings about how I’d be almost certainly fatally
