Nobody's Fault by Derek Haines (rm book recommendations txt) 📕

his uncombed straggly long blonde hair, his blue eyes, his way with words (which was far from eloquent, unless ‘geezz I’d like t’ fuck you’ could be described as eloquent), or whether it was an instinctive ability to emit the right pheromones on cue, Steve always had woman to spare. To Steve, the word woman or girl could have been easily replaced by fuck or screw. That’s all they were to him. A fuck. He was far to self centred to have any feelings for them.
His nickname of Snake had taken on an additional meaning to his mates who joked that he was ‘just a life support system for a cock!’ His mates admired Steve for his bravado and confidence. They also liked being around Steve because they all believed that their own chances of getting laid were better. They had all scored at least one or two of Steve’s girls. He didn’t keep them long, and if you wanted choice, there were plenty of ex-girlfriends still hanging around. It was a puzzle none of his mates could solve. Steve would find a girl, fuck her a couple of times, ignore her as soon as he found a new one, which was pretty swiftly, but they still stayed around looking to be possibly screwed again. It was a conundrum they would never solve. To Steve, it wasn’t a puzzle. It was just life. It was just how he wanted it. He had never stopped to think about it. He didn’t need to, he always seemed to get what he wanted. Asked one evening at a party by a friend, ‘Hey Snake, how many woman have you fucked?’ He replied in an instant, ‘Not enough!’
He was unaware that apart from the daughter he knew about, who was nearly two years old, there were two other children with his name as their father. A son just born. And another daughter just about to be.
For all of his quick wit and likeable personality, Steve’s criminal record, and his criminal associations would inevitably lead him into serious trouble. He had skated through the Children’s Court almost unscathed, and had sidestepped a prison sentence in his first appearance in the Local Court. The police knew him as a petty criminal, and although he was a nuisance, he was not on their most wanted lists. To the Northbridge Group who ran a large proportion of the drug trade in Perth he was unknown. He was a minor dealer, and his contact was one of the underlings of the Group. Steve bought his stuff from his contact who looked like a nightclub bouncer. He probably was, because he was fucking huge, and seemed to live like a statue at the entrance to the Pink Cockatoo nightclub. Steve had never seen his contact anywhere else. He didn’t even know his name.
It was in March 1986 that Steven Sharp’s luck would change from good luck to bad luck. As nothing was ever planned in his life, all events could only be put down to luck. Be it good or bad. He had enjoyed a very consistent run of good luck since he was ten, so maybe it was just a matter of time before this situation changed. If this was so, March 1986 marked the arrival of that time.
Nineteen years old, and as cocky as shit, Steve Sharp would listen to no one. He knew it all! He always seemed to get what he wanted, and had a happy knack of not getting caught for his serious indiscretions or petty criminal activities. He was a petty thief, social security cheat and small time drug dealer. He had a big mouth and an over active cock, but apart from these occupations and qualities he didn’t attract a lot of attention other than amongst his circle of friends and acquaintances. He was about to get noticed, and it would not be pleasant.
It was a warm March Friday night in late summer that Steve made his usual trip into Northbridge. He caught a bus into the city and walked the few blocks to the Pink Cockatoo on James Street, to buy his stuff for the week. He did the deal quickly. The quantity he bought was always the same, and the price stayed about the same also. He understood the price varied a little from time to time if supply was easy or tough. He did the deal in less than thirty seconds. He was going to walk the short distance to have a few beers at a pub at the corner of William Street as he usually did. There were a regular few that he knew there and often a few new chicks for him to have a go at. Instead he decided to have a few drinks inside the Pink Cockatoo first. The few times that he had ventured inside the Pink Cockatoo previously, he has stayed only a short while. It was not a nightclub with his type of music or people. It was a club frequented by young brash moneymakers from the opposite end of town to Steve. They came for the talk of money, the martinis, the class atmosphere and the cocaine. Steve had trouble understanding why it was so popular. ‘Why would so many people came to a nightclub without a band playing?’ he thought to himself as he walked to the bar to buy a beer. ‘And the disc jockey is such a wanker.’ was his second thought as his beer was placed on the bar for him. He paid for his drink, and had a third thought, ‘I bet that barman is a poofter.’ As he swallowed half of the contents of his glass of beer in one gulp, Steve had his fourth thought. This one was going to lead directly to his change of luck from good to bad. ‘Shit, I’d like to fuck that!’ The thought was not unusual. The object of it was.
His eyes were glued to woman sitting quietly by herself at the opposite end of the bar. She was in her thirties, elegantly dressed wearing a black suit. Her skirt was a little longer than fashion of the day demanded, and the cut of her jacket gave her an appearance of a woman who knew what she wanted. She wore a small amount of jewellery. Enough to suggest to any eye that she has access to more than just a few dollars. Her shoulder length jet black hair was held back from her forehead with a simple velvet hair band. She had style and class. Her dark brown eyes were clear and sharp, and could cut a man down at a hundred paces. As Steve approached her and caught her glance, she did not cut him down. As he sat down next to her at the bar, she just stared. Steve stared back. Steve won. The woman spoke first. ‘This doesn’t look like your kind of place.’ she said. Steve answered with a shrug. Then took another mouthful of his beer. It emptied his glass. He then focused his attention on the barman to get his glass refilled, ignoring totally whether the woman he wanted to fuck had a drink or not. When his beer arrived the woman ordered her own refill of chardonnay. After two more drinks and only a few words of conversation, the woman stood from her stool, looked at Steve authoritatively and said, ‘Well, are you coming?’ Steve followed her to the door, and then to her car. He had never been in a Mercedes before. As the woman drove car out of the car park Steve was about to say something smart, when the dark eyed woman placed her hand on his thigh and gently rubbed up and down. She took her hand away to turn the car around the approaching corner, and returned it as the car straightened. She moved her hand higher and found what she hoped she would find. To Steve nothing was unusual. This was just going to be another one of his fucks.
As the car pulled to a halt in the driveway, Steve had trouble believing his luck. ‘This woman is loaded.’ he thought. ‘What a fucking house!’ In the dark of the night, all he could really see was the fountain, lit to give the water a sparkling bluish appearance. He noticed the triple garage in front of him, and the double doors at the entrance of the house. The first thing that ran through his mind was that this house would be worth knocking over one night. Later when he had the luxury of hindsight, he would wonder why he didn’t instead have the thought, ‘I wonder who this slut is tied up with?’
It was obvious to Steve that she wanted to be fucked. This conclusion of his was confirmed promptly as she led him directly to the master bedroom. He had never seen a bed so big. King size beds were not the norm in Steve’s life. He had no idea what an en suite was either. But he did think it was a great idea having a door directly from the bedroom to the bathroom. He sat on the edge of the bed as the woman disappeared into the en suite. He was a little nervous at the surroundings. He didn’t want to show it, but this was strange territory for him. For the first time in his life he felt pangs of inferiority. He was treated as some kind of urban hero in his part of town, but here he felt out of place, and worthless. His thoughts were cut short by the appearance of the woman as the en suite door opened. She was naked except for a small necklace that glistened in the subdued light of the bedroom, and she was eerily silhouetted by the bright light of the en suite shining behind her. She walked the two paces she needed, to be standing directly in front of him, still seated on the edge of the bed, looked down at him and said, ‘You’re still dressed. Are you shy or gutless?’ With that, Steve stood up and undressed. As he did he watched her lean forward onto the bed. She bought her knees up onto the bed and rested on her elbows. Her feet were dangling over the side of the bed near Steve. She spread her legs to reveal her cunt to Steve. She turned her head slightly, but without looking at him, and snarled, ‘Hurry up and fuck me you mother fucking piece of shit!’ The shock of the order nearly lost Steve his erection. As he fumbled to get his jeans off she continued her tirade of abuse. ‘C’mon you halfwit, fuck me. Haven’t you done this before poor boy. What are you waiting for, don’t you know what to do with that miserable little cock of yours!’ Steve had finally managed to get his jeans off. He couldn’t wait to slam himself inside this bitch. Not for his own gratification, but more in the hope it would shut the bitch up!
He was wrong. He fucked her like he had never fucked a woman in his life. He was angry, and at the same time sensing an embarrassment for the feeling of being somehow inferior. But as hard as he fucked her, her mouth ran even louder and more abusive. He grabbed her hair and tugged as hard as he could as he violently slammed himself into her with all the force he could muster. But still she bellowed abuse. ‘Is that the best you can do you mother fucker! Didn’t your sister teach you how to fuck her properly poor boy! Christ! I should have found a man with a half decent cock to do this!’ Steve wanted this to stop. This was not his idea of enjoyable. For the first time