The Councillor
All characters in this story are entirely fictitious but with such lifelike characterisations you probably know someone exactly like them. The Councillor “John,” Sandra said between sucks as she woke me with a blow job, “Did you know Councillors get nine thousand quid a year for doing fuck all?” “No,” I agreed, “How do you know?” “Al told me,” Sanda said, “He said he was going to be a Literal Democrat Councillor and get nine thousand quid for doing fuck all.” “That’s about the size of it,” I said “Getting paid for doing fuck all, no fucking wonder Al wants to do it!” “You should do it” she said. “Sand,” I says, “Get yourself some mouthwash I want to kiss you!” “Oi,” she says “That’s out of order,” but she padded off to the bathroom …