AN: Thank you for all your reviews for the last chapter, I guess you liked the prologue of The Bad Boy! And you've all guessed by now Joey is the bad boy too! So this is the bit where I thank a very special friend and fellow writer 74CrazyChick! She has been a rock throughout this whole story persuading me to keep writing it, making suggestions how I can make it better. There was a time when I thought this story was never ever going to end. But finally it has! So thank you TB for ALL your help and support and encouragement and editing and so much more etc…
Chapter One
26 year old Joey Branning was the head barman of the high profile East End nightclub R&R in Walford. He was handsome, incredibly sexy, and he worked out…A lot. He had two methods of working out… several hours at the gym or working up a sweat with a girl. If he was honest, he preferred the second method. He had girls throwing themselves at him every single night and he was only too happy to catch them. And make use of them, getting from them exactly what he wanted.
After a restful Sunday he was itching for some action. Some female one on one action (if you know what I mean!)
He looked up from behind the bar, scanning the club for Lucy Beale. He was feeling a little frisky tonight, and it was already late. He didn't have the time to make small talk with any of the girls in the club, to flirt with them, to flatter them, to seduce them or to sweet talk them into taking him home with them or them into going home with him.
Lucy didn't need much persuading, she never did. He knew she fancied him and wanted a lot more from him, more than he was prepared to offer. And Joey used that fact to his advantage on a regular basis, if he was lucky he wouldn't even have to take her home, he could fuck her quickly up against the wall in the alley beside the club and avoid taking her back to his altogether. So all in all it would be a win/win situation as far as he was concerned.
'Joey, give us a hand will ya!' Ricky yelled out from the other end of the bar, pulling him out of his thoughts. Joey turned and headed over to him. The club was especially busy tonight, they were the only club in a 15 mile radius that was open tonight and the result of that was they were heaving. There was usually three of them behind the bar, but Rachel, their last member of the bar staff had fallen for Joey's charms and was pretty devastated their one night together was just one night. She had been thinking there was more to their relationship than that, in part due to Joey's endless flirting, and when she realised she had just been another notch on his bedpost she'd left, feeling humiliated and hurt. Joey had a bad boy reputation, one he was proud of if anyone asked him, and as a result Sharon was finding it hard to find a female member of bar staff to fill Rachel's shoes. And Sharon had been promising she'd find another member of staff ever since Rachel had quit three months ago. Joey made a mental note to mention it to Sharon again the next time he saw her. He glanced up from serving the latest influx of patrons and grinned when he saw Lucy come in with a couple of her friends. She searched the bar and her eyes met his and she beamed at him. Joey grinned back. Oh yes, he was definitely going to be fucking Lucy when the club closed in a few hours.
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Lucy cried out in pain as Joey thrust inside her hard. She was pressed up against the wall face first, her skirt pulled up to her waist, her knickers pulled taught halfway down her calves. She really wasn't enjoying this as much as she'd hoped she would be. She thought Joey was going to take her back to his and they would spend a good few hours together, but Joey seemed to have other ideas. He wanted hard and fast and that was the way she was going to get it, whether she liked it or not. Not that Lucy would ever tell Joey she didn't like being fucked this way. She knew if she told him, it wouldn't happen again. He'd told her the first time they'd had sex he wasn't looking for a girlfriend. He wasn't the settling down type. He liked sex and he liked a lot of it and if she was interested in hooking up without any strings then he was more than happy to oblige. But it would be on his terms only. Lucy had to admit, as she felt her body react to his thrusting, he knew what he was doing and then some! She came every time they hooked up (mostly) and usually long before he did and if she was lucky sometimes more than once.
Lucy knew she would have finger shaped bruises on her hips after this was over and she had a feeling it would be over soon. She cried out loudly in pain as Joey thrust inside her harder than he'd been previously, Joey's hand clamped over her mouth, and he stilled instantly.
'Sssh!' he hissed at her loudly. 'Do you want people to come down here?' she shook her head, knowing there were still some people milling around outside the club, waiting for cabs. He let her mouth go and began to thrust again, picking up his relentless pace. Judging by the grunting coming from Joey he wasn't going to last much longer. His rhythm became fervent and a few moments later he groaned loudly, resting his head on her shoulder as he came hard and then stilled inside her. She groaned, she was so close to her own climax, which she now knew she would never reach. She felt Joey withdraw his length from her and she heard the snap of the condom as he pulled it off, followed by the sound of his zip. 'Thanks Luce. I needed that' he said breathlessly. 'You can find your own way home right?' she heard his footsteps as he walked out of the alleyway leaving her there, not even waiting for her to answer.
Lucy turned around and leant back against the wall, feeling used, frustrated and very sore. She bent down, pulled up her knickers and straightened her skirt with a sigh. A few moments later she walked out of the alleyway, tears stinging her eyes. She knew she shouldn't keep letting Joey do this to her, she knew she shouldn't keep setting herself up like this, but she couldn't help it, she liked him. A little too much.
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Joey let himself into his flat, locking the door behind him, he stripped off his clothes in the bathroom, dumping them into the wash basket and set the shower going before stepping inside, just like he did every night or morning after he'd been with a girl, as if he was washing them off him. As if he was dirty after being with them.
Lucy was just what he needed tonight. He didn't feel guilty about the fact she didn't come, she'd had enough time to do so, in his opinion at least. If he was being honest she was too much of a prude for his liking. Didn't like to try anything different, he sometimes had to take what he wanted without asking her if she wanted it like that…and more frustratingly she was always trying to get him to kiss her. He was going to have to start making a concerted effort with other girls when they came into the club so he didn't have to rely on Lucy as often. Not that Lucy wasn't a good fuck, she got the job done; she just wasn't as adventurous as he'd hoped she would be. She was the only one he used on a regular basis when there was no one else around, or like tonight, when he was being lazy, but desperation rolled off her in waves. And Joey wasn't interested in anything serious, and if he was it sure as hell wouldn't be with Lucy bloody Beale.
After his quick shower, he towelled himself dry and walked through to his bedroom and climbed under the covers naked as the day he was born. He closed his eyes, falling almost straight away into a deep restful sleep.
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In another house a few doors down from Joey's, Lucy looked at her naked body in the full length mirror on the back of her bathroom door. She could already see the bruises forming on her hips. She had scuff marks on her knees where they had scraped against the wall as Joey took her roughly and carelessly.
She cleaned off her makeup, picked up her nightdress and pulled it over her head. She turned the light out and padded over to her bed and slid under the covers. Seconds later, the tears she'd been fighting against since he had left her in the alleyway, slowly rolled down her cheeks. She didn't understand why Joey didn't want her to be his girlfriend, they would hook up on a regular basis, she had never said no to him. She always made herself available to him, even if she wasn't. She would change her plans at the drop of a hat if he asked her to. She wiped her eyes and frowned, deciding from now on she wouldn't come running when he called her.
AN: Well, isn't Joey the kind of man you want to meet? Isn't he a romantic, thoughtful, caring soul? Not! And I have to say it…poor Lucy. She just wants to be Joey's girlfriend is that too much to ask? Is Lucy going to be able to stick by her vow of not going running the next time Joey so much as smiles at her? Well I guess you'll have to read on to find out won't you! Don't forget to leave me a review