Just a Job
Beth stood under the shower, letting the foam drip down her body. Washing away the memories of the night before. The very thought of that club made her shudder. The way the girls paraded themselves in next to nothing, and in some cases nothing. She despised the way the men would leer at them. They'd even leer at her, and she was just a bar maid. She was dreading go back that night. The only thing that had made the night even slightly desirable was seeing Callum. Well that wasn't strictly true. Having Neil pick her up at the end of the night, and wait patiently all night for her, was also a highlight.
She didn't know for sure what exactly it was that seemed to draw her to Neil. When they'd first met she saw him as nothing more than a DI, and she presumed he saw as no more than a child who thought she was playing cops and robbers. It looked like she'd been wrong on both occasions. He was a lot more than a DI. He was gradually becoming her friends, as well as a boss. He didn't have to wait in the cold for 2hours, but he did. As for his perception of her, she was quietly confident that she'd changed that. The look on his face when she wrestled the acid off the man responsible for an attack on a young girl showed that he was impressed with her actions. He also seemed impressed with her willingness and determination to carry this operation through. She was pleased about this. She wasn't quite sure but lately, she really wanted to impress him, and was quite looking forward to him taking her to work later. Maybe because she knew what would happen…
Neil woke early and looked at his clock. He wasn't due in till another hour or so, as he was on the late that day. His thoughts instantly went back to the subject of his dream. Beth. Ever since the incident in the car the day before he hadn't been able to get her out of his mind. Which was ridiculous, she was half his age, what would she want with someone like him? He knew it meant nothing, or more than likely meant nothing but it still occupied most of his thoughts, and he was eager to see her again. That time just so happened to be when he took her to her shift at the club that night.
He pulled up outside her house in the outfit he had picked out earlier that day: An England Rugby shirt and old tracksuit bottoms which he wore to decorate the house in. He watched as she walked out the house. He looked at her and then at himself, and sighed he really needed to get some new clothes, if he wanted to pull this off and not embarrass Beth. She looked stunning, whereas he looked, well, a state.
'Hey, umm what you wearing?'
'O hi, Neil how are you?' He said mockingly.
'Yeah, all that, but what are you wearing?' She repeated her eyes widening.
'It's to try and look the part.'
'The part of what? A badly dressed painter?' He smacked her arm playfully, before driving off.
'Well I had nothing else that didn't make me look 'too posh' as you put it.'
'I'll take you shopping. But at least one of us looks alright.' He glanced quickly at the outfit he couldn't help but stare at earlier. He had to drag his eyes back to the road, away from her bare legs, and the large amount on cleavage on show. She'd opted for an even shorter skirt than the night before, her knee length boots, and a low cut, black, corset type top that showed off her petite figure to its best.
'Yeah, you look nice.' He tried to concentrate hard on the road, but was finding it quite difficult.
'Only nice.' She pouted indignantly, letting her skirt rise gradually up her leg, revealing yet more thigh.
'OK, you look stunning.' He didn't even look at her while he said it, fully aware that her skirt had risen a good inch up her leg since.
'OK, it'll do.' She smiled to herself, noticing the effect she was clearly having on her boss. Hopefully if she had this effect on someone like Neil, she'd have an even greater effect on Callum, but all the same she was pleased that she was obviously distracting him. It made her feel powerful. She decided to tease him slightly, crossing her legs so the skirt slid further up her legs. She giggled slightly as she saw his face flush, and his knuckles turn white as he gripped tighter on the wheel. Neil was thankful when he saw the club appear ahead. He pulled up outside, knowing for well what would come next. Beth knew as well. This time she was prepared. It wouldn't shock her so much, and this time she would be in control. This was her chance to really tease him. She knew it was risky, he was a senior member of the team after all, but she couldn't resist the thrill of the chase; it was why she became a police officer in the first place.
They leant closer, and the moment their lips touched the familiar feeling of the chemistry between them. This time it was more passionate then the last. Neil had planned to keep it low key, but as soon as she brushed her lips against his, the idea just vanished from his mind. Beth placed her hands on his neck, running them through his hair, enjoying the feel of his hair between her fingers. She decided to risk it, and slowly slipped her tongue into his mouth. He was shocked at first, after all this was just an act; but then he reciprocated startlingly Beth slightly, she hadn't expected him to respond. Their tongues swirled around each other, unable to get enough of one another. His hands slid to her waist, and she pulled him closer to her, moaning slightly as his hand caressed her skin. Her moans pulled him out of his thoughts, and he realised where he was, who she was. He'd got carried away, it was only a job after all. Meant nothing. Was nothing. He pulled away, leaving Beth confused. She knew it was just a job, but surely it had meant something. No-one kisses like that, even for an act. It had been intense, and exciting. She was obviously the only one who thought so and got out the car feeling neglected. She'd been foolish to even allow herself, even for a brief second during that kiss to think it meant something. She decided there and then that whatever happened between her and Neil was only a job, nothing more. On the other hand what happened between her and Callum, that was different.
Neil watched her walk away, and banged his head on the steering wheel.
'You stupid man. You stupid, stupid man.' How could he have even considered her having feelings for him, and even contemplated any sort of relationship between them. He was her boss, and it was obvious from the way she walked off, that to her that's all he'd ever be.
