Mandy had her hand in the till, so she has to pay me back somehow
Mandy was happily working away at her stenography machine, in the Marston Main Colliery office, rattling out invoices and that when I had to pop into the office, I needed some petty cash quick smart because our lorry were short on petrol and the driver needed a sub.
Mandy stopped typing as I walked in, she stared as I dived for the petty cash tin, “Harry Bates needs petrol money,” I said, “Don’t worry I’ll leave a chit.”
I opened the tin, It were short, no notes at all,” Bloody hell we been burgled, who’s been in here, have thee left office unlocked.”
I looked at Mandy. Guilt were plastered all over her gob.
“Oh bloody hell Amanda, has thee been at it?” I asked, “Oh bugger.” I found about 15/- in change and went to give it to Harry.
I were right upset, I knew Amanda from a nipper, she were now a nice young lass, must have been pushing twenty, she was at school with me eldest Elspeth, I knew her dad, , we was in great war together. and her mother, we was on opposite sides in the Miners strike 1926 or there abouts, when me Dad ran the mine, but he weren’t a bad chap, not dishonest any road.
I came back and locked office door and pulled blind down, “So young Amanda, what has thee to say for thee sen?”
“Sorry gaffer, I’ll put it back,” she whined.
“Of course thee won’t,” I said, “Once thee gets behind thee can’t ever get straight.”
“I done it for me mam, she’s behind with rent,” she pleaded. “Don’t sack me gaffer please!”
“I’d know if she were,” I said, “More like you spent it on posh clobber like that coat of yours,” I said pointing to her posh new coat hanging on the back of the office door, “That didn’t come from bargain rail at Rossendale market I know.”
“All, right, all right mister know all,” she said, “It’s all right for the likes of you with brass to spare but when I paid me keep and that there’s nothing left.”
“You had it on tick (Hire Purchase) and got behind I suppose?" I queried.
She nodded, ”You‘ll not sack me will you?
“Sack thee,” I explained, “I’m thinking about having thee arrested, as an example, I can’t have folk stealing petty cash, what’s the world coming to."
“Oh no, please don’t tell the rozzers, I’ll do anything,” she pleaded.
“Anything?” I queried, “Anything anything?”
“Anything,” she confirmed.
“If it were our Elspeth I’d smack her ass,” I said ,”Have her over me knee, skirt up, knickers down and six of the best on her bare ass with me slipper”.
“What now?” Mandy gasped.
“When she were a nipper,” I explained, “She’s a bit too big for it now.”
“I’m the same age,” she pointed out.
“Yes but you’re half the size of her,” I said, “I has to keep her away from cattle show lest they think she’s up for a prize of fattest Friesian, you’re all girly like.”
“If I drop my knickers and that will we be square?” she asked, “I don’t want a sore ass an get locked up.”
“Drop the knickers, bend over and no rozzers,” I offered, “We can sort out how you pay me back after, how much did the thee take?”
“Three pounds, no four.” she said.
“I’ll get auditor down,” I said,
“All right” she said, “I kept a tally, she pulled a sheet from her drawer, “Its six pounds ten.”
I wrote a chit, “Right get on with your work.”
“Don’t you want me to drop my knickers then?” she asked.
“No, get on with thee work,” I ordered, “Bloody hell, all this talk of dropping knickers , I’m getting a bit of a stiffy.” I said and I sat down, “Bloody hell.”
“You randy old bugger,” she chided, “Do you want to do me?”
“No, Yes, I don’t bloody know, I’m twice your age,” I explained.
“Yes but you keep yourself fit,” she said, “Posh shoes, widdower, got a few bob what’s not to like.”
“And me poor Mary barely cold in her grave,” I protested.
“More like two years isn’t it, give or take, that’s a long time without a woman on the end of thee cock,” she observed.
“Longer than that, she weren’t much interested in shagging,” I replied.
“No wonder you’re such a miserable bugger,” she laughed, “Do you just want to do me, you know, just once, or do you want me as your regualar bit on the side?”
“Flippin heck, I haven’t even poked thee yet,” I replied, “You’ll want me take thee to the pictures next, thee’s nicked me brass, flipping heck, I’m trying to punish thee not take thee to heaven.”
“Oh bloody shut up about dropping thee knickers,” I sighed.
“Only now you got me proper worked up.” she complained
“I got you worked up did I?” I challenged.
“I’m all uncomfortable now,” she complained, “I’m all sticky in my knickers.”
“Well we can’t have that young Amanda can we,” I agreed, “You come round here, bend over the desk and let me have a look.”
She did as I said and came round my side of the desk, she slipped her knickers down and showed me her sweet pussy, it was beautiful, I undid her blouse and popped her titties out of her lacy brassiere, it were obvious where my cash had gone, her bloody clothes' that’s where.
“I’m nervous, I never done it before,” she lied.
Her nips were hard like 303 bullets we had in the war her cunt wasn glistening, I dropped my pants straight away,well it would have been rude not to. Me cock was rigid, I had her turn round and bend over the desk.
I nuzzled me cock against her cunt and she was so moist that he slipped right in.
Virgin my ass, she was well fucked, “You bloody lied about being a virginas as well,” I challenged.
“Prove it,” she laughed, “Anyway what’s so special about virgins, they can’t do this can they,” she said as she squeezed my cock with practised cunt muscles.
“It don’t seem right shagging you, you was at school with me eldest,” I observed.
“Oh just shut up and get on with it,” she said so I did. “We’ll do it t’other way round so you can kiss me next time.”
“What next time?” I asked.
“Well I’m up for it if you are,” she said and then I shot me load, I climbed off her and wiped me cock on a rag. “I better get on,” she said lamely as she borrowed the rag and cleaned herself up. “Are we square niow?” she asked.
“Square? I can get a shag for half a crown or a bag of chips in Harrogate,” I replied, “Call that five bob knocked off what thee owes me.”
“I’m not a whooer,” she said, “Stuff your money, I’ll work overtime, I’m a good girl.”
“Good shag,” I agreed, “So how are you going to pay me back, and how much do you owe the tally man.”
“Twenty quid.” she said, “How should I know?”
“You could walk the streets in Harrogate, or shag me in this nice warm office, twenty quid up front and I’ll knock off a quid each week if you’ll be me bit on the side.”
“I’m not a whooer,” she snapped.
“And I’ll pay thee overtime if thee sleeps over,” I offered, “I got a lovely four poster bed.”
She were wavering,
“Me cock’s hard again, what do you say?” I asked.
“Oh, all right then,” she agreed and she made me sit on me chair and straddled me guiding me cock up inside her, “That’s nice.” she cooed and it was. Really nice.