chapter 3

5.
A few more drinks in and Phil was starting to feel it. The sensible, jet-lagged part of him was wishing for his bed. But the booze and sleep deprivation had sent his sleepy libido into overdrive. He felt another girl squeeze past his arm in the crowded bar. The soft touch was like electricity to him.

The original waitress was now sitting next to Roland. They were deep in conversation. He was sitting next to another girl who had joined them. He could hardly hear her over the loud music, but he was enjoying her company, especially when she touched him on the shoulder to make a point.

A fog of pleasurable sensations had descended on him. His reactions were slow, and all he wanted to do was keep talking to this girl. Although he wasn't actually sure of her name. Time was slowing down, or maybe speeding up, and he was getting horny.

He bought another round of drinks for the four of them. He didn't care about anything back home or delivering the parcel he was having too much fun right now.

The girl sipped her pricey cocktail through a straw while giving him a white smile. She smiled as she drank the sugary liquid. She looked away, and he let his eyes drift down to her body. Her tight dress was bunched up around her belly and love handles. She looked back at him and held his eyes for a moment, he felt a small surge of adrenaline and could feel his dick hardening inside his jeans. What a night he thought to himself.

Through his beautiful hazy thoughts, he suddenly became aware of raised voices. He turned slowly to see that the original waitress was furious about something that Roland had done. Too stunned to say anything she grabbed at his half drunk pint. In her clumsy anger to stand up, she knocked the table, spilling Phil's drink over his lap. His aroused state vanishing quickly as the cold liquid soaked his crotch.

Though his numbed senses he remembered his phone was in his pocket. Getting to his feet, he pulled his phone out of his pocket. It was soaked. With a vague sense of urgency, he switched it off, thinking that he didn't want it to short circuit. No phone meant no text message, and no text message meant no delivery.

6.

The night didn't get any better from there. The atmosphere was spoiled and Phil and Roland had left soon after. Roland had found the whole thing hilarious as the girl shouted increasingly loud obscenities at him. Despite Roland's requests to go to another bar, Phil had insisted on leaving and got back to his hotel eventually. In his drunken jet-lagged state, he was too tired to think about the events and possible consequences.

Lying in bed, he thought briefly about his crazy night. But feeling his now shrivelled dick, he decided that sleep was the best thing.

The next morning, Phil woke up with a start. His phone was still out of action. He had no idea whether it would recover from being soaked in beer. But he was pretty sure it needed to dry out first.

Eating breakfast alone he felt even more alone than he had last night. Everyone else was in groups and looking fresh-faced. Talking loudly about the fun they had had the night before. A wave of homesickness drifted over him. That was followed by a wave of fear about failing to deliver the parcel. Apparently, it was urgent and important, and he was going to be in even more bother if he came back home still holding the package.

He realised that he should call Roger and explain the situation, but he wasn't looking forward to it.

Suddenly his ears pricked up as he overheard a conversation from the table behind him. The waiter was saying, "you want two breakfasts?"

A voice that was soft but still carried, "yes, please. And an extra plate of pancakes too."

His attention was drawn to the girl who had spoken. She wasv sitting on her own at a table. Blond hair and a pretty face.

She looked up from her phone and caught his eye. "Hi," she said with a wide smile. "I'm just about to have breakfast, and I hate eating alone, do you want to join me?"