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that seems to turn down at the edges.
    “I think I’m going to have to go now. It’s been a long week, and I could do with an early night.”
    Denise looked like she was about to argue, but then she nodded. I had been there for two hours already, so it wasn’t like I was ducking out insultingly early. And okay, it was still light outside, but that was summer for you, right?
    Of course, it was way too hot and stuffy in my little room to relax, even once I’d stripped naked. I decided to have a soak in the bathtub instead. If I kept the water lukewarm, it would still feel cool in comparison to the overheated air.
    I grabbed a fresh pair of boxers, my keys, and looked both ways before scurrying across the landing with my towel wrapped around my waist. It would be beyond mortifying to be caught with my scrawny body on display by Vern and whoever his latest squeeze was, but fortunately, he was still out. As I slid the bathroom door bolt home, I vowed to myself that my next flat would be a proper one, not divided by communal areas.
    Technically, this wasn’t a bedsit, as Vern had his own toilet and shower in his flat, but because of the building layout and the plumbing, that’s where my bathroom had to be. A tiny, windowless cube with a struggling ventilation fan, a bare lightbulb and a wonky mirror tile stuck on the wall over the sink. The shower was one of those plastic things that attaches to the taps with a rubber hose, and the shower curtain was a disgrace. I was almost tempted to buy a new one, but who knew how long I’d be staying in this dive?
    I supposed I should count myself lucky I even had a bath—albeit a scuffed plastic one in avocado green. It had metal handrails fitted in each side and a textured base, which was an absolute bastard to keep clean. Rai would probably appreciate its retro value, but to me it just looked permanently dirty. Ah well. It kind of went with the peeling vinyl floor tiles—complete with cigarette burns—and the cracked beige wall tiles with the crumbling, mildew-stained grout.
    I turned on the taps and tried not to think too hard about what might be going on downstairs. My bathroom was over their bathroom, so unless Rai and Evan decided to move things there, I figured I was safe from overhearing the rest of their shag-fest. Or spank-fest. Maybe a spunk-fest…
    As the water slowly filled the bath, I sat down on the toilet seat and leant back. The cistern was cold and clammy, but it cooled my skin, which had to be a good thing. My thoughts swirled back around to those two men.
    What I wouldn’t give to run down those stairs and burst in there. I’d dive between them and offer myself up to be… Would I want to be spanked? I’d never tried it before. Never even had any desire to, but Rai had sounded like he was getting off on it. My knob decided it liked the idea and plumped up, although was that a response to the idea of Rai getting spanked, or to the idea of me getting spanked? Hmmm…
    The bathtub was only half full, so I stood up and leant one arm on the towel rail. The dodgy floorboard under my foot creaked alarmingly. I swear, that thing was getting worse. I lifted my arm up behind me and took a deep breath.
    Thwup.
    The sound of my palm hitting my flesh didn’t crack like what I’d heard earlier, and it didn’t really hurt. Was I doing it wrong? Or was it impossible to get the right angle on your own arse?
    I tried again with a bit more force.
    Slap.
    That was more like it. I felt that one, although I still wouldn’t have described it as painful. I hadn’t managed to land it on my arse cheek, more on the side of my hip. I peered down at my milky-white skin and saw a faint hint of pink. Interesting. My dick went from ambivalent to curious, poking its head up in encouragement.
    “Okay, then, you want more?”
    Was I talking to myself or my dick? Heat spread across my chest and up my neck. Jesus Christ, if anyone could see me now I’d just die of embarrassment. And why