Angela
Story from Janus 27 by Tom Horner ‘There are some young women who are just asking to have their bottoms smacked!’ Richard looked at David in surprise. He followed the direction of David’s eyes across the pub, and realised that he was staring at a small group of people standing at the bar. The group consisted of three young men and a girl. The girl was about 20, her auburn haircut in a pageboy style. She stood in the middle of the young men, talking animatedly, her chatter punctuated by flashes of her wide eyes, glimpses of a bright wide smile, and tosses of her pretty head. It was a performance that any man would have found hard to resist and the three young men in the bar were no match for this jinxy little minx. She had them transfixed, lapping up her performance like three cats round a bowl of cream. She was smartly dressed — a secretary perhaps — and when she turned her back, the tight material of her grey skirt rippled wi...