The Reporter - Part 1 - Sex Stories

The Reporter - Part 1

"What you got for me, Flik?" "They pulled some guy in Wapping for armed robbery. Seems he may have a link to the Claws." "Big guns blazing?" continued Connors. "Machete; most likely a bunch of Jamaicans." "Right, so no guns and maybe a link with a gang of has beens." "Not much going on out there," Flik sighed. "Well, Pullis just brought in a big one on the drug bust down on the Wharf, seems-" "Pullis is a bleedin' perry, he probably shagged some gayboy for the story." "You've got some fairly unconventional methods yourself, but I ain't no judge. The point is, he got a story." He tapped on the framed newspaper cutting. "Since your big hit last year, you've not come up with much." Flick swung around and double-barrelled him, the deep scar on his temple suddenly very prominent, "Brought you a murderer last week!" Anyone who didn't know Flik, and most that did, would have backed down at this point but Connors was his boss and over the years had learnt what made him tick. "He got off though, Flik. Made us look stupid." "He murdered him." "I'm not saying he didn't, but he got off. And yours truly, had to go grovelling to his Royal fucking highness upstairs with the excuses." Flik's nostrils flared above his clenched jawline. "Not my fault the law are a bunch of bleedin' muppets." He turned to look out of the window, onto the grey buildings that were wholly representative of his mood. It had been a good story that he'd worked long hours on. The guy was guilty! "Look, Flik, you've ...

... been a bit squeaky lately. You've been working like Simpson; all long hours and diligence but no end result. Now, I may regret saying this, but you do your best work when you're less uptight. Go out and get pissed. Hang out with the wrong people." Flik just stood there motionless, looking out through the dirty glass. He had been trying to clean up his act, work within the rules. The fact was though, he wasn't really a journalist. That was his job title, sure; he'd managed to get it through the fact that Connors was Sadey's uncle. He'd managed to keep it through being resourceful and finding things out. Sadey was the one who had always written up all his reports for him. If he had wanted to clean up his act and stay away from the drugs and the girls, it had been for her. Ever since that big story though, he had started writing his own reports and getting his stories through traditional channels. "Are you even listening to me, lad?" While Flik was in his forties, he had a slightly wild, rough-around-the-edges look that made him seem younger. He didn't deign to answer his boss. He simply turned and walked away. "That's it, bugger off, Flik. Get out of my office. And I don't want to see your ugly mug around here again until you've got something tasty for me, underst-" The door slammed and Flik walked on in a black mood. As he stepped out onto the pavement, his cigarette was already prepositioned between his lips. He ran his thumb over the coarse metal of the spark wheel and started ...