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pose. I’ll be back down in less than five minutes. No one will be any the wiser. And here, this is for forgetting.’ Karl slipped a tenner into Raymond’s waistcoat pocket. ‘Oh, if I find out you phoned room fourteen, and ruined my surprise, it’ll not be your palm I’ll be greasing, when I return.’
    Raymond, now looking a little faint, moved smoothly out of the way.
    Ten seconds later, Karl stepped out of the elevator and immediately took stock outside room fourteen. A muffled but angry voice could be heard as he levelled his ear against the door.
    Standing back a good few inches, Karl studied the door. Thought about trying to kick the formidable-looking structure in. Quickly realised the implausibility of such a ridiculous act.He calmly rang the bell instead.
    ‘Who the fuck is it?’ a harsh male voice shouted.
    ‘Room service, sir.’
    The door snapped open, revealing a nude, sweating man, covered in tattoos. He was stocky, gym-manufactured, fake-bronzed and had ridiculously white teeth. A big bastard of a brute, he stood six large and six small, and was in his late forties auditioning for thirty. His hands were enormous – unlike his diminutive cock. All pubic hairs had been shaven in his private area. Karl shuddered as an image of Kojak sucking his famous lollipop violated his mind.
    ‘What the fuck’re you on about, dickhead? I didn’t ask for any fucking room service,’ Butler snarled, trying to sound like a tough guy in a B-movie.
    ‘Facial masseur, monsieur,’ replied the genuine article of tough guy personified.
    ‘I don’t need a facial anything–’
    Karl’s uppercut caught Butler under the jaw so hard, the thug staggered backwards in mid-ride over a sofa, before speedily spreading out in crucifixion formation on the floor, moaning.
    ‘You do now, scumbag.’ Quickly walking over to the bathroom, Karl banged on the door. ‘Lipstick! Open the hell up! It’s me. Karl.’
    The door opened a fraction, revealing a young, matchstick-thin girl, in her early twenties. Her features were a prescriptionof heroin-addiction misery. She was nude, awkwardly trying to cover up her private parts.
    ‘Is…is he gone, Karl?’
    ‘Let’s just say he’ll be out for a while – what…? What the hell happened to your face?’
    Lipstick’s eyes were turning an angry purple, partially closing. A web of bloody drool dripped from her busted mouth.
    ‘He got angry because I wouldn’t do anal for him. You… you know I only do anal for people I like, Karl, don’t you?’
    Karl made an uncomfortable face. ‘I wouldn’t let Naomi hear you say it like that . She might get the wrong impression. Hurry up and get dressed. I’m taking you to the Mater.’
    ‘But…I don’t need to go to the hospital. It’s just a few smacks in the gob and–’
    ‘ Do as I say. I’m not in the mood for negotiations.’ Karl turned, walked over to the moaning Butler. ‘Hard man, eh? Like picking on defenceless little girls?’
    Blood was smearing Butler’s mouth. It looked vulgar. Like the Joker in Batman .
    Smirking, Butler looked up at Karl. ‘You…you don’t know…who you’re fucking with, you and your little whore.’
    Karl smiled like a politician on voting day. ‘They say you should never kick a man when he’s down, but in your case I say, name me a better time?’ Karl kicked the smirking face twice, before placing his formidable weight down on Butler’s fully exposed bare balls.
    ‘ Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk ! ’ Butler screamed, his hands trying desperately to pull Karl’s foot away.
    ‘You don’t look so hard now, not where I’m standing, dickhead .’ Karl applied more pressure.
    ‘ Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk ! ’ Butler’s face knotted inwards with pain. He vomited a greenish grey lumpy substance.
    ‘That’s enough, Karl!’ Lipstick shouted from the bathroom, hurriedly getting dressed. ‘No need to hurt him any more.’
    But the rage and blood-rush was