Way Beyond A Lie by Harry Fisher

Author:Harry Fisher [Fisher, Harry]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Hobeck Books
Published: 2021-11-09T00:00:00+00:00

Most of the punters in the bar fit the profile, The Rocky Horror Picture Show meets The Crow meets Kiss. There were a few people dressed reasonably normally but safe to say, the Chinos Club was represented by a membership of one. Ross’s first reaction was he’d turned up at a fancy dress party, but Alex had neglected to tell him.

The place was heaving. He couldn’t spot her so imagined she hadn’t arrived yet. He worked his way to the bar and shouted for a Guinness. While his beer settled he listened to the music. He recognised the various bands from his teenage and student years: The Damned, The Cure, Bauhaus, Joy Division, Siouxsie and the Banshees. The overall atmosphere was on the lively side of raucous and he began to enjoy himself. But he kept an eye on the entrance, expecting to see Alex appear at any minute.

A surge of newcomers washed in, resulting in a fair amount of pushing and shoving as they battled their way to the bar. Ross lifted his beer, and moved so his back was against a pillar. He’d always enjoyed people watching and this place had it in spades, so it took him a few seconds to realise he was being spoken to by a familiar voice.

‘Are you not talking to me, then?’ He looked down. A woman right in front of him was laughing and waving her hand in his face. The music was too loud to hear a penny drop but drop it eventually did.

‘Alex?’ He wore a stunned expression on his face. ‘Is that you?’

‘Naw. It’s Julie Andrews on a bad day. Of course it’s me, you muppet.’ She reached up and tapped below his chin. ‘You’re catching flies, Ross.’

He was used to seeing her with minimal make-up, wearing her Esprit IT corporate clothing, her hair wavy and natural. Tonight, well, he was quite simply gobsmacked.

The creature standing practically on his toes wasn’t, as normal, six inches smaller than him. The black, leather, vertiginously high-heeled, platform-soled, knee-high boots with at least a dozen studded straps, meant she was close to looking him straight in the eye. Horizontally slashed stockings, a black, crushed-velvet miniskirt, and above that a midriff-revealing lace creation that morphed into an equally black bustier. It was extremely low cut and scored high on the push-up factor. Alex’s arms were wrapped in bicep-length lace gloves. Black, needless to say.

Ross had always wondered about her hair. What colour was it, really? Tonight it was blacker than a raven held captive in a nineteenth-century chimney. Furthermore, it was poker straight, cut to frame her face perfectly. Not a wave in sight.

He stared at her face, mesmerised. All her vacant piercings were now fully occupied with tiny silver daggers, studs that could have punched holes in solid steel, hoops so tight they looked painful and other pieces of metalwork possibly borrowed from a Marquis de Sade exhibition. But it was her make-up that was the ultimate accessory. She wouldn’t have looked out of place on the cover of Vogue.

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