Peter was sitting alone on one of the many seats in the 'Queen Vic'. He was waiting for his dad to return from a new buisness deal for some other hair brained scheme for the square. Peter knew it would probably fail. It usually did with his dad. Ian wasn't the worlds greatest buisnessman, although he often thought he was. As for Peter, he had more sense than his dad. However, life hadn't been so good for the young Beale. He recently had to dump his girlfriend Lauren (with a little persuation from her dad) and he had been on a slight downer ever since.
Bored as he was, he began looking around the pub. There were the usual mix of regulars and faces he's never seen before. Peter was so bored however, his eyes diverted his attention to some of the girls in the pub. He coulden't help but look, he was at the age when he began getting more curious about girls. Across the bar, he saw Stacey Slater. He had always thought she was pretty hot. He admired her fine legs as she wore a short skirt as usual. Her large bulging breasts clung to a tight top. She was drinking with her friend Danniele Jones, who was also pretty sexy but hadn't quite developed the features of her friend yet.
His eyes scanned across the bar to the pub owners niece, Ronnie Mitchell. She was still in good looks for her age and looked like she had just came back from a jog, her beautiful figure clasped against her tight tracksuit. Her well crafted ass stuck out like a light from the bottoms. His eyes then skimed across to Chelsea Fox. She was a young and beautiful black woman who was drinking with her farther on the far end of the pub. She was wearing another low cut top, which showed off her beautiful clevage. Her breats bulged through a tight top, which Peter admire with glee. He closed his eyes and began to think of other girls; his ex-girlfriend Lauren Branning, her hot mother Tanya Branning, the neighbourhood girl Whitney Dean, the mid 20's mother Dawn Swann and even his own sister Lucy Beale, all pulling off sexy poses Peter created in his imagination. Peter smiled as his bulge grew in size just on these thoughts.
Peter opened his eyes and his mouth felt a little dry. He got up to go and get a drink from the bar paying the bartender with his pocket money. However, earlier in the day, an old Mitchell family drink had got mixed in with some of the orange juice suplies. It was no drink however; it was a magical potion. Peter began to feel dizzy and lightheaded after he drunk the orange juice. He almost thought he was drunk untill he began to get a pain in his stomach. Still dizzy, he stumbled too...
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