Strangers for the Night (For The Night #1) (3 page)

I pulled off my condom and tied it, discretely placing it in
my pocket, before zipping myself back up, I flexed my neck, pleased to have
gotten the first job of the night done and dusted. She wasn’t the tightest girl
I’d fucked, but equally her experience and fitness counterbalanced some of
that. I loved watching them struggle to hold back their orgasms, not only did
it make them enjoy them all the more, but it was a real ego boost for me to
see. I never felt more loved than in the moments I gave them exactly what I
wanted. Except it wasn’t love, it was just adoration for the guy giving them
the best lay of their lives. They adored my Gigolo persona, not the real man
beneath it.  When she’d mumbled something about condoms, I’d nearly rolled my
eyes. As if I could afford to catch anything in my line of work, let alone get
a woman knocked up. I’d learned that lesson with my best friend having gotten
himself in that predicament. As her nails had dug through my jacket and shirt, her
thighs had tightened around my hips and her eyes had widened, I’d known that she
wasn’t going to hold off. I gave my consent for her to come and let myself
release earlier than planned. My shoulders lifted in silent surprise as at that
moment I wasn’t thinking about Camilla, an image of Summer had popped into my
head, her full lips parting as she took in a gasp of air. I’d never thought
about anyone other than the client I was with while I was coming, it was
unprofessional.
What the hell was that all about?
I wondered.

Camilla had looked wrecked and
I’d barely given her twenty-five percent of what I was capable of. Mindful of
the camera behind me, I’d hoisted her up onto my shoulders and made her come
again using my lips and tongue. I hated the taste of rubber when I did that
afterwards, masking the natural taste of their sweetness. It had been a long
time since I’d given oral to a woman I hadn’t used a condom on. My last
girlfriend, Lucy, had finished with me when I ran my proposal for earning extra
cash past her. Can’t say I blamed her, I’d be bloody furious if it had been the
other way around, but cash was a bigger priority than my six week relationship
with the curvaceous temptress with a high maintenance lifestyle, so I hadn’t pursued
her or changed my mind when she pulled out the “You’ll give up this idea if you
really love me” card. She’d stormed out when I told her I didn’t love her, hell
we were six weeks in, way too soon for love.

I was distracted from my
wandering thoughts by Camilla screaming again and shuddering around my face.
She was very receptive, I had to give her that. I backed away and caught her in
my arms as she slithered down the wall. Making sure I was kissing her as I
carried her, I turned and walked out of the lift, camera one down, three to go.
I set Camilla down on the black marble floor of the inner lobby of the
Signature suite, filled with bouquets of flowers. I held her up with one arm, then
swiped the key with the other and both sets of doors opened electronically,
revealing another marbled lobby, adorned with paintings by famous artists I presumed.
I was more into my Xbox, football, cricket, and movies than art. Camilla
wobbled again, so I shrugged off my jacket, draped it over one arm and scooped
her up, cursing internally as I caught the way she was looking at me, in awe.
It’s
just sex,
I wanted to tell her, keep your emotions out of it, but I simply
smiled, which in itself was a bad move. Her eyelashes fluttered and she started
breathing faster. I wasn’t sure if this face was a blessing or a damn curse
sometimes.

‘How are you feeling?’ I asked,
the noise of my brogues echoing off the hard floor below as I carried her to
the next set of double mahogany doors.

‘
Amazing,’
she breathed.
‘I’ve never come so hard.’

‘You’ll be revising that assessment
in about five minutes.’

‘Can we have a drink or something
first? I need a few minutes to catch my breath.’

‘Sure. I thought you were a
cheerleader, aren’t you super fit?’

‘Head cheerleader and yes, but
you take it to another level,’ she giggled. I winked and raised my eyebrows in
surprise as the doors to the enormous lounge I knew lay beyond them,
automatically swung open for us. I strode over to one of the massive leather sofas
and lay her down on it and covered her with a chocolate cashmere blanket as I
marvelled at the view of the Manhattan skyline from the floor to ceiling glass
window in front of me. The room was sumptuous in creams, chocolates and gold.
It appeared that the walls were lined with chocolate suede framed by mahogany
borders which were gilded with gold leaf. Huge crystal chandeliers hung from
the ceiling and a gas fire roared to my left, over which the plasma screen
television had to be over sixty inches at least. A Manchester United game on
that would be incredible.

I headed over to the bar on my
right, where normally someone would be waiting to take drink or food requests,
however Camilla had advised in her report that the bartender and butler were to
remain discretely out of sight. Her bottle of champagne was chilling, the ice
hadn’t melted, which led me to wonder how many times Antoine had sent one of
his team up to replenish it, while we’d busied ourselves in the lift. Also in
there was a bottle of still water and a covered plate of freshly cut limes for
me. I smiled and poured us both a drink and returned to her. She’d struggled
partially upright on the sofa and was leaning back on the cushions with rosy
cheeks and a big smile plastered over her face.

‘Your champagne,’ I advised as I
dipped my head and kissed her forehead. Make the client feel special at all
times, one of my key mantras.

‘You’re not drinking any?’ she
looked at me surprised as I lowered myself into the sofa opposite and spread my
thighs in a masculine predatory way. I watched her eyes flick to my crotch
again as she wet her lips.

‘I don’t like to drink. I like to
be untainted by external influences so that I can appreciate what’s right in
front of me.’

‘You’re very disciplined, you’d
be good on the cheerleading squad,’ she teased.

‘I’m not sure I’d look good in
your uniform, I’d have such trouble finding little skirts to fit me.’

‘Yes, cock and skirt really
doesn’t do it for me.’

‘And what usually does it for
you?’ I enquired. I may be great in bed, but that wasn’t pure good luck, it was
also down to hard work. Not that the hours of practice could be considered hard
work, unless you counted my less selective choices in the early years as I was
getting established. But I was like a sponge, memorising exactly where each
woman moaned the most when my lips lingered, what positions made them scream
the loudest, picking up on little details that they let slip on how they like
to be touched, or treated.

‘Currently you,’ she laughed.
‘I’m not sure anyone will ever live up to that fuck.’

‘That was my idea of making love,
trust me, you’ll know when I’ve fucked you, it will be about ten seconds before
you pass out from pleasure overload.’

‘O my God, I’m so done with
college boys, I need a real man, a man like
you
,’ she sighed as her eyes
raked my face. She lingered longest on my lips. I’d been blessed with good
genes, on both sides, thank God. If I’d been ugly that would have sucked for my
choice of career. I idly wondered how gifted ugly guys got women into bed in
the first place? What would attract a woman to them? Were woman as obsessed
with sex as we were, that they’d overlook everything else just to have a large
cock inside them?

‘I was a college boy once, too,’
I confirmed. ‘As a species we do tend to fill out and mature.’

‘You’re just so confident, you
know what you want and you take it. I hate having to tell guys where my clit is
and whether I’ve come or not.’

‘You’re definitely dating the
wrong guys then. Is there no one you’ve been with that does it for you?’

‘Other than you?’ she looked at
me surprised.

‘Yes,’ I nodded as I drained my
water.

‘I guess Blaine, Daddy’s head of
security is the best I’d had until now. He’s kind of hot in his uniform with
that earpiece, all protectory and male.’

‘So date him. Exclusively.’

‘Please!’ she snorted with arched
brows that were manicured and dyed to the point of looking unnaturally like two
slugs taking an afternoon nap over her eyes. ‘You don’t know Daddy very well.
He’d be mortified I was dating beneath me, with an
employee,
’ she
wrinkled her nose in disgust. ‘He still thinks I’m a virgin. I have to confirm my
status after every night out.’
Hmmm, it seems my original summary of her
character from her file was spot on,
I thought. Camilla Domville was
elitist, deceitful, spoilt and immature. She was also rich and currently my
boss for the next few hours.

‘Stand up,’ I ordered as I
crossed my legs and loosened a couple more buttons of my shirt.

‘What?’

‘Stand up. Don’t make me repeat
myself.’

‘Don’t they teach you manners in
England?’ she glared.

‘If you want another orgasm
Camilla, you will do as you’re told. Stand up immediately,’ I barked. Her eyes
lit up as she realised that I was playing the sexually aggressive part that
she’d requested. Now that I knew that her nerves over accommodating my rather
large member had gone, she was eager for more of me.

‘Yes, Logan.’

‘Sir.’

‘
Sir
,’ she breathed as she
flung the blanket back and did as she was told.

‘Play with your clit for me. Make
yourself come.’

‘Ok,’ she giggled, so I narrowed
my eyes at her.

‘You will respond with “Yes, Sir”
or “No, Sir” from now on. Are we clear?’

‘Yes, Sir,’ she nodded vigorously
as her legs parted and she reached down to touch herself, letting out a tiny
gasp.

‘Watch my cock twitching in my
trousers for you at all times, and tell me how wet you are, Camilla?’

‘Soaked,’ she purred as her
finger moved a little faster. I shuffled in my seat, my cock was starting to
unfurl again. There was nothing sexier than seeing a woman touch her own body,
even more so if she were in sexy lingerie with stockings and suspenders. Damn
it, that was all it took for me to spring to full mast. I heard her groan and
smiled to myself, she’d seen it, it wouldn’t be long before she came again.

‘Roll up the dress to your waist,
turn around and straddle the arm of that leather sofa behind you.’

‘Yes, Sir,’ she nodded and did as
she was told, revealing her bright green knickers with the big tear where I’d
ripped them to penetrate her with them on. I cocked my head as her right foot
tiptoed the cream carpet below her, with her left knee kneeling on the sofa,
she was sticking out her backside, exposing all of her cunt and those long legs.
She had amazing legs, best I’d seen so far, but her arse was way too skinny, I
preferred my women with a bit of meat and something I could grab and squeeze. I
heard her breathing fast as she waited, straddling the smooth rounded leather
of the arm chair. ‘What now Sir, are you going to fuck me from behind.’

‘No, you’ll continue to finger
yourself until you’re so wet you drip all over that leather, then I’ll make you
lick it clean before I take you to the bedroom and fuck you from behind. I’d
like to play with that tight little backside of yours while I slide my cock in
and out of your eager cunt.’

‘
O shit,
’ she groaned and
her fingers went to work. She looked over her shoulder at me and I raised my
brows.

‘Eyes on the fireplace, Camilla,’
I advised and waited for her to comply. I strode back over to the bar and
poured myself some more water. I thought about my booking next week with
Summer, I was looking forward to meeting her and seeing her naked. I was going
to have to be severely restrained for once, this could be my hardest challenge
yet, I was going to have to make love to a woman and be all gentle, which
wasn’t really my style. Just the thought of her curves had my cock surge. I was
in the mood to fuck right now and Camilla would have to do. ‘Is that leather
wet?’ I called.

‘Sodden,’ she groaned.

‘Stand up, take off your dress,
get on your hands and knees, backside facing me and lick it up.’ I walked back
to my sofa and sat on the edge, my elbows on my knees as I watched her eagerly
comply. She was lapping enthusiastically as her pussy quivered, more moisture
bubbling out of her.

‘How do you taste?’

‘Not as good as if it was mingled
with your come, Sir,’ she replied as she sat back on her heels.

‘Well of course not. You will
remain there until I return.’ I headed off in the direction of the master
suite, carrying my jacket over my arm, grateful it was down a long corridor and
out of Camilla’s sight. I opened the double doors slightly and peered in to see
which direction the bed was facing. It was backed up on the wall opposite,
which meant the camera was somewhere on the right. I stepped into the room and
hugged the right wall until I reached the entertainment unit facing the bed. I
could see the iPod doc to the right of the television and casually slung my
jacket over it, before reaching underneath and turning it to face away from the
bed, just in case Camilla had the chance to try and remove it, that would buy
me some time to move out of range.

I checked the door to the
en-suite, if you could call a room that size an en-suite, you could nearly fit
my London apartment into it. The black orchids were on a ridiculously long console
table, which was behind the door. There was no way I could cover them and how
the hell would I explain that? I’d need another tactic. Breaking the vase was
probably my only option, I sincerely hoped that it wasn’t an original Ming
Dynasty one, or that would fuck up my finances royally. I checked myself in the
mirror in the bedroom, running my hands through my hair and adjusting my shirt
by undoing the cufflinks and rolling back my sleeves. I secured my cufflinks in
my overnight case which was in the walk in dressing room, before heading back
to the lounge to find Camilla still kneeling, waiting patiently. I sat away
from her and splayed my knees.