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London Calling

By: ChicBookFiend_29



I've come all the way from New York to London just to fuck you.

As I exit the plane and walk to the baggage claim to get my one garment bag, I reach for my cell phone and call to tell you that I've arrived and to confirm the address to the hotel where we'll have our tryst. I tell you that I'm dying to see you, that I cannot wait to have your cock buried inside of me.

I've dressed up just for you. Well . . . I do have a meeting this evening with an art dealer who's interested in my work, but the outfit I've picked to wear is intended just for you. I'm wearing a very proper business-type suit. It's navy blue with a tight blazer and a skirt that reaches two inches above my knees. I have my chestnut-brown hair pulled back into a loose chignon. I look prim and proper on the outside, but completely naughty on the inside. The only naughty things I wear on the outside are the sheer black stockings, which are suspended by a garter belt, and five-inch black suede fuck-me stiletto pumps. 

I wear nothing underneath. Everything is bare, including my pussy, which I've shaved off . . . also just for you. 

I'm outside of Heathrow and I hail a cab. When I give the driver the hotel's address, he looks at me from his rearview mirror and smiles a knowing smile. He must suspect what I'm about to do. 

I'm clenching my thighs together in anticipation of what is about to come. I barely notice the lovely view of the Thames or marvel at how strange it feels to ride on the wrong side of the road. That should tell you how I excited I am to see you!  

I'm already wet for you. My nipples are hard. You can see the peaks through the blazer. I really can't wait to see you, baby. I can't wait to have you near me. I can't wait for you to be in the same room as me. I want you to touch me. To kiss me. To fuck my brains out. I don't touch myself in the cab. I'm saving it all for you.

I arrive at the hotel. The lobby is elegant but modest. It is one of those old-fashioned hotels with Victorian furnishings and an enormous fireplace. The people in the lobby look just as reserved and old-fashioned as the hotel itself. I want to shock these foppish people by shouting, "I flew all the way to London just to fuck someone!" But I don't. I hurry up the steps and over to where the elevators are. I want to get to you as soon as possible.

You are there waiting for me. You look fetching in your immaculate tailored suit. It complements your handsome dark looks. You walk up to me and grab me with sensual urgency, but then you soften a little as you kiss me lightly. My lips are electrified. I cling to you and grind my hips to yours as you kiss me. I can tell you're already hard. You're more than ready for me.

But then you disengage from our kiss. Your green eyes have turned dark and heavy-lidded, your lips swollen from our passionate kiss. "Go to the bed and lie down," you instruct me with that sultry English accent of yours. 

I go lie on the bed as you command, but realize you haven't followed me. You've gone straight to the bathroom. When you don't appear a few seconds later, I cannot help touching myself. With one hand I begin to caress my breasts through the cotton fabric of my blazer, with the other hand I deliver to my clit as I lift my skirt and spread my legs apart. Please, baby, hurry up and come to me!

Finally, you appear in front of me. You stand naked—your big, beautiful cock at full attention, stretched taut and engorged with blood, your chest coated with just the right amount of soft black hair, your handsome face overcome with lust. My pussy seems to clench, my nipples tighten as I study you—this gorgeous, delicious man who looks ready to fuck my brains out.

Only as you approach do I realize that you're carrying handcuffs. Leaning over the bed, you tenderly raise my arms and cuff my wrists to the black iron headboard. Then I notice that you have brought something else. 

"Is that a lace doily?" I ask, puzzled. You say nothing. You just stand back and stare at me. My blazer is slightly open from when I was touching my breasts. My breasts are big and round—38 D—and my mauve nipples are now a shade darker than normal with the peaks completely elongated. My skirt is up to my waist and you can see my wet, shaved pussy in all its pink, swollen glory. You have quite a sight to feast upon.

Around my shoulders you arrange the long piece of white lace cloth. You begin to play with it, pulling it this way and that over my ever-sensitive breasts, raking the rough fabric back and forth over my nipples until I feel I will die from the rough little jolts of pleasure. And then you spread my blazer wide open and lower your head until you're face-level with my breasts. You lick at my nipples, making me thrash about with a pleasure-pain that is too exquisite for words. My pussy surges with wetness below, making me wild and wanton for more.

"You came all the way to London just to fuck me?" you ask when you finally disengage from my aching nipples.

"Yes," I half sigh, half gasp the word out.

You smile that sexy smile of yours. "Then you really are a slut."

I smile back at him. "I am."

"No," you whisper in my ear. Your warm breath does things to my already fully aroused body. "You're not a slut. You're a whore." 

"Yes," I whisper back at you.

Then you take the lace fabric and slip it between my legs. You hold it taut against my pussy, one hand behind me, the other in front so that it rides me like a burning rope. I rub myself against it and relieve some of my ache that way, but I want you more than words could ever convey. The ache becomes a need, and I think I'm going to die if you don't fuck me soon. Please, baby, fuck me now! Give me your cock right now!

"A wanton little whore," you say with a soft, throaty chuckle.

You grab me and turn me on my stomach. You're going to fuck me from behind. Excited, I lift my ass, giving you full access to my wet and hungry cunt. 

"That's right, spread for me," you say. 

Instead of entering me, you surprise me when I feel your wet tongue instead. I let out an involuntary gasp as you work on me. You start low in my pussy, but quickly move up to my engorged clit, lifting my ass and spreading me further apart for better access as you deliver hard tongue strokes that drive me insane. I moan and groan loudly from the intensity of your ministrations. I am so ready, so close—I need to come something terrible. The orgasm slams into me as if from nowhere. I come so hard it almost hurts. Each hot, staggering burst of heat and pleasure wracks my body with spasms that leave me weak.

You don't let me catch my breath when you slide inside of me. You enter me slowly, letting me feel every inch of your cock as you fill and stretch me. Then your strokes suddenly become hard and fast and deep, and I let myself cry out at each brutal thrust. My wrists still handcuffed, my arms crisscrossed from when you turned me on my stomach, my head almost bangs against the iron headboard as you fuck me hard, fast and pummeling, my body flat against the bed, my aching clit brushing against the rough material of the comforter. I shout in sheer pleasure as you moan and murmur dirty things to me in my ear as you continue driving your sweet cock into my pussy.

My breasts bounce against the mattress with each rough stroke you deliver. I moan, "Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me" in time with your powerful thrusts. Your cock pounds me into oblivion, making my thighs weak, my entire body basking in a nearly overwhelming pleasure.

I feel so ready, so close to coming, that I can barely stand it. Your words drive me over the edge and well past it. "You came all this way, across the Atlantic ocean, just to take my big cock, to have your hot pussy take it all the way in, and have me fuck you like an animal." 

The climax comes to me in hard, wild waves and I cry out so loud I am sure the entire hotel has heard me. The intensity of it is overwhelming and staggering. 

I beg you to come for me, that I need to feel your come deep inside me. That is all it takes to send you over the edge. You let out an animal-like groan when you finally come, your hands gripped tighter to my hips as you empty yourself inside me.

We are both spent. We lie motionless for a while—the only sound in the room is our heavy breathing. 

Then you untie my wrists from the headboard and you fall asleep. You are still on top of me. I am still flat on the bed, lying on my stomach. The post-coital bliss mixed with jetlag have exhausted me to the point that I don't care that I can barely breathe under you and fall asleep a few minutes later.

***

I awake three hours later. He's already gone. 

I glance over at the night stand and see it. The white envelope looks rather thick. I reach inside and find notes that total £3,500. I have no idea how much money that is in American dollars, but I'll find out soon enough. The going rate is for me $3,500, but I have a feeling that £3,500 equal to much more in American currency.

By far, this has been the most interesting experience I have had in all of my two years working as a call girl. I've gotten a full-paid round trip ticket to London, full-paid hotel stay and a fistful of cash—just to have sex with a man who wanted to fuck an American whore, one who would come all the way from the states just to fuck him. On top of that, I may soon sell some of my artwork at a London gallery. 

All in all, it has been a wonderful and unique experience so far.

London Calling



[Author's Note: This story brings together characters from two separate storylines: the Helen and B stories and the TLC stories.]

*

"Robbie?" Ellie snuggled up close. Her skin, slick with perspiration, slid easily over his. The room was redolent with the musk of their lovemaking. Robbie's breathing was still laboured but that only made the impromptu pillow of his chest rise and fall under Ellie's cheek with the gentle, peace-inducing rhythm of a rocking cradle. Ellie could hear his heart beating and fancied it was keeping time with her own, pounding in her ears.

"Hmm?" Robbie was still too exhausted to speak. He'd literally given her everything he had. He could feel his thigh muscles still trembling with the exertion of fucking Ellie and the draining force of the orgasm he'd just enjoyed. 

"If you ever do that to me again... I think I'll die." Ellie had lost count of her own orgasms but she knew that Robbie had come twice, not even slowing down after the first one, nor softening inside her. He'd been... possessed was the word that sprung to mind. Ellie had blacked out, she knew, and still Robbie had not stopped. He'd carried on fucking her, rousing her and arousing her to another and another climax, like waves on a beach. He'd only stopped after his second orgasm, collapsing on the bed, rolling onto his back with Ellie in his arms and still impaled on his twitching cock.

Ellie had just clung to him until his softening cock slipped out of her, and then she'd slid sideways to where she now lay.

"Ok." Robbie barely whispered.

"I... Love you." Ellie said the words she'd been avoiding all day.

"I love you too." Robbie showed no surprise at all at her confession.

"That's alright then." Ellie smiled to herself. It had been an amazing day, a long day... 

Noticing that Robbie had drifted off to sleep, Ellie rolled away from him to reach over to the lamp and turn it off, then she snuggled close again and closed her own eyes. It had been a very long day.

* * * * *

"Well that explains a lot." B's smiling. Her hand's between her thighs.

"I still can't believe you hid my spy camera in his bedroom!" Helen just watched the video too.

"He turned me down. I had to know why." B isn't sore at Robbie for rejecting her advances. But she is curious about her protégé. "And it's not like you respect anyone's privacy."

"True." Helen has to concede the point.

"And that was spectacular." B found Robbie's performance seriously arousing, and Ellie really is beautiful. B wonders if she'll ever get up close and personal with her.

"It was." Helen moves closer to B, turning her girlfriend's face with fingertip pressure to kiss her. B's mouth opens against hers.

"Where's Eric?" B breaks the kiss, nuzzling Helen's cheek.

"With Mom." Helen doesn't like to interrupt Eric when he's sleeping with her mother. As Parry's in Costa Rica, inspecting Eric's corporate holdings there, Eric has been the sole stud in a household of four women since getting back from London. He probably needs a quiet night and sleeping with Meg was as quiet as it gets around here.

"And Kelsey's visiting her aunt... So it'll be just like old times." B's fingers have already found their way into Helen's pussy and her mouth quickly finds Helen's.

They're both very moist. Watching the candid camera footage of Robbie and Ellie has definitely been stimulating. For B, it's a result of her fond memories of Robbie's talented fingers too. Helen had, to her regret, never got a chance to find out what all the fuss was about, but having seen him in action, she's willing to stipulate that she missed out on a rare treat.

B is moving down Helen's body now, focusing on her girlfriend's firm, small breasts: Sucking one nipple while teasing the other with the tip of her finger. Helen moans as her erect nipples send such sweet sensations through her. B's other hand is still three fingers deep in Helen's pussy: That helps. That helps a lot! She eases her legs wider, one ankle high in the air, the other as far off to left field as she can stretch. That spread, three fingers doesn't feel anything like enough anymore.

B guesses that too. Three become four, with her thumb tucked across her palm for good measure.

Helen gasps as the widest part of B's hand presses into her. As always, it gets more comfortable as her vulva cinches around B's wrist. Helen loves being fisted. She can take Parry's hand but it isn't comfortable. B's hands are so small that it feels easy and, because it's easy, they play this way a lot. 

Helen just lies on the sofa, moaning with lust and pleasure as B's teeth nip her nipples and B's hand twists and turns inside her. She can't move much to contribute to her own pleasure, but she can and does reach her clitoris. She rubs it gently, squeezing it between two fingers until it's almost, but not quite, painful. That usually makes her come. This time is no different.

"Oh... Oh yes... Your hand feels so good in my... cunt... Oh... I'm... coming... Fuck!... That's ... so... Ooooh!" Helen gives up trying to speak. She trembles like an epileptic as she comes, impaled on B's forearm. 

"Was that good?" B asks, redundantly. She's made no move to remove her hand, content to keep it inside her girlfriend while she comes down from those orgasmic heights.

"You have to ask?" Helen pants. They've been lovers long enough to never need to ask such questions.

"And if I do this?" B flexs her fingers inside Helen, pressing up against the back of her pubic bone and the nerve centres there.

"Ow!" Helen convulses as if tasered by B's fingers. It isn't painful as such, just so sensitive so soon after an orgasm. B gives no quarter, massaging that region and watching Helen writhe and try to curl into a foetal ball. "Oh... Fuck..." She moans and presses her hands to her crotch protectively. But there is no mercy, no respite until she starts to climax again, wailing and soaking B's hand, her wrist and the cushion under her. Only then does B ease out her hand, pausing to admire her handiwork as Helen's gaping pussy slowly contracts and closes.

"Mmm." B's slick fingers find their way straight to her mouth. 

"Bitch." Helen croaks, curling up in a wet patch of her own making and cradling her tender crotch with both hands.

"Yep." B smiles at her and is rewarded with an equally open and affectionate smile. "That's why you love me."

"I love you for lots of reasons." Helen reaches out a hand to her friend, drawing her closer for a kiss. There is such tenderness in the touch of their lips that nobody would question that they're in love.

"Lots?" B knows them all but she likes to hear them occasionally, just to be extra sure.

"Lots. Because you're pretty, witty, flirty and dirty."

"Is that all?"

"No. You have the sweetest little cunt in Christendom." Helen has a fondness for coarse words that B is well used to.

"Sweeter than Sabine's?" They'd both enjoyed their newfound bed buddy in London. 

"It's close..." Helen makes a show of considering the issue. "Sit on my face and I'll tell you afterwards." 

"Wouldn't that count as bribery?" B moves to straddle Helen's face nonetheless.

"So?" It's Helen's last word on the subject. Her mouth finds gainful employment dealing with the pussy being pressed against it. There really is no contest anyway. B's pussy is second to none in Helen's book, and has been since they first hooked up in college. Just because they both fuck almost anyone else doesn't stop them from being very much a couple. Ok, Helen loves her parents too -- in a sexual way, that is -- but if she ever had to choose between Daddy's cock and B's cunt... well, Daddy would understand.

Not that B would ever ask Helen to give up Parry, or Meg, or Eric. The only jealousy B has ever exhibited is because Parry isn't her father too. She calls him Daddy whenever he's in bed with her, because it's fun to pretend to be father and daughter, but she's envious of Helen for actually having that sweetly incestuous relationship with both her parents. 

B moves against Helen's face, until she feels Helen's tongue probing her ass hole. Rocking forward, she presses her clit hard against the bridge of Helen's nose, almost smothering Helen but enjoying the pressure against her sensitive nub while her anus pulses at the tickling caress. God! She loves having her ass toyed with. She closes her eyes and recalls London, last week. Sabine had been so good with her tongue. Daniel had been fun too, but Sabine was just filthy... in a good way. B lets her memory wander in Sabine's direction as Helen licks her...

* * * * *

London, one week earlier...

"Sabine?" Daniel is drinking coffee and perusing pictures of his wife on his new laptop.

"Yah?" Sabine, sitting across the table from him, puts down the Sunday Times and leans forward, craning her neck to see which picture he's stopped clicking on. It's one of his black and white studies of her, naked. It isn't even one of her more explicit ones.

"You know you said you were giving up modelling?"

"Yah. But not for you. I think I will still like to be photographed by my husband." Sabine had been an occasional fashion model since before they met but, at 25, she's bored of it and looking for a change. 

"It's just... You might want to reconsider." Daniel has that naughty boy grin on his face.

"So. I will reconsider. Why?" 

"You'll see." Daniel answers cryptically then dismisses the subject and returns to browsing his homemade 'art' collection. 

"I still will not pose for Chris." Sabine is referring to their running joke about Daniel's best friend, best man and photographer who's been threatening to sue Daniel for a year because -- he says -- he only agreed to photograph their wedding if he could photograph the wedding night too.

"Not Chris." Daniel doesn't even glance across at her. The mouse clicks and his pupils dilate. 

Sabine leans over again to see why. Oh, those pictures! They were taken in New York, during their honeymoon. She recalls the day and smiles to herself.

"New York was good. Yah?" Sabine is adept at managing Daniel. She changes the subject in the sure and certain knowledge he will crack soon and tell her everything she wants to know, without word games.

"New York was good." Daniel agrees. His eyes leave the screen, meet hers across the table and smoulder with remembered passion. He reaches out, without taking his gaze off his lovely wife, and closes the screen on his laptop. "It's too early."

"Yah. We should go back to bed." This is an old gambit.

They stand in unison. Sabine glances at the front of Daniel's pyjamas, pleased to see he's already magnificently erect. She moves around the table, loosening the sash of her robe. By the time she reaches Daniel's arms, the robe is open to reveal her disdain for clothes. 

Daniel gathers her into his arms, kissing her briefly but passionately before picking her up and carrying her back to bed. What else are Sunday mornings for?

It may not be the best way to measure the success of a relationship, but Daniel's lust for Sabine is greater after four years together than it was when they first hooked up. He loves her too -- more each day -- but his desire for her body, it's graceful curves, supple firmness and many other delights, is firmly rooted in lust. And it's a lust that only finds relief when he's firmly rooted in Sabine: Like now.

"Yah... Oh, Yah!... Mein Gott!... Das ist gut... das ist seir gut!... Yah... Fich meine fotze, Leibling... Fich... Oh, Mein Gott!... Yahhhh!" Sabine has to think about speaking English and Daniel's cock had this strange ability to make thinking not the thing to do. As a result, she generally comes in German, which Daniel understands well enough after all this time. She could come in Swahili and he wouldn't mind, just so long as she comes. 

He fucks her right through her first orgasm, pushing hard into her smooth shaved pussy in long, measured, forceful strokes that he knows will have her screaming and clawing at his back long before he's ready to climax. He waits until Sabine relaxes under him, her pussy still pulsing occasionally around his cock, then he speeds up, making her moan as her sensitive flesh yields to him. 

Daniel ignores her moans, knowing that Sabine will take anything he can give her and that, no matter how bruised, how tenderised, her pussy feels afterwards, she will only be grateful. 

"Oh...Yah..." Sabine clings to his shoulders, her legs right up, either side of his ribs, trembling with fatigue as she lets herself be ravished by him. She knows, in the mood he's in, he'll leave her unable to walk comfortably for hours. That's fine. In fact, it's what she wants. She never loves her husband more than when she can barely close her legs because he's been so forceful. 

"Your turn." Daniel mutters through clenched teeth, rolling them both over until he's on his back. 

Sabine pushes herself upright, lifting her hips off his and slamming them down again; gasping each time she impales herself on Daniel's cock. Her second climax is never far behind the first one and they both know it. She reaches for her clitoris, leaning back, one hand on her crotch and one behind her on Daniel's thigh for balance. She is as ungentle with her clit as she is with her fotze, strumming it hard with her fingers, making herself wail. Daniel is close to coming now and she wants them to come together. She can read all the telltale signs in his body language and is desperately tormenting her clit to catch up with him. When she sees him close his eyes, she braces herself just in time to avoid being bucked right off him as his hips lift and his hot, hard cock hoses her cervix with semen. It's the final straw for her.

"Oh.. . Yah!... Abspritzen in meine fotze... " Her pussy contracts around his twitching, squirting cock as she starts to climax, her fingers a blur over her clit as the spasms in her abdomen milk Daniel dry and wring out her glands, soaking their conjoined crotches.

With a final wail of primordial ecstasy, Sabine collapses forward onto Daniel's chest again, her hand still presses protectively over her crotch. She doesn't pass out this time but, Gott in Himmel, that was good. 

Daniel eases her across his chest until her face is over his and he can kiss her. His cock still twitches inside her as his tongue dances with hers.

"I love you." He says, quietly. It doesn't have to be loud. Sabine will always hear those words, no matter how softly he speaks them.

"Ich Leibe dich." She whispers back, biting his earlobe gently. 

They lie together breathing heavily, kissing gently and saying nothing while Daniel's cock softens and finally slips out of Sabine.

* * * * *

"So. You still will not say why I must be a model again?" Sabine usually gets her own way after sex. Right now, she's using Daniel's chest as a pillow and idly toying with his slowly recovering cock.

"If you showed any interest in my work, you wouldn't need to ask. Anyway..." He raises his voice because Sabine's off the bed and out of the room in a display of energy he couldn't emulate right now if his life depended on it. He waits as few seconds for her return. "Anyway, I never said you must, only that you might want to consider it." He finally finishes making his point while Sabine pulls the paper apart looking for his column.

"Aha!" Sabine finds the page she's looking for and reads through Daniel's column in silence.

* * * * *

Forget the Turner Prize. The London arts scene is battening down the hatches and bracing itself for a much bigger storm of controversy. No, Damien Hirst hasn't pickled one of Her Majesty's corgis. This time, the artist at the centre of the storm isn't indigenous but colonial. New York based photographer, pornographer and playboy; Eric Kruppa is coming to town to open a new gallery.

For those of you who've managed to remain oblivious to Mr Kruppa's reputation across the pond, let me just say that his greatest achievement to date is his success in keeping his work out of the public eye. I know that sounds odd, if not exactly controversial, but it is true nonetheless. Google Eric Kruppa and you'll get thousands of hits but very few examples of his work. Trawl the public galleries of the world and you will find no mention of him at all. Yet his photographs all have five figure price tags and are already starting to change hands at auction for much more than their original prices. 

It's not Mr Kruppa's commercial success that has the London scene buzzing though, so much as the nature of his work. Last year, I visited his gallery in New York so I can say from personal experience that Eric Kruppa's camera produces the most graphically pornographic but also stunningly beautiful images. 

And therein lies the contradiction. They are beautiful and they seem to empower his subjects, who are the loudest voices raised in his defence, but there is no getting away from the fact that this is porn as well as art.

It remains to be seen if Mr Kruppa's plans for a gallery will amount to anything, but this much is certain: There won't be a critic or art aficionado in this town who remains on the fence.

Also this week, Westminster City Council has graciously granted a licence for...

* * * * *

"Herr Kruppa is really coming to London?" Sabine's eyes sparkle. She recalls practically dragging Daniel to the Greenwich Village gallery on their honeymoon. She'd had an even harder time trying to drag him back out. It had been the start of a whole new phase in Daniel's interest in photography.

"On Tuesday. We got a press release last Thursday." Daniel peruses Sabine's naked body and wonders if it's worth getting out of bed to fetch his camera.

"And you did not tell me!" Sabine pounces on her husband, raining quick, sharp slaps on his thighs, his flanks and his chest until he catches her wrists and pulls her up the bed so they're face to face.

"It was meant to be a surprise." He explains his secrecy calmly. "You used to like surprises."

"Yah. I like surprises." Sabine relents, relaxing in his grip, settling herself on top of Daniel, trapping his now recovered erection between their bellies. "Und you think I will want to model for Herr Kruppa?"

"I thought you might want to consider it... And I'd be supportive of your decision."

"You would not mind? If I modelled for another man the way I model for you?" 

"Leibchen. When have I ever minded anything you do?"

"This is true."

"So? Would you like to practice a little? Just to make sure you still remember how to model?"

"Yah. Where is your camera?" Sabine is on her feet again.

"On my desk." Daniel watches her skip out of the bedroom then leans over to get the bottle of lube from the bedside cabinet. She really does have the prettiest bottom in Christendom. He can feel some sodomy coming on.

* * * * *

"Good morning Mr Herrick. Coffee? Tea?" Eric stands, offering Daniel his hand.

"Thank you for agreeing to see me, Mr Kruppa. Coffee would be nice." Daniel shakes Eric's hand firmly. He's surprised he's got this interview. 

"Please. Call me Eric." Eric flops back into the corner of a sofa, waving at a chair opposite. 

"Thanks." Daniel sits, taking out his Pearlcorder. "Do you mind if I record our interview. My shorthand's never been that good."

"Not at all, Daniel. How do you take it?" Eric pours two cups of coffee and pushes one across the glass tabletop to within Daniel's reach.

"Black and sweet." Daniel puts the recorder down on the table and stretches to help himself to a couple of sugar lumps from the silver bowl.

"I read your column. Do you really think my work is porn?" Eric adds cream and sugar to his own cup, concentrating on stirring it instead of making eye contact with his guest.

"Yes." Daniel has done his research and feels sure he has the measure of Eric Kruppa. "And so do you. You prefer being infamous to being famous."




London Calling



When I moved to London it was an unusually warm June. I was twenty-five, nervous, and woefully naive. Friends were getting engaged, married, having babies. Some were finishing doctorates or travelling. And I had long since come to the conclusion that the kind of raw, explosive attraction I had read about or seen on the TV didn't exist for everyone. At least, up until that point, not for me. I didn't mind so much, too caught up in the euphoria of moving to a new country and a new job all by myself. 

So when I met Benjamin Reece, it completely floored me.

*****

"Yeah, mum its great- a gorgeous place. All hardwood floors and tall ceilings and a kitchen island. It's going to be hard to give the place back in six months." I laughed into the phone, scanning my eyes over the plush office I was standing in. Rather than attempt to find a reasonably priced flat somewhere outside of London and far away from my work, I had opted to house sit for a rich couple in Kensington. It had been a last minute gig, found through a girl I knew from back home in Melbourne. The couple were going to Spain for six months and had been understandably thrilled at finding someone to stay at the house. 

"The cat comes and goes but he's quite friendly. He has a cat flap so no need to fuss over him- his name is Dorian- Dorian Grey. That was my ex-husband's idea." Lily Emmers was beautiful, and had a broad white toothed smile. She had gestured carelessly to the grey cat licking its paw. "We'll be back in November, not sure what date yet but I'll ring you a week in advance. We really appreciate this Grace- it's been a nightmare trying to find a sitter." 

And then they had left, taking with them my promises to email updates and the like. And then, with no more than an exchange of numbers and keys, I had the place all to myself- well, myself and Dorian. That was yesterday. I had slept like a log through the night, jet-lag not quite gone after only a week. 

"I worry about you all alone in a foreign city though, Petal," my mum said into the receiver, snapping me back to the present "Can't you get a roommate or something?"

"I have a roommate." I smiled as Dorian purred and dodged sleekly between my legs.

"I meant of the non-furry variety." 

"I can't just invite someone to live in a house that isn't mine, ma. Besides I'm perfectly safe. I keep my phone and a golf club next to my bed while I sleep."

"Well at least you're taking the time to yourself. Golfing sounds fun."

"The club is in case there's an intruder and I need a weapon, mum." I said dryly. 

"Darling your- hang on, Bill- your father wants a word. Here."

"Gracie!" my dad had a rough, deep burr. Traces of Scottish could still be heard in his voice but for the most part he sounded Australian. 

"Hi, dad."

"You're being careful, arentya darling? Not wandering by yourself at night or anything like that, eh?"

"No, dad."

"Good girl, good girl. How's the paper? We've been reading all your articles on the Ipad."

"Thanks, dad. The paper is great, I work with some really funny people."

"They can't be all that funny, they're English."

"Ha ha dad." 

"No really, Gracie darling make lots of friends, okay? And call us in a few days with an update, won't you?"

"I will dad. I really like it here, but don't worry I have plans to meet up with Kate in a few weeks."

Kate was my dad's sister's daughter, my cousin. She went to university in Glasgow but was heading to London for a few days to see me.

"Good gel. Don't forget to go see your Gran soon. She's excited to not have you all the way across the pond anymore." 

"I promised her I'd get away from work at first chance and come and see her, but this weekend I need to settle in you know?"

"Alright Gracie. Hey, you be safe okay? We love you. Danny says hi, he says he's sent you a message over FaceBook and that you should reply to it."

I smiled, my brother Danny loved sending me inappropriate and hilarious pictures while I was supposed to be working. Suddenly I felt a bit homesick.

"Ok daddy. I love you too. Talk soon?"

"Talk soon darling."

I hung up the phone, sighing. A soft meow made me smile and I scooped up Dorian and nuzzled his fur.

"Hungry, are you?" I murmured to the cat, who mewed politely in response.

Setting him down, I took one step towards the door when I heard it.

A man's soft curse, the back door closing. Footsteps. Not daring to breathe, I blinked slowly and willed my feet to move. Police. I needed the police. And a weapon? Or should I hide? No, I'm not risking a Glenn-Close in the shower type situation. No thank you. The best defense was a good offence. I cautiously crossed from the office to the main bedroom where I had been sleeping, through the door that connected the two rooms. Gently picking up my cellphone and the famous golf club I inched back into the office, clutching my phone to my chest.

The sound of someone's heavy footsteps up the stairs met my ears and I raised the golf club, before a man walked into the office and gave a strangled yelp of surprise. He immediately jumped back and raised his hands.

"Hey! Whoa! Easy! I'm sorry I'm-" 

"Trying to burgle me?" I snapped, phone and club still raised.

"What? No! No. Lily has something I needed to grab and-" 

"Oh sure I bet a lot of robbers use that one. Clever of you to learn the owner's name."

"Owner? I'm the owner. I'm Lily's ex-husband."

The golf club wavered but I didn't set it down. He saw my hesitation and slowly moved his hands to his pocket.

"Hey!" I moved the club back to its place.

"Wait! Fuck," he cursed "Let me just ring her. She can confirm it."

"Okay then maestro. Put it on speaker."

He grabbed his phone and rang someone, speaking low into it. I watched as he turned the phone on speaker.

"Grace! Grace are you there?"

My mouth dropped as Lily's voice came through the phone. I slowly lowered the golf club.

"Um. Yes. I'm here."

"Grace I'm so so sorry, he's telling the truth... he is my ex-husband. He needs to grab some documents out of the office and... in all the confusion yesterday I completely forgot to mention he might drop by. I'm so sorry Grace! Are... are you really wielding a golf club?"

"One of my father's golf clubs might I add." The stranger said dryly. I silently begged the ground to swallow me up.

"Well I didn't have any of my silver daggers handy so..." I joked weakly. Lily remained silent on the line but I saw the corners of the stranger's mouth tug upwards slightly. Oh my god, he was laughing at me. Laughing at this ridiculous situation. 

"I've put it down now and I might go...die...somewhere." I winced and avoided eye contact with the man standing in front of me. I felt him struggling not to laugh.

"No, Grace don't be silly! I'm kind of chuffed if I'm honest. We picked a ballsy house sitter." Lily said over the phone. I winced again.

"That's me. Ballsy." I agreed half-heartedly.

Lily's ex-husband turned off the speaker and spoke into the phone, keeping his amused eyes on me before hanging up. We stood in silence as I awkwardly held up the hand clutching my phone in surrender.

"Sorry." I said lamely. He continued to study me in silence and I waited for him to say something.

"No harm done," he finally said smoothly, amusement still dancing in his blue eyes "Would it be okay if I were here for a while? I wouldn't disturb you." He said slightly mockingly, raising his hands. 

"Ah, yes of course. I was just going to...feed Dorian and... read a book." I kept finding it difficult to speak to him. Why?

"Grace, is it?" he asked. Just briefly I thought I saw him flicker his eyes over my person, but I dismissed it as my imagination. 

"Yes. Grace O'Donoghue." 

"Scottish. And Australian." He assessed.

"My father's family lives in Aberdeen." I said meekly. He nodded in response, before extending a hand. I took it hesitantly and we shook hands. I felt my legs go wobbly and I stood a little straighter, ignoring the hitch in my stomach when our hands touched.

"I'm Benjamin Reece." He gave me a slow smile.

I shivered.

******

It had been four hours. I had moved downstairs, not wanting to disturb Mr Reece. He had vaguely promised I 'wouldn't even know he was there'. A lie. I felt his presence upstairs like nothing else, I had read and reread the same page of my book over and over again. I wasn't sure how much longer I could pretend I wasn't completely affected by the man upstairs. 

Dorian had long since abandoned me, probably finding my anxious vibes were ruining his Friday evening. It was late now, and I wanted to go to bed for more than one reason. Jet-lag, yes. But I also found myself longing to be alone. I couldn't remember the last time I had touched myself in the dark, using my fingers to make myself come. Suddenly, I needed the release more than I needed to breathe. Shifting uncomfortably, I could feel the wetness between my thighs and I cast my eyes to the ceiling. What on earth was happening to me?

A polite cough pushed me out of my reverie and I stood up quickly, my book falling to the floor. 

"Sorry," it was Benjamin Reece, watching me intently with a ledger under his arm "didn't mean to disturb you."

Christ. Disturb me, he had. I felt my gaze travel over him, from his rich mink-like brown hair cut stylishly, to his sensuous well-formed mouth, the stubble of a 5 o'clock shadow, and a well-defined body noticeable beneath an expensive looking suit. He was mid-thirties, and held a devastating amount of confidence in his stature. Handsome didn't cover it.

Fuck I wanted him. I wanted him like I was starving and he was a five course meal. 

Suddenly I released I was staring.

"No that's okay. I was planning on going to bed soon..." I couldn't form an intelligent sentence around him. He probably thought I was an idiot. He smiled like he knew what I was thinking. 

"Of course. You must be tired. I have everything I need."

"Right. Great."

"It was nice to meet you, Grace O'Donoghue." He continued to hold me in the arresting gaze. I swallowed.

"Yeah. You too, Mr Reece."

"Ben." He said softly.

I smiled and nodded. Oh god, please leave, I silently begged. He smiled in return and I watched as he exited out the front door. My body sagged in relief and I sunk to a nearby armchair, my face in my hands.

"Grace. You're a certifiable idiot." I murmured to myself. 

I sat like this for a few moments, before the pulsing ache between my legs became too much to ignore. I leaned against the back of the overstuffed arm chair and hooked my legs over each of the armrests, closing my eyes. 

Slowly my hand drifted to the junction between my thighs, and I pressed my fingers firmly against my jean-clad pussy. 

I hummed low in my throat while my eyes drifted shut. A pair of blue eyes dancing with amusement flashed beneath my lids and I moaned, slipping my hand beneath my jeans and stroking a finger over my clit. In my mind I saw him pushing my face towards his, claiming my mouth and pressing my body against him. My breathing became shallower as I skated my other hand into my panties, slowly pushing a finger into my wetness. I cried out involuntarily and arched against my fingers as the rush passed through my body. I began to shake, adding another finger and pushing them in at a steady pace. My fingers worked my clit and I picked up the pace of the fingers plunging in and out of my wetness. My cries and moans escalated and at the back of my feverish mind I wondered if I was being too loud. Too late. My body bucked and I gave a hoarse cry as the orgasm washed over me, skating over my clit and making my pussy clench against the labors of my fingers. The orgasm extended and my head fell against the back against the armchair.

Once the orgasm had receded and my body sat noodle-like, I gave another small hum and pulled my hands out of my pants. I felt so much better. So relaxed, but invigorated. I felt fantastic. I felt...

"That was quite a show."

My stomach dropped. 

It was his voice behind me, low with arousal and amusement. I slowly turned around and there he stood, leaning against the back door with the ledger still under his arm. I opened my mouth but all that came out was a strangled noise. We stood in silence. His eyes were sharp, like a predator poised to strike. But mixed with the assessing arousal in his eyes was the hint of amusement from before. I opened my mouth again, but shut it again firmly. What the fuck could I say?

"I would apologize for invading your privacy, but if I'm honest I'd be lying. I'm not sorry at all." 

I narrowed my eyes at his arrogance, but felt my body respond to him quickly. His lips were curved into an easy smile but I could see the tension in his body. Had I affected him the same way he had affected me? I unconsciously darted my eyes to the obvious jut of an erection pressing against his pants. I snapped my eyes back up to his face and his eyes darkened with arousal. Oh God. I had gone so far past embarrassment now it was like I was frozen solid. This was my life now. Forever to be a statue. The thought of him standing behind me the whole time... watching... 

Fuck. It really turned me on.

I cleared my throat. I needed to say something, this silence was bordering on excruciating. 

"I think..." I said breathlessly, pausing "...you should probably leave."

Benjamin Reece nodded in agreement, his gaze holding my own. 

"Probably."

More silence. More staring. This felt ridiculous, but I still couldn't move. I don't think I would ever move from this spot unless a hole mercifully swallowed me up.

"I came back to borrow an umbrella..." he paused. I noticed the rain then, falling in sheets outside "I only have a back door key. Front's missing. I was going to leave but I didn't want to disturb you. I thought it might be rude not to let you finish." Slowly his mouth curved into another smile. I kind of wanted to hit him.

"Yeah. Thanks for that." I gritted my teeth and shut my eyes. Maybe I had passed out in the chair in front of the fire and this wasn't really happening. I opened them. Nope.

"I'll leave," he raked his eyes over my body- this time, I knew it happened. It didn't feel lecherous, more of a hot assessment. He wanted me, I thought with a jolt. "Or..."

"Or?" I murmured.

"I could stay." 

The breath in my lungs rapidly left and I sucked in air in a small gasp. I recognized the implications of his words and for a moment I allowed the thought, wondering what it would be like. The image of being beneath him on the carpet, his cock roughly pushing into me while his mouth kissed and bit my neck. His hands holding my wrists to the carpet, my legs tangled with his. I swallowed. The temptation filled my body with an intense longing I didn't know I was capable of. What the hell was happening to me?

"That probably wouldn't be...appropriate, Mr Reece." My voice sounded breathless. My mind was in a tizzy, as I thought over and over kiss me, god please kiss me. 

"Of course." He agreed, roughly pushing a hand through his wet hair. He watched me steadily, his eyes still heavy with arousal and his body tense- ready to pounce at my consent. Nodding once, he tightened his grip on the ledger in his hands, turned, and exited into the rain.

Completely forgetting the umbrella. 

I closed my eyes once the door had been closed and released a shaky breath. I scrubbed my hand over my face and heard a curious mew at my feet. Looking down, I picked up Dorian and nuzzled my face in his grey fur.

"Dor, why do I have the overwhelming feeling this so isn't over?" the cat looked up at me blankly. My gaze looked outside to the heavy London rain and I shook my head.

"No. Definitely not over."

*****



London Calling



"Yes I do." Eric looks up at last, grinning broadly. "Which is why I rarely give interviews these days. The rumours about me are far more entertaining than the truth."

"I was surprised when you agreed to speak to me." Daniel had had to try, even though Mr Kruppa's press release had said that he would not be available for interview during his visit.

"Well, you said you've visited my gallery. I try to accommodate my customers." Eric glances at the door, making Daniel look over his shoulder to see who's come in. It's the blonde girl who showed him into Mr Kruppa's suite. 

"I wouldn't say I'm a customer. I couldn't afford your work." Daniel watches the young lady settle herself beside Eric, fold her legs up onto the sofa and lie down, using his thigh as a pillow. Eric's hand lightly strokes her curls away from her face. Daniel doesn't even realize he's staring until the girl smiles directly at him. She's absolutely stunning... and she's absolutely naked. 'Where's her dress gone?' Is just one of the questions Daniel doesn't think to ask. 

"...catalogue?"

"Sorry." Daniel snaps his eyes back to Eric. "I... I wasn't paying attention."

"You were paying very close attention." The girl suggests without any hint of admonition.

"B has that effect a lot." Eric explains and makes an informal introduction at the same time.

"B? The B?" Daniel's research had included a TV interview with her but she's grown her hair much longer since it was filmed so he hadn't recognised her when she showed him in. He can't help thinking that's an appalling faux pas but B doesn't appear affronted.

"In the flesh." She smiles warmly at Daniel. "Eric was asking if you bought a catalogue in New York?"

"Eh? Oh. Yes. Well, actually, my wife bought two. One for us and one as a gift for her girlfriend." Daniel realizes too late that this is getting too personal. He's supposed to be interviewing Eric but, somehow, finds himself being interviewed.

"So you are a customer." B didn't even blink when Daniel mentioned Sabine's girlfriend.

"Daniel?" Eric makes a bid for Daniel's attention and succeeds in prying it away from B. "I'm afraid time is our enemy this morning. I have several places to be. We haven't yet found suitable premises for the new gallery." Eric makes a point of finishing his coffee in one gulp. "Would you like to come along? We can talk en route." 

"I'd love to." Daniel can't believe his luck. He'd expected half an hour of Q and A and is getting to spend the morning embedded in Mr Kruppa's entourage.

"Are you coming?" Eric glances down at his lap and asks B.

"Not today. When Helen wakes up, we're going shopping." She gets up with the grace and fluidity of motion normally reserved for ballerinas and cats, and walks towards Daniel.

He can't stop himself glancing at her shaved crotch, just at eye level. B is standing right next to him. "It was a pleasure to meet you Daniel." Again, there is no apparent admonition in her tone but her voice drags Daniel's attention up from her crotch to her face.

"The pleasure was all mine." Daniel tries to be polite. It isn't easy with a raging case of rampant tumescence, aggravated by chronic britishness.

B casually touches the fissure of her labia then holds up her hand, making a show of scrutinizing it. She shows Daniel the sheen of moisture on her fingertip. "Not all yours." With a smile that promises all earthly pleasures, she walks past him to the door.

"B loves an audience." Eric explains while Daniel gathers up his recorder and his bag. "She probably got as turned on as you did. I'm impressed though. Most men at least blush the first time B gets naked for them."

"A few years ago I would have. I'd have lost the power of speech too. My wife says I was the shyest man in the history of the world, ever. Four years with her have cured me though."

"She sounds interesting." Eric has been paying attention. He heard Daniel mention that his wife has a girlfriend. "You say you've been married four years?"

"One year. Sabine and I have been together for four years but we married last summer. When we visited L'Origine Du Monde, we were on our honeymoon." Daniel has decided that he doesn't mind that the interview has gotten away from him. Talking about Sabine is good. He wants Eric to be interested enough to want to meet her. Then Sabine can pitch herself as a model... if she wants to.

"Last summer? That would have been the Innocence Lost exhibition?" Eric had presented an entire exhibition of a girl called Kelsey, who'd been a virgin when she'd agreed to model for him. The gallery had been picketed by the Purity movement for the whole three months of the exhibition. You couldn't buy that sort of publicity.

"Yes. We met the model too."

"That explains why you didn't recognise B. Usually she manages the gallery but, for that exhibition, Kelsey wanted to be there herself. If anything, I think that wound up the protesters even more than if she'd just been some innocent girl that I'd exploited and discarded."

"You really do like to cause a rumpus, don't you?" Daniel figures that to be a rhetorical question.

"It's half the reason for my work." Eric owns up.

"And the other half?"

"It's a good way to meet girls."

"Liar. My research said you met both your girlfriends in college, before you took up photography."

"Ok. Yes. B and Helen begat the camera, not vice versa. Really? When I began, I just wanted to shock people but B taught me that I could do much more than that. She's writing a book on the nature of nudity and sexuality in art and life. Don't be fooled by her behaviour, Daniel. B is the brains of this outfit."

"I'll try to remember that." Daniel wishes his recorder wasn't in the bottom of his bag. He's missing some great material for his next column.

"And, according to them they're not my girlfriends. They prefer the term courtesans."

"I'll try to remember that too."

* * * * *

"Tonight?" Sabine looks delighted and disappointed at the same time: A clever trick. Delighted to be invited to dine with Herr Kruppa, but disappointed because she has to work tonight. Daniel has come to Southside Café to tell her all about his day with Eric.

"Can't Ernesto get someone else to cover your shift?" Daniel met Sabine when she was a bartender in the eatery she now manages half the time.

"I will not like to ask him." Sabine has become much more conscientious since being promoted from behind the bar. Ernesto's staff are all recruited from a local model agency and he's very understanding about their need for time off at short notice for modelling assignments. He always has enough staff to cover the absences, but he only promoted Sabine when she gave up modelling because an absent manager is a lot harder to cover for than an absent waitress or bartender.

"Ask who?" Ernesto, passing within earshot of the booth they're occupying, picks up on the tension in Sabine's voice. 

"You." Daniel seizes the opportunity to ask what Sabine won't.

"Scoot over." He urges Sabine along the bench seat and parks himself beside her. "So ask."

"Sabine's favourite artist is in town and we've been invited to dinner." Daniel starts to explain.

"Eric Kruppa? She's been on about him all afternoon. We've all seen that catalogue she brought in." Ernesto says. "Dinner you say? Does this mean I'm not getting the night off after all?"

"No. It means you'll get your night off and just have to deal with my wife being miserable and moody for the next few days."

"Weeks." Sabine corrects Daniel.

"For the next few weeks. So Ernesto? What have you got planned for your well earned night off?" 

"What night off?" Ernesto is too fond of Sabine and Daniel to scupper their plans.

"Danke Schoen!" Sabine turns in her seat to hug her employer, kissing his stubbly cheek.

"You can make it up to me sometime. Now, if you two will excuse me, I have a restaurant to run." Ernesto leaves them to their own devices.

"You should not have done that." Sabine is a little cross with Daniel for taking the initiative. This is her place of work after all.

"Why not? I've known Ernesto longer than you have. I'm a valued customer."

"Yah. You are a valued customer... und a good husband." Sabine leans over the table to kiss him too. She isn't really mad at him.

* * * * *

"You like Daniel, don't you?" B asks Eric. She, he and Helen are sharing a Jacuzzi.

"Yes. So did you. I'm inclined to give him the exclusive when we open the gallery." Eric doesn't care about much but he does care about his friends and he has a good feeling that Daniel is going to be one of them. Having the exclusive story of the new Kruppa gallery is likely to be good for Daniel's journalistic profile and Eric sees no harm in that.

"Is he cute?" Helen was asleep when Daniel came calling.

"Very." B offers her considered opinion. "And he didn't blush when I did the touch test."

"Playmate?" Helen is always willing to add a new notch to her bedpost.

"Married." B shakes her head. She doesn't think Daniel will do more than sneak a peek.

"But his wife has a girlfriend." Eric reminds B of Daniel's admission.

The two girls look at each other meaningfully. 

"Be nice." Eric has seen that exchange of looks too often before.

"We will." Helen gets out of the tub because her fingers are starting to prune up.

"We always are." B adds, following Helen's example and clambering out of the water.

Eric closes his eyes and relaxes, figuring the girls will need at least an hour's head start to get ready for dinner. And, whatever he says, those two will do what they always do around strangers: Operation Shock and Charm. He smiles to himself as the possibilities unfold in his imagination. 

* * * * *

"I think you will like to fuck her." Sabine is talking to Daniel via her dressing table mirror while putting on make-up. She's still naked after her shower and Daniel is just drying off.

"Who? B?" They've been discussing Daniel's encounter with Eric's naked assistant.

"Yah. B." Sabine gets up from the dresser and goes to her underwear drawer.

"What makes you think that?" Daniel makes a lame attempt to deny it.

"You are hard. I think it is not for me this time. B is very sexy I think. Maybe we will both want her." Sabine picks out a sheer thong and steps into it.

"Well, if it's both of us." Daniel feels ok owning up to that fantasy.

"Und Herr Kruppa is sehr grosse. I think I will like that." Sabine watches Daniel's reactions carefully.

"Sabine... Leibchen... If you want to fuck another guy, you don't need my permission. I know we've never discussed it, but it's really not that different from sharing Karen. We're solid enough to be ok with it... if it happens." Daniel has thought about it. Not just today, but as an abstract idea over the last four years. Sooner or later, this subject was bound to come up.

"Yah. We are solid." Sabine closes the gap between them, grabbing Daniel's very rigid erection. "Und you are solid." She squeezes him through his towel. "I think we will have fun tonight."

"I'm sure of it." Daniel kisses her cheek. As Sabine moves away, towards the wardrobe, she takes his towel with her. 

* * * * *

"Daniel was very shy und very brave." Sabine is answering Eric's question about how she and Daniel got together. They're in a relatively secluded corner of The Ivy but three beautiful women and one notorious playboy can draw glances even in this celebrity-rich environment. 

In his role of London Life editor for the Times, Daniel is making mental notes of who's paying attention to Eric's entourage. 

"Brave?" Eric prompts Sabine to continue.

"Yah. There was a riot und a firebomb hit a policeman. Daniel saved his life. He is very brave." After four years, she's still so proud of her husband that she's positively glowing as she retells the story.

"Brave is the German word for stupid." Daniel is always a little embarrassed at Sabine's attitude to his heroics.

"Nein." Sabine throws Daniel a mock-angry glance. She still has the whole table's attention so she continues her tale. "He was very shy. He would only take me for coffee. But when he burned his hands being brave-"

"Stupid." Daniel tries to interrupt again.

"Brave! He could not look after himself so I looked after him und he stopped being shy."

"I had to. Sabine is as assertive as a Panzer division."

"Und this you like." 

"I never said I didn't. May I?" Daniel asks if he may take over the story awhile.

"Yah." Sabine sips her wine and yields the floor to Daniel.

"I had both hands in bandages for eight weeks. I couldn't dress myself, bathe myself, couldn't even go to the loo without help. I was at her mercy. Luckily for me, Sabine thought my shyness was cute."

"Und I knew you wanted me because you had pictures of girl's who looked like me under your bed." Sabine teases.

"There's no German translation for TMI." Daniel sighs." Anyway, when she had me at her mercy, she tormented me ruthlessly until I begged."

"Yah. He begged und we became lovers." Sabine is enjoying this.

"And she still hasn't realized that it was all part of my very subtle seduction technique." Daniel smiles across the table at Sabine. "Anyway, Sabine looked after me until the bandages came off then decided she'd had enough of me and got herself a girlfriend."

"Nein!" Sabine is incensed by his blatant falsehood. "I have not had enough of you. Karen is for both of us."

"Karen's Sabine's girlfriend." Daniel goes on. "They met on a modelling assignment in Manchester. Sabine was only away two nights and couldn't stay faithful." Daniel is living dangerously.

"You do not have eine fotze." Sabine reminds him. 

"So Sabine not only seduced this girl, who'd never had a lesbian thought in her life, but then stopped halfway through and refused to let her come unless she phoned me."

"Really?" B asks Sabine.

"Yah. I would not cheat on Daniel but if he is listening, I think it is not cheating."

"So I got a phone call at one in the morning from a girl I've never met, telling me what Sabine's tongue is up to."

"And Sabine brought her home?" B asks.

"Not right away. I had to wait until my birthday."

"Yah. Und it was a good birthday present." Sabine takes up the story again. "Daniel had never had two girls at once und Karen had never had a man like Daniel."

"A man like Daniel?" Helen wonders what she means by that.

"Daniel is sehr grosse... Very big." Sabine's hand gestures make her meaning clear. B and Helen look at each other meaningfully, across Daniel. 

"These things are relative." He points out; aware he is in the presence of greatness... Eric's greatness.

"Yah. But Daniel is a very good lover and this is not relative."

"Do you still have a girlfriend?" B is curious as to just how bi Sabine is because she's really rather gorgeous and B is already wondering if this couple are going to be...

"Yah. Karen is still our freundin."

"Eric?" Daniel feels a change of subject coming on. He doesn't want his entire private life on the table this evening. "I've shown you mine. How's about you show me yours. How did you three hook up? All I could find out for myself was that you all met at Harvard."

"Off the record?" Eric is well aware that Daniel is still a reporter and there are reasons that Eric's biography is deliberately vague on certain points.

"Absolutely." Daniel crosses his heart. It's not that he wouldn't use the info, but The Times isn't a scandal sheet and, professionally, Daniel is more interested in the new gallery.

"Ok. I was a blameless and innocent young scholar until these two harlots seduced and corrupted me. Ouch!" Eric grimaces as someone's toe intersects with his shin. "That is to say, until my angels found me and the scales fell from my eyes, revealing a world of possibilities I had been blind to for so long." He grimaced again. "What?" He looks directly at B who does indeed look angelically innocent. 

"Shall I tell the story? You seem to have forgotten the facts." She is sweetness itself. How can he refuse? Irrelevant: He doesn't even consider trying.

"Sure, if it means you'll stop kicking me." He isn't mad at her. They were only taps. 

"Helen and I were roommates and lovers since freshman year. We had an open relationship though: we both had other people to sleep with."

"We fucked pretty much everyone." Helen boasts.

"Pretty much." B confirms. "Except guys who had girlfriends -- That was the only golden rule because the sorority girls already hated us enough without us getting a reputation for stealing boyfriends. Anyway, we used to hang out with frat boys a lot and Eric was one of our favourites. He's got such a monster penis and Helen and I are pretty extreme. 

So we partied with him quite a bit, until he hooked up with a sorority chick and that golden rule made us just friends again: no benefits."

"Which was fine because there were lots of frat boys to play with." Helen adds.

"Then Mr Kruppa senior passed away quite suddenly, making Eric very rich. We helped him celebrate his good fortune and the party's still going."

"I have no head for business." Eric says. "So Helen's father runs it all for me and I concentrate on spending the money creatively, if not wisely. Hence the galleries: B wanted to have the most famous vagina in the world. I think that's probably the case by now. If not, it will be, once her book is published."

"Your book?" Daniel turns to B. Eric had mentioned a book this morning and now the subject's come up again, he's professionally eager to hear about it.

"Nudity In Art And Life." She tells him the working title. "A study of the hypocrisy of nudity. Why is it ok to stand fully clothed and look at a painting of a nude woman but not to stand naked in the same gallery looking..."

Eric's heard it all already. He turns his attention to Sabine: an easy thing to do -- she's gorgeous.

* * * * *

"You see, Sabine, as I was telling Daniel this afternoon, I'm expanding the remit of my galleries. B keeps finding other artists whose work is too sexual to display in the mainstream galleries. I want to provide a space for them."

"So. You think London is a good place for this?"

"It's the only European capital that's English speaking. I don't want to have to hire a new legal team just to do the paperwork. You think it won't work here?"

"The English are shy I think. Daniel was very English when I met him und very shy." She glances across the table at her husband, currently trying to face two directions at once because B and Helen have him sandwiched between them. Sabine can understand his dilemma: they are beautiful and flirty. She's already anticipating some very vigorous sex when she gets him home. 

"Well, he's not so shy anymore." Eric glances across the table too. From his seat, he can see Helen's breast exposed by the very low cut of her dress. He surmises that Daniel has an even better view of that erect nipple.

"He is not shy." Sabine agrees, looking over to Daniel again. 

The open affection in her smile when she looks at her husband isn't lost on Eric. She doesn't seem possessive though. A lot of women would be trying to be in two places at once right now, threatened by their spouse's attention to B and Helen. 

"Actually, the idea of giving space to other artists started with the exhibition you saw in New York." Eric gets the conversation back on track. "Originally, the gallery was only really a way for those two to flaunt themselves, until Kelsey approached me about modelling."

"A different girl is a different artist?" Sabine doesn't see that. 

"My models are very much a part of the creative process. I just point the camera and record their antics. Besides, half the time one of them is holding the camera anyway." Eric explains his collaborative approach.




London Calling



"Do you photograph many models?" Sabine asks. She's been wondering how to get onto the subject.

"Not many. There aren't many girls interested in being so exposed, so graphically. Most of the people who contact us are unsuitable or have unrealistic expectations. There's those two, of course, Kelsey, Mary, the coloured girl in some of my work. She and Pierre -- remember the black penis in Innocence Lost? That's Pierre -- Mary and he manage my villa in Antigua for me and join in the fun when we're out there. That's basically it. A few other one --offs but mainly just those four."

"There is an older woman in some pictures." Sabine has been perusing that catalogue a lot since Sunday.

"That's Meg, Helen's mother." Eric wonders if that'll shock Sabine.

"So. She was with B I think."

"I've had Helen's Dad too." B has been listening with one ear and never passes up a chance to boast of her conquests.

"Fucking B is a family business." Helen quips, making no mention of her own, private relationship with her parents.

"I had sex with my girlfriend's father too." Sabine looks intrigued, not shocked.

"You did?" Daniel is taken by surprise. He hasn't heard about this. Karen's Dad? Surely not.

"Yah, Leibling. In Dusseldorf. When I helped Kelli make her video." Sabine explains enough for Daniel. She continues for everyone else. "I made a video with my flatmate because she wanted to be a porn star und needed a demonstration tape. Her father saw it and I think he wanted his daughter. I fucked him instead und did not mind that he called me Kelli. He was a good man. I enjoyed him." Sabine has always been quite shameless. If all this is news to Daniel, it's only because he's never asked about her previous lovers, having that English view that one should never pry into a lady's past too closely.

"Go sister!" B reaches across the table, coming dangerously close to falling out of her dress as she stretches to high five Sabine. It takes Sabine a moment to translate internally then she reaches to meet B's palm with hers. She likes that she and B are alike in this.

"I think I would like to be photographed by you." Sabine suddenly says to Eric. There! She's said it. Her voice has carried further than she planned. Daniel, B and Helen are all watching Eric, waiting to hear what he'll say.

"A lot of people think that at first." Eric prepares to brush her off gently. "Daniel said you've worked as a fashion model. Nude work isn't the same. My work really isn't the same."

"I have modelled nude." Sabine sounds defiant, daring him to say no. "I have made a porn film with Kelli und I have modelled for pictures like yours." She doesn't mention that she's only done that for Daniel.

"Like mine?" Eric asks.

"We enjoyed your exhibition so much..." Daniel joins the negotiations. He rummages in his bag, by his feet, for his ubiquitous laptop. "Leibchen?" He looks to her to give him permission.

"Yah. Show Herr Kruppa my pictures." Sabine looks nervous. To be fair, Sabine is not nervous about the pictures being seen, but about Eric's reaction. She really, really wants him to want to photograph her.

Daniel opens the computer and finds the folder with Sabine's porno portfolio in it. There is a scraping of chairs as B and Helen get up and move around behind Eric and Sabine. They want to see the pictures too and their position makes an effective privacy screen in this still busy restaurant. Daniel puts the laptop in front of Eric with a slideshow running. He can't think of anything to say. Instead, he moves seats to be next to Sabine, finds her hand and holds it.

Sabine squeezes his fingers but doesn't look round. Her eyes are on Eric, trying to gauge his reaction.

"Oh wow!" Helen is the first to comment, at a picture of Sabine's spread labia and an arcing, twinkling jet of urine. She puts a hand gently on Sabine's bare shoulder and squeezes. Helen is already imagining the fun she could have with their new pals.

"Und this is Daniel's pee." Sabine quietly explains the next photograph, still a close up of her vagina, this time with sparkling liquid splashing off her labia and clitoris. 

Daniel finds himself reddening. Sabine notices and squeezes his fingers again. 

B notices too and bends between them to whisper in his ear, just loud enough for Sabine to hear too. "Would you like to try that with me?"

"I..." Daniel isn't sure how to answer that. He knows what he wants to say, but...

"Yah." Sabine finds the words for him. "I think he will like to do this with you." She holds eye contact with B long enough to make it clear that she's including herself in any plans involving Daniel and B.

"That's good." Eric is referring to the next picture in the slideshow. Sabine is being fisted. The hand inside her is female, judging from the slimness of the wrist that her labia are cinched around.

"Yah?" Sabine is pleased that Eric's first comment is so positive. 

In the next image Sabine's anus is clearly visible above her fister's forearm and her buttocks are producing a perfect cupid-bow curve at the top of the screen. Her anus is slightly open.

"That's good muscle control." Helen is referring to the open ass. It's not something every girl can manage, or has even tried. Helen can do it though and has found it popular with her paying customers.

"Und that is Karen." Sabine introduces her lover as an image appears of the same slightly open anus being probed with a tongue that's extending from very glossy lips and perfect, porcelain white teeth. It's in such close-up detail that the rest of Karen's face is out of shot.

"And that is so sexy." Helen touches Sabine's neck. Sabine leans back against Helen's body, the back of her head resting just below Helen's bosom.

"Let's continue this later." Eric closes the lid of the laptop.

"Meany!" Helen pouts.

"You do not like my pictures?" Sabine, usually uber-confident, isn't sure why Eric has stopped the slideshow.

"I love them. But these two-" He gestures at his two courtesans. "Are about two breaths away from doing something inappropriate in a restaurant."

"True." B nods.

"So what?" Helen asks, rhetorically.

"So I think we should look at them back at the hotel...after dinner."

"Yah. This will be good." Sabine likes the idea.

"Daniel?" B bends to his ear again, her cheek touching his hair, hands on his shoulders. "Would you like to take some pictures of Sabine and me?"

"Hey!" Helen pipes up. "Don't you dare leave me out!" She moves around, past B to take the vacant seat next to Daniel, putting her hand high on his thigh and sliding it up to touch the bulge in his pants. "You wouldn't leave me out, would you, Sweetheart?"

"No." Daniel is acutely aware of her hand. Sabine is too.

"So. I think it does not matter if Herr Kruppa does not take my picture. Daniel will take lots of pictures of three girls instead. Yah?" Sabine puts her hand on top of Helen's, over the bulge of Daniel's cock. She's willing to share.

"Herr Kruppa. I like that. It shows respect..." Eric muses out loud. "I get precious little of that from these two."

"Actually." B corrects him while bending to kiss him briefly. "You get none at all. We only keep you around because you have a big penis." She takes the last seat at the table.

"And Sabine?" Eric ignores B's preposterous claim.

"Yah?"

"I'd be delighted to photograph you... As long as you and Daniel understand..."

"I think you will fuck me too. Yah?" Sabine understands perfectly well that Eric doesn't just photograph nude women but their most intimate and erotic moments. She and Daniel discussed this while she was dressing for dinner and he got hard at the suggestion of Sabine being intimate with Eric, B and Helen. Maybe he was just anticipating a little quid pro quo, but that doesn't matter.

"Eric?" Daniel still has two hands on his crotch. "Sabine's seen your... qualifications... in your catalogue. If I got between her and that, I'd never be forgiven. Just one bit of advice: Don't be gentle with her. Sabine's really not into gentle." Daniel is actually curious to see if Sabine can take all of Eric. He too has seen the pictures of Eric's massive penis. He's never got Sabine to cry uncle, no matter how hard he's tried. Maybe Eric will finally find Sabine's limit. Or maybe not. Either way, Daniel wants to see him try: preferably from a vantage point that involves at least one of Eric's courtesans.

"Oh goodie!" B claps her hands in delight. "We're gonna have us an orgy."

"Yah." Sabine agrees. 

Nobody demurs.

* * * * *

"Daniel? Would you unzip me please?" B turns her back to him as soon as they're safely inside Eric's suite. Bemused, Daniel pulls her zipper down to the bottom -- her bottom. "Thank you." She slips out of the figure-hugging dress that turns out to be her only garment, and bends from the hips to retrieve it from the floor. 

Daniel's eyes don't leave her ass throughout the exercise until she turns around and he finds himself caught looking at the smooth-shaved, neat fissure that is the front of her labia.

"Start as you mean to go on." B says, not just to Daniel, pleased with his overt scrutiny because it means he's not going to be shy at all.

Helen doesn't need help. Her dress has been threatening to fall off all evening. With a shrug, she lets it. She does have underwear but it's the smallest thong either Sabine or Daniel have ever seen and what little it does cover is still discernable through the gossamer fabric. Hooking her index fingers and thumbs into the elastic, Helen slides the thong down her long legs, rising on tiptoe to take it past her heels and placing her hands palms down on the carpet. Slowly, she lifts her feet out of the heap of fabric that her dress has become, out of the elastic of her thong, up until she is straight legged and straight backed in a perfect - perfectly naked - handstand. It's her party trick and, yes; she does always get naked at parties. 

"The girls like to show off." Eric walks through to the main room of the suite. He's used to his courtesans' antics. Helen and B are adept at getting people naked without trauma so he leaves them to it and goes to get his camera.

Daniel is transfixed though, as Helen lowers her feet and stands up again, holding her crumpled dress. 

Sabine feels hands on her shoulders again and turns at their pressure to meet B's smile. Without preamble, B leans in to kiss her, lips parting as soon as Sabine responds, tongue darting into Sabine's mouth. B's hands work with expert speed to raise the hem of Sabine's mini dress and slide a finger under the back of her thong, following it down to her ass hole. Sabine's only reaction is to kiss B all the more passionately. A finger on her ring is like a ring on her finger: sure to result in things getting very sexy very quickly.

Daniel may be a little surprised at the speed with which B has got intimate with his wife, but he doesn't have time to think about it because Helen is unfastening his pants. 

If there's one thing Daniel's used to it's being undressed by a girl. He had eight weeks of it forced on him when he burnt his hands and Sabine has continued the custom whenever possible since then. He let's Helen strip him down to his skin while he watches B undress Sabine without once stopping kissing her. He is mightily hard, his cock standing proud and curving gently upwards. Helen runs a fingernail along the underside of it from the tip to his balls, then she cradles those in her hand as if weighing them.

"Can you pee with it this hard?" Her voice is sweetly at odds with the intent of her question.

"It's not easy, but, yes." His cock twitches as he thinks about where this is going. Golden showers were one of the first perversions Sabine introduced him to and it's a regular event in their lives. 

"He is good for douching." Sabine, arm around B's waist, joins them, putting her free arm around Helen and drawing her close enough to kiss.

"Douching?" Helen asks as their lips part.

"Yah. Anal douching." Sabine has managed the impossible: she's surprised Helen. 

"This we have to try!" Helen's has a urine enema before, of course. She's had everything possible up her ass during her career as a whore. Nobody pays $5000 a night for vanilla. But right now she's not admitting to being a perversion professional and it has been a while. 

"Hey! Back off, Bitch." B says jovially. "I'm first in the queue. I made the offer in the restaurant. Didn't I, Daniel?" She slips from Sabine's arm and moves close to Daniel, pressing herself to him and surreptitiously slipping a hand behind him to touch his ass the way she's touched Sabine's. Her visible hand has possession of his cock.

"You did." Daniel confirms. He knows he can have both of them: will have all three of them before this night's over but, if he had to choose between B and Helen, he'd have to choose B. She's just too gorgeous to refuse. He has no problem with agreeing she should be first.

"Und I think I will be first. I have had a lot of wine." Sabine is actually bursting. She had been about to excuse herself in the restaurant when the laptop came out. Since, she's been crossing her legs, sometimes literally. 

"The bathroom's this way." Helen takes her hand and leads the way.

"Eric?" B shouts. "You're about to miss the fun." She still has a handful of Daniel's cock.

"No I'm not." Eric reappears wearing a camera. 

Daniel is not the sort of guy to look at another man's penis but he can't believe what he's seeing. "Your pictures don't do you justice." He says, reappraising the odds of Sabine finally being unable to take what's offered. It nearly reaches his knees and it isn't even fully erect but it already looks like he modelled for those oversized dildos in Soho's seedier shops. 

"Thanks." Eric grins. He has the confidence of a man who's never been laughed at in the locker room.

"You like boys too?" B teases Daniel.

"NO!" He's quick to defend his heterosexuality.

"Relax, Daniel." Eric pats his shoulder in passing. "Me neither."

"Except once." B stage whispers.

"That was a bet." Eric reminds her as he heads towards the bathroom.

"Shall we go watch the warm-up act?" B asks, walking backwards, dragging Daniel by that oh-so-handy handle.

"Sure.... What did you mean ' except once'?" Latent homophobia is taking the edge off his excitement.

"Helen and I are in the same college fraternity as Eric. Because we both have a thing for innocent boys, we won't let any virgin take the pledge. Last year, as part of the frat's equal opportunities policy, we had two gay pledges. Since they didn't want either Helen or me, we bet Eric he wouldn't let them suck him off. 

For the honour of Phi Kappa Delta, he took the bet... and won." While B explains, they reach the bathroom. Five people are a crowd in a room this small, but they're all friends.

"How much was the bet?" Daniel asks Eric, whose heard the tail end of the conversation.

"A dollar."

"Each." B points out, like this makes a difference to a multimillionaire.

"Did you take photos?" Daniel has forgotten his homophobic initial reaction and graduated to curiosity. How confident must Eric be about his own sexuality?

"Of course. These two wouldn't have paid up without proof. There are a couple I may even exhibit. Ready?" He turns back to Helen and Sabine. 

Helen is lying on the floor of the wetroom, propped on her elbows with her face turned up while Sabine is semi-squatting and holding onto a towel rail for balance. From Eric's vantage point, kneeling between Helen's legs, he can see Sabine's puss only inches from Helen's mouth and her pink, puckered anus is right in the centre of his viewfinder.

"Yah."

"Ready." Helen says, and then opens her mouth wide, presenting an easy target.

Without warning, Sabine's bladder cuts loose, filling Helen's mouth to overflowing in seconds while Eric's camera clicks wildly. The first gush becomes a steady stream, cascading over Helen's face. Still the camera clicks. When the flow becomes a trickle, Helen gulps, swallows and lifts herself a fraction higher, sticking her tongue out to catch the last few drops. As Sabine stops peeing, Helen laps at her pussy, then relaxes back onto her elbows.

"That is better." Sabine is glad to be rid of the pressure in her abdomen.

"That's great." Eric agrees. He got some good shots and knows it. "Now if you move just a fraction closer to the wall. That's good. Helen, can you get those last couple of drops off her ass?"

Helen raises her face again, poking her tongue out as far as possible to touch and remove the two drops of urine clinging to Sabine's anus. She doesn't stop at those drops, making a thorough job of licking her new fuck-buddy's pink sphincter. 

Eric's camera captures it all and, as he stands back up, its clear he liked what he saw on a personal level as well as a professional one. His cock is now fully hard. Still not sticking straight out, Daniel notices, because it's just too heavy for that.

"Gott in Himmel!" Sabine didn't get a proper look at Eric when he came into the bathroom, because she was already facing the wall. Now as she straightens up and turns to face everyone, she sees his penis for the first time.

Helen makes introductions while still sitting in a pool of warm pee. "Sabine, meet Moby. Moby, meet Sabine."

"Moby? This is Eric's penis? Yah?"

"Yes. Moby Dick. Great, white and big as a whale's" B lets go of Daniel and kneels down to kiss Helen. "You've got pee on your chin." She says between kisses.

"I've got pee pretty much everywhere." Helen is soaking. "She wasn't kidding when she said she needed to go." 

"Und I will clean you up. It is my mess I think." Sabine offers, not without an ulterior motive. 

"Help me up then. The floor's slippery." Helen stretches a hand out to each of them and allows herself to be hauled upright. She looks dishevelled but very pleased with herself. B turns on the shower jets. One of the great advantages of wet rooms is that nobody has to mop the floor after a golden shower.

"Daniel?" Helen asks as B and Sabine start to work shower gel all over her body. "Would you like us to lube B up? Or would you prefer to do the honours yourself?"

"I think you should." Daniel is stroking his hard-on slowly.

"Yah. Daniel is lazy und thinks foreplay is women's work." Sabine accuses her husband of misogyny without any cause or evidence. He responds in like manner.

"Leibchen, take a look at Eric and remember that lube is a privilege, not a right." He reckons it's actually neither: it's an absolute fucking necessity. He's already wondering if he'll ever touch the sides in his wife's pussy again after Eric has had his wicked way with her.

"I think I will be wet enough." Sabine looks hungrily at Eric's cock. It definitely won't be comfortable, but so what? She can feel her juices churning inside her at the prospect of being impaled on Moby and fucked into a coma. She carries on washing Helen under the torrent of the shower. She pays special attention to Helen's bottom because Daniel is watching her every move and she knows how much he likes anything anal. He always adores watching her play with Karen's ass.

"Well I think Daniel should do his own foreplay." B feels that since it's her ass on offer, she has some say in who does what. 

"She just wants us on cleanup duty." Helen confides to Sabine.

"So. Daniel can do that too I think." Sabine offers.

"Really?" B and Helen say in unison.

"Yah. Daniel is very domestic."

"Now that'll be a photo opportunity." Eric has been quiet for a while, apart from the occasional click of his camera, but he likes what Sabine appears to be suggesting. "You up for it, Danny?"

"Sure." Daniel is fine with the idea. He's done as much for Sabine and Karen often enough. Licking B clean after having her was always part of his plan anyway. 




London Calling



"So let's go find us a bed." B moves out of the wet end of the bathroom and wraps herself in a towel.

"Sabine?" Daniel gets his wife's attention.

"Yah." She and Daniel discussed the possibilities before they came out tonight. She knows what he's asking. She looks at Eric. "Daniel does not want to miss watching you and me."

"Nobody wants to miss that." Helen points out. "Right B?"

"Damned right. And that puts you on camera duty." B says to Helen. "Sabine. Hurry up and rinse off. These boys are ready and we don't want them starting without us, do we?"

"I think I will like to see that." Sabine jokes but she's not serious. And she does hurry up.

* * * * *

In the master bedroom, Sabine drops to her knees and takes Moby between her lips, sliding as much of Eric's huge cock into her mouth as she can manage. She's good at this but can still only accommodate less than half of him. 

Eric snaps some pictures of her as she looks up at him, lips circling his cock. He quietly asks her to work on just the tip, getting some good close-ups of her teeth pressing gently into the shiny, swollen head and the tip of Sabine's tongue probing the tip of his cock, tasting his pre-cum. 

On the bed, B gets on her knees for Daniel, sticking her pert ass in the air and hugging a pillow as his tongue goes straight to her ass hole. She'd like to be fucked properly but she's promised him her ass and she never breaks those kinds of promises. Anyway, she knows that if Daniel hasn't got the stamina to fuck her again after he's had Helen, then there's always Moby. She's sure Sabine won't be able to cope with Eric more than once: Not the first time.

Daniel can see his wife sucking Eric and is surprised how ok he is with the sight. The only other time he's seen her with a cock that wasn't attached to him was when Karen wore a strap-on so they could double dip Sabine. That doesn't really count though. He's even more delighted when Helen appears with a camcorder on a tripod. He knows Sabine will want to keep a record of this night.

"Daniel..." B is impatient to feel him inside her. His tongue feels great but she wants cock and she wants it now. 

Daniel moves close behind her, holding his penis steady as he presses the tip to her moist rosy sphincter. "Ready?"

"Silly question." Helen is right behind him. She slaps his ass hard, taking him by surprise. He jerks forward and buries several inches of his cock in B's rectum.

"Shhh..." B takes a sharp intake of breath through her teeth. That took her a little by surprise too. "Thanks, Helen." She manages.

"What are friends for?" Helen pats Daniel's backside. "Do you need a little encouragement, Daniel?" her finger tickles his own ass hole. It makes his hips buck, pushing him further into B. "I guess not." Helen leaves them to it and turns her attention to Sabine, still on her knees in front of Eric.

"Don't hold back." B husks. Daniel is thrusting gently, slowly into her but she's used to Eric and can take so much more than she's getting. It still feels good. In fact, it feels terrific, but she's not in the mood for slow. She wants to feel properly ravished.

Daniel responds to her encouragement, picking up the pace. He is well accustomed to being forceful. Sabine demands a lot of him usually. He only started gently because he's unsure what B likes best. He keeps upping his game until he's hammering into her with as much speed and power as he's ever managed. B doesn't complain. She's loving it.

"Oh Jesus that feels good...Yes...Danny... Yes... Harder..." B gets vocal, urging Daniel on as Sabine clambers onto the bed with them.

"So. You are having fun now, yah?" Sabine watches her husband's cock sliding quickly in and out of B's tight ass. It looks good but she knows what will get Daniel even more excited. She rests her cheek right on the dimples at the base of B's spine and opens her mouth wide.

Daniel knows this game. He's played it with Sabine and Karen. He pulls right out of B and thrusts his slick cock into Sabine's mouth, moaning with lust as he feels her tongue curl around his glans. Almost at once, he pulls back and thrusts back into B. He doesn't want to come in Sabine's mouth tonight. He can do that any time. 

Eric is right behind Sabine, his hands on her hips as Helen reaches for Moby, rubbing the massive head of Eric's cock between Sabine's sticky labia. As soon as Helen has him in the right spot, Eric presses into Sabine.

"Yahhh!" Sabine gasps as she is stretched wide. Eric keeps pushing into her until he is pressed against her cervix. "Fich Mich." Sabine clings to B's thigh for support, her cheek still resting on the girl's ass, inches from Daniel's rapid thrusting.

Eric eases back then pushes forward again, making Sabine gasp as he collides with her cervix. He remembers Daniel's advice to not be gentle. Eric is so used to having to be gentle that this will be a rare treat. He wonders just how much he can let himself go. There is an easy way to find out. He starts to fuck Sabine in earnest, gripping her hips and ignoring her moans as he trusts hard and fast into her. 

Helen has Eric's camera now and is moving around the bed snapping pictures of the two couples from every angle. She is especially keen to capture the look of sheer ecstasy on Sabine's face as she is ravished.

B is close to coming, her fingers are a frantic blur over her clit as Daniel pumps in and out of her rectum. He's good at this, very good. Most guys take much more encouragement to really let themselves go but Daniel is masterful. She wants to come first because she knows how much guys like the feeling of all her muscles contracting in climactic spasms. She rubs harder at her clit as her orgasm starts, squealing as the sensations build rapidly to the point of no return. She stops thinking then, just revelling in the ecstasy and oblivion of her orgasm as her ass clenches tighter around Daniel and her empty pussy throbs and twitches. Only her fingers are still acting volitionally, strumming her clit harder and faster as she struggles to hold on to her climax a few seconds longer.

Daniel doesn't have the will power to hold onto his load through B's orgasm. The fist-like grip of her rectum milks his balls dry as he buries himself in her ass and comes deep inside her with a howl of primeval lust. 

Helen was ready for it. She gets the perfect shot of Daniel's face, eyes shut tight, head back, teeth clenched, neck muscles tight, as he ejaculates. 

Eric can see it all but Sabine's eyes are shut tight as she hangs onto B and to her sanity while Eric's majestic cock seems to be tearing her in two. She's close to her first orgasm too.

As Daniel's cock stops twitching inside her, B relaxes, catching her breath and enjoying the post-orgasmic fugue and warmth. She eases forward slightly, a signal for Daniel to pull gently out of her. His legs are trembling and he has to flop down on the bed or fall over. B just rolls onto her side, foetal and content.

Sabine is having trouble supporting herself under the onslaught of Eric's fucking so Daniel shuffles closer, cradling his wife's head in his lap. He knows by the noises she's making that she's on the brink of a major orgasm. He watches her, not Eric, as the first ripples of release give way to the orgasmic tsunami he's anticipating.

Sabine wails like a banshee as her whole body convulses around Eric. It's more than she can endure and, not for the first time, she passes out, falling silent in Daniel's lap.

"This happens." Daniel sees Eric's look of concern. "She'll be fine in a minute... Just carry on. That's what I usually do."

"You sure?" Eric certainly isn't sure he wants to carry on fucking an unconscious woman.

"She'll never forgive you if she wakes up and finds you gone."

"Ok." Eric can feel Sabine's pussy still twitching around his cock. He starts moving inside her again, but more slowly than he had been.

"Mmm." Sabine slowly regains consciousness. "Tun Sie das zu mir wieder."

"She wants you to do that to her again." Daniel translates. Sabine is in no fit state to be bilingual.

"I'll try." Eric takes her invitation at face value, gripping her hips and pushing hard into her again. It's a new experience for him, not having to hold back. He thrusts with all his strength into Sabine's tenderised pussy, ignoring the moans and whimpers his onslaught elicits.

Sabine is delirious with the pleasure of being so thoroughly mastered. She's never had anyone stretch her this much, fuck her this hard. When she comes down from this high, there will be consequences: She probably won't be comfortable for a week. This is not a concern right now. All she knows is the ecstasy of complete domination and all she wants is for it to never stop.

"Daniel doesn't know what's going on in Sabine's head but he can see what's going on in her pussy and he can read her reactions well enough to know how much Sabine is enjoying this. His own cock starts to harden again as he watches his wife writhe in his lap, incoherent with pleasure. 

"Don't you dare." Helen notices Daniel's cock as he tries to guide it toward Sabine's mouth. "That one's mine." Helen figures she's been very patient, letting everyone else have their fun while she's been busy with the camera, but fair's fair.

"Yah." Sabine surprises everyone with a contribution to the conversation. "Bumsen Sie sie."

"Bumsen?" Helen glances at Daniel. "Does that mean what it sounds like?"

"She just means I should fuck you."

"Oh, right.... Good idea." Helen is in favour of anything that involves her body and Daniel's cock at this moment.

"Daniel." B is caressing Sabine's taut buttocks, stroking her fingers over the tight ring of Sabine's ass hole while Eric pounds her pussy. "I'll look after Sabine for you." 

"If you're sure." Daniel is talking to B but Sabine answers him

"Yah Leibling... I think you...must..." Sabine starts to climax again. Her body convulses around Eric as she howls in her own private world of delirium. 

The contractions of her vagina are the final straw for Eric too. With a growl that would scare Canadians, he makes one final, mighty thrust and sluices Sabine's cervix with boiling seed. "Yesss..." He hisses through clenched teeth as he lets a second then a third salvo of semen loose. The blood rushes from his head and he feels momentarily dizzy but manages to stay upright and to hold Sabine up as she shakes with the power of her own climax. 

"Whooo Wee!" B exclaims, her fingers still massaging Sabine's ass. "Don't ever do that in San Francisco. You'll start a panic." 

"C'mon. Lover Boy." Helen has run out of patience. She grabs Daniel's cock and drags him from under his wife. He has no choice but to move.

"Don't worry." B tells him, noting the look of concern on his face as he glances down at Sabine, unconscious again. It doesn't normally happen every time. "I'll take good care of her." B is easing Sabine down onto her side, cradling the exhausted, ravaged girl in her lap while Eric flops down beside them almost equally exhausted.

"Ok." Daniel knows he can trust his most precious possession with their new pals. He allows himself to be dragged to his feet by Helen. "Where are we going?" He'd be happy to fuck her right here.

"The bathroom." Helen tells him, still leading him by his cock. "You have a promise to keep."

"Promise?" He's forgotten. "Oh..." He remembers. "It wasn't actually a promise..." Sabine had volunteered him. He doesn't recall saying anything about it himself.

"Lover Boy." They're alone now. Helen lets go of him to close the bathroom door. "Let me give you the heads up." She drops to her knees, closing her mouth around the shiny end of Daniel's cock and deep-throating him without the slightest hesitation or preamble. Then she lets him slip out of her mouth and stands up again, grinning mischievously. "Wanted: Daniel's Dick. Last seen up my girlfriend's ass." She flows up against him and kisses him tenderly but passionately. "D'you want to know the difference between B and me?"

"Sure, I guess." Daniel is bemused. It hasn't escaped his notice that she didn't care where his cock had been before she sucked it. 

"B's kinky but I'm down-right perverse. Whatever you want to do, I'm up for. That's a promise." Helen isn't joking. B is always pushing her own boundaries but Helen hasn't even got boundaries. 

"Anything?" Daniel finds that hard to believe. 

"Anything." Helen kisses him again, reaching around to probe his ass with her finger, just as far as the first knuckle. As their lips separate she says "But first, you promised me a douching." She's not going to let that go.

"I... I don't think I can." He really doesn't feel the need to pee right now, much as he wants to earn a little kinky-cred with these girls.

"Well you can try." Helen pushes her finger further into his ass, probing for his prostate.

"Yes." Daniel agrees. He'll agree to pretty much anything when he's got a finger up there. "We can try."

"Good boy." Helen releases him and turns round, bending over and resting her hands on the edge of the tub. "But lick me first." Helen clenches and unclenches her ass to make her sphincter wink at him. She has superb muscle control and knows how enticing the sight of a self-opening asshole can be. 

Daniel drops to his knees and doesn't disappoint her. His tongue goes straight to her tight anus, tickling and probing. His fingers make contact with her labia, peeling them wide and probing inside her pussy. He has four fingers inside her in seconds and is using them like a speculum to hold her open. 

"Do that to my ass too." Helen suggests. She's used to Eric's cock so a few fingers is no problem for her and she's sure Daniel will enjoy getting even more kinky.

"What's the kinkiest thing you've ever done?" Daniel is curious just how much of Helen's perversity is just bragging. He takes one hand away from her pussy and eases those slippery fingers past her anus. She's really relaxed about it.

"Two isn't enough." She wants all his fingers. Four in each hole is an acceptable minimum. If he tries to fist her, she won't complain. "Belgian Chocolates."

"Chocolates?" Daniel's confused by the change of subject. He works an extra finger into each of Helen's orifices.

"The kinkiest thing I've ever done? Belgian Chocolates."

"That makes absolutely no sense whatsoever." Daniel has all eight fingers in now. He figures that's the limit.

"If you get your whole hand in, I'll tell you." Helen wants to be fisted. Probably, only her pussy will take a whole hand, but that'll do. She can take both of B's hands but they're smaller. She feels Daniel's knuckles distending her vulva as he presses his hand deeper into her, thumb tucked into his palm. "That's nice." She squirms, waiting for the pressure to ease. When it happens, it happens quite suddenly. Her flesh contracts again as his hand slides deep into her until her lips are almost around his wrist. Jeez! That feels good." She can feel his fingers moving inside her as he twists his hand gently.

"So tell me about the chocolates." Daniel is pressing his other hand forward now, curious how far he can stretch her ass before she stops him.

"Mr. Deerborne. I was in college with his daughter... He likes to buy me the most expensive chocolates he can find. He pushes them up my ass then takes me out to dinner while they melt inside me. For dessert, he has me squat over his mouth and-"

"I get the picture." Daniel is more than a little grossed out by the mental image she's painting for him.

"But you haven't heard the kinkiest bit. He insists on calling me Christabelle the whole time. That's his daughter's name."

"That's not kinky... It's just sick." Daniel's hands stop moving. He really is grossed out now.

"Don't be judgmental. You have your hand up my ass. How many people would call that sick?"

"True." And Daniel has to admit he's enjoying himself tonight.

"And my girlfriend has a rectum full of your semen." Helen continues to catalogue Daniel's sins.

"Ok. You've made your point." He's feeling a little defensive now. "Sorry I judged you."

"And you got hard watching your wife piss in my mouth." Helen isn't finished yet.

"And I'm hard now." Daniel tries to change the subject.

"So why are you wasting time being judgmental?" Helen asks. It's a very pertinent question.

For answer, Daniel eases his fingers out of her ass, watching it slowly close up. Next, he eases his hand out of her pussy, which makes an obscenely sexy slurping sound as he slips it out. "I'm too tall for this." Daniel stands behind her and his cock is several inches higher than Helen's ass.

"So stand with your feet apart." Helen suggests, moving her own feet close together to get the maximum elevation out of her legs. With her legs together and Daniel's apart, they line up perfectly and she feel's Daniel's glans pressing against her sphincter. It slides easily in after the much larger intrusion of his hand. "Now try real hard." She holds still, enjoying the feeling of his cock all the way up her rectum, his hairy balls ticking her sticky lips and his thighs warm and firm against hers.

"Ok." Daniel concentrates, working his abdominal muscles to put pressure on his bladder. He surprises himself when he finally starts to urinate because his bladder is more full than he expected. The stinging sensation of peeing with an erection is not unpleasant and anyway, he's used to it, living with Sabine. He can feel the heat of his pee as it works its way back along the length of his cock, filling Helen's ass until it's dribbling out around the base of his cock and running down both their legs. He moans with relief when the flow stops.

"See what you can do if you try?" Helen can feel the hot fluid percolating through her bowels, warming her from inside. It feels good.

Daniel starts to withdraw his still iron hard cock.

"Who said you could take it out?" Helen hasn't finished with Daniel yet. He does this to his wife. She wants to take him further than Sabine does. Helen has a compulsive need to be the most perverse person in everyone's life. "Your wife told you to fuck me." And that in itself makes this just a little bit kinkier. Helen bends further over, head nearly down to the height of her knees, to make her ass hole the highest point and to stop all that warm pee from running out of her before she's ready.

Daniel pushes himself back into her ass, noticing that it feels normal now that it's downhill all the way to her bowels. He gets with the program, gripping her hips and pumping in and out,enjoying the tight grip of Helen's rectum around his cock. It's easy for him to forget everything else and just revel in the opportunity to fuck this really hot girl. When you come right down to it, that's what tonight is all about: fucking new friends. And Helen is not just very friendly; she's a great fuck too. Daniel isn't holding anything back now. He's pounding her ass the way he usually doe's Sabine: Hard and fast. Helen is moaning and groaning in a most encouraging manner and he's not going to last long with her clenching herself around him so tightly.

"Don't waste it." Helen can feel how close he is to coming. "Let me suck you off." She knows there aren't many men who haven't fantasized about ass-to-mouth sex. It's the whole power-play thing taken to its logical extreme and Helen loves extremes. She's earned a lot of money over the last couple of years out of being the girl who'll do anything. And she saw Sabine do it to him earlier, albeit briefly so she knows Daniel won't refuse her offer.

"What?" Daniel wasn't paying attention to what she said. He's too busy trying to hold onto his load for a few more strokes. 

Helen leans forward as he pulls back, dislodging him entirely, then she straightens up, moves quickly round him and sits on the toilet, knees wide apart. "Come here." She urges as Daniel, bewildered and bemused by the sudden interruption only seconds from his climax, watches her in silence.




London Calling



On autopilot, he moves close again and watches as Helen takes his cock in her mouth. Her tongue immediately starts to work on his sensitive glans while her teeth gently apply pressure to his shaft as her head bobs to and fro making him fuck her mouth. 

Now she's upright, the impromptu enema is making it's presence felt again. She contracts her bowels, expelling Daniel's urine in a high-pressure burst that's loud enough for him to hear. It's Helen's professional experience that such obscene behaviour generally sends anally fixated men over the edge. Daniel is no different. His cock twitches wildly in her mouth and his first ejaculation covers her tonsils. Helen eases back so only the head of his cock is in her mouth and thrashes the sensitive tip with her tongue as Daniel's hips buck and his second load pools on her tongue. She lets him go then, opening her mouth wide so he can see the semen on her tongue before she swallows it. She knows how much guys like a girl who enjoys the taste of jism. Again, Daniel isn't a disappointment. His cock jerks as she swallows and a third jet of jism catches Helen right across her cheek. 

Helen decides she's been submissive enough. As Daniel sags to his knees between her thighs, she leans forward. "Lick it off." Her tone is commanding. This is her 'mistress' voice. Daniel does as he's told, lapping at the pearly liquid on her cheek. As his mouth comes close to hers, Helen kisses him, tasting his seed on his tongue. There's a lot to be said for a guy who doesn't mind the taste of his own come. 

"You're amazing." Daniel tells her as he sits back on his heels. His gaze wanders down between her thighs to her smoothly shaved -- or maybe waxed -- pussy.

"Thank you. Be a dear and turn the shower on. We both need one after that." Helen hasn't had an orgasm yet but knows it'll take Daniel a bit of time to recover enough to be useful to her. After all, he's come twice already.

"Sure." Daniel struggles to his feet, still a little shaky, and turns on the shower, using the detachable nozzle to rinse the puddle of pee off the floor and down the drain while Helen wipes herself and flushes the loo before joining him.

They wash each other very thoroughly and before they've finished with the soap and water, Daniel's cock is showing significant signs of resurrection. Helen prides herself on her ability to raise an erection. She applies her skills to Daniel, massaging his prostate again and sucking on his balls until he's rock hard. 

"Now fuck me, like your wife told you to." Helen pulls him down on top of her on the floor of the wet room, hot water still cascading over their bodies. Daniel settles himself between her thighs in the missionary position. It's surprisingly vanilla after tonight's shenanigans but he doesn't care. With a little guidance from Helen's fingers, he finds the right spot and slides easily into her pussy. She feels amazingly tight. Nobody would believe she could take a whole hand and still feel this snug. 

"Muscle control." She reads his mind. Ok, so she's seen that look of surprise before and knows what he's thinking. "Now let's see how many times you can make me come before they send a search party looking for us?" She pulls Daniel's face to hers and forestalls any reply but action. 

Daniel's tongue fences with hers as his hips start to move against her, thrusting his length into her tight pussy. She raises her knees, making herself even more accessible and taking him even deeper into her body. Daniel isn't small. If she doesn't count Eric, he's amongst the biggest guys she's had and he knows just what to do with all that meat. She relaxes to his rhythm, letting him do all the work.

It doesn't take her long to feel the first tremors of her approaching climax. She digs her nails into his buttocks to spur him on and squeals with delight as his sudden surge of pace precipitates her first orgasm of the night.

"Fuck me!... Yes!....Yessss!... Oh fuck... that's good....Oh fuck... yes!..." Helen's never quiet about her orgasms. Her first climax is barely starting to subside when a second wave lifts her and carries her back to the Land of Glands, wringing more juice from her pulsing, throbbing pussy. "Oh fuck, yes... Fuck me... harder..."

Daniel finds some small reserves of strength and speeds up, hammering into Helen's quivering, trembling body for all he's worth. 

Maybe he's too preoccupied with pleasing Helen and maybe she's just making too much noise but, either way, he doesn't hear the bathroom door opening.

As Helen starts to calm down after her orgasms, Daniel slows a little, letting her catch her breath.

"Don't you dare!" She demands, slapping his ass hard to chivvy him up.

"Yah. You can do better I think." Sabine announces her presence. She and Eric and B are all watching the couple in the shower. Eric has his camera too.

Daniel, goaded by her words, renews his efforts on Helen's behalf.

"That's it!... Fuck me like you mean it." Helen urges him on, slapping his ass again for good measure.

B catches Sabine's eye and holds up her index finger, wiggling it suggestively.

"Yah. I think he will like that." Sabine agrees.

"Come on then." B moves into the shower, stepping over Daniel's legs and kneeling on the far side of him.

Sabine kneels opposite her and together they press their fingers against his ass. As they push past the ring of his sphincter, he bucks erratically and starts to come. Helen is only moments behind him with her third orgasm, seizing around his twitching cock as he comes deep inside her. 

Eric's snapping away with his camera, completely ignored by everyone else. He doesn't mind. He's getting some great shots.

* * * * *

Back in New York...

"What're you thinking about" Helen notices that B's daydreaming.

"Last week." B opens her eyes and looks down at Helen's come covered face, between her legs.

"Sabine?" Helen makes an educated guess.

"And Daniel." B liked Daniel a lot. 

"Do you think she'll take the job?" Helen asks. After three nights of fun and photography, Eric had offered Sabine the job of managing his new gallery when it opens.

"She'll take it." B's sure Sabine will take Eric up on his offer. The only reservation she'd voiced was that the notoriety that attached to anything to do with Eric Kruppa could adversely affect Daniel's journalistic career. Daniel had said not to worry, but they'd agreed to discuss it when they were alone.

Those two were going to be a major part of Eric's first London exhibition either way. They'd bought Daniel a latex gimp mask because he didn't want to be in any pictures Eric might exhibit. The mask made him quite anonymous. There was already a picture of him on the wall here in New York. It showed him licking his own semen out of B's ass and B had very fond memories of setting up that shot. 

"I take it we're planning another trip to London? For the opening?" B wonders out loud.

"It would be rude not to, don't you think?" Helen gives up trying to get B off again. She moves from between her thighs to curl up with her on the sofa. They share a kiss.

"Not as rude as we're going to be when we get there." B giggles. They still have the London Underground to explore. B and Helen have previous form for pole dancing on subway trains. It'll be fun to introduce Sabine to that little game. 

"C'mon. It's time for bed." Helen gets up, drawing B to her feet too. "You have work tomorrow."

"And you have work tomorrow night. Mr Deerborne again, isn't it?" 

"I'm being Christabelle again." Helen nods confirmation. She's pretty much given up whoring these days, but she does keep in touch with a few of her clients, just for kicks. Doing Francis Deerborne is Helen's ongoing revenge on Christabelle Deerborne for being such s precious bitch all through college. And it's not as if Francis has any choice: He'd have given up seeing Helen years ago if she hadn't started blackmailing him with video footage of his peccadillos.

"You are a bad person." B says without rancour.

"I know." Helen grins, unrepentant. "But you love me anyway."

"Any way. Every way." B replies, casually embracing her girlfriend as they head for their bedroom.



London Calling Pt. 02



There are certain things one grows used to, living in London.

The soot. The rain. The accents. The comments on your own accent, if you have one. 

Then, there are the secret pleasures we find on our own. Things we grasp at greedily and hold in our clutches. Small comforts. For me, coffee was a small comfort. Early in the morning before I was expected at the office, I sat in a tiny and remarkably ancient café gazing down the street at the London Museum of Natural History. It was a cool morning. I sat. I drank. The sound of an espresso machine and the polite British early morning murmuring warmed me. Even the walk from Kensington to the Café had brought an exhilarated smile to my lips. 

But despite the simple pleasures, the coffee, and the new friends I knew I was going to see at my work, I couldn't ignore the brush of a butterfly's wing beat low in my stomach. Because I was settled in now, slowly learning contentment, and I couldn't stop fucking thinking of Benjamin Reece.

What I had dubbed in my mind as 'The Masturbating Debacle' had been three weeks ago. 

Almost a whole month since the owner of the house I was sitting for had seen me touch myself- over him. 

Of course, he didn't know that it was over him. Probably.

The 'debacle' and the proposition afterwards should've made me furious. I was an intelligent woman, albeit a little naive. I was a feminist. I believed in equality... and privacy. But his confidence- arrogance, really- spoke to me in a disgustingly primal way. I wanted him to bend me over something and not stop fucking me until I begged for more. Mmmm. 

Yes. Truthfully, his brazen proposition of spending the night together had been on my mind embarrassingly often. Sure, I had been propositioned by men before. I was an attractive woman in her mid-twenties, thank you very much. Still, my sexual history was meagre and still disappointing. My last boyfriend had called me frigid. Sometimes I wondered if he was right. 

I didn't know, on that cool sunny morning with coffee on my lips and Benjamin Reece on my mind, how that ex-boyfriend was soon to be proven so very, very wrong. 

*****

"Christ, it's actually warm out here."

"A scandal."

"A horror. Should we call the authorities? It's July, Scott."

"Yeah but it was such a long winter! I thought the warm was never going to come. We should go to the beach!"

"What, now?"

"No. Not now. We have much more pressing things to attend to."

"The pub is a pressing thing now, is it?"

"What? It's been a long day. It's Friday! I need a pint and a pretty girl to eye off."

I listened to the four of my co-workers- now formally friends- bicker with amusement, as I walked with them down a nondescript cobblestone lane. The sun was only just setting as we approached a pub close to the River Thames. We walked in, settling at a familiar booth. 

"Right, I'm gonna grab that pint and the pretty girl," Scott- Junior Editor- said toothily "Anyone want?"

"Well I'd like a Guinness but you can leave the pretty girl today." Supplied Julie, our boss' secretary.

Scott cackled and pointed at me.

"You've already got one! All blonde hair and long legs, she is. You'd be greedy if you'd asked for another." 

His northern English accent got more pronounced as he spoke faster. Julie hooked an arm around my shoulders and batted her eyes at Scott.

"Yes, she's all mine and you don't get to watch."

"Cheeky. I'll come, Scott. Want anything, Grace?" Leo asked me. He was gorgeous, a political writer. Dark skin, tall, muscles. A total sweetie and totally moonstruck over Julie.

"G and T, please. Are we ordering food? I wouldn't say no to a burger." 

I glanced at Julie, who nodded with her arm still around me. 

"Wouldn't mind some chips."

"Hot chips and a burger, got it."

We threw some money at the boys and watched them approach the bar- and two gorgeous girls. Scott instantly caught their attention, I laughed.

"Quick work." 

"Yeah." Julie mumbled, her eyes on Leo. I followed her gaze and nudged her.

"Hey, why don't you just ask him for coffee?" I coaxed "You know he's mad about you."

"You keep saying that, I'm not sure I believe you yet. Look at him! He's so hot."

"So are you!"

"I'm not hot," she stopped my protests, pointed at me like Scott did "You? You're hot. Australian, perfect skin, blue eyes, amazing smile... you've got the works. I'm more Velma to your Daphne." 

I laughed at the reference and shook my head.

"Ok, I always liked Velma much more than Daphne. Although props to Daphne for the purple. And in any case, you're gorgeous. You need more faith in yourself, Jules." I said sincerely.

It was true. Julie carried herself like a girl who was awkward throughout her schooling, but she was beautiful. Glossy brown hair cut sleekly to her shoulders, perfect pouty lips and a petite frame, Julie was basically my opposite. 

I was built like a volleyball player- slim but toned, tall. I loved to work out- endorphin junkie I suppose. 

Julie sighed.

"I'll work on that."

"Do."

I changed the subject, noting Julie's glum face, to the topic of her potential promotion. She was younger than us, at twenty-three. Just out of school with a masters in journalism, like me. She perked up at the conversation and the boys came back with our drinks.

It was a fun night. We ate, laughed, drank, Scott flirted with me and I even flirted back. I didn't realize how late it was and that I was a little bit tipsy until Julie pounced on my arm, gave a little gasp.

"Look at that guy. God, he is the definition of hot, steamy sex." 

I giggled at her enamored expression and the immediate protests of the boys.

"Hey, hey whoa! We're right here! And here I thought I was the definition of hot, steamy sex." Scott mock-pouted.

"No you're more like the definition of 'all talk'" snickered Leo.

The bickering continued and I laughed, but stopped when I felt the hairs on the back of my neck rise. Slowly, I turned to look at the guy that Julie had been talking about. 

There he was. Benjamin Reece. Staring at me. 

I whipped around, feeling my face turn hot.

"Christ." I mumbled. Julie poked me.

"What? Do you know him?" she gave a small squeal "He's looking at you!"

"Stop staring at him!" I hissed, she snickered.

"How do you know him?" Leo asked curiously.

I mumbled something like 'he's the ex-husband of the owner of the house I'm staying in' before I desperately searched for an exit. 

Glancing behind me, I saw he was gone. I sighed in relief.

"I'm going to go before he comes back." I ignored their protests "It's late anyway, you lot."

Quickly saying goodbye, I weaved towards the exit and found myself face-to-face with who I was attempting to avoid. He had deliberately stepped in front of me, his face absurdly close to my own. My body instantly responded in a flush of warmth, being so close to him. I drank in his appearance in front of me greedily- the luxurious mink hair that curled slightly at his nape, steady blue eyes that danced with amusement, a hardened body beneath an expensive white shirt. He looked ready to pose for a cologne ad or something. I swallowed. 

"Oh. Hello." I said with more confidence than I felt. Thank god for gin. Maybe he didn't remember 'the incident', I hoped. Maybe it wasn't a big deal.

"Grace," A slow smile slid onto Benjamin's lips and my hopes were dashed. No. He remembered. "How are you?"

"Fine, thank you. Just...out with some friends."

I gestured helplessly to the booth a few meters behind me, where my friends were watching avidly. He nodded, smiled with amusement at their immediate hoots and catcalls. I cringed. 

"Can I buy you a drink?" he asked, his body shifting to face the bar and his hand lightly resting on my lower back. He didn't wait for me to reply before asking the bartender for a finger of a whiskey, the name of which I forgot instantly. He turned his expectant gaze to me.

"Ah, I probably should be getting on."

"Just one drink. As an apology for..."

"I know what for," I snapped, narrowing my eyes at his quick grin "Fine. Lemonade." 

I ignored the quirk of his eyebrow and watched as the bartender turned to make our drinks. Benjamin leaned casually against the bar, sliding his hands into the pockets of his trousers. I sighed, and sat at the vacant bar stool he clearly intended for me to sit on. 

"Happy?" I asked dryly.

"Yes. Do you work around here?" 

"Not too far," I said vaguely "I'm a write for an online newspaper."

"One I've heard of?" he asked curiously.

"Most likely." I said shortly, accepting my drink from the bartender. Instead of being offended by my shortness, Benjamin grinned. I narrowed my eyes at his arrogance and took a sip of the cold, tart drink. 

"Should I apologize again, Grace?" he said, picking up his own drink.

"Why? We both know you don't mean it."

"True." 

"Can't you even attempt to pretend to be remorseful?" I said hotly. 

"No. I'm sorry that you're embarrassed, but I can't be sorry that I enjoyed what I saw."

"I'm not embarrassed." I said, irritated. 

Oh yes I was.

"No? Is that why you're not looking me in the eye?" he murmured close to my ear. I felt the air still in my lungs and I jerked away from him, sipping on my lemonade. 

"What about you? Do you work near here?" I said quickly.

"Yes. I work at a publishing house." 

"One I've heard of?" I shot his words back at him. He grinned.

"Reece Publishing." He took a swallow of the dark malt and I watched his Adam's apple move. He looked at me intently and I felt my eyes looking at the alcohol on his lips, before quickly glancing back to his gaze. He swallowed, and something clicked.

"Reece Publishing?" I choked "As in... your own last name?"

He watched me with measured eyes. Nodded.

"You don't work for Reece Publishing, you own it!" I accused, stabbing him in the chest with my finger. He laughed.

"My father owns Reece, so not exactly. I work damn hard for the old bastard."

"He hasn't retired?" 

"God no. He'll probably never retire." He said ruefully. 

"Quite a work ethic."

"More like sheer stubbornness," I smiled and he glanced down at me "That's the first time you've smiled at me."

I flushed. 

"Don't get used to it."

He laughed again, a rough, low sound.

"You sure I don't make you nervous?"

"Positive," Liar, I thought. "So, why did you and your ex-wife break up?"

I winced as soon as the words came out. They sounded callous. 

"Sorry." I muttered, he looked at me intently, there was a brief silence.

"Don't be. It wasn't some big torrid affair. Lily and I knew each other since childhood. Close aristocratic families," he laughed bitterly "We were friends, started seeing each other in sixth form. After university, I asked her to marry me, and she agreed. It was... expected of us. Then one day we realized we weren't happy. I left, we got a divorce. Eventually our families got over it. Now she's my best friend. Has been my whole life."

"That's... kind of nice, actually." I allowed reluctantly. 

"I'm occasionally capable of it." He said in a low voice. I smiled again, he pointed at me with the hand holding his whiskey.

"You smiled at me again."

"I guess I did."

"You have a beautiful smile."

I flushed, looked down at my glass and swallowed the last of the vodka, stood up.

"I should go. Thank you for the drink."

"Let me get you a cab." He said immediately, dropping a ten pound note on the bar. The bartender snatched it. 

"That's not necessary," I said smoothly, standing from the bar stool a safe distance away from him "I was just going to walk home."

He frowned suddenly, the expression not diminishing his good looks at all.

"Let me get you a cab. It's almost," he looked at an expensive looking watch on his wrist. I rolled my eyes "Half One."

"Thank you, but I'm perfectly capable of getting home by myself. Thank you for the dr-"

Benjamin caught my wrist as I had tentatively begun moving away, felt his thumb stroke the place where my pulse beat in a hard rhythm. I glanced down at his hand on me, feeling the warmth flush across my body once more. I swallowed and slowly raised my eyes to his.

"Let me see you home safe, Grace." He murmured. I swallowed again.

"Do you always get what you want?" I asked. My voice was husky with arousal. He smiled, swept his thumb across my pulse once more.

"Usually."

I paused.

"Fine."

*****

Benjamin manoeuvred me outside through the crowd quickly, a hand always pressing into my lower back. I felt his touch on my body as if it were hot metal rather than flesh. He steered me out into the cooler London air and I sucked it in, feeling instant relief from the stifling heat of the bar. Benjamin raised his arm instantly to signal a loitering cab across the road, which immediately turned around to pull up in front of us. I scowled. He really did get everything he wanted.

"Well, thank you for the drink and... everything. Enjoy your weekend." I said smoothly, I had tied on my 'don't fuck with me cloak', in case Benjamin tried anything.

"You're welcome." He said with amusement. 

"Well. Bye." I said lamely, turning away from him and climbing into the cab, breathing out instantly in relief and disappointment.

Until I felt a warm body slide right in next to me.

I spluttered as Benjamin gave directions to the house in Kensington.

"What the hell are you doing?" I said furiously. I heard his low chuckle.

"Seeing you safely home." Came his reply.

Then, in the back of the dark cab on a mildly warm London evening, Benjamin Reece skated his hot hands down my face.

"Benjamin..." came a breathy, feeble protest, which he instantly ignored. His hand slid to the base of my neck and his fingers tangled in my hair, and our eyes met. His warm blue eyes were fierce with arousal, and I saw in his eyes the option to check out. If I wanted to at that moment, I could protest again and he would let me go- and that would be the last of it. But before I could think of the consequences, my eyes slid to his lips. I felt the hunger, the arousal in my belly. Benjamin made a low growl and immediately claimed my mouth.

Suddenly I was lost. Rational, intelligent Grace was gone and alpha-female roared, purred as Benjamin kissed me. The hard press of his lips became demanding, and I opened my mouth to him. Another growl rumbled low in his throat and he swiped his tongue against my own. The kiss became hotter, harder, faster, until we were both panting. I felt his teeth scrape against my lower lip and I whimpered. I wanted him. I had never been kissed like this before, like it was foreplay in itself- rather than just a stepping stone to sex. 

I felt the soft press of lace against my pussy become wetter and wetter. I wanted him to touch me, nearly begged him. As if he could hear my thoughts, the hand that tangled in my hair pushed the folds of my coat aside and pressed lightly to the junction between my legs. He swallowed my instant moan before pressing his lips to the space beneath my ear. I gave another soft whimper as he increased the pressure on the seam of my pants where it lay over my clit.

"Be very quiet." He murmured softly in my ear, slipping his hand into my tight black pants, while the other gripped the back of my neck. 

His mouth found mine again and the desperate rush to kiss harder only increased as his fingers teased the shape of my pussy over my panties, lingering over my clit. Finally his hot fingers skated past the lace to the hot bundle of nerves pouting for attention, and in an effort not to cry out I stifled my face in his neck before sliding my teeth over his skin.

"Yes." I hissed softly as a finger slipped to my hot entrance. I felt the involuntary buck of my hips as he slowly glided one finger in and out, teasing me. I wasn't going to last long, but neither was this car ride. I was suddenly very grateful for the darkness of the cab, and the cabbie's preoccupation of talking into a cell phone.

My breathing was coming hotter, harder, as his thumb was brushing over my clit and a second finger sunk into my wetness. Benjamin buried his face in my neck and I heard him breathe deeply.

"You smell so good, Grace," he growled in my ear "You're so wet for me. So hot. I want to bury my cock here so fucking badly." He stroked a place inside me that made me cry out, but he caught the sound under his fingers as he pressed his hand over my mouth. His eyes bore into mine and I was caught by his hot gaze, his words making me shake with lust.

"Ah, you liked that." he breathed, stroking the place deep inside me again, making my hips buck towards his fingers. I bit my tongue in an effort not to scream and gave another minute cry beneath his fingers as my legs tensed and my back began to arch. His fingers were relentless, pumping into my pussy in hard, steady rhythm while his thumb gently swiped across my clit. 

"I haven't stopped thinking about you- can't stop thinking about you. Not since the night I caught you playing with yourself. It took everything in me not to drag you to the carpet and sink my cock into you. You would've let me."

I nodded hazily. Yes, yes I would've let him. 

His fingers began to increase their pace and his thumb stopped teasing my clit and instead pushed against it, the pressure making me see stars. My hips were bucking forwards in small movements. My eyes hazily drifted shut and I felt and heard Benjamin's growl in response.

"Look at me." 

I complied. I must've been quite a sight- hair mussed, eyes begging as Benjamin's hand was clamped over my mouth. He held my gaze and the look in his eyes almost tipped me over- the animalism in them caused my pussy to dampen even more. 

"I want you to come for me," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. 

My body, as if on cue, began to tingle and shake at his words. My hips thrusted onto his fingers and my teeth clamped on his hand as I my body began its sharp release. I threw my head back against the armrests and I felt Benjamin's gaze on my face, watching me come. I came in heavy waves that seemed to last for hours, receding slowly and leaving me shaking and gasping. 

We sat like that for a few seconds- our eyes locked, one of his hands between my thighs, the other across my mouth. Slowly he moved his hands from me, set my coat to rights. His gaze moved from my face to the window behind me.

"We're here."

And so we were, just outside the house. The cabbie was still talking on the phone, none the wiser, while Benjamin was looking at me like I was a big Christmas present he wanted to unwrap. Slowly. I opened my mouth to say something, but found I couldn't speak. My body glowed with the orgasm he just gave me, his words still ringing in my ear. Slowly Benjamin reached across my body and opened the door, giving a low chuckle as I tensed. I opened my mouth to thank him, and watched as his gaze dropped to my mouth.

"Thanks." I whispered. His gaze grew hotter as I spoke for the first time, and I felt my eyes slide down the length of his body to the obvious strain of his erection against his expensive pants. My gaze travelled back to his face and I watched his jaw clench. 

"Have dinner with me tomorrow."

I opened my mouth to reply, but I couldn't find the words. I wanted to say no- Benjamin Reece suddenly seemed like a very bad idea. But I also wanted to invite him inside and beg him to fuck me. I couldn't bring myself to do either. So I gave a single nod.

Satisfied, he gave me another smile- his blue eyes full of unmistakable lust. He slowly dipped his head to whisper in my ear. 

"Until tomorrow."

I stumbled out of the car, surprised my legs still worked as under London's midnight sky I watched the car pull away and drive off. I shivered despite the warm July air. My body hummed with pleasure but I wasn't satisfied, not by half. 




London Calling Pt. 02



Perhaps Benjamin Reece was the kind of man that would take me and leave me wanting more, heartbroken and angry. 

But perhaps for the moment, I didn't care.

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