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by C. J. Fallowfield


  ‘No,’ I laughed as I gripped his shoulders to stop from falling into a messy puddle on the floor.

  ‘Maybe you haven’t fucked enough to compare?’ he suggested with a raised brow.

  ‘Trust me, I’ve fucked plenty. I’m not the pure innocent that the media thinks I am, I’ve done old, young, ménage, orgies and lesbians. I know what I’m talking about and you make me come faster and harder than any of them.’

  ‘I just don’t understand how your father still thinks you’re a virgin? I mean you’re … sex on legs Camilla, you exude sex appeal.’

  ‘Thank you,’ I giggled and blushed. ‘I have evidence of most of my encounters to keep them quiet, particularly Daddy’s staff. They wouldn’t dare let slip what I get up to. I can make them do whatever I want, choose who ever I want, when I want it.’

  ‘Then I feel very flattered that you rank me as your best. Relax for a minute while I wash up and we’ll move this out onto the balcony and make use of that enormous hot tub before I have to leave.’ He scooped me up and carried me to the lounge, lay me down and kissed my forehead.

  ‘Hmmm,’ I groaned as I lazily stretched out. I heard him getting another glass of water from the dining room, then watched him walk past and disappear. He moved with such power, yet gracefully at the same time and his upper torso would put our college team swimmers to shame. Kitty, my best friend, was going to die when I told her all about how amazing he actually was, that all of the tales were true. It was her older sister who’d had a triste with Logan and Kitty had convinced her to let me have his email. All her sister had said was ‘Wow, night of my life.’ I’d love to have known the finer details, she’d always seemed a bit demure, far more demure than Kitty who was worse than me for hook-ups. We often had girl girl sessions and I pondered having her and Logan at the same time, but was I prepared to share him? I wasn’t sure I was. I was roused from my daydream by Logan striding back through, his erection lifting that towel up so high I could see his dangling balls and gulped. Maybe I could have one orgasm as he fucked me, then fake the total boredom, I didn’t want to deprive myself of coming when that magnificent cock was inside me.

  ‘I need you, now,’ he growled as he snatched me up from the sofa and threw me over his shoulder as I giggled and squealed. ‘Thinking about your tight little cunt squeezing me got my cock so hard. You’d better be soaking, Camilla.’

  ‘Trust me, I am,’ I panted as he headed to the balcony bi-fold doors and pushed them back. He definitely knew there was a camera, he hovered on the edge trying to work out where it was. ‘Logan please, I’m so desperate for you,’ I pleaded, feeling please that my little ruse was about to catch him out.

  ‘Just admiring the spectacular view,’ he replied, ‘nearly as good as when I watched you sleeping.’ O God, he knew all the right things to say, as well as to do. He stepped out and strode towards the hot tub and I felt him kissing my backside as he approached it, he was keeping his face away from the box tree. I gasped as he ripped his towel away, affording me an amazing view of his backside, before he set me down into the bubbling, steaming water. The crafty bugger, he’d slung his towel over the tree. Antoine and I would be having words later. I hoped that the one Blaine had secured in the rose trellis behind me had been positioned properly and I made sure I stood with my back to it ready. Logan set a condom down on the decking and hopped in, grabbed me and kissed me like his life depended on it, his hands roaming, squeezing, his tongue thrashing. I could feel his need for me radiating off him, I’d definitely gotten to him, he may think I was just one of his clients, but I’d lay odds that he was never this desperate for any of them. He grabbed me and hoisted me up onto the edge of the hot tub, spread my thighs and kneeled down on one of the seats and applied his tongue to my clit, before nibbling it as he thrust three fingers up inside me and finger fucked me fast.

  ‘Logan,’ I whined as I leaned back on my palms. He grabbed an ankle and hoisted it over his shoulder and his tongue circled again and again. I couldn’t even hold myself up, I just gave into it and flopped backwards, biting my arm as he brought me to the brink of orgasm then suddenly stopped, let me calm down, then started all over again. By the fifth time I was begging him to let me come, no one else was ever going to compare to Logan, no one else ever needed to. I was going to be Mrs. Logan Steele, the envy of women worldwide. My scream as I gushed all over his face was Manhattan’s morning wake up call. I lay limp on the decking as he stood up and looked down on me and wiped his mouth.

  ‘Fuck, I need you now Camilla, I’m desperate to come,’ he groaned as he grasped his pulsating cock in his hand. I nodded, it was good he’d just made me squirt like that, I was completely drained and exhausted, that would help me look less than enthused. I could actually quite happily fall sleep here from sheer sex exhaustion, with my legs dangling in the water, the hard wood of the deck against my back. I couldn’t even lift my head to watch as I heard the condom wrapper tear and a deep sexual grunt leave Logan’s throat as he cloaked himself. As requested in my brief, in the form of a very detailed scenario, he flipped me over so my knees were supported by the seat below the water line, gripped my hips and slammed into me. I bit the inside of my lip, until it drew blood, to prevent myself from screaming with pleasure and imagined it was fat sweaty Alderton fucking me, anything to try and detach from how incredible Logan was actually feeling. Thank God I’d told him that I wanted him to come fast, before I did and then have him eat me out and rim me. At least I’d be able to relax and enjoy it. He didn’t disappoint, which in a way was disappointing in itself, he came with an animalistic roar and I relaxed all my muscles as he collapsed on top of me. ‘Shit I’m so sorry, you’re just too damn good, I’ve never come so fast in my life.’

  ‘This wasn’t what I expected from you, Logan,’ I mouthed, making sure the camera caught my lips moving. ‘I was told you had incredible stamina, I feel so cheated.’

  ‘Tell me what I can do to make it up to you Camilla, I feel awful,’ he groaned behind me. I pulled a sulky pout and sighed, held it for a moment and then smiled, that sixty seconds of recording was as good as a wedding ring. He’d never work with anyone but me again. Ever.

  ‘I want you to lick and fuck my backside with your tongue, slowly.’

  ‘You’re an amazing woman Camilla Domville, I’m going to send you something to let you know just how grateful I am for what you’ve just done for me.’

  ‘You’re so sweet,’ I smiled as he parted my cheeks and ran his tongue in a circle and I gave into it and cried out in pleasure. I loved when guys did that, but I never did it in return, that was disgusting. Next time it would be his thick solid cock up my ass making me scream even louder. And even better, he’d be bareback and I’d get to feel him exploding inside me before I sucked him clean.

  ‘Do you have to go?’ I whined as he appeared from the master bedroom, sexily dressed in dark indigo jeans with a fitted black shirt, rolled at the sleeves. He’d had another shower, his hair was all sexily damp and he’d washed off that aftershave I’d always loved, but I’d been right, Logan smelled even better. He leaned in and placed an arm around my waist and kissed my cheek. Damn it, he’d just made me flood again. I was going to have to eat more calories and keep them down if I was going to keep up with him when he moved to New York to be with me.

  ‘You know I do, the limousine driver’s already waiting downstairs and we can’t hold up your fathers’ jet. I’ve had the most incredible night, Camilla. You really were a unique woman.’

  ‘Me too, you were … I don’t have words.’

  ‘You should sleep, you look exhausted.’

  ‘Thank you so much,’ I sighed. He kissed my forehead.

  ‘The pleasure was all mine. Goodbye, Camilla.’

  ‘Bye, Logan.’ I watched him walk through to the inner lobby and he glanced back and flashed a megawatt smile that Hollywood could bottle. ‘I’ll be seeing you soon,’ I called. Little did he know how soon that would be. I watched his sexy backside as he disap
peared and the doors automatically closed behind him and felt some tears trickling down my face. I’d never wanted anything as much as I wanted Logan. Why did he have to be the one thing I wanted that Daddy couldn’t buy for me? I stamped my foot on the floor and pressed the touchscreen on the wall and dialled security. If Blaine worked superfast I could get the jet to turnaround and bring Logan right back to me and he’d never leave me again.

  ‘Miss Domville,’ came Blaine’s voice. He sounded nervous.

  ‘I need that recording now, I need to stop him leaving.’

  ‘I … I don’t know what to tell you Miss Domville, but … there is no recording.’

  ‘What!’ I uttered.

  ‘There’s no recording,’ he almost whispered as I felt the blood in my veins reach scorching point.

  ‘You what?!’ I screamed at the system. ‘I was facing the damn camera, I played it perfectly.’

  ‘I don’t understand what happened, I tested it back here in my office and had a clear view of the hot tub and decking, but now there’s nothing.’

  ‘Fuck, fuck, FUCK, Blaine! I swear if I could get you fired right now I would. Now I’m going to have to wait months to book Logan to come back so we can try again.’

  ‘I don’t know what to say, I’m so sorry, this has never happened to me before.’

  ‘Just tell me you have the recording of me sucking him off for my own private use you damn imbecile?’

  ‘Miss Domville … I … it’s not possible, I swear it isn’t, but that one failed as well.’

  ‘IDIOT!’ I screamed and grabbed a marble carved Buddha off the oriental chest next to me and smashed the LCD display to smithereens with it, then hurled it across the room at the plasma TV breaking both items in one go. I’d never been so fucking furious in my life. I grabbed anything I could see that I could smash, and hurled it against walls, furniture and the floor until my arms started shaking in protest and I ran to the master bed and threw myself on it and sobbed. Logan was mine, he was meant to be mine. I couldn’t bear the thought of him taking another booking before I could get him back here again. I wondered if I could get pregnant, then tell Daddy it was Logan who knocked me up. He’d force him to come over here and marry me, if he didn’t kill him first. Daddy would believe me over Logan anytime. I sniffed back my tears and picked up my iPhone as it buzzed. I had an email message. I sat up straight and wiped my tears and smiled. It was Logan, I knew I’d got to him, he was still thinking about me. I opened the message, beaming again.

  My dear Miss Domville, I can honestly say I’ve never had a night quite like it, it was a real eye opener. I’m afraid I won’t be accepting any future bookings from you and should you try to concoct another scheme to blackmail me as you tried last night, be aware that I will have no hesitation but to defend my reputation by sending my own recording, which has been safely backed up, directly to your father. I would also suggest that you try being a little nicer to your father’s employees. Should I hear that you’ve attempted to blackmail any of them again, I simply press send. Try and be a nicer person Camilla, you might find that you actually enjoy it. Yours sincerely, Stranger for the night.

  My heart sank as I pressed play, he’d somehow filmed us, so you could only see the back of his head in the dining room, while he fingered me to an orgasm. Even worse, it was with sound and he had my whole confession of my sexual history. The devious bastard. As soon as it stopped playing the message vanished. I tapped my phone frantically with shaking fingers, where the hell was it? It had disappeared from my inbox and my trash, too. I screamed and flung the phone against the calf leather lined wall and watched it shatter, along with my life as I knew it.

  Client Evaluation

  I smiled as I strode out of Camilla’s suite. Thank God for the genius of Ian Smith. One call to him while Camilla was taking her shower before breakfast and he’d hacked through the hotel’s security system, located and wiped the bedroom recording from their system and confirmed that no backup or copy had been made. He’d suggested playing her at her own game as a form of insurance policy by using the video facility on my iPhone. I’d checked it as I went to freshen up before taking Camilla to the hot tub and had emailed it to him immediately for safekeeping. He text me to advise that he was still in the Domville’s system and that there were two cameras set on the hot tub, but he couldn’t tell me where. I realised that she was on to me, so played along covering the original box hedge one, while Ian disabled the other before we even stepped foot onto the terrace. I took the stairs down, figuring I didn’t need any complications of camera recordings of me leaving the Domville signature suite and headed across the lobby to where the same concierge was on duty.

  ‘Good morning,’ he smiled. ‘Pleasant evening?’

  ‘I’ve had better. Please may I have a pen, paper and envelope?’

  ‘Of course, Sir.’

  I wrote a note to Antoine, confirming my email address, advising him that all employees should no longer have to worry about Miss Domville’s games, as I was in possession of a certain item that would ensure her impeccable behaviour. I also advised him that he was to contact me if ever there was such an incident again and thanked him for his warning the night before. I sealed it and wrote ‘Private and Confidential ~ Antoine’ on the front.

  ‘Can I trust you to ensure that he gets this?’ I asked as I handed Edward the envelope along with a $100 bill.

  ‘Certainly, Sir. Thank you, Sir.’

  ‘It’s in all employees’ interests that he does, Edward. This holds the key to end Miss Domville’s reign here.’

  ‘Understood, Sir,’ he beamed with a curt nod and held out his hand for me to shake. ‘Thank you,’ he uttered, most sincerely, leaving me to deduce that he’d been tricked as well. I nodded and headed outside to the idling Limousine.

  I poured myself a large Cognac from the decanter, after last night I bloody well deserved it. I’d never come across such a manipulative, spoilt entitled bitch in my life. Having to fake my desire for her when I finally twigged why she’d scripted the scenario in the hot tub had been beyond difficult. I’d had to look at Summer’s photograph to get any type of reaction from my cock before I’d returned to pick her up from the sofa, and for the first time in my life I’d even faked coming. I sincerely hoped that this was a wakeup call for Camilla. God knows she hadn’t had an easy life, but that was no excuse for the despicable way she treated people. I pulled my iPad from my overnight bag and opened my encrypted client files and deleted hers immediately and added her email to my blocked list.

  I swirled the brandy around my mouth as my finger automatically clicked Summer’s file and I opened her profile picture. Now that was a woman I was going to have absolutely no problem faking it with at all. I was just gutted that our first time would be soft and gentle, when I wanted to pound her harder than I’d ever fucked anyone. I wanted to her my name on her lips as tears of ecstasy poured down her face. Worse than knowing I should cancel our appointment and wouldn’t, was the thought that I didn’t want to hear my pseudonym ‘Logan Steele’ escape her throat, I wanted to hear my real name.

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  My next client is aspiring actress Summer Beresford, whose brief for the evening is that she wants to be treated as if she’s a virgin, to be seduced and wooed. I’d already felt conflicted when I’d received her booking form detailing her scenario, as a rule I didn’t do tender gentle love making, women booked me because of my reputation for fucking, hard. To compound my dilemma, I couldn’t stop looking at her damn photograph
and had even used an image of her in my mind to get hard and come with another client. Not only was that highly unprofessional of me, it was potentially hazardous to my reputation in case I groaned the wrong woman’s name. I was already treading that very fine line between professional and personal. Before I’d even met the damn woman she had me breaking one of my cardinal rules, Never fall for one of your clients. The more I looked at her photo though, the more I wanted her.

  Summer Beresford, I’m about to woo your arse off and have my own virginal experience, making love for the first time.

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