by Teri Trojan
‘Maybe. But I am not getting into anything illegal or sordid. I might think about it. I suppose it could be fun, as long as I could always choose and the men weren’t disgusting in any way.’
‘Good girl. And it might not necessarily always be men. Heterosexual is the main market but you wouldn’t object to bouts with the occasional woman, or women, would you?’
‘Of course not.’ Shoanna was warming to the idea. ‘I was expecting to be wrestling women, anyway.’
‘Erotic wrestling may have other implications.’
She frowned, slow to catch on to his meaning.
‘Lesbians, you mean?’
‘Of course. But I can’t see someone with your sexual appetites having any qualms about that.’
‘No prejudice. But I haven’t had much experience,’ she admitted. ‘Think I’ve always been too preoccupied with men to have time. So tell me more; you’re obviously a part of this scene. And what about all the equipment you have stashed away? The clothes. But I suppose you have the choice of any women you want. Especially with your entertainment connections.’
She rubbed herself dry vigorously, making her skin glow red with the punishing abrasion.
‘Don’t tell me you can possibly be jealous?’ He flung back his head and laughed. ‘Jealousy has no part in my life. I like you. I find you exciting, but I will not tolerate any jealousy. I’d like to see you again. There are plenty more games I’d like to try with you, but you must never get possessive with me.’
‘Don’t flatter yourself,’ she said coldly. ‘Now, if you can lend me something to wear, I’ll go home and leave you to your fantasies.’
‘Oh yes. Your own clothes were ruined, weren’t they? I’ll find something for you in a moment. First, you can do me the honour of drying me.’ He stood waiting in the bath, water dripping off his magnificent body. Shoanna licked her lips, dropped her own towel, and went towards him. She picked up a towel and wrapped it round him. She patted him dry all over his body, carefully avoiding the huge rod that had arisen in front of him once more.
‘I’m still wet,’ he said suggestively.
‘Me too. But I think tonight is at an end.’ She turned away from him and went into the gym. She stood naked, near to the large, soft mat where they had begun their evening. She saw him approaching her through the mirror. He went to the wardrobe cupboard and selected a hanger. He tossed a skimpy garment towards her and she thanked him as politely as she could without allowing him to see the effect he was having on her. Despite all their earlier excesses, she was ready for him again. It was ridiculous. She pulled on the short skirt, which was, inevitably, made of leather and barely covered her arse. The top was a brief waistcoat with a single metal clasp to hold it together, fastening between her breasts.
‘Very nice,’ he said appreciatively. ‘I thought it would suit you. You’re really turned on by leather, aren’t you?’
‘Yes,’ she admitted. ‘But I must have some panties at least. I shall be arrested if I go out like this.’
‘Sorry. I don’t supply panties. Why waste money on something I disapprove of?’ He crossed over to her and kissed the bare cheeks of her behind. He bent her over and, before she knew what to expect, he was pushing a finger into her tight arse. She gasped with the mixture of pain and pleasure.
She remained where she was, expecting his big prick to be pushed into the hole next and trying make herself relax enough to accommodate the intruder. But nothing happened and she stood up again, turning to look at him for a clue as to why he did not follow through. He stood watching her and smiled.
‘I thought I would save that particular pleasure for another time. I want to have something special to look forward to.’
She nodded, her expression an enigma to the man watching. Perhaps they’d shared enough raw sex for an evening, but she had more surprises in store for him. Seeing that he was slightly off balance, she thrust one leg behind his and grabbed his arm, managing to throw him over her shoulder. He landed with a thud on the mat and lay back, a smile on his face.
‘So you want to play dirty, do you?’ He invited her to complete her move and pin him down. She stood, her legs slightly apart, aware that he had a perfect view from his position on the floor.
‘Sorry. I wanted to leave you with another reason for us to meet again.’
He realised exactly what she meant.
‘I shall have to think of many more ways to punish you, won’t I? I warn you, I have quite a repertoire. Think what I said, though. Seriously, I’m sure you will enjoy my suggestions and earn yourself considerably more money than you do at present.’
‘Heavens. What time is it?’
‘Almost eight o’clock. Why?’
‘Talking of earning money, I have to be at work at nine. My car is parked miles away and I can hardly go to work looking like this.’
‘Quite a problem you have, then. I’ll get one of the boys to fetch your car and deliver it to your door. I’ll drive you home myself, as you are too modest to go out like that. Personally, I think you look quite enchanting, especially from this vantage point.’
Half an hour later, she let herself into her shared flat. Tara was finishing a mug of coffee.
‘Good heavens,’ she exclaimed. ‘Where have you been and where did you get that stunningly sexy outfit. I haven’t seen it before, have I? God, you can’t seriously intend wearing it to work. You’ll be leapt on before you get past reception. Now, if I remember correctly, we have a bet that is about to start.’
Shoanna smiled at her friend. After the night she had just spent, she doubted she could last till evening before she felt her needs once more. Maybe £200 would soon mean very little to her.
Chapter Four
Work provided the singularly most boring morning she could remember. Her concentration was lost somewhere between the street battle she had won and the intensity of the most exciting night she had ever spent.
‘So, where are you today, Shoanna?’ Joely, one of her colleagues, asked.
‘Somewhere between here and paradise,’ she replied dreamily.
‘And here we thought you were grieving for the loss of the Italian stud.’
‘Was I? I think Greek may be more my style now. Or part Greek. Whatever he is, I’m in lust. Andreas sounds Greek, doesn’t it?’
‘I can’t keep up with you. It was Misery City here last week. Good to see you smiling again, anyway, but even better if you did some work along with it.’
‘Sorry. I might be starting on a new career, though. Something dramatic and exciting. Computers and office work don’t provide the same sort of thrills any more.’
‘Let me know if there are any more opportunities. Sounds interesting.’ Joely went back to her desk, shaking her head at her friend’s words. Shoanna had a reputation of being someone who enjoyed extremes, and nobody knew whether to believe all she said, or even everything the various office males said about her. It might be interesting to find out what she had meant by those latest enigmatic words. Probably something and nothing.
Shoanna’s mind was very far away from this working office. By lunchtime, she was ready to quit. Dare she risk it after just one evening of thrills and promises?
She was starving and went to the pub next door, where she met up with several of her colleagues.
‘So, what’s all this about a new career?’ one of the geeks asked.
‘Oh, just an idea at the moment. Nothing fixed yet.’
‘Come home with me and I’d be delighted to discuss it with you personally,’ said another.
‘Thanks for the offer but I’ll have to take a rain check. So, what’s good to eat today?’
She tucked into a large portion of steak and kidney pie and followed it with a pudding. After all, the energy she had expended last night more than made up for the extra calories. And she might also need extra energy reserves for the night ahead. She shivered in anticipation. Maybe she needed to think a little about the role she expected to play. Last night, sh
e had been willing to accept the thrill of what Andreas called punishments. Sexual torture in a way, but she’d loved every minute of it. She found herself getting wet as she sat there, and had to excuse herself from her colleagues.
‘Sorry. See you later. Gotta go now. Need more shoes’
‘You look as if you’ve got a hot date, judging by your expression.’ One of the guys laughed.
‘You’ve no idea,’ she called back as she left the pub. She did need more shoes. Her heel had broken the previous evening, hadn’t it? What better excuse for some retail therapy?
She glanced at her watch. Ten minutes before she was due back at her desk. Plenty of time. The trouble was one pair wasn’t enough, and her credit card maxed out with the three pairs she had chosen.
‘I hate being stuck on a budget,’ she moaned to the store girl serving her.
‘Take one pair and I’ll reserve the others till your next pay day.’
‘Great. But now I have to decide which to take and which to leave.’ By the time that decision was reached, she was 20 minutes late. Her supervisor, a crusty middle-aged woman, prematurely grey and with a naturally sour expression, was waiting by the door with a grim look on her face.
‘Miss Waites. You are 20 minutes late. It’s the fourth time in the last week you have been late. It won’t do. This is your last and final warning. One more and you’re out.’
‘Sorry,’ Shoanna muttered. ‘I had a meeting. With my bank manager. Very important. He kept me waiting.’ The supervisor glanced at her expensive shopping bag.
‘So I see. Last chance.’ Shoanna stuck out her tongue as she turned away, wondering if she should take the risk of resigning. ‘And you can stop pulling that expression. You forget there’s a mirror over here.’
Shoanna managed a slight blush of embarrassment. She stowed her bag under the desk and attempted to concentrate on working. The trouble was a vision of Andreas’ beautiful body and not half bad face floated in front of her screen. Would she see him that evening? He hadn’t suggested a date. In fact – she froze with horror. Had he even got her phone number? He knew roughly where she lived when he dropped her off that morning. But would he know which flat it was? Would he bother to pursue her? She hadn’t even noticed where his house was when he’d driven her back.
All these thoughts made concentration impossible and, at the end of the day, she had accomplished less than half her target. Old Sour Face would complain bitterly but, hopefully, not before tomorrow, by which time she might have formulated her other plans for the future. All that providing Andreas contacted her again.
‘What are you up to this evening?’ Tara asked.
‘Dunno. You?’
‘I might go to Stacey’s. What do you think?’
‘Not sure.’ If she was honest, she didn’t want Andreas to think she was chasing him. If he owned the club, the chances were he would be there at some point during the evening. Though she was desperate to see him again, if he was there, he would also meet Tara, and she was not yet ready to share him with her flatmate. ‘No, I don’t fancy Stacey’s. Had a late night last night so maybe I’ll just stay home.’
‘Good grief. You’re taking our bet seriously, aren’t you?’
‘You might think so. Actually, no. OK, so I realise I’ll owe you, but it was a ridiculous idea.’ She could already feel herself getting wet at the memory of her previous night’s excesses. There were so many things she could look forward to trying, and waiting for however long their own ridiculous bet would last was nigh on impossible.
‘Tell me about last night,’ Tara demanded. ‘Obviously he was someone special. And those strips of leather he sent you home with were something else. So brief, they must have cost a fortune. Any other kinky ideas in his world?’
‘Just a few. Million.’
‘So when are you seeing him again?’
‘Actually, that’s the problem. I didn’t give him my contact details.’
‘Not like you.’
‘Nothing last night was quite like me. Well, not quite like anything I’ve done before.’
‘That’s rich coming from you, who’s probably tried things most other people haven’t thought of.’
‘Nasty. I’m not that different to you.’
‘Oh, you are. So were you in charge or submissive?’
‘Mixture. Well, in charge to start with, but then I laid back and enjoyed being dominated. Oh Tara, he’s just gorgeous. Body to die for. Ideas to make you come just looking at him.’
‘And he can provide all the leather enough even for you, I gather.’
‘What makes you think leather is my turn-on?’
‘The way you were caressing yourself when you came home. Go and try it on again. I’m fascinated by the cut and how little of you it covers. I mean to say, who designed that bit of nonsense? And why did he have it available for you?’
Shoanna said nothing but went to her room and put on the leather skirt, if it could be called that, then added the waistcoat. She left her thong on, slightly shy even in front of her flatmate.
‘Wow. Ridiculous.’
‘It’s so soft it’s like a second skin.’
‘Certainly fits where it touches, but that’s not often. I can feel another dare coming on. How about wearing it out to a club?’
‘I don’t think so.’
‘Do it and I’ll let you off the bet which you have surely lost already.’
‘He wouldn’t like it. I get the feeling this was for his private enjoyment only.’
‘So why did he give it to you?’
‘Had to wear something to get home. My dress got ruined. You’re right. I am turned on by leather. This smells gorgeous and feels great against the skin.’ She ran her fingers over the smooth top, making her own nipples harden. She slipped her fingers closer to her crotch.
‘Pleease. At least go to your room to do that. I don’t want to watch.’
‘Why not? Does it shock you?’
‘Me? Not at all. Just jealous. After what I expected to be a hot date, I only got off with some youth who didn’t know one end of his dick from the other. Not that I got anywhere near his dick. But he was a good dancer and I enjoyed that part of the evening.’
‘So you didn’t get fucked senseless, after all?’
‘Nope. I’m going out,’ Tara said suddenly. ‘I’m just wasting time staying here.’
She went to her room to change while Shoanna went to her own room to alleviate the desire coursing through her body. Her vibrator was much less effective than usual and her clit felt tender and almost sore. It was more wonderful agony to touch it, and she found herself longing for Andreas to contact her.
Tara went out and Shoanna lay on the sofa, still clad in her leather outfit. When ten o’clock arrived, she was resigned to a totally quiet evening and decided to go to bed, even if wasn’t the bed she would have liked to be in. The doorbell rang and she jumped. Who on earth was calling at that time of night? She went to answer it and realised she was practically indecent to the rest of the world. She peered through the spy hole and saw one of Andreas’s young men. The ones she had dismissed in her street fight last night. She put the safety chain across and opened the door a crack, peering round.
‘The boss wants to see you. Assuming you’re not otherwise engaged.’
‘The boss?’ she asked, her heart leaping out of control.
‘Andreas. He was busy, so he sent me to collect you.’
‘How can I believe you? You could be calling on me so you can get your own back after I beat you last night.’
‘Suit yourself, lady. But if you don’t want to come, don’t expect to hear from him again.
Shoanna bit her lip. She was desperate to see him but was she being naive? Had he really sent this bloke to collect her, or was he out for himself?’
‘He said to wear the leather number you left with this morning. But I think that’s exactly how you’re dressed at present. He’d like to see you just how he left you. Says you’ll
know exactly what he meant.’
‘Give me a minute,’ she said decisively. She shut the door. Took off the damp thong and picked up her bag. At least she’d have her mobile with her if things did get nasty. ‘OK. I’m ready,’ she told her escort.
‘Nice,’ he said appreciatively. ‘I can see why he wants you. Gonna sit in the front, by me?’
‘Rather sit at the back.’
‘You know he’ll have left you his bar available, I suppose. Help yourself.’
‘Thanks. Maybe.’ She wanted to keep her eyes on the direction they took, just in case she ever needed to find Andreas’s place again. But the windows were so dark she could see very little out of them. She had made a mistake. She should have sat in the front after all. There was a screen between her and the driver which also blotted out the view. She saw the bar, which was let into the front seat, and opened it. A small bottle of champagne awaited her. Somehow, it had been chilled and was at a perfect temperature. She popped the cork and poured the golden liquid into a flute. She spilled a little between her breasts when they jolted over a bump. The cold shock set her tingling again with anticipation for what might lie ahead.
The screen dropped, and her driver announced they had arrived.
‘I’ll open the door for you. Might as well enjoy the view.’ He opened the door and stood staring as she got out. She had no choice, and hoped he didn’t try to touch her as she passed him. Clearly, though, he knew better than to do anything to incur the wrath of his boss.
The imposing house had a long drive, the gates hidden by a high shrubbery. The main door opened as she walked towards it and there, looking totally gorgeous, stood Andreas. Her fantasy of the previous night was fulfilled. He was wearing a dinner jacket and black tie, his slightly too long hair curled over the collar and black as coal
The dark eyes raked over her body.
‘Just as I remembered. Beautiful. Come in. I assume you haven’t had dinner yet?’
‘I haven’t. Thank you. I must admit I wasn’t sure I’d see you tonight. I’d given up on you, as it’s rather late.’
‘For me, it’s still early. I was working,’ he said. ‘I’ve laid out some clothes for you. Something suitable for a good dinner.’