Filthy for the Night (For The Night #3)

by C. J. Fallowfield

  ‘Are you ok in there?’ he called.

  ‘Fine, I won’t be long,’ I called. I looked around and saw a touch screen on the wall and pressed the assistance button.

  ‘How can I help you?’ came the female voice through the intercom system.

  ‘Do you have any makeup? I need mascara, foundation, blusher, eyeliner, lip liner, lip gloss?’

  ‘I’m so sorry we don’t, but that’s an excellent idea. We can add miniature supplies to our inventory for ladies such as yourself who wish to reapply.’

  ‘Yeah, great. Thanks.’

  ‘You’re welcome.’

  ‘I was being sarcastic,’ I snapped and heard a click as the intercom was cut off. ‘Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. SHIT.’

  ‘Yasmin, food’s here. Are you sure you’re ok?’ Logan called.

  ‘Just great,’ I breezed. I put my suspender belt back on and my stockings, thank God I still had an amazing body. Walking out like this should distract Logan to my lack of makeup. I didn’t even let Eoin or the staff see me without it. I felt so humiliated as I opened the door and ventured out to see him tucking into a salad. He looked up and raised both eyebrows.

  ‘You look different.’

  ‘I’m so sorry, no one sees me without makeup, I feel so embarrassed.’

  ‘Don’t be, you look even prettier without all that heavy crap all over your face. I can’t believe you went as far as trying to make yourself look like a hooker with all that makeup on. I thought the slutty clothes were enough. Sit, eat.’

  I looked at him with my mouth open. He thought my normal face had been done as part of a fancy dress just for tonight? That it made me look cheap? I was fuming for a second, until I realised he was still in role, he was deliberately making me feel slutty and dirty, just like I’d wanted. He really was exceptional.

  Party in the Park

  Logan

  Thank God Yasmin was so tired that she fell asleep as soon as I helped her into the car and lay her head in my lap to make her more comfortable. That would have meant an instant boner for me in the past, to have some woman’s face that close to my cock. Some damn escort I was when I didn’t want to fuck one of my clients anymore. I looked down at her sleeping, she looked so much better without all that damn makeup caked all over her face, but the thought of her having fucked all those guys was a real turn off. I rolled my eyes and shook my head as I realised the irony of me being turned off by a woman who’d had a fraction of the number of sexual partners I’d had. I knew it was double standards, but I still wholeheartedly believed that a guy with high numbers was ok, a woman wasn’t. Maybe I was old fashioned and chauvinistic that way.

  I’d been more than happy to fuck easy girls when I’d had a personal life, all those years ago, but I’d be damned if I’d have taken them home to introduce them to my mother. In fact, I don’t think I’d ever introduced a girl to my mother. Now Summer, that was a girl I’d take home. She had girlfriend material written all over her. I wondered how she was doing, if our night together had helped increase her sexual confidence for this film role she’d landed. The thought of her being so sexually aware now that it could be her lying on that bed in the club, being fucked by seven different guys made me shudder. No, Summer was way too sweet and innocent to do anything like that. Wasn’t she? There again weren’t all girls sweet until some guy corrupted them? Maybe even Yasmin had been sweet and demure once too.

  ‘James?’

  ‘Yes, Sir?’

  ‘Do you consider it double standards that it’s ok for men to fuck around, that they get labelled as studs, but it’s not ok for women?’

  ‘Personally speaking no, Sir. If Mrs. Smith had been a bit … loose, I wouldn’t have asked for her hand. From my experiences in the forces, and I certainly wasn’t a saint, men like an easy girl for a good time, but prefer a more virtuous partner, one that they can hopefully encourage to be a bit more adventurous in the bedroom at home to suit their needs.’

  ‘It’s rather chauvinistic of us though, isn’t it?’ I suggested as I pondered the thought.

  ‘How so, Sir?’

  ‘Why should I expect any woman to be chaste for me, especially with my rather chequered track record?’

  ‘Men were meant to sow their oats, Sir. It’s our purpose in life. The more women we sleep with, the more likely we are to impregnate one and therefore the species continues. It’s the law of nature. Women only want to copulate with men who have the skills to make them enjoy it. We only get the skills by practicing and it’s our job to coax that vixen out of our more reserved partners.’

  ‘Well maybe with our old fashioned attitudes, we’d deserve it if we ended up on the wrong side of a black widow and got decapitated during the act,’ I laughed. I remembered my time with Paige Hessington, now she’d been a few biscuits short of a packet and I’d literally feared for my life as I tried to pry her off my body when it came time for me to leave.

  ‘Maybe so, Sir, but what a way to go,’ he chuckled. ‘Can I ask what’s got you going down this rather deep line of thought?’

  ‘It just came to me tonight, that even I have standards and lines that I’m not prepared to cross.’

  ‘A sex club was one of those lines?’

  ‘Not the club itself, the …’ I looked down to see if Yasmin was still sleeping. Judging by the wide open mouth with her tongue slightly hanging out and a string of drool dangling from its tip, I assumed, given her vanity, she wasn’t faking sleep. ‘Watching a woman take that many men at once, I found it quite a turn off.’

  ‘You, Sir?!’ he winked at me in the rear view mirror.

  ‘I know,’ I chuckled. ‘Marvel at the concept.’

  ‘Maybe you’re changing and realising that sex isn’t just all about having a good time.’

  ‘If not having a good time isn’t key, then what do you think it’s all about?’ I enquired.

  ‘A deep connection with someone you really care about, someone you,’ he coughed before he said the next word, as if I’d find it even more dirty than what I’d just witnessed earlier, ‘love.’

  ‘But what if sex with someone you love isn’t as good as the sex you had before? You may not have realised this about me James, but I’m a pretty sexual guy,’ I deadpanned.

  ‘That you are, Sir,’ he laughed. ‘I can assure you, with my previous history and experience, I’d never have believed it either, but when you find that special someone you love, and with whom you’re compatible in the bedroom, it’s mind blowing.’

  ‘Really,’ I nodded. ‘So you and Mrs. Smith?’

  ‘A gentleman should never share, Sir,’ he replied, but I saw a proud smile play across his face.

  ‘Understood James, thank you.’

  ‘You’re welcome. I’ll just add the imparting of sage wisdom fee to your invoice.’

  ‘Mrs. Taylor’s invoice,’ I chuckled, before turning to gaze out of the window and ponder his observations. My mind kept going over how amazing sex with Summer had been, how even being gentle with her was better than all the vigorous sex I’d had over the years, I could only imagine what really fucking her the way I wanted to would feel like. God damn it, I was stiff again. What bloody hold did that woman have over me?

  Yasmin

  I arched my back with a groan and lazily opened my eyes, smiling to realise that my head was on Logan’s lap and he was smiling down at me. Eoin should thank his lucky stars he was loaded, or I’d have ditched him in a heartbeat for Logan.

  ‘Hi, how are you feeling now?’

  ‘Better thanks, rather stiff, just like you.’ I rolled over and reached for his zip and his hand shot out to stop me. I looked up at him confused. He flicked his eyes to his driver. ‘O, so now you’re bothered!’

  ‘Filthy was your fantasy, not mine.’

  ‘Please,’ I laughed. ‘You’re the filthiest man I know.’

  ‘Really?’ he looked at me surprised.

  ‘Ok, maybe that’s the wrong word for you. Horniest.’

  ‘Maybe,
but we’re living out your fantasy tonight, then I’ll take you home, get you bathed and clean and then I’ll look after you properly.’

  ‘What are we doing now then?’ I asked and saw his lips curl into a wicked smile.

  ‘You’re about to find out,’ he advised as the car pulled to a stop. ‘Lift your head so I can get out.’ I struggled upright, tugging my coat over my nakedness, which made me giggle, like it had bothered me earlier, Logan climbed out and shut the door. I wondered if he was going to get his driver into the back of the car to screw me. He looked well built, probably in his mid-fifties, not unattractive. I bit my lip as I watched the rear view mirror to catch his eye, but he kept his gaze ahead, looking out of the windscreen. There was a knock on the driver’s window, which made me jump and he got out too. I could hear voices, but couldn’t make out what they were saying. Then the driver got back in the car and shut his door and I looked around as mine was opened. ‘Take off your coat and close your eyes, I don’t want the surprise being ruined.’

  ‘Logan Steele, what are you up to?’ I giggled as I did as I was told.

  ‘Do you trust me?’

  ‘Yes,’ I answered immediately.

  ‘Then keep your eyes closed until I tell you to open them,’ he ordered as he slipped an arm under my legs and carefully lifted me out of the car into his arms. I shivered as I felt a chilly breeze skate across my naked skin, I was only in my stockings, suspenders and heels. I frowned as I heard the crunch of leaves and twigs. I suddenly felt him lowering me and cold metal against my backside. ‘Spread your legs, let me see that pink, let me feel how wet you are,’ he whispered in my ear. I did automatically and squealed with delight as I felt his fingers slide inside me.

  ‘Logan,’ I gasped as I carefully felt behind me and felt more metal, which I palmed to support myself and flexed my pelvis as his digits started to roughly pump in and out of me. I twisted my head to the left as I heard a noise. ‘Logan?’

  ‘Remember you asked for filth, but if you call out my name again, everything will stop. Open your eyes, Yasmin.’

  I did and quickly shut them again as I was dazzled by a set of headlights on full beam. I lifted one hand to shield my eyes and slowly squinted and gasped, tightening my vaginal muscles around the set of fingers that I thought belonged to Logan, shocked to see a complete stranger smirking at me as he thrust in and out. An ugly fat stranger.

  ‘What the hell?’ I spat as I realised I was in the middle of some kind of dense wood and there were another three not particularly attractive or toned guys standing with their cocks hanging out, as I sat on the lowered tail gate of a pickup truck. Anyone else would probably have screamed, or yanked this guy’s digits out of their pussy, but I felt myself creaming his fingers at the thrill of it as I desperately looked for Logan. I couldn’t see him anywhere.

  ‘I’m here, don’t worry. The minute you shout my name this all stops Yasmin, but you’re not going to, are you? You want these strangers to touch you, to kiss you, to pull on those big fat nipples and knead your plump tits, to pump their fingers into your sopping wet cunt before they fuck you, one after another then make you swallow all of their come. You wanted filthy, well you’ve got it. This park on the outskirts of London, is one of the most popular dogging sites, where horny guys come hoping there’ll be a woman that they can treat like a whore and you currently have four of them ready to do just that. Do you want to leave? Or do you want to get seriously depraved?’ he called.

  ‘Depraved,’ I groaned as I grabbed the stranger’s wrist and forced him further into me as the rest of the guys surged forward. Seriously, could this evening get any better?

  Logan

  I shook my head, I hadn’t been convinced she’d go for it, stupid me. As far as she was concerned we were at a popular dogging site, what she didn’t know was that we were at the bottom of a private garden that belonged to a large Georgian estate owned by John Westcott. This property of John’s was where he ran one of the biggest swinging venues on the outskirts of London. For an agreed fee, which had been added to Yasmin’s invoice, he’d agreed to source a bank of his regulars who’d be interested in getting to fuck someone outdoors. Even without Yasmin’s description, we’d been oversubscribed with offers, all of whom had already been vetted by John for exclusive membership anyway, so we’d listed the most unattractive of them and pulled twelve names out of a hat, and just to be safe I’d had Ian run even more detailed profiles on them, before selecting four of them. I couldn’t afford for some psycho to rough her up, not on my watch. That was why James was here as back up, ready to spring into action if required. He was in the car with an eye mask on, listening to his iPod with his full beams lighting up the back of the Nissan Navara, where the tailgate had been lowered for her to sit or lie back on.

  Picking your average run of the mill guy had been an inspired choice, Yasmin was all about standards, so I’d figured that having a fat sweaty dude fuck her would make it feel even more filthy. I kept catching glimpses of her face, contorted with pleasure, through the four men surrounding her, grasping, stroking and squeezing and could hear her cries of pleasure. It actually made me feel nauseous, and there was no sign of my infamous regular erection anywhere to be seen. I had no idea how I was going to get it up and keep it up to fuck her later. Much as I’d given her everything she’d asked for so far tonight, I was still part of that package and if I didn’t want my reputation ruined, I was going to have to make good. I just couldn’t reconcile the girl I’d met four years ago with this one, currently screaming as some stranger impaled her again. Mind you, I guess I was a stranger the day I took her into the toilets at Wembley stadium. Damn, I seriously was a hypocrite. I was criticising her for having sex with strangers, when that was how I made my money. I wanted to be able to fuck sexually liberated women, just not know how liberated they were. Or in this case see and hear it, but I had to keep watching, to make sure they were all using rubbers as instructed. I watched as the back of the pickup shook, while one guy pounded into her and another squatted over her face as she sucked on his dangling hairy balls and the excited chatter of the other two cut through the otherwise silent wood. Suddenly she was lifted from the back of the truck, and lowered onto another guys cock as he anchored his feet and braced his knees and she clung to his neck as he gripped her thighs. Another guy tucked in behind her and angled himself into her backside and she howled like a wolf as they both rammed into her. Her fake silicone tits bounced with each thrust before they were grabbed and squeezed so hard I feared they’d split and someone would be knocked out by a flying projectile of squishy serial numbered plastic.

  What the hell was I doing? Was this really the life I wanted to keep living? Endless empty fucks for money? I already owned a flash sports car, a luxury apartment, the clothes and accessories and had a nest egg set aside that would give me a comfortable income for years to come. I could live really comfortably off the charges I made from my personal training, especially as I had a number of high profile clients. So it wasn’t like I needed the money. Then why was I still doing this? I ran my hands over my face as I realised why. Because I hadn’t had a reason not to. Until last week. Until I’d met Summer and she’d woken something up inside of me, something I didn’t even know I was missing until I’d experienced that night with her. A need to be able to really care for someone and be cared for that much in return. Had I really been so blinkered in my current lifestyle that I’d not opened my eyes and realised what I was missing? Some normality in my life, a woman I could love and treat like a princess while still having seriously hot monogamous sex? I let out a chuckle, you could take the sex out of the job, but not the sex out of the man. Hot sex was a given when it came to me. Maybe I needed to think of retiring Logan Steele and just be me. Start going out and dating again, maybe find someone who set off some spark in me like she had. Damn her for having booked that bloody appointment and ruining me. I’d gone damn hard thinking about her again, about what I’d like to have done to her and would never g
et the chance to do again. As I heard Yasmin screaming I growled, quickly unzipped myself and ripped open a condom packet with my teeth and covered myself, before striding over.

  ‘Put her down. Now. Face down on the back of the truck,’ I barked. I was going to fuck Yasmin the way I wished I’d been able to fuck Summer, taking her other virginal hole hard and fast. This was what I needed to forget her. I needed a reminder that I wasn’t built for making love with a sweet woman, I was born to fuck sexually adventurous ones, who knew what they wanted and weren’t afraid to ask for it. Maybe Logan Steele actually was the real me after all.