by Lily Harlem
At the end, I blew out my breath and peered right. A slim aisle ran to the far wall, nothing of interest to see. To my left was the same sight except for a partially open door at the end. Light spilled out of the gap and drew me towards it. I crept, conscious that even my breathing was too loud. The low murmur of voices reached me, two males, one of them definitely Liuz. My pulse thudded in my ears, and I had that horrible feeling in my stomach that I should get out of here pretty damn quick. My instincts screamed for me to turn around and go back the way I had come, to run across the wastelands and jump on a bus that would take me home. But a journalist never backed out, never balked at the first sign of a few nerves; so I continued on until I reached the end. I settled myself in the corner, able to see through the gap in the door.
An office of sorts lay beyond. The corner of a cheap wooden desk and an equally cheap, listing bookcase behind it brought to mind every warehouse office I’d ever seen on TV: sparse, walls of bare plaster, the room not designed for comfort but functionality. I couldn’t see Liuz or whoever he was talking to. Their conversation was muted, a rumble of sound that gave me the impression they were conscious they might be overheard. I guessed that workers perhaps came in and out of here at any given time and the men in the office had to be careful.
Just my luck to get caught by one of them.
I strained my ears, eager to pick up any snippet I could, eager to learn more about the man I obsessed over. I cursed myself for not pulling out my camera earlier, but then again, maybe that was a good thing. The shutter going off, if I managed to get a good shot, would alert them to my presence. And who was to say there was anything worth taking a picture of anyway?
‘I told you,’ Liuz said, raising his voice. ‘I do not have it.’
‘And I told you,’ another man said, voice a broad Cockney accent full of menace, ‘that if you didn’t have it by today, you’d have to give me something of monetary equivalence.’
Liuz chuckled, the sound rough and with a slight edge that made me think he wasn’t actually laughing in the laughing sense. ‘I do not have anything worth that amount, you know this.’
‘Then you shouldn’t have entered the deal.’
The deal? What the hell was going on?
‘I thought the person who I was going to sell to was solid,’ Liuz said. ‘I did not expect him to back out.’
‘Much like I didn’t expect this from you. So now we both know how the other feels, yeah?’
That other voice was heavy with danger, and I swallowed to wet my suddenly dry throat. Inching forward, I stared through the crack between the door and jamb, making out a high window, sunlight streaming through it to shine on a beefcake of a man standing in a black leather jacket, tight black jeans, and not a strand of hair on his gangster-type head. He looked to be about thirty-five, all brawn and attitude. My God, I didn’t know what was the matter with me lately, but he sent my knees weak. He was dodgy, I knew that just by looking at him, and the way he stared ahead, presumably at Liuz, with a cold, beady-eyed black stare, had me sucking in a breath.
‘When did he back out?’ Beefcake asked, pulling his hands out of his pockets and examining the gun he held as though it was nothing more than a toy.
My stomach rolled and bile rose into my throat, coating the back of my tongue. Bloody hell! I was well and truly stuck between a rock and a hard place here, my need to know what was going on keeping me in place but my instincts screaming for me to get the hell out and run for the hills.
‘Last night,’ Liuz said. ‘By telephone.’
‘Ah, the worst kind of bloke,’ Beefcake said. ‘I suppose I should be grateful you at least turned up here to tell me to my face.’ He looked around then at the high ceiling, placing the gun in one hand as if he’d use the damn thing any minute. ‘The problem is, I’m out of pocket, and that just won’t do.’ He paused. ‘Will it? So, what can you give me, mate, because I sure as shit don’t want the goods back now you’ve opened the boxes. You need to pay me before the end of the day.’
‘I have nothing, I told you that. Nothing until I can sell them to someone else, and that takes time to set up. To build trust.’
‘Trust!’ Beefcake laughed, loud and hearty. ‘That’s fucking rich, that is. Come on, think. There must be something you can give me.’
‘There is nothing. Just allow me to set up a sale with someone else. Give me a week.’
‘A week? A fucking week? You’re taking the piss, mate. No, I want payment by tonight.’ Beefcake lifted the gun and waved it around.
I winced, trying to hold back a shriek.
‘Or you lose a leg. Or an arm. Or maybe one of my fellas will bash in your kneecaps. Choice is yours, really. Lots of choices and all.’
Silence stretched for a while between them, taut, tangible. I studied Beefcake in the lull. He was incredibly sexy in a don’t-fuck-with-me kind of way, exuding shedloads of menace and sacks full of I’ve-killed-without-a-second’s-thought. He shouldn’t be making me quiver with – with what? Need? Longing? The desire for an extreme bit of rough in my life? – but he was – even though I fancied myself in love with Liuz.
‘There is one thing,’ Liuz said, jerking me out of my musings. ‘But you may not want it. I have no money, but I can give you a good time as payment.’
‘You can fuck right off!’ Beefcake said. ‘I’m not that way inclined, mate.’
‘No, no, you misunderstand me. I meant a woman.’
‘Fuck that. Women are ten a penny.’
‘This one is different, I assure you.’
Beefcake slid his gun back into his pocket and bunched his hands into fists at his sides. ‘In what way?’
‘She will do anything I say. Anything you want.’
Oh, God, he was talking about me, wasn’t he?
‘So you reckon. Bet she isn’t into taking it up the ass, though. None of them are, not really. They might let you do it but they don’t enjoy it.’
‘This one will and she loves it, loves everything you can give her.’
‘You sound a bit sure of yourself, mate.’
‘I am, because I promise you, she will do anything I tell her to. She will come over and over, milking your cock with her hot little pussy until you feel like she is draining your blood through your balls.’
Beefcake was silent.
‘Anything,’ Liuz repeated in a thick, gritty voice. ‘Anything at all.’
Oh my God, he made me sound pathetic, but he was right. I would do anything for Liuz, even fucking that man there, and what’s more, I think I’d enjoy it.
Beefcake chuckled. ‘All right, I’ll give her a go. Bring her here to me tonight.’
‘No, you come to my place. That way you know where I live in case she does not fulfil the payment, yes? I will not run from what I owe. I want to build trust with you.’
‘One round with her ain’t going to cut it.’
‘How many do you want?’
‘I’ll decide that later, once I’ve seen whether her ass is worth fucking again. Write down your address.’
Beefcake stepped out of view, and while they were occupied, I took the chance to get out of the warehouse, my mind whirling with images of that man shoving his cock into my ass, his hands all over me while Liuz watched, maybe even joined in. Could I do that? Would I?
I knew I damn well would.
Outside, I hiked in a long breath of crisp air and ran over the wastelands, ignoring the twinge in my ankle. The urge to laugh bubbled inside me. Liuz would be emailing me today after all, and I needed to get home fast in order to reply promptly.
At the bus stop, I waited, tapping my boot on the pavement, excitement spiralling through me at tremendous speed. I was going to get a good fucking, I knew it. I’m already wet at the thought and my bottom was clenching in anticipation.
Chapter Seven
I arrived home, dashed into my office and booted up the laptop. Only then did I start stripping off my layers and examine my now-throbbing ankle. It was sw
ollen over the inner joint and a mauve bruise was settling in the dip below. I poured a medicinal glass of wine and opened my email.
Sure enough, there was a message from Liuz. It had been sent fifteen minutes earlier.
‘Hello, Aniolku, I hope you will not let me down tonight. I am very much looking forward to making a whore of you again.’
‘I still have a report to write.’
I couldn’t resist playing with him. I knew I would go to his flat in a few hours’ time. How could I resist? But he’d dismissed me last night, kept me hanging, so now it was my turn to make him sweat a little.
‘I watched myself fucking you this afternoon, and could not help jerking off again. You are so damn sexy, so fucking dirty. I love the way you sound when you come, when you hold your breath and then squeak the air out in strangled cries and yelps. Let me make you sound like that again, soon, tonight. I need to hear your pleasure echo around my room and feel your pussy milk my dick.’
Oh, he needed me all right. To pay his debts. Any normal woman would tell him to fuck right off. Why should anybody be used? Why should I be used? More to the point, why should I let some brute shove his cock up my little virginal ass in order to pay Liuz’s debts? Dodgy debts, not bank manager debts, but East End gangster debts for God only knew what illegal merchandise.
Liuz didn’t know where I lived. I could just block his emails. I would never have to have contact with such a depraved, moral-less man again. It would all be over in an instant.
End of.
Stop.
Of course, that wasn’t going to happen. Liuz had become my everything, my whole world, and the meaning of my existence. Not to mention my warped sanity depended on going to him and being made to feel like a dirty, worthless slut again. If I didn’t I’d go insane pacing my flat, masturbating, tearing at my hair, my nails.
I knew sooner or later I’d need to seriously examine where these new depraved needs had come from. Had I been repressed about sex in my teens? Was I hiding some weird degrading sexual experience deep in my memory, kind of like a blackout, but it was something I’d enjoyed even though I knew I shouldn’t? Guilt was a powerful emotion, it could do strange things. Perhaps I’d been a whore in a previous existence and this was the afterlife catching up with me.
I shook my head and gulped my wine. Now was not the time to examine my own Freudian psyche or think about glitches in reincarnation. Not when getting fucked up the ass loomed before me like a warped treat. A trip to the West End it was not, but it thrilled me utterly.
The idea of a cock in my ass was not new. In fact, Liuz and I had talked about it often over the last few weeks. He’d told me he would love to take my anal virginity. Open my delicate sphincter with his fingers, ease out the tightness before slotting in his wide dick. He said he would be gentle the first time, but the first time only. Then I’d have to take it like any other dirty bitch would. Hard and fast and right to the root of his cock every time he pushed in.
‘I have another two hours’ work to do at least,’ I told him as butterflies fluttered in my belly.
‘And then come to me. You know I will make it worth your while. Now that we have met I have an even better understanding of what your horny little body needs. I have seen into your soul, Hannah, seen what filth exists there and how it needs satisfying, indulging. You know I am the only one who knows how to make you feel that way.’
Sweat pricked its way up my spine, settled around my shoulders and onto my chest. An image of myself naked and on all fours in his dingy room filled my mind. Liuz and Beefcake were there, looking at me, touching me, probing their fingers inside me front and back as they discussed what they would do to my body. Who would fuck me first, who wanted to fuck my mouth, my pussy, my ass. I would be nervous, but not about anything physical. Just about letting Liuz down. He needed me to help him with his debt. He was offering me to someone he needed to impress. Surely that made me a prized possession. My obedience, my sluttiness was something he was proud of, wanted to show off.
‘I’ll do my best to be at yours in two.’
And besides, even if he hadn’t met with Beefcake and needed my services tonight, he’d still said this morning that he wanted to explore my slutty tendencies again this evening.
Further proof that we were meant to be together.
* * *
I dallied getting ready. Shaved my entire pussy while bending over like a contortionist in the shower, and slathered my body in a rich body butter that smelled of vanilla. OK, I was a slut, but I could still smell nice.
The bus was late. I stepped on, highly aware of my itzy-bitzy skirt riding up my thighs. An old guy with a bulbous nose ogled my legs as I moved along the aisle. He made me feel dirty and cheap, but not in a good way.
As I walked down Liuz’s street I noticed that it must be refuse collection the next morning. Several sagging black bags burst from the tops of kerb-side wheelie bins, their indeterminable contents bulging and drooping over the rims. One had been pulled open, probably by a hungry, agile cat, and big white birds, gulls, fought over what looked like a half-eaten kebab.
After being buzzed in, I entered Liuz’s building. Murky air embraced me. It was stronger than last night. I guessed it was the absence of any type of breeze to agitate the atmosphere. The scent settled in my nostrils, and even though it was stale, like smoke, sweaty bodies and dusty rooms, to me it was an aphrodisiac and my pussy clenched at the olfactory stimulation.
Once again, the decorated blindfold rested over the handle of number two. I reached for it with confident hands. I wouldn’t be nervous, I refused to be. If Beefcake was in there waiting to bugger my ass I would be brave and stoic, learn to love it for Liuz’s sake.
I rapped on the door, wondering if a camera was rolling.
‘Hi, my Aniolku.’
I was tugged forward, and the musky, tobacco-laden scent of Liuz, which I could now identify, became intense.
‘I am so glad my dirty bitch has arrived,’ he said.
I could hear a note of relief in his voice and, being the double agent I was, knew why it was there.
The door slammed shut, my bag fell to the floor again, and I allowed him to scoop me into his arms. The next thing I knew, in my black world, he was kissing me, eagerly, hungrily. He probed his tongue between my teeth and set up a fast and possessive kiss.
I melted into him, my legs sinking as though standing on soft sand, my body boneless as I allowed him to support me. His kiss was so full of passion and hunger it made me feel more alive than ever before. I didn’t think I would ever get enough of him.
‘Ah, fuck yeah, you are all I need, so damn horny,’ he said. ‘Tonight you are going to enjoy being the filthy slut you so want to be.’
His breaths were hot in the shell of my ear, his words like an electric current to my clit. As he kissed around my neck and squeezed my bottom cheeks, I wondered when Beefcake would join the groping.
‘Come, this way,’ Liuz instructed. The relief had slipped from his voice. He was in role now. The dominant orchestrator of my fantasies was back.
I tottered forward on my heels, waiting for the pressure in the small of my spine that would once again bend me over the table. But it didn’t come. Instead, he pressed on my shoulders and urged me to my knees.
Sharp, mean carpet dug into my flesh, the sort of material that would burn if even the smallest amount of friction was generated over it.
‘Suck my dick, slut, I want it good and hard before you get your ass fucked.’
Get my ass fucked. Him or Beefcake? Oh my God, this was it.
I scrabbled with my fingers, found his T-shirt-covered abdomen and then, orientated, hunted out his fly. Quickly popping the buttons, I was aware of saliva pooling in my cheeks, weeping onto my tongue. The taste of his cock was one of the most exquisite flavours I had ever known and I was desperate for it again.
‘Yeah, that’s it, get it out,’ he said, his words abrasive and his accent thick. ‘Suck me good like you did
last night.’
Thick, meaty flesh filled my palm. Silk on steel and so hot it almost burned. The pulse within was fast and urgent and when I squeezed, he groaned.
My blindness slowed me for a moment, but I soon found his salty slit and licked. His fingers threaded into my stumpy haircut.
Then he was sliding into my mouth. I stretched my jaw wide, aware of my teeth scraping over his shaft.
‘Ah, yes, yes, like that,’ he murmured, shifting his hips forward.
My nose was buried in his pubic hair, and his glans hit my throat. I searched for his scrotum and rolled the soft sacs.
‘Yes, oh yes, now suck, suck me,’ he said, cupping one hand beneath my chin, stroking my stretched jawline with his thumb.
I set up small gulping motions with the back of my tongue, sucking and pulling him in. Still holding his balls, I gently dragged my nails over the wrinkled skin. Each gasp and appreciative whimper he made had moisture seeping from my pussy.
After a few minutes he pulled out. ‘So good, so good, but now, now it is your turn.’
The anticipation of those few seconds was like waiting for all my birthdays and Christmases to come at once. My belly curled in excitement and my clit bobbed and swelled.
Where was Beefcake?
‘Up here,’ Liuz said, manoeuvering me to a standing position. ‘Lie on the bed and take off your panties.’
He directed me to the bed. The crumpled material was soft on my palms and the mattress thin when I sat.
Quickly, I slipped off my underwear. The gusset was damp and warm. I began to get myself into a kneeling position, on all fours, but he stopped me.
‘No, stay on your back.’