Dirty Bad Strangers

by Jade West

  “I feel like death,” she groaned.

  I handed her a mug of coffee while she scrolled through her phone. I’d already checked mine. Nothing from Jason. I wished I wasn’t as disappointed as I felt.

  Chelsea’s fingers were frantic on her handset, eyes turning to saucers. “Oh my fucking God.”

  “What?”

  She shoved the phone at me. “Claudia Lancett’s been pinging me all fucking morning.”

  “And?” I quizzed, trying to make sense of the image in front of me.

  “And, that’s me on that photo.”

  I could see her blonde extensions, her pink dress, the same one she was wearing right now. “In Kings?”

  “Yes!”

  I took a closer look. She had her arms wrapped around someone, his hands on her shoulders as she practically chewed his face off. It looked intense. “That’s him, then?” He was blurry, but I guessed it was obvious if you knew who you were looking for. “Timely snap. You look cosy.”

  “They’re all talking about me, all of them. Claudia, and Melanie and that bitch Anthea Reynolds who models for Diva.”

  “Let them talk,” I groaned. “Who cares.”

  “I care,” she said, and she was smiling. “They all want to know how I pulled Jason Redfern. Little nobody Chelsea, pulling the superstar Singers’ defender. Jesus, Gemma, I’m the talk of London. The picture’s trending on Twitter.” She downed her coffee and grabbed her things, smoothing her extensions in the mirror and slapping on a fresh layer of foundation. “Gotta go.”

  “What’s put a rocket up your ass?” I laughed. “You haven’t even put your lipstick on.”

  “Meeting up with the girls for lunch.”

  The girls. The same girls she’d been crying over the night before, bemoaning how spiteful and nasty and snidey they were with her at auditions.

  “Really? You want to hang around with those bitches?”

  “They aren’t bitches.” She rolled her eyes. “I was just drunk.”

  I rolled mine right back. “Sure you were.”

  “I was.”

  “Whatever you say,” I smiled. “At least stay for toast or something.”

  “Nah, I’ll catch you later. Thanks for last night, you’re the best.”

  Clearly not. Clearly Claudia Lancett and her gaggle of witches are the best. I bit my tongue.

  Turns out I’d be biting it a whole lot longer.

  ***

  Jason

  “What the holy fuck is this, Jason? You stupid fucking asshole!”

  April launched herself on the bed at me, slapping at my face as I jolted to consciousness. I grabbed her wrists, pulling her tight to me, close enough to wrench the phone from her fingers. “What the fuck are you doing?! What the fuck are you talking about?!”

  I scrolled through the news article, some fucking shitty tabloid spouting shit, but then there was me, a blurry picture of me as Gemma’s silly blonde friend attempted to snog my face off. Pissing hell.

  “This isn’t how it looks.”

  “It never is!” she spat. “Who the fuck is she?”

  “Just some girl. I pushed her away. Seriously, April, I was home before two. Alone. She was just some girl I helped out in the queue.”

  “And she helped herself in return, did she? I’m not fucking stupid, Jason.”

  “She thought I was interested, that’s all. Whole thing was a fucking embarrassment.”

  “You’re the fucking embarrassment, Jason. You’ve made a fool out of me yet again!”

  I groaned and pulled a pillow over my face. “This is bullshit. Another fucking tabloid piece of bullshit.”

  “You’re fucking kissing her!”

  “She’s kissing me. I was pushing her away.”

  “Doesn’t fucking look like it!”

  “Never fucking does.”

  “Why did you help the silly bitch?”

  I sighed. “Bouncers turned her away.”

  “Why?!”

  My heart pounded. “She had a friend with her, who didn’t meet their stupid fucking dress code. I was helping them out, and the blonde took it the wrong way. I pushed her away and came home. End of drama.”

  April chewed her manicured nails, which is never a good sign. “This is going to fucking ruin us, Jason. We’ll be a fucking laughing stock. You’re a stupid, selfish sonofabitch, you know that? A weasily piece of fucking shit. Helping out some stupid little slags in a fucking club somewhere, and look where it’s got you, asshole. You’re so fucking stupid!”

  “Fucking hell.” I dragged myself out of bed. “Give it a fucking rest.”

  “What am I expected to do now, hey? Tell me!”

  “Same as always. Smile for the cameras and tell them what a big pile of fucking bullshit it is. Tell them how I was home at two a.m. and fucked your pissy little brains out. Gush about how in love we are, and how you know I’d never do such a horrible thing, you know, all the crap you normally come out with. You’re a good fucking liar, April, you’ll pull it off just fine.”

  She stared at me with dagger eyes while I pulled my jeans on. “Never again, Jason Redfern. You’re never going out on your own again, you understand me? You go, we go. Simple as that.”

  “Whatever.”

  “I mean it, Jason. No clubs, no fucking late nights at Steve’s, no stupid chatline calls. NOTHING!”

  “Or else what?”

  “Don’t push me,” she seethed. “Don’t fucking push me!”

  My gut twisted with rage. “I’m fucking pushing. What the fuck are you threatening?”

  She folded her arms, eyes bulging. “I’ll destroy you. I’ll go to the media and I’ll tell them what a sick piece of shit you are. I’ll tell them about the chatline sluts, and the seedy gang bangs, and your little-boy hang-ups about your dad. I’ll write a fucking book. Sell a million fucking copies. And all of it will be about you, and your pathetic little problems and your pathetic little life. How about that for a career climax? All your dirty underwear in the daily papers? Wouldn’t Daddy be fucking proud of you then, you filthy bastard!”

  I slammed the fucking door so hard the whole fucking house shook.

  I sat watching the rain through the windscreen. Staring out at fields towards nowhere, Range Rover pulled off road with the wipers on full. Sitting. Thinking. Waiting.

  My phone pinged, and I dreaded the message, but this time it wasn’t April.

  Gemma: I’m breaking etiquette. Had a shitty night, was hoping to hear from you but I guess whatever came up is still up. Hope you’re ok. xx

  I pictured Powell’s hands on her hips, his cock grinding against her ass. Anger and a hard-on always make an interesting combination.

  Where are you?

  The reply came in a heartbeat.

  Gemma: Home. Alone. xx

  I rubbed my cock through my jeans. Irrational anger, and frustration. And jealousy. I was fucking jealous. And horny. And desperate.

  Be ready in an hour. On your fucking knees.

  I only waited long enough to check her response.

  Gemma: I’ll be waiting. xx

  ***

  Chapter Thirteen

  Jason

  I was late. Well over an hour.

  My cock twitched in my jeans at the thought of her waiting for me; thighs spread wide and her fingers on her sweet little clit. She wouldn’t dare take the blindfold off. I knew her well enough to know that.

  I grabbed the package from the backseat, pulling my cap down lower to hide my eyes, then made my way up to her. I was still churning, wounded to breaking point.

  A little moan as I pushed open the door. She was already well on her way, cheeks flushed pink, just the way I like them. Her peachy nipples poked through the black lace of her slip, begging to be sucked. Or bitten. I imagined savaging them and enjoying the sounds of her pain.

  My dirty girl. My sweet little Gemma and her need for cock. Any cock.

  Powell’s cock.

  I stripped without a word, and
she didn’t break the silence. Then I opened the package, letting her hear me.

  “A present for you. Or maybe a present for me. I’ll let you decide.”

  “What is it?” she whispered.

  “You’ll find out soon enough,” I barked. “Get to your feet.”

  She did as she was told.

  “I want you to dance for me. I want you to dance like a filthy little slut, showing me how much you love cock. I want you to dance like you’re in a club and the whole room is watching, a roomful of dick all hungry to plug that juicy snatch of yours. You’d take it, wouldn’t you, dirty girl? You’d take all that cock for me. You’d love it, too.”

  A groan from her throat told me all I needed to know.

  “Dance for me.”

  “I need music...” she breathed. “There’s a CD in the player...”

  I scouted the room with my cock in my hand, finding it under the TV. The music was heavier than I’d expected, deep bass with melodic guitars.

  “...I won’t be as good if I can’t see.”

  “Dance,” I said. “Now, Gemma.”

  She swayed at first, only gently. Shifting her weight from side to side with her hands on her hips as she settled into the music. She hitched her little slip, showing off the glistening heat of her thighs, then up, until I could see the mound of her beautiful pussy tight in her panties.

  “Take them off,” I said, “take the panties off.”

  Without hesitation she pushed them down and they fell to her feet. She stepped out of them and continued the gentle sway of her hips.

  “Let me see your cunt, dirty girl.”

  Her cheeks were burning, her breath catching, she shimmied her slip up to her waist. The slit of pussy moved as she swayed. Fuck, yes. She danced towards me, slowly, rocking her hips with her head held high, closing the distance between us on instinct, closer and closer, until the heat of her body found mine. Her hands found my chest, a thigh sliding between mine until her hot pussy was tight to my skin, the soft folds of her grinding against muscle. She arched at the waist, rocking herself against me, circling her hips for maximum pleasure, and draping her tangle of curls down her back.

  “That’s it, dirty girl. Show me your beautiful tits.”

  She pulled down the lace of her slip, squeezing her sweet tits in her hands for me. She tweaked at hard nipples, rolling her fingers to the beat. I retreated across the living room, pulling her with me until I took a seat on the sofa. I guided her by her hips until she was stood before me. My mouth watered and my rock-hard dick ached to be inside her.

  “Did you dance like this last night, Gemma? For other men?”

  “No,” she moaned. “Not like this.”

  “A dirty girl like you must have got some attention. Did they touch you? Tell me where they touched you.”

  She lowered herself towards my lap, lifting her slip and spreading her legs wide as she ground her hips, her pussy flushed and glistening. Fuck! “I didn’t dance with anyone,” she said. “Not really.”

  “Not really...?”A twitch of my dick in my palm. “Where did he touch you, Gemma?”

  Her breath turned ragged, and she turned her back to me, folding at the waist to spread her ass cheeks. I fought the urge to press my tongue into her puckered little hole.

  “Just one guy,” she said. “He took hold of my hips.”

  “And?”

  I heard her swallow. “He had a hard on. He pushed it against my ass.”

  “And?”

  She spread her cheeks further apart. “I could feel him, right here. His cock against me.”

  Tingles flourished through my balls and my cock lifted, strained for release. “Did he feel good?”

  Her pussy clenched. “Yes...”

  “Finger your clit and tell me you wanted him.”

  “Oh God, Jason...” Her hand darted between her legs. “I wanted cock.”

  “You wanted his cock. Tell me.”

  “I don’t know... I think maybe...”

  “You wanted his cock, Gemma.”

  A little squeak, her fingers on her clit. “Yes...”

  “You’re a dirty bad little girl. We’re going to have to set some ground rules.”

  Her pussy made such beautiful noises. “Yes... oh, yes...”

  “You’ll take cock, dirty girl, lots of cock, but all for me, and only for me. Understand?” I pressed the small of her back until she lowered herself to my lap, teasing her clit with the tip of me until she moaned. “I tell you when, I tell you where, I tell you how.”

  “Yes...”

  “I’ll always be watching, listening... always in control.”

  “Oh, fuck, yes...”

  “Last night you had another man’s hands on you... a man I didn’t choose...”

  “I didn’t mean it,” she breathed. “I wanted you. I wished you were there, watching. I wished you could see him touching me. I wished you could make me do it, make me take his filthy cock for you...”

  I pushed her away until she was upright. “I’m going to show you who’s in control. You’ll like it, Gemma, I promise.”

  I picked up the packaging I’d opened earlier and made sure she heard as I discarded it, made sure she heard the jangle of chains. The cuffs were heavy leather, nice and strong in my hands. She flinched as I buckled her wrists.

  “I’m not sure about this...” she breathed.

  “Tell me to stop,” I said, continuing to fasten her in shackles. She didn’t make a sound. “I may use these when I give you to my friends... dirty girls look so good when they’re doing what they’re told.” She tested the cuffs on her wrists. They didn’t budge, her wrists firmly bound together. “Down on the floor, on your knees.”

  I helped her, but she was a good girl, getting herself in position, and making no complaint as I tipped her off balance and lowered her until her cheek was pressed to the carpet, her ripe ass in the air. I spread her knees, wide, offering up her pussy as I shackled her to the spreader bar. She groaned as she struggled, and her asshole winked at me as I spread her cheeks.

  “I could give you to anyone like this... as many hard dicks as I wanted...”

  “Oh God...”

  I slapped her ass and she jolted forward. “And I can punish you so easily if you’re naughty…” I knelt behind her, running my thumb over her pussy lips. “You won’t ever take cock without my permission. Understand?”

  “Mmmm, yes...”

  I aimed a slap between her thighs and she squealed. I was so fucking hard. Hard and jealous and angry.

  “This week you’re going to have sex with two other men. You’ll never know them.”

  She rocked backwards seeking out my fingers. “Yes... oh, fuck...”

  “I’ll tell you when, and you’ll give yourself to them, however I want you to.” I positioned my cock at her asshole, desperate to push myself inside. “Tell me you want them.”

  “I want them...” she hissed. “I want all of it...”

  “Good girl.” I lurched forward, pushing my cock all the way and she let out a yelp. I wrapped her curls around my fist and fucked in long, deep strokes, in and out of her tight ass. She wasn’t prepared, no time to clean for me, no time to prepare her tight little shithole for my dick. I liked it that way. So real. So flawed and grubby and human. I snaked my hand under her, loving the bounce and slap of her tits against her belly. She juddered with every thrust, all of her so fucking soft and gorgeous, all of her taking me.

  I pinched her clit between my fingers, bringing her to the edge as she jiggled in my grip. And then I stopped.

  “You will not come, Gemma. Not today, not with me. The next time will be with someone you’ve never met, never even spoken to.”

  I pulled out of her ass, positioning myself at her face and aiming my cock right at her mouth. “Suck me off.”

  She gagged a little as she took me in, but didn’t object, taking me in deep as she struggled in her bonds. I fucking love ass to mouth, I love how dirty it feels.

/>   I didn’t take long, slapping my dick against her lips as I shot my load. I smeared it all over her face as she groaned, then kissed her deep. She tasted so fucking filthy. Perfectly unclean.

  I left her panting on her knees as I dressed myself to leave, then loosened her shackles just enough that she could free her wrists.

  “I’ll be in touch.”

  Sooner than she might think.

  ***

  Gemma

  I pulled off my blindfold then slipped off the cuffs, wiping my dirty mouth against the back of my hand.

  My stomach was churning, heart thudding. I’d never known him like that. Like I’d ever really known him.

  But I did. I did know him.

  I loosened the cuffs around my ankles, spread wide and self-conscious even in an empty room. I felt violated. Beautifully, disgustingly violated. Debased and used and ridiculously horny. He’d denied me, and I felt all the dirtier for it.

  I groaned, casting the spreader bar aside. I was all fucked up. We were all fucked up.

  But I was smiling.

  He wasn’t joking about the two men, I knew that much. My pussy ached at the thought. Would he be there? Would he tie me up and watch as they pounded the fuck out of me?

  Oh God, I hoped so.

  The text came through before I’d even cleared away.

  Jason: That was intense. I’m sorry. It’s been a tough weekend.

  My reply was easy.

  Don’t be sorry. I’m not. xx

  I got myself off on the living room floor, tangled in shackles with his cum still on my face, and then I had a fucking good shower.

  And brushed my teeth.

  Twice.

  ***

  Gemma

  Monday mornings aren’t my favourite, especially not with Tessa banging on my door at 8 a.m. I opened my eyes with a groan.

  She was fresh in from a night shift, the first I’d really seen of her all weekend.

  She slapped the newspaper down on the bed, headline clear as day for me to read.

  Chelsea scores! Rawlings 1 – 0 Redfern