Dirty Bad Strangers(51)
“Thanks for coming.”
“Long fucking time no see,” he said. “Got some garbled message from Steve Dean, what’s going on? This about that shit in the papers?”
“No,” I said. “The papers are an unfortunate hindrance.”
“To what?”
I spat it out. “The old days, Rich. They were fun, right?”
He smiled. “Wild, yeah. Didn’t think I’d hear you going on about that shit anytime soon. Thought that was all done.”
“It was. Until I met someone.”
“Not April, I assume?”
I laughed aloud. “What do you think?”
“I think Hell might freeze fucking over first. So, who is this girl?”
“I met her on chatline a few months ago. Her name is Gemma. She wants to be fucked by strange men. Lots of them.”
His turn to laugh. “Like her, do you?”
“Enough to want to see her fucked raw by a load of strange men,” I laughed. “I’m not sure that makes it the real deal.”
He smirked. “Who gives a fuck? I’ll nail her, if that’s what you’re asking. Engagement broke up a while back, could do with a good fuck.”
“It’s going to be a bit harder with all this press shit going down. I was hoping I could be there, but I’m going to have to rain check. I’ll find another way to make my presence known.”
“Yeah, whatever. You want me to fuck her, on my own?”
“First time,” I smiled. “If you’re up for that. She’ll be blindfolded and you’ll be anonymous. Then we’ll get something together, you, me, Steve, and the Carlisle brothers if they want in.”
“They’ll want in. Saw them a few weeks back, pulling some drunk bird and taking her back for a Carlisle sandwich.”
“Bring them in the loop, if you can.”
“Will do,” he said. “So, when do you want me?”
I told him the plan.
Chapter Fourteen
Gemma
Jason: I need your schedule for the week.
The message pinged as I was grinding my toes into the testicles of some gruff old guy who must have been at least seventy. It put me off my stride and the caller hung up, leaving me free to text back. His reply came much quicker than I expected.
Jason: 4pm today. You’ll get the tube to Elephant & Castle. Take your blindfold. Dress for sex. Text me when you arrive at the other end. Understand?
My fingers trembled as I texted back a shaky Yes.
I looked over my shoulder every step of the way, checking out every man on the platform, then every man on the tube, as my mind went into overdrive. The station was quiet when I sent my arrival text, and he called back instantly. His voice sounded hollow, like he was in a cave. Or a bathroom.
“Down the street to your left, keep walking. You will see a pub, the Black Swan. I want you to go inside, straight to the back, toilets are downstairs. Don’t speak a word, just make your way down and stand in a cubicle. I want you facing the toilet, legs spread with your blindfold on. Understand?”
“Yes.”
“Text me when you get there.”
“Okay.”
“Good girl. I hope you’re ready for this.”
I hoped so, too.
I was shaking like a leaf when the pub came into view. It was open, as promised, with a few old boys sat at the bar and nobody else besides. I wondered if any of them would be joining me, unsure if the idea excited or repulsed me. I went down the dimly lit stairs and entered the toilets and hurried into a cubicle. My mouth was paper-dry, legs like jelly. I folded my coat onto the cistern, then sent the arrival text. He rang immediately.
“Talk to me, dirty girl, are you ready?”
“Yes.”
“I want you to put the phone on speaker and place it on the cistern. I want to hear everything.”
“You aren’t coming?”
“No,” he said, simply. “Do you trust me?”
I must have been fucking crazy. “Yes, I trust you.”
“Good girl.” His breath was fast, excited. “In a few minutes a man is going to come down and find you. He’s going to take you rough, from behind. He’s going to fuck that sweet little pussy and you’re going to enjoy it. You’re going to moan for me, tell me how good he feels. You’re going to let him do whatever I’ve asked him to do, and you’re going to come for me.”
“Oh fuck, Jason...” Panic threatened, adrenaline racing. I fought the urge to run.
“Do you want this?” he said. “Play with those gorgeous tits and tell me you want this.”
I teased a nipple through my dress. It was hard, ready. My thighs were warm. “Yes, I want this. Oh fuck, Jason, I want this.”