A Member of the Profession
Miranda Forbes
Copyright Xcite Books 2010
Published by Xcite Books at Smashwords
ISBN 9781908086211
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The stories contained within this book are works of fiction. Names and characters are the product of the authors’ imaginations and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Contents
A Member of the Profession bt Angel Propps
Arjun’s Wedding by Carmel Lockyer
The Clearing by Chris Ross
Libertines by Cyanne
One Night Only by Alex Severn
A Member of the Profession
by Angel Propps
‘You don't understand,’ I said to the blank faced man behind the counter at the jewellery store. ‘I need to return this ring. I am no longer engaged and ... And what could I say? My bastard ex fiancé had decided to dump me three weeks before our wedding and head off to Europe for a few months with every dollar in our joint bank account. The bills from the wedding had all come due and even after my parents had given what they could I had been stuck with cancellation fees and costs that were eating away every dollar I could lay my fingers on. I was broke and desperate and I wanted the man behind the counter to allow me to return the ring so I could at least have a little money in my pocket.
‘No,’ the thin and prissy-faced man said stuffily, ‘You don't understand. You cannot return that ring for a refund because it did not come from this store.’ He said that last with a look of utter distaste that would have been funny on any other day.
‘I don't understand,’ I said angrily. ‘What do you mean it did not come from here? Here is the box and it says... ’
‘No matter what the box says, the ring did not come from here. That is not even a diamond, it is a cubic zirconia.’
I stared at him and then down at the ring he had lain on the counter like it would dirty his hand if he touched it too long. A stunning blonde stood at the long counter pretending not to hear us and I had enough time to wonder if she was there to pick out her own ring before I burst into tears. I could not help it, I was just a wreck. I grabbed the box that held the ring the bastard had given me and went out their door reflecting bitterly that he had certainly pulled a fast one on me. I had a bum ring and he had all the checking account money. I was trying to find ways to pay for everything and he was walking across good old Paris.
‘Wait,’ a husky voice said from behind me. I spun around and there she was; a tall, thin beauty in full make-up and dangerous red stilettos and a red and white designer sundress that cost more than my entire wardrobe. It was barely noon. I stood there and she came closer, I could smell the musky bitterness of her perfume, see the perfectly glossed streaks in her honey and platinum hair.
‘What do you want?’ I could hear the tiredness in my voice.
‘I couldn't help but overhear. I was wondering ... I could ... if you would like to make some money I could help you with that.’
I stared at her. She looked like a model or a life sized doll. I couldn't figure out what she wanted with me so I just asked, ‘What do you mean?’
We were standing outside the glass windows of the jewellery store and she took my arm and guided me out of the jeweller’s vision before she spoke. ‘I like sex,’ she said bluntly, ‘I like to fuck. I don't want a relationship or to be bothered with dinner and dancing or sweet words. I don't like games; I just want to get laid. If you want to let me fuck you I will pay you $1,000.’
I burst into laughter. I mean it had to be a joke. For one second I actually looked around to see if I could spot the camera crew. There I stood, all five foot five and one hundred and fifty four pounds of me. Dark brown hair that hung to my shoulders, a face that was pretty when it wasn't so worried looking. Stubborn curves of both hip and tits and thick thighs that always seemed to draw attention. Nothing special. I mean Demi Moore might get hit on like that but me?
‘OK, $2,000.’
She wasn't joking. I stood there looking at her face and the thing that kept me rooted to the spot was that simple truth. She meant it. She wanted to pay me two grand to fuck me.
‘I'm not gay.’
‘Neither am I. I am married, though, to a 74-year-old bastard who has a private eye who follows me as a career so there’s no way I can talk to men. If I could I would, believe it.’
I knew it was insane. I mean who does that kind of thing? But I kept thinking of the way the jerk behind the jewellery store counter had been fawning over her when I walked in. I kept looking at the beauty shopped hair and the perfect toenails peeking from the open toes of her stilettos. I kept thinking how much I could get done with two grand.
‘Fuck it,’ I said, ‘I'm in.’
Half an hour later I was wondering if I was crazy all over again. She had put me in her limo's plushy interior and we had chatted casually. She had whispered that there was a camera and the driver was nosy and a spy to boot so we pretended to be old college friends who had run into each other again.
We had not been inside her luxurious condominium for ten minutes before I was tied to her bed. Literally. She had me stripped bare, shoved down onto the mattress and restrained so fast I did not know what hit me. I was flat on my back with my legs hoisted high and tied to the bed posts so that they were wide open and my ass cheeks were exposed. My arms were outstretched and also tied while a hard red ball gag was shoved in between my lips before I could even think.
‘Now we are ready to fuck,’ she purred and I stared as she took the dress off. Under it she was both unbelievably beautiful and naked. Her tits were small but firm, her ass curved upwards and her belly in. Her ribs stuck out and her pussy was clean shaven. I had to fight to breathe I was so scared but turned on all at the same time. ‘You better be worth my money bitch,’ she added and I screamed behind the gag as she slapped my ass cheeks with one dainty hand.
The spanking went on for a long time. At first I quivered and shrieked, tried to get away but then the pain faded and a boiling lust ignited in my belly. I could feel come dripping down the crack of my ass and dropping onto the bed. My eyes rolled back in my head and I whimpered with pleasure when she pushed a finger deep inside me.
‘You like that?’ She asked and then there were more fingers and her thumb was rubbing my clit fiercely, making me beg helplessly. I could feel how swollen and hard my clit was and she laughed as she took her hand away from me and left me straining upwards in need.
She laughed again, a musical tinkle of sound and walked away from the bed. I could hear the faint click of her stilettos as she moved. Fear caused me to look over but I almost instantly wished I hadn't. She had a harness, something I had only ever seen on the pornos the bastard had liked so much and she was placing this gigantic cock in it, wriggling to get it just right and when she gave a happy sigh and clicked her way back to the bed I started to beg.
‘I can't understand you,’ she said coolly, ‘I don't speak poverty. Now if you want this to stop it will, but you won't get a dime from me, do you understand?’
Rage and shame flooded my chest but my pussy was still dripping. I could not believe it. I could not possibly want that humiliation. I tried to form the words fuck you but the gag would not allow me to speak. She placed a tiny silver bell in my right hand and said, ‘You ring that bell, bitch, if you want to quit. Do you get it?’
‘Mhmmm uhhh,’ I got out and she climbed up into the bed, deliberately letting that cock slide across my belly, my chest and then she slapped me across the face with her tiny hand and rubbed that cock against the gag and my lips.
‘Bet you want me, you slummy little whore,’ she said and I groaned. ‘I bet you wish you could afford something as nice as this.’ I watched as her hands rubbed her tits, pinched at her nipples and raised them into hard pink peaks, ‘You are not good enough to taste my pussy. You will never be good enough for me. ‘
I burst into tears and she backed away from my face so she could bite and suck at my large and dark nipples. They rose up, begging for her rough attention and she slapped them, twisted and bit them again and again until I screamed in misery.
I came screaming and with her mouth on my aching nipples. I came wondering if this crazy doll baby woman was going to kill me. I came wondering if I even gave a shit if I did get killed. The way I was coming might have been worth it.
‘I am going to fuck you until you beg me to stop,’ she said and I had time to take one breath before she was inside me. That cock was enormous and I could feel it stretching me open wider and wider. She shoved it in as hard as she could while I lay there helpless under her. I could feel tears running down my cheeks and she laughed again as those tears streaked my face and ran down my chin. ‘Feels good doesn't it, you cheap bitch? You like that?’
I nodded. Well, I did like it. I had never done anything like it, felt anything like it and I didn't want it to end. Her perfect body slapped against mine as she fucked me. Her tiny tits bounced and her razor sharp hip bones slammed cruelly against the inside of my thighs. Her hands twisted into my hair and she yanked my head up, forcing me to look into her eyes as she brutally used my cunt.
‘You better not come again. If you do, I am gonna pull this cock out of your cunt and stuff it in your asshole. Do you hear me?’
‘Yes!’ I screamed and she laughed at my muffled agreement.
I had to look at her and she knew it. She locked her eyes on to mine and shoved herself into me harder and faster, grinding and thrusting until my pussy was soaked and sore. She reached over to the pillow and picked up the odd shaped object that she had laid there and with a flick of her wrist it began to purr. I screamed and tried to get away but she had tied me well. I could not escape from the cock, from the powerful pulsing hum of the vibrator as she worked it against my clit.
‘Don't come, you slut,’ she yelled at me. She had let go of my hair and she used her free hand to slap me lightly across the face again even as she fucked me even deeper than ever before.
‘I won't,’ I sobbed behind my restraint but she ignored it and pushed the vibrator harder against the throbbing knot of my clit. It was too much to take. She kept yelling for me not to come and the cock was fucking me so good, it felt so fucking right inside me. The vibrator purred. She fucked my pussy. I wanted to stay right there for ever.
‘If you come it's going in your ass,’ she warned and I arched helplessly upwards, ‘I mean it, you are gonna get fucked in the ass and it will hurt. Is that what you want?’
Please let me come, I thought as I tried to arch my ass higher. I wanted to feel every inch of that cock, wanted to take every bit of it and the vibrator was stimulating me to the point I was nearly crazy with lust. I wanted to come and I wanted her to fuck me in the ass. I loved anal, something she obviously didn't know and I was glad she didn't. I had the feeling if she knew she would not have wanted to do it so badly.
‘Don't come,’ she said again and I did. I whimpered and twisted, slobbering and drooling down my chin as she used me roughly. I knew she had turned me into a slave to her twisted game. I didn't give a shit, I wanted it.
‘You bitch you knew better than that,’ she said and then she withdrew from my cunt. I could feel come spooling and pooling down my thighs and I screamed once, then closed my eyes in complete ecstasy as she went inside my willing ass. I lifted myself, shoving myself up higher and resting on my shoulders so she could get in deeper. She laughed and slapped me again, a light little love tap that stung against my right cheek.
I have no idea how long she fucked me. I know I came over and over and I could tell when she did by the way she went faster and harder into me and then stopped, breathing deeply and whimpering. The sunlight drifted across the bed as she collapsed on top of me, groans coming from between her lips.
I would have held her but she did not untie me. That she did not want comfort was obvious anyway, she rested for a moment and then got off me. As soon as she had her breath she led me to a large, marble accented bathroom and we got into a standing shower together. She soaped me and I soaped her, the rich lather smelled of lilacs and the towels we dried with were thick and fluffy. I would have loved to simply bask in the decadence of it but she had grown tired and slightly irritated by that time.
At the front door, while I waited for her driver to bring her car around so I could go back to the jewellery store and retrieve mine, she handed me the two grand as well as an extra five crisp $100 bills.
‘As a tip,’ she said as I looked at her. ‘Listen, if you want ... well I have friends in the same position. Every once in a while they like ... you know ... to be serviced. None of us want women who look or live like us. We don't want anyone in our crowd, we need ...’
She didn't finish. She didn't need to. It was easy to see that what she wanted was to be the one in charge sometimes. I wondered how often she felt as powerless and helpless as I had felt beneath her in that bed. How often she had lain beneath that old bastard of hers feeling trapped and used. We weren't that different really, she was doing what she had to do to make her lifestyle possible and I had just sold myself in the same way. The real differences were that I got to leave and go out and live my real life while she had to stay there. And I had fucking loved everything she had done to me.
‘I'm in,’ I said again, and she grinned and gave me an almost tender kiss on the cheek.
That was six months ago. I have met a few of her friends and have had a lot of fun with them. They are all gorgeous, kinky fuck-crazy women who like to be visited by the old college friend. Their husbands think I am the nerdy poor girl who went to school on scholarships and they laugh when they see me coming. I laugh too because they do not know that when their backs are turned their wives are giving me the pussy they pay for.
Am I a whore? You would probably say so. I don't care. Everyone sells themselves in one way or another. Everyone is a whore. Some of us just like it more.
Arjun’s Wedding
by Carmel Lockyer
My breasts had been wrapped around with shiny black bondage tape – so bound and criss-crossed that they offered themselves up in defiance of gravity. Both wrists too were fastened, although a silky tether ran between them and the bed-head, giving me a little scope to move around. That tether had been a silk scarf around my shoulders an hour ago, providing a rich purple contrast to my lavender dress.
My legs were free, able to kick out if I wanted to, or spread wide if that was my preference, and everything else that was happening was inclining me towards the spreading option, although I was fighting it for as long as possible because I wanted to prolong my current pleasure in the situation.
“Everything else” was a dark head that was dipping over my body, now nipping my belly with its teeth, then gently nuzzling my neck, then allowing its long black hair to trail across my breasts. It was strong hands, now pinching the skin of my upper arms so I shivered in excitement, then rubbing flat warm palms over my already aching nipples. “Everything else” was just 20 years old, all male, all mine, and … heading for the bedroom door.
‘Wait!’ My voice came out as a squeak.