Sexy as Hell Box Set (47 page)

So I’ll be the same. And I’m only asking as a friend before you get your damp red knickers in a twist. Call it curiosity. What customers did you have to keep busy? You mentioned a new business yesterday. What are you up to these days?

Yes, I was a bitch—and I thoroughly enjoyed being one too—and yes, I’d known that blowjob comment would have got him all worked up. I could have hugged myself at the pleasure that knowledge brought. My Victor, all coiled and ready to come just by a few well-chosen words from me.

I thought of Ollie then, of him coming in the coffee shop just from what I’d said. The pair of them were obviously into words, into imagining, and they were the same as me in that respect. Thinking of sex and the many scenarios got me off, yet Catherine, it seemed, didn’t let her mind run wild with visions of thick, pumping cocks or wet, plump cunts.

Interesting.

She’ll want to see you again, Victor. How can she not? You’re a millionaire.

That was a low blow, but what the hell. Her Aunt Mary would have steered her niece in his direction just for that, I’d bet. Get her married off to him so Mary could retire and live off Victor’s well-earned money. I had a sneaking suspicion the old cow was only working for him well past her retirement so he might, when she finally decided to give in and call it a day, send her off with a large settlement for being such loyal, nosey-biddy-who-thinks-she-has-a-right-to-direct-his-life secretary.

That woman got on my nerves, and just hearing about her niece was having the same effect. I bit back my irritation, waited a few seconds before writing some more. I didn’t want my emotions filtering into our conversation.

I didn’t mean to make you feel guilty. All I did was present the facts. If those facts had you feeling bad, that’s your lookout, not mine. And besides, you said yourself you knew what you’d get by emailing me. The truth. Bold and in your face, yes, but the truth nonetheless.

So, let’s go with this one. Avoid the blowjob angle for now and proceed with her arse. Now, you must remember how horrified you were when this situation came up with us. If you think about how you’d felt at first, then you should be all right in how you deal with broaching the subject with Catherine. Also remember how all women love a good, chunky length up their bum, and even if she says she doesn’t like it, she secretly does. Play the understanding card as though you believe her, step back a bit, don’t push her, but do explain how the pleasure she’ll get from being so full, so utterly, wonderfully full, will be like nothing she’s ever experienced before.

Oh dear, my lie had grown horns. I had them too—the devil had got into me. It might be seen as very mean of me to have once again pressed the point home about arse sex, but I couldn’t help myself. She wasn’t right for him and simply had to go.

As for what I’m up to… Hmm, for some reason I thought you’d have already known.

Had Ollie even told him he was my student?

Anyway, I left Eden Street and started up a similar business. Except mine’s bigger and better, of course. Caters to a much wider range of customer. I offer—or my company and its employees offer—livelier shows, more risqué, more…just more excitement. I wanted to push the boundaries—and you know first-hand how much I like to do that—and think I’ve succeeded. As to what customers do I keep busy…none of them. I don’t perform in shows any longer. I’m more into the public relations side of it now, meeting and greeting as people arrive, that kind of thing.

And I also had no intention of taking on a new student—you were my first and were supposed to have been my last—but this particular man was persistent and so smug that I gave in to his request that I teach him to be a sub. Plus, I like being horrible to him. There’s a perverse sense of pleasure there every time I am.

If he knew about Ollie he’d mention him in his next email, wouldn’t be able to resist.

Anyway, back to what we’re supposed to be discussing. You and Catherine. Is there any way you can get time alone with her? And by that I mean an extended period. Trying to do this—opening her up to possibilities, I mean—may not work with the limits an evening presents time wise. Oh, I know we managed it well enough, didn’t we, but despite seeming as though you weren’t comfortable with the things I showed you, I knew you were really and that the next night you’d be willing to push for more. This is where you’ll maybe find your current situation more difficult. At the moment she has the option of getting away from you. Taking her somewhere else perhaps, just the two of you, where she has nowhere to run, might be your best bet.

And, being stuck together for a week or two after he tried to shove his cock up her arse would lead to animosity growing.

Perfect.

I hit SEND then got up, sorting through the papers on my desk, tidying them away, a task I did every night. Also it would give me something to do while waiting for his response, although, as I slotted a few paid bills in the filing cabinet, I found myself anticipating what he’d say next.

In a way I was glad he’d opened up communications between us again. It was fun to play with someone else’s life. Took the boring edge off of mine. Oh, I loved my budding new business, it was keeping me busy and distracted, something that had been welcome those first weeks as I’d come to terms with not seeing Victor again, but, as life had a way of doing, everything was panning out fairly easily.

I’d got myself into a pattern and was finding the organising of my day-to-day routine and the club getting off the ground much easier than expected. Not to mention Fifi and Carlos were worth their weight in gold. Carlos happily taking on the role of project manager with the behind-the-scenes remodelling work. Fifi was ever inventive with drapes and curtains if clients, poached from Eden Street mainly, happened to be around when some wall or door was in the process of being moved.

Which was probably why I’d taken Ollie on. Much as he annoyed the shit out of me, it was enjoyable messing with him. I’d make him a sub if it was the last thing I did—or at least knock that huge chip off his shoulder and get him to admit, as I had with Victor, that I knew best.

My email alert went off, and I stilled at the cabinet, resisting the urge to race to my desk to see what he’d said. I stopped myself just in time, though, realising that I was tying myself up in him again, something I’d vowed never to do. But I was helping him out, that was all. Giving a friend some much-needed advice. There was nothing else going on. At least not from my side.

All right, I’ll deal with the arse next, although I really don’t feel she’s up for that—or that I’ll ever get it up there. You’d have to meet her to know what I mean. You’d know instantly how I ought to deal with her if you got to know her a bit. I don’t suppose… No, that’s asking a bit too much, isn’t it, me wondering if you could accidentally on purpose bump into us at some point. Even just by looking at her you’ll be able to tell, to give me pointers. Perhaps I could get her to let me take a picture of her and send it along. Not that she’d know I was sending it to you, of course. You could do your weird thing where you look at her and just know.

Did I want to see a picture of the woman he was fucking? Wouldn’t it be just too weird? But he was right, I would know just by looking whether she had a bit of the sexual deviant inside her.

Well, you’ve been busy by the sounds of it. I hadn’t heard a thing about you leaving Eden Street, but then why would I? I have no intention of returning there, so Fifi or Carlos wouldn’t have been able to pass any information along, and I don’t need to know where you run your business now because I don’t think I’ll ever want to see it. Might make things…difficult. You know, me and you, sex and kink. The temptation might be too much, and we wouldn’t want to sail those waters again, would we. At least I bloody don’t. No offence.

So, unless he was playing the cunning card, he had no idea about Ollie. Odd, because I’d have thought that slimy little bastard would have lost no time in rubbing it in Victor’s face that he had plans to stick his wick into a place Victor had so recently been. That was another reason why I wouldn’t have sex with Ollie. I didn’t want Ollie hurting him. Then again, Victor had just said that line about water and sailing, making it clear he wouldn’t be interested in boarding my particular ship, even though when he’d first made contact with me again, that was his first suggestion. A bit on the side, once a month he’d said.

I didn’t know what to make of that. Couldn’t work out whether I was pissed off or sad. But he was right, we weren’t meant for one another, and with me having a serious aversion to relationships that went anything deeper than casual, we didn’t stand a chance.

And yes, I was thinking the same thing about spending a week or two with her. She’s got this spring holiday to Tuscany planned, staying in a friend’s villa, and I was going to ask her to book it sooner. I can take time off whenever I like, as you know, but it would depend whether she could just drop her clients and take off. She’s an interior designer, you see. Might be a bit tricky to just leave a project halfway through. But I’ll give it a go, ask her. If she’s up for it, you never know, a week with me persuading her that missionary isn’t the only position might just work.

You’re a star. Thanks for helping me out. I really appreciate it.

Oh, so that was that then. Seemed he didn’t want to chat further. Suited me. I needed to get myself home. Fifi was in charge of locking up most of the time, and I doubted she’d mind tonight. She’d taken up with Carlos lately, doing lots of shows with him, and she’d mentioned they’d been out for a meal a few evenings ago. Supposedly to talk about new ideas for shows, the business and whatever, but I hoped they’d end up in a relationship. It would be nice to see
someone
settling down.

I switched off my laptop then left my office, heading towards the viewing rooms. The vacancy light was on above room four, and I smiled. That had been the number of the room Victor and I had always used in Eden Street. I told myself it wasn’t some sign, fate frantically wafting her hand in front of my face to try to get me to wake up and see what she was trying to tell me—that I loved Victor and always would.

That was something I already knew.

I went inside and closed then locked the door. Stared through the window in the darkness at the show room, at one of the new women panting as she inserted a double-cocked dildo up her front and back holes. Thought of Victor and how he’d have been mesmerised, his face stuck to the glass as he watched her, full of curiosity, his mind working overtime as he processed the sight. Sweet, innocent Victor, a man I’d corrupted so thoroughly that now vanilla just didn’t cut it at all.

And now he wanted to spread that corruption to someone else.

Did he really like her
that
much? Was she
honestly
worth all this hassle?

Something like jealousy and envy
whirlpooled in my stomach, annoying the hell out of me. I had a cauldron full of it swirling, growing thicker by the second. If I didn’t deal with my irritation, I’d get no sleep tonight and be a bitch tomorrow.

I took my phone from my pocket and dialled a number.

“Get down to Sexy as Hell, Ollie. I have a lesson to teach you. Be warned, it will hurt.”

I cut the call before he had the chance to reply.

My toe was itching to meet his backside, my palm aching to slap his face.

Someone needed to bear the brunt of my emotions, and I couldn’t think of a better person than him.

By the time Ollie arrived, looking fresh-out-of-bed tousled, I’d got myself into quite a state. Oh, I wasn’t really jealous, that wasn’t an emotion I entertained, I was just frustrated. Frustrated that Victor had ever felt the need to contact me again about his stupid sex problems and—probably what pissed me off the most—that I’d let him draw me into conversations about it. It had been like falling into a black hole. Everything else had faded, and now it was just Victor and his gravitational pull.

Plus, my head was full of images of his handsome face buried between Catherine’s legs. It didn’t bear thinking about, the thought of his gorgeous dimpled chin smeared with her dampness and him licking his lips to draw in her taste. I’d never seen him covered in mine, had only allowed him one fleeting sample of my flavour.

As I erased that picture of him treating her to cunnilingus, another one flooded my brain. His broad shoulders coated in a thin film of sweat as he strained to hold his weight, being careful not to squash her delicate body while they fucked slow and sweet. Would she hang onto him? Grip him tightly and recognise the fact that she had a good one there? Or would she whimper and gasp and hope for it to be over, undeserving of the man who was baring his soul to her and giving her the best that he could considering his new, more carnal needs?

Victor had mentioned sending me a photograph of Catherine. I didn’t want him to, that would make my visual images all the stronger, and damn, they were powerful enough as it was. I could almost see her now, pretty, petite, blonde hair, blue eyes I was sure, the very opposite to my colouring. I expected she smiled a lot, too, flashing straight, white, orthodontic-perfect teeth. And there wasn’t a chance in hell she’d have a tattoo or a deviant piercing—oh no, she was a good, wholesome girl who was busy bagging herself a husband of fine social standing and a bank balance that would guarantee her a lifetime of security.