Hugo looked at me through the camera.
‘Katie. I know I’ve behaved badly. But I want you back in my life. I miss you a lot. And I worry about you, doing all of this online. It’s not like you. You’re a professional. Go back to your life as a therapist. And come back to me. I’m going to say please. Please, come back to me.’
‘Hugo, how can I come back to you? You want to keep me locked way so no-one sees me with you, remember? Remember how your daughter felt when she found out I was half your age? Remember how much she threatened me? Remember how you never protected me during that scandal? Sorry, but no, I could not come back to you. I am in love with Candy. I want to be with her. And if you want to watch us together, you need to pay to watch.’
I am not sure where that huge rant came from. I hadn’t thought it through but I was angry with Hugo. I was still so angry with him for not fighting for me more.
He was not going to get away with his bad behaviour.
Or maybe he was. Because this is what he said next.
‘I’m not paying you any more money girls. I love you both dearly and I know that it hasn’t been easy. But I would like to see you both. And I would like very much to re-establish my relationship with you both, going back to what it was before. Katie, I want you as my sugar baby. Candy, you’re my porn girl. I don't want to watch you girls having sex online. I want it in real life.’
Candy gave a little snort.
‘Hugo, you want everything your way. It doesn’t work like that. Now, I’m going to take off Katie’s clothes. Slowly. And then I am going to kiss her everywhere. Do you want to watch us or should we do that for someone else? We have plenty of other clients over on this site. We also have the guy across the window. Katie, let’s move over, lets do it for him…’
Candy and I moved over to the window. Yes, the guy was there. It looked like he had a telescope this time! We forgot about Hugo. We kissed. We bit each other slowly on the shoulders. We sucked each others fingers and then we felt for one another, first gently and then a little roughly, like we just couldn't wait, we couldn't get enough of each other. Mark watched us. He watched our every move. Hugo didn’t, we’d switched the computer off. But we performed for Mark and we got a little carried away and forgot about Mark as we pushed our hips against each others, reached under dresses, into panties, unclipped bras, sucked fingers and nipples and ears, and came and came again and wondered if Mark could hear us, then waved at him and closed the curtains.
My gosh, we were having a lot of sex.
‘Jesus, Candy,’ I said, ‘that was pretty good.’
‘Jesus, Katie,’ Candy said. ‘You’re the best lover I’ve ever had.’
It was true. The sex was amazing with Candy. But still, I somehow felt a little low.
I think I felt a bit of a let down. Candy had been very strong with Hugo. She had spoken for me. That I wouldn't go back to him. That he needed to pay a fortune to watch us. She hadn’t consulted me.
I knew I was behaving a little irrationally but I was in a bit of a mood. Maybe I was getting my period and needed a small break from all the Cam-girl stuff. Maybe I wasn’t cut out for this life. Maybe I was just ultra confused about everything that was going on. Maybe I was having too much sex!
I left the room, took a shower, got dressed and decided to take myself to a movie.
‘I just need a little time alone,’ I told Candy. ‘This is not about you, this is me, suddenly a bit overwhelmed with everything that is going on. I just need some time.’
‘I understand Katie. Go and watch a movie, eat some popcorn, shop a little and treat yourself. Don’t worry about me at all. I’m going to do some work and then I’ll probably watch a movie too. See you later.’
We kissed goodbye and I did exactly that. I saw a fantastic movie and then I watched another one. I munched my way through a box of popcorn and when the movie was finished, hung out in my favourite book store and had coffee and cake. Then I bought myself a pretty little dress and a new lipstick.
I felt a lot better.
My phone buzzed as I was on my way home.
‘That cake looked delicious. And I approve of the lipstick. It is the perfect colour for you.’
Hugo was watching me again.
I didn’t reply. I didn't know what to do, feeling torn between him and Candy.
And how did he always manage to watch me!
But I was NOT prepared to go back to him. Not unless he told his daughter that he was in love with me. Not unless he was prepared for me to be an equal partner.
I typed furiously.
‘Please don't contact me again. And stop watching me. You know I love you. But I am not going to be with you, unless it is on my terms. Leave me alone. Please.’
I put my phone away and went back home.
Candy was online when I got home. Chatting to a guy named ‘Tiger.’ Tiger liked to watch her play with herself and Candy was giving him a great show.
She was pretty irresistible. I went over to her, licked her fingers one by one, then put her fingers, her hand, on my breast. And I took her other hand and brought it down to my panties, and put her hand in my panties. Oh my gosh, she immediately started playing, feeling, tickling and touching me. Her fingers, her beautiful wet fingers, made me come straight away.
We forgot Tiger was watching . Or maybe he stopped. Either way, we fell asleep, not giving a second thought to Tiger. Or to Hugo.
Except - I dreamed about Hugo all night long. I had Candy next to me but I dreamed that it was Hugo who was touching me, kissing me and talking to me. I dreamed that it was Hugo that I was sitting with in a restaurant, watching movies with, walking around the neighbourhood with.
The truth was that I missed him. I loved Candy, I loved being with her. But my heart was still with Hugo. And I didn’t know what to do about it.
As we did every morning, Candy and I walked around the neighbourhood, picking up our morning coffee and a couple of pink sprinkly donuts. We usually bumped into Mark who always just smiled sheepishly. But this morning, he stopped us.
‘I’m going to miss you girls, ‘ he told us.
‘Where are you going, Mark?’ Candy asked him.
‘Oh, I’ve rented out my flat to some guy who is totally desperate to be in the area. He’s made me an offer I just can’t refuse. I’ll miss you girls a lot though, you’ve kept me sane in New York!’
Someone must have paid Mark a lot of money for that flat. I kept thinking how Hugo always knew what I was doing; how I had always felt he had someone watching me.
‘When are you moving out?’ I asked him. ‘I was just getting used to you watching us!’
‘I’m packing up right now; I’ll be out of there this afternoon. The new guy moves in tomorrow.’
‘What does he look like, this new guy? Is he perhaps an older man? A very distinguished looking older man?’
Candy looked at me. ‘Do you think it’s Hugo who is moving in?’ she asked me curiously. She had a raised eyebrow, as if she knew something was not quite right.
‘I don’t know,’ I answered. ‘It seems odd, don't you think? And he has always had this way of watching me, of watching both of us. We’ve never worked out how he does it. But he always knows what’s going on. Yes, I think it is him. I think Hugo is going to be standing at that window soon.’
Maybe I was just hopeful that it was Hugo. I kind of wanted him nearby.
I was so confused! I wanted him, I didn’t want him. I wanted sex with him, I didn’t want sex with him. I wanted to marry him, I never wanted to see him again.
The only thing that was clear was that I didn’t want Julia, his bitch of a daughter in my life. And I wanted him to choose me over Julia.
Perhaps it was that I was also getting a bit bored with the whole Cam-girl thing. It was what Candy did. She had done it for years. And while I loved it and found it fun, I also preferred to be spontaneous with Candy. Plus there were some pretty kinky people who came on the site. They paid good money and if
we wanted good Cam-girl ratings, we had to oblige.
There was the guy who liked to watch me lick cream from between Candy’s legs.
And the one who liked to watch her drink champagne out of my belly.
There was the guy who liked us to play with and suck each other’s toes. And then put our feet, gently, between each other’s legs, high, stroking with our toes.
There was one who loved watching me being spanked, and he liked Candy to spank me with the daily newspaper. Hard. It was never quite hard enough for him.
It was usually a bit too hard for me. I wasn’t so sure if I liked being spanked.
Although I had loved being spanked by Hugo.
Some guys liked us to masturbate together, lying side by side.
Others liked us to masturbate each other while we straddled each other.
One guy liked to hear us cry ‘Oh Daddy, daddy’ every time we came.
Another just wanted to watch us dance while we were naked, closely, without doing anything else.
Some liked role play. One of us would dress us a schoolgirl and the other as a teacher. And we would have to play a whole role-play game with rules and naughty corners and short skirts and rulers and punishment and yeah, that was pretty sexy.
But I found it got a little tiring. And I also got a little tired of pretending. I never told Candy how I felt. I didn’t want to disappoint her, plus she had been so good to me. But when I heard the telescope guy was moving out, I secretly hoped it was Hugo.
I lie. I prayed it was Hugo.
And so I started keeping check on the window but the new guy never appeared.
I sat there, in the window sill, naked and soaking up sunbeams. He never came.
I sat there, in the window sill, naked and reading my book. No Hugo.
I sat there, in the window sill, naked with Candy straddled on top of me. No Hugo.
There was no Hugo anywhere. He seemed to have disappeared. He wasn’t coming on to the Cam site and he wasn’t across the road.
But he knew what was going on.
Because a week later, when I was going a bit mad with both desire and worry, I received another message from him.
‘Katie. You make a great schoolgirl. And I do like it when Candy spanks you. But I would prefer to be the one spanking you. I would like it if you were to wear short school dresses for me. Tie your hair up in pigtails. Undo your top button…’
‘Hugo!’
And then I typed something else. Something which I would probably come to regret later on.
‘Meet me,’ I typed. ‘I’ll dress up for you. You can be my teacher. Bring the school books and bring a ruler, just in case I misbehave. Whatever you do, do not tell Candy.’
We set up a time for the next day. We were going to meet in a hotel. A cheap, seedy motel where no-one would see us. I should have said no; I should have insisted that we meet in a decent hotel, or in his house, or anywhere public. But I was desperate to see him. And this time, I didn’t want Candy to know.
Chapter Five: Room 22
I am a terrible liar and I felt really bad lying to Candy.
‘I’m going to go back to my old practice,’ I told her. ‘I don’t have any work but I feel I should clean up, close up all my files and maybe mail a few of my old clients and apologise for the way I left them. Maybe try and find a bit of closure.’
Candy nodded ‘no problem’ and carried on painting her nails. She seemed a bit distracted but I didn’t stop to think about why. I picked up my bag, threw a few things in and got in my car. It was the car Hugo had bought for me all those months ago. Now, I rolled down the roof and put my foot on the accelerator. I wasn’t going to my practice. I was going to the Formula One Hotel in Brooklyn.
My mother would have been shocked.
‘Never ever meet a man in a motel, Katie,’ she had always warned me. ‘He’ll never respect you afterwards. If you must have an affair, make sure you have it in style.’
Well. We had been pretty stylish up until now. We had had five star hotels, theatre and magnificent restaurants. We had Paris! And then, I couldn’t even remember anymore what had gone wrong. There was Hugo’s daughter Julia, who’d had a tantrum about our age difference. There was the press and the paparazzi who had splashed our affair all over the newspapers. There was me, behaving stubbornly. There was Hugo, behaving badly. And there was Candy, mixed up in the middle of it all.
Candy had been so good to me. And now I was deceiving her. I was going to meet Hugo and I did not want her to find out.
I pulled into the parking lot and saw that his car was already there. His lovely smart black Mercedes Benz. My heart was beating like crazy. And I was horny as hell.
Hugo had sent me a text message.
‘Room 22,’ was all it had said.
That was all I needed to know.
I walked towards the little motel room. I felt unbelievably nervous, unsure what this meant. Could we start over?
Knock, knock, knock.
Nothing.
I waited a while then knocked again.
Still nothing. Maybe he was lying on the bed, waiting for me.
I pushed the door open but immediately felt that something was wrong. Hugo’s car was in the parking lot, the door was open and the message had definitely said Room 22. But there was no sign of anyone around.
Should I wait? I was unsure what to do.
And then, well, then I don't remember what happened. It felt like an enormous darkness, a huge bang on my head and I think my life flashed before my eyes. I do remember falling to the ground and then I don't remember anything after that. When I came to, possibly an hour or so later, I found myself on a bed with a hot towel on my forehead, and a strange woman looking over me. She was tending my wounds. My head was excruciatingly sore and my shoulders were aching.
‘Oh thank goodness, thank goodness you’re okay. The housekeeper found you on the floor, someone had knocked you out. I’ve called an ambulance but they haven't arrived yet. I’ve also called the police, they’re waiting outside to talk to you.’
I tried to get up. My injury was not too bad, a whole lot of dried blood in my hair and a huge swelling on my forehead. But I was fully conscious and apart from a terrible headache, I was okay.
I looked at my phone and saw I had four missed calls from Hugo.
I called him immediately.
‘Katie. I’ve been trying to get hold of you. My car was stolen, I couldn’t make it and I am so sorry, I’m at the police station right now.’
‘Hugo,’ I whispered. ‘I’m at the motel. Your daughter was here too. Julia. I think she tried to kill me.’
I told him what had happened.
‘The police are outside. I haven’t spoken to them yet.’
‘Thank goodness you’re okay Katie. Are you sure it was Julia, did you see her? I mean, I know she hates you, and me for seeing you, but my own daughter surely wouldn't do something like this? There is no way it could have been her. Please darling, don't talk to the police until you are absolutely sure.’
And that was the bottom line again. Hugo was choosing his daughter over me, even after she had tried to kill me. Or at least, hurt me very badly. It started coming back to me. I had heard something, a woman’s voice. Before she hit me she had said ‘Katie. I warned you not to go near my father. This is your own fault. Stay away.’
And then, the darkness. It had definitely been Julia.
It had been a warning. Next time, she would kill me. I was terrified, but I was also super angry at Hugo.
The housekeeper helped me sit up. I was okay, just bruised. She called the police who asked me a billion questions.
‘Did you see your assailant? Why would they do this to you? Why were you coming to the motel anyway? Who were you meeting?’
The police made me more terrified. Why was I coming to the motel? I didn’t want to tell them about my affair with Hugo. I didn’t want to get him into trouble and I did not want to be splashed all over the newspapers
again.
‘I don’t remember anything at all, ‘ I lied. ‘I honestly don’t know what happened. I think someone tried to rob me as I was walking in.’
I had become quite a good liar.
The police left me with their phone number, asking me to get back to them as soon as I remembered anything. As they were leaving I heard the one muttering to the other:-
‘Clearly she was here to meet a man. This is a love affair, gone wrong. Another one…’
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