Sarah struggled not to cry out. She sensed that David had reached the very edge of sanity when he’d ordered her to be silent. She’d best comply. But the brutish way he was taking her made her want to scream for mercy. Instead, she screamed for more.
He grabbed her hips with both hands and fucked her ass hard and fast. ‘Hold still!’
Instead, she bucked up against him. The zipper of his fly bit her inner thighs. In response he forced his full weight onto her. ‘Still!’
Sarah fell forwards with David on top. When she caught her breath she mumbled into the bedclothes. ‘You’re the best.’ She meant it. She managed to slip her hand between her body and the bed and rub her frantic clit. Otherwise, she stayed motionless beneath him, for once doing exactly what David wanted.
He grunted, pulled up and thrust again.
Sarah begged for more and got it.
David panted and cussed and fucked her harder. Faster.
Sarah’s climax tore through her.
‘That’s it,’ David groaned as he emptied himself of his seed and his rage and his terrible, useless need.
They were very still. No kisses, no words, just panting, which slowed and quieted until the room was perfectly silent. Sarah was sorry when her heartbeat returned to normal. She didn’t want normal. She’d rather die than have to face her shame and his pain again.
David made it easy for her. ‘I won’t make trouble,’ he said. He freed himself from her and struggled to his feet. ‘But I never want to feel like this again. I never want to touch you again.’
‘How did you find out?’
‘I promised I wouldn’t tell.’ He tugged his pants up, zipped and belted them. ‘But it makes no difference to me. Her name is Nancy. She came to my place, told me what was going on and sucked me off. I wore a rubber to protect my perfect cock from her filthy mouth.’
‘I see.’
‘I hope you do. I hope the image of me fucking her face stays with you for ever.’
‘Did you like it?’
‘No, I felt guilty.’ He barked a bitter laugh. ‘And confused. ’Cause I didn’t know if I felt guilty for cheating on a whore, or guilty for cheating on a whore’s sister.’
‘My sister?’
David reached for his wallet. ‘Which reminds me, whore, how much do I owe you?’
‘Don’t be silly.’
‘Two hundred? Three?’
Sarah almost laughed. Instead she shook her head. Nothing.’
‘I don’t want a freebie, goddam it.’ His voice cracked. ‘Goddam it, Sarah.’
‘David, come to my grad. I promised my parents –’
‘Sure. I’ll come. I’ve got my ticket. Just make sure you do not touch me.’
He walked out.
Sarah was stunned. David had blown into her room like a tornado and departed just as suddenly, leaving her dishevelled and confused. He was gone, really gone, out of her life at last.
She walked to her desk, picked up the open bottle of whiskey and gulped a mouthful. It burnt her throat. Jesus. He’d been a monster, a cruel, rude monster. She’d loved it.
What hope was there for her now? She might never have a boyfriend again, only clients who paid for her favours. Shouldn’t she care? She picked up the ring box he’d left on her desk and flipped it open. The diamond was small but sparkly, surrounded by tiny glinting diamond chips. Tasteful, not terribly modern. She tried it on. It fitted.
David knew her. He’d done nothing wrong, aside from making the mistake of caring for her. She sat down at her desk. Shouldn’t she cry or collapse or at least ache a little? She felt nothing. She was as removed from emotion as those people on the farthest end of the Asperger’s syndrome scale, the ones whose case studies she’d examined as she prepared her paper.
The paper that was still due tomorrow. She glanced at the clock. Today now. Sarah went back to work.
25
SARAH SLOUCHED IN the back seat of the car, glumly watching rain pelt the streets of Toledo.
Nancy sat beside her, methodically applying and blotting coats of red lipstick.
Sarah stifled a sob.
‘Something wrong Sarah?’
‘My boyfriend dumped me.’ Sarah turned to watch Nancy’s reaction.
Nancy paused mid-blot. ‘Oh no! Why?’
‘He wouldn’t say. He just said we were finished. God, how I loved him.’ Sarah choked out another sob.
‘Poor thing.’ Nancy tucked her lipstick into her purse and patted Sarah’s arm. ‘There’s plenty of fish in the sea.’
‘Not like him. I thought he was The One. My heart is broken.’
‘It’ll mend. You’ll see. Anyway tonight should take your mind off it for a while. That Jason Pettifer is a doll. I wonder what he’s into.’
‘Veronica said he likes gags and blindfolds. I brought mine. Dunno what the wife likes though.’
‘I don’t do chicks.’
‘I know. You keep him happy and leave the missus to me.’
‘Right. Here we are. Get your mojo working, girl.’
The Pettifers’ home seemed even bigger without a crowd inside it. Jason and Caroline were as gracious and gorgeous as ever. Dinner was a formal affair, with delicious dishes served by a silent staff, fine wine and clever conversation. Afterwards, the staff departed and the foursome ascended the Scarlett O’Hara staircase. The master bedroom, as massive as Sarah remembered it, had clearly been prepared for a night of debauchery. She needn’t have bothered bringing a gag and blindfold, as the Pettifers had several of each.
Jason sat on a love seat by the bay window and pulled his wife onto his lap. They kissed and watched Sarah and Nancy examine the kinky collection spread across the black satin sheet that covered their king-sized bed.
‘See anything you like?’
Nancy nodded. ‘Plenty.’ She picked up an oversized silicone dildo and tried to fit her mouth over the head. She shook her head. ‘I can’t even get this thing into my mouth!’
‘Don’t worry, dear,’ said Caroline, ‘that’s not where we’re planning to put it.’ She and Jason laughed as Nancy’s eyes widened. ‘What about you, Sarah?’
‘I like the look of this,’ said Sarah, holding up a black leather harness equipped with a black rubber dildo.
‘As the giver or the taker?’ Caroline’s cheeks were flushed.
Sarah shrugged. ‘Whatever,’ she said. Everyone laughed. She picked up the ball gag. ‘Here’s something for Nancy,’ she said.
Nancy caught her cue. ‘Oh yes, I just love being gagged,’ she said, batting her lashes at Jason.
Jason jiggled Caroline off his lap. ‘Take care of it, pet,’ he said.
Caroline stripped Nancy and Sarah down to their gauzy bras, panties, stockings and heels. First she helped Sarah into the harness. Then she gaggedNancy and pushed her downon all fours.
‘Come here,’ ordered Jason.
Nancy crawled to him, swinging her hips and bouncing her boobs all the way. When she reached him she sat up and thrust out her breasts in a seductive pose.
Jason patted his lap. ‘Up you get,’ he said. ‘I feel like giving Nancy a good spanking.’
Nancy shook her head vehemently.
‘That’s the way she likes it best,’ said Sarah. She approached, exaggerating the swing of her hips so her fake cock wagged. She held a crop, the thickest, nastiest-looking spanking implement of the bunch. ‘She’s a real pain slut,’ said Sarah. She brought the crop down across Nancy’s bum.
Nancy squeaked. She glanced around wildly, as if looking for an escape. Sarah blocked her.
‘She likes to pretend to resist,’ said Sarah. She drew back her arm and delivered another stinging blow.
Nancy leapt into Jason’s lap. She tried to wrap her arms around his neck but he grabbed her hands and flipped her over so she was face down. She started kicking wildly.
‘Are you sure?’ Jason glanced at Sarah.
Sarah nodded. ‘Positive,’ she said.
‘Great!’ Jas
on rubbed his hands with glee.
Nancy thrashed her legs. He caught them under one of his. She tried to cover her ass with her hands but Jason grabbed both her wrists with his left hand. He gave her defenceless bum a dozen staccato slaps, raising a pink blush on the pale cheeks.
‘She really loves the crop, don’t you, baby?’ Sarah used the leather tip of the crop to raise Nancy’s chin a tad so she could look in the furious girl’s eyes.
Nancy glared at her. She shook her head violently.
‘That means “yes”,’ said Sarah. She gave Nancy a big friendly grin. ‘Oh yes! She’s a whore for the crop.’
Jason held out his hand. Sarah had hoped to get in a few more strokes of her own first, but she complied, handing over the crop.
Jason eagerly began laying a good beating on Nancy, taking her moaning and tears as evidence of arousal.
Wasting no time, Sarah lubed her fake cock and mounted Jason’s wife on the bed. Caroline’s moans mingled with Nancy’s muffled protests. Sarah channelled the exultance of revenge into her fucking. When Jason seemed about to stop cropping Nancy, Sarah urged him on. ‘Caroline’s close, Jason,’ she cried. ‘Don’t stop now!’
Jason complied. Caroline’s groans rose in volume, her voice mingling with Nancy’s high-pitched whine.
Sarah slid her cock all the way inside Caroline and stayed there. She curved her body to fit Caroline’s back and used her hands on Caroline’s clit to drag the other woman to the edge of ecstasy and then topple her over. She wanted Caroline to have at least one orgasm and she suspected it wasn’t going to be a long night.
‘What were you thinking?’
Sarah and Nancy were back in Veronica’s office. Craig was nowhere to be seen. Sarah didn’t know if that was a good sign, or a bad sign.
‘This time the Pettifers have made it very clear they’ll not be using the services of Classique again. The two of you have cost me a very lucrative account.’
‘She didn’t have to scream bloody murder when he took off the gag. Nancy should’ve played along,’ said Sarah.
Nancy piped up. ‘I couldn’t! I was in too much pain.’
Sarah shrugged. ‘It’s just a few marks.’
‘Stand up, Nancy. Show Sarah what you showed me.’
Nancy did as Veronica bid, lifting her skirt to display a set of marks that would make the Marquis de Sade wince.
‘They’ll fade,’ said Sarah.
Veronica threw up her hands. ‘You leave me no choice, Sarah. We never betray each other like this. I’m afraid I’m going to have to let you go.’
‘Nancy betrayed me. To my boyfriend.’
‘Nancy?’ Veronica turned her formidable frown on the other girl.
Nancy’s cheeks flushed to match the colour of her bum. She said she didn’t know why he dumped her. You lied!’ Nancy glared at Sarah.
‘Yep. I lied. He told me all right. He said you came over and said I was a whore and sucked him off. She sucked off my man.’ Sarah gave Veronica a level look. ‘And then he dumped me. So I arranged for her to be punished. Now, once again, we’re even.’ She rose. ‘So let’s get back to work.’
‘I make the decisions here!’ Veronica stood, pressing both palms to the surface of her desk. ‘I say who gets disciplined, for what, and how. Not you.’ She pointed at Sarah. ‘I make the rules at Classique.’ She pointed at Nancy. ‘We never, never betray each other to loved ones. The penalty is instant dismissal. Nancy, you’re finished at Classique. Get out.’
‘No! Please, Veronica, don’t fire me. I’m sorry!’
‘I’ve made my decision. Go.’
Sarah sat back smugly. She’d half-expected the incident would result in Nancy’s dismissal and she was glad. She’d had more than enough of the other girl’s venom.
Nancy burst into tears. ‘What will I do? I don’t have any skills.’ She turned on Sarah. ‘You! You with your university education and your boyfriend and your sister and family and la-di-da look-at-me life! What do you know about anything? You steal my clients and you … you trick me at parties and … and get Jason to crop me till I’m practically passing out. Why? Why did you have to come here? Bitch!’
Veronica spoke into her intercom. ‘Debra, call security, please.’
‘No. No!’ Nancy was on the verge of hysteria. ‘What about my kids. Veronica!’ She wrung her hands. ‘I’m all they’ve got.’
‘You should’ve thought of that earlier, Nancy. I’ve tried to be lenient, to take into account your … background … but you’ve tied my hands here.’
‘Kids?’ Sarah’s mouth hung open in shock. Nancy couldn’t be more than twenty-two or twenty-three years old. How many?’
‘Two. Two kids with no daddy, no grandparents, nobody but me. Please, Veronica!’ Tears coursed down Nancy’s cheeks. She seemed about to throw herself to the floor and wrap herself around Veronica’s legs.
Sarah stood abruptly. ‘I didn’t know Nancy had children,’ she said. ‘She’s right, I really have no idea about anything. I’ll leave instead.’
Veronica cocked her head at Sarah. ‘Are you sure?’
Sarah nodded. ‘I won’t be the one to make children go hungry.’
Veronica shrugged. ‘Fine. I’m sorry to see you go, Sarah. You had a promising future with us.’
‘But I’m not a team player. I’m sorry too, Veronica.’ Sarah opened the door.
Nancy put her hand on Sarah’s arm. She was still shaking like a leaf. ‘Thank you,’ she said. She swiped at her tears with her free hand. ‘I’m sorry about your boyfriend.’
‘Just be careful out there, Nancy,’ said Sarah. ‘Use your head.’
Nancy nodded. ‘I’ll try.’
Sarah stood in the waiting room for a moment. Debra, the cool receptionist, held out her hand. Sarah took the time to erase the little movie she and Jon had made the weekend he’d been her client, then handed over the BlackBerry.
‘By the way,’ said Debra, ‘don’t get any ideas about striking out on your own. It’s dangerous and won’t be taken well by any of the agencies, including Classique. Got it?’
Sarah nodded. She didn’t trust herself to speak.
The phone rang. Debra picked up. Sarah hesitated, reluctant to leave. Debra waved her away with one hand.
Sarah left. Her life at Classique was over as abruptly as it had begun.
26
ARE YOU SURE of this amount?’ Sarah stared at the slip of paper the bank teller had just handed her. ‘Would you mind checking again? I deposited two thousand dollars a week ago.’
‘It was two weeks ago,’ said the teller, an attractive young woman in a business suit. ‘And three cheques have been cashed against it since.’ She pointed to the cheque numbers on the statement. Ah yes, Christopher’s April allowance and the rent cheques for not just her room in the communal house, but Donna’s as well. ‘Also a few large payments made by debit.’
‘Right.’ Sarah glanced guiltily at her new purse, a little L.A.M.B. bag in bright spring colours. ‘Thanks.’
She drove home. The Volvo purred like an old cat. Sure, it was in decent condition now, but how long would it be before something started rattling again? Why the hell hadn’t she at least bought herself a new car when she had the money?
Now that she was no longer going to university, her huge student loan would come due. She wouldn’t be eligible for her page job either. And she’d have to move out of the communal house as it was designated student housing. Her landlady had happily made a concession when she took Donna in mid-school year, but now both sisters would have to go. Where?
In a few days she’d have a Bachelor of Arts degree, Honours in Philosophy. What skill set did that suggest? She could think. And, thanks to her months as a Classique escort, she could fuck. She imagined herself in a job interview, wearing something similar to the suit worn by the professional woman who’d given her the bad news about her bank balance. Jesus, that girl had been no older than she. Sarah could think and she could fuck, and right now she
thought she was fucked.
She had to park a ways from the house as Grad. was only a few days off and everyone was in party mode. The frat houses were practically hopping on the spot to the beat of the music pounding their insides. Kids with plastic mugs of beer hung out on the lawns and porches and patios, soaking up spring sun and yelling at passers-by. She was invited to have a beer with more than one drunken yahoo but Sarah declined, heading doggedly for home. These guys, most of them at least her age and older, seemed like children to her. Barely pubescent.
So her heart lifted when she saw Christopher sitting on the steps of her house. She hadn’t seen much of him since he’d confronted Jon about her marked bum. That night, Sarah had stopped at the pub just long enough to tell Christopher that his debt to her was paid in full, so he needn’t come by on Wednesday nights for ‘tutoring’. Since then, they’d barely spoken.
He held a plastic cup of beer, sipping it absent-mindedly, his eyes glazed with the familiar fuzziness of the contemplative philosopher, but when he saw her the fog lifted and he grinned his familiar gorgeous smile. She smiled right back. Now that he was here in person Sarah realised how much she’d missed him. It was impossible to stay mad at someone as charismatic and loveable as he was, especially when that someone’s mistake had occurred because he cared.
‘Hey,’ she said, plopping down beside him on the steps. ‘Shares?’
He handed her the cup. She sipped and made a face. ‘That’s not lager.’
‘It’s keg swill,’ he said. ‘But it’ll do.’ He took a swig. ‘I’ll be drinking the good stuff soon.’
‘I’m going to miss you, Christopher,’ she said. She hugged him.
‘I’m really sorry –’ he began.
Sarah cut him short. ‘Forget it. I really forgive you.’ She squeezed harder. ‘You were being a friend.’
‘Too bad Perfesser T. isn’t as magnanimous as you. My final mark was a B. You?’
‘A.’
‘But you didn’t even show up for your tête-à-tête with Trelawney. That was worth ten percent!’
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