For the Night - Complete Box Set

by C. J. Fallowfield

  Logan Steele

  I shaved carefully, I couldn’t afford to get any nicks when I was seeing a client and Yasmin expected me to look on top form at all times. She was one of my most regular clients, having been with me from the beginning. In fact, I owed much of my success to her and my best friend Dan. He’d invited me to watch the FA cup final from a private box and when I’d ventured out into the corridor I’d walked straight into Yasmin as she was texting on her phone, instead of watching her boyfriend down on the pitch. I’d made some smart alec remark about her long sexy legs and before I knew it, I was in her private box, in more ways than one, going at it in the toilets with all her girlfriends listening on the other side of the partition. Pretty soon I was being inundated with offers and a bidding war began on who’d be next. When the new build construction firm I worked for went into liquidation later that month, I saw the perfect opportunity to make some fast bucks, never expecting it to have pretty much set me up for life and for me to still be doing it four years later. Through Yasmin and her premiership players’ wives and girlfriends, my circle of affluent clients gradually grew, along with my fees, and here I was.

  I slapped on some aftershave and rubbed my damp, lean, muscular body down with a towel, giving myself an admiring glance in the mirror. I’d never been in better physical shape than I was now, and considering I worked as a private personal trainer during the day, that was saying something. Sometimes I went to their houses, sometimes, if I trusted them and Ian, my PI of sorts, told me that their backgrounds checked out ok, I had them come to me. I lived in a dockside wharf house in Limehouse, London. I owned a one and a half million pound penthouse apartment, as well as the basement, which had its own private access, so I’d turned it into a massive gym and fitness suite, with sauna, shower room and a small kitchenette. Clients didn’t know that I lived upstairs and Ian was meticulous with his checks. How he got half of the information on fitness and sexual clients, well I guess they could both be bundled under the heading “fitness,” was beyond me. Even though I wasn’t going to take anymore bookings, or have any contact with my last client, virgin for the night Summer Beresford, due to my totally inappropriate emotional response to her, I’d still instructed Ian to perform a far more in depth report on her. Morbid curiosity I guess. I felt some affinity to her that I’d not felt in years.

  I’d been relieved to find out that the jerk who traumatised her as a teenager had been killed in a car accident, though not so reassured when I’d read of her movie co-star’s track record for bedding his leading ladies. The thought of someone else with their hands on her soft delicate skin, making her whimper their name, the way she had mine, made my blood boil. I took a deep breath, I’d chosen to not confess how I really felt about her, she deserved someone better than me in her life. Besides, she’d only liked “Logan” the skilled seductor, she didn’t even know me. I had to stop obsessing over her, and hopefully tonight Yasmin would get me back on track so I could fuck Summer out of my system once and for all. Before I did, I leaned back on the cool slate tiled wall of my master bathroom and gripped my solid cock. I gently stroked it up and down, squeezing and pulling it while remembering Summer’s innocent blue eyes looking up into mine as her lips and tongue brought me to the fastest ever blow job ejaculation last week, and now a hand job record today. I groaned as I came and watched it mix with the hot shower water and swirl down the drain. She was fucking ruining me.

  ‘Damn it Logan, get a bloody grip,’ I chastised myself as I cleaned up again and headed back into my bedroom. I pulled on a pair of white boxer briefs, designed by Yasmin’s husband himself, chuckling at the irony. After dressing in my graphite suit, with a white shirt undone at the neck and styling my black hair into that ruffled up sexy mess that looked like I hadn’t made an effort, when really I had, I strode out to my open plan kitchen, poured myself a long glass of water, then sat at the breakfast bar to check my brief again for the evening, making sure no details had been overlooked.

  Scenario

  I want you to use, humiliate and abuse me, without physically hurting me or leaving marks for Eoin to see when he gets back from his friends stag weekend. I want to feel like a complete cheap dirty whore and it would really turn me on for you to be fully dressed, watching me get fucked by other men, to be covered in their come before you finish me off. No one makes me come like you do, Logan.

  I smiled at the last part, she screamed like a banshee when I was fucking her and I always wondered if her husband made her scream like that. Filthy you wanted, filthy you’re about to get, I thought, as I checked my watch and headed out to meet James, my driver.

  ‘Evening, Sir,’ he smiled as he held the back door of the Merc open for me.

  ‘Evening, James. How are you?’ I enquired as I rubbed my hands together and blew out a breath, the steam showing against the chilly night.

  ‘Excellent, Sir.’

  ‘I hope that you’re caffeinated, it’s going to be a long night.’

  ‘Of course, Sir. Have I ever let you down before?’

  ‘Never,’ I smiled as I curled my six foot one frame under the roof and into the backseat. Only a handful of people knew my real identity, as well as my sexual one, James was one of them. As well as a driver, he was an ex-marine, handy to have around in the event of a night where there may be trouble, and given my plan for the last portion of the evening, that was a real possibility. He climbed in and secured his seat belt before pulling out.

  ‘Are you seeing Miss Beresford again, Sir?’ he enquired, meeting my surprised gaze in the rear view mirror.

  ‘No. Why would you ask that?’ I frowned. He never discussed my clients unless I prompted the conversation, or asked a favour of him, for extra payment of course, like I had for tonight’s arrangement.

  ‘She seemed like a very nice young lady, that’s all.’

  ‘As opposed to the normal ladies I see?’ I arched an eyebrow as I looked for his reaction.

  ‘Yes, Sir. Much nicer. In a completely different league.’

  ‘She was. Is,’ I corrected myself. ‘Far too nice to be mixed up with the likes of me.’

  ‘If you’ll forgive my impertinence Sir, you’re a very personable young man, but you’re not getting any younger. At some stage you’ll have to think of giving up this lifestyle and settling down.’

  ‘I’m twenty-eight not thirty-eight, James,’ I laughed.

  ‘I know that Sir, but nice young ladies of … breeding age, that you’re attracted to as well, don’t seem to grow on trees.’

  ‘Yes, thank you for that insight,’ I sighed, annoyed to be reminded of my feelings for Summer. ‘Can we avoid the topic of my lack of a personal life from now on?’

  ‘Certainly, Sir. I didn’t mean to offend you.’

  ‘No offence caused, but I’ve got plenty of time to worry about my personal life, right now I have the rather demanding and feisty Mrs. Taylor to focus on.’

  ‘That you have, Sir,’ he smiled with a deferential dip of his head as way of apology.

  ‘Yes,’ I nodded in return and placed my elbow on the doorframe, stroking my bottom lip with my index finger as I mulled his observations over. I wasn’t sure if settling down with kids was really in the picture for a guy like me. I liked my bachelor lifestyle and the comforts my job afforded me. Plus I wasn’t going to have this level of sexual stamina forever, I had to make the most of it while I could, ensure that I was set for life before I even thought of retiring from my profession. I closed my eyes and an immediate picture of Summer, looking adorable with her freshly fucked rosy cheeks as she stood in my shirt came into my mind. God damn her, why wouldn’t she leave me in bloody peace?

  ‘We’re here, Sir.’ James’s voice startled me out of a very pleasant fantasy scenario of my own, where I had Summer shackled to my cross and was flicking her clit with a long crop, stroking myself as she screamed with pleasure. She would have been an excellent submissive with the right training. I liked my women feisty and challenging out of the bedr
oom, but compliant in it. I reached down and adjusted my pulsating cock in my suit trousers.

  ‘Then you’d better confirm our arrival over the intercom,’ I advised as we idled on the gravel drive of her gated property. I wondered how much filler or liposuction she’d had done for this appointment. She’d been a damned attractive brunette the first time I’d met her in that box. She’d only just started seeing Eoin Taylor, the premiership’s rising star at the time, but as his fame and fortune grew, so did her additions. She looked more and more fake each time I saw her. Fake tits, fake nails, fake orange bloody tan, fake hair extensions, a nipped and tucked body to turn her into a size eight, instead of that sexy size twelve I’d met. I preferred my women a little more natural, than this forced Barbie doll look. Did most guys seriously prefer that to a real woman? I’d take Summer every day over Yasmin and her other little group of plastic WAGs I was paid handsomely to fuck. Thank God all footballers’ wives didn’t bow to that pressure. Thank God most women in general didn’t, they were being set a seriously bad example by some of these celebrities in the media every day.

  Yasmin Taylor

  ‘Chardonnay, I really have to go and get ready. You know it’s my night with Logan, he promised me that he has something really special planned for me.’

  ‘You’re so lucky. How do you get away with it, Yas?’ she sighed. ‘Tom sticks a finger up my pussy when he comes home, after even a night away, to see if I’ve been stretched, then sniffs all my knickers in the laundry basket for even a whiff of another man’s come.’

  ‘Eoin may be one of the best footballers this country’s ever seen babe, but he’s a dipshit when it comes to all other things. When they were handing out brain cells, he wasn’t even last in line, he didn’t realise that there was a bloody line.’

  ‘Stop,’ she laughed. ‘I still dream about that one night I had with Logan when they were playing in Brazil. It had been nearly a week and Tom still knew that my pussy didn’t feel right. Thank God he didn’t look at my arse, I’d have won a gaping contest for weeks after that screw.’

  ‘He’s pretty damn good, isn’t he?’ I sighed.

  ‘Tom?’

  ‘No! Logan, you dozy cow. Why the hell couldn’t I have married him, instead of shit for brains?’

  ‘You wouldn’t be super wealthy Yas and you do like your money.’

  ‘I do,’ I grinned to myself. ‘Even if Logan had an identical twin, but with a cock an extra inch longer, I think I’d still prefer to have Eoin’s money. I get to have that every day and Logan’s big cock whenever I want to pay for it.’

  ‘You get to have your cock and eat it,’ Chardonnay giggled.

  ‘More than one tonight I hope,’ I sighed as I wondered what Logan had come up with to fulfil my brief.

  ‘I can’t believe you’re going for all out filthy for the night.’

  ‘I can’t believe you’re still with Mr. Stamina on the field but not in the sack,’ I retorted.

  ‘He’s not that bad,’ she protested.

  ‘Please, that time I had a threesome with you both, he came faster than you did the first time I went down on you, and you’d have probably set a world record for squirting.’

  ‘We should do that again. I really liked that.’

  ‘Well right now I have Logan to do. Maybe if I’m still feeling horny tomorrow I’ll come over. A bit of girl girl may take my mind off how much I’ll miss Logan again when he’s gone.’

  ‘O do babe, fingering myself has never felt the same since your tongue. And it would be so much better without our husbands and their tiny cocks getting in the way.’

  ‘You’re right, it would,’ I smiled down the phone. ‘See you, Char.’

  ‘See you, Yas. Say hi to the man for me.’

  ‘Will do.’ I hung up before she had another chance to distract me. Much as Chardonnay’s fat succulent pussy had enthralled me, and with how good a woman going down on me could feel, Logan was in a complete league of his own. And tonight I was in the mood for some decent cock. Or two, or three, or … I shivered in delight at the thought he may have even organised four.

  I oiled my toned and beautifully spray tanned body up, and gave my silicone 36-E breasts a squeeze, one of the many perks of being with a man with money. I’d had my lines filled with Botox in preparation for tonight, along with a little lip filler. Even at thirty-two, I still looked damn good for my age and I planned on keeping on top of that. I’d had my hairdresser over earlier to put a temporary brunette dye on, to disguise my bleached blonde locks. Even though I’d instructed Logan that we had to be discrete with whatever he had planned, I wasn’t taking the chance of someone recognising me. I slipped in some natural brown contact lenses, to disguise my light green eyes and applied my usual fake lashes and lip liner to plump up my lips even more. I smiled at myself in the mirror, I doubted even Eoin or my own mother would recognise me. I checked my long acrylic French tipped square nails, set with jewels, which I’d had the therapist come and do freshly for me this morning, along with a new red vajazzle saying “Hungry” which I thought Logan may appreciate. I looked around as there was a knock on the door.

  ‘Mrs. Taylor, I have some packages here for you.’

  ‘Bring them in,’ I called and noticed a hesitation.

  ‘Are you … are you decent this time? Mr. Taylor wasn’t happy to find out that you were naked last time you called me in.’

  ‘O for goodness sake, Kevin,’ I sighed as I strode over and flung the master suite door open. ‘As you’ve seen me naked more than once, it’s not going to kill you to see me naked again is it?’

  ‘Mrs. Taylor, really, I’d prefer you put on a dressing gown,’ Eoin’s personal assistant spluttered as he looked up at the ceiling.

  ‘What’s the matter, Kevin? You weren’t so embarrassed when I was fucking you last week. In fact, you couldn’t get enough of my naked body.’

  ‘You … you … seduced me, Mrs. Taylor. You blackmailed me and didn’t give me a choice.’

  ‘And what a let-down you were Kevin, with that tiny cock of yours. Just remember how upset Eoin will be if I’m forced to tell him that you made me have sex with you, which I’ll do if you let slip about my other dalliances.’

  ‘I promised you, Mrs. Taylor,’ he nodded vigorously. ‘I don’t want to lose my job.’

  ‘Excellent, then keep your lips sealed and he never needs to know does he,’ I retorted as I snatched the parcels off him. ‘Shut the door for me will you,’ I called over my shoulder as I laid out the packages on the bed and excitedly opened them. I felt my pussy clench as I saw the cheap looking black and red see through peep hole bra, crotchless knickers, suspender belt, and fishnet stockings Logan had sent over. He’d also sent over a pair of patent red high platform shoes and a short black mac with a waist belt. I loved my money and fine fancy lingerie, but sometimes I just yearned to be treated like a dirty bitch. I rolled my eyes as I shivered again with anticipation as I read the hand written card.

  ‘I’m always ready when it comes to you, Logan,’ I giggled and quickly dressed in the new attire, my excitement levels off the charts.

  I sat cross legged in one of the Louis XVIth chairs in the cavernous reception hall as I tapped my nails on the wooden arm waiting for the bell to ring and leapt to my feet when it did, nearly spraining an ankle in my rush to open it.

  ‘Logan,’ I sighed as I flung the door open, to see him casually leaning on one of the stone pillars outside, his ankles crossed and hands in his pockets looking so handsome.

  ‘Yasmin, as beautiful as ever,’ he smiled as he straightened up, stepped forward and kissed my cheek, leaving me giddy. ‘Shall we? We have quite the night ahead of us.’

  ‘Excellent,’ I giggled and let him lead me to the blacked out Merc. I just knew that this was going to be a night I’d never forget.

  The Drive

  Logan

  I helped her into the back seat of the Merc and rolled my eyes while she was busy settling herself in. She looked worse eac
h time I saw her, what the hell made an attractive girl like her do that to herself? I decided that this was going to be my last appointment with her, it was going to be a chore to get it up tonight with her looking like that. Even the fucking house was just as over the top with damn columns and pedestals with lions balanced on top guarding the oversized front door. It looked like a cheap attempt at a cross between the Temple of Luxor and some Roman palace. Money certainly didn’t buy taste. I slid in next to her and turned to face her with a forced smile.

  ‘You look simply breath taking tonight. I wouldn’t have recognised you in the street.’

  ‘Thank you,’ she smiled, not realising I was faking it. ‘I’m in disguise, just in case.’

  ‘I’m sure no one will recognise you and even if they do, I can assure you that doing what we’re about to do for the evening, no one will be shouting about it as they’ll all be in the same boat.’

  ‘Don’t,’ she groaned. ‘I was excited enough without your slutty underwear delivery and the little note.’

  ‘Liked that, did you?’ I chuckled as I tried not to wince at her high pitched squeaky voice. Was it always this irritating? I couldn’t remember. She’d only have to open her mouth in front of the wrong person and everyone would know it was her.

  ‘I liked it all,’ she nodded vigorously.

  ‘I think I’d better test if you took your instructions seriously. I told you that you needed to be wet.’ I reached over and undid the belt on her short coat.

  ‘Logan,’ she protested as she flicked her eyes at the back of James’s head. ‘Put up the privacy screen.’