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Author: C. J. Fallowfield
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it would bruise my ego severely. No one had
ever stood me up.
    ‘Is this seat taken?’
    ‘I’m afraid so,’ I replied without looking at the
speaker. As well as skilled in bed, I was also skilled in reading into people’s
body language, listening to their tone and intonation and making snap
judgements. I’d lay bets that she was in her mid-sixties, a smoker, which I
hated, and that she was desperate. While the irony of not liking desperate
women for casual personal encounters wasn’t lost on me, given that I got it up
on a regular basis for desperate women, that was work. In real life I
veered towards women who weren’t quite so obvious and pushy.
    ‘It looks vacant,’ she prodded. Why the hell
ask if you’re going to ignore my response? I slowly turned to face her,
pleased that my intuition hadn’t let me down. She was attractive for her age,
but severely lined around the mouth from sucking on cigarettes, or maybe it was
cock as well, she certainly wasn’t shy in pressing me for my company.
    ‘It won’t be for long and I’m afraid that wasn’t
an offer,’ I smiled politely. She visibly bristled and tucked her grey hair
behind her ear and haughtily turned to head towards the ladies. I heard a
murmur sweeping around the bar and turned my head back to the door. There she
was, if I’d been drinking my water I might have lost my usual cool composed
self and spat it all over the floor. What the fuck was she wearing? And more
to the point, how the hell did Mr. Domville think that his daughter was a
virgin? She smiled as she saw me sitting at the bar and moved towards me
with a surprising grace. Her dance training I guessed. I widened my thighs
slightly to accommodate my swelling cock. She had amazing legs and that dress
fitted her like a second skin, there was no fat on her anywhere. If anything
she was a bit skinnier and more flat chested than I’d like, a bit too straight
up and down and needed more of a curve to her hips and backside, but I wasn’t
complaining, she was attractive.
    Sometimes I felt like James Bond, I was tasked to
fulfil my duties no matter what the cost. Logan Steele, licenced to thrill. I
let out a chuckle at my off the cuff witticism. I ought to have business cards
made with that slogan. Sometimes I just wished I could be myself more, but
women didn’t pay me to be myself. The real me was a bit of a gaming geek, who
loved to drink pints of beer while hanging out with his friends, who laughed at
things other people didn’t find funny to the point of doubling up, who adored
his football and rugby. No, they wanted the suave Logan Steele, seducer of
women, calm, controlled and mature.
    ‘Antoine, a bottle of Cristal please,’ she ordered
as she took the seat next to me, her eyes flicking to my crotch as she did.
    ‘Certainly, Miss Camilla,’ nodded my bartender and
gave me a discrete knowing smile.
    ‘Having a party?’ I asked. I watched as she
quivered, my baritone voice often did that to women, it was supposed to be a
sign of virility, I guessed it was. Having a deep voice had never done Dan and
I any harm when we used to act as each other’s wing men. Not that we needed
help drawing them in, but it made the whole experience more fun.
    ‘Actually yes, I’m expecting a very large
surprise,’ she smiled as she swivelled on her stool to face me.
    ‘Then I sincerely hope you aren’t disappointed.’
    ‘So far the evening has exceeded expectations, and
it’s barely begun,’ she giggled as she slowly parted her legs, letting me see a
flash of green lace before she crossed them again.
    ‘What expectations did you have?’ I enquired as
she ran the pointed heel of her shoe up my calf.
    ‘I’m really hoping to scream when I unwrap my
present, I’m hoping it’s as big as I imagined.’
    ‘I’m sure it will be, who could refuse to give you
what you want?’ I asked with a cock of my head. I could see the pulse in her
neck beating faster.
    ‘No one I hope, I’d hate to have to

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