Strangers
for the Night
For the Night Series ~ Book One ~ Contains Adult Themes ~ Suitable for 18+ Only
My name is Logan Steele. I’m devilishly
handsome, seriously ripped, well hung, charismatic and highly sexed. Women just
can’t resist me. So when I lost my job in the construction industry and was struggling
for cash, I decided to put my assets to good use.
By day I’m a private personal fitness
trainer. By night I’m a high class gigolo.
I don’t advertise my sexual services
anymore, I have a long client list that come to me through word of mouth. I’m
that good I’m booked months in advance. Scores of women pay me extortionately
high fees to fulfill their fantasies. And for the most part I do. I have a
strict set of rules that I abide by, which are provided in the full contract
that you’ll receive along with the booking form, if accepted. I've bullet
pointed an abridged version below, just so you’re clear before you send me an
email request:
Rules my
clients must comply with are:
I must see a picture in advance.
I can decline the booking request
without explanation.
I can only be booked for the night.
All sexual acts must be consensual.
I will provide you with a report to
complete, then I will choose the setting for our meeting based on your
scenario.
I am flown first class or by private
jet if I am required to work abroad.
In the event of the above, I will
provide my dietary requirements in advance.
I will perform a full background check.
I base my variable charge on the
scenario being requested.
“No” rules that
I stipulate are:
No bareback.
No minors.
No physical violence.
Nothing illegal.
No form of emotional attachment during
or after the event. I am merely performing a sexual or companion service.
No contact after the event, unless it
is for a new booking.
And my absolute
number one rule, without exception is:
Full payment up front which, is non-
refundable. There is no requirement for a refund clause, I never fail to
perform.
So, now you are aware of my rules for
the night and are about to contact me, all that remains to be asked is “Who do
you want me to be?”
‘Strangers for
the Night’ is Camilla Domville's idea of the perfect fantasy. Meeting a hot guy
in a bar and going back to his hotel room for a night of unbridled passion,
that’s if they even make it to the hotel room before Logan seduces her.
Downright
raunchy, saucy and hot, Logan's sexcapade with Camilla threatens to be his
last, as she's set her sights on him and is determined to be his one and only
client moving forwards. But Logan's main mantra is “Never get emotionally
attached to your client.”
While this
works with Camilla, a booking with a future client has him looking forward to
it in a way he never has before.
‘I’m not one for crowds, Miss Camilla.
I’m best in a one to one situation.’ I lifted the corner of my mouth into a
smile.
‘One to one?
Are you trying to seduce me, Sir?’ she gasped, acting all affronted.
‘There is no
trying,’ I countered as I leaned in and placed an elbow on the bar, the other
on my knee as I spread my legs in a masculine pose. ‘If I wanted to seduce you
I would. I’d rip those tiny green knickers you’re wearing to shreds and impale
you on my cock before you had a chance to beg me.’
‘And what makes
you think I’d be interested?’ she asked as she uncrossed her legs and parted
them slightly.
‘The fact that
you’re dying to know just how large I actually am that it’s made your tiny
little cunt drip with arousal, every man in this bar can smell it, you’re
watering for me, aren’t you? Desperate for a stranger to fuck you and take you
to heights you’ve never seen.’ I angled my fingers to trail slowly up the
inside of her thigh and her eyes glazed as her breathing quickened. ‘Blow off
your party, I’ll show you a far better time that you’ll remember for years to
come.’
‘Only if I can
blow you off,’ she whimpered as my index finger reached the sodden lace. ‘We’re
in a public place,’ she whispered as her eyes went wide when I started to
stroke. I smiled, this was the reason I refused scripts for the entire night, I
only agreed to use certain words or phrases if that really got them off. There
had to be some spontaneity or where was the fun? She’d not been expecting me to
rub her clit as she sat at the bar in her father’s hotel.
‘That was a
given, Miss Camilla. I’ll want you on your knees with your hands tied behind
your back as I fuck your throat and you’ll swallow me with no complaint, I may
even save some for that pretty face of yours.’
‘O fuck,’ she
groaned as she closed her eyes.
‘Not quite yet,
but it can be arranged very shortly if you so desire,’ I advised as I slowly
trailed my fingers back down her thighs. I heard her gulp as she opened her
eyes and nodded at me. I stood up and fastened the button on my jacket, leaving
her eye level with my chest as I held out my hand to help her off the stool.
She took a sharp breath in, she’d felt it, the elusive crackle that everyone spoke about when they met their perfect
match. Despite the number of women I’d had, that crackle still evaded me. I put
my hand in the small of her back and steered her out of the bar, aware that many
eyes were on us. ‘You live dangerously,’ I observed as we made our way across
the cavernous lobby.
‘For accepting
the offer of a stranger?’
‘That, and the
fact that you’re brazen enough to do it in this hotel.’ I wasn’t supposed to
bring up the fact that I knew who she was. ‘You’re not worried people will
think you’re a prostitute, dressed like that?’
‘How dare you!’ she hissed as she glared up
at me.
‘A high class
prostitute, one I’d happily pay good money to fuck,’ I shrugged. ‘Lucky me to
get you for free.’
‘I’m paying you arsehole,’ she snapped, breaking
cover, as we stood in front of the lift door and she rummaged for her key.
‘Did you never
question why the price was so high?’ I asked as I trailed a finger up and down
the inside of her wrist making her swallow again. ‘You’ve never been fucked by
a real man Camilla, a man so large he could split you in half with one thrust,
who can make you come multiple times in seconds just with his fingers, let
alone his tongue and thick cock. I’m so large, I’ll stretch you so wide that
you’ll have to resort to dual penetration in your cunt to feel half of what you
felt with me when you fuck anyone else. I’ve even made a woman come just by
telling her what I was going to do to her. Tell me you’re not dripping down
your thighs right now at the thought of it? That your little clit isn’t
screaming for me to touch it properly without that lace in the way?’
‘Logan,’ she
mewled as she swayed on her feet and dropped the private lift key card. I
dropped to one knee next to her and stooped to pick it up, pretending to steady
myself by clasping the back of her right leg, taking the opportunity to press
my thumb against the little known erogenous zone at the back of her knee. I
smiled as I heard her pant as my thumb worked while I picked up the key card
with the other hand. I released her leg just before she had to reach out to
palm the lift door to keep upright. I placed my hand back on the small of her
back as I swiped the card, then leaned closer to her and breathed on her neck,
making all of her hair stand on end.
‘I’ll take that
as a yes,’ I whispered as the doors opened and I steered her into the far
corner, keeping my back to the hidden camera somewhere on the wall behind me.
‘How about we unwrap your surprise right now?’
‘Please,’ she begged.
For the Night
Strangers for
the Night
Virgin for the
Night
Filthy for the
Night
Ménage for the
Night
Sophisticated
for the Night
Biker for the
Night
Dominant for
the Night
Actor for the
Night
I write contemporary erotic romance,
with humour, which are full of emotion and plenty of drama. I am a 44 year old
female from the United Kingdom and live in the wonderful countryside of Wales,
surrounded by rolling hills, trees and fields full of sheep and cows. Writing
aids include chocolate, Ben & Jerry’s and copious amounts of coffee, wine
or cider.
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