I could see why my men had been disappointed in her. There was a cheapness to her that belied her breeding. She’d somehow sidestepped her mother’s exotic charm and even the brooding looks of her father. Her face was flat and wide. Everything about her was wide. Her eyes were large almost to the point of protruding, her nose was just too broad to be cute, even her mouth was too full… in more ways than one.
Even so, she had a certain, enthusiastic charm about her. Her fluffy, blonde curls framed a face that seemed wide awake and very different to the distant-looking girl in the photos. I couldn’t help thinking there must be some other reason she couldn’t find a man of her own.
I wondered how much pleasure she was really getting from it. Sucking on dicks encased in rubber couldn’t taste that good, even with the flavoured ones they were using specially. No one was going near her without one, or going down on her at all. I wasn’t putting their health at risk, not even for Giles. It wasn’t perfect, but usually health checks were undertaken beforehand, as a matter of course. But then, most girls knew what they were getting into. Looking at her now, I could tell she was lapping up the attention, and I felt bad for her. I knew how this would end.
She pulled back slightly, to take his tip into her mouth, then took hold of two of the other guys’ dicks and started to toss them off. As she leaned forward to take his cock deeper down, her tits, encased in a petrel blue boob-tube, rubbed back and forth against the open window.
At least she’s dressed the part, I thought, with an inward sigh. When Giles saw this, he wasn’t going to be impressed. I always took video, as routine. It protected everyone involved. But typically it stayed in-house and untouched, sealed straight away in the vaults beneath The Castle. It seemed bizarre, and quite sickening, that he’d want to see it but, at the same time, I got it. He wanted evidence, and he’d have died rather than let anyone else see.
Matt pulled his dick out of her mouth, rubbing it back and forth slowly to keep it up. He stood aside slightly, making way for Rick. She leaned forward, her mouth open wide, eager to take him, but he pushed her back slightly and dragged her top down around her waist, revealing her tits. They were full and wide, much like her face, and she ran her hands over them suggestively.
Rick and Matt started tossing themselves frantically, and she cupped her tits in her hands like udders. They surged forward, crouching, and she pushed them into their hungry mouths, as they suckled, more like piglets than grown men. She tipped her head back and sighed contentedly, the sound of their slurping echoing around the empty car park.
‘Show us what else you’ve got,’ said Matt, coming up for air. ‘Come on, Fliss, show us your pussy.’
He got up and stood back, Rick following his lead unwillingly. Every man there was watching her intently, playing with themselves like schoolboys. She looked around them with a knowing smile. She pushed open the car door, giggling unattractively, and turned until her legs were sticking out of the car door. She was wearing a black miniskirt – no surprise there - with high heels to match, and the legs that linked them were long and tapered. Something to remember her mother by, at least.
She looked around the guys, as if daring them to will her on, and they were only too happy to oblige. She’d primed them well, and her looks didn’t come into it now. They all had stellar appetites. It was another of the reasons they got this particular perk.
‘Oh yeah, Fliss.’ Rick was rubbing his cock for England. He sounded breathless. ‘Come on, gorgeous, spread those legs for me.’
She played the tease for a few seconds, parting her thighs slightly, before snapping them shut with that irritating giggle.
‘Come on, Flissie,’ he coaxed. ‘Spread 'em for us, baby. Let’s see what you’ve got.’
She leaned back across the seat, wriggling her skirt up to join her top around her waist, and opened her legs wide. ‘Who’s going to do the honours?’ She pulled her bare pussy apart with her fingers. ‘Who’s going to eat me all up?’
Nine
The phone and the buzzer were going constantly. After a couple of hours, Frank, one of the concierges, came up and knocked timidly at the door.
‘I’m sorry, Miss Anderton,’ he said, running his hand over his brow. He was usually cheerful and chatty. Now, he just looked harassed. ‘It’s the reporters. They won’t go away. I’ve rung the police, but…’ He tailed off with a look of defeat.
‘Is…is there nothing you can do?’ I tried to keep the wobble from my voice.
‘I could disconnect the buzzer,’ he said. ‘If that’s what you want.’
‘Yes,’ I managed. ‘Yes, Frank. Thank you.’
He nodded, and backed away, a pitying look in his eye.
I shut the door, and put my back to it, feeling hunted.
I wandered around the flat, wondering what to do. Eventually, I forced myself to sit in front of the TV. I turned it on, and tuned it to a channel. I can’t even remember which. It was pointless, anyway. I just didn’t have the concentration to spare, and I was so terrified the news would come on, and me with it, that I couldn’t sit still.
The phone rang and rang. The few times I answered it, it was some newspaper or other, after a story. In the end, I pulled the cord out of the wall and when my mobile went flat, I didn’t bother charging it.
I tried to eat, but I couldn’t face it, and I still couldn’t stop shaking. Surely I should have calmed down by now, I thought, but my brain had forgotten to tell my body. I had stomach cramps all evening; short, sharp bursts of pain that got worse and sharper and more dagger-like until I thought I’d die, then wore off and I’d need the bathroom. Then the whole thing began again. By the time they finally ended, I didn’t have a thing left inside me, I was sure.
I paced the flat again, pausing a couple of times to look out at the reflections of sunset in the river. It was probably beautiful. I know, at another time, I would’ve thought so, but now I just looked. I didn’t feel anything.
I paced some more, before wandering aimlessly into our room, and collapsing on the bed. Lying there, I decided to distract myself with the one thing that always worked, and allowed my hand to wander just as aimlessly down towards my clit.
I let out a sigh of relief. That feeling; that sudden blossoming of sensation that came from the nerves rather than the emotions, brought with it the promise of an immediate – if transitory - escape. I placed my fingers lightly over the apex of my folds, and began to massage myself, gently at first, then more insistently. As my fingers worked their rhythmic magic, teasing and arousing my clit, my body began to relax, for the first time that day. My thighs parted of their own accord, and my mind started to drift away from my troubles, and into my fantasy world, where emotions didn’t even exist.
As my body, then my mind, became more in tune with my fingers, my thoughts became dirtier and, within minutes, I was where I belonged, in the back room of the bar, the guys around me, caressing my breasts and spreading my legs ready to claim my depths.
But as I looked around at each of them, feeling their hands running over me, their lengths slapping against my bare skin, they were no longer faceless and I knew them all by name. They were all Leo. I was surrounded by him, enclosed in a whole circle of him, and struggling to get out.
I pulled my hand away with a jolt and sat up, trying to shake the image from my mind; but it clung there, refusing to be released. It was then I realised that he’d taken everything from me – even my fantasies. I was awake for the rest of the night, but I didn’t touch myself again. I just lay there, wracked in my own private torment and wondering what the hell I was going to do.