Infatuation

  Title Page

  INFATUATION

  By

  Jade Taylor

  Publisher Information

  Infatuation published in 2013 by

  Andrews UK Limited

  www.andrewsuk.com

  This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, resold, hired out or otherwise circulated without the publisher’s prior written consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published, and without a similar condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.

  The characters and situations in this book are entirely imaginary and bear no relation to any real person or actual happening.

  Copyright © Jade Taylor 2013

  The right of Jade Taylor to be identified as author of this book has been asserted in accordance with section 77 and 78 of the Copyrights Designs and Patents Act 1988.

  Prologue

  When I see her it all comes flooding back.

  It had been so long ago, but all those feelings are back in a second; the madness of it all, the insanity of the things I’d done, the risks, the danger, the excitement.

  I should be nervous, scared even; if she said something about our history my life, my new sensible grown up life, would be ruined instantly.

  Instead I’m excited.

  And as I sit opposite her, my heart in my mouth, I can feel my pulse beating between my legs and feel myself getting wet.

  And I remember.

  Chapter One

  It had all started with Craig.

  I’d always enjoyed sex, never been one of those buttoned-up prudes who would rather have a cup of tea, but I never enjoyed sex before as much as I enjoyed it with him.

  With him there were no inhibitions, no little voice inside telling me that good girls didn’t do that sort of thing, with him I could do what I wanted and knew he would never judge me.

  With him I discovered talking dirty, his lips so close to my ear, whispered requests that made me come so easily. With him I discovered erotica, overcoming my initial embarrassment to read him the stories that I’d enjoyed alone, lying in bed half-naked with his hand trailing lazily up my thigh, his fingers inside me as my characters climaxed, rarely getting to the end of the story.

  With him I was ready to try anything.

  So when he wanted to stop talking about our fantasies and do something about them, I was more than ready.

  His fantasies started simple, almost laughably predictable with their lads’ mags scenarios. I sucked him off in the kitchen while his flatmates sat watching TV in the next room, sucking him deep into my mouth, teasing the head of his oh-so-sensitive cock as he tried to stifle his moans. We had hurried sex leaning over my dressing table, watching ourselves in the mirror, eyes meeting, hot with lust as we forgot about getting ready for work.

  We spent one night with him tied to the bedposts, teasing him until he begged to be inside me. Then there was the softer sex, massage oils and candlelight, touching each other so softly, moving inside me so slowly, until I was almost consumed by my orgasm.

  I asked him to wake me with oral sex, and had a surprise one morning when he decided to experiment with ice cubes before I was fully awake. I liked getting him hard while he was asleep and waking him up just as I slipped him inside me.

  I dressed up for him, played nurse to his ailing-then-miraculously-recovered patient, played the stripper dancing around the room in tacky underwear, played policewoman as he made saucy comments about truncheons then showed me exactly what he could do with his.

  Nothing was too wild for us, and I was just a girl who couldn’t say no.

  When he asked me to play hooker I wasn’t surprised, and though the fact he wanted to take the role play out of the house gave me a brief moment of hesitation, it wasn’t long before I was imagining the scenario, my mind already running wild.

  Craig bought the clothes for me, saving me at least the embarrassment of selecting my outfit. He left them out on the bed for me before leaving the house, going for a drink with the boys ‘to make it more realistic’.

  I had a large drink of vodka before looking at the clothes, the idea of doing this in public suddenly did not seem so great.

  The short leather skirt was reasonably respectable, could almost pass as club wear, but when I put it on I noticed the high split up each side. The top was low cut, and with the bra he’d bought pushing up my breasts altogether the outfit definitely betrayed the part I played.

  There were no panties.

  I slipped on my highest heels, then stood in front of the mirror, looking at myself.

  I looked like a whore, but I liked it, and I knew Craig would too.

  I went to the hotel he had specified, and tottered around in my too-high heels before I clambered on to a stool to sit by the bar, needing a ready supply of alcohol to get me through it. I looked around the room, hoping that I wouldn’t have to wait too long for him to appear, horny as fuck but also damn nervous. The bartender kept checking me out, and though I knew that it was partly because he liked what he was seeing, I also knew this was supposed to be a classy hotel, and management could easily be beckoned to escort me off the premises.

  I ordered a drink, sank it quickly, and ordered another, still expecting a hand on the shoulder at any minute.

  Then I saw her.

  She was classier than I looked, but there was no hiding that we were supposed to be in the same profession. Instead of toughing it out at the bar she was sitting in a dark corner booth, obviously waiting for the men to come to her instead of picking them up like I was supposed to be doing.

  Immediately I was impressed, and suddenly much more interested in her than waiting for Craig.

  She was brunette, her hair pinned up sleekly with a few tendrils let down to frame her face. Even sitting down I could see she had a perfect hourglass figure, her blouse open enough to see the top of her creamy breasts and the delicate lacy bra cupping them. Her skirt was just above knee high, but, like mine, was still flashing enough flesh to show that she wasn’t another bored businesswoman.

  She saw me watching, and I looked away quickly. Although I’d obviously never been in this situation before I’d watched enough TV to know that she probably wouldn’t thank me for intruding on her territory.

  Before I’d been worried that I was going to get kicked out before Craig finally showed up, now I was worried that I was going to get dragged in the toilets and have the shit kicked out of me.

  Not that she looked hard, I thought, glancing back, in fact she was really feminine. Really sexy, I thought, all dark and sultry, and I could easily see why men would pay for her company.

  She was gorgeous.

  She saw me looking again, and I looked away again, blushing at having been caught.

  I wondered what sort of things she did in bed, what she charged, whether she fucked wrinkly old men or whether her looks would intimidate them away, despite their money.

  I was still lost in thought when I felt a hand on my arm, and I smiled, turning around, expecting to see Craig, ready to fulfil his fantasy.

  ‘Would you like a drink, love, or can we skip that part?’

  He wasn’t a wrinkly old man, not some hideous fucker with a comb-over and body odour, instead he was young and very attractive, the kind of man I would have picked in my single days.

  But I still pulled away in disgust, no longer turned on by this scenario.

  ‘What’s up love? I’m sure I can afford your prices,’ he reassured me, licking his lips lasciviously. ‘And I’m sure you’d enjoy it that much you wouldn’t
want to charge me!’ He laughed, as if this were funny, not hugely offensive.

  ‘I’m sorry, I think you’ve made a mistake,’ I told him, trying to pull away, but my high heels and the height of the bar stool conspired against me, leading me to stumble against the bar.

  ‘Had too much to drink?’ he laughed, making me wish I was a black belt in karate or something equally unexpected so I could get up and punch him.

  Then something unexpected did happen.

  ‘Just fuck off and leave her Mikey, she’s right, you’ve made a mistake,’ the woman said, taking my hand to help me to my feet.

  ‘That’s right, you girls stick together,’ he sneered, dusting himself off as if he’d been the one grabbed and pushed around.

  ‘She’s just some girl waiting for her boyfriend to come and give her a thrill, get over it,’ she teased, ruffling his hair. ‘Now how about you buy a real working girl a drink? And how about getting one for her too before she goes into shock?’

  ‘Fuck this,’ Mikey replied, throwing some notes on the bar. ‘I can’t stand the hassle,’ he laughed, walking away.

  She turned to look at me, still stunned at having been propositioned, and shocked at my true intentions for tonight being so transparent.

  ‘Don’t look so shocked love, you think you’re the only one in the world that’s tried role play?’

  She ordered two vodka and tonics, ‘heavy on the vodka and light on the tonic’, smiling at Mikey flouncing off theatrically. I looked around the room again, wondering where Craig was and hoping the next fantasy we chose to fulfil was a damn sight simpler than this. She watched me looking around, smiling as she lit up her cigarette.

  She looked like she should have a long black cigarette holder, reminding me of the elegance of Holly Golightly, and I couldn’t believe I were wishing I had half the class of the hooker.

  ‘Don’t worry, I’m not going to bite you,’ she laughed, handing me my drink and tipping the bartender, putting the change in her elegant black handbag and returning to her corner booth.

  I couldn’t help it; I followed.

  ‘Don’t worry,’ she told me. ‘You’re quite safe up there, it’s only that muppet could mistake you for a call girl.’

  ‘Why?’ I asked, not knowing whether to be offended or pleased.

  She took a deep drag of her cigarette, then watched the smoke rings float across the table. ‘For a start you’re dressed like you should be stood on a street corner, not in a place like this, no offence darling.’ She pronounced it dahhhling, and I wanted to be just like her.

  I hadn’t had an instant crush like this since puberty ended.

  ‘You look uncomfortable, as if you know people are watching you and you don’t want them to. You’re looking around, obviously waiting for someone, and, babe, if you were waiting for a client you wouldn’t be looking around like that.’

  I wanted to ask her so much, why was she a hooker when she could have been a model, how much she earned, whether it was all worth it.

  I wanted to ask whether she ever slept with women.

  I wasn’t thinking about Craig then, wasn’t thinking about whether she’d do a three-way, I wanted her all to myself, suddenly wet at the thought.

  I looked at her breasts, not large, but so pert, shown off in that bra as if they were desperate to be touched.

  “I was thinking of having them done, what do you think?”

  “N-n-no,” I stuttered, caught with my hand in the cookie jar. “They look fine.”

  “Just fine?” She reached to grab my hand, and pulled it to her breasts, and I didn’t resist, wanting to touch her.

  Her breasts felt soft and warm, and the material of her top was that flimsy I could feel her nipples begin to harden beneath my touch. Almost inadvertently my thumb moved to caress them, wanting to feel her nipples pucker, wanting to feel how hard they got.

  She dragged on her cigarette, then threw her head back, the smoke streaming out as she laughed, making people look at us while my hand was still held tightly to her breast.

  “Don’t worry, sweetheart, you’re not gay, you’re just curious.”

  I felt the heat as the blush spread up my face and across my neck and bare shoulders.

  Her other hand went to my breast, lazily trailing her fingers across it slowly.

  “I’m Jenni,” I told her, feeling as if we should at least exchange pleasantries.

  She said nothing.

  What’s your name?” I asked huskily, she had almost robbed me of the power of speech.

  “Now why ask that? That could only spoil the fantasy.”

  She leant across, and kissed me hard on the mouth. I’d always imagined a woman’s kiss would be softer than a man’s would, but her kiss was just as fierce, her tongue in my mouth and her lips consuming me hungrily.

  One of my hands was already on her breast and the other went to the back of her neck, deep into her luxurious hair, not caring who was watching, not caring about anything but touching her.

  She pulled away, but her hand stayed on my breast, teasing my nipples with her thumb. “You don’t want me, sweetheart, you want to be me, explore your darker side.” She kissed me again, with a heat I couldn’t believe was faked. This time when she pulled away she kissed me softly on the cheek, as if to tell me that were the end.

  “He’s watching, sweetheart, now go give him the thrill you’ve been waiting for.”

  I walked over to Craig, and we don’t even bother with the small talk, my mouth going straight to his, kissing him as if the world were ending, so hungry for more with my body pressed tight again his.

  The bartender coughed loudly.

  Funny how he hadn’t coughed when I was kissing a woman.

  We broke apart, laughing.

  “That wasn’t what I expected,” Craig said, gesturing at the back corner. I wanted to ask whether he liked it, whether we could ask her to join us for the night, but when I turned around I saw she already had company, a man in a dark suit had quickly taken my place.

  I was jealous, I admit, but as Craig pulled me close again all thoughts of her were forgotten.

  “So, how much do you charge?” he asked as he pulled away.

  “Baby, I’ll take all you’ve got,” I laughed, and took his hand as he led me to our hotel room.

  “So what was happening there?” he asked as he pulled me into the privacy of the lift and kissed teasingly across my neck.

  “I was keeping myself entertained,” I explained, my hand going to his cock, feeling how hard it was already.

  “Honey, you were keeping most of the bar entertained!” he laughed, kissing across my bare shoulders.

  “You shouldn’t leave me waiting so long then,” I complained as I rubbed his cock through the thin material of his trousers.

  “Would you like to sleep with her?”

  I wondered what he would say if I said yes, if he really would go back and hire her for me. Images crowded my mind, making me catch my breath as I imagine two pairs of hands all over my body, to have two mouths all over me... But I didn’t want her softness then, I wanted the hardness of two men, and suddenly imagined it, two cocks competing for my attention.

  She was right, I thought, I didn’t want her, I wanted to be her, to see how far I could take things, to see how far I would take things.

  She had seemed a safe option, but she wasn’t what I wanted.

  I didn’t want to be safe.

  I shook my head. “No”.

  “Are you sure?” Craig asked, kissing across my neck, pinning me up against the wall.

  His hand went up my skirt quickly, and I parted my legs, letting it bunch around my hips. As he slid a finger easily inside me he needed no answer, feeling my reaction.

  His thumb went to my clit as his finge
rs moved inside me.

  “You don’t want two mouths all over you? Kissing your neck, nibbling at your ears, sucking at your nipples, licking your clit?”

  Again he felt my reaction, and smiled broadly as his thumb moved faster.

  “Now the killer question - do you want cunt?” He paused, making me sigh as his thumb stopped rubbing me. “No? Maybe you want two cocks then? Maybe you want me to let someone else put his cock inside you, maybe you want me to watch, wanking as he uses your body?”

  I couldn’t help it; I came hard, juices soaking his hand as my knees buckled and his other hand went to steady me.

  He turned to take the lift off hold and the doors suddenly opened, but although there was a couple waiting he hardly gave me chance to straighten my skirt as he pulled me out, almost dragging me to our room.

  He pulled out his wallet and threw the money of the table then bent me over it. He didn’t even bother taking his clothes off, simply dropped his trousers before thrusting his cock inside me.

  I was that wet he slid inside smoothly, and to my shame I realised he could feel my juices dripping down my thighs.

  He ignored what I wanted, so my hand instinctively went to my clit, still swollen and sensitive, but still desperate for more, and immediately I was coming again, shaking hard as he rammed his cock inside me, almost as if to drive away the jealous fantasy he had created.

  When he came he walked away and had a shower, no words spoken.

  The next morning was safer; we had sex while maintaining eye contact throughout, both of us shaken by the previous night.

  But eventually the fantasy returned.

  Chapter Two

  That should have been it, another of his fantasies fulfilled, a tick on the list, another scenario we could play out.

  I loved Craig.

  But no matter how much I wanted that to be enough, it wasn’t.

  Although that night I’d thought about sleeping with two men, that wasn’t what filled my fantasies afterwards. Instead I found myself thinking of her constantly, at work while bored, at traffic lights, at home while Craig was telling me about his day. My mind would drift away, and I’d be thinking of her once more, feeling myself getting wet as I remembered how she’d felt, her skin so soft, her scent, a heady combination of expensive perfume, lust and cigarette smoke, her mouth upon mine...