Adventures of a London Call Boy (16 page)

I walked over and sat next to her, kissing her neck, by her ear, and then her sensual mouth as she twined her slim arms around my neck. She had a great body for sex: long limbs and generous breasts, and clearly gifted with athletic prowess. I lifted her up in my arms and carried her to the bed, half stumbling as I put her down. I found myself on top of her, the two of us bouncing on the thick mattress. She unbuttoned my shirt as we kissed, while I unzipped her dress and began to play with her nipples. She had no bra either, and soon she was naked except for her shoes. I kissed her breasts and toned stomach, and soon I was tasting her sex. Her pussy was neatly trimmed, slightly darker than her hair, and was wet with arousal. She stayed strangely silent as I teased and licked with my tongue, but I could tell from the pressure of her hands on my head, nails almost digging into my scalp, that she loved it. As I increased the strength of my tongue strokes, she kicked her legs in the air, gritting her teeth, as the first waves of orgasm flooded over her. She came very quickly, but the sensation was clearly no less intense. Her shaking almost threw me off, and I found my face pressed hard against her smooth groin.

As the quivering died down, I leant back and unzipped my fly. She scrabbled on to all fours, hitching my trousers down my ankles to allow better access to my cock. She sucked enthusiastically, if hurriedly, concentrating more on the end result than on the pleasure itself. But for me, the beautiful curves of her back and the cleft of her arse turned me on even more, and I stroked her silken hair and enjoyed.

Stopping myself coming, I realised there was a chance to do something I'd never done before.

‘It's a great view you've got here,' I said to her.

She looked up, my penis still in her hand, slightly confused.

‘What?' she said, shaking her hair away from her face.

‘Come on,' I said, shifting away from her and taking her hand. I helped her off the bed and led her, still in her fuck-me heels, towards the balcony. Opening the door let in a gust of cold air, and as I guided her to the rail her tits and nipples went taut with the chill. I rolled on a condom and pushed her legs apart. She arched her back and shook her head as I slid my cock into her. She grasped the rail tight while I began to fuck her from behind. The view was marvellous – her form against the black of the night, the lights of the city and the stars above. I leant back and concentrated on the pleasure of her pussy against me, a finger stroking her clitoris from behind as I did.

On the balcony her policy of silence ceased. She gasped and moaned as I stroked and screwed her towards her second coming.

‘Yes, come on, more. Don't stop,' she shouted at me and at the city. There was no danger of me stopping. I wondered whether we could be heard from the street below, and in a way hoped that we could be. We came together, her rapid shakes and clenches sending bolts of pleasure up my shaft as I ejaculated, deep inside her. I held her tight from behind until we had both finished our final shudders, and then we collapsed back inside the room.

Lying on the bed, still sexy and naked but for the shoes, she turned to me.

‘I have to be downstairs. Can you see a pair of knickers anywhere?'

‘I didn't think you had any on.'

‘That was just for you, Jake. Or should I say, Chesc.'

‘It's Cesc. And how do you know?'

‘Let's just say that my present was better than anything my sister's getting.'

In a flash, she was dressed and on her way out. I took one last admiring look at her as she left through the door.

Present? I thought to myself. What on earth was she talking about? And how did she know my real name?

Chapter Thirty-three

Later, things started to fall into place. I don't think that Jackie was really meant to mention it to me, so in a way, I found out about the presents only by accident. Unable to resist, I asked J. about it at our next session.

‘Well she's a silly girl for mentioning it,' she said with a shake of the head. ‘You don't mind, do you? In a way you should be flattered.'

‘What's the story, though?' I said.

J., it happened, had decided that I was an excellent present to give to friends, starting with Jackie, an old friend of the family about whom she felt rather protective. I wasn't quite sure what Jackie had done to deserve me as a gift, but J. had told her about me and offered, well, a unique way to mark her big sister's wedding day.

Reading between the lines, I got the impression that Jackie was feeling rather down about the whole affair, having split up with a boyfriend in the run-up to the wedding. That sort of explained her changing attitudes during our session – starting quiet and reserved, and then getting more enthusiastic as we went on. And that was also why she'd left me so quickly – there was no danger of her mistaking me for a possible relationship, and J. had been clear about the set-up. I was a hired fuck, a quick and decadent release, and that was that.

‘You're not annoyed, are you?' J. asked.

‘No. Of course not. I enjoyed myself. But you can tell me, you know, if you're going to set this sort of thing up.'

‘Ah. You see that was part of the attraction. I knew I could trust you. In fact, I heard you.'

‘You weren't downstairs, were you?' I asked, remembering the arousing image of Jackie's perfect naked body leaning over the railings into the cold night.

‘No. I was in room 17. It quite turned me on.'

‘In that case, maybe I should charge double,' I joked.

So, just like that, I had become a very trendy and decadent gift that girls could bestow on their friends. It was quite simple, and seldom as elaborate as the set-up with J. and Jackie. The woman either got tipped the wink by her friend, or got a card in a little envelope. Meanwhile, I got a number and a cheque. Other than that, it tended to work much along the lines of a normal date, except that the payment came from a different source.

I wondered how the women felt, but then realised that it takes a good friend to tell you that what you really need is a damn good shag. It could also be, I came to realise, a very modern and classy alternative to the stripper on a hen night. I have become, apparently, the most decadent and trendy gift that can be given on such an occasion.

Rather than being forced into ridiculous fancy dress, made to down sickly drinks until you puke and then being mock humiliated by a muscle-bound exhibitionist, far more pleasant to spend a very decadent and discreet evening with a man who is trained for and dedicated to your pleasure. I liked the fact that I was stealing business from strippers.

It turned out also that J. and Celeste had been colluding. I had no idea how they'd got each other's numbers. But they had, and somehow they'd been discussing my career. I didn't mind. Well, not too much. Celeste knew what I did, and I was only slightly wary about the level of detail that she got. But the advantage was that they both knew a lot of people, and so could pass a lot of work my way.

One of my first hen-presents was courtesy of Celeste. A friend of hers, a girl she'd spoken about on a number of occasions but who I'd never met, was getting married. Celeste had drunkenly suggested to her that instead of a piss-up, she should spend her last official night of freedom being professionally pleasured. The girl heard ‘pampered', and thought Celeste was sending her to a spa. When Celeste cleared up the misunderstanding and explained about me, the girl, who we can call F., accepted the gift enthusiastically.

Celeste handed over a cheque and the details. Even though she was my friend and my flatmate, she still stuck to protocol, and I was glad. As I've already said, there's a big problem with giving freebies.

The girl lived out of town, in fact in the same village she'd grown up in, with Celeste, somewhere leafy out on the South Downs, and had come up to London to spend the weekend before her wedding. The excuse she'd told her fiancé was that she was having a spa weekend in the city, with some shopping and dining with Celeste and a few buddies thrown in. All that was pretty much true, with the small omission of my services on the Saturday night.

The taxi dropped me on the marble doorstep of a little boutique hotel near the Tate Modern. The glass double doors slid open for me, and I asked the receptionist for the room number of my assignment. She called up to the room and then pointed me to the lift. I clicked across the floor and then went up a couple of floors. The hotel smelt of expensive perfumes and curative oils; I imagined my date spending the day being rubbed, pampered, waxed and massaged, and guessed that all that was missing was some closer attention from me.

I found her room and knocked twice. A husky voice called me in.

I was impressed.

Firstly, the room was spacious and luxuriously furnished. Secondly, on the bed, propped up on her elbows, was Celeste's friend, F. She was shorter than Celeste, a similar age, curvy, with lots of long blonde hair. And she'd dressed for the occasion, better than any normal hen-night outfit: an Agent P. corset, fishnets and crotch-tie knickers. It was an outfit designed for filthy sex. There was also, I noticed, a riding crop on the bedside table.

‘Hi. I'm Cesc. Pleased to meet you.'

‘I can tell,' she said. She'd noticed that I'd got wood on sight of her.

‘So,' I said, hanging my coat behind the door. ‘How can I help you?'

‘Well,' she replied. ‘While I work out what I want you to do, first you can go down on me while I watch porn.'

It was a surprising request, but not one totally out of the blue. A few clients enjoyed porn, and Raven had once played vintage sound recordings of couples fucking during one of our sessions, while she mouthed their old-fashioned cries and moans.

I stripped and worked my way over to F. She was, without doubt, a girl who'd enjoyed too much of a lot of things, including sex, cigarettes and probably money, but she was none the worse for it. With my head between her ankles, I ran my palms up her stockings, and then massaged inside her thighs as I kissed my way up her legs. Greedily, she undid the front of her knickers, and soon the rough elastic of her suspender belt straps was clamped around my ears as I pleasured her pussy with my tongue.

Behind me I heard the sounds of pay-per-view movies: a mix of American and foreign voices in varying states of arousal and sexual excitement. I heard women beg to be fucked in various ways, men praise the sucking skills of their partners and one actress ask in a Texan brogue for ‘all your cocks in me, now'. Soon, F. had produced a vibrator, and I was penetrating her with its thick head while I licked away on her aroused clitoris. Meanwhile, the sounds of fucking coming from the television became ever more urgent, as an orgy erupted. I cast a glance over my shoulder as I took a breath, to see a woman on all fours sucking two men while another screwed her from behind, while in a corner another couple looked on, masturbating each other furiously.

F.'s orgasm coincided with the climax on screen. I pushed her further with the vibrator, while quickening the strokes with my tongue, and she began to come with loud gasps and a gush of juices from inside her. I hoped the room was well soundproofed, but soon decided that other guests and staff should expect it. Once she had savoured the last throbs of her climax, she settled back down on the bed and I squatted, admiring her voluptuous form.

With her breath back, she looked at me, and then cast a glance over my shoulder at the pay-per-view behind me.

‘I want to do some of that,' she said. I turned and observed an athletic coupling between a muscular stud and a pneumatic blonde. After a few moments, another man joined in, the actress mouthing his penis energetically while bouncing back and forth on the penetration from behind.

‘There's only one of me, but we can try,' I said.

I put a condom on and moved her into a position parallel to that of the girl on screen. Then I slid into her, while giving her the vibrator to mouth and taste her own cum. I screwed her with the same, rapid rhythm of the actor, while she, occasionally shooting a look at the screen, sucked off the imaginary third party.

The actress didn't come, and neither did she, but both their cries became more urgent. The image cut, and now the woman was riding her partner, the other man gone. We swiftly switched position, her breasts still held tight in the corset. I noticed two little slits, and freed her hard nipples, sucking them as the man on screen did. Then, from off screen, the other stud appeared, and positioned himself between the couple's legs, behind the girl. He fondled his enormous cock to arousal, tensing his stomach muscles, and with the other hand running juices from her pussy to between the girl's cheeks. Soon, he was entering her as well, her teeth gritted in determination as she received the double penetration. Meanwhile, I moistened the vibrator, and copied the same penetration on F. from behind. She too gritted her teeth, and like the girl on the screen her moans and pleas grew louder. Soon, all of us were coming, F. screaming the same words she heard on screen, while the two men shot their spunk into the actress. My thrusts grew quicker, looking at F., looking at the screen, while my hot juices flowed into her.

As we fell back down onto the bed, the scene on the TV turned into a mass orgy of hot and sweaty sex.

‘I don't have any friends with me, I'm afraid,' I said to her.

‘Well, we can always play,' she said.

On the screen, a porn star was lying on her back with men screwing her from all angles. Other women were on hand to fluff and suck the guys, while the sexy blonde in the middle groaned and gasped with convincingly feigned pleasure. There was so much action that it was almost impossible to make out how many and who were doing what.

F. turned round onto her back, her head at the end of the bed, leaning over, watching the screen upside down. Her large, round breasts were still considerable, even in that position, her big nipples still poking through the slits of her corset. I found another vibrator and gently placed its three ends in where they were designed to go. The triple stimulation, along with the porn, aroused her immediately. I checked the screen and adopted the pose of one of the men, stationing my legs over her head and deep-throating my cock into her mouth as I lay over her and she watched my balls and the screen, upside down between my legs. The girl on screen was taking multiple penetrations, so I slid the Rabbit in and out while rocking my penis in and out against her tongue. We fucked like that for several minutes, with her watching the porn and taking my dick deep between her lips, while I used the vibrator to pleasure her in multiple ways. Soon she was coming, sucking hard on my penis, her body quivering under me, while my second shot of sperm coursed out of my cock and deep into her throat.

We rested for a while, still watching ever more outrageous films, before a final session from behind, watching another porn movie. I left her, sweaty, exhausted and half dozing, in the early hours of the morning. On the way home, I texted Celeste to thank her for the client, while wondering if there was a way I could get myself included on a wedding list service.