Filthy for the Night (For The Night #3) (3 page)

Logan

James dropped us off at the
ultimate VIP entrance to the 710 club. This was where the elite customers with
ridiculous amounts of money to burn came for voyeuristic or group sex. The main
entrance was for the Silver, Gold and Platinum members, but this rear entrance
to a completely separate part of the club was kept on the down low for more
high profile clients. Even the paparazzi weren’t aware of it. I’d heard rumours
of it for some time and had to pull in some serious favours to get the details
and password to secure the booking for the evening. Yasmin’s fee had been my
highest yet, her husband really must be as dense as they made out in the press
if he wouldn’t notice that lump sum leaving her bank account. I guided her to
the door, gave the password and we were admitted, while James disappeared for a
bite to eat, somewhere nearby in case I called on him to collect us at short
notice. While Yasmin had clearly written out her fantasy evening, clients often
backed out, going for more regular sex, when the reality of it hit them.

‘We’re really at a sex club?’ she asked looking up
at me excitedly.

‘A very high end and discreet one,’ I confirmed as
we followed the butler to take a seat in a private room. A tall blonde dressed
in a power suit, who wouldn’t have looked out of place in a high end boutique
or bank, came to sit with us and talked us through the rules, obtained our
signatures for the confidentiality clause, then took us down to the basement.
We were shown into a vault and directed to a wall of safety deposit boxes, each
customised with a combination code. I deposited my wallet and iPhone, took
Yasmin’s house key and clutch bag off her, securing them all inside. I shielded
the lock with my frame as I set the combination, the last thing I needed was
Yasmin getting my phone number and access to my client files. We then followed
our hostess to a changing room and were provided with luxury clothes hanging
bags to deposit any items we didn’t wish to wear in the club. ‘Well?’ I asked
as I raised my eyebrow at Yasmin.

‘Well what?’

‘Your coat.’

‘You can’t seriously expect me to take it off,
given what I’m wearing?’ she uttered looking at me astonished.

‘You wanted filthy. Do we need to revisit the
whole “you will do as you’re instructed” portion of the evening? Take it off.’

‘What are you taking off?’

‘Nothing. I’m not here to get fucked, you are.
Coat. Now,’ I ordered with a stern look. She looked at me amazed, and for a second
I thought she was going to back out. Then she reached with trembling fingers
and undid the tight knot of her belt. I helped her shrug the item off and
carefully hung it up for her and handed it to our hostess, who hadn’t batted an
eyelid. I was sure that she must have seen it all. I chuckled as I saw Yasmin
had turned a deeper shade of pink, put my hand in the small of her back and
guided her to follow the blonde back upstairs, where we were taken to the main
doors of the ground floor bar.

Yasmin

I felt sick as I stood there with my nipples, arsehole
and pussy on display.
Could I really do this?
It was one thing getting
turned on thinking about it, quite another actually crossing that line.

‘You can always back out if you’re not up to it,
Yasmin,’ Logan advised as he looked down at me. I swallowed hard and took a
deep breath, he’d never let me down before, he’d make sure I was safe if it got
too much.

‘No, let’s do it,’ I confirmed and watched as he
opened the door and gestured for me to step inside. I felt my cheeks heat up as
I entered a large room with a circular bar in the middle, topped by the most
exquisite chandelier. I wondered if it was for sale, it would look amazing in
our foyer at home. I tore my eyes away and looked left and right and relaxed a
little when I saw other woman in various states of undress, some already being
pleasured in full view. ‘Holy shit,’ I muttered as I recognised a whole load of
stars of the music, film, and television worlds. Women were getting fingered
and receiving oral in public, men too, and I was sure someone was already
having sex over in the one corner from the moans emanating from that spot. I
felt myself dampening at the thought of Logan making me perform here and
someone getting turned on watching.

‘Cosmopolitan?’ Logan enquired, as we stood in a
vacant spot at the bar, knowingly full well it was my drink of choice.

‘Please,’ I nodded.

‘I’ll order it, but before you drink it, I want
you to drop to your knees and suck my cock. Before you get alcohol, you must have
the salt,’ he winked.

‘You’re one kinky fucker,’ I scowled.

‘Your fantasy, not mine, though I won’t complain
getting head anywhere. I want your legs spread while you go down on me, I want
everyone in here to see how juicy you are, we need to tempt them, to get a good
line up to come and fuck you.’

‘Logan,’ I sighed. ‘Please tell me that you’ll be
one of the guys fucking me tonight, you know I can’t get enough of you.’

‘If you behave and do as you’re told you’ll get me
later. Right now though, you need to prove that you can follow orders. Cock,
Yasmin. Suck it in public like a dirty whore.’

‘Yes,’ I moaned and quickly kneeled down on the
polished oak floor. I’d love for him to go all out and talk down to me, debase
me completely. My nipples were already stinging they were that pert. He leaned
back on the bar and raised an eyebrow as he picked up a glass of water with
lime and started to sip it. He was so damn hot, I’d pretty much do anything he
told me to, knowing that he’d be sliding his gigantic cock inside me later in
the evening. I undid his trouser button, then unzipped him and peeled back the
material and gasped. I looked at him with a glare when I saw he was wearing a
pair of Eoin’s designer briefs. ‘Not funny,’ I hissed.

‘Kind of is,’ he shrugged with a sexy chuckle. I
soon forgot about my annoyance at his joke when I saw that beast of his
writhing in the material. I licked my lips and quickly tugged at the small gap,
struggling to pull Logan through it. Unusually, he wasn’t completely solid, I’d
never seem him with a semi before, he was always rock hard, but even at
half-mast he was more man than my pathetic husband. I pushed my backside out,
spread my legs as ordered and placed my hands on his strong thighs as I felt
the cold air breach the gap in my knickers. I gently licked his tip, then caught
him in my mouth and started to suck. I looked up at him as he gazed down at me
while drinking his water, he looked like he was somewhere else for a moment,
then suddenly swelled rapidly, nearly choking me. He put his water down,
grabbed my hair back from my face and started to fuck my throat, viciously. I
tried to squeal in delight as I felt myself throbbing down below, he really
couldn’t get enough of me. I frowned as I heard a voice say something behind me.
‘Be my guest, she likes it dirty and the more that want to join us tonight the
better, spread the word. Sex in any of her holes, oral, masturbating all over
her, she’s game,’ Logan responded.

I looked up at him wide eyed as I hollowed my
cheeks and saw him wink as I felt someone’s fingers slide through my rapidly
increasing wetness. I tried to groan, but Logan’s large cock muffled the sound.
Damn it, this was so hot, I was on my knees in a crowded room, with Logan’s
cock down my throat as some stranger fingered me. I started to buck against
their hand and tried to look to the side, but all I could see was other pairs
of knees, clad by trousers. The thought that we had an audience had me climax
immediately and I heard a collective groan from around me, looked back up at
Logan and he growled and shot his thick load straight down the back of my
throat, before pulling back and quickly tucking himself back in. Before I had a
chance to catch a breath, someone’s fingers went into my mouth.

‘Suck them clean,’ ordered a voice in my ear. I
nodded as I went to work, and could recognise the taste of myself on this
strangers chubby fingers, but kept my eyes firmly fixed on Logan’s as I
trembled from the remnants of my climax, revelling in the taste of both Logan
and myself at the same time. As the stranger removed his hand, Logan held his
out to help me up and spun me around to see that about four guys were circling
us, all with obvious hard-ons.

‘O shit,’ I gasped as I locked eyes with one of
Eoin’s team mates.

‘Yasmin? Is that you?’ he uttered as he looked at
me puzzled.

‘Hey DB,’ I sighed.

‘I barely recognised you until you spoke.’

‘Tell me he’s not here,’ I groaned as I prayed for
the earth to swallow me up.

‘No, but I promise I had no idea it was you when I
just … shit, sorry.’

‘Don’t apologise,’ came Logan’s deep baritone,
puckering my skin. ‘You just gave her exactly what she came here looking for, a
night of filth. If you’d like to take it further, we’ll be moving up to a suite
shortly. Would you like him to join us, Yasmin?’ I looked up at DB’s obviously
expectant face and bit my lip, he was pretty good looking and his girlfriend
was always telling me that the saying about coloured guys and their cocks was
true, and what Eoin didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. I flicked my eyes down to
look at the bulge in his trousers. Impressive, not Logan impressive, but a damn
sight better than Eoin. That made my mind up immediately.

‘Yes,’ I whispered. He broke into a large smile.

‘How many are you looking for to join you, some of
the rest of the lads are here too,’ he advised with a cock of his head in the
direction of a group over by the sofas.

‘How many are we talking?’ I asked as I licked my
lips at the thought of it and shifted slightly as I felt someone caressing my nipple
poking through my peephole bra and my butt cheek at the same time.

‘Four of us, think you can take us all on?’ he
winked. I looked over my shoulder at Logan and he nodded at me.

‘She’ll take you, plus the other three that joined
us to watch just now.’

‘Seven?’ I gasped. I’d been thinking three, one
for each hole at the same time, but seven? My body confirmed its approval as
felt my arousal bubbling out of me.

‘For now. Why are you complaining, Yasmin? Your
cunt could suck one hundred cocks dry and still beg for more. Don’t you want to
feel your nipples being pulled while your throat, arse and cunt are full as you
grip the cocks of two strangers in your hands and pump them until they spurt
all over your body?’

‘Yes,’ I groaned as Logan reeled off my perfect
fantasy.

‘You want to feel their come on your tongue,
trickling down the back of your throat, don’t you?’ he added.

‘Yes,’ I mewled as someone wet their finger in my
pussy then started fingering my backside while they continued to work on my breast
at the same time as kissing my neck.

‘Tell them what you are tonight,’ Logan ordered.

‘I’m a dirty cock sucking whore who loves to come
and wants to be fucked twelve ways from Sunday before eating and being
plastered in hot salty come,’ I panted, and heard the swearing and
confirmations of approval from the men gathered behind me as I felt my
excitement dripping down my thighs.

Shall we move upstairs gentleman?’ Logan enquired
as he handed me my drink. There was a loud noise as everyone vocalised their
approval and I knocked my drink back to give me some dutch courage. I was about
to have
the
night of my life, all courtesy of Logan Steele.