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‘A friend from there couldn’t get a flight out,’ I shrugged, knowing that Jensen would have kept his mouth shut. I made sure that I seduced all of Daddy’s key employees, securing recordings of the events, as a form of insurance policy for any indiscretions that they may witness. Some had been a pleasure, some not so much. Alderton, his accountant, a bald sweaty man in his early fifties had taken much effort to even contemplate, let alone carry out. He was key however in ensuring that he covered my tracks when it came to spending some of Daddy’s money without his knowledge, like the fee I was paying Logan for tonight. I shuddered as the memory of Alderton’s podgy belly smothered my toned cheerleader’s one as he’d panted, dripping sweat from his brow and turned so red I was worried he was going to have a heart attack and I’d die pinned underneath his fat frame. Anyone would think he’d performed the New York marathon the way he gasped with each thrust, if it lasted sixty seconds he was lucky. Very lucky, me too in a way, I’d never been so happy to have sex with someone with a lack of stamina. I wasn’t even convinced he’d penetrated me his dick was that small. Thank God for “small” mercies, I thought with an internal giggle.

  ‘You’ll bankrupt me one day, Camilla. Order whatever you want from room service, the bill’s on me, ok?’

  ‘Thank you Daddy, you’re the best,’ I beamed.

  ‘Have a wonderful night and I’ll meet you and your friends for lunch in the Domville private dining room.’

  ‘They’ll all be gone by then,’ I lied. ‘How about we just have lunch on our own, without Beatrice.’

  ‘When will you start calling her mother?’ he replied with another sigh as he pushed his hand through his distinguished black hair, streaked with silver.

  ‘She’s not my mother, she’s stepmother number five and I hate her,’ I bit back angrily. I didn’t even remember my own mother, she’d died in childbirth. Apparently Daddy had been so distraught that was why he’d refused to have more children, and why I was so precious to him. Beatrice joked that I should be called “Precious” he was that blinded by me. I’d simply stuck my tongue out at her while he wasn’t looking. If it came to a choice between me and one of his wives, I’d always win, just like I always had.

  ‘You’ve not given her a chance.’

  ‘Well she’s not exactly given me one, either. Please don’t put me in a mood Daddy, I have to get ready for my special night.’

  ‘Are you getting ready here or the hotel?’

  ‘I have the hairdresser and beauty therapist coming to the suite in a few hours, I may make my way over now.’

  ‘Do you have a pretty party dress, or would you like to get a new one?’

  ‘I’d love a new one,’ I clapped.

  ‘Charge it to my card, shoes and bag as well. Can’t have my princess looking anything other than stunning on her party night.’

  ‘Daddy, you’re the best,’ I squealed as I launched myself at him and peppered his cheek in kisses, making him laugh.

  I arrived in the six bedroom suite with an entourage of staff behind me. I was having a facial and massage, spray tan, then a mani-pedi with sparkling silver nails to go with my new silver glitter ankle strapped heels. I always kept my waxing up to date, one never knew when a blackmail fuck would arise with one of the staff. Then I’d booked a haircut and colour, style and blow dry, to turn my straight blonde locks into smooth shining sexy waves. I’d purchased an electric blue rubber mini dress, with a silver zip at the rear and a green lace matching underwear set, to enhance my green eyes. It was coming up to eight o’clock by the time I was done, and I could feel myself dampening at the thought that Logan was waiting for me down in the bar and that I’d have his cock buried inside me soon. He’d better be as good as I’d heard and he’d promised, or I’d sue the hell out of him for breach of contract.

  The Bar

  Logan

  The limousine dropped me off at the hotel entrance and I looked up impressed. This place was huge and very obviously expensive. As instructed I reported to Edward, the concierge on duty, who discretely took my overnight case and directed me to the Champagne bar. I strode over, checking my reflection in the frosted glass doors as I passed. I adjusted the cuffs of my shirt under my jacket sleeves and ran a hand through my black, unruly with an edge of cool, hair. I smiled politely as a blonde stumbled as she passed me, too busy checking me out to see the small step in the marble floor.

  Logan Steele, you’ve still got it, I thought as I approached the bar and turned heads. Women wanted me, men wanted to be me, I was used to getting this sort of reaction when I was in my workout gear, but with a suit the attention was more pronounced. Even more so tonight, as I was in a sharply tailored suit that I’d had made to measure in Bond Street as part of Camilla’s requirements.

  ‘Still water, twist of lime, no ice,’ I asked the bartender who nodded and pushed a paper coaster towards me as I sat sideways to the bar, ensuring I had full view of the entrance.

  ‘Alcoholic?’ enquired a redhead as she sidled up beside me and put her hand on my firm bicep.

  ‘Not at all. I’m meeting someone and want to be clear headed for the evening I have planned for her.’

  ‘Lucky lady,’ she sighed and moved onto another single male who gave me a grateful smile of thanks for refusing her.

  ‘Your water, Sir.’

  ‘Thank you, keep the change.’

  ‘Thank you, Sir,’ he smiled. I always paid as if it were an expensive short, otherwise I’d just look cheap.

  ‘You’re welcome.’

  ‘Meeting Miss Domville?’ he enquired quietly as he polished a glass.

  ‘What would make you think that?’ I asked, raising my eyebrow in return. Client discretion was paramount.

  ‘All staff likely to see you with her have been warned to keep quiet, to ensure that it does not get back to her father.’

  ‘The staff are more scared of his daughter than the great man himself?’

  ‘The great man himself doesn’t have sex with his staff and keep the recordings to blackmail them with, Sir.’

  ‘Well I should hope not.’ The report I’d read had suggested as much, that Miss Domville was not the innocent virgin her father believed her to be, but a recording was strictly against my policy.

  ‘If one were aware that there were such cameras, hidden behind the speaker panel in the private lift to the Signature suite, as well as in the iPhone dock facing the bed in the master suite, the vase of black orchids in the main bathroom and box tree bush next to the hot tub on the outer balcony, one could find a way to make sure they avoided their face being seen.’

  ‘Fascinating,’ I nodded as I slipped him another tip and received a grateful nod as he stepped away to serve another customer. So, Camilla was planning on capturing my face and trying to blackmail me? I wondered what for, it wasn’t as if she needed any extra money. I ran through the layout of the suite that I’d memorised and calculated how I was going to avoid her spycams as I sipped at my water and checked the main door again, before checking my watch. She was late, it was already ten past eight. If she stood me up it would do me a favour, I’d been paid up front and could avoid the complications of her scheming, but it would bruise my ego severely. No one had ever stood me up.

  ‘Is this seat taken?’

  ‘I’m afraid so,’ I replied without looking at the speaker. As well as skilled in bed, I was also skilled in reading into people’s body language, listening to their tone and intonation and making snap judgements. I’d lay bets that she was in her mid-sixties, a smoker, which I hated, and that she was desperate. While the irony of not liking desperate women for casual personal encounters wasn’t lost on me, given that I got it up on a regular basis for desperate women, that was work. In real life I veered towards women who weren’t quite so obvious and pushy.

  ‘It looks vacant,’ she prodded. Why the hell ask if you’re going to ignore my response? I slowly turned to face her, pleased that my intuition hadn’t let me down. She was attractive for her age, but severely lin
ed around the mouth from sucking on cigarettes, or maybe it was cock as well, she certainly wasn’t shy in pressing me for my company.

  ‘It won’t be for long and I’m afraid that wasn’t an offer,’ I smiled politely. She visibly bristled and tucked her grey hair behind her ear and haughtily turned to head towards the ladies. I heard a murmur sweeping around the bar and turned my head back to the door. There she was, if I’d been drinking my water I might have lost my usual cool composed self and spat it all over the floor. What the fuck was she wearing? And more to the point, how the hell did Mr. Domville think that his daughter was a virgin? She smiled as she saw me sitting at the bar and moved towards me with a surprising grace. Her dance training I guessed. I widened my thighs slightly to accommodate my swelling cock. She had amazing legs and that dress fitted her like a second skin, there was no fat on her anywhere. If anything she was a bit skinnier and more flat chested than I’d like, a bit too straight up and down and needed more of a curve to her hips and backside, but I wasn’t complaining, she was attractive.

  Sometimes I felt like James Bond, I was tasked to fulfil my duties no matter what the cost. Logan Steele, licenced to thrill. I let out a chuckle at my off the cuff witticism. I ought to have business cards made with that slogan. Sometimes I just wished I could be myself more, but women didn’t pay me to be myself. The real me was a bit of a gaming geek, who loved to drink pints of beer while hanging out with his friends, who laughed at things other people didn’t find funny to the point of doubling up, who adored his football and rugby. No, they wanted the suave Logan Steele, seducer of women, calm, controlled and mature.

  ‘Antoine, a bottle of Cristal please,’ she ordered as she took the seat next to me, her eyes flicking to my crotch as she did.

  ‘Certainly, Miss Camilla,’ nodded my bartender and gave me a discrete knowing smile.

  ‘Having a party?’ I asked. I watched as she quivered, my baritone voice often did that to women, it was supposed to be a sign of virility, I guessed it was. Having a deep voice had never done Dan and I any harm when we used to act as each other’s wing men. Not that we needed help drawing them in, but it made the whole experience more fun.

  ‘Actually yes, I’m expecting a very large surprise,’ she smiled as she swivelled on her stool to face me.

  ‘Then I sincerely hope you aren’t disappointed.’

  ‘So far the evening has exceeded expectations, and it’s barely begun,’ she giggled as she slowly parted her legs, letting me see a flash of green lace before she crossed them again.

  ‘What expectations did you have?’ I enquired as she ran the pointed heel of her shoe up my calf.

  ‘I’m really hoping to scream when I unwrap my present, I’m hoping it’s as big as I imagined.’

  ‘I’m sure it will be, who could refuse to give you what you want?’ I asked with a cock of my head. I could see the pulse in her neck beating faster.

  ‘No one I hope, I’d hate to have to return it for a refund.’

  ‘I’m sure you’ll find that your present comes with a guarantee cast from pure Steele,’ I winked. She gulped and fluttered her eyelashes, then bit her lower lip and wriggled a little on her stool.

  ‘Miss Camilla, your champagne,’ announced Antoine as he carried the champagne bucket around to place it at her side.

  ‘Antoine, I’m in the mood to start my party early. Please could you put it on ice until I arrive in the suite, in case I’m delayed on the way up.’

  ‘Of course,’ he nodded with a slight bow and backed away with it again.

  ‘What a shame I won’t be able to enjoy the pleasure of your company for a little bit longer,’ I advised with a pretend frown.

  ‘Come with me,’ she giggled with a wriggle of her shoulders, as she tossed her blonde hair over her shoulder. That’s one RSVP I’ve never declined darling, I thought as I pretended to consider her request.

  ‘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 in a sharp breath, 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 smile
d 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.

  The Elevator

  Camilla

  My legs were trembling as Logan whispered those words in my ears. His picture seriously hadn’t done him justice. Those eyes, the colour of his surname, were just piercing. He was breathtakingly good looking and his body, I did a silent groan, I hadn’t seen it unclothed, but I think I could die happy just looking at it in his expensive suit. I had a feeling he was going to be worth more than I’d paid for him. Well, what Daddy had paid. Stroking me so brazenly in the bar and that thing he’d just done with my knee? What the fuck was that all about and why weren’t all men aware of it? He pushed me into the corner of the elevator as the doors trembled shut behind us. The second they did he spun me around, grabbed the back of my neck with one hand and backside with the other and hauled me against his hard body as his lips took mine in a crushingly possessive kiss, his tongue levering my lips open to thrash against mine.

  I couldn’t even try and put into words how well this man could kiss, and I was the slut of slutdom. I’d kissed virtually every guy who worked in this hotel, some of the girls too, not to mention both sexes at high school and college. Never in public, always in secret, I had my reputation to try and maintain. Logan trailed his finger up and down the back of my neck, his grip was firm, but those strokes were featherlike and had me imagining what that pressure would feel like on my aching clit. He was right, I’d never been so wet, I could feel it seeping down my thighs. I needn’t have told him to wear that aftershave that always did it for me, if anything it smelled wrong on him, it was dampening his natural sexual musk that was even more appealing, tantalising my olfactory senses. As I sagged against him he suddenly broke our connection leaving me feeling as if I were drowning.