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“The Hyatt hotel, Melbourne

20:13 hrs – Friday”

Matthew Crane studied the cordless phone in his hand with suspicion, as if it were an alien artifact and not just a few circuit boards wrapped in a hard plastic casing. It looked futuristic - sleek and evil - and he feared that once placed up to his ear it would suck him into some unimaginable void that he would never return from.

It wasn’t just the sleek black phone that unnerved him; it was the entire ultra-modern hotel suite that sent shivers down his spine and spirits dancing over his grave.

A lot of the furniture was truly beautiful. The velvet curtains were a rich red and the plush carpet a deep sea blue - all obviously expensive, yet thrown together it looked too polished, too perfect. That was the problem; there were no flaws in the entire room. There was no dust on the furniture or chipped paint on the walls, the cushions on the couch were perfectly aligned and the bed immaculately made.

Matt enjoyed the odd bouts of perfection as much as the next man, but without chaos, even just a smidgeon of it, life would be ultimately mundane.

Still hanging onto the cordless phone, he walked over to the couch, picked up all four dark blue cushions and threw them to the floor. Now on a mission to manifest his own chaos, he stalked into the bedroom, tore the covers away from the queen-sized bed and tossed them to the carpet with disgust, adding much needed disarray to the bedroom.

He chuckled with delight at his little anti-perfectionism protest, returned to the open phonebook lying on the antique desk and looked at the phone number again.

The number had already been memorised and his memory was faultless, a machine that stored vast amounts of data without a second thought. But he was a man who disliked mistakes and seldom made them. Some may typically call this behaviour perfectionism. Matthew Crane called it survival.

In his line of work if you make a mistake you might die, or worse, you go directly to jail without picking up your $200 for passing Go. Death and jail were not viable options for him, so the alternative was to be meticulous in every aspect of his work, and that meant training and maintaining his mind to memorise everything in minute detail, even in his everyday life.

He entered the appropriate numbers into the keypad and he began to wonder if he really wanted to do what he was about to do. The little angel on his left shoulder was telling him to take a nice hot bath, think about Sally and relieve the tension that way. The little guy on his right shoulder with the pitchfork was being a little more forthcoming and a lot less eloquent. He told Matt that masturbation was for geeks and losers, and that the bitch the angel referred to as Sally was out of the picture, gone for good, that’s all she wrote.

“Call the number and get us some pussy,” the little red dude ordered, immediately convincing Matt that it was definitely the best course of action available.

“Hello, Marquis Escort Agency, how may we service you?” said a surprisingly young female voice into his ear.

“Uh…hello there, this is actually my first time I’ve done this, so…” he trailed off. His face flushed red with embarrassment and he was glad the young girl couldn’t see him.

“Not a problem, Sir. First of all I need some of your details - name, address, age and your driver’s licence number.”

The situation left him momentarily stunned because it was so businesslike and not at all as sleazy as he’d imagined. It was as if they were discussing the sale of a shoe-cutting knife from an infomercial, and not the hiring of a high-class escort that was getting paid to fuck him.

He wasn’t at all afraid of giving out personal information to a business such as the Marquis Escort Agency. Not only did he lack having a girlfriend to find out about it, he also didn’t have any relatives or friends that word could get back to. He was alone. His chosen profession had left little room to form bonds and relationships.

Besides, he was operating under one of six false identities - Matthew Crane was not his real name.

He gave his false - yet they would survive a thorough police check - details to her and heard the tapping of a keyboard at the other end; obviously she was wearing a headset to allow free movent of her arms.

“Okay,” she said with a final louder tap of a key, probably the enter button. “Mr. Crane, our service only provides the girls for the night and not by the hour. We’re obliged to say that the girls are only there to escort you to dinner. Whatever they choose to do afterwards is by their own accord and in no way pertinent to the money that you pay them for their company.”

He gripped the phone with apprehension and momentarily thought he had crossed some wires. But then, almost hearing his brain click, he suddenly realised that they had to say that for legal reasons, for if they didn’t they were simply hiring out prostitutes which was against the law.

“Okay,” he said, his heart rate easing back into a steadier rhythm.

“So, Mr. Crane, what kind of girls are you interested in?”

“Well…” he hesitated. He hadn’t considered this part.

“White, black, oriental?” she asked patiently.

“White.”

“How about hair colour?” she asked.

“I guess I’d like a blond thanks, but it doesn’t matter if she’s natural or not.”

“Okay, would you like to specify an age? We can’t guarantee that we’ll be able to suit your needs exactly, but we’ll get as close as possible for you.”

Matt was suddenly attacked by a deep sense of shame, which struck him as being ironic because in order to excel in his line of work the fewer the scruples you accrued increased your percentage of success. Morals and ethics had suddenly burst from his blind spot and sideswiped him. Christ, he was in the middle of ordering a girl as if she were a pizza, but this wasn’t a fucking supreme with extra pineapple, it was a real live girl that had feelings and people that probably cared about her. And here he was, on the phone, dialling her in like some takeout food so that he could get off, so that he could fuck her and get his kicks.

“Sir,” the woman pressed.

“Look, Ma’am…I’m sorry, but I think I’ve wasted your time. I really don’t feel too good about doing this.”

He heard a sigh from the other end and he wondered if he’d pissed her off. He felt like a shit for taking up her time, when he of all people was aware of the continual ticking of the clock and that that monotonous sound meant wasted money.

“Sweetie, you sound like a really nice guy,” she said, surprising him due to her thus-far utterly formal nature. “If you’re feeling lonely then one of our girls will keep you company. And if you decide you don’t want you-know-what, that’s entirely up to you.”

The devil on his right shoulder told him to go for it, to get the piece of ass and give it to her good. Surprisingly, the angel agreed with him but not in so many words; he simply told Matt that some company would do him good, especially that of the female persuasion.

“Maybe you’re right,” he agreed.

“Of course I am, honey. Now, how old would you like your companion to be?”

“Anywhere between eighteen and thirty would be fine by me.”

“Closer to eighteen or closer to thirty? C’mon, it’s okay if you like younger girls, I won’t tell anyone.”

“Closer to eighteen,” he admonished, his cheeks flushing red again. “And I was just wondering…uh, how much will it cost?”

“It’s $800 a night. But trust me, our girls are well worth the cost. We’re proud to say that we’re the best escort agency in Melbourne.”

“Okay, that’s fine. Thank you for being so patient with me.”

“I’m happy to be of service, Matthew. We’ll send her out as soon as we can for you. I hope you enjoy yourself, and don’t worry, I’ll make sure she’s a real sweetheart for you.”

Click-

And she was gone. Matt stared at the wall for a moment. He felt slightly sick to the stomach and wondered if he’d feel as guilty when she showed up. But then, as quick as Superman could stop a runaway train, his maleness kicked in and he began to pose a whole host of varying questions to himself. What would she look like? Would she find him attractive? Would he sleep with her and if he did, what would it feel like to have sex with a girl who he was paying to do so?

Deciding to spruce himself up before the escort arrived, Matt took a nice long shower and, feeling as horny as a teenager dating a girl who had a reputation of putting out, he had to constantly resist the urge to soap up his raging hardon and stroke himself into a frenzy.

After towelling himself dry, he slipped into an expensive suit and spent the next ten minutes trying to tie his tie correctly. His hands kept shaking as he thought about the girl that would be arriving shortly, and any guy can tell you that it’s hard enough to get the knot and length perfect on a tie if you’re not concentrating one hundred percent.

There was a sudden soft wrapping of knuckles against wood, a gentle double tap that made his eyes frantically search his own in the foggy reflection of the bathroom mirror.

Okay, he thought, be cool, be calm, and just act as collected and together as you do when you go to work.

Matt ran his left hand nervously through his damp hair and walked from the bathroom to the front door. He gripped the ice-cold metallic doorhandle, pulled back the safety chain and swung the door inward on squeaky hinges.

Ha! A flaw at last, he thought triumphantly.

Any pretence at all that he could remain cool and calm flew right out the window as he focused his eyes on the young lass standing at his doorstep. Every drop of saliva withdrew from his throat and retreated to the pit of his stomach, sending his mouth drier than a thousand-year-old parchment.

A cute young woman stood before him with her glossy lips partially open, a smile painted on them and her eyes boldly meeting his own. She was gorgeous, undeniably, totally and utterly gorgeous. For any man to dismiss her as otherwise would either make him as blind as the proverbial bat or so damned stupid that the poor bastard didn’t deserve to live.

“Are you Matthew Crane?” she asked softly, her voice so low he could hardly hear her.

“Yes,” he replied thickly, unable to do anything but stand there and gaze at her.

Her soft, straight hair was honey-blond and terminated at her shoulders. It partially obscured the right side of her face in a perfect imitation of Veronica Lake, the elegant and beautiful actress from the classic era. Her eyes were a beautiful leaf-green, a pale pink lipstick had been lightly applied to her luscious lips and her skin was creamy in texture - framed perfectly by her lovely blond hair.

The generous curves of her body were wrapped in a tight black dress, which suited Matt fine because while he tried not to favour any particular body type - he tried not to discriminate - a girl that was rounded in all the right places was definitely a bonus.

The neckline of her dress showed enough cleavage to be sexy but not too much to be distasteful, and, the fabric came down far enough to show some leg, although not enough to look slutty.

She looked classy but naughty at the same time, and he desperately tried to slow his hammering heart as he continued to look over her face and body. Whatever differences they may have had in the past, both his good angel and his less-than-good devil companions both agreed unanimously on one fact: she was gorgeous and he should feel lucky to be in her presence.

After waiting a few moments in the hall, she smiled coyly at him and asked, “May I come inside? Unless you want to do me right out here in the hallway?”

“Uh…no, that’s okay. I’m sorry to be so rude, please come on in,” he said, ushering her through the door and locking it behind her.

When they reached the middle of the lounge room she stopped and turned to him. Her gaze was sultry and her sensuous mouth was tilted into a friendly smile. This girl was so scorching that Matt expected smoke to rise from her body or the dress to catch fire.

Realising that his tie was still clenched in his hand, he threw it on the coffee table, aware that he wouldn’t need it until they had properly introduced themselves.

There was little more than a foot between them and she didn’t hesitate in giving him a thorough looking over, starting from his feet and working her way up. When she focused her eyes on his bulging crotch her smile got wider, until finally she moved up his chest and back to his face, re-establishing direct eye contact.

What’s good for the goose is good for the gander, he thought absently.

Her smile did look genuine and it wasn’t only limited to her lips but also extended to her eyes, which sparkled with mischief. Perhaps she didn’t find what she saw too unappealing. If one believed in miracles, it might even be possible that she was attracted to him.

Animal attraction hadn’t been the source of his previous break-up. Sally had constantly flattered Matt by calling him her ‘own private spunk,’ and she had positively adored having sex with him. They’d been a great couple for eight glorious months, until one night he finally decided to confide in her and divulge his true profession. Minutes later she’d left his flat crying with a handkerchief pressed to her face, muttering that he wasn’t to contact her ever again.

And that’s all she wrote.

When the lovely young girl on the phone had told him that he could spend time innocently in the company of an escort, he’d actually tricked himself into believing that he would. For some reason his little angel friend on his left shoulder had fed him lies, possibly due to being threatened by his pitchfork-holding counterpart into encouraging him to continue the transaction.

After all, he was male and he did have hormones, raging ones by the feel of things downstairs. Even the pope would struggle to keep his thoughts clean in the vicinity of the sweet young woman standing in front of Matt.

“What’s your name?” he asked.

“Nikki,” she said. “And you’re Matthew. Is it okay if I call you Matt?”

“Matt is fine, I like that better than Matthew anyway. I hope I’m not speaking out of line here but is Nikki you real name?”

“Yup, I was born Nikita, but I prefer Nikki. Why, is your name really Matt?” she teased.

He couldn’t believe how soft her voice was in contrast to her bold gaze. It was so feminine and sweet. It hit just the right note and he found it as alluring as every other quality she possessed.

“Actually, no,” he replied truthfully, amazed at his honesty. She was the first person he’d told in years that Matthew Crane was not his real name. He hadn’t even told Sally his real name because she hadn’t given him the chance to get that far.

“Do you want to tell me your real name? Just your first, you don’t have to tell me your last name. You don’t have to worry, I won’t tell a soul.”

His eyes narrowed and he tensed with paranoia. “Why do you want to know?” he asked, suddenly suspicious. Suspicion went part and parcel in his business.

With the grace of a feline, she slinked forward and slipped her delicate hands around his waist and rubbed her body against his. Her breasts squished against his chest and his erection became wedged painfully between their bodies. It felt slightly foolish having his hands hang limp at his sides, so he brought them around to the small of her back and felt smooth, bare flesh. He hadn’t even noticed that her dress was backless, which showed how preoccupied by her beauty he’d been.

“Why do you want to know?” he repeated, this time in a softer tone.

“My, my, you are a mysterious fellow, aren’t you?” she whispered, pressing her lips to his. He trembled in her arms. It had been four months since he’d held a woman, kissed a woman, and while she looked like a young girl she was definitely anything but.

“Do you want to know why I would like to know your name?”

“Yes, I would.”

“Because I like to say a guy’s name while he fucks me, and since we’re going to fuck each other pretty soon, I thought you’d like me to say your real name,” she breathed, then parted her lips and pushed her tongue into his mouth.

Matt kissed her back with quaking lips and a spinning head. It was like no other kiss he’d ever participated in. It was soft and wet, sensual yet with a touch of lust. Their tongues played together with a level of joy and excitement that could rival that of winning the national lottery, and, for Matt, merely being able to kiss this blond-haired, green-eyed girl would be worth forfeiting any fortune you could reap from a jackpot-winning lottery ticket. Kissing her was as priceless as Leonardo da Vinci’s Mona Lisa or Michelangelo’s fresco on the roof of the Sistine Chapel, sexier than living in Hugh Hefner’s Playboy mansion, and hotter than the blazes of hell. It was the tastiest, steamiest and most mind-numbing kiss he’d ever been given.

Maybe it was just his blind hope getting in the way, but he really thought that her low murmurs and gentle moans were that of a chemistry building between them and not, as he feared, Nikki simply doing her job.

Eventually, when their lips and tongues began to tire from their strenuous workout, they moved their heads back and looked at one another for a very long time. Silence eclipsed the room, time ceased to move forward. Their bodies were still pressed together, unmoving, conveying thoughts and feelings via looks and smiles instead of using bulky inadequate words that could only insult the wonderful kissing that had just taken place.

Eventually, like a pin penetrating a bubble, Nikki broke through the room’s auditory vacuum. “So…you’re not going to tell me your name?”

“I’d like to, I really would, but…”

“It’s okay,” she said, slipping from his grasp. “I understand, it’s water off a duck’s back.”

He felt a little guilty in not telling her his name. It couldn’t hurt; there was no possible way that the police could ever find him anyhow. So where was the harm?

Matt watched Nikki as she ambled nonchalantly around the room, experiencing great difficulty in tearing his eyes away from her nicely proportioned body. She periodically stopped on her travels to inspecting the hi-tech video equipment and sound system, to pat the exquisite three-seater leather couch with matching recliners, and to take a casual peek inside the bedroom.

From time to time she would flash him a sly look and give her ass a little shake, leaving no doubt in his mind that she knew he was removing her dress with his eyes.

“This place looks like it would cost a small fortune. You must be a pretty important person to be able to afford this,” she exclaimed as she sauntered back over to him.

“Hardly, I’m just a regular guy. I hate to disappoint you but I’m nothing special.”

“You look pretty special from where I’m standing,” she said, tilting her head. “So is what you do for a living as taboo as telling me your real name?”

“I’m afraid it is.”

“You’re quite the mystery, Matthew Crane, and I love mysteries. Most guys who live this lavishly can’t wait to tell me all about how they made their money and how important and special they are, but not you. Not you…”

“I’m not like most guys,” he countered.

“Well, I knew that as soon as I walked through the door. I’m good that way, very intuitive. What I don’t understand is why you didn’t just tell me that Matthew Crane was your real name and make up a job. Why didn’t you lie to me? It wasn’t as if you were in a position where you couldn’t.”

“Honestly…and yes, pun intended,” he said with a smile, “I don’t know why I told you the truth, or half-truth at least. I really don’t know.”

“Interesting,” she said softly, her green eyes suddenly clouding with thought. Nikki uttered that singular word so quietly that he wouldn’t have made it out had he not seen the movement of her lips.

She blinked rapidly a few times and emerged from her trance-like state with a faint blush tinting her cheeks. Flashing him a quick smile, she walked over to the couch to retrieve her handbag.

“There’s no nice way of saying it, so I’m just going to say it straight out, okay? Let’s get the money part out of the way so we can enjoy the rest of the evening.”

“Oh, of course, how silly of me,” he said, reaching into his trousers. He opened his leather wallet and pressed eight crisp green notes into her outstretched hand. The money sat stationary in her palm as her downcast eyes analysed the pieces of plastic with the scrutiny of a jeweller assessing the worth of an uncut diamond. Her upper teeth gnawed on her bottom lip. For the briefest of moments Matt suspected that she didn’t want to accept the money.

Finally, after confusing Matt with her odd behaviour, she placed the eight notes into her handbag and zipped the compartment shut.

She’d received her money, now it was time for her to earn it.

Nikki dropped her handbag onto the couch and strolled up to him with a sexy smile, her body swaying from side to side with the tight black dress hugging every glorious curve that it housed.

Their bodies touched and Nikki dangled her arms loosely around his neck. Wasting no time, she lowered her soft, warm hands and massaged his shoulders as her lips found his, kissing him passionately.

“Why aren’t you touching me?” she whispered between gentle kisses. “I’m all yours; totally and utterly yours. Go ahead and touch any part of my body.”

“What about dinner?”

“What about it?”

“I thought you’d want to go out to dinner before we…you know, started getting a little bit intimate,” he said, sounding every bit like a goof. He’d thought that they would go out to a nice restaurant, have dinner and talk a little bit. That’s the assumption he’d made, and with that assumption he’d also factored in plenty of time to wrap his mind around the idea that he was undoubtedly going sex with her - to get used to it and psyche himself up.

“Well, the term ‘dinner’ can be rather ambiguously interpreted,” she said. “Wouldn’t you prefer to stay here in the hotel room, play with me for a little while, order some dinner via room service and then play some more?”

“Play?” he asked stupidly, the whole thing throwing him off kilter.

“Fuck,” she said.

“Oh. Right…yeah, sorry, I’m a dunce. Jesus, I’m an idiot, aren’t I?”

“Nope,” she said, rubbing her breasts back and forth against his chest. “This is your first time with a call-girl, isn’t it?”

Matt looked away from her and sighed with embarrassment. It was hard to imagine that he could ever feel as small as he did right then. He felt tiny, minute, and the fact that Nikki was so gorgeous only made him feel even more uneasy.

“It shows that much?”

“Yeah,” she said, rolling her eyes. “It kinda does a bit. But hey, that’s cool. To be honest, I would’ve been surprised if you had anyway.”

“Oh? Why’s that?”

“Because you’re gorgeous, that’s why. You’re sweet, handsome and you’re a fantastic kisser. Most girls would die to go out with you, which is what makes it so strange to see you pay for it. What is it, curiosity? Or is it something a little kinkier, like it turns you on to pay for sex?”

“No…it’s nothing like that. I just went through a…really bad break-up and I’ve kind of been feeling a bit lonely, but I didn’t want to go through the dating scene again right now. To be honest, I didn’t think I’d go through with this.”

Sally briefly entered his mind but while Nikki was in his arms she couldn’t even make a brief cameo last for more than a few fleeting seconds. All he could think about was the blond beauty in front of him. Everything about her was glorious, from her sweet aroma to the look of her face and body, but most importantly of all; her personality was dynamite.

She was fun, sexy and unlike any girl he’d ever met. It was quite refreshing to say the least.

“I’m not going to lie to you, Matt,” Nikki said huskily. “I really want to fuck you and I’ll be damned disappointed if you don’t want to fuck me. I’ve wanted you ever since I first laid eyes on you. My pussy’s damp as hell if you’d like to verify what I’m saying, and I hope you will, because it’s been waiting for you to stick your hand down there and pat it.”

Scrutinising her face, he could tell that she was being sincere and not just pulling the wool over his eyes. It was the hesitation when he’d given her the money that came back to him, and there had been so many other subtle tell-tale signs that backed up what she was saying.

Her eyes were searching his for some sort of answer and she looked vulnerable for the first time that night. It was as if she’d just crossed some sort of line and was afraid she’d gone too far.

Matt closed his eyes, angled his head and brushed his lips against hers, giving her his answer in the form of a kiss.

Their tongues writhed slowly, sliding together in a heated sharing of breath and saliva. He placed his hands on her smooth shoulders and caressed her creamy skin, stroking back and forth until he caught the twin shoulder straps of her dress underneath his fingers. Still languidly massaging her tongue with his own, he ever-so-slowly dragged the thin straps down her shoulder blades until they fell away and slapped against her forearms.

“What are you doing?” she whispered, her tongue flicking against his lips.

“Nothing,” he whispered back.

“Doesn’t feel like nothing to me. If I had to guess, I’d say it feels like you’re trying to remove my dress.”

“Then you guessed correctly.”

“So you’ve decided that you want to fuck me after all?”

Moaning softly, he rubbed his stiff cock back and forth against her stomach, desperately trying to relieve some of the building tension.

“What decision?” he murmured against her lips. “You mean there was ever any doubt that I would?”

Nikki laughed around his exploring tongue and ran her hands through his hair.

He gave her a final kiss and pulled away from her so she could remove the offensive fabric wrapped around her svelte body. She grabbed the neckline and wiggled the skin hugging dress back and forth over her breasts, and once they slipped free the material glided down her body.

It fluttered down her thighs and just before it slapped against her ankles, Nikki realised that she should have removed her high-heels first. “Could you hold me steady for one second,” she asked, holding out her left hand. “Thanks, just don’t let go.”

She bent over and peeled her left shoe off, then the right, tossing both of them on the floor without looking where they landed. After stepping out of the dress, she kicked at it lightly with her toe and sent it flying away from her feet.

Drool threatened to empty from his mouth as he feasted his eyes on her luscious body. Her hands caressed herself all over, rubbing at her soft round breasts, tugging at her large pale nipples with her thumb and forefingers, and then her palms journeyed southward to trace over her slightly round tummy.

She was so beautifully proportioned that his cock ached at the sight of her. Matt had been hard for so long that the sight of her nude body caused him to stiffen even more.

Nikki’s entire body was the same milky-white skin tone as her face and it was so erotic to look at, especially the sweet juncture between her long legs where her dark blond bush was highly contrasted against her pale skin. She was a wet dream waiting to happen, better than his hottest fantasy girl, and she was smiling teasingly at him - at him!

“I take it we’re ordering room service?” she asked.

“That would be a yes, unless you want to go to the restaurant like that?”

“That would be a no,” she replied, slipping back into his arms to kiss him.

For a few minutes they made out, both of them with their eyes screwed tightly shut and their tongues massaging back and forth. Her hands ran through his hair with a quiet desperation while his slid down her bare back to the twin globes of her ass, cupping it, squeezing it, and then he inserted his hand between the crack and his fingers found her vagina. She parted her legs for easier access and continued their kiss, although the intensity of her flicking tongue magnified ten-fold once his hand started caressing her wet opening.

Matt’s index finger made contact with her clitoris. “Oh shit!” she gasped around his tongue. Nikki was obviously very sensitive down there.

She arched her back and rotated her hips on the hand stuffed between her thighs, moaning into his mouth as their tongues toyed playfully. One thing was for sure - she loved kissing as much as he did, and nothing turned him on more than a girl that really put her heart and soul into a kiss. But it was more than just the kiss. It was her overall attitude and the way she melted into his body; her arms clutching his neck, the slow rotation of her hips and her throaty gasps of pleasure.

There’s a big difference from looking sexy and acting sexy, and, as he played with the slick outer lips of her pussy, he decided that she was one hundred percent of both.

Nikki’s tongue slipped from between his lips and left a trail of saliva as it travelled along his cheek and down his neck, lightly nipping him with her teeth, kissing and sucking softly on his flesh.

“Why don’t you take me into the bedroom,” she whimpered. “We’ll strip you out of these clothes and get you all nice and naked. Then we’ll play with each other and be as naughty as we possibly can.”

He slipped his paw into hers and led her into the bedroom, unable to remove his gaze from her sexy green eyes for a single second.

“What the hell happened in here?” Nikki asked. She giggled and held her free hand up to her mouth.

The room was a mess. The sheets and doona were strewn all over the floor, yet the mattress’ bronze fitted sheet and matching pillows remained in their proper positions, smooth and untouched by his anti-perfectionism mission a little while ago.

“Chaos,” he replied cryptically.

“So you like chaos, huh?”

He gave a sideways glance at her body and was well aware of the blatant hypocrisy in what he was about to explain to her, because she was almost perfect and he couldn’t fault her in any way at all; physically as well as mentally. However, perfection is subjective. The Nikki he saw standing in front of him differed from the Nikki another man might see. She wasn’t overweight by any standards, but she wasn’t pathetically thin like most guys preferred; the ‘model look’ as Matt often called it. She had the type of body that Matt yearned for in a woman, so to him she seemed as perfect as any girl could ever get.

“It’s not so much that I like chaos, quite the opposite actually, it’s perfection that I have a real distaste for.”

“Then why do you stay at these types of hotels? I don’t want to be out of line but it really doesn’t seem to be you. You’re not like most of the guys that frequent these places.”

“I’m not,” he said with a lopsided smile. “I usually try to stay in middle-class establishments. You blend in better there. When you stay at a place like this you draw attention to yourself and I like doing that as much as I enjoy a punch in the face.”

“So why are you here now?”

“Well…”

Moving with grace born of what had to be dance lessons or gymnastics, she twirled on the spot and used his arm as leverage, pulling herself right up against his body with expert timing and precision.

“Yes?” she enquired.

“I guess my sub-conscious had already decided that I was going to call a hooker all along, even though it hadn’t consciously alerted me of doing so. It must have figured that a nice hotel room was a more suitable environment for female entertainment.”

She pressed her hand down between their bodies and rubbed his stiff cock through his trousers. Bolts of pleasure ripped through him as she gave his manhood a gentle squeeze.

“Remind me to thank your sub-consciousness sometime,” she said.

It was remarkable - albeit slightly scary - that something was developing between himself and a prostitute. At least he thought something was happening. That was the problem, he was treading upon territory that had thus far remained unexplored, and he felt how Columbus must have when he set sail on his fateful journey. Yet his well-honed intuition told him that there was indeed a chemistry brewing.

Some guys would never entertain the notion of having a romantic relationship with a hooker, but Matt Crane wasn’t typical. He knew from experience that what one did for income did not necessarily make them who they were. After all, Sally had left him because of what he did for a living and what he did was probably viewed as being exceedingly more immoral in the eyes of the public than Nikki’s profession.

Slowly, almost teasingly, Nikki helped him remove his clothes, letting her hands glide all over his body as she slid his jacket from his shoulders and unbuttoned his shirt. The next items to go were his shoes, then his belt and his trousers.

Standing there in his briefs, he was about to slip one of his socks off when she grabbed his hand and gave him an uncertain smile.

“What?” he asked.

“I have a…small request, if that’s okay.”

“That’s more than okay, go for it.”

“Could you maybe leave your socks on? That’s such a turn on for me,” she said. “I shouldn’t even be asking because it’s against the rules. I’m supposed to be here to cater just for you, but I didn’t think you’d mind if I asked.”

“No,” he said slowly. “Of course I don’t mind. I’m…flattered that you asked me.”

Again, as he was about to pull down his briefs, her hand encircled his wrist and halted his movement.

“Does a guy wearing briefs turn you on, too?” he enquired.

“Smartass,” Nikki whispered. She leaned forward and kissed him lightly on the lips. “I just want a front row seat when you take them off.”

Nikki tucked her hair back behind her ears and her smile returned to being sexy and confident. She kept her eyes rigidly set on his as she dropped to her knees. His adequately proportioned cock bulged obscenely from his briefs; it was so close to her face that he could feel her warm breath and it strained at having such a beautiful girl’s mouth centimetres away from it.

Lowering her gaze, she leaned forward and pressed her lips to the fabric, kissing his cock through the thin material. Then her tongue slipped out and began to lick him all over until every square inch of the bulge had been treated to the sensation of her tongue.

“Oh, fucking hell!” he groaned.

“Did that feel good?” she asked, his cock suddenly being groped by her hand, which roughly massaged back and forth over his balls as well. “Let’s get rid of this annoying underwear, shall we?”

All he could do was nod in the affirmative as she slipped her hands under the elastic band and lowered the fabric down his legs, asking him to step out of them when they reached his ankles.

Nikki didn’t waste any time. Before Matt could say ‘boo,’ she wrapped her hand around his swaying member and lowered her face to the tip, her lips stretching open as his rigid flesh eased into her warm mouth. With one hand she held the base of his cock and the other slid around to his ass, plying and squeezing his cheeks.

Matt ran his hands through her blond hair as she sucked on him slowly, her cheeks hollowing out as the suction increased. Her lips tightened around his shaft and her mouth bobbed up and down. It was an amazing sight to say the least. A small shudder passed through him as he looked down at her: eyes closed, pink lips stretched around his aching cock, and her milky-white cheeks flushing crimson as she sucked him off.

“Oh Nikki,” he groaned as the pace increased. Her head was a blur of motion and the ever increasing suction of her mouth was causing him to become dizzy with pleasure.

Some women go about the duty of sucking a man off with a lacklustre approach, as if showing up at all was good enough to get the job done. Not Nikki. Such was her creativity, depth of passion and obvious enjoyment in submitting to the task, that her talents went beyond being labelled artistic and overflowed into the realms of sorcery. The intensity of the magic that she was conjuring with her mouth forced him to wrap his hands in her silky blond hair in a desperate struggle to remain vertical.

Finally, much to his relief, she came up for air and her pink tongue darted out as her laboured breathing bathed the head.

She glanced up and offered him a kinky smile when her tongue swirled around the tip of his saliva soaked cock, licking it as you would a tasty lollipop.

The hot flush had extended from her cheeks down to her neck, and he suddenly realised that she must be as horny as hell.

“Why aren’t you playing with yourself, aren’t you horny?” he asked, almost out of breath.

Nikki nodded emphatically but continued to lick his cock all over, never letting up for a second. His legs were shaking so badly that it looked like they were suffering from severe cramps, not from the pleasure of having his cock worshipped by a girl who knew how to use her mouth.

“So?” he persisted.

Removing her tongue from him with a frown, she said, “I’m not here to pleasure myself, I’m here to pleasure you, Matt. Two hands give more pleasure than just one.”

His hands were still tangled in her hair, so he gave her head a playful shake and mirrored her frown with one of his own.

“Don’t be ridiculous. Jesus, do whatever you want to do, okay?”

She regarded him quizzically for a moment, unfazed by the fact that his slick, hard cock was bouncing around in front of her face.

“Are you sure?” she asked softly.

“Do you want me, like you said you did?”

“Are you kidding? Of course I want you! I can’t think of anything else at the moment. Even if I wasn’t getting paid a dime and I’d met you at a nightclub, I’m pretty sure I’d be on my knees like this in ten seconds flat.”

“So imagine that you met me in a nightclub and we’re just two people who are trying to make each other feel good, okay?”

“Okay,” Nikki said, smiling brightly. “You know, this isn’t a situation I’m used to. In fact, it’s never happened to me before at all.”

Her breathing had slowed right back to normal and he suddenly missed the warm, explosive breath that had been cast over him.

Still stroking him with her left hand, Nikki slipped her right hand down her thighs, eased her legs apart and began to rub at the most tender area of her body, which was unfortunately hidden from his view by her thicket of blond pubic hair.

“I’m not exactly sure what’s happening between us,” he said finally, feeling a little bit strange talking this way when his cock was threatening to slap against her nose.

“Me neither. It’s…unprecedented to say the least. Anyway, let’s not bother with that at the moment, there are more important things to attend to, like having me suck on your dick.” At that moment her hand fisted his cock faster, harder, and then she gave him an incredibly sexy smile and said, “Is that what you want, your cock sucked?”

“Uh,” was all he managed as a response.

Her eyes left his and attended to the piece of carrion that was in front of her. “I’ll take that as a yes, then.”

With the velocity of a wedge-tail eagle swooping down on its prey, she engulfed his cock in one fluid motion and sucked earnestly on him, producing obscene juicy sounds as she gobbled on half the length of his.

Even with his hands wrapped in her hair he had difficulty remaining upright. The joints in his knees constantly threatened to buckle as she slurped harder on his meat, and the pleasure almost tripled when her hand slipped from the base and massaged the twin sacks underneath his shaft.

In any other circumstances he would find the way her head kept jerking up and down amusing. The repetitive motion produced the illusion that she was on an everlasting loop, where the answer to every unasked question was in the affirmative.

Her soft lips formed a tight seal - a vacuum in which no suction could escape - thus trapping a large portion of his cock deep in the soft velvet heaven that was her mouth.

“Nikki, oh shit, I’m gonna cum in your mouth if you don’t stop,” he groaned loudly.

She didn’t let up with his warning; in fact, it felt as if she moved up a gear and started to suck on him harder, with an intensity and passion that he’d never encountered. He tried to remove her mouth from his cock by gripping the sides of her head and pulling gently, but she countered this by slipping her arms around his waist and filling her hands with his buttocks. All ten fingers dug into his flesh and his cock slammed deeper into her mouth.

“Nikki, I’m not kidding around here.”

The lewd gobbles and slurps increased, as did the brilliant sensations of having his cock so expertly sucked.

Matt wasn’t ready to cum yet. He wanted to cum long after his cock had been buried inside her pussy, while they were fucking each other for the first time.

There was no way he was going to get her face away by pulling her head, after all, he didn’t want to hurt her. So he quickly unravelled his hands from her hair and instantly backed away from her, but what he hadn’t factored into the equation was that she had intuited his plan and was ready to respond with one of her own.

As quick as he was she was equally as fast, scooting along the carpet on her hands and knees as he attempted to escape her clutches, his cock still stuffed deep inside her mouth and ready to erupt in a gush of semen.

With his plan already failing miserably, insult was added to injury when his feet tripped on the sheets he’d torn from the bed not an hour beforehand (chaos, he again thought) and they sent him sprawling to the floor with Nikki in hot pursuit, never giving up her tasty hotdog.

“Ow,” he said as he hit the floor, cushioned however by the doona and sheets.

Even this didn’t dislodge his penis from Nikki’s mouth - all it did was incite a round of giggles that vibrated along his stiff flesh. She glanced up at him, her eyes swimming with mischief as her cheeks sucked inwards with the pressure of her outstanding blowjob.

“Ugh,” was all he could mutter as he felt the familiar stirring in his balls. He was seconds away from spraying the insides of her mouth with his warm, sticky cum, and quite frankly he couldn’t wait.

At the latest possible instant, just before he sailed past the point of no return, she jerked her mouth away from his cock with a long suck and sat up sporting a huge grin as her ample breasts rose and fell from exertion.

“No, no, no, no,” he chanted quickly, bringing his hands around in an effort to choke out the much needed release. Before he could grab his cock and stroke himself into an orgasm, Nikki launched at his body and tackled him, pinning his arms above his head and sitting on his stomach.

His hips bucked wildly but his cock fucked nothing but air. Matt shuddered in frustration and groaned loudly.

When a man gets that close to blowing his load it becomes extremely painful in the nether regions. He squirmed in absolute agony as his cock and balls shot lightning bolts of pain through his gut.

“You’ll be okay in a minute,” she said, looking down at him with her brow furrowed in worry. “I’m really, really sorry.”

Then she pressed her lips to his, shoved her tongue into his mouth and kissed him hard. The sound of their kissing was the only stimulus resonating through his eardrums over the next few minutes, and eventually his hips refrained from bucking and the pain subsided somewhat.

“What’re you trying to do, kill me?” he groaned with a shaky laugh.

Nikki wasn’t laughing though. She pouted at him and kissed his cheeks, his eyes, his mouth, neck and nose, showering him with so many tender kisses that he was shocked but pleasantly surprised.

“I’m so sorry, Matt,” she cooed. “I just couldn’t stop sucking it because it tasted so fucking nice. And it wasn’t just that, it was the fact that it was your cock, yours, and I didn’t want to let go of it until I tasted your spunk - yet at the same time I didn’t want you to cum until we fucked, and God, I really want fuck you right now and not later.”

Sweat had accumulated on her brow and her eyes frantically searched his. They were desperate, lustful, and there was no doubt in his mind that she wanted him as badly as he wanted her.

It was a strange world where you could fall for a girl that sold her body for money, but here he was, lying on his back with his arms around a girl of that description, totally naked and professing a need that he so desperately wanted to fulfil.

Nikki rose to her feet and he held out his hand to her. Taking it, she helped pull him up from the floor and pressed her hands to his bare chest, massaging his skin and giving his nipples a few playful pinches.

The tip of his glistening cock nudged her stomach and she glanced down at it with shock. It was an angry red, completely coated in her saliva and pointing straight up at her face, almost as if it was accusing her of being in its hardened state when it should have been shrinking rapidly by now.

Matt stroked her cheek and she tore her eyes away from his member and gazed into his own murky brown orbs. “Did I do that?” she said.

“Uh huh.”

“Well,” she said, flashing him a coy smile, “I think that seeing as how I’m the cause, it’s my civic duty to provide the cure. Do you think that’s fair?”

“Yes,” he whispered. “I think that’s very fair.”

She licked his lips and gave him a soft kiss. “Do you think fucking me will cure it?”

“You could be on to something.”

“I don’t want to be on anything; I want you to be on me.”

He gave a small laugh and said, “Sounds good.”

“You bet it does.”

She stopped stroking his chest and walked over to the bed. After climbing on to it, she lay down on her back in the middle of the mattress, spread her legs and showed him everything he desired to see.

Just like every other aspect of her luscious, erection-inducing body, her vagina was exquisite and complimented an overall package that could make a man cry with happiness. The exterior of her pussy was a pale pink and slightly dewy. Nikki’s legs were spread so far apart that her lips were forced to open up like partially bloomed flower, giving his eyes access to the silky pink skin inside and a clit that would have been otherwise hidden. It looked hard and ready to be stroked. Her nipples were stiff, pebbly nubs, her blond hair was in disarray and her mouth was tilted into a soft smile of approval as he practically drooled over the sight of her exposed body. It was obviously clear that he liked what he was viewing.

Lying down next to her, he pressed his hand against the outer lips of her pussy and caressed her gently, opening her up with one set of fingers while rubbing at her clit with the other.

“Would you like me to return the favour?” he asked.

“Huh uh,” she said with a shake of the head. “I need that cock shoved up inside me as soon as possible. Your tongue won’t be enough to satisfy me.”

He pressed a finger into her and offered her a warm smile. “What if I want to eat you out? Maybe I don’t feel like fucking you just yet.”

“I don’t care what you want,” she pouted, breaking another so-called rule she was supposed to uphold. “I need you to fuck me, not eat me!”

And with that, she grabbed hold of him by his armpits and hauled him onto her body, his finger slipping from her opening as he landed on top of her. The underside of his erection became wedged against her slippery slit and her fingers instantly honed in on him like his cock was a beacon. Holding him firmly in her hand, she guided the head between her legs and pressed it against her slick entrance.

“I want you to fuck me, not eat me,” she repeated, though this time her voice was a whisper and her face was relaxed.

Soft lips brushed his and she kissed him, and as her tongue entered his mouth she manoeuvred his cock into her opening and eased a fraction of it inside.

“Wait,” he said gently.

She looked up at him with a pained expression and an eyebrow hooked questioningly.

“Shouldn’t I be wearing a condom?”

Her mouth fell open and her eyes flew wide. “Oh my God!” she gasped. “I wasn’t even thinking about that! I was so wrapped up in thought of fucking you that…I forgot all about it!”

“You’ve got some in your purse, right? I’ll go grab one quickly.”

Before he could move, she grabbed his arm to stop him and then bit at her bottom lip, her eyes searching his.

“You really haven’t fucked a girl in four months?”

“No…”

“I know I’m clean,” she said. “I was tested a month ago and I always make guys wear condoms because it’s the company policy. So if you’re sure that you’re clean, then I think you should just go ahead and stick your dick right up inside me, right now.”

Still pressed slightly inside her dripping opening, his cock was yelling at him to do as she said and to hurry up about it. He knew that he was clean, because the only woman he’d slept with in the past year was Sally Kensington. Both of them had been disease free at the time, so it was only logical to assume that he was clean now.

“I’m clean,” he finally admitted with a nod of his head.

Without hesitation her legs scissored around his torso and his body was jerked downwards, leaving his cock nowhere else to go but to drive deep into her wet vagina. Every last inch slipped completely into her until it had magically disappeared, buried so completely that the furry sack of his scrotum snuggled against the skin that separated her pussy from her asshole.

“Oh yes,” she sighed contentedly, wrapping her arms around his back. “You’ll never have any idea how much I need this, to have your beautiful cock in me.”

“How does it feel to break the rules?”

“Chaotic,” she said, causing him to smile. “You know, I’d be instantly fired if they ever found out I fucked you without a condom.”

He pressed his mouth against hers and gave her a tender kiss, then moved down to her neck and nuzzled her.

“Would you still like to know my real name?”

“More than anything,” she whispered.

He paused for a few moments, savouring the awesome sensation of his cock being hugged by her scorching hot pussy. “It’s…Daniel.”

“Thank you,” she said. “It’s a nice name. I think you should use it more often.”

It was such an incredible feeling being inside her body, so warm and soft, and the fact that she looked as cute as she did only made him feel hotter and hornier. He wasn’t even able to touch on what made him attracted to her for more than sex. To be perfectly honest, it didn’t bother him in the slightest that she screwed other men to make money.

“Look at me, Daniel.”

He stopped kissing the nape of her neck and raised his head to meet her eyes. She looked sad and unsure of herself, almost vulnerable.

“Do I disgust you?” she asked demurely.

“Yeah, you’re a regular Hunchback of Notre Dame.”

“No, I didn’t mean my looks. I meant my job, selling my body for money.”

“No.”

“Then it excites you?

“No, it doesn’t particularly excite me. I’d be a hypocrite to judge you, and I like you way too much to do that. I’m not proud of what I do for a living either, but I do it anyway because it’s what I know and what I’m very good at.”

“I’m very good at what I do, too,” she said with a wry smile.

What Daniel found strange was that the urgency that had both gripped them had suddenly dissipated. Sure, he was as horny as hell and cock deep in pussy, but good sex was more than just sticking your dick in and out until you had an orgasm. It was simply so much more than that.

“Would you like to be on top?” he asked.

“No, that’s alright, I like being underneath you. Thanks for asking though. I’ve never met a guy that’s asked.”

“I’m not like every guy.”

“I’ve noticed that. Boy have I noticed that.”

Smiling at her, he pulled his cock out of her pussy until just a little bit was left imbedded.

“Look at your cock,” she sighed, staring between their bodies. “Look how slick and shiny it is. You’re the reason that I’m so wet.”

Unable to control the lust flooding through his loins, he pushed his entire length back into her and they started to fuck each other to a nice slow rhythm. Their bodies slapped together gently, both of them meeting the other halfway, causing his hard pole to slide deep down into her again and again, over and over.

The act was made even sexier due to the fact that they couldn’t take their eyes off each other’s faces. The flush that had risen in her cheeks when she’d given him the blowjob was back in full force, tinting her skin in a reddish hue that spurred his hips to thrust deeper and harder.

Her eyes were limp and hazy, unfocused, and every now and then her pink tongue would snake out of her mouth to lick her lips.

It was a face he certainly wanted to see covered in his sperm, and he was sure that if he asked she’d be more than willing to accommodate to his wishes.

“God, you have a lovely pussy,” he groaned, his cock sliding effortlessly in and out as he fucked her. She was so wet that there was no friction whatsoever, and when he increased the tempo of his thrusts a sticky squelching sound emanated from her pussy each time his cock went deep.

As Daniel continued to pound his body against Nikki’s, he suddenly realised that her neck was at an odd angle to the mattress and that she didn’t have any support at all. He slammed deep and leaned over to grab a pillow, then slipped it under her neck before resuming the pace they’d set.

“You’re a real sweetheart, you know that?” she said affectionately.

“It looked terribly uncomfortable for you,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss her.

Their hips churned as they French kissed, turning her juices into a thick, buttery substance that overflowed onto his balls and dribbled down her thighs.

Upon each downward stroke of his cock she would rotate her pussy and grind it against his crotch as if she was trying to press it even further into her body, when in fact it was in as far as it could ever go.

“Oh, this feels so good,” she gushed. “I bet you’ve missed this. I bet you’ve spent many lonely nights jerking off to the thoughts of fucking someone. Keeping this cock away from a girl for four months is a crime.”

“I agree. What should my punishment be?”

“Incarceration. Your cock should be remanded in my pussy’s custody until it thinks you’ve served the time that fits the crime.”

“If you say so,” he grunted.

“Yeah, I definitely say so.”

Nikki’s breathing became hoarse and her sensuous mouth was emitting tiny gasps of pleasure. His cock continued to plough in and out of her slippery opening, and Matt felt her pussy contract around him as her body started to shudder.

“Oh God,” she cried with a long soft moan, screwing her eyes shut tightly and wrapping her arms and legs around his body as if she was never letting go.

Males the world over had their theories on the female orgasm and half, if not all of them, believed they could tell when a woman was faking. Daniel was one of those guys that openly admitted he didn’t have a clue if a woman faked it, but as Nikita shuddered in his arms and cried out softly, he would’ve laid down good money to bet that it was real. The way she came was simply too subdued and underplayed to be false, unless of course she was an extremely good actress. Daniel had heard that most women screamed their lungs out when they faked it, yet Nikki was being much too restrained to be in that category.

He caressed her cheek as he continued to pump his cock in and out of her weeping pussy, which of course was another indication of her orgasm being real. Surprisingly, he wasn’t even close to cumming and he secretly hoped that he would be able to get her off a second time before he had to end the amazing sexual experience he was partaking in.

“Open your eyes, I want you to look at me while you cum,” he said gently, a shudder passing through his body as he gazed at her gorgeous face. The red hue had migrated from her round cheeks to her neck with a vengeance, while rivulets of sweat trickled from the pores where her skin was at its hottest. Her lips were shiny and slack, half-opened with a perpetual pant escaping them. With his full weight pressed against her, her breasts rubbed invitingly against his chest with each rise and fall of her ragged breaths, the nipples stiff and stroking his skin provocatively.

Her expressive green eyes sprung open and gazed up into his. A small smile spread across her pink lips and she let out a final, agonised moan as her pussy convulsed around his cock.

“Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes!” she chanted softly, her hips jerking out of sync as she came.

There was nothing more satisfying to Daniel than watching a woman cum. To him it was more gratifying than his own orgasm, simply because he loved looking at women and knowing that they were excited because of him and what he was doing to them. Watching Nikki cum was priceless; he’d never seen it look as sweet or as sexy as the way she reacted to him.

Just as he was about to press his lips to hers, she grabbed the sides of his head and forced his mouth against her tongue, beating him to the punch. It was a scintillating experience to kiss a woman as she was coasting down from an orgasm. The sighs, moans and gasps Nikki made as her tongue lapped at his shovelled more coals into his sexual fire, encouraging him to fuck her faster, and his cock invaded her pussy with renewed vigour.

“Don’t you dare stop fucking me,” she panted, pulling her tongue from his mouth and kissing his cheek and neck. “And try to hold on until you make me cum again. God, I’m so hot and horny that it shouldn’t take long for you to finish me off again.”

Her ass slid up to meet one of his deep thrusts and he slipped his hands underneath her body, filling both palms with her curvaceous bum. With ample leverage now, he flipped himself over onto his back while pulling her body on top of him, landing with his cock buried inside her pussy, never once threatening to leave its lovely new home.

“Oh wow,” she gasped, her eyes leaping wide. “You should warn a girl before you go doing something like that.”

“Well, it was supposed to be a surprise.”

“It was definitely one of those and a nice one at that. Mostly I hate being on top, but I’m going to enjoy every second that I ride you.”

With her eyes screwed shut, face slack and lips parted into a perpetual silent squeal, Nikki bounced up and down on his rigid tool, completely impaling herself and slamming him right up inside her warm body as he lay still and let her fuck him.

“You have no idea how good that feels,” he groaned.

“I think I have some idea,” she sighed breathlessly. “From where I’m sitting it feels fucking spectacular!”

The view was amazing. Her honey-blond hair flipped about in time with her hip movements and her lovely chest also jiggled with each jolt. Unable to help himself, he reached up and filled his hands with them, rubbing and squeezing her generous melons, tugging on her hard nipples.

Squealing with girlish delight, she began to grind her wet crotch even harder against his, squirming around on his cock with wild abandon.

For the past few minutes he’d been teetering on the edge, managing to hold himself back from the inescapable release he so desperately wanted to refrain from. Unfortunately his cock disagreed with his mind - it was ready to shoot forth the cum stored inside and it wasn’t taking no for an answer.

“Ride ‘em cowgirl,” she panted, her hips slapping against his at a blind rate. Her breaths became ragged again and her pussy muscles loosened around his cock as she slid up to the tip, but upon her downward thrust they clenched around him and a pleasurable sigh fell from her lips.

“Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes,” she chanted softly.

Grinning from ear to ear, Matt couldn’t help but find it deliciously sexy the way she came so quietly.

“Nikki, I’m about to cum,” he warned, unsure if he should pull out or not.

Nikki peeled her eyes open and gazed limpidly down at him, all the while continuing to rock her hips against his and moan with delight. A wave of small shudders passed through her body and she slid her hands from his chest to his biceps, grabbing him and rolling sideways so he was once again on top. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, and with a sigh she forced his cock right down into her slick depths.

“Then go ahead and cum in me,” she breathed, still in the throes of her own orgasm.

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely sure.”

Touched that she trusted him enough to let him cum inside her pussy, he pressed his lips to hers and kissed her, sucking her tongue into his mouth as he thrust his cock into her body a half dozen more times.

That finished Daniel off. He slammed into her one last time, burying himself to the hilt as she grabbed the sides of his head again and pulled his mouth away from hers.

“Open your eyes,” she panted. “I want you to look at me while you cum.”

Just as his eyes flashed open and stared into the emerald pools of hers, his engorged cock finally throbbed and a river of sticky semen spewed out its tip. The satisfied look she was giving him and the way her hips continued to wriggle against his - the residual effects of her own orgasm - caused him to empty a torrent of cum into her body. Her pussy, obviously as thirsty as a man dying of dehydration, drank every last drop that his cock was willing to share with her.

After his balls had finished emptying their contents into her body and he’d had time to analyse what had transpired, he desperately hoped that she was on the pill because the quantity of sperm he’d shot into her was enough to make her pregnant five times over. Surely in her line of work she’d be on the pill. Accidents were bound to occur from time to time and she didn’t look the sort that would allow that to happen without taking certain measures and precautions.

“Oh wow,” she moaned, squirming underneath him. “That sure is a hell of a lot of cum. You know what? I haven’t let a man cum inside my pussy for as long as I can remember, but it wasn’t a matter of choice with you, I needed your cum in there and I wasn’t going to take no for an answer.”

“I love cumming inside a girl, so you have no complaints from me whatsoever.”

“Good, ’cause every time we fuck, I want you to cum inside my pussy. God, it was so sexy watching you tense up when your cock exploded inside me.”

Nikki moved her hand to his face and began to stroke his cheek lightly and asked, “So what do you think of my body? You never did tell me.”

“I think it’s pretty self-explanatory, don’t you?”

“Maybe, but I want to hear you say it. Please?” she implored.

“Now how can I say no when you’re looking at me like that?”

She gave him a warm smile and her hips finally stopped grinding against his. Her breathing slowed back to a normal rate, yet her body was still hot to the touch and her blotchy flesh was covered in a fine sheen of sweat.

“I think you’re gorgeous. Your body is natural and extremely beautiful, unlike so many other girls nowadays who’re pencil thin and regurgitate every meal. You’ve got curves and you look spectacular because of them, yet it’s more than your appearance. It’s your attitude that makes you cute and sexy, the way you look at me and react to my touch. It’s a package deal; you’re just one amazing package.”

“That was self-explanatory?” she said with wide eyes.

“I thought so.”

“Wow, you sure know how to give a girl compliments. Are you purposefully trying to get me going again, because I swear my pussy just got wetter? No guy has ever talked to me that way.”

Daniel offered her a sheepish grin and kissed her. It was something he couldn’t help but do every other minute, because she was simply a fantastic kisser. When she kissed him back she gave it everything, it was passionate and hot, and he’d thought that he would never find a girl that enjoyed the art of kissing to the extent he did, although he was extremely glad to be proven wrong.

“What about me? What do you think of my body?”

“I thought that it was self-explanatory,” she said coquettishly.

“Touché. But seriously, where do I rate on the ‘Nikki Scale’, and be honest, okay?”

“I think you’re hot, pure and simple. The way you look at me and touch my body turns me on so much, and add to this how hot you look and my pussy is a tingling mess. You actually know how to turn me on, and what’s more you actually like to pleasure me. And well, you know how to use your cock, which is more than I can say for most guys. All in all, you’re the best fuck I’ve ever had.”

“The best you’ve ever had?”

“Without question and by a country mile. You made me cum twice, Daniel. Do you know how rare it is to get a guy to make me cum even once? In my line of work it’s a miracle. So when you come along firing genuine compliments at me from every direction, looking the way you do and are actually able to make me feel incredible, well, it’s no wonder I’m lying here so wide-eyed and surprised.”

Afraid that the weight of his body could be causing her discomfort, he made a move to climb off her and his semi-hard cock almost slid out.

“No!” she gasped. “No, Daniel, don’t pull out just yet. Please keep your cock inside me.”

“Aren’t I hurting you?”

“It’s nice. Just stay right where you are and don’t move a muscle.” She wriggled her eyebrows and added, “Especially that muscle.”

Daniel gave a small laugh and repositioned himself back on top of her, pressing his still-hard erection all the way back inside and enjoying it every inch of the way.

“That’s it,” she whispered, giving him a kiss. “Stay right here. Leave it in me for a little while longer.”

They remained pressed together for what seemed like hours. She still had her arms and legs wrapped around his body, clutching at him with a steely strength, like a crocodile with its prey. Each passing minute saw him succumb to the notion that she was indeed trying to capture him, using every ounce of her allure to make him fall in love with her.

Both of them maintained a comfortable silence. Often their lips would meet and they would kiss softly, but mostly they just lay there looking at one another, savouring the beauty of the moment.

Daniel gazed into her beautiful green eyes and found a hundred reasons why he should fall for her and a scarce few as to why he should not. This girl was sweet, sexy, gorgeous and smart; all being qualities he was looking for in a female companion. The way she spoke gave him an indication that she wasn’t stupid in the least and that she was quite intelligent. He liked girls with brains, and the more a girl could challenge him intellectually as well as sexually, then the more he fancied them.

“I’ve never had a guy fuck me the way you just did,” she said. “Not once did you look at me the way any other man does. The way you look at me, it’s as if I’m a normal girl you met on the street or in a bar, and not at me for what I really am; a girl that fucks guys for money.

“You were so sweet and tender. You tried to make me feel as good as I tried to make you feel and you didn’t call me names like slut or whore or cunt, which made the sex so much better because you treated me like a person and not just a piece of meat.”

“Unless I’m mistaken, you don’t look at me as if I’m a sleazy guy paying for sex. Right now, the way you’re looking at me is like I’ve done likewise; met you on the street or in a bar.”

With his left hand he stroked the right side of her face and brushed slivers of hair away from her eyes. Again she’d undertaken a self-conscious look, her eyes scanning his with apprehension and a smidgeon of worry. He understood her look and felt himself reciprocating a similar one. He couldn’t believe that there something was something growing between them, but what she’d said was true enough - not once while having sex with her did he think of her as a prostitute. Even now, with his cock beginning to shrink inside her and his hand caressing her face tenderly, all he could think about was that she was a desirable young girl that he had the good fortune to be allowed to touch, smell and look at.

“You’re so much more than just a body,” he said. “I don’t know what’s happening between us, I mean, there is something happening here, right? It’s not just my imagination?”

Her hands made slow, lazy circles around his back, caressing his smooth warm skin which caused him to tingle at her touch. The way she was looking at him made his heart hammer in his chest.

She nodded her head slowly, almost imperceptibly, and he felt his mouth go dry. “I don’t understand how you could think of me that way though,” she began, “I mean, I’m a hooker, Daniel.”

“That doesn’t make you who you are. There’s so much more to you than what you do for a living. Just because you’ve had sex with a lot of men doesn’t change the fact that you’re an amazing person.”

“I’ve had more than just ‘a lot’ of sex,” she said, her mouth curling into a smile. “I’m twenty-two, and I’ve been doing this sort of work for three years.”

“Really, you’re twenty-two? You look younger.”

“I’m a sucker for compliments and a woman doesn’t like any compliment more than one which makes her feel younger.”

“I’m sure compliments are in no short supply for you. You’re just about the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever laid eyes on,” he whispered, and leaned down to give her a long, wet kiss.

Once they finally rose from the bed, Daniel went into the bathroom and fetched two robes, handing one to Nikki after he’d shrugged into one himself.

“What’s with the robe?” she asked.

“I’m going to order room service now, so we better cover up for the waiter.”

“Oh, right. You know what? I’m really famished, it must be due to the great sex we just had.”

He gave her a toothy grin and went to pick up the phone, although not before she flashed him back an equally high wattage smile.

After he dialled in the food they sat themselves down on the leather couch in the lounge room and began to chat about normal everyday things. The movies they liked, songs they listened to and books they read. He was surprised, although thoroughly glad, that she shared many of his tastes and had well-formed opinions on everything. She was as sharp as broken glass and he couldn’t help but wonder what on earth she was doing selling her body when she was obviously so smart.

‘Ahem’, said the little angel on his shoulder. ‘You don’t particularly use your wits when it comes to your chosen profession.’

The angel was right and that was when he began to form a rather cunning picture in his mind. Nikki could leave the life of a prostitute behind her and come and work as his partner. The more he thought about it, the more it seemed logical and totally beneficial two-fold. First of all, he wanted her to be with him. Even though they’d only spent a little over an hour together, he didn’t want to see waltz out of his life. Secondly, a female may be exactly what he needed to crack the tough eggshell of his latest operation.

He was snapped out of his thoughts by a sudden knock at the door and he got up to answer it.

Standing out in the hallway was a waiter wearing an iron-pressed white tuxedo, and in front of him stood a dinner trolley piled with plates of steaming hot food. The golden badge attached to his jacket verified his name as Rupert. Handsome by any means, his most striking feature was his coal-black hair, which was slicked back from his forehead in the fashion of all the old movie stars, providing him with an air of class and sophistication. A perpetual smile seemed painted to his lips and his posture was impeccable, indicating that he took great pride in the manner in which he presented himself and the way he handled his job.

“Good evening, Sir,” he said, his voice crisp and articulate. “May I come in?”

“Yes, you may,” Daniel replied, opening the door as wide as he could so the trolley could fit.

Rupert rolled the silver cart all the way into the lounge room and started to set the cutlery out on the dining table.

“Good evening, Miss,” Rupert said, noting Nikki’s presence with a slight bow.

“Hello.”

Finished placing the cutlery, Rupert set the delicious looking plates of food out onto the table, placing them centre perfect on the placemats with the care of a well-seasoned waiter. After removing the cork from the bottle of wine, he filled two flutes halfway to the top and set them out as well, replacing the bottle into a silver bucket filled with cubed ice.

“I trust your stay at our hotel has been an enjoyable one?” he asked Daniel, casting a furtive sideways glance at Nikki, who was lounging on the couch and looking positively adorable in the hotel’s complimentary bathrobe.

Perhaps Daniel had pegged him prematurely. There was an impish sparkle in Rupert’s eyes, a devilish glint that contradicted everything the Hyatt hotel stood for. Perhaps his no-nonsense demeanour was an elaborate facade that protected his true nature.

“We sure enjoyed that bed,” Nikki piped in.

“I don’t doubt that for a second, Miss. I’ve taken the liberty to road test the hotel’s beds with a few accommodating maids, strictly for the purposes of gathering knowledge for our guests of course.”

“Of course,” Daniel nodded.

“And I unanimously agree with the young Miss - the beds truly are a blessed comfort for coital activities. For sleeping, however, I can only assume that they shall meet your requirements, should you even sleep that is.”

Daniel liked Rupert’s style. Hell, he thought the waiter was an absolute breath of fresh air when it came to stuffy, high-class hotel chains such as this one. It was good to see that some people still had a decent sense of humour and weren’t afraid of using it.

“What are our chances of sleep, Nikki?”

“Slim to none,” she said, getting up and walking over to the table, flashing both Rupert and Daniel a breathtaking smile.

“May I suggest that the two of you make good use of the bathtub. I think you’ll like it. Fortunately the management had the good sense to install wide baths, so instead of being pressed into relatively uncomfortable positions, the female species can sit astride a man with next to no discomfort.”

“More research for the good of the people?” Nikki enquired.

“Sadly yes, what I must put myself through so I can inform our guests of the luxuries our hotel provides.”

“Doesn’t the hotel frown upon inner-work relationships?” Daniel asked.

“Well, what they don’t know doesn’t hurt them. Trust me, Sir, some of our maids are so exquisite that engaging them in sexual activities is well worth the risk of losing my job.”

Shooting a glance at the glorious Nikki, who smiled knowingly back at him, he said, “I’ll take your word on that one, Rupe.”

“As you wish, Sir.”

Rupert grabbed the dinner trolley’s silver handle and started pushing it towards the door, flashing them both his patented smile.

“Oh, Rupert, could I ask a favour?”

“Yes, Miss?”

“If you think you might happen to run by here again tonight, do you think you would be able to swipe a jar of peanut butter from the kitchen and pay us a visit? I’ll be happy to reimburse you for it of course.”

“I’d be delighted to do that for you, young Miss. Only don’t be ridiculous, a conglomerate such as this can afford to throw away a few jars of peanut butter from time to time.”

“Thanks a lot, Rupert.”

“Not a problem. I pray you enjoy your dinner and I shall see you both again shortly,” he said, tipping an imaginary hat in their direction.

And then he was gone, leaving them sporting huge grins which extended from ear to ear.

Over dinner they conversed over trivial topics again, but when he asked about the peanut butter she just shrugged and told him she felt like having some by itself.

She was certainly the master of sexual innuendo. Often after placing a piece of finely cooked lamb into her mouth, she would lick her lips suggestively and moan. On several occasions she even stuck the silver fork back in and shamelessly sucked on it.

“That meal almost tasted as good as your cock!” she declared, her plate as clean as a whistle.

Daniel’s cock instantly sprang to full attention, ready for more action. He’d already been growing stiff from watching her brazen display during dinner, but her words were what finally resulted in his member reaching full mast.

A soft double tap at the door brought Nikki out of her seat and she walked over to answer it in her huge fluffy robe. It must’ve been Rupert with her jar of peanut butter.

He had no idea what she wanted it for, but he had an inkling that it would be involved in a sexual scenario sometime in the not-too-distant future.

“Thanks, Rupert,” Daniel heard her say.

When she walked back into the lounge room the top of the jar had been pried open and she had two fingers dipped inside. She removed a huge glob and brought it to her luscious lips, sucking and tonguing her fingers until all trace of the condiment was removed.

“Mmm,” she moaned. “Do you like eating peanut butter by itself?”

“I don’t mind it.”

Using the two fingers she’d just sucked clean, she pushed them back into the jar and removed another healthy serving, then lifted them up to his mouth. He wrapped his lips around her fingers and licked and sucked at them with vigour. It turned him on so much that he absently rubbed a hand over his crotch.

“Is poor baby hard?” she cooed.

“As if I couldn’t be!”

“Well, Rupert said that all the plates and cutlery will be cleared in the morning, so we’re not going to be disturbed for the rest of the evening.”

“Hmm, sounds good to me,” he said.

“Since I’ve caused this sudden stirring, I should be the one that makes it go away, right?”

“You could be on to something there.”

“I think I will be on something pretty soon, now that you mention it,” she said, flashing him flirty smile.

Nikki held out her hand and he graciously accepted it. It was her show, so he allowed her to lead him into the bedroom and then further into the bathroom. The jar of peanut butter was still clenched in her other hand and he wondered just what kind of a role it would play in their antics.

She placed the jar on the marble sink and shucked her robe from her shoulders, displaying her lovely body for him to once again ogle and salivate over. The large quantity of cum he’d shot into her pussy had dribbled out of her opening and down her inner thighs. Even her blond pubic bush hadn’t escaped the sticky white substance - the hairs were stiff and sticking out at odd angles.

With deliberately slow movements she began to massage her breasts and nipples, then, her hands travelled southward down her stomach to her splattered pussy, scratching and rubbing at it.

“You are so beautiful,” he said.

“Even with my pussy all filthy with cum?”

“You better believe it.”

“Men,” she mused. “I’ll never figure you guys out.”

“I don’t think we’ll ever figure ourselves out,” he admitted.

“I guess that’s just part of your charm, because while I don’t understand men a whole deal - other than the fact that they live and breathe sex - I still can’t help but like them because of it. And you, you’re more of a mystery than any guy I’ve ever known.”

“I’m nothing special,” he said, feeling slightly embarrassed.

Moving gracefully and with light feet, she slid up against him and wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her nude flesh against his robe-clad body.

“That’s where you’re wrong,” she said, gazing into his eyes with a mixture of warmth and lust.

Flashing him a flirtatious smile, she slipped from his arms and entered the shower cubicle, turning the taps until water cascaded over her body and steam began to fill the bathroom. The shower door was wide open and he watched as she lathered her hands with the strawberry scented liquid soap and massaged her pussy and inner thighs, scrubbing away all traces of the creamy sperm he’d deposited there.

Having finished washing the semen off her body, she shut the shower off, stepped out and got Daniel to towel her dry.

“Now I’m all squeaky clean for you,” she said.

They kissed for a few moments and then, with dexterous hands, she tugged at his robe’s sash and it drifted apart. Before he could even think about removing the robe himself, she grabbed the shoulders of the fluffy material and negotiated it down his body.

“Oh,” she whispered, gazing at his massive erection. “I thought that I may have killed it off before, but it looks more than willing for a rematch.”

“It is,” he said, cupping her face in his hands and pressing his lips to hers again. Her tongue was so soft and smooth, so delicate, and it was as impossible for him to stop kissing her as it was for him to keep from caressing every contour of her body.

Nikki curled her long fingers around his cock and moved her warm hand back and forth, jerking him off at an excruciatingly slow pace. What he really wanted was to slide it into her mouth or her pussy, but he knew that delaying that inevitability would in fact make the experience all the more sweeter when the moment finally arrived.

“I want my desert,” she said.

In order to ward off the chill from the tiles, Nikki grabbed the robe surrounding his feet and placed it in front of him, instantly dropping to her knees while continuing to wank him off in front of her face. Her gentle strokes were making him so amazingly hard that his legs went weak, and the way she gazed at his cock and licked her lips wasn’t helping things either.

All Daniel wanted to do was push his hips forward and press his cock into her hot, moist mouth. He wanted to feel her tongue play out over it and perhaps even work its way down to his balls now and then when she’d brought him close to the edge.

Some feminists would say that it’s beneath a woman to get down on her knees to suck on a man’s cock, that the act itself is demeaning and degrading. Daniel considered this way of thinking as complete bullshit. For one, Nikki probably enjoyed sucking cock as much as he enjoyed eating pussy. And two, if she was to get up on a table or desk right now and spread her legs, he’d get down on his knees to lick her out in no time. If he was prepared to worship a woman’s vagina, is it too much to ask that she return the favour?

“You tease,” he groaned.

“Who, me?” she asked with a bright smile. “You wouldn’t want me to be naughty and suck it would you? I’m a good girl and good girls don’t suck cocks. That’s nasty.”

A wave of shudders passed through him as she kept up the teasing. The slow movement of her hand wasn’t doing anything for him except making him squirm, and if she didn’t start jacking him off any faster he was going to have to hump her hand.

“If you don’t suck cock then I don’t eat pussy,” he shot back with an equally bright smile.

“I guess I can make an exception this one time, then.”

“Good girl.”

“See! I am a good girl,” she laughed, then opened her mouth wide and wrapped her succulent lips around an inch of his cock, immediately sucking and gobbling at it with loud, juicy slurps.

After casting him into five minutes of cock blowing pleasure, she finally removed her mouth from him and went back to fisting him - although with a bit more pressure and speed this time. Her lips were shiny with spittle and her cheeks had the same pinkish hue he was so used to seeing now.

“I’ve always had a fantasy I’ve wanted to fulfil ever since I began to think about sex, although I’ve never really found a guy I felt comfortable acting it out with.”

“What is it?”

“Well… peanut butter has always been my favourite food in the whole wide world since I was a little girl. Over the years it’s kinda been included in many of my fantasies.”

He waited for more but she just sat there looking up at him, her eyes searching his as if she needed some prompting to continue.

“Well, are you going to tell me what it is?”

“It’s not easy to say, Daniel. In fact, it’s slightly embarrassing.”

Nikki had just been sucking hungrily on his stiff cock and it was swinging barely centimetres away from her face, glistening in the fluorescent light because it was coated in her saliva. She was on her knees, cock in hand, and she was embarrassed about her fantasy? Go figure.

“Trust me, it’s okay. You don’t think I have some pretty bizarre fetishes of my own? We all do, it’s what makes us human.”

“Okay, okay, just don’t laugh at me, alright?”

“I wouldn’t laugh at you. C’mon, I’m too curious now for you not to tell me.”

Still fidgeting with the hard cock in her hand, she let out a cute sigh and then gave him a hesitant smile.

“I want to cover your cock in peanut butter as well as get you to smear it all over my cunt. Then I want us to get into the sixty-nine position and eat it off of one another.”

When she said the word ‘cunt’ his cock leapt in her hand and he became even more aroused. He wasn’t the sort of guy that disliked hearing women say the word cunt. When uttered from her mouth in her soft, sweet voice, it sounded kind of sexy. Some guys get turned on by calling women that during sex but he could never do it, just as he could never call one a bitch or a slut. Even if he didn’t mean it he just didn’t like it.

“Whoa,” he said. “That’s a pretty hot fantasy.”

“You mean you’ll do it?”

“In a word: yes.”

Matching the comic book superhero Flash Gordon in terms of speed, Nikki relinquished her grasp on Daniel’s cock and jumped to her feet, immediately making the necessary preparations so that they could play while experience maximum comfort. They would have to do it in the bathroom because doing it on the bed could be quite messy, so she arranged both of their robes on the tiled floor to escape the harsh cold.

“You’re going to have to be on bottom,” she said. “It won’t work as well if I am.”

He nodded and smiled at her. It was her fantasy and he was immensely glad he could partake in it at all; therefore he was content to follow directions.

“I’ve been waiting to do this for years and years,” she said as she grabbed the opened jar of peanut butter and brought it over to where he lay. “I’ll put it on you first and then I’ll get on my hands and knees for you to spread it all over my pussy.”

When she’d finished emptying a quarter of the jar of peanut butter onto his erection, she smiled down at him and admired her handiwork. It was completely coated from the tip to base in the same brown spread he always loved having on his toast. Before she had smeared it all over his cock it had been upright and vertical, but with the added weight of the peanut butter it was now at an angle resembling The Leaning Tower of Pisa.

“I can’t wait to taste my desert,” she said, licking her lips.

Nikki descended to her knees and crawled forward until her head was above his. She gave him the jar and then manoeuvred her body around so that her legs were spread wide and her ass was pointing towards his face. Everything was on display and the view was absolutely phenomenal. Until now he hadn’t been treated to an up close and personal confrontation with her pussy, and boy had he missed out - her puffy lips were divided by a pink slit which looked so utterly delicious that he couldn’t help but reach out with his tongue and lick the length of it.

“Oh shit,” she squealed, the sharp sound echoing through the bathroom as her hips jerked back against his face. “You gotta warn a girl before you go sticking your tongue in her pussy. Mmm, God, that sure does feel nice though.”

It sure tasted nice. Hooked on her powerful scent and wonderful taste, Daniel rubbed his nose along the edge of her slit and then lapped at her dripping entrance like a thirsty dog. She hadn’t started eating her own desert yet, so he guessed that she was waiting for him to lather her pussy up likewise so they could chow down together.

His tongue went to town on her pussy and he ate her out with so much enthusiasm that one could almost suspect he hadn’t had a meal in days. The minutes ticked by and her breaths grew shakier. His lips closed around her clit and sucked gently, sending such wild undulations through her hips that his face was saturated in saliva and pussy juice.

“You know what I don’t get?” he heard her groan.

His mouth halted its assault on her pussy and he cocked his head so he could stare around her ass. Nikki was turned back to him with her hair cascading around her sweaty, blush covered face.

“What’s that?” he asked, trying to catch his breath.

“In porno movies, when a woman is getting fucked or her pussy eaten, they just sit there and not move a muscle. How can you not enjoy it enough to move around even a little?”

“I know what you mean! It’s the same when the guys are getting blown - they just stand there and let the woman suck them off without moving. I can’t hold still for a second when a girl puts her mouth on my cock.”

“I’ve noticed,” she grinned.

“So both of us aren’t averse to watching the odd porno flick, then?”

“Odd? No, I watch porn all the time.”

“You do?” He’d temporarily forgotten about the beautiful pussy staring at him. It wasn’t often that you ran into a woman that confessed to watching pornography, let alone one that watched it on a constant basis.

“Oh yeah, how else am I supposed to get off in my spare time?”

“You mean you don’t have sex outside of work?”

“Occasionally, if I find a guy I like, but that’s usually only for a night or two. It’s kind of hard to keep a boyfriend when you work in the escort industry. I don’t like to lie to people, so I’m out of luck there.”

That seemed like such a lonely way to live. Then again, he was in the same sort of boat as her. Not many women found his profession attractive. The old saying that women seek danger is one of many that Daniel had discovered false over the years. He’d attempted to keep his less-than-admirable method of income a secret from Sally, yet eventually the guilt of lying to her made him cave in and tell her. Perhaps he and Nikki were more kindred than he’d first thought.

“Anyway,” she said, “enough of that. Have you finished sampling my pussy yet? I’m really hungry for my desert is all, and I don’t want to be rude and eat mine until yours is ready too.”

Daniel leaned over and dug his hand into the peanut butter jar and scooped out a large handful, then massaged it all over the lovely pussy only inches away from his watering mouth.

“Hurry up, I’m starving,” she panted, breathing all over his peanut butter coated cock.

“Okay,” he said, staring at her now-hidden vagina. “I’m good to go.”

“Then let the eating commence.”

Without another word they both tucked into their respective treats, their tongues and mouths attacking the deserts laid out in front of them with ferocious appetites. To an outsider looking in it would make for a bizarre scene, but for them it was as hot and sexy as any other act that could be undertaken by two human beings.

Except for two women kissing, he thought, that’s just the bee’s knees.

They were being pigs about the process, too. Both of them were gobbling and slurping on the other’s privates, the sounds quickly accelerating towards being obscene and slightly primitive. Daniel certainly felt like he’d descended back to caveman times - his manners were simply appalling as he munched on the delicacy that was being ground against his lips. Peanut butter was being smeared all over his face, treating his cheeks, chin and nose to as much of the brown spread as his stomach was.

Nikki wasn’t fairing any better. She’d gotten through to bare skin, and when her tongue snaked out against the naked head of his cock his hips jumped and slapped it against her cheek, rubbing peanut butter all over it. Giggling and laughing, she kept kissing the tip and it continued to make his hips jerk upwards in response. The effects of his upward thrusts caused his appendage to repeatedly slap and rub against her face, and in one instance, into her hair.

“Oh God, Nikki,” he moaned (it probably sounded more like ‘mo mog, Miggi’) while sucking on her delicious opening.

Since her pussy had less surface area to cover than his cock, he managed to finish his treat well ahead of Nikki. He stretched her pussy lips open with one hand, jammed his mouth against the hard nub of her clit and sucked gently, all the while swirling his tongue around and flicking it against her. Wave after wave of small shudders passed through her body and her hips rocked backwards, smearing some leftover peanut butter and pussy juice all over his face and hair.

Nikki must have decided that she’d eaten enough peanut butter because she’d stopped licking about halfway down his shaft and was totally content with sucking him off.

With the focus of a born race car driver, she bobbed her mouth up and down while her tongue continued to stimulate him at the same time - both causing him to rush headlong at breakneck speed towards an intense orgasm.

Unlike the other blowjobs she’d given him, this one was thoroughly wet and juicy due to the copious quantities of saliva that was emptying out of her mouth and dribbling down his shaft. Once mixed with the leftover peanut butter, the saliva-peanut butter hybrid ran in a thick gooey river down his balls and between his ass crack. It was warm and sticky, yet surprisingly pleasant.

Twin gasps of pleasure were being expelled from both of their mouths but softened due to the flesh pressed against them. It was one of the nicest and tastiest pussies he’d come across in a long time. In fact, it was the best he’d ever had the luxury to dine on. He’d actually met some guys that wouldn’t lick a woman out and he couldn’t understand that mentality. Any guy that wouldn’t crawl between Nikki’s legs and suck on her pussy was just too dumb to live.

Pressing his hands against her full, round ass, he tore his mouth away from her pussy and groaned, “Oh Nikki, I’m going to cum, shit, is it okay if I do it in your mouth?”

He wasn’t sure if any of the dozens of strange noises coming out of her was a confirmation or not, but her lips tightened around his cock and she sucked on it with an even fiercer intensity that caused his gut to clench and his balls to throb. He’d passed the point of no return; there was no turning back, baby.

Due to the fact he’d shot such a big load into her pussy when they’d fucked, he only had a few spurts left in him and then he was firing blanks. The sperm that he unloaded into mouth was quickly devoured - the tightening of her throat muscles as she swallowed the cum could be felt against the head of his dick.

Nikki slurped on him for a few moments longer just to make sure she got it all, and then she released his cock from her mouth and flipped over onto her back to face him. Her ass was resting firmly on his breast plate and she sat spread-legged, her hands thrust out behind her so she could brace herself into an optimum position for him to munch on her glistening pussy.

They grinned at each other and there was no shortage of reasons why. Her beautiful, creamy-white skin was obscured due to the large helpings of peanut butter splattered all over her face. Even her lovely honey-blond hair hadn’t escaped the wrath of the spread, although it was in no way covered to the extent that her face was.

Daniel expected his to be in pretty much the same condition. Looking at her in that state was incredibly hot and erotic for some unknown reason. Sex was like that. The most bizarre and weirdest acts could turn people on.

“Keep eating me, Daniel. Make me cum. I want to cum all over your mouth,” she said, her breasts rising and falling in time with her rapid breaths.

As if to indicate the urgency of her need, she pressed one of her peanut butter slicked hands to her pussy lips and peeled them apart for him. Taking her less-than-subtle hint, he wrapped both arms around her thighs and tongue-kissed her clit.

Nikki jerked violently in his arms, which urged him to shower her tender sex with hundreds of kisses and licks that all aimed for one defining goal -getting her off. As his member shrank rapidly, thus concluding its erect status for the rest of the night, his mind left all thoughts of it at the door and devoted its entire attention on sucking the sweet, delectable vagina grinding against his lips.

Every couple of seconds her ass would lift from his chest and thrust her sopping pussy against his mouth with wild abandon, making his jaw and tongue ache as she madly fucked his face.

The scent being emitted from her slit was intoxicating, giving him the fleeting - and rather strange - idea of trying to bottle the aroma and sell it as a perfume.

The potent smell of her sex, her soft little yelps of pleasure and the fact that her entire body was trembling all indicated that her orgasm was imminent, and he was simply overjoyed that he could make Nikki climax by licking her out. He was making her feel good and that in itself made him as happy as a pig in shit.

“Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes,” Nikki repeated again and again, the chant that he now familiarised with her orgasm. She shuddered violently and her arms gave out, causing her body to collapse onto his torso. The back of her head fell squarely between his legs and nestled there.

He didn’t let up on her pussy though; his tongue continued to attack her slit as if it was a precious delicacy that was only in season for one day a year. The tips of his fingers located her clit and he rubbed at her with enough friction that he could start a fire, which was probably the real culprit for what occurred next.

“Oh fuck!” she squealed. It was that girlish squeal that he absolutely loved hearing, because her voice was usually so hushed and soft that it was too erotic a contrast not to be met with a large amount of admiration.

He kept frigging Nikki’s clit with his fingers until her entire body broke out in gooseflesh and she exploded with pleasure; her girlish squeals becoming a beautiful kind of music that echoed through the bathroom. She writhed around like a slippery eel and revelled in the bombardment of sensations that were shooting through her groin.

Fearing that further gratification may result in Nikki succumbing to unconsciousness, Daniel regretfully removed his mouth and hands from between her legs.

“What are…you…trying to…do to me?” she groaned, so out of breath that she had to speak in spurts.

Daniel laughed. “I’m trying to make you feel good!”

“Well…you certainly…succeeded.”

“Good,” he said, leaning forward to deliver a loving kiss to her twitching pussy. There was still peanut butter streaked all over it, but where the sticky substance had been licked clean he could see that her lips were red and swollen.

For a while she just lay there on top of him with her head nestled in his crotch. Her green eyes were focused on the ceiling and her hands were clutching at her stomach, which was rising and falling due to giant panting breaths.

Finally, after a few minutes of trying to regain her composure, her breathing returned to normal and her breasts settled back down against her chest.

“Oh no,” she said with quiet realisation.

“What?”

“Uh…there was still quite a lot of peanut butter on your cock when I stopped eating it.”

He raised his head and looked down her body to her face. He could see - and feel - that her head was using his crotch as a cushion, which meant the entire back of her head was probably covered in peanut butter.

Just the thought of her hair covered in peanut butter tickled his fancy and he couldn’t help but start to giggle, then outright laugh at her plight.

“Hey,” she said, gazing down at him with a slight frown. “This isn’t funny, you know.”

He threw his head back and laughed harder. It really wasn’t all that funny, but it was at the same time. Things just turn out that way. On some occasions you just need to laugh, even if what you’re laughing at isn’t all that funny.

Still wearing a cute pout, Nikki sat up, scrambled along his body and sat astride his chest, lightly wrapping her hands around his neck in a mock strangulation gesture. His laughs were causing his body to jerk up and down, and hers rocked in time with his, with her beautiful breasts jiggling invitingly to the motion.

“It’s not nice to laugh about a girl’s hair, buster. Do you know how long it takes to wash this sort of stuff out?” she asked, her creased brow being betrayed by her smiling mouth.

“I’ll help you wash it,” he said, beginning to get a hold of his laughing fit. “After all, I guess I should share some of the blame for the condition it’s in. Turn around, let’s have a look.”

Openly smiling down at him now, she turned her head and her hair flipped about with the momentum. As with her face, the back of her blond hair was completely covered in peanut butter - it was right in there and it was going to be a pain in the ass to wash without help.

“Do I want to know” she asked softly.

“No…I don’t think you do.”

“Darn,” she said with a small laugh, turning back to face him. “And here I was hoping for the best. If it looks anything like your face then I guess you’re right; I don’t want to know.”

They rose from the bathrobes - which, incidentally, hadn’t sustained a single drop of peanut butter while they’d acted out her fantasy - and went over to the massive vanity mirror. Both Nikki and Daniel gazed open mouthed at their reflections, for each of them hadn’t realised - or accepted - that they looked just as bad as the other.

“Holy shit,” he said from behind her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and traced his palms over her stomach, then rested his chin in the crook of her shoulder and smiled at her reflection.

“We certainly made a mess of ourselves, didn’t we?” she said, smiling back at him.

“Oh yeah, but you can’t say we didn’t have fun doing it.”

“It wasn’t just fun, it was sexy as well.”

“And hot,” he said.

“Don’t forget tasty.”

“Plus all kinds of spectacular.”

“Quite simply, it was orgasmic to the nth degree and I enjoyed every fucking minute of it,” she purred, then turned her face to his and brushed her lips against his.

It was an affectionate kiss, made even sweeter with the knowledge that they were sharing a cocktail of peanut butter, saliva, semen and pussy juice between them.

A lot of guys flat out refuse to kiss a girl after they’d shot cum inside her mouth. Daniel couldn’t work out why. Sperm came from their own bodies and if a guy expected a girl to swallow and taste it, then he wasn’t one to be a hypocrite and refuse to do likewise.

They finished their feverish kissing, stepped into the shower and began the arduous task of washing each other off. They were both so exhausted from the night’s sexual activities that no more funny business happened between them. All they did was scrub and wash each other’s bodies and share a kiss every once in a while.

After towelling one another dry, they retired to the main bedroom and made the bed. Nikki was the epitome of loveliness and Daniel couldn’t help but stare openly at her as they both fixed the sheets to the bed and smoothed out the doona on top. Her blond hair had been shampooed clean and dried with a blow dryer. It was shiny and it played over her shoulders in shimmering cascades, making it hard to believe that thirty minutes earlier it had been streaked with peanut butter.

Her nipples hardened when she became aware of his inspection and an affectionate smile slid across her lips. The rest of her gorgeous body was as clean and beautiful as her hair was, while the creamy-white skin of her face glowed with a post-sex shine that said, ‘You can jump my bones anytime, anywhere.’

Daniel switched the bedroom lights off and the room was momentarily cloaked in darkness.

The red velvet curtains on the wall length window lay open and the city shined in at them with a crescent-shaped moon as a backdrop. Because of the bright city lights and the ambient moon, no stars could be seen stuck to the cloudless, inky black sky.

Daniel could see the lights from other high-rise buildings burning, either from late night workers, people in hotels, or cleaners on night duty. Maybe no one was in those buildings and someone had simply left the lights running all night.

The city of Melbourne never slept. Even at eleven o’clock at night the sounds of cars drifted up to the twentieth floor and into their hotel suite. There were squeals of breaks, honks of horns, an assortment of revving engines and the ‘ding, ding’ of the occasional tram, which, all coupled together sounded almost musical, as if the city was one giant orchestra.

“It’s ugly, isn’t it?” she said softly.

For the briefest of moments he had retreated inside his own private universe, having forgotten all about Nikki’s presence as his mind became lulled by the glitzy sights and sounds of the city. He turned and found Nikki standing right next to him, looking as hypnotised by what was beyond the glass as he was.

Suddenly needing human contact, he reached out and took her hand in his, squeezing it tightly, surprised that her grip emulated his.

“Yes,” he agreed. “There’s nothing natural about skyscrapers that are a hundreds of feet in the air. All that concrete and smog staring back at you when you look up into the sky…it’s filthy and ugly for sure.

They stood at the window for a long time, bathed in the light of the city and its sounds. A lot of things could happen in a city like Melbourne. It was a strange place, so the fact that a chemistry existed between a prostitute and a mysterious man with many identities wasn’t out of the ordinary.

“I wasn’t born here,” she said. “I was born in the country. A quaint little town in Tasmania, can you believe that?” Nikki appraised him with a questioning look and he nodded his head. He believed it.

Her milky skin appeared even paler in the given light, creating the impression that she wasn’t flesh and blood but a ghost that would fade with the coming daylight. Daniel griped Nikki’s warm hand with apprehension. He felt slightly foolish, but perhaps this was his mind’s way of projecting his fear of losing her tomorrow morning.

“I always wanted to be a something, not a nothing. So I tried my heart out in school and ended up making great grades - grades that were good enough to go to Deakin in Melbourne. So I came, no question. I wanted to go to one of the best schools in the country and Deakin was one of them.”

Daniel had a feeling that this was heading somewhere important, so he just nodded and let her continue.

“When I got here it wasn’t as easy as I thought it was going to be. I was studying Journalism and it was a heavy workload, add to that the fact that I was working as a waitress trying to pay for my rent, food and my degree; it wasn’t easy. Waiting tables wasn’t covering all my expenses, and one day I noticed that a brothel was hiring girls, so I went and enquired, did the tests and started working there within two weeks. I’d always enjoyed sex and I knew that I was good at it, so I had no trouble performing my duties as a prostitute.

“Somehow…I lost sight of everything I wanted from then on. I was making good money and all I had to do was lie on my back and make guys feel good. As you know, that’s a pretty easy task for a girl to accomplish.”

With his heart beating a little too fast, Daniel slipped his left arm around her bare waist and stroked her back. He brought his right hand up to her face and traced his fingers over her lips.

“What are you trying to say?” he asked.

“If we’re going to…you know…well…you need to know a little bit about my past and what I’ve done. Daniel, when I worked in that brothel I worked there for a whole year, most of that being full-time. I was fucking at least 10-12 guys a day. Do you know how many guys this means I’ve fucked in total?”

It meant she’d fucked a shitload of guys. Amazingly, he didn’t feel ashamed of her or disgusted, just saddened. Then again, it was only sex. Why did society frown upon people who had lots of sex?

“So many,” she said. “I’ve fucked so many men. I feel that you should know this about me because…oh God, what’s happening here? You made me cum three times when we did my fantasy. Three times! And I am so scared that what I’m telling you will make whatever is happening between us go up in flames, but you have to know, I owe it to you-”

“Shut up,” he said tenderly, cutting her off mid-sentence.

“But-”

“No. No buts.” He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her. It was soft, gentle and filled with some unknown energy that he couldn’t help but love feeling course through his body. Her lips and tongue were exquisitely soft and her sighs were ones he could get used to, wanted to get used to, and he hoped that they would become more of a permanent fixture to any given day.

Grabbing her by hand again, he directed her over to the bed, pulled back the covers and motioned for her to get in. He slipped underneath the sheets and then he snuggled up to her body, savouring the warmth that she radiated. Both of their heads were shared the same pillow and they were facing one another, their eyes searching one another’s in the soft light.

“What’s one of your biggest fantasies?” she asked, obviously wanting to change the subject.

“Uh…”

“Tell me, please? Oh, and being with two women at once doesn’t count. I know that’s practically every guy’s fantasy.”

“Darn,” he said. “I thought I could get away with that one.”

He sat and thought about it for a few moments, knowing exactly what one of his fondest fantasies involved. Most people would perceive it as being pretty strange, and really, what is a sexual fantasy but something someone finds almost impossible to perform with another person. That’s why they most often remain purely a fantasy, and strange ones at that.

“C’mon,” she persisted. “Tell me. I promise that I won’t laugh. Hell, you helped me out with a recurring one of mine, so I’d like to return the favour.”

“I’m afraid that we couldn’t do it tonight even if you wanted to, Nikki. You finally killed it.”

Nikki laughed. “I knew if I put my mind - or mouth - to it, I’d finally kill you off. Don’t worry, you’ve even exhausted me and that’s not an easy task.”

“Okay, okay,” he said. “Just…don’t laugh or think I’m weird, okay?”

“Okay,” she said, propping herself up on one elbow to look down at him. In the pale light he could see that the sheet had fallen away and had exposed her lovely breasts, and before he could resist the temptation he leaned forward and took one of her nipples into his mouth.

“Hmm, that feels so nice,” she said, allowing him to take his time to suck and lick both breasts.

Once he’d finished, he pulled his mouth away and grinned sheepishly. “Sorry, I couldn’t help myself,” he said. “They just looked way too inviting.”

“You don’t hear me complaining, do you? So c’mon, what’s this fantasy of yours?”

“Okay…I’ve always had this fantasy about cumming all over a girl’s face…”

“That’s it? That’s not weird. Sheesh, I let guys do that to me all the time.”

“And then I want to lick it off and feed it to you,” he added.

“Oh,” she said with a smile. “That doesn’t happen quite as often.”

“Has it happened at all?”

“…No, I don’t think it has. Hey, that could be quite sexy; I’ll definitely have to do that with you.”

“Really?”

She leaned forward and thrust her tongue deep into is mouth, kissing him passionately while running a hand over the right side of his face. After sucking on her tongue for a few minutes, he pulled away and slid his hand underneath the sheet, caressing and stroking her body. She was sleek, warm and smooth, and it could be said that he hoped that she would be sleeping next to him for many, many nights to come.

“What time are you going to leave tomorrow?” he finally asked, swallowing back a lump in his throat the size of the state of Victoria.

“I don’t know, how about we talk about that in the morning?”

They lay back down with their heads sharing the same pillow and their bodies pressed firmly together. She had an arm draped over his waist and he with hers. They continued to chatter quietly to themselves, until some time after midnight the sandman paid her a visit.

For about a half an hour he watched her sleep. Her breaths were shallow and in rhythm, her face slack and beautiful in the soft light. From time to time he reached over and traced the curve of her cheek, her lips and her brow, sliding his fingers gently through her hair and brushing it away from her face.

Nikki was the most beautiful woman he’d ever come across, and only a fool would let her past affect how he would mould his future.

Daniel began to drift off to sleep and he wondered vaguely what on earth the next day would bring. Not only did he have the worry of the divulging his current job status to Nikki, he also didn’t know where he stood with her.

Chaos…he thought, and then fell asleep.

^ ^ ^ ^ ^

The Hyatt hotel, Melbourne

06:29 hrs - Saturday

Daniel jolted awake and was sent spiralling back into reality from a terrifying nightmare. The remnants of it were already fading, but a few wisps lingered in the corners of his mind until finally, after pressing a hand to his temples, they disappeared entirely from his consciousness and were never seen again.

With reaction time born of his profession, he whipped his body around after a brief - yet absurd - thought that something had happened to Nikki. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw her face framed by her blond hair. No blood adorned her creamy skin, nor had any been absorbed by the white sheets covering her sleek, sexy form.

Nikki’s face was on its side and there was a thin line of drool sliding down the side of her mouth and onto the pillow. The starched sheets hugged her body with mouth-watering tightness and he felt a heat spreading through his groin already, hardening at the thought of the glorious treasures hidden underneath those white sheets.

Now fully awake, he couldn’t believe what had transpired between them the night before. It was beyond his comprehension and it felt as far off and distant as the nightmare he’d just woken up from. But here she was, Nikita, lying next to him in bed sans clothes.

He reached out and stroked her warm, dry cheek. Her skin was soft and supple, and after he’d traced every curve he brought his fingers down to her lips and wiped away the drool, rubbing his now wet hand against the doona cover.

The early morning sun streamed through their east-facing window and struck every available surface in the room with its orange rays. Golden sunshine splashed over Nikki’s fair skin, giving the impression that she was a goddess of light and that darkness could never touch upon her being.

It was simple - she was stunning, even with her features soft and slack while she visited the land of nod.

He leaned forward to kiss her on the forehead, then got out of bed and went into the bathroom to take a shower. The hot spray bathed him from head to toe. He closed his eyes and hardened when he pictured Nikki on her hands and knees with her pussy covered in peanut butter, rubbing it all over his face. Déjà vu sluiced through him as he recalled how he’d had to resist the same urge to masturbate the previous night.

Finished showering, he got out and towelled himself dry, put on a robe and brushed his teeth. Smelling as clean and fresh as a recently changed baby, Daniel walked out into the bedroom and sat down on the edge of the bed.

Nikki hadn’t moved a single muscle since he’d left her ten minutes ago.

He stroked her luscious body through the sheets. “I don’t want you to leave,” he said softly, a whisper really. “Maybe it’s easier to tell you while you’re asleep because it seems so fantastic and strange, or maybe it’s because you’re so beautiful and I’m afraid you’ll reject me. I have to admit, I’ve had a pretty bad run with women lately. They find out what I do for a living and then they’re off like the wind, never to be seen or heard from again.”

He rubbed his hand over her firm rump and gave it a gentle squeeze. A small part of him wanted to rip the sheets away from her body so he could gaze openly at it, but another part of him equally enjoyed the restraint of looking but not seeing. Sometimes it was better to imagine what was underneath the sheets or clothes, rather than looking straight away.

“It’s not just your body that excites me,” he continued. “It’s everything. You seem so smart and you’re so much fun to be around. I’ve never met a girl like you before and I’m afraid I never will again.

“You being a hooker doesn’t bother me like you think it does. It doesn’t disgust me in the slightest; you’re still the same sweet, funny and beautiful young woman regardless. Sure, if we are to have any chance at being a couple you’d probably have to stop, but I have a job I could give you anyway. You could become my partner.”

He bent over her body to kiss her on the cheek. Before he managed to plant his lips on her skin, the bed shifted and soft flesh brushed against his mouth. Moments later something wet and squishy slid between his lips and a hand cupped the back of his head, crushing his mouth against hers.

“You sneak, you were supposed to be asleep!” he exclaimed after they pulled their panting mouths away.

“You wouldn’t have said all those things to me if you didn’t want me to hear them,” she countered with a smile.

“Did you hear it all?”

“Every lovely word you uttered.”

Now that he thought about it, her breathing had seemed a little bit irregular, and hadn’t her face twitched every now and then as if she was holding back a smile or a grin?

“I want to stay,” she said with a small nod. “Boy, do I ever. I’m not going back to the Marquis Escort Agency; I’m through with that work now. I broke every single cardinal rule of the trade with you, and what’s more, I don’t want to see you walk right out of my life when I like you being in it so much.”

They hugged fiercely and then kissed each other hard, savouring the moment because it was the beginning of something fresh and exciting. Thus far they’d both carelessly played the cards that God, the croupier in the poker game of life, had dealt them. Maybe it was time to play their hands a little more sensibly, or just cash in their chips and quit the game before it quit them.

“So now can you tell me what you do for a living?” she asked.

“Are you sure that you want to know?”

Nikki gave him a quick kiss. “Yes. Whatever it is, I’m not going anywhere. I promise.”

This was the crunch time. Ground zero. Sally Kensington had stormed out of his life when he’d informed her that, instead of being a computer salesman, he was actually a highly successful, fiercely sought after professional thief. Banks, jewellery stores, millionaires’ mansions with hi-tech surveillance systems - you name it, he’d robbed it.

He was wanted in three countries: Australia, The United States of America and France. The last he’d heard, the F.B.I. had assigned a taskforce specifically designed for the sole purpose of hunting him down.

“I’m a…thief.”

Nikki’s brow furrowed. “A thief?”

“Yeah, a thief.”

“You mean, like, you hold up banks and liquor stores?”

Daniel let out a nervous laugh and shook his head. “No, I’m a professional thief. I never use a gun and I always perform a robbery at night, when the targeted establishment is usually deserted.”

Over the next few minutes Nikki silently mulled over the information he’d given her. There was an unreadable expression on her face, until it suddenly lit up like a hundred watt light globe and the corners of her mouth tilted towards the biggest grin he’d seen her give yet.

The questions flowed forth from her lips with the frenetic pace of speedy rapids and he was the tattered raft floating along, desperately trying to keep up. How had he started? What was it like? Who did he rob? Were the police after him? Was he a master of disguise? And so on and so on.

Daniel was as forthcoming with his answers as possible, and she sat enraptured as he painted the colourful canvass that was his life. The strokes of his brush were fairly broad, but they managed to convey a rough sketch of a life that was rather dark and foreboding. He made it clear that his chosen lifestyle wasn’t as exciting as character of a similar profession in a Hollywood movie. His was a business of distrust and paranoia - one had to be constantly on the alert or their final destination would be a twenty year holiday in a room where your toilet bowl was four feet from your bed.

“You are so lonely, aren’t you?” Nikki said. She cupped the side of his face and he could feel the tears threaten to spill out of his eyes.

There was so much beauty in this girl. What he saw in her lovely green eyes was a depth of compassion and understanding that no other human being had ever shown him. Nikki’s life, it seemed, had also been plunged into a world which consisted primarily of isolation and solitude. He wanted to cry for both of them.

“I’m not the only one who’s lonely,” he replied.

“We have each other now, that’s all that matters.”

Later on, when the deluge of questions had finally dried up, Nikki took hold of Daniel’s hand and squeezed it tightly. “So what can I do to help you?”

“I want you to help me rob the Royal Melbourne Diamond Exchange.”

Nikki’s mouth fell open and her eyelids fluttered like a pair of butterfly wings. And then, like a little kid that had received her first bicycle from Santa Clause, she wrapped her arms around his neck and jumped up and down on the bed excitedly. “Oh wow, this is going to be so much fun,” she squealed.

Other than her girlish squeals, there was absolutely nothing at all of a girl in her. In some strange way this is what excited him when she did it. Usually when the female species squealed or screamed it grated on his nerves, but from Nikki’s mouth it was a pleasant melody that reverberated affectionately through his eardrums.

After she settled down she gave him a beautiful smile and pressed her mouth right up against his ear, breathing, “So how on earth does a girl get some cock around here? I haven’t been fucked since dinnertime last night. My pussy’s feeling pretty darned unappreciated.”

“Will you apologise to it for me?”

“I’m afraid that the only kind of apology it accepts is in the form of a rock-hard cock, your rock-hard cock to be specific. It’s the only cock it accepts from here on out.”

The little angel and devil suddenly appeared on their respective shoulders, dishing out advice once again. “Fuck her, she needs it,” the little pitch-fork carrying guy said. The angel in the white robes and halo agreed in kinder terms, “You should apologise to her, it would be quite rude for you not to.”

Heeding their advice, he shucked the robe from his shoulders while she pulled back the sheets for him to get into bed. The come-hither look on her face was absolutely priceless, it screamed ‘Stick your cock in me now’ and he planned to do just that.

As if the fate of the world depended on his cock being buried in her pussy in the next five seconds, he threw himself into the bed and climbed on top of her. Her body was trembling with need and her green eyes were locked unwaveringly with his.

That was one of the many, many reasons why the sex was so good with her; she was totally and utterly uninhibited when it came time to do the deed. A fair chunk of his girlfriends had never had the ability to override the self-consciousness of sex, and ultimately the act had been somewhat less exciting than it could have been.

“God my pussy is wet,” she marvelled as she pulled her lips apart for easy entry. “It’s complete sorcery. I don’t understand how you can make me melt like this when you haven’t even touched me yet.”

“I don’t know, but I sure as hell like it.”

“You’re not the only one. Hey, are you gonna apologise or not? My pussy’s starting to feel pretty upset, look, it’s even crying now.”

He rubbed the head of his cock up and down her slit and discovered she was right - it was bawling its eyes out.

“But won’t my apology make it cry even harder?” he asked with a grin, totally enjoying their sexual banter.

“But with happiness. You can’t beat me, Daniel, so don’t even try.”

“Oh, okay,” he said slowly. “What you’re trying to tell me is that since you’ll win anyway, I may as well start fucking you?”

Nikki gave him a nod, wrapped her legs around his ass and did likewise with her hands around his neck, pulling his face down to hers so that she could slide her tongue into his mouth. She tensed up and moaned with delight when his cock penetrated her body. Letting forth a cry of satisfaction, she jerked her hips against his and trapped his entire length completely inside her pussy.

Just as he was about to pull out and thrust back in, she dug her heals into his ass even harder and stopped kissing him.

“Don’t,” she said.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing…I just want to lie here for a few moments and enjoy this.”

Her pussy was soft and warm. The walls were slick and the muscles hugged his cock with a grip that indicated she was never going to him exit without a fight.

Squirming with an intense desire to fuck the beautiful girl underneath his body, he pressed his face into the pillow and released a long muffled moan - her pussy felt so goddamn good!

“It sounds like I’m not the only one enjoying it,” she laughed. “You’ve got to tell me something: how on earth did you learn how to fuck so well? What’s your secret? C’mon, tell me, I’m dying to know.”

“Well…” he said, pulling his face out of the pillow.

“Please,” she said, kissing him lightly on the mouth.

“Okay,” he relented. “We had a really young Physical Education teacher in my final year at High School. For some reason she had the hots for me in a really big way, and to cut a long story short - she took me under her wing for the remainder of the year and showed me the vast pleasures of sex in all its glory.”

“So every time you make me cum I should be thanking her, should I?”

“Hey! It’s still my hardware,” he said with a laugh.

“Yeah, but she uploaded the software for you to use it properly. Boy oh boy, did she do a great job in the process. That woman sure didn’t believe in half-measures.”

“It was the highlight of my schooling.”

“No doubt.”

The fact that his stiff cock was sitting stationary in a hot pussy hadn’t gone unchecked by him, and neither had the soft push of her breasts, the look on her face and the heat sizzling from her body. Again, such was his discomfort that he shuddered violently and squirmed involuntarily in her arms, grinding his cock even further into her.

“Getting a bit antsy, are you?” she asked, groaning as his cock slipped around inside her like a wooden spoon in a bowl of cake mixture.

“You could say that.”

“Perhaps I better let you fuck me then.”

“I think that’s a fantastic idea.”

They fucked each other’s brains out all morning long.

^ ^ ^ ^ ^

Ginger’s Coffee House, Melbourne

11:47 hrs - Saturday

A pretty young waitress in a low-cut skirt strolled over to their booth with a small notebook in one hand and an inexpensive biro in the other. She was wearing a little bit too much eyeliner and her lipstick didn’t match the tone of her deeply tanned skin, but all this was compensated by her incredible legs. They were long, smooth and on display for the eyes of all males - and females, if they were so inclined - to perve on. The skirt may as well have been non-existent, for it barely began before it ended.

“Hiya,” the waitress chirped happily as she smacked on a piece of chewing gum. “What would you two like?”

The coffee shop was rather empty considering it was almost noon. The patrons consisted mainly of business associates, elderly couples and the odd customer who ordered their beverage or snack to be consumed on the fly.

Daniel and Nikki had both chosen a booth at the back of the shop, giving them optimum privacy as well as a perfect vantage point to survey the entire clientele that entered. Paranoia was part and parcel in Daniel’s line of work.

An elbow dug gently into his side, causing his eyes to drift away from the waitress’ legs and focus on her face. She was wearing a smirk that indicated she was proud that her legs could so easily distract a member of the opposite sex.

His cheeks decided to attempt to do a perfect imitation of a beetroot. “Um…a cup of coffee with two sugars, please,” he said.

“And I’ll have a cappuccino with extra cinnamon,” Nikki offered.

“Sugar?” the waitress asked, writing down their order on the notepad. There was a nametag attached to her blouse, just above her left breast. The urge to ask her if she called her other breast Clyde was almost too great, because the nametag identified her as Bonnie.

“No thanks.”

“Alrighty, I’ll have those over to you in a jiff,” Bonnie said. She twirled on the spot and the motion of her body made her skirt flip into the air, revealing a pair of white cotton panties with little red hearts populating the material.

Daniel’s eyes followed Bonnie and her lovely legs across the room until she disappeared through a pair of swinging doors not unlike those featured at the entrance of saloons in all the western films. Nikki’s elbow gently nudged his ribs again and he turned to her, sporting as coy a grin as that of Wile E. Coyote, only he wasn’t about to hatch a devious plot in order to capture the object that encouraged his mouth to water.

“Interesting,” Nikki said softly, brushing her thumb over his lips.

“What’s interesting?”

“I was expecting to find vast quantities of drool.”

Laughter erupted from his throat and his cheeks became so hot that you could fry an egg on them. Nikki slipped her hand through his hair, beamed at him, and then kissed him with slick lips and an even slicker tongue. They became so immersed in the kiss that everything in the coffee shop faded except for the sensation of her exploring tongue and the sounds of her cute sighs.

“Ahem.”

Both of them broke the kiss when they heard the clearing of someone’s throat. It was Bonnie, standing in front of their booth with two steaming mugs in each paw. Her eyes were murky brown pools that were aimed directly at their faces, unfocused and glassy, as if she had retreated inside her own mind and her body had switched over to autopilot.

Bonnie licked her lips and blinked. “Boy, I wish my boyfriend would kiss me like that,” she whispered softly.

Nikki shifted her body closer to Daniel’s and he could feel her fingers tense against the back of his head.

“How much?” Nikki said. The tone of her voice was uncharacteristically cold, bordering on being downright unfriendly.

“For what?” Bonnie replied.

“Our drinks. How much?”

“Oh, right. Four dollars and eighty cents.”

Despite Daniel’s objections, Nikki removed the required money from her purse and held it out to the perky waitress. Bonnie placed their steaming cups on the scarred tabletop and accepted the cash without taking her eyes off Daniels’.

Nikki turned his face towards her own and planted her mouth squarely on his. Her soft lips were quivering as if she was cold, but the interior of the coffee shop was cosy. Also, their open display of affection for one another had filled his stomach with a warmth that no cold could quench, therefore, he assumed that a likewise reaction should occur for Nikki.

The waitress was gone by the time they came up for air, but that deep-seated paranoia of being watched had lasted for the longest of moments as they had shared their tongues, lips and souls with one another. Over time, as well as honing his memory until it resembled Dustin Hoffman’s autistic character in Rain Man, he had also developed a sixth sense that alerted him when someone was spying on him. Being a huge fan of the Spider-Man comic, Daniel would quite often liken it to Peter Parker’s spider sense.

He brushed slivers of her blond hair away from her eyes. “What’s wrong?” he asked, noticing the shift in her mood.

“Nothing,” she murmured.

“Were you…jealous when I looked at that girl?”

“A little bit, yes. Not of the way you were looking at her - all guys look - it was the way she was looking at you. I can tell she wants you.”

Even though he was twenty-seven years old and was wise beyond his years, Daniel didn’t know a great deal about the opposite sex. His intelligence and fine-tuned abilities to read people were second to none, except when it came to matters of the heart or, more importantly, the genitals.

“I’m not exactly the paragon of innocence, Daniel. I’m used goods. So when a pretty girl looks at you the way she just did, it makes me wonder how long it will take for you to decide that I’m just a trashy tart who’s not good enough for you.”

Daniel smiled wanly at her and stroked her cheek with such tenderness that her deeply expressive eyes shimmered. “You are not a trashy tart,” he said.

“What am I, then?”

“You’re a beautiful young woman who just so happened to lose her way, that’s all.”

Nikki slipped her arms around his neck and, despite the awkward positioning, their bodies came together and they held on to one another for grim death.

“I’m so scared,” she whispered, her lips tickling his ear. “I’d given up hope that a man like you would come along and sweep me off my feet. I didn’t think that you existed.”

Earlier that morning they had taken a taxi to her apartment so that she could change out of her sexy evening dress and into more appropriate attire. Now clad in a pair of tight jeans and a loose fitting t-shirt, she was more desirable than she could possibly imagine.

His hands roamed her back and he kissed her neck, both being conscious attempts to soothe the tremors coursing through her body.

“You aren’t the only one who’s scared, Nikki. I think that fear is a very natural reaction considering our backgrounds. But as afraid as I am, I think I’m even more terrified of letting you walk right out of my life.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” she said.

“Good, ’cause neither am I.”

They shared another passionate kiss and then separated from one another, each mirroring the other’s movements by picking up their respective steaming mugs and taking a hesitant sip.

He placed his mug back onto the table. “Okay, so let’s talk about job,” he said.

For the next half an hour he outlined in intricate detail how they would breach the Royal Melbourne Diamond Exchange’s security and gain access to the vault. Nikki’s role would be minor but nonetheless pivotal to the successful execution of the robbery.

Schematics, safe-cracking equipment, building layouts, security codes and all other necessary items had already been obtained for the heist, all except for a foolproof method of gaining entrance to the building.

That’s where Nikki came in.

The initial idea had manifested itself inside his unscrupulous, conniving mind when he held a door open for an elderly gentleman who was blind. Although it was a notion that hardly warranted any of his synapses to be firing, it had suddenly occurred to Daniel that just because the man wore dark glasses and carried a white cane, he had immediately assumed the old man was sightless. It’s universal. If you see a person of this description tapping their way down the street, the question of whether they’re really blind never even enters your mind. Your first and foremost reaction is either pity or compassion, never suspicion.

And that’s how he was going to walk right through the front door of the Royal Melbourne Diamond Exchange: could any security guard turn away a beautiful, but extremely blind, young woman who has lost her guide dog?

“Do you think you can do it?” he asked her.

Nikki was staring down at her cappuccino, playing with the leftover froth with the silver teaspoon that had been provided. “Huh?” she said, looking up at him.

“Nikki,” he sighed, “you’ve got to pay attention. This stuff is important.”

“I know, I know. It’s just…do you think we’re going to make it?”

“Of course I do. I don’t commit myself to a job unless I’m pretty damn sure I’ll be able to pull-”

“I didn’t mean that. I meant us. Do you think we’ll make it as a couple?”

“Oh.” Her question took him momentarily off guard and he blinked stupidly at her. “I…I really don’t know. But I would love to think that everything could work out like it does in the movies.”

She nodded. “Like in the movie Pretty Woman, only I’m much cuter than Julia Roberts.”

Daniel laughed. “You wouldn’t be writing tickets on yourself, would you?”

Nikki scooted closer, draped her left arm around his shoulders and pouted at him. “You don’t think I’m cuter than Julia Roberts?”

“Well…”

“Yes?”

“I think you knock her socks off. She’s an ugly hag compared to how beautiful you are.”

She kissed him on the cheek and whispered into his ear, “In a contest between you and Richard Gere, I’d push him aside and pounce on you every time.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

They both grinned at each other and shared another sweet kiss. While their lips caressed, Daniel noticed for the first time that there was soft music playing inside the shop. The song - something by The Doors by the sound of it - ended and a familiar voice started to drift through the speakers, which could be just made out in the background of murmuring voices. It was Roy Orbison, crooning over a pretty woman.

“Nobody looks as good as you,” Daniel sang softly into Nikki’s ear.

“Mmm,” Nikki sighed, nuzzling his neck.

Daniel took it as a good omen that, merely moments after talking about Pretty Woman, Roy Orbison’s song of the same name was broadcast over the radio. It was karma. This sign incited a blind optimism in Daniel that rarely surfaced. Their destinies seemed intertwined, having crossed paths on a journey that now hinted that their fates may continue to run parallel for the rest of their lives.

Who knows, it worked out okay for Julia Roberts and Richard Gere, was it beyond the realms of plausibility that reality could imitate art and that things might work out in their favour, too?

Daniel, ever the optimist and hopeless romantic, liked to believe so.

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