Black Orchid (6 page)

'You want me to pay?' she said incredulously. 'You're not
serious?'

'Deadly. It'll be worth it.'

She laughed, thinking for a moment that he was joking,
though his face was deadpan. His next words left her in no
doubt that he was indeed deadly serious.

'I take cash, Visa and American Express. No cheques.'

'I have a Gold Card – will that be acceptable?' she said, her
voice dripping sarcasm.

'Very,' he replied and held out his hand.

Maggie stared back at him, unable to believe her ears.
This . . . person, actually expected her to pay for sex with him?
He was hot, but then, so was she, on a good day. She certainly
wasn't so desperate that she had to resort to paying for it!

She was about to stalk out of the dressing room when she
remembered the conversation she had had with Janine all
those weeks ago. '
That's what we working girls need now
,' the
other girl had said, '
Gigolos, guaranteed safe, hired with an
American Express Card
.'

Electric Blue was still waiting patiently, hand outstretched
for her sought after piece of plastic. It occurred to her that if
she paid for his services, he would do anything she wanted
him to – anything her heart or, more specifically, her body,
desired. And he was very beautiful. If he was as dynamite in
the sack as he was on the stage it might well be worth it. She
smiled slowly.

'How much?'

He named a price which made her heart skip a beat. She
narrowed her eyes at him.

'I'll expect a refund if I don't get value for money,' she
snapped.

'Any complaints will be dealt with by the management,' he
replied, straight faced.

Maggie reached into her bag and took out her purse. She
watched as he passed the plastic card through the machine he
produced from a drawer in the table and handed the slip to
her to sign.

'Would you like a receipt?'

'A receipt?'

'Set it against expenses. I could be a hotel room, or a meal
for a client?'

Maggie shook her head.

'No one would ever believe I could eat that much guacamole.'

He shrugged and put the credit card machine away. Then
he strode to the door and locked it.

Maggie wondered why she didn't feel nervous. Paying for
his time made her feel strong, powerful. I wonder if this is why
some men use prostitutes? she thought. The person who's
paying is the person who calls the shots?

Electric Blue glanced at her quizzically.

'I'll just go take a shower.'

'No!'

She stopped him with one well manicured hand on his hot
bicep. He needed a shower, she realised, wrinkling her nose
slightly as the strong smell of drying male sweat assaulted her
nostrils.

'I want you now. Like this.'

She felt a thrill of power rush through her as he turned
obediently, without protest and unzipped his jeans. Glancing
quickly around the spartanly furnished, eight by ten foot,
windowless room, Maggie saw the couch by the back wall and
went over to sit down on it. He waited until she had settled
onto the hard, mean cushions and nodded slightly at him to
continue.

He no longer looked glamorous, stripping off his clothes
under harsh electric light on a cold linoleum floor. His surroundings,
though, did nothing to diminish his beauty. Maggie felt
the moisture seeping through her dress as his enormous penis,
shackled as it was to his nipples, came into view. He was hard,
the state of his arousal belying his cool, sardonic air.

'Untie your hair,' she whispered hoarsely.

She watched as the magnificent black tresses cut a swathe
across his shoulders. She rose slowly to her feet and stood
before him.

Undress me.'

Maggie stood, absolutely still as he undid the buttons of
her blouse and pushed it off her shoulders. He held her eyes
with his as he reached down and eased the waistband of her
skirt over her thighs, letting it pool in a gossamer heap around
her feet. Something in the depths of his vibrant blue eyes
told her that he only pretended to be submissive, that he
would only be so while it amused him. After which, he
wouldn't give a toss who was paying whom. She shivered.

Expertly unclipping the hooks and eyes of the tight red
basque, he threw it away and watched as her breasts sprang
free. Glancing down at herself, Maggie saw that her small, dark
nipples had already swollen in anticipation of his touch. She
was naked now apart from her lacy top hold-ups and shoes,
her knickers having been removed by Judd some time
before.

She toyed with the idea of keeping these on. But no, this
was for her benefit, not his and she wanted to be naked. Gently,
but insistently, she entwined her fingers in his nipple chain
and coaxed him downwards.

'And the stockings,' she whispered.

He sank obligingly to his knees and rolled them down slowly,
one by one. His warm breath played over her pubic mound,
fanning the throbbing ache which was growing there minute
by minute. Maggie looked down at his dark head, bent in a
kind of supplication before her and felt a thrill of power.

Shifting her weight slightly, she brought her legs apart and
presented her gleaming valley to his proud face. She did not
need to tell him what she wanted. His long tongue snaked out
and ran delicately along the needy cleft, circling her erect clitoris
before plunging into the hot, wet cavern below.

There was something deliciously lewd that his first kiss was
to this, most intimate of places. To not have shared a face to
face kiss, or even the most impersonal caress made this act
shocking to her, deliciously dangerous.

Maggie arched her back and thrust her pelvis towards him,
resting her knees on his strong shoulders. Tangling her fingers
in his hair, she held his face closer to her, unable to stop
herself from grinding her clitoris against his thrusting tongue
as he flicked it back and forth agonisingly slowly, making the
sensations build, layer upon layer until the heat began to
suffuse her and she knew that, if she allowed it, her orgasm
would burst from her before she had time to catch her
breath.

In the back of her mind, she wanted to call a halt, to remain
in control until the very last moment. With a tremendous act
of will, she sank down onto her knees so that they were on a
level, leaning heavily against him as her legs began to tremble.
She remained still, eyes closed in concentration as she continued
to teeter on the brink of orgasm.

As, at last, the feeling drained slowly away, she allowed him
to lay her down on the hard linoleum. She went limp as he
sucked at her breasts, laving each nipple in turn with his
rasping tongue. His long hair lay across her chest like a warm,
ticklish blanket and the clean, fragrant smell of it tantalised
her.

Strength restored, she pushed him onto his back and gazed
down at him.

'Lie still,' she commanded, her confidence growing.

She wanted to examine all of him, run her questing fingers
over every square inch of his strong, healthy body. First, she
picked up his left wrist and placed it above his head. He allowed
her to manipulate him, lying quiet and compliant, his eyes
ever watchful. She brought the other arm up over his head and
ran her fingers along the inside of it from his wrist to his
armpit.

His glorious hair splayed out around his head and Maggie
gave in to the urge to stroke it. It felt as soft and thick as she
had imagined it would, like a skein of silken rope. Rope. Picking
up a tress, she smoothed it upward to see if it was long enough
to reach his wrists. It was several inches longer than it needed
to be and she smiled wickedly.

She watched his face as she gathered up his hair and wound
sections of it round her fingers until they resembled cord. Then
she wrapped it loosely round his wrists, tying them together
above his head. If he wanted to, he could easily extricate
himself, but he made no move to do so.

Maggie sat up to admire her handiwork. He presented one
of the most erotic sights she had ever seen. His helplessness
curiously did not undermine his masculinity. His was a
strength confined by softness, hard muscle constrained by soft
hair.

Maggie ran her long fingernails lightly down one side of his
body, bringing them over to one pierced nipple. Fascinated, she
examined the ring. It was screwed through a perfect hole, as
if it belonged there. She teased his aureole with her fingernail,
pressing lightly on the tip as it hardened under her touch
before following the line of the chain to the other nipple, to
which she gave the same treatment.

She wanted to ask him why, what purpose did it serve to
mutilate himself in such a way? But she did not want to break
the spell of silence enclosing them. Picking up the chain which
ran down his mid-line, she tweaked it gently, causing tension
in both his nipples and penis. She watched his face closely for
any signs of discomfort, but he remained inscrutable, watching
her through sardonic eyes as she continued her exploration.

The end of the chain was attached to a slightly larger gold
hoop than those through his nipples. It pierced his foreskin,
where a rosy glow showed the pink glans which peeked temptingly
through to advantage. Despite the complete relaxation
of the rest of his body, Maggie noted with satisfaction that he
was semi-hard, the long, thick shaft growing upward towards
his belly.

Glancing at his shuttered face, she had a sudden urge to see
his expression alter from indifference to need. It was no longer
enough to simply have him do what she wanted to her, she
wanted to bring him to the brink of madness too, break down
his reserve until that impassive face was screwed up in passion
as he had mimed it on the stage.

Turning her attention back to the slumberous animal
between his legs, she ran her finger delicately from its root to
the tip, enjoying the rippling of the loose skin against her finger
pad. Very slowly, she circled the bulb at the end and hooked
her finger into the gold hoop. His penis twitched in response.
She glanced up at him and smiled slyly.

'You like that, do you?' she asked conversationally and
watched his face closely as she tweaked it again.

A faint blush had risen in his cheeks and as she increased
the pressure on the ring, a spasm passed across his smoothly
expressionless face. It was gone in an instant as he regained
control of his features. Maggie smiled to herself. She was going
to enjoy breaking that control.

Moving into a more comfortable position, she cupped his
hair roughened balls with her other hand, testing their
weight and squeezing gently. The stem was growing before
her very eyes, the chain that held it central growing slack as
the ringed tip rose further up his body. The hard, sculpted
muscles of his thighs clenched as she bent her head and
nibbled gently at the delicate area of skin which joined cock
and balls.

Gathering the moisture in her mouth, she licked a well lubricated
trail along the underside of his penis to where the ring
glinted, dull gold against the now angry purple of his glans.
She licked around it, tasting the salty heat of him before
hooking her tongue through the ring and using it to roll back
the foreskin.

The bulbous tip glistened, the small orifice in its centre
pouting as it gently oozed a bead of thick, creamy fluid. Holding
the foreskin back with the circled fingers of one hand, Maggie
licked around it, as if it were a particularly delectable ice-cream,
Häagen Dazs on a stick. She left the centre until last, pushing
the tip of her tongue gently inside him as she sucked up the
secretion.

He was breathing heavily now and Maggie felt her own sex
pulse with excitement at his unwilling gasp as she enclosed
his shaft head with her lips. The ring felt cold, alien, coming
between the hot flesh of his glans and her mouth. It rubbed
along her tongue as she sank down on him, taking half his
length into her mouth before withdrawing to the tip again.

There was no question of his not being aroused now, his
member was hard, unyielding to the pressure of her lips and
tongue. His hips strained upwards by instinct, inviting her to
take more of him inside. The silky skin rubbed back and forth,
causing a ticklish friction on the sensitive skin of her lips and
at the sides of her mouth.

Maggie sensed that his iron control was gradually slipping
away. He groaned as she squeezed his balls in the palm of her
hand. It was at that moment that she decided to withdraw.

Taking the chain between her teeth, she inched her way up
his body so that she could see his face. He stared back at her
almost sullenly, only the slightly glazed expression in his eyes
betraying the fact that he had just drawn back from the edge
of orgasm. His arms were still loosely bound by his hair, though
his hands, she saw, had been balled into fists as he fought to
control himself.

Smiling wickedly down at him, she straddled him and began
to crawl along his body, one knee either side of him. She paused
as her sex drew level with his face and began to untie his
bonds. His warm breath tickled the hot crevices of her inner
skin and she felt the sudden rush of moisture as his tongue
suddenly snaked out and lapped delicately along the petal soft
folds.

She sagged slightly and her unsheathed clitoris touched
against his hawk-like nose. The effect was electrifying, sending
a jolt of lust through her entire body, so powerful that she
moved purely by instinct. Linking her fingers with his as they
lay, upstretched, over his head, she began to move her hips,
rubbing her pleasure bud along his nose as his hot tongue
delved ever deeper into her honeyed depths.

Closing her eyes against the bare, grey linoleum, she splayed
herself wider, spreading her knees so that he had full access
to her pulsating sheath. Suddenly, he penetrated her with his
tongue. She bore down on it, grinding her clitoris against the
tip of his nose. His tongue was long and stiff, a miniature cock
working in and out of her.