Head On (The Head On Trilogy) (6 page)

"You seem very confident," I replied. The truth was, I was feeling a little annoyed at the way Parkin seemed to think he could just burst into my session with another client and take control. I hated the thought that he saw me as some kind of puppet, to be controlled from afar. Then again, he
was
kind of coming to the rescue, and fifty thousand dollars was way more money than I could afford to turn down. I'd already crossed several moral lines in the sand over the previous few days, and suddenly one more didn't seem too bad.

"So Belle," Drake continued, "are we going to do this, or do we have a problem?"

"Sorry about that," Archer said nervously, putting his phone down. "My wife can be a little... controlling. I hope the fact that I'm married isn't a problem."

I opened my mouth to reply, but for a few seconds I wasn't quite sure what to say. "No," I said eventually, to both men at once, as I stepped toward Archer and saw his gaze drop to my bare breasts. "There's no problem."

Drake Parkin

I kept my eyes glued to the monitor. Although I'd gone to great lengths to arrange this little situation, I hadn't truly believed that it would work. Still, Belle - or Kathryn, as I'd learned she was really named - was once again proving to be very enterprising and more than a little surprising. I liked it, and I wanted to see more.

Although the image on the screen wasn't the best quality, it was enough for me to see her stunning body. Now that I had a chance to sit back and observe from something of a distance, I could truly appreciate her tight, firm breasts. I felt a strange, unfamiliar sensation in the pit of my stomach, like a kind of tense, tender longing. After a moment, I realized that - for the first time in my life - I was jealous. I didn't want Archer to be fucking Kathryn;
I
wanted to be fucking her. Still, I had to fight these urges. Emotion leads to weakness, and weakness leads to failure, and I didn't have time for failure.

Taking a deep breath, I decided it was time to give Kathryn her first order. With a smile, I held the microphone closer to my mouth.

Kathryn

"Tell him to suck the nipple of your right breast," Parkin said, whispering into my ear via the earpiece. "Tell him to be tender. Tell him to tease it until it's rock-hard. The way I did. Remember?"

Feeling a shiver pass through my body, I stared at Archer for a moment. He seemed so nervous, and so utterly guileless, it was hard to believe he'd ever been with a woman before, let alone a prostitute. Without
someone
to guide him, I wasn't convinced we were going to get very far. Still, I wasn't certain that Drake Parkin was the best person for the job.

"Suck my nipple," I said, reaching up and running a finger across my right breast. "Suck it slowly, and softly. Tease it until it's erect." I squeezed my breast slightly. "You know how to do that to a woman, don't you?"

"Sure," he muttered, clearly kind of nervous. With an awkward smile, he leaned down and kissed the nipple, but he seemed scared, and it took a moment before he let his lips linger on the soft, reddish flesh. I felt a brief buzz as his lips wrapped around the nipple itself, and as he began to gently suck, I realized that maybe this wasn't going to be quite the disaster it had at first seemed. Provided this guy could follow orders, it might be okay.

"Tell him to bite you," Parkin whispered in my ear, his voice slightly distorted.

"Bite me?" I whispered.

"You want me to bite you?" Archer asked.

"Yeah," I said, starting to feel nervous. "Not too hard, though."

After a few seconds, I felt his teeth on my nipple, and he began to slowly bite down. At first, it felt kind of good, but after a few seconds the pressure started to become uncomfortable.

"Wait," Parkin whispered. "Don't tell him to stop yet."

I bit my lower lip as I tried to ignore the pain. I wanted to tell him to stop, to pull away, but I knew that Parkin was watching from a camera somewhere in the room, so all I could do was let out a faint gasp as Archer's teeth clenched the nipple harder and harder. A thousand times every second, I was on the verge of telling him to stop, but somehow I managed to keep my cool.

"And release," Parkin said calmly.

"Okay, stop!" I spluttered, pulling back as Archer released the nipple.

"Was that too hard?" Archer asked.

"No," I said, still feeling a little pain. "It was fine."

"Strip," Parkin whispered. "Let him see your pussy."

Swallowing hard, I took a step back. "You want to see me?" I ask, staring at Archer's hapless face as I started to slip my skirt down. The poor guy was clearly way out of his depth, and he couldn't help but stare as my crotch as I prepared to slip out of my panties. I was waiting for Parkin's voice again, but eventually I realized that it was simply time to obey my orders. Slowly, I slipped the cotton underwear down from my waist and all the way to the floor. Parkin's response was to start unbuttoning the front of his trousers, while keeping his eyes firmly fixed on the gap between my legs.

"Tell him to go down on you," Parkin whispered.

I paused, watching as Parkin slipped his penis into view.

"Tell him to go down on you," Parkin said again. "He'll do it. The little runt will do anything you tell him right now."

"You wanna taste me?" I asked, feeling a tightening sensation in my chest. I was turned on, but not because of Archer. It was Parkin, his voice reaching across the airwaves, who was completely in control of my mind and body.

"Don't ask him," Parkin barked. "Tell him."

"Eat me out," I said, feeling a little shiver as the words leave my mouth. "On the desk." Taking a step back, I moved around the desk and finally sat on the surface, before leaning back and propping myself on my elbows; taking a deep breath, I slowly opened my legs and saw the look of fear in his eyes.

"I just..." He paused, with his penis still poking out the front of his trousers. "I don't really have much time. Maybe I could just fuck you? Quickly?"

"No way," Parkin said firmly. "Tell him he has to do this first."

"Are you sure?" I asked, feeling a little uncomfortable.

"Sure about fucking you?" Archer asked.

"I'm sure," Parkin said, without a trace of doubt or prevarication in his voice.

"Go on," I said, fixing Archer with a determined stare, trying to hide the fact that I was doubtful myself. I glanced over at the bookcase, unable to stop wondering where Parkin had his little camera hidden.

"Order him!" Parkin said, raising his voice. For the first time, he sounded a little angry. "Don't think about other things, Belle! Just get that guy to eat your goddamn pussy!"

"Do it!" I said, watching as Archer stepped a little closer. I reached down and ran a finger against my clitoris, giving myself a brief jolt of pleasure.

"But -"

"Now!" I shouted, shocking myself.

Instantly, Archer dropped to his knees, shuffled forward and put his face close to my crotch. He seemed so hesitant, but finally I felt his tongue reach out and slip between the lips of my vagina.

"Are you watching?" I whispered.

"I'm watching," Parkin replied.

Feeling Archer's tongue slip up toward my clitoris, I let out a low moan while running a hand across my chest. Archer, while desperate to please, wasn't doing anything for me at all; in fact, his fumbles down there were kind of a turn off, and it was painfully clear that the guy didn't know his way around a woman's body. I was still turned on, though, because I knew that Parkin was watching every moment. Wherever his camera was hidden, he could see as I arched my back and ran a hand over my breasts; he could see my legs open; he could hear my heavy, tense breathing. I opened my legs a little wider, hoping to give Parkin a better view, and finally I closed my eyes, hoping to focus on imagining Parkin's perspective. Was he touching himself while he watched?

"How is he?" Parkin whispered.

I waited a moment, as I felt Archer's tongue moving in circles around the base of my clitoris. "Not awful," I said quietly.

"High praise indeed," Parkin replied. "If I told you to cum right now, could you do it?"

"On command?" I whispered.

"With a snap of my fingers."

I let out a gasp. "I don't know."

"If I told you to cum," he continued, "you'd have no choice. This little runt doesn't know how to please a woman, Belle. He hasn't got a goddamn clue. Give him a hint."

"What kind of hint?"

"Are you talking to me?" Archer asked, from between my legs.

"Tell him to shut up and eat your pussy," Parkin said firmly.

"Shut up and eat my pussy," I said, with my eyes still closed. I felt Archer's tongue slip back into action, and an electric jolt of pleasure rippled through my body at the thought of Parkin still watching me. "What do you want?" I whispered, feeling a bead of sweat running down my face. "What do you want me to do? Do you want me to cum?"

"Not yet," Parkin replied. "The guy's paying for a fuck, I guess he should at least get one. Tell him to stop what he's doing and fuck you properly."

"Fuck me," I said, opening my eyes and looking down at a startled Archer. "Right now. Fuck me."

"Okay," Archer said, getting to his feet and pulling his trousers down all the way before stepping between my legs and reaching down. Moments later, I felt the tip of his penis slip into my pussy, which Parkin had already made wet.

"Tell him to fuck you hard," Parkin whispered.

"Fuck me hard," I said.

Needing no second invitation, Archer began to thrust into me. There was no real method to his fucking, and if we were alone together, I'd be finding the whole thing completely ineffective. Because of Parkin, however, I felt as if my whole body was alive, dancing with a kind of electric energy. Leaning my head back, I imagined Parkin watching right now, touching himself as his camera focused on my bare, naked body.

"Run a hand over your breasts," Parkin whispered into my ear. "Touch your nipples."

Without hesitation, I reached up and ran a hand across my left breast, pausing to give a gentle squeeze to the rock-hard nipple. I wasn't certain, but as I teased the nipple, making it harder and harder, I thought I heard a faint gasp from Parkin. Seconds later, there was a very definite gasp from Archer, who seemed to be getting closer and closer to orgasm as his fucking become more and more furious.

"What do you want me to do now?" I whispered, opening my eyes and looking at Parkin. I was still playing with my left nipple, and my entire body felt tense and breathless, but I wanted to know what Parkin wanted.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," Archer groaned, oblivious to anything I said to him.

"What now?" I whispered again, waiting for Parkin's next command.

Silence.

"Parkin -"

"Let him cum," Parkin said suddenly. "But not you. Just him."

Before I could react, Archer let out a gasp of pleasure and I felt his cock throbbing and pulsing in my pussy as he discharged a sticky load deep inside. The poor guy was clearly caught in the throes of pleasure. To be honest, it wasn't too difficult to hold back my own orgasm; all I cared about was Parkin, and Archer was just a minor inconvenience.

"Fuck," Archer said eventually, withdrawing and taking a step back. He was hot and sweaty, and he looked kinda pathetic and broken. "Yeah," he muttered. "Fuck yeah, that's how they like it."

Unable to stifle a faint smile, I stayed in place, with my legs wide open and a bead of sperm dribbling down from my vagina.

"And there's the money shot," Parkin said calmly, making me wonder if his camera, wherever it was hidden, had zoomed in to get a closer look at the creamy mess between my legs.

Reaching across to the table by the desk, I grabbed a couple of tissues and used them to wipe myself. I was still tense and aroused, wondering what I was supposed to do next. For his part, Archer seemed to have almost completely forgotten that I was even here; he was too busy giving himself a quick clean before slipping his cock back into his trousers. Eventually, he seemed a little distracted for a moment, unable to make eye contact with me.

"Okay," he said after a moment, "what are you still doing here?"

Smiling, I got up from the desk and grabbed my panties. The silence in my earpiece was deafening, and as I got dressed, I couldn't help but wonder what Parkin wanted from me next. I was still turned on, but from Parkin's point of view, was the whole situation over? It took me only a minute or so to get my clothes on, and finally I turned and saw that Archer was putting his desk straight.

"So if you want me again -" I started to say.

"I'll call," he replied, clearly flustered. "Just, please, get out of the building as fast as possible. And don't tell anyone you were here to see me."

Figuring there was nothing left to say, I opened the door and stepped out. The secretary at the nearby desk glanced over at me with a contemptuous look in her eyes, and it was clear that she knew exactly why I was here. I felt a pang of guilt as I realized that, for the first time, someone was seeing me as a common hooker. From her point of view, I was just some slutty girl who'd turned up, banged her boss for twenty minutes, and pocketed some cash. The way she was looking at me, as if I was some kind of filth, was the way most people would look at me. My parents, my friends... in a strange way, it was as if they were staring at me through this woman's eyes.

Smiling politely, but feeling intensely embarrassed, I turned and hurried away, heading for the elevator. This situation put a whole new spin on the phrase 'walk of shame'.

I reached out for the elevator 'call' button.

"There's a car waiting outside," Parkin said suddenly, almost causing me to jump out of my skin. I'd thought he was done. "Get in," he continued. "There's a dress on the back seat. Put it on. When the car reaches the hotel, get out. Come inside. You won't have any trouble finding me."

"But -"

As the elevator doors opened, I heard an audible pop in my ear, and I realized that the connection was broken. My legs felt a little weak, like jelly, as I stepped into the elevator. Still, I couldn't deny the buzz as I thought of Parkin waiting for me. The elevator doors slid shut and the chamber began to descend, and I leaned back on the wall for a moment, trying to catch my breath. I felt like a puppet, being pulled this way and that by a distant master who assumed, without a shadow of doubt, that it was his right and his privilege to control me. I
wanted
to feel aggrieved. I
wanted
to be in control. But all I could think about was Parkin, waiting for me somewhere in the city, and that single thought filled me with nervous energy and made me feel alive. I had to find him.