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yes, yes, fuck.” I heaved my hips upward and rammed into my pussy harder,
faster, over and over. I could barely breathe as I became a mass of pulsating
ecstasy.
    He gasped and groaned, the sound long and guttural. It
settled in my chest as I continued to ride my hand. I was panting and shaking,
coming for an exquisitely extended period. “Oh yes, that’s good, really good,
ahh…ahh…”
    “Oh, you sound so fucking filthy when you come,” he said in
a rasping, breathy voice.
    “Yes, yes filthy, that’s right.” Fighting to catch my
breath, I felt as if I’d been turned and twisted upside down. My pulse raged in
my ears, my heart thudded and my vision blurred. Stunned was a good way of
describing my emotions after masturbating over the phone for a stranger.
    “So now it’s my turn,” he said eventually.
    “For what.”
    “To come.”
    Ah, so he was still pretending that he hadn’t jacked off. I
would bet my life on it that right now he had a silvery glob of cum wrapped in
a tissue that he’d just cleaned off his stomach. But I would let him have his
secret. “When?” I asked.
    “Half an hour.”
    Shit, really?
    “Where?”
    “My place.”
    I tugged my fingers from my cunt and looked at them
sparkling in the sunlight. It was as though they’d been coated in slick, sticky
glitter. “Your place?”
    He grunted. “What, you think you won’t be safe? You’re a
whore. Women like you get murdered all the time. It’s a risk you have to take.”
He paused. “Besides, if I’d wanted to kill you I would have done that in the
alley. Much cleaner forensically than in my home.”
    My post-climax brain was struggling to function. He wanted
me to go to his home. He wasn’t going to murder me. It was his turn to come.
    “You still there?”
    “I, er, yes.”
    “Good, meet me in the park and I’ll take you. It’s just
around the corner.”
    “Give me the address.”
    “No. The park, half an hour.”
    The line went dead and I dropped the phone to the sofa. It
bounced and landed on the carpet with a soft whump . In half an hour I
would return to my whorish state. Anticipation built inside me, along with
gratitude for the good fortune I’d had to find a man who understood my nasty
needs.
    I glanced out the window and met a pair of spectacled eyes.
They belonged to the elderly woman who lived opposite. I snapped my legs
together but it was too late. I could tell by her expression that she’d been
watching me for some time.
    * * * * *
    I wore my slutty purple skirt and silver stilettos again,
but this time I teamed it with a tight bottle-green top, large gold hoop
earrings and a short denim jacket. I pulled on a pair of panties, black lace,
quite pretty for a whore. It didn’t matter. They wouldn’t be on long.
    He was waiting for me, standing with his hands deep in his
jean pockets. He wore his usual clumpy dark boots and today a
faded-at-the-seams black U2 t-shirt. As I approached him, walking sluttily and
provocatively, I once again realized how damn tall the man was. He was lean and
not overly big built. His long muscles were sinewy and defined, his shoulders
wide and angular, and his pants just hugged the top of his thighs. He hadn’t
shaved for some time. The stubble on his jaw was dense and shadowed down his
neck. It wasn’t much shorter than the closely shorn hair on his head.
    The whole look was the opposite of vain. He didn’t care,
just wore his skin in a way that suggested he had confidence in his ability to
take care of himself, no matter what. I guessed it was that self-assured magnetism
that had attracted me to him from six floors up. It was dangerously strong and
scarily appealing to my depraved antennae.
    “You look so cheap,” he said as I approached.
    I shrugged and gnawed on my gum. “Yeah, but it’s up to me to
name the price.”
    He laughed and the sound almost held humor. “We’ll see. Come
on, this way.”
    For the second time he tucked his hand into the small of my
back and