‘Of course I have,’ I reply, with little batting of eyelids. ‘Long and smooth and with a nice gentle upward curve to it. Uncircumcised. Iron-hard and hot against the palm. Delicious to suck upon and not too fat, either – I do love to take them all.’
I thought to stun her with the depth of my description but her eyes just glaze slightly and her smile spreads wider.
‘The perfect cock, perhaps?’ she says, as much to herself as to me. ‘I wonder what you would give for it?’
‘I’m sorry?’
I’m momentarily thrown again and she seizes upon it, fixing me with one of those confident looks that sees clients caving. She spells it out slowly and coolly, making each word count.
‘I said I wonder what you would give to have his cock inside you.’
The words hit me both in the mind and in the puss, scoring heavily. I can’t help the images or the pleasurable, needy twinge it produces between my thighs. My face probably gives me away but I need to fight back.
‘Give?’ I say, trying my best to scoff. ‘I never have to give anything for my pleasure. That must just be you.’
She doesn’t bite.
‘Then you will take him?’ she says, still as cool as a befridged cucumber.
As well as the extra rude images she knows this will give me, I can see the challenge in her eyes. It’s all about competition between the two of us: who is seen to come out on top; who can nail the biggest contracts in the quickest time with the lowest overheads. We are the two biggest guns – in my estimation, at least.
‘He is married,’ I say, not to fall into any trap she might be laying.
‘But what if that didn’t matter?’ she replies, and I can see the cogs of that swift predator brain whirring. ‘What if his wife wanted you to have him? What if I knew, in fact, that this was precisely the case?’
Now she has got me a little stunned, and she’s sticking out that sumptuous cleavage of hers even more towards me, as if to hit me from all angles.
‘And how the fuck would you know something like that?’
‘Oh, I know his wife very well indeed – very well. You know her too, as it happens. In fact, you are looking at her right now.’
The triumphant smile spreads to its widest. She’s got me more than a little stumped. She looks deadly serious too.
‘What? But you can’t be. You’re a …’
‘I’m a what? A free-thinker who finds beauty in all forms irresistible? A hedonist who believes that pleasure and jealousy are the worst kind of bedfellows? Is that what you were going to say?’
Well, it’s not like it couldn’t be true. I don’t really know her at all. She is certainly capable of ensnaring someone like him. Once she had her claws in there’d be no hope for him. I just didn’t have him down as her type. Or any him for that matter.
‘Strange that there is no ring on your finger,’ I remark, ‘since you are married.’
‘Only an amateur would go into the negotiations we do with a ring on. I want those fuckers wrapped around my finger, not some gold band. I want them thinking I am a prize they can win. I’m hardly going to do that by advertising that I am already taken, am I? So I wear my ring on a neck chain. I can’t be giving you the upper hand over me, can I?’
It is true. Enemies working for the same side, that’s us. Although we seldom work on the same project – two cheetahs in one room would lead to a catfight – we are nonetheless driven to outdo each other, and our managers encourage this. She is my constant invisible foe.
‘So now I know your weakness,’ I say, allowing myself a smile at last. She doesn’t blink, those calculating eyes on mine as she weighs this statement up. She does smell good.
‘A half-dozen smacks to your bare arse is the cost,’ she declares.
‘You what?’ I’m flabbergasted.
‘For my husband,’ she says. ‘With my open hand, I mean, not with a paddle. I want to feel the heat in your cheeks.’
It’s got me mentally reeling again. She has moved in closer and that delicious scent of hers keeps distracting my senses. And those inviting tits are practically brushing mine. My head is spinning and no one can usually have that effect on me. I cannot remember the last time I was anywhere near flustered. I need to restore my cool.
‘I don’t remember saying that I wanted him,’ I retort, trying to sound indignant.
‘But you do, and what’s more you can have him. However, the price is now a dozen spanks. Don’t worry – it will sting but it will make you tingle like you have never felt before. And it will be worth it, I promise. You nailed your description of his cock, by the way. It is every bit as gorgeous as you said – more so, even. Why else do you think I married him? And he does so love to have it sucked by someone who really knows what they are doing.’
Oh, dear. Wonderful thoughts provoked, plus a suck-off challenge laid down, to further befuddle me. She knows my instinct will be to rise to it, especially with the delicious images she’s conjured. I can’t have her thinking she’s a better cocksucker than me, the lesbian! I’m half-incredulous, half-bristling, my mind dodging back and forth. She’s got my pulse running, my head spinning and my pussy tingling. She is running rings around me here. That guy is something. I wish he’d stop looking at me in that way or we are going to have a moth-versus-flame situation to deal with.
‘I told you,’ I say with a sniff, ‘I don’t have to pay for my sexual pleasure.’
‘This time you do. But it will be worth it. The payment will be the most wonderful pleasure in itself, you’ll see. The charge has gone up to two dozen smacks now, by the way, although that’s not so high a price. Sometimes the more you get, the more sublime the feeling becomes. You presumably know this? I take it you have been spanked before?’
I haven’t but my mind is truly whirring, trying to find a response that wrests me back some of my lost ground. Any question coming from her must be loaded, so I need to give careful answers, if I can just think straight and forget the craving the two of them in tandem are giving me down below.
‘I can see from your silence that you haven’t,’ she says, jumping in before I have a chance to reply. ‘Perhaps you aren’t quite the make-life-your-bitch type I took you for? You know, for someone as gorgeous as you are, as strong as you are, it can feel like the greatest privilege to be spanked by someone who really knows how to bring you that most sublime of pleasures. Take my word for it. By someone who knows that to be truly adored you have to give someone the time of their life. And there is nothing so exquisite as the softness of a woman’s body and kisses afterwards. I take it you have been with a woman before?’
‘I only like cock.’
I essentially blurt this. It’s lame and I’m now looking even more like some fuddy-duddy convent girl, with weak excuses to cover my lack of adventure. I’m sounding like an amateur and our kind know exactly how to run over pitiful defences. She will see right through me too. Our kind can read people too well. She knows she’s got me thinking about holding her thighs apart and feasting upon her, first with my eyes and then with my mouth.
‘Nonsense,’ she says, her bosom squashing to mine. ‘You are simply scared of finding out just how incomparable a thrill making love to another