In Demand

This story is inspired by Texas's In Demand video, which starred Alan Rickman, but takes it just that bit further.

Some things just aren't meant to last. Me and him for a start. I remember the first time I saw him. I was sitting alone in a bar in London. I don't usually pick men up in bars, but I was fed up of staying at home every night watching the TV so decided to do what my friends did to help them through another dull weekend. He was incredible. He had deep set eyes that seemed to read right into my soul.

"Buy you a drink?" he offered. I smiled nervou I h I hadn't expected to meet someone like him. He towered over me, tall and lean with broad shoulders. We talked for while about the weather and the party conferences. He found my political viewsamusing. We danced close together, our bodies swaying not so much in time with the music as to the rhythm of us.

"How much?" he whispered in my ear. I was shocked. Did I really look like a prostitute? Perhaps I did in my black strappy dress. Somehow the idea of being paid for sex thrilled me, making me feel cheap and sexy at the same time. I hoped he'd think I was worth it.

"A thousand." I murmured.

"You must be good." He laughed softly, gently brushing my bare shoulder with his lips.

"The best." I said breathlessly hoping he wouldnt demand a refund later.

"Do you know what I want to do with you?" he asked.

"I think I can guess."

"Mmm, besides that. I'm on my way down to Brighton. Come with me. We'll drive through the night. I've got a Bentley convertible. I'd like to see the breeze in that gorgeous hair of yours." He picked up a chunk of my silky black hair and pressed his face against it, breathing in the clean, fresh smell. The significance of where he was going was lost on me at that moment. I was too excited by him.

I agreed. It was then I remembered that I'd come out in my parka. He laughed when he saw it.

"Borrowing your big brother's clothes?" he said wryly.

"At least I'll be warm." I laughed.

We got into the back of his car. He seemed reluctant to put his arms around me, and sat as far away from me as possible. I supposed this was how prostitutes were treated. None of the niceties of pretending affection. Just a brief exchange of contract and getting down to business. I found his distance off-putting. I moved towards him and he seemed to flinch.

"Have you changed your mind?" I asked.

"No." was all he replied. He put his arm along the back of the seat. Anything but touch me, I thought. Gradually he began to relax. I his his hand stroking my hair.

"I want you." I whispered in his ear. He smiled at last. His hand briefly strayed under my coat and brushed my breast light
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A helicopter was flying overhead. He looked annoyed by its presence. Then a load of bikers came past. I smiled at them. They at least seemed to appreciate me. He became cold again.

The driver told him that they needed to stop for fuel. They somehow found the only station around with petrol left. When I asked him how, he grinned. I began to get the impression that I should know who he was. Not the Prime Minister surely? He was too good looking for that. He had a brooding sexuality mingled with a coldness I couldn't penetrate. The student on duty at the station had brought an old cassette recorder to work. It played a heady Latin beat.

He grabbed me from behind and spun me round playfully. We faced each other. I could feel his breath on my face as he swayed against me. We tangoed across the forecourt, oblivious to anyone who might be watching. Now he lost his coldness. I was more aroused than I'd ever been but I pushed him away, smiling. Two could play at being aloof. He grinned back at me.

We were back in the car again. The helicopter had gone and the road ahead was empty. His hands slipped under my coat again, his fingers pinching my nipples through my dress as his mouth brushed mine. His hand slipped down under my hemline, stroking my thigh then moving tantalisingly upwards. I forgot about the driver as my legs opened to receive his probing fingers. He ran a finger along teg oeg of my panties, slipping it inside to stroke the soft hair beneath. I went to touch him but he stopped me. He was in complete control and seemed to want to enjoy my response to him. He parted me with his fingers and began to rub in a circular motion, finding my clitoris. His mouth was covering mine now and his tongue flicked between my lips. I ed aed as his fingers entered me sharply. He worked them firmly, slipping in and out, until I came, juddering, into his hand.

He ordered the driver to stop in a layby and told him to go for a long walk. The driver sighed and left us. I was still panting from the orgasm but I wanted more of him.

"I want you inside me." I whispered, reaching for his zipper. I ignored his protestations, which he clearly didn't mean anyway, and unzipped his trousers. I felt him harden as I cupped his scrotum and squeezed, first gently then more firmly, all the time kissing his mouth and neck. His hand went behind my neck and he guided my head down to his lap. I could feel his hand tighten as I sucked him. He was pulling gently at my hair now, trying not to lose control. He stopped me and pulled me out of the car, then round to the bonnet, where he pushed me back, pulling at my panties as he did. I could feel the smooth steel on my bare back. It was still warom tom the engine. A light breeze lightly brushed my pubic hair as he eased my legs apart and exposed me to the night air. He kissed me there tenderly. I opened my legs wider, wanting him to taste me, but he only tantalised me with a flick of his tongue, then he stood upright and entered me in one quick thrust. I cried out as an instant and unexpected orgasm shook me. We moved together rhythmically, almost as if we could still hear the Latin beat, then we came together, crying out in the night.

We were travelling again now. He sat as far away from me as possible, as though he thought I was dirty. He opened his wallet and offered me money. I shook my head vigorously, trying to bite back the tears that stung my eyes. He looked at me quizzically, then shrugged.

We stopped outside a shabby hotel as dawn broke along the water's edge. I wondered if he was planning to take me there, but it seemed to be where he was staying. He ordered his driver to take me home, but didn't ask where that was or to see me again. I felt cheap and childish. I wanted to run after him and ask if it had been as spe for for him as it was for me, but I was afraid of what he might answer. He turned back as though he was going to say something, then changed his mind and walked away.

I cried all the way home.