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Authors: C.J. Fallowfield
Virgin for the Night (For The Night #2)
Virgin
for the Night
C.J. Fallowfield
Kindle Edition
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ASIN: B00NF123OC
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Foreword
Written as standalone quick, hot reads,
For the Night
novellas
are told in alternating points of view of Logan Steele, and his client, or
clients. However, in order to fully enjoy Logan’s development they should be
read in the sequence that they are released:
Strangers for the
Night
Virgin for the
Night
Filthy for the
Night
Ménage for the
Night
Sophisticated for the Night
Biker for the Night
Dominant for the Night
Actor for the Night
Other Titles by C.J. Fallowfield
The Austin Series
Erotic Romance
with humour and drama
Destined (The
Austin Series Prequel)
New Leaves, No
Strings
Baggage &
Buttons
Forever & an
Engine
The Honeymoon
Period
Love & Loss
Infinite Love
31 Days Duology
Romance with intrigue,
humour and erotic scenes
31 Days of Winter
31 Days of Summer
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Chapters
My name is Logan Steele. I’m devilishly handsome, seriously
ripped, well hung, charismatic and highly sexed. Women just can’t resist me. So
when I lost my job in the construction industry and was struggling for cash, I
decided to put my assets to good use.
By day I’m a private personal fitness trainer. By night I’m
a high class gigolo.
I don’t advertise my sexual services anymore, I have a long
client list that come to me through word of mouth. I’m that good, I’m booked
months in advance. Scores of women pay me extortionately high fees to fulfil
their fantasies. And for the most part I do. I have a strict set of rules that
I abide by, which are provided in the full contract that you’ll receive along
with the booking form, if accepted. I’ve bullet pointed an abridged version
below, just so you’re clear before you send me an email request:
Rules my clients must comply with are:
I must see a picture in advance.
I can decline the booking request without explanation.
I can only be booked for the night.
All sexual acts must be consensual.
I will provide you with a report to complete, then I will
choose the setting for our meeting based on your scenario.
I am flown first class or by private jet if I am required to
work abroad.
In the event of the above, I will provide my dietary requirements
in advance.
I will perform a full background check.
I base my variable charge on the scenario being requested.
“No” rules that I stipulate are:
No bareback.
No minors.
No physical violence.
Nothing illegal.
No form of emotional attachment during or after the event. I
am merely performing a sexual or companion service.
No contact after the event, unless it is for a new booking.
And my absolute number one rule, without exception is:
Full payment up front which, is non- refundable.
There is no requirement for a refund clause, I never fail to
perform.
So, now you are aware of my rules for the night and are
about to contact me, all that remains to be asked is “Who do you want me to
be?”
I checked my appearance in the mirror for about the
twentieth time. So
not
good. “Never develop any emotional attachment to
a client” had been my mantra, until I’d received the photograph of Summer
Beresford, requesting an appointment with me. What was worse, if anything could
be worse in my line of work, was that I hadn’t even met her yet. I was acting
like an excited teenager going on a first date. I’d been doing my job, if you
could call it that, because most of the time it didn’t feel like hard work, for
four years now. In all that time I hadn’t had a personal relationship, and I
kind of missed that. Having regular sex and being paid handsomely for it, as
well as receiving expensive gifts like my Piaget Polo FortyFive black watch
worth over $21,000, was great. But I was constantly playing the attentive
companion, always taking on the role of whatever persona they were paying me
for. Sometimes I just longed to kick back on the sofa with a bottle of beer as
I watched a game, with my arm around a girlfriend who was with me because she
loved the real me, so I could be myself. Not the sexual side, that was all me. I
loved sex, I loved pleasuring a woman for hours, I especially loved fucking
hard and a woman that was somewhat submissive in the bedroom.
I ran my hand through my dark
hair and checked my face was smooth by running my long index finger along my
square jawline. I was always well groomed, I had to be. Regular waxing,
including my eyebrows, always closely shaved, unless of course the client
requested stubble. Vigorous oral sex with a five o’clock shadow didn’t tend to
go down too well with women a few hours later when the stubble rash started to
burn, particularly when they were married and trying to be discreet. My grey
eyes seemed to have more life in them tonight as well. I undid an additional
button on my white shirt, making sure the hollow of my throat was exposed and
pulled on my black suit jacket, to compliment my indigo jeans and black
brogues. Tonight I was committed to playing the part of a suitor who was going
to woo Summer with dinner, then I was going to seduce her, all the while
pretending she was a virgin and teaching her all I could about how to please a
man, as well as pleasing her at the same time. I’d reserved the luxury two
bedroomed penthouse apartment in the Dalton Hotel on Thames Bank, with views of
the London Eye. Not that I planned on letting her see any attraction other than
my cock.
In her report, she’d written the
phrase “I want you to make love to me, tenderly” and ordinarily I’d have turned
down the booking straight away. I loved sex to be aggressively raw, animalistic
and sometimes rough. Not tender and sweet. But that angelic porcelain face,
with the pink cheeks, perfect lips and bright blue eyes had me just itching to
meet her. In fact, I was already booked up for months ahead when I got her
request, I tried to only see a maximum of two clients a week, but she was very
specific that it had to be this particular date and I was too intrigued by her
to decline. I checked my watch, I’d arrived here far too early, having driven
myself in my own car, while I’d sent my usual driver James to pick up Summer in
the Merc. I rang him to check he was in place.
‘Good evening, Sir,’ he answered.
‘Evening James, how are you?’
‘Excellent thank you, Sir. And
you?’
‘Ask me in the morning,’ I
replied.
‘I’m sure you’ll have an
excellent evening, as always,’ he chuckled. I smiled, he was one of the few
people, other than my best friend Oliver and Ian, the go-to guy for my clients
background checks, who knew what I really did when I wasn’t a personal trainer
by day.
‘I just wanted to make sure that
you were in place and everything was on schedule?’
‘Of course, Sir. I’m parked
outside her house now and will knock on the door at precisely the time you told
me with the gifts, then wait until eight p.m. to bring her to the car. Ladies
don’t like to be rushed.’
‘No, they certainly don’t. I’ll
see you tomorrow morning, when I bring Miss Beresford down to you for her
return trip home.’
‘Yes, Sir. Nine-thirty as
normal.’
‘Thanks, James.’ I hung up and reopened
the file for Summer, so I could take another look at her face. I didn’t really
need to familiarise myself with her requirements, other than treating her
gently and respectfully for the evening, she hadn’t made any additional
requests, which was unusual. She’d not even stipulated how many times she
wanted me to perform, all details had been left entirely up to me. With Ian
having given me information on her personal preferences, I’d pulled out all the
stops to ensure that I romanced her like she’d never been romanced before. I re-checked
the bedroom first, straightening the red satin comforter lying across the
bottom of the bed, sprinkling rose petals all over the crisp white Egyptian
cotton sheets and dimming the bedside table lights. I put on the flickering
living flame firelights and lit the Neom sensuous scented candles with a blend
of Ylang Ylang, Frankincense and Patcholi, specifically designed for a warm
heady and relaxing aroma, lighting the ones in the luxuriously appointed
en-suite as well.
I’d also purchased a number of
relaxation aids, and her own brand of cosmetics for the night and morning, in a
train case. I’d decided instead of taking her out for a meal, I’d impress her
by cooking in, with a menu specifically designed to titillate her senses. After
lighting more candles and setting some mood lighting, I set the iPod dock on
low, ready to play my specially purchased mix of Josh Groban’s classical songs,
which Ian had told me were the most played on her iTunes playlists.
I glanced at my watch, five
minutes until she was due to arrive. I checked my appearance again, tweaking my
hair into position, adjusting my shirt and my erection. That damn girl had me
hard before she’d even got here. I felt off balance, something didn’t feel
right, I walked quickly through the apartment, checking everything again,
including the kitchen to make sure I’d prepared the food as well as I could in
advance, but everything was perfect. I was nothing if not organised. I
swallowed hard as I realised what it was. I was nervous, which was a first. I
heard a knock on the door and took a deep breath as I wiped my palms on my
jeans.
‘Get a grip, Logan. She’s just
a client, like hundreds of clients before her. You can do this, you were born
to do this.
’ I strode to the door and adjusted my throbbing erection again
as I turned the latch and took another deep breath.
