The Purge - Sex Stories

The Purge

... shoulder,’ before hurling a martini into my lap. I’d asked her to blow me in the bathroom for fifty quid – can’t say I was surprised to find myself on the receiving end of a fist. He hit like a bitch but struck the jawbone just right. ‘Lucky shot, arsehole.’ I yelled. They flipped me the middle finger and left. I blamed Kate, picked up a little Asian girl outside Embankment. She offered me a full personal service and ice for eighty. The apartment stank of bleach; I appreciated the clean facilities but the sex was below par. I needed the visual – age will do that. But she rode me like a dead meat-suit – pokerfaced and naked and I couldn’t finish. I flipped her over and she took it from behind. ‘No anal.’ she’d said, so I offered ten more when the hour was up and asked for a hand-job. She lubed her palm with almond oil and scooped up my dick. I thought of Kate and her delicious cunt and blew my load in a minute. ~ His heart pounded as the liquid spilled over the handkerchief. Not like this... he thought. Kate lowered the cloth to his face and smothered him, the poison puncturing his lungs like a spit roast. ‘Sweet dreams, baby.’ She pulled the emergency cord in the corner of the room and draped herself over his dead body in mock despair. ‘I can’t believe he’s gone.’ Kate wept, ‘I can’t believe he’s dead.’ The nurse hovered beside her. ‘I know, love, but think of it this way, at least he was thinking of you.’ Kate looked up, ‘What do you mean?’ ‘Didn’t he tell you? There was ...

... a lawyer here yesterday... John, I think his name was? They were discussing Mr Wallis’ will.’ She stiffened in the chair. ‘That fucking cunt!’ she yelled. ~ I left the apartment around three, too drunk to notice Kate’s car parked on the corner. I followed the road around to the right and into the back alley, just as John instructed. ‘Name your price.’ I said. ‘Five-hundred grand, by Tuesday.’ ‘And you’ll make it clean and quick? I don’t want her to suffer.’ ‘Straight to the head.’ he’d assured. I shook his hand and headed home, only Kate got to me first. She wedged a kitchen knife so deep in my back she had a hard time twisting it. I tried calling for help, but the blood pissed out like hell’s fountain and I couldn’t breathe. Here she is now, stuffing a poisoned rag into my throat to finish the job. Only this time I'm one step ahead. ~ Kate soared from the chair, her anger and rage pouring as she stampeded through the hospital and into the carpark. ‘You fucking wait, John,’ she bellowed down the phone, ‘I’ll get my money if it’s the last thing I ever do.’ She opened the door to her car and got inside, stepped on the gas and disappeared into the city. She knew what she had to do. ‘Look,’ she said to the gentleman at the bar, ‘I don’t usually do this but, would you like to come upstairs with me?’ He twisted his Armani watch around his wrist and checked the time. ‘You look a little young for me, Kate?’ ‘It’s terribly rude to ask a lady her age.’ she said, and led him to the ...