The Chain: Link 8 - Sex Stories

The Chain: Link 8

... objections to the exchange of money for sex, and as a student she could have done with the extra cash. She’d nevertheless been unable to take the plunge, feeling that the money angle would mean complications she was ill-equipped to handle. She soon also realised that some men were prepared to pay her as a way of staving off any blackmail attempts on her part, which she felt was slightly insulting, yet obscurely thrilling. Sometimes she imagined herself as a dark femme fatale, praying on men, getting her kicks with them and taking them for a ride. It was a fun fantasy, but in reality it just wasn’t her. Still, she enjoyed numerous fleeting encounters centred wholly on sexual gratification. Any attempt on the part of the men to interest themselves in her life were purely by way of polite smalltalk, and half the time she made up the answers, not caring if she contradicted herself. Since the assignations were only about one thing, nothing else really mattered. Anthea might have wished there were more of them, but there were many ways for a lonely girl to amuse herself – not least courtesy of the internet. But for all that, Anthea wasn’t entirely sure what her deepest sexual desire was. Sometimes she thought she didn’t have one, per se, just a series of desires, to be fulfilled when an opportunity presented itself. The promise in the note and the text message became, for her, one of discovery. Ordinary social situations caused her anxiety; situations that were out of the ...

... ordinary, without unwritten codes, came as a relief. She knew very well that if she spoke to anyone at all about this, they would raise any number of objections; obvious and sensible objections. Anthea brushed the objections aside in her own mind. Somehow she just knew that this was something she must do. Not knowing what to expect, she thought she ought to dress for the occasion, choosing black hold-ups, black silky knickers, a black bra, a black, tight-fitting dress. A lot of the men she had met liked black. She even chosen black earrings, her only concession to colour being red lipstick. She had butterflies in her stomach as she waited, but she wasn’t nervous, not really. She liked the feeling that adventure beckoned. The knock on the door came at seven on the dot. Anthea was surprised, but not by the punctuality. She lived in student accommodation, a large block which was more like a fortress with key cards and code locks, like some secret military facility. How had the brunette in stiletto heels and black leather catsuit gained access? “Good evening, Anthea,” the woman said with a smile. “May I come in?” Anthea took to her immediately. Miss X, as she styled herself, complimented Anthea on her interior decoration skills and her dress sense. Then she said with a mischievous smile, “You needn’t have dressed up, though.” Anthea frowned a little. The woman laughed, placing a hand on Anthea’s knee. “Where we’re going you’re going to want to change, trust me.” “Where are we going?” ...