Amber by Heather Burnside (fb2 epub reader .txt) 📕

quickie. But maybe after he’d spent the night with her and she’d worked a bit of her magic, he might come back for more. And, even if he didn’t, she felt sure that the memory of this night would stay with her for a long time.

It was an old derelict office block, but Cora considered it almost luxurious compared to some of the squats she’d stayed in. There was a main area with pillars erected at intervals. The place must have been abandoned in a hurry for whatever reason because there were even some screens dotted about. These had previously been used to divide the main office into separate units but were now used by the homeless to section off an area that they could designate as their own space.

There were also still ladies’ and gents’ toilets. Although they were quite grubby-looking, the ladies’ doubled up as a bathroom where she and the other girls could have a strip-down wash over the sink.

Cora had been one of the first arrivals as soon as the insurance company had gone bump and vacated the premises. So, not only did she have her own space, she had her own room. It was a small office to one side of the main area, which must have been occupied by somebody of managerial status.

The office wasn’t completely private, but it was the next best thing. Although the door didn’t have a lock, she could still shut it and prop something behind to stop intruders. She’d also fixed a padlock to the outside so she could lock the door when she was out to discourage people from stealing her things.

On the side of the room that met the main office there were windows, which stretched from the door to the opposite wall. There was also a smaller window on the other side looking out onto the city. She’d done her best to make some curtains from old discarded cloth she’d found in the bins outside a fashion warehouse. Unfortunately, they only covered about two-thirds of the windows on the inner side, but she had plans to cover the whole of them in time.

As she withdrew the key from her pocket Cora smiled at her man friend. She slid the key into the padlock and opened it. Then she pushed the door open, revealing the interior where she had a mattress pushed into one corner and covered with a duvet and several scatter cushions adorning the top end. There was an office cabinet in another corner where she kept some spare clothing and toiletries, and there was an empty upturned crate next to the mattress, which she had fashioned as a makeshift bedside table.

‘Da daaah,’ she said, in a sing-song voice as the man peered inside, but he didn’t look particularly impressed.

Regardless, the room had everything she needed so she ignored his lacklustre response and focused on what they were here for. She lunged at him, her lips puckered, but he held her off.

‘Hang on!’ he said. ‘What’s the rush? Why don’t we do a couple of lines first?’

‘We can have that later. Let’s have a bit of fun first. We have got all night, y’know. I’ve decided to give work a miss.’

Cora decided on a little gentle persuasion to start with. She got down on her knees, grasping his genitals in one hand while undoing his trousers with the other. She looked up fleetingly, seeing the look of readiness on his face, and knew she had him.

After working on him for a while she pulled away, leaving him wanting. Then she flung herself on the bed and waited for him to join her. He obliged and Cora helped him as he hurriedly tore off her clothes.

She had somehow expected that sex with him would be so much different than with her clients. She’d actually dreamt of this moment for weeks, fantasising about him and building up the event in her own mind. But up to now it had been a let-down. No kisses. No warm embrace. No tenderness. And his lack of feeling was starting to get to her.

‘You might try some fuckin’ foreplay first,’ she complained when he tried to enter her.

‘Why the fuck should I for a slapper like you?’ he argued.

‘Right, fuck you then!’ she yelled, attempting to push him off, but the man wasn’t having any of it.

For several seconds they fought on the bed with Cora trying to prise him away and shutting her legs tightly while the man pinned her down and tried to force her legs apart. Cora could feel him getting the better of her, so she clawed at his face.

He thumped her hand away and she yelled as her fingers began to throb. Ignoring the pain, she pummelled at his face, head and shoulders. The man pulled her hands away again then slapped her face till the stinging brought tears to her eyes. By now the idea of having sex with him had turned from a dream into a nightmare.

‘Get the fuck off me or I’ll scream rape!’ she shouted.

But she was too late; he was already aroused. ‘No, I fuckin’ won’t!’ he yelled. ‘That’s what you brought me here for, isn’t it?’

He put his hand over her mouth to stifle her screams while he managed to force her legs apart. She could tell he was enjoying this. When he entered her his fingers slipped down to her throat and pressed hard. As she struggled to push him off, his grip on her throat tightened and his eagerness intensified. Cora could feel him thrusting savagely and saw the look of exhilaration on his face; his eyes alive and his lips contorted into a wicked sneer.

At first, she continued trying to push him off, but she was pinned to the bed. She thrashed around, her legs kicking haphazardly and her fingers clawing at his face once again. He raised himself up, dodging her talons while his hands remained closed around her throat.

Cora wanted to yell for help, but