I strode through the shadowed streets, neon haze slicing the mist. Kid leather gloves clutched my vicuña coat tight against the biting chill. Breath fogged in plumes. The city slept, even its lowlifes tucked away. Only a stray black cat crossed my path—a fleeting omen in the witching hour.
Urban stench clung: garbage rot, piss streams. No penthouse views here, just raw underbelly. Yet this thrilled my elite veins. Two weeks of obsession. Her silhouette haunted my silk-sheeted nights.
The Privilege
The rundown park emerged. Sparse grass, rusted swings. I slumped on a splintered bench, heart pounding. Removed my cashmere beanie. Stars mocked from above. I knew why. For her.
Wristwatch gleamed—Rolex Submariner. Time ticked. Decision crystallized. Stood, hopped to warm numb limbs. Vaulted the fence. Slid down gravel slope, stones skittering.
Bitumen below. Eyes adjusted to gloom under the bridge’s iron bulk. There she stood, pillar-shadowed. Crimson wool coat hugged curves. Black skirt hinted legs in sheer silk stockings. Red-soled Louboutins stabbed the ground. Scarf veiled lower face, porcelain skin glowed faint, raven hair cascaded.
Gravel crunched behind. She whipped around, startled. I yanked up my cashmere scarf. Anonymity key. Quick hand wave. Hesitant reply. Crossed into the void. Symbolism hung heavy.
Close now. She lowered scarf. Glossy crimson lips parted. Heavy makeup: smoky eyes, war paint bold. Perfume wafted—heavy oud, ripe peach, sugared sin.
Smile flashed. Small white teeth. Heart raced. ‘Hey handsome. Want to play?’
Frozen. Voice punched gut. Stared into painted eyes. Recognition? No.
Nodded slow. Silent.
‘Twenty euros, blowjob. Car for full? More.’ Smile returned.
No car. Peeled off glove. Crisp new twenties from private bank vault. Handed two. Pocketed swift.
‘Follow. Corner ahead.’ Turned, heels clicked asphalt. Nylon whispered. Peach-sugar trail lured.
Behind pylon. Hedge gap. Into abandoned yard. Derelict house loomed. Wooden outhouse beckoned. Key flashed. Padlock clicked. ‘My office.’ Laughed low.
Hesitated. Entered. Door slammed. Match scratched. Candle flickered. Clean shock: Persian rug scrap, velvet cushions, draped windows. Dry sanctuary.
Bag rummaged. Condom proffered. ‘Yours. Non-negotiable.’ Durex Elite, thin veil.
Stood rigid. First time nerves.
The Excess
‘Virgin, huh? Hurry.’ Coat shed. Black silk blouse clung. Nipples peaked fabric.
Advanced. Unzipped my coat. Yanked belt, button, fly. Hands brushed hers—electric. Pants, boxers to ankles. Flaccid exposure. Surréal in this velvet den.
Dropped condom. Her fingers coaxed. Warm, sure. Stood face-to-face, shaft stirring.
Hands on her waist. Slight recoil. Ignored. Hardened full.
Condom ready. Cushion knelt. Lips met tip. Heat seared latex chill.
Slow engulf. Red lips advanced, tongue swirled. Swelled inside.
Full depth. Recede, lipstick smear obscene. Tongue danced frenetic. Balls cupped, nails grazed.
Wet slurps echoed. Pushed her head. No protest. Hips thrust. Nose to pubis.
Sweat beaded under scarf. Room steamed. Paused for air. Eyes up, makeup smeared, saliva gloss. Smiled genuine. Beautiful filth.
Neck pressed. Resumed furious. Climax built. Thighs quaked. Balls tightened.
Pumped savage. Exploded. Jets filled latex. Groaned deep. World blanked. Pure release.
She held still. Withdrew. Reality crashed. Avoided eyes. Discarded spent rubber—red streaks, white globs.
Mouchoirs tendered. Wiped. Legs chilled. Stumbled to bin. Dressed hasty.
She turned back, coat on, mirror-fixed makeup. Waved out dismissively.
Lingered. Craved glance. None. Exited to frost night. Secret sealed in shadows. Back to my glass towers, untouched.
