Dirty Bad Strangers by Jade West Page B

don’t know me, Jason... I’m not like you imagine... I’m not... um...”
    A moose? “Not what?”
    “I don’t look anything like the girl on those photos... I’m not... thin...”
    “It’s you I want, not the girl on those crappy photos.”
    “Maybe I should send you a picture...” The trepidation in her voice was intoxicating. She was intoxicating. Nervous, and excited and real . So real.
    “I don’t need a picture, dirty girl. I need you .” Months of tension bubbled over. “When can I see you? I need to see you, Gemma.”
    “Not tonight...I’m still working.” I heard her padding across a hard floor, rustling some papers. “I have a flatmate, just checking her timetable.”
    “You want me to come to you?”
    Her answer was instant. “Yes. It’s what I always imagined...”
    “And you really want to be blindfolded?”
    “My name was a lie, but that was all. Everything else is real... they are all my fantasies...” I listened to her pacing. “This is so crazy...”
    My mouth was dry as sandpaper. “It’s not crazy.”
    “Please don’t be a bloody psycho,” she groaned. “That would seriously, seriously suck.”
    “You know I’m not.”
    She resumed the rustling. “...Bloody Tessa and her scrawly writing... how about, um... Thursday... or Tuesday... or... tomorrow?”
    “Tomorrow.”
    My perfect Lucy, Gemma , laughed, and it was the most beautiful sound. “Ok, Mr Keen. She’s working from midday... how about 1pm?”
    “I’ll be there. How long do I have?”
    “Tess is working til late, but I have pole fitness at six.”
    “I’ll be out by four... that should do us fine, this first time.”
    “First time? You seem pretty sure we’ll be doing it again,” she teased.
    “We’ll be doing it again.” I let my words hang in the air. “I meant what I said, Gemma, I want you on your knees waiting for me, blindfolded and ready.”
    A hitch of her breath. “ Yes .”
    “Nothing crazy first time. Just you, and me.”
    “I’ll be ready.” She paused, but I didn’t fill the silence. “What do you look like? I mean, I’ll never see you... I just wondered... just so I know... I know it’s silly, I just...”
    “I’m just over six foot, athletic, dark hair... longish...”
    “Big cock?” A nervous giggle.
    “I don’t think you’ll be disappointed...”
    Her laughter was contagious. “Tall, dark, athletic with a twelve inch cock... just like every other one of my callers.”
    “Please tell me you’re joking? They don’t really come out with that twelve inch shit?”
    “All the time. I’m practically a counselling service for guys too huge to get a girlfriend,” she giggled again. “So, in real life you’re a cuddly, blonde trucker?”
    “With a tiny dick, yeah,” I laughed. “You’ll find out soon enough.”
    “You have sat nav?”
    “Yes.”
    “I’ll text you my postcode. It’s easier to drive here than get the tube, we’re right out on the edge of Blackfriars, in Bay Street, there are two flats above a sandwich shop, ours is the first, number ten. The shop has parking behind and it’ll be empty on a Sunday, you can come in the back way.”
    “I like the back way,” I smirked.
    I heard the trill of another phone. “Shit, I have to go, callers to jack off.”
    The thought made me strangely jealous. “I’ll see you tomorrow, dirty girl.”
    “More than I’ll see of you,” she said. “Goodnight, Jason.”
    It would be now.
     
    ***
     
    Gemma
     
    Crazy, crazy, crazy. Not just crazy. Insane. Certifiable. Stark raving bloody mad.
    Still I text him my postcode, still I wandered through my bedroom and browsed the contents of my wardrobe between calls, and still I brought myself off over and over again until I was a tired mess. Sleep didn’t find me easy, though — not even when the calls died down at four a.m.
    Practicalities bashed around my head. Practicalities and nerves. What if he turned up with an axe and hacked me into tiny pieces in my own