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  Copyright© 2015 Sam Crescent

  ISBN: 978-1-77233-243-8

  Cover Artist: Jay Aheer

  Editor: Karyn White

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  This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  PURE FILTH

  Sam Crescent

  Copyright © 2015

  Chapter One

  Rule one: No sex without a condom

  Rule two: No sleeping together

  Rule three: No kissing on the lips

  The pussy wrapped around James Smith’s cock wasn’t anything special. She was one in a long line of clients who knew exactly what they wanted and that he could give it to them, for the right price.

  “Yes, do it harder.”

  Gripping her hips, he pounded inside her, feeding all of his ten inches into her warm cunt. He wore a condom, but there was no mistaking how turned on she was. Mrs. Delores Johnson was his latest client, and she loved to pay for the entire weekend with him. His fee was large as he gave the best service imaginable. There were only three rules he lived by. He had his own separate room, which he’d use the moment Delores passed out. She was in her late fifties, but with all of her plastic surgery she looked a little younger. The woman still liked to fuck and paid his fee without complaint.

  “Fuck, yeah, baby, hit the spot.”

  Grinding his dick into her tight sheath, James reached around her to finger her swollen clit. Within seconds she drenched his cock. Slamming inside her twice more, he exploded into his condom, grunting out his response as sweat dotted his brow.

  He needed to check his cell phone when he finished cleaning her up. Delores liked to be taken care of after sex. She was too much of a lady to let anyone else touch her.

  Sliding out of her, he walked into the bathroom, removing the latex from his dick. He washed himself down, grabbing a small bowl with a washcloth inside.

  When he walked back into the room, Delores was waiting for him, smoking a cigarette.

  James was a male escort. He didn’t work for anyone, not anymore. When he’d squandered all of his father’s inheritance ten years ago, he had no choice but to work for someone else. He’d started at a young firm as one of their escorts, offering his dating service. James had never been good at dating. He’d been born with a silver spoon in his mouth. With nothing to his name, no money, no house, no car, just bankruptcy, he’d learned how to date. He’d treated all of the women who asked for his service with care and consideration, but over the months, he saw another guy, Tristan Pierce, make a huge name for himself. The only difference between them was Tristan fucked his clients.

  At the end of the week, James had seen his paycheck and happened to catch a glimpse of Tristan’s paycheck. The amount had been easily ten times more than what James picked up for taking women on dates. Offering Tristan a drink, James had made it his mission to find out exactly what the other man did.

  “I do whatever the woman asks me to. I’ve got limits, but they’re small limits. There are a lot of lonely women out there.”

  After a large drinking session, James had gone back to the corporation and requested he be put on the different service, the service that offered more. The following week he had been booked morning, noon, and night. He quickly forgot about Tristan living up the life. By the end of the first week, he had been able to find a decent apartment to rent within the city. The second week came, and James had realized he wanted more. If he was going to earn a shitload of money, he was going to offer it all.

  James became everything. He started a friendship with the woman who controlled the client list. The chart of demands and expectations had been her responsibility. She had told him what women were seeking—and not only were women demanding company but a select few men were as well.

  Over the next year, James had learned how to become a Dominant man within the bedroom. He’d learned everything he knew from an exclusive club known as Club Kink. The Doms in charge had taught him how to handle a whip, paddle, all of the toys for this kind of play. He’d loved it, relished it, and found a calling within him that he was in fact a Dom. James didn’t expect to get a submissive. His career choice wouldn’t be easy for anyone. He was paid to have sex with other women.

  He didn’t allow himself to go out with anyone but his clients. Working everyday he didn’t have much time of a social life, apart from his friends who hadn’t turned their back on him. David Edge was one of his best friends and knew what he did for a living. Not many of James’s friends knew, but David was his closest, and James had confided in him, especially when he bought his own home two years into working for someone else.

  “If you love it, you should consider going out on your own.”

  David’s words had stuck with him. Now, James worked alone. He didn’t ask anyone else to work for him, but he’d been approached by other escorts, male and female. His company had started up, Pure Filth. There was nothing dirty about him, but the moment he typed the words into his website, there was just something catchy about the name “Filth”. People looked at it. The word caught their eye, and after a week of no work while he set up his own business as a personal escort in everything, he was hooked. His slogan, “I have No Limits”, was just perfect for him.

  The second week, he’d gotten a call for work. In no time at all, he was filling the beds of lonely women—and men. James did everything. He took subs, and once even became a sub himself, which he never did again. There was no way he was answering to anyone else in the bedroom. Within two years he took on another two employees, escorts called Dan and Eliza. He’d hated employing Eliza and was going to refuse until she broke down and told him she didn’t have a choice. To him, with women escorts, he felt a little like a pimp, and he didn’t like that feeling. When he’d worked for other people, he saw many women break down because of what they did, not all, but some. He didn’t hate the job he did, but he also knew how dangerous it could be out there. He’d not worried about Dan because the other man had been upfront about loving the business and looking forward to earning. Eliza was more reserved.

  James didn’t know much about Eliza as she was always very private. At first, he’d paid careful attention to her to make sure nothing bad was happening with the clients. Over time, she begged him to stop treating her with kid gloves. She didn’t like or want the extra attention from him.

  Dan, Eliza, and himself had become friends over the years. He owned Pure Filth, but the other two were the closest friends, after David, that he could trust. All three of them had something to lose if anything happened to Pure Filth.

  They all played their part in Pure Filth, and Eliza made sure to run checks on most of their clients. She helped to organize his life, creating a well oiled machine.

  In the last seven years Pure Filth had built up with him taking most of the variety of clients. There was enough for his company of ten escorts. He was selective, and he was also wealthy once again. The difference between then and now was he cared more about the money he earned, and he took care of it. He didn’t spend it on lavish parties or fucking any woman he could throw a few dollars at. The women he fucked now, paid him a large fee.

  Pulling out of his thoughts, he wiped the folds of Delores’s pussy. Her husband was probably away with one of his many mistresses. James remembered the Johnsons from
when he was part of that circle. They were wealthy, disgustingly so.

  “Can I not lure you into my bed for the night?” Delores asked, running her hand down his naked chest.

  “I’ve got rules, baby.” He took her hand, pressing a kiss to her knuckles. “I don’t break those rules.”

  “Rules, pfft, they’re nothing. I’ll give you two thousand more for the night.”

  He shook his head. No amount of money would lure him into any woman’s bed. He had his own space, and no one else was going to break him. Three simple rules were all he lived by.

  Once he was done and Delores snored softly in the large bed, James dressed into his suit jacket, making his way toward his own room. Closing the door softly, he flicked the lock to assure his own privacy.

  Going to his phone, he checked through his messages. Eliza had gotten home safely, and the money she made had gone straight into his bank account. Tomorrow he’d wire it to her. Flicking through his messages, he saw three from three submissives who liked his brand of punishment. They owned a dungeon, but he always took the bag of toys he kept with their names on. The women were lawyers and business CEOs who liked to have the control taken from them in the bedroom. He owned a bag for each woman filled with toys for their special needs. Accepting their custom, he set a date over his cell, lining up his next week of clients.

  Once he finished with business, he took a long shower, washing all traces of the women from his body. Back in his bedroom, he saw a message was waiting for him on his cell phone. Picking it up, he saw David had left him a message.

  David: Just got engaged. You will be best man. I don’t care what you think.

  James chuckled. Where most had gotten rid of his number and all memory of him when his money was gone, David made sure he was still a friend. At least he had someone in his life.

  ****

  “You can’t stay a virgin forever,” Clara said, sitting beside her on the sofa.

  “What makes you think I’m a virgin?” Haley Ronald asked, wincing at her high-pitched voice. She hated this, the inquisition that Clara gave her every Friday night.

  “We made a pact out of high school that we’d tell each other when we lost our v-card.”

  “You didn’t last prom. It doesn’t count.” Clara had gotten laid prom night, losing it to the most popular boy in school. Haley, yeah, she was still a virgin at twenty-five years old, her larger than average figure repelling any chance of her getting a man or her even trusting a man enough to get naked with him. She’d had boyfriends, but none of them had been worth the stress of sleeping with. One of the guys she’d really liked, and even fallen in love with—Charles. He worked on Wall Street and was sweet, charming, and she’d fallen in love with him. They had dated for six months, and he hadn’t pressured her for sex.

  One night, she’d decided to surprise him only to find him fucking another woman in his apartment. She rubbed at her chest remembering the pain of what she’d witnessed. Charles had used her. Apparently she was family material, not fucking material. He wanted to use her to get further up the ladder, but he never actually wanted her.

  He’d been dumped, and she made a pact with herself to never allow love to rule her judgment. No men, no love, no sex, and she was happy with that.

  “Honey, you’re twenty-five years old. You work hard for your boss, and you spend your days baking for your neighbors.”

  “I like baking for my neighbors.”

  “You refuse to go out to nightclubs or to just let yourself go.”

  “I’m a virgin, Clara. I can’t do it. I just—I can’t trust anyone with myself.” Tears filled her eyes as she remembered the humiliation that Charles put her through.

  Clara pulled her into a hug. “I tell you, I’d castrate the bastard if it wouldn’t send me to prison. Bastard deserves to become another man’s bitch.”

  Wiping away her tears, she stared at her friend. Her lifetime friend. “Who would want to sleep with me? It’s—I can’t do it.”

  “Haley, you’re a gorgeous woman.”

  “I’m fat.”

  “No, you’re full and curvy. There are men out there who’d love to get their hands on you. We were in the Italian place, and ten men had their eyes on your ass. I tell you, they were imagining you naked.”

  “They weren’t. They were wondering if my ass was covered with cellulite.”

  Clara frowned. “Okay, you really don’t have a clue what men think about. I assure you, cellulite isn’t one of them. You’ve got to put yourself out there.”

  “I can’t do it. I can’t just sleep with anyone.”

  “I’m not telling you to just sleep with anyone. Damn, I hate that man.”

  “I’m happy not having sex. I don’t know what I’m missing out on.”

  “Exactly, you don’t know what you’re missing out on.” Clara threw her hands up in the air. “Do you want to have sex?”

  “This has to be the weirdest conversation we’ve ever had.”

  “Do you?” Clara asked.

  “Yes.”

  “Then, we’ll find a way.”

  Haley frowned as Clara grabbed her tablet from the coffee table.

  “What are you doing?”

  “The internet provides us with everything. There has to be a way for you to lose your v-card without the fear of being humiliated or expecting anything from you.”

  “Why is this so important to you?”

  “I saw the supply of dirty books in your closet, Haley. Someone who doesn’t want to have sex doesn’t read sex books.”

  “They’re good books.”

  “You want to have sex. I’m your best friend, and I tell you everything. I know what you want.”

  Haley couldn’t deny it. Sex intrigued her. She’d even started to watch the porn channel to see what all the fuss was about. Shame swamped her. She was a full grown woman, a virgin woman, and didn’t know what sex was like. It was pitiful. She couldn’t even bring herself to orgasm. Haley had tried, but nothing happened.

  She wasn’t doing it right.

  Maybe she was flawed. The first woman in the world who wouldn’t know sex if it hit her in the face.

  “What about an escort?” Clara asked, breaking into her thoughts.

  “A what?”

  “An escort. You know, you pay a guy for sex.”

  “That’s tacky.”

  “It’s necessary and perfect. He’s paid not to expect anything else. You pay him, you meet up, you have sex, your virginity is gone, and there’s no question about that when you date.”

  Clara handed her the tablet.

  “I don’t think so. I couldn’t afford something like this.”

  “You come from money, Haley. Your grandfather left you a pretty big inheritance because he knew your parents would try to force you into marriage.”

  That was true. She came from wealthy parents who only cared about money. Haley had gone home after high school graduation to find a man older than she was waiting for her. He was her fiancé, she’d been told. The man had been in his late thirties, a shipping tycoon or something like that. Horrified, she’d run. Her grandfather made sure she never had to worry about money again. She’d graduated high school, gone to college, and was now working as a secretary at Edge Industries.

  Her inheritance was large. She didn’t have to work at all if she didn’t want. Haley liked to work. She was nothing like her parents or her other siblings, who liked to organize parties, have facials, or do all the boring stuff.

  “Please, let me know you’ll consider it.”

  “I don’t know, Clara. I think I’d rather stay a virgin.” She stared down at the tablet, closing the screens down. “Here, I’ll figure something out.”

  “You’re really killing my buzz. Anyway, let’s watch this movie so I can pass out.”

  Chuckling, Haley picked up her wine glass. There was only soda in the glass, but Clara refused to let her drink from the can. Sipping at her soda, she watched the romance story unfold, wishing f
or something similar to happen in her own life.

  Men like that were not real. A man in real life wouldn’t lay his heart on the table or change just for a woman. She’d seen men, listened to them at work. They liked variety. She had even heard that some of the men in the office who were married, like to fuck the new temps. Haley hated them and had started to hate them being near her. The men at work were one of the reasons why she was still a virgin. They talked all the time about their latest conquests. She didn’t want to be the talk around a coffee machine.

  “Come on, Clara,” she said, helping her friend to her feet.

  “I love you, Haley.”

  She smiled. Clara had had one too many to drink. She stripped her friend down to her underwear, helping her into the bed.

  “I love you, too, Clara.”

  Leaving the bedroom, Haley left the door open in case Clara became ill throughout the night. She cleaned away their glasses, putting the empty wine bottle into the trash. Going into her room, she dressed for the night, but she still wasn’t tired.

  Cricking her neck, she pulled her own tablet out of the drawer beside her bed. Curiosity got the better of her. Were there real male escorts around?

  Typing in the words “male escort”, she was shocked by what came up. Scrolling through the titles, she winced, wishing she hadn’t done so. Blowing out a breath, she glanced across the room to see her lonely reflection.

  “I’m all alone. I’m a virgin all alone on Friday night. This is pitiful.”

  On a whim, she typed in “lonely woman looking for fun”. Scrunching up her nose she was about the close the window when two words caught her attention.

  “Pure Filth.” Hovering over the link, she shook her head. “No, it’s wrong.” Before she could stop herself she clicked on the link. “I have no limits.” Her body tingled all over. Something about those words struck a chord with her. No limits, it would mean no limits for virgins either.