Undercover: The Adventures of a Real Life Gigolo. Luke Bradbury

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      Sasha pulled herself across the bed towards me and nuzzled my neck, and then we kissed and I could taste the champagne sweetness on her lips and in her mouth. The flute slipped out of my hand. I held her in my arms and savoured her sculpted athletic plains and then laid her down on the bed and rammed into her. Hard into hard. Chloe stretched herself alongside us and watched as she stroked her girlfriend’s arm.

      ‘Sash…’ she breathed.

      As I rode her, Sasha turned her head towards Chloe, and her face was lost behind the blonde curtain of her lover’s hair as they kissed. When I relaxed into Sasha’s arms, Chloe in turn twisted a lock of hair behind her ear and turned her profile to me, and our lips met and my tongue entered her mouth even as I remained inside Sasha.

      I felt my way. My right hand journeyed across Chloe’s soft belly and slipped around the curve of her waist. My left hand cradled the weight of Sasha’s right breast, and then swept up to her neck where I let my thumb stroke her throat. Her head was stretched back deep into the pillow, and I could have sworn she purred.

      Nothing was said. As I drew myself away from Sasha, Chloe’s hand pushed into my chest and forced me onto my back. I’d barely had a chance to work out where she was going with this before her clasped hands ran a condom down my cock and I willed myself not to come just yet, and she straddled me. Sasha’s hands gripped my jaw, and she thrust her tongue into my mouth.

      Chloe orgasmed first, her back arching and both her hands clawed into the back of my legs, my own hands clasping her breasts as she leaned back with the ecstasy and screeched into the night.

      Chloe caught her breath and threw Sasha an evil leer and they immediately swapped places. Chloe’s melting softness and Sasha’s angular beauty had fluidly become one and my body could no longer tell the difference. Or wanted to. My nervousness had long fled and the newness of sleeping with two girls together had fallen away. My eyes were wide open and I was completely awake, not believing my fucking luck. Sasha and I climaxed simultaneously.

      We took a breather, but the bottle of champagne was almost empty. Chloe climbed off the bed: ‘It’s okay. I’ll go and get some more. I’ll refill the ice bucket too,’ she said, picking it up and swishing it round. ‘It’s all water.’

      She left the room. Sasha got off the bed and busied herself collecting our glasses from around the room and placed them on a scarlet lacquered chest of drawers ready for Chloe’s return. I kept quiet and observed her, presuming things would get going again then too.

      Sasha turned and looked directly at me.

      ‘Come here, Luke.’ It was a gentle request but it took me unawares. Yet I found myself standing as she spoke. I stepped towards her, mesmerised.

       She’s truly stunning.

      I stood there and let her hands play over my chest, exploring. Her fingers traced a trail of pleasure. I stroked her fringe away from her forehead and kissed it, and she leaned back her head and I kissed her mouth and she kissed right back.

      ‘Hey, you two.’ Chloe’s words bit into the moment as she entered the bedroom and set the ice bucket down.

      I turned on my heel taking Sasha with me, so both of us were now facing Chloe. My arms were wrapped around Sasha’s waist, and my chin nestled on her shoulder. Chloe’s face was lit up, and she was holding out two filled champagne flutes. We both took one.

      ‘Thanks,’ we said.

      Chloe picked hers up, and we raised our glasses.

      ‘To one hell of a night!’ I grinned.

      ‘I know what I want to do next,’ giggled Chloe.

      ‘Yeah, do it,’ nodded Sasha beside me. ‘You’ve always wanted to.’

      I sensed a conspiracy. I turned my head to look at Sasha, who looked full of deep warmth for her girlfriend. I looked back at Chloe. She looked even more of a dream.

      ‘’What is it?’

      The night had turned and I felt up for anything.

      Sasha unlinked herself from me and went to the curtain and began pulling at its cord even as Chloe spoke.

      ‘I’ve always wanted to make love to a man on the balcony, looking at the bridge and the river.’

      ‘Consider it done. And Sasha? You want it too?’

      She unlocked the glass door and opened it. The blast of cold air was refreshing against the bedroom’s closed-in warmth.

      ‘No, I’m just happy to watch. It’s more Chloe’s fantasy than mine.’

       Fantasy? Okay, I’ll give her fantasy.

      I took Chloe in my arms, and lifted her up so I was cradling her.

      She squealed. ‘What are you doing? Put me down!’

      ‘I’m carrying you over the threshold, of course. We’ve got to do this right.’

      I stepped out onto the balcony, and the dark and the view hit me.

      ‘Wow.’

      Chloe was looking up at me with her back to the river but she knew what I must be seeing.

      ‘It’s amazing, isn’t it?’

      Tower Bridge was edged in lights, and through it you could see the glint of the river and the city’s lights beyond the water’s edge. I set Chloe down, and she leaned against the wall beside me and together we peered upstream. I looked over the balcony. God, it was a long way down.

      Sasha hovered by the door with her glass in her hand.

      I nestled closer to Chloe and put an arm around her. She turned her head and kissed my shoulder, and I ran my fingers through her hair and we embraced. The pair of us shifted away from the full glare of the bedroom to the subdued corner of the balcony closest to the bridge. It loomed before me as I entered her. Nothing but the two of us in its shadow. And as I kissed the curved length of Chloe’s neck I watched beyond the strands of her hair, the bridge’s pair of pale stone towers, each topped by a hard gold tip that glinted in the night.

      My focus shifted with my quickening rhythm to the guns jutting out of HMS Belfast’s shadowed hulk in the waters just beyond the bridge. They had the range of London’s suburbs. I gave Chloe my full force. My cartridge spent, I collapsed against her.

       And farewell Uxbridge.

      We buried ourselves in each other, holding on until each had regained their breath. The chill air was balm on our hot skin. Sasha had already wrapped up, and handed us each a warmed bathrobe.

      ‘God, you look like two boxers after a round. Get those on and come in.’

      I put mine on, and helped Chloe on with hers. She looked up at me with a Cheshire Cat grin as I gave her myself as an extra layer. As we stepped back inside, I took one last look along the river as far as the eye could see. Far to the east in what for me were uncharted waters, there was a slither of red.

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