Pure Filth

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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