"Chandler, you always know what I need."

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(Mature content)

The streets of London were still reasonably busy, even in the midnight hours as Jack's car made its way to his penthouse. Since their adventures together at the Travelco, they hadn't really spoken. Neither one had said it out loud, but something between them had changed.

Jack's thoughts replayed at how Dexter seemed so confident, how he watched him at his craft. How Jack dared to venture into that world. He had enjoyed watching the other man's pleasure at the hands of his friend. He had been so turned on when he was being watched by Dexter. Knowing that he was just as much of a thrill to the onlooker.

"Pull over. Drop me off here." Dexter suddenly says, his voice bringing Jack back from his train of thought.

He glances at Dexter in the passenger seat, who was in the process of spraying some breath freshner into his mouth. "Pull over? Why?" He questions. Had he done something wrong? Maybe he should have tried to talk about things.

"I'm meeting another client in ten minutes... a woman." Dexter reveals. He didn't know why he had to divulge the extra information. Perhaps he was testing Jack's waters a little. He now looks at Jack, just looking out at the street lit road ahead of him. The neon lights picking up the auben flecks in his hair every so often. "Do, do you want to..."

"No." Jack is quick to reply. He takes a quick look at Dexter, just a brief glance before looking back at the road ahead. Maybe the word came out a little harsher than intended. "I mean, I'm tired." He tries to suppress a sigh as he feels his shoulders slump as his hands grasp a hold of the wheel a bit tighter.

Dexter pulls his lower lip into his mouth in thought before asking. "If I were meeting a guy, would you come then?"

Jack goes tight lipped. Would it have made a difference in that moment? It didn't matter to Jack earlier that evening. "I'm just tired Dex. That's all." He repeats. It was true that he was exhausted, but there was something else bothering him. That is what he needed to figure out.

"You don't have my stamina I see." Dexter tries to make light of the situation, but even his attempt at cutting through the tense atmosphere was proving fruitless. He looks back out of his window, seeing the bar he needed to be at. "Just drop me here." He says, his voice sounding a little cold, even to his own ears.

The car slows and pulls over and Jack half expects Dexter to turn to him. To at least acknowledge him before his departure, but all Dexter does is undo his seat belt, pull the door handle open and get out. The door slams behind him, making the car wobble and causes a ringing in Jack's ears. He watches as Dexter heads to the bar's entrance, waiting for him to turn around. Just a glance, even if it were for only a second, but he just heads for the door.

Jack takes Dexter's actions out on the accelerator as his wheels skid on the road's surface as he pulls away. Only now does Dexter turn around to see Jack leave. He knew something was off between them. He could feel it too, but he just couldn't put his finger on it.

He heads into the bar, a high end establishment. Dexter pulls his phone from his jacket pocket to check the details once again. 'Samantha,' One of his regulars. He looks along the line of the bar to see someone who vaguely matches the description. On paper she claimed to be 29, but the woman looked like she was at least 40. He closes his eyes, composing himself, getting his game face on and then, he is walking her way.

Their eyes meet. She seems calm. In control as she takes her glass of red wine to her lips. A businesswoman, in need of a de-stress from all the deadlines and long hours. "Chandler." She says as she rests the rim of the glass on her bottom lip. She emits a smile, her eyes not once wavering from his.

"Samantha." he replies, leaning a little on the bar as he stands next to her.

"A whisky for the gentleman." She raises a finger at the bartender, who gets to work straight away with her request.

"Thanks." Dexter nods in recognition at the man behind the bar as he takes his drink to his lips. He looks back at the lady. Her legs crossed as she sat on a high stool, with the foot over top circling, making her black stiletto almost fall off. "How have you been?" He asks, was he really interested? No, but regulars like her wanted to feel like they were special, as if they had something over the other clients with whom he liaised with.

"You wouldn't believe the lengths I had to go to, to secure the Saudi deal today. I'm exhausted!" She sees the guy smile at her words. She puts down her glass on the coaster on the bar, putting a hand on Dexter's cheek, brushing her thumb over his slightly stubbled skin. "Of course you wouldn't. Your life is so simple." She chuckles as she removes her hand, picking up her glass and taking another sip of red.

Dexter forces a smile at the arrogance of the woman, reminding him of his place. He pushes his natural urges to curse in her face as he steps forwards, leaning close enough to whisper in her ear. "But that's why you called me, right Samantha? You know what you get with me...Plain and simple." He pulls his head back just enough to catch the look in her eyes. He could see how he made her feel. Sexy, beautiful, desired. All she ever wanted. He brushes a hand up the contours of her waist.

"Chandler, you always know what I need." She leans forwards, placing a kiss on Dexter's cheek before leaving her drink alone as Dexter takes her by the hand...

***

She gets pushed against the wall, with nothing but the dull street lamp shining on them as Dexter leans in and passionately kisses her. This was how she liked it. No posh hotel, no five star suite. Just a dirty side alley, along with the rats and litter of the city. She had told him a time before that she needed it. To feel deprived, to feel like a cheap whore. It turned her on. "Such a thrill don't you think?" She had laughed.

Dexter had just gone with it. He had bedded people in all kinds of places, he didn't usually care, but tonight, he just felt like his game was off. The cold felt biting, all Dexter could think about was Jack, back at the penthouse in his warm king size bed.

He tries to stay focused, as he begins to pull up the hem of the woman's dress. It rides up her thighs as his fingers find their way into her underwear. Her pussy is warm and wet. He glides his middle finger inbetween her folds, easily locating her throbbing clit as he begins to rub and create tiny circles over her precious bud.

She pushes her sex forwards, trying to meet those talented fingers as her hands weave into the back of Dexter's head of hair. They continue to kiss, tongues deep.

The lady breaks away from the kiss as her head rolls back, hitting the dirty brick wall. Dexter continues to use his skilled fingers inside her underwear. She was getting wetter as Dexter pushes two fingers inside as the pad of his thumb carries on circling her clit.

"Baby...oh yes baby boy. I'm cumming, I'm cumming...give it to mummy ahhh, ahhh." Her voice becomes breathy and high pitched as she comes undone over his fingers. Dexter feels the walls of her vagina spasm and clench around his fingers as she climaxes. He keeps them there until the tightening hold on his head relaxes a little.

He slowly removes his wet fingers from inside her damp underwear as he looks the woman in the eyes. She looks happy, content, but Dexter knows his work is far from done.

She now removes a hand from the back of Dexter's head. "You deserve a reward, my handsome boy." She coos as she feels between his legs.

"Don't." Dexter suddenly says as he finds his body flinching at her touch. He didn't usually react this way. He is even a little surprised himself.

"What? What is this?" The woman says with mild amusement. "You don't want me on my knees for you tonight?" She pouts as she tips her head to one side. She reaches forwards once again, too fast this time for Dexter to anticipate it.

"I said don't!" Dexter says once again, but it's too late. She knows. Her face slowly smiles, then she laughs. But it wasn't one of amusement. It was one of humiliation on his part. "Oh dear oh dear Mr Chandler. I thought we had something special." She jests as she pushes him back. "I will be asking for my money back."

Dexter doesn't know what to say. It had never happened before. He looks down at himself in the dim light. He was totally flaccid. He knew he had fucked up. He knew he would not see this client again. So now he doesn't hold back.

He looks back at the woman, pinning her against the wall. It makes her hitch a breath in surprise. He once again leans in to whisper in her ear. "I guess stuck up bitches are not my type. How about you go fuck yourself."