Please, Damian.

I have not had sex in a week, and while that would usually result in something of a frantic hunt for the next lay, I cant help the nagging feeling that meeting her again - one last time in her own words - is a bloody good waste of my time. What is it with this woman? Shes high-powered, inhabits a world full of powerful men and is a bit of a sex symbol if Im really honest. Weve been fucking on and off for the last year, in between school holidays, which she invariably spends with the husband in the south of France. Late mid-week nights are her favourite; after she nishes at her high-powered job in her highpowered ofce in the City, I get the call. By get, I mean got. Past tense. It got boring pretty quickly. I mean, dont get me wrong, I love the idea of bofng one of the countrys most famous women, and a sex symbol at that, but her antics just would not stop. The problem with powerful women? Theyre used to the power. It goes straight to their perfectlyAdventures of Damian Gold | Luke Bozier

quaffed hair. Runs right from their perfectly tting Louboutins, via their perfectly arse-caressing La Perla underwear, up the female spine to her selfentitled ego. Being able to boss everyone else around means she thinks she can boss you around too. Well, I am not a toy. It doesnt say pull here for ego boost anywhere near my manhood. I was a booty-call for enough women in my twenties to have thoroughly gotten over that most potent drug: being desired. Ive seen the god Im so horny, semidesperate, hidden-by-the-female-ego, please, Damian take me home and make me come look as many times as any man could wish for. Been there, done that, bought the souvenir stick of rock. Im 36 years old; it might have been fun at 22, or 28, but as much as I like to indulge, I am bored. Powerful women are nothing but a short-term ego x, as far as it goes. Or at least thats what they used to be. Im not wanting in the power department. I love my job, thank you very much, and I dont need a woman with her very own global business, department to manage, constituency, or brigade of soldiers to boss around, to back up my self-esteem. Oh no, give me an ofce receptionist or a S t a r b u c k s b a r i s t a a n y d a y. Ke e p y o u r businesswomen and celebrities. I havent got the
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time for their demands, I am not impressed with their job titles and I dont do as Im told. Just look at the text message she sent me yesterday: Look you bastard, you dont just walk away from me. You dont just leave me high and dry like this. Do you know who I am? How rude. Although she did send a slightly more conciliatory follow-on text this morning: Please, Damian. Please. Just one last time? On your terms. N. What am I to do with that, give in and let N get her kicks one last time? I told her last month that it was off, I was out. I no longer had the patience for her booty-calls, and I hated being a bit on the side. Her husband disgusts me; the idea of putting my cock where his has been inspires something close to a wretch or a gag. Ive been ignoring her calls and messages ever since the last time, but the pleading is getting tiresome. I want her to leave me alone. Im tempted to just give it to her; give her what she wants; satisfy her shallow lust one last time. Get her off my back. Get her off my cock. Get her off my fucking Blackberry! I owe you nothing. My terms? You sure you want to go there? If so, meet me for a coffee at our usual

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spot at 6 tonight and well see where it goes. D. I re off on my Blackberry Bold. Immediately I feel a sense of mischief overcoming me. I am usually so, so nice to the women I have entanglements with. I mean after all, its rarely just for the sex. I am addicted to the company of women. I love them. Give me a woman and a bottle of wine and I can sit and talk all night. Sit and listen even. Goodness. But on this occasion, Ive no such intention. I was fully aware that the high-powered job of hers didnt have all that many demands on her this week, and if Im not mistaken she did mention in one of her many messages that she was ying to Nice or Geneva or Milan tomorrow. So I can t her in at 6, be done with her by 7, 7.30 at the latest. Then I can clean up and head to dinner with John. Theres a pretty juicy meeting tomorrow for which I have to be exceptionally well prepared. By prepared, I mean I will try as hard as I possibly can to resist the hangover from the no doubt many martinis I will drink with John later on. Fine. Good. Your terms. See you there sexy. She writes back instantly. Sexy? Ugh, dont make me sick. I discard the remainder of my sushi and make my way back to the ofce by foot. Through the
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church - St Jamess on Piccadilly, my favourite church in London - left, a hundred paces down Jermyn Street, and right onto Babmaes Street, a little known but wonderful location smack bang in the middle of everything. Kristen, do you have that report on Armenia to hand. The Economist one weve paid a small fortune for? Yes, shall I send it to your Blackberry? Can I have a hard copy too before I leave the ofce? Also were you able to get that reservation for me for tonight? Of course I was, what do you take me for? 8pm, Cecconis. Your favourite table - the one by the window. I made sure they knew it was you coming. All the money you spend in that place, theyd probably go bust if you found a new favourite restaurant. Thank you, you are amazing. I really ought to take you there some time. Kristen Cater is my private assistant, both for professional and personal matters. She is au fait with just about everything that goes on in my life. She is, for want of a better phrase - maybe the French have a better phrase - kept abreast of developments. She runs my ofce, ensures that I
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catch my ights on time, gets the best restaurant reservations in London and stops me - at least she tries to stop me - from entering into relationships with inappropriate women. Yes you really should. Well its my birthday in two weeks. Ill just put that out there and let you think about it. Im seeing Natasha this evening, before dinner. What?! I thought you were rid of her. Would that I were Kristen, would that I were. This is my last ditch attempt to nally get shot of her. Poor woman needs to nd a new sex toy to play with. I saw her on the cover of Forbes last week in, of all places, JFK airport - looking pretty smug. Smugs the least of her worries. Shes pretty sexy but its her attitude thats the problem. And her husband. Oh and not to forget the job. You might have to get a restraining order. Dont you worry, I have a very good idea as to how I might restrain her. Believe me, after this evening I doubt shell ever want to see me again. Really now? How many times have I heard that before? Im deadly serious! I have new projects coming up, and Im almost 40. I need to
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concentrate. I cant be somebodys piece of uff for much longer. Just somebodys? Try half of London. And you are 36 Mr., nowhere near 40. Youre just jealous. Jesus that is a nice skirt, did I mention that? My experimental week-long sexual sobriety only went so far in keeping my sex drive in check; in fact it pushed my sex drive in precisely the opposite direction, just making me even more horny, even more attuned to the female gure. Only for the fth time today. Perv. With this Kristens beam lit up her face. We have something of an understanding. I get to ogle her nely attired bottom so long as I continue to pay her the salary she requires to buy the Hugo Boss skirts and Louboutin shoes she wears around the ofce. I can just about see the ends of her legs peering out from behind the wall that separates our ofces. Its enough to wind me up in an employment tribunal. I love her really; she and I go way, way back. No, not in that way. God I love those shoes. John, we are on for tonight as planned. Ill be at Cecconis from 8, no doubt with a martini in my hand from 8.03.

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Alright my friend, Ill stroll up from the ofce. Im looking forward to it! It feels like ages. Blared John on the speakerphone. John Berger and I go back nearly twenty years to Cambridge. We both read Classics, but while I was beavering away at my PhD in America, John was starting up a career at the Foreign Ofce. Her Majestys nest. We cross paths now and then with our respective lines of work, but mostly we get together informally each month to compare notes on our respective lives, usually over good food and strong drinks. Hes just had his second child, poor sod, no wonder hes so eager for a drink. It certainly has. Im looking forward too. See you at 8. So have you had any more information on this Armenia job yet? Kristen shouted through the hole between our adjoining ofces. No, its really weird. Im going to speak to John about it tonight. He was the FOs desk ofcer for Armenia years back. At the very least hell be able to give me the low-down on where to stay, eat etc. Theyll most likely make arrangements for your accommodation. Ive sent them a roster of your

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fees and expectations for travel, Im just waiting to hear back now. Bloody hell, and they want me there for Friday morning? Tomorrows Wednesday. How long does it take to y there? To get there in time you would have to be on the 1.30pm ight on Thursday. 1.30pm leaving? What time does it land in Yerevan? 4am Friday. Aeroot. Its literally the only option on the commercial market. Oh yippy, Aeroot. At least their ight attendants are hot. I love Russian women. Kristen gives me that look. That look that screams theyre not just arses and legs you know. Although I know she nds this all highly amusing. In all seriousness though, half a day in the company of Russias national airline is not my idea of a great time. Oh stop whinging, youll be back in no time. It makes a break from Greece and Lebanon anyway. Plus if you get this, the retainer alone would cover my entire salary. Good point well made Miss Cater, Im well aware of what your salary is costing me. Im worth every penny, I think youll nd. Indeed you are.
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I thought you were meeting that witch tonight? Hadnt you better be on your way if youre supposed to be meeting John at Cecconis at 8? Yes my dear, I was just nishing up a few things. Ill be on my way in a sec. What are you up to this evening? I have a baby to attend to. Youll have to have at least one drink for me. I dont know how you look after a two year old, look after me and still retain that gure of yours. No, no, youve got it all wrong. Running around after all the needy men in my life is what keeps me t, dear. Needy?! Behave. Right Im off. Have a nice evening and see you bright and early. Say hi to Miss Entrepreneur of the Century for me. Leaving Babmaes Street, its a matter of thirty seconds before I cross Piccadilly Circus and take a left up Regent Street. Ive always had a thing for sex in public places. No, not in the middle of the street. You know the kind of spots: parks, planes, trains, restaurant bathrooms. One of my most abiding sexual memories takes places in Geneva a few years back.
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The grounds of the World Trade Organisation, which also happens to be host to one of Switzerlands best universities. Well, I was in Geneva visiting a student friend, Katie, a sexy-but-nuts little thing. Skinny, brunette, petite. Clever. She thinks she challenges me but Im not so sure. Anyway, there we were after a few drinks, walking through the grounds of the WTO along the lake. Katie was a very naughty girl and she gave me no choice but to take her there and then, on international territory. It was an exciting - if extremely risky - fumble in supremely well-kept gardens. Approaching Starbucks on Conduit Street, I can already see Natashas quaffed brunette locks. She looks all business in her two-piece and heels. I can tell even through the glass wall that shes bossing the barista around. Hello you. I interrupt her, stopping her berating the poor Eastern European soul serving her triple shot soy latte. Oh Damian, nally. Im so glad to see you. Im going to nd us a table, see you in a minute. Find one downstairs. Ok, sure. Make mine a decaf single espresso please, Erika. Thanks.
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So listen Natasha, Im not sure you fully got the point when I spoke to you last. I no longer wish for this arrangement to continue. I just dont have the time or the inclination to be honest. Why so serious all of a sudden? I thought you sounded pretty conciliatory in your text earlier. Not really, I think that was what you wanted to hear. Oh. How are the kids? And David? Davids ne, hes talking about coming back from tax exile and taking up a seat in the Lords. Kids are kids as usual. You know. Not really. Anyway, cant we just go and crack open a bottle of wine and go back to mine? Im afraid not. I have a dinner appointment in two hours. Two hours is plenty of time! Natasha, Im not your sexual yo-yo. My cock doesnt answer to your whims, despite both your persuasiveness and pervasiveness. But, And you really need to leave me in peace after this. This?
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Yes, we are going to have sex. On my terms, as I said in my message. What are you talking about Damian? Here. Now. We are going to have sex for the last time. At a fucking Starbucks? I dont think so. At this I get up to leave. I go to put on my Ermenegildo Zegna tweed jacket, the one that makes me look like a sexy teacher. Well, adieu then. No look wait, sit down. Okay. Just tell me what you want me to do. You do realise this could get me in a lot of trouble dont you? Im the CEO of a public company you realise? You begged me. This is what you wanted. There is a lockable private bathroom just around that corner. It should be ours for 15, 20 minutes before somebody really disturbs us. The door is sound-proofed and its noisy here so we wont be heard. Heard?! Jesus Christ, Damian. I fucking hate you sometimes. Please, Damian, not like this. Ill go in rst, you come second, knock four times and Ill let you in. Knock. Knock. Knock ... Knock. Come in, quickly. How ... romantic.
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At this I push Natasha against the wall, into the corner of the bathroom. Her back is to the wall, my hand is gripping her chin and jaw. How about you shut up for ve minutes? Ok, I... Shut. Up. Despite her annoying nature, there is something animal about having sex with this powerful woman. My body responds to her. I hate her but I want her. Still gripping her face, my teeth clench her bottom lip. My right hand is nding its way up her inner thigh, my forenger tip-toeing past her garter belt, La Perla no doubt. Youll do everything I tell you, ok? Or I walk out of here and leave you even more unsatised than you were half an hour ago. Okay, as you wish. Turn around. Cross your forearms with that bar or pipe in between your wrists. There is a oorto-ceiling pole some two or three inches from the wall. It looks like a pipe, though it isnt hot. Done, what now? Good. With this I stand back and undo the dark blue skinny Hermes tie that has been sitting around my neck all day. I entwine the beautiful piece of silk around her wrists and the pipe. I tie it

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tight. Very tight, with a triple not. There goes a good tie. Now. You are to remain very quiet for the next ten minutes, do you understand? Yes. Natasha is too tall on her heels, so they are the rst things to go. She is a few inches shorter than me without them, perfect penetration height. After placing her shoes on top of the closed toilet, I continue to undress her, the side zip on her ridiculously expensive skirt the next thing to go. The skirt slides down her long legs and rests at her ankles. Her bottom is something to behold. Betongue... Bethwack. Oh yes, bethwack. A naughty girl needs her bottom spanked. But not now. Continuing in my quest, I slide Natashas black thong down, over her stockings, to the same place her skirt is resting. Despite her resistance to this public bathroom encounter, the evidence in her underwear is of unadulterated arousal. The sight of ample wetness arouses me. Black underwear on women is wonderful if only for that very moment when the contents of her arousal leaves its highly visible mark. Im tempted to put my nger inside, just to make sure, but I resist. I have other plans.

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I reach into my pocket and remove a condom and the tube of KY Jelly I lifted out of my drawer at work an hour ago. What the fuck is that for? I think youll nd Im wet enough as it is. Didnt I tell you to be quiet? Youre just going to have to trust me on this one. Stay still, and do not scream. I undo my dark blue jeans and let them fall down to my knees. I have no underwear. I never wear underwear, Ive never seen the point, it just makes me uncomfortable. My brutally stiff penis is urging me to put it into action, and I coat it with the condom and an ample dose of KY Jelly. I part her legs. If I stood back her legs would look like a protractor, one of those things you use to draw angles at school. I part her arse cheeks and begin to slowly push the head of my stiff member into Natashas cherry red anus. Oh my god, I told you I hated anal sex. You never let me do it to you, how would you know you hated it? Just try to relax and you will enjoy it. Her sphincter was extremely tight, and squeezing my shaft, but the KY allowed me to get something of a thrusting motion going. I used all of
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my length, each thrust met by a low-frequency groan deep in Natashas chest. The odd verbal ooh gave me the signal that she was enjoying it. As was I for that matter, although anal sex at the best of times is hard to enjoy; the tightness and lack of natural moisture a distinct drawback over traditional intercourse. It didnt take long for Natasha to get into it. After just a few minutes she let out, in a gasp of excitement, Im actually coming, oh god. Her verbal warning matched the tightening motion I could feel from her arse. Come quietly, for goodness sake. Was my response. With two ngers I reached around and placed them her mouth to create a sort of makeshift gag, but it felt crude. As her orgasm ensued, I became acutely aware of the ten or fteen people sitting just feet from us sipping their lattes and americanos, blissfully unaware that a globally famous businesswoman was on the other side of the wall. Not just any businesswoman, but Natasha, Forbes cover girl, sultry brunette, thorn in the side of male hedge fund owners the world over. And not just any wall, a bathroom wall hiding the most salacious secret.

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Her bottom was gyrating and she was sucking my ngers in a crescendo that took her to a climax she couldnt possibly forget in a hurry. This would be some send off. I slowly withdrew my now semierect penis and pulled up my jeans, deciding against allowing myself to come this time, in this place. What have you done to me? Does that mean youve learned your lesson then? What lesson? That youre an arrogant bastard who thinks he can do whatever he wants with women? She was by now sitting on the oor of the bathroom, her wrists above her head twisted around the pipe with my piece of blue silk. I didnt hear you complaining. I know you enjoyed that. No, what I meant was that if you continue to bother me, I am going to fuck you in the arse so hard that you wont be able to walk, let alone strut around Wall Street in those Louboutins. Do you understand? Fuck off Damian. I hate you. Youre lucky I let you fuck me. A million men would kill to be in your shoes, and theyd appreciate it. Please, be my guest. Let one of them swap places with me. I need you out of my life.

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What, I should just stop being sexually attracted to you, is that it? Just because you say so? Feel whatever you want, just stop contacting me. You are currently tied to a pipe in a Starbucks bathroom in central London. You are half naked and have just been fucked. I could walk out of here right now and let someone else come and nd you. Would you like that? You wouldnt dare. If you dont promise to stop calling, texting and demanding sex from me, that is exactly what Im going to do. Your perfectly formed arse will be all over the national press this time tomorrow. ... The arrogance in Natashas face was replaced with a look of slight - if hidden - panic when the coin dropped. She was stuck just where I wanted her and she knew it, even if she didnt want to show it. Checkmate. Ok, look, ne. Whatever you want. Just get me out of this. You promise to leave me alone? Yes. I promise. I tuck in my shirt, wash my hands and put my Zegna jacket back on. I take my Blackberry out of my pocket, open the camera app and point it at the

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semi-sex icon sitting in the corner. Flash. Back up, for potential use in the future. The two years I spent in the Navy taught me how to both do up and un-do the most complex of knots. I decide against leaving Natasha stranded, unravel the piece of silk that has kept her in place for the last fteen minutes, and put my tie in my pocket. Goodbye Natasha. Im leaving. I dont expect to hear from you any time soon. Fuck you Damian, fuck you. I leave the bathroom, walk out of Starbucks and turn right. My next stop is Cecconis, John, and an ice cold gin martini. Enough of women for one day.

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