Dear readers: I plan on putting my next selection of stories into another ebook which I will be selling for 99c on Smashwords. Because of this, each story will be available for one day ONLY in full. After that you'll have to buy the book to read it. My first book will always be free.

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You wouldn’t think a sex-o-gram would need a booty call, but sometimes my jobs are more about the client than me – well, they all are actually. If I get to cum it’s a perk, but it doesn’t always happen.

But sometimes I need a little more, and that’s where my booty call comes in. You remember the policeman? The one who picked me up in town and did very naughty things to me in the back of his squad car? Well, we got together a couple of times after that and he is very, very willing to please. He’s called Mark.

I never allow clients back to my flat – I always go to them, whether it’s their house, place of work, car or whatever – but my home is sacrosanct. Even Mark hasn’t been here before, we’ve always been in his car. But after playing burglar I felt like some comfort, and Mark isn’t a client after all.

It was nearly 4.30am by the time I got home. I changed into my favourite silk robe and made a coffee. I wasn't sure if Mark would be working, asleep, or what, so I sent him a quick text: “You up?” and sat on the bed to wait.

“Working babe – finish @ 5am. Wassup?” came the reply a few minutes later.

“Feeling horny – need 2cu,” I sent.

“Where ru?”

I sent him my address, telling him to come up.

“Be there soonest,” he promised.

I must have fallen asleep because I don’t remember him arriving. All I remember is waking up well into the next day, sunlight filtering through the curtains dappling my carpet, with him curled around me on the bed, asleep in just his pants. I rolled over and watched him as he slept. There’s something very vulnerable about a sleeping man lying almost naked, knees drawn up and curled around his privates. It’s such a massive contrast to seeing them standing tall and strong in their uniforms, especially a man such as Mark. He opened his eyes as I stared at him and blinked at me before smiling.

“Morning gorgeous,” he said.

“Morning,” I said back. I rolled onto my back and stretched luxuriously. Mark propped himself up on one elbow and watched me. “What?” I said, with a half-laugh.

“You make funny little noises when you stretch,” he said, smiling lop-sidedly. “Like a squeaky little kitten!”

“Shut up!” I said, pushing him good-naturedly.

“Coffee?” he said, springing up off my bed and heading to the door.

“Isn’t that my line?” I said, making no move from the warm ‘stay with me’ embrace of my bed.

“Hey, I’m a new man – I can do coffee,” he said, standing in the door frame and looking down at me, the illusory vulnerability vanished. He looked tall and strong and tanned and extremely fuckable. “How do you like it?”

“Um, like what?” My incipient horniness was diverted by the question.

“Your coffee, babe?”

“Oh. White, no sugar thanks.”

I nipped to the loo while he was making the coffee and made a silent howl of horror at my horrendous bed-haired reflection, along with Alice Cooper-style streaks of mascara down my cheeks. I scrubbed my face and dragged a brush through my hair, leaping gazelle-like back on to the bed before he returned.

Mark brought the cups through and deposited mine next to the almost full cup of cold coffee I had made the night before.

“I’ll get rid of this,” he said, picking it up and taking it through to the kitchen. Domestic duties duly discharged, he plonked himself down next to me, arranging my pillows against the headboard and sitting up to drink his coffee.

“Sorry about flaking on you last night,” I said after a few moments’ silent sipping.

“It’s OK – I was tired anyway.”

“Did you arrest lots of naughty people?”

“Oh yes, lots of very naughty people.”

“Were any of them as naughty as me?” I flirted with my eyes at him.

“Nikki, my sweet, no one is as naughty as you! Come here.” He said the last in a growl, plunking his coffee on the bedside table. With a gleeful grin, I put mine down too and squealed as Mark pulled me on top of him. He fumbled at the sash of my robe, eventually giving up and pulling the two halves apart. I tutted, batted his hands away and used my fingernails to carefully pick open the knot he had only managed to tighten through his frantic yanking. Undone, I let the robe fall away; it spilled onto the carpet in a shimmering emerald pool.

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