Terry's in hospital. Rushed in on Saturday morning. Acute appendicitis. He's been out of business all weekend - he's not str8guy. Down to three: McCabe, Rod and computer geek. A week to go. The stakes are way too high, but I'm gonna get him.

I'm gonna get him.

That was just the news I needed this morning. Bit of a swine for Terry, of course, but getting another name off my list of suspects is just what I needed to cheer myself up. The thought of facing that gloating, smug, smarse-arse, fuckwit, moron bastard cretin creep shithole fucker was almost too much to bear. Now I can approach him with more of a smile on my face.

[str8guy has entered]

[str8guy] morning medusa

[str8guy] sorry, Molly

[molly] ha ha ha. very funny

[str8guy] I thought it was. Very funny indeed. You fell for it, hook, line and sinker, didn't you?

[str8guy] Did you not have any idea it was me?

[molly] of course i did. i was stringing you along m8

[str8guy] Yes, of course you were, my dear. Of course you were.

[str8guy] Can we have a little peek at polly please?

[str8guy] Since bo'selecta never quite made it that far yesterday

[str8guy] Though I'm sure he would have, if he hadn't blurted out your name

[str8guy] Foolish boy...

[molly] hows that

[str8guy] Lovely Molly, just lovely.

[str8guy] SO tell me, have you answered any of your business calls yet?

[molly] no

[str8guy] No? None at all?

[molly] none at all

[str8guy] Well that does surprise me.

[str8guy] Know why?

[molly] no id on't. tell me

[str8guy] Okay, since you ask, I shall.

[str8guy] I'm surprised because I happened to be passing your house on Saturday evening - about eight o'clock, I think it was - and I saw a small man at your door, being invited in.

[str8guy] Oldish, balding. Family friend is he?

[molly] ffs, you're spying on me now

[molly] how creepy is that

[str8guy] not at all. Merely happene to be passing. Complete coincidence.

[str8guy] And of course I put 2 and 2 together and made 50. Tht's your asking price, isn't it?

[molly] 75 aftually

[str8guy] Aha, so you did then?

[str8guy] You admit it

[molly] if i said it was true would u stop putting those cards out?

[molly] ?

[str8guy] No.

[str8guy] However, it's a reasonable suggestion.

[str8guy] I can't go along with it because I don't know for certain that you did it on Saturday. Just speculation

[str8guy] If you were to provide me with proof..

[str8guy] Then I think it's fair to say that would be acceptable.

[molly] And you'd stop distributing the cards?

[str8guy] Yes

[molly] And pick up all the ones you've left lying?

[str8guy] Those I can remember, perhaps. Not sure I know where they all went.

[str8guy] But, yes, I'll go along with that.

[str8guy] I'll do it if you will

[molly] okay

[str8guy] You will?

[molly] yes

[str8guy] You'll prostitute yourself? Tonight?

[molly] yes

[str8guy] And let me watch on cam?

[molly] yes

[str8guy] I want to see the exchange of cash

[molly] no

[str8guy] Why not?

[molly] bc you'll use it against me.blackmail

[str8guy] LOL, Molly, don't you think I've got more than enough of that already?

[str8guy] How do you think you got into this?

[str8guy] Let me see the exchange of cash.

[str8guy] Then it's a deal.

[molly] okay

[str8guy] Molly the call-girl. It has a ring to it, doesn't it?

[str8guy] I can't wait.

[str8guy] is it just my imagination, Molly, or is little polly gleaming at me?

[str8guy] a little excited are we?

[str8guy] Just a little, I think...

[str8guy] Isn't that lovely

[str8guy] Molly Hadley excited at the prospect of selling her body...

[str8guy] Oh Molly, I'm all hard, just thinking about it.

[str8guy] I've turned you into a whore. I really have. That is so exciting.

[str8guy] I can't wait until tonight. I'm going to come like never before, watching you.

[molly] good for you. hope you enjoy it

[str8guy] Oh I will. And so will you, I think...

As if.

I don't suppose I can trust him an inch, but what the hell. I've nothing more to lose, really...

Later

Okay, I've done my business. Switched my phone on when I got home from work. Fewer calls missed this time - only five. Clearly, str8guy needs to replenish stocks of my cards if he wants to keep this up. I didn't get any calls for a couple of hours, and I was beginning to think I was going to be foiled, but around eight it rang. It wasn't a number I recognised.

I answered, and it was a punter looking for business. So I was off and running. I felt worse this time than I did the time before. I was shaking as I gave him details, and when I was waiting for him to turn up I had to go to the bathroom a couple of times. I didn't throw up, but thought I was going to.

Logged in to chatmate.

[molly] okay

[str8guy] Hello Molly

[molly] someone coming in about ten mins

[str8guy] Really!! God, you're going through with it?

[molly] yes, i told u. and u have to go through with your end of the deal, m8.

[str8guy] Yes, of course. Put your cam on

[molly] hang on, i'm just doing it.

[molly] okay, im going. switching monitor off now. back later.

[str8guy] Bye Molly. have fun.

[str8guy] I know I will

[str8guy] such, such fun

[str8guy] My god, you'r really going to do it. You really are...

[str8guy] :-)

He was probably late fifties, grey hair, stringy. Insisted on telling me he was called John. He seemed to know what he was doing, and that unnerved me totally. Because I didn't of course. I'd no idea what the hell a prostitute was supposed to do.

"Here," he said as we stood in the living room. "A hundred."

"Not yet. In the bedroom."

He looked at me quizzically. I doubt he'd ever had a prostitute decline to take money before. I blushed at my mistake and marched into the bedroom. "Shall we?"

I stood at the side of the bed and surrepetitiously checked the cam. From where I was standing, str8guy would have a good view of the transaction. For whatever reasons... I smiled at John and beckoned to him to join me. When he was next to me I reached out my hand and he slid ten notes into it. Transaction complete. I looked straight at the cam, then walked towards it, notes upwards, and placed them beside the blank monitor. Turning, I began to undress.

"Blow job and fuck, yes?"

"Yes."

"Coming right up. Hmm, that's a nice one, John. That'll feel nice in my mouth, won't it. I can't wait..." I stretched on the bed and let him look at me. "Do you like it?" I asked.

He nodded and gripped his hand round my waist, pulling me towards him. I felt for his prick and squeezed it. "You'll want a condom," he said.

"Oh yes."

"Are you new to this?"

"Quite new, yes."

"Always remember the condom, dear. It'll save your life." He slid his on and directed his cock towards me again. I lowered my head and started to suck, gagging slightly at the rubber taste. I went down on him for a few minutes, until he stopped me and asked me to ride him. "Go on top, love," he said. "Let me see your little titties bounce a bit."

I fucked him energetically, making sure my bits were bouncing satisfactorily. He was a nice man. He spoke all the way through, reassuring me, making dirty suggestions, telling me how good it was. I found myself wanting to please him and put all my effort into it. My whole body was moist with sweat and I was feeling quite turned on as I bucked my body, tilting my pelvis and grinding his cock against my inner walls.

He started to moan, very softly, and closed his eyes. I arched my back and planted a solitary kiss on his lips. He opened his eyes and smiled at me, and as I thrust harder and harder on top of him he began to come, tensing beneath me, his eyes screwed shut, breathing hard. I rode out his climax, then lay on top of him for a couple of minutes, feeling his breathing return to normal.

"Thank you," he said

"My pleasure."

When he had gone, I switched off the computer without putting the monitor back on. I didn't want to speak to str8guy. I didn't want to spoil the moment.

I changed the sheets and went to bed.