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In the next room, each of the four walls were crammed full of DVDs, all highlighted by spotlights. The spotlights made it far too warm, and Kat felt her cheeks flush. "What are we doing here?" she asked again, finally stopping her forward momentum now John had removed his hand from her lower back.

"I thought we could do with some light entertainment." He flicked his gaze around. "There's not much on TV we both want to watch."

"What are you on about?" she snapped.

"Well, you clearly couldn't stand the war film last night."

Kat shook her head incredulously. "You brought me here because of that?"

"No." He lowered his head to hers. "I brought you here because I want to get to know the real Kat, what really turns you on. You choose a DVD and so will I. It will be very revealing about our deepest, darkest desires."

Kat swallowed. He was challenging her again, daring her to pick a subject. Something that would get her hot then he would nag away at it like a fingernail on an insect bite.

"You never know," he went on. "We might choose the same fantasy and then we'll know we were destined to be together."

"Oh, shut up, will you? This is a business arrangement, as well you know."

John shrugged and lifted his brows.

"What's that look for?" Kat demanded.

"Business partners don't usually get quite as intimate as we have." John twitched his brows.

"Have, that's right, have in the past tense."

He winked again, and before she could move away, he pressed a sharp kiss to her lips. "We'll see. I'm going to have a look at the stuff in the front room. You start browsing."

Kat slammed her hands to her hips and tutted. Why was he kissing her, and what the hell did he mean, 'we'll see'? She spun away from his retreating back; she didn't want to look at his perfect, denim-encased rear.

Her eyes peeled over the titles in front of her. Lesbians lick Lilly, Cunts that Beg, and The Sailor's Sperm Wails were just a few. She reached out a finger and touched the frozen face of a woman on the cover of a yellow box. She had a similar look to Kat. Long black hair, generous breasts with dark nipples and green almond-shaped eyes topped with neatly arched brows. Kat moved closer.

The woman was bent on all fours, and the torso of a dark-skinned man could be made out behind her. He was clutching her hips with curled fingers and was also on his knees. Whatever he was doing had her mouth wide open in a scream of ecstasy crossed with something that looked scarily like agony. Her eyes were wide but glazed, her tongue flat on the base of her mouth, a droplet of sweat perched in the hollow of her neck.

Kat felt a rush of warmth to her pussy. Just looking at the woman's face reminded her of how it had felt when John had fucked her wildly in the shower, when he had shoved his cock up inside her and his fingers into her back side. She beat down a delicious tremble of desire as she read the title of the DVD-Anal Virgin Takes It All. That was her. She was an anal virgin. Did fingers count?

No, she didn't think so. Suddenly, she wanted that DVD. Not to show John what she'd chosen, but she wanted it for herself, to watch, to see what it would be like-the big taboo of sex.

She moved to the bamboo curtain and peered through a gap created by a missing string. John stood at the till, talking to the cashier. She glanced up at the security camera in the corner. It was facing her, but she reckoned it was worth the risk. The sales guy seemed pretty distracted. She walked back over to the DVD and, with lightning speed, dropped it in her bag. Just as John parted the curtain, she stuck out her hand and reached for another DVD.

"Found anything?" he asked lightly.

"No, but clearly you did." She nodded at the bulging brown bag in his hand.

"Yeah, just a few essentials." A half smile tipped his lips. "What's that you've got." He loomed next to her and twisted the DVD she gripped in her hand. "Seven Days and Seven Nights-Bound and Gagged." His mouth broke into a full wattage grin. "Well, if I'd known that was what you wanted, Pussy Cat, I would've been more than happy to oblige." He pushed a finger to his temple as if in deep thought. "In fact, I think I did suggest it."

"You're all talk and no action, John, so just shut up, will you?" Kat couldn't believe the apt title of the DVD she'd grabbed in haste.

"I think we both know that's not true." His eyes glistened, and his voice deepened an octave. "You know full well I can provide the action, you just got to say the word, baby."

Kat slammed the DVD back on the shelf with a clatter. "Let's just get to Oxford Street. That fat sweaty guy gives me the creeps."

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With Jackie O sunglasses perched on the bridge of my nose and a Burberry scarf around my auburn curls, I chucked my suitcase on the back seat of the car and leapt in.

"All set?" Tim asked, cracking a grin my way.

"Absolutely." I rubbed my hands together in excitement and did a little bounce on the seat. "Can't wait."

He revved the engine twice, hard, and the wheels spun off the gravel driveway, catapulting stones at the grimy brick wall of our London flat. We bumped onto the road and our soft-top Mercedes roared up the gears, showing approval at being taken for a decent ride, and Tim, well, Tim looked more than ready to catch some serious speed after being cooped up in his high-rise office all week. This trip away was all he'd talked about since it had been arranged.

"You'll love Matt and Jane, I just know you will," he shouted over the rush of wind when we hit the M40. "We had such a blast together at Uni. They were always up to something, always the ones with the crazy ideas."

I smiled and looked out at the first fields I'd seen in months. He'd told me all this before. "It was kind of them to invite us," I replied. "It's just what we need, long walks in the Cotswolds and lazy pub lunches."

Tim smiled in that crooked way I loved and reached for my hand. He pulled it to his mouth and his dark stubble scratched my palm as he kissed me. "Lots of long lazy everything," he said with a naughty boy wink. "And maybe a few quickies too."

I felt a twist of optimism in my heart. We could do with some free time to re-connect physically. My shift work and his stress levels had left action in the bedroom infrequent and, when it did happen, unsatisfying-for me at least. An escape to the country would do us good, force us into concentrating on what we could give one another instead of just careering along in the rat race, paddling like mad for the next promotion and pay cheque.

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The Unwholesome Adventures of Harita-episode 166:

It has been an eventful weekend in my nocturnal world. Saturday night was my first pole performance at Talin's. The club was overflowing and the air thick with cigarette smoke and the bellow of men's chatter. During my first steps I was nervous, but practicing paid off, my routine went well and I was pleased with the new black suspender belt. It was sexy and risqué when I spun around the pole then belly danced for the front row of the audience.

Madan was, of course, there, sipping a drink chock full of ice, and his seductive, brown eyes never left my body as I danced and writhed, swung and twirled. He'd been keen to see this new craze, this new sizzling dance the girls had been talking about in hushed whispers and rehearsing in secret. I'd been even keener to show him, to perform for him. Just one look from Madan is like a thousand caresses from any other man.

When my erotic performance came to an end, he stood, slammed his drink on the table and stalked to the exit. My heart fluttered, and a lump grew in my belly. Had he not enjoyed watching me coil around the cool, hard steel? I'd caressed it like a lover and been shameless in the way I'd flashed the gusset of my panties to the entire room. I'd even considered doing the routine topless next time, it felt so good, so liberating, to be spinning through the air while everyone watched adoringly.

I headed into the backstage corridor, keen to get to my dressing room. Just as I wrapped my fingers around the door handle to my room, I heard my name called sharply.

"Harita."

I turned, clutching my chest. "Madan! You took me by surprise."