I felt like a gigolo as I ferried my two female passengers around the city. Joanne's car was the finest thing I had ever driven and I had two extremely sexy passengers in the back seat. I wished Kate could have seen me. Then again, perhaps not. I didn't look like a chauffeur.

"Mike needs a suit," Joanne declared, as though reading my mind.

"For what?" I demanded.

"For your role as our chauffeur," she replied. "Pull into the next car park. We're going shopping."

Normally, the S word was enough to send me running for my life. But I didn't normally have a rich lesbian paying the bills, so I decided to make the most of it.

Selina took the opportunity to buy a black mini-dress, a pair of knee high boots and the other little essentials that made her look like a cheap whore.

"Mike, I think suave is the word," Joanne said. "I'm proud to have you as my chauffeur."

"What about me?" Selina demanded.

"You look like a complete slut," her friend replied.

Joanne brandished a twenty Euro note, then stuffed it into my breast pocket.

"That's for a fuck."

We were walking back towards the car park. I was carrying the bags and Selina was in front of me.

"I'd be glad to do you for free," I told her. "But I thought you were a lesbian."

"I am. That's what Selina is charging, but feel free to bargain, if you think she's not worth it."

Selina smiled.

"I don't take my clothes off for anything less than ten. You could push me up against the wall right now and take me, if you want."

I was tempted. Being watched by her dyke friend would have made it even more exciting. But we were in a public place, in a city where I worked as a taxi driver. I didn't want to get caught fucking a Canadian tourist in a side street, in broad daylight.

"We'll do it later," I said.

"We'd better," Selina smiled. "I've come a long way for it."

We deposited our bags in the car and found a restaurant. We then found several bars. Joanne and Selina hit the vodka and Red Bulls, while I sipped sparkling mineral water and tried to look like I was having a good time.

"When are you going to spend that twenty on me, babe?" Selina demanded.

We were in our fifth bar of the night and she was sitting on my lap.

"How about now?" I replied.

"You want to fuck me in the bar?"

"No. I want to drive you home to Joanne's house and fuck you in her bed. Or fuck you anywhere. I don't care."

"Neither do I," Selina declared, jumping to her feet. "Let's do it now."

Just then, Joanne returned from the bar.

"Two Harvey Wallbangers and a fizzy piss," she announced. "What's up with you two?"

"We need to fuck," Selina replied.

Her friend shrugged.

"So?"

Selina raised her glass to her lips and drained it like she was dying of thirst.

"We're going to do it now," she announced. "Wait here. We'll be back soon."

Joanne smiled. "Have fun."

Selina grabbed my hand and led me outside to the car park.

"Drive somewhere," she commanded.

"Where?"

"Anywhere you can bend me over the hood of this car and fuck me, without us getting caught."

I knew a place that was only a few minutes away. Selina sat in the passenger seat. We had hardly started moving, before she hitched up her dress and pulled down her underwear.

"Are you sure you know what you're doing?" I asked her. "I wouldn't want to take advantage of a drunk woman."

She tossed her pink lace panties into my lap.

"They're not wet because I'm drunk, Mike. They're wet because I'm horny and I want your cock inside me. How far is this place?"

"We'll be there in about two minutes."

Our destination was the car park of a pub that was now a boarded-up ruin.

"I used to come her a lot, when I was younger," I said.

"You're about to come here again," Selina replied.

The instant the car stopped, she flung open the passenger door. By the time I emerged, she was already sprawled over the bonnet, with her dress bunched up around her waist and her legs spread wide.

"Fuck me, Master," she pleaded. "Make it hurt."

I warmed her buttocks with a few stiff smacks, then unbuckled my belt. Selina obviously needed more than just a light spanking.

I raised the belt high, paused for a few seconds, then delivered a lash that was greeted with a loud shriek.

"Are you okay, Selina?" I asked.

"More," she whimpered. "More, please, Master. Harder. Beat your whore."

I swung the belt vigorously. Selina greeted every lash with a throaty cry. It was too dark to see, but I knew I was beating her arse red. We had chatted about such a scenario. She liked to be whipped, before she was fucked.