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third had some unspecified high-powered job in the City.
    It was agreed Dominik would be invited to join their next session.
    They met in the cellar bar of a large, impersonal hotel right by Victoria Station. Two of the other men in the group were already there, nursing beers, when Dominik arrived. No introductions were made.
    The young woman walked into the bar ten minutes later, accompanied by the group’s leader. She seemed barely out of her teens, although when you looked at her closer in the calculated semi-darkness of the bar, there were dark circles under her pale grey eyes and thin lines across her neck. She appeared at first hesitant, even shy, but after a few drinks, she relaxed and loosened up. She was a student nurse, she revealed. On subsequent occasions there was a much older assistant bank manager who’d travelled up from the south coast, and on another occasion a single mother who wanted to be a writer and who, having uncovered some of his non-academic publications, later mailed him a few stories she was working on; they were actually surprisingly good. Sometimes the group booked the hotel in Victoria, but on other occasions they would use a hotel near Old Street or, one time, the basement of an empty shop on Old Compton Street, which one of the guys had access to through his job. The hotels were principally chosen for their busy nature and the fact that five or six men entering the lift to the upper floors together with a single woman would not attract undue attention.
    â€˜Your first time?’ he asked the student nurse, that first night. This was still at the bar. Two of the other men had walked over to the counter to pick up another round of drinks.
    â€˜Yes,’ she said.
    â€˜Me too.’ He attempted a smile.
    â€˜That’s nice,’ she replied.
    â€˜Why are you doing it?’ It wasn’t quite what Dominik wanted to ask, but somehow the right words couldn’t form on the edge of his lips. She looked so young, if worn out.
    â€˜You know, a fantasy. I think all women have them. Just want to know what it would feel like. Silly, no?’
    â€˜No, not at all.’ The others returned and their one-to-one conversation came to an abrupt end.
    Once they were all in the hotel room, the young nurse was summarily stripped. She had lovely, round breasts. High and firm. She had been ordered to shave herself below and had followed her instructions to the letter. She wore no knickers, just hold-up black stockings.
    The leader of the group unzipped his trousers and presented his cock to her, forcing her down to her knees. She took him into her mouth. This was a signal for the other men to undress. Dominik looked around at the ocean of male flesh now crowding him. They came in all shapes and sizes, and he was glad to see his was not the smallest, or the fattest. Some feelings never changed in the company of others, despite his usual self-assurance and ease with his own body.
    While she hungrily sucked on her first cock of the evening, others began to touch her, greedily exploring her, forcing her, feeling her up like a prime cut of meat. Cocks hardened, jutted. His eyes took in the room, the scene of the crime. The window looked out on a dull panorama of city roofs. On the bedside table was a small pile of condoms and various tubes of cream and lube. On a desk near the fridge, someone had placed a couple of bottles of wine, both red, plus three glasses and a mug. A few sex toys were scattered around, including a monstrous two-headed dildo that surely wouldn’t fit into any woman’s apertures without tearing her apart, he thought.
    It turned out it did fit. An hour or so later, after she had been used by every man in the room in succession and on some occasions together, two men busied themselves stuffing the dual-purpose black dildo deep into her vagina while the other extremity was, inch by inch, forcibly buried into her anus. The young nurse breathed heavily as the