Chapter 8

“No. Pull over and do me in here. No one can see.”

The man hesitated.

“Okay then. Let’s forget it.” Benjamin started walking away.

He heard the car engine rev and stopped when the vehicle cut in front of him. It came to a stop and he walked around its bulk until he was in front of it. After he saw the driver’s door opening, he walked into the trees, took his shirt off and tucked it into the back pocket of his jeans. He watched the man approach, accompanied by the sound of pebbles crunching beneath his shoes.

“Where are ya?” asked the man.

“Over here,” Benjamin replied, stepping out from the shadows.

Immediately he felt the man’s hands on him. A small gasp escaped his lips. He felt the man’s rough palms pass over the sensitive nubs of his nipples. He shuddered.

“Where’s the hundred?” asked Benjamin, his voice hushed.

The man pushed a crumpled note into his hand and Benjamin pressed it down into the pocket of his jeans.

“Where’s your arse?”