Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92809 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92809 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
I’ve gone for a tiny red PVC dress, which highlights every single one of my curves as well as my freshly dyed hair. My tits are spilling so far over the top that they are fit to burst, and the skirt is riding up my ass so far that my cheeks must be showing. They wanted a slut that looks like a slut, and they got one. I’ve got fishnet holdups on, and a lacy thong that’s barely more than a thread.
Blond number one gives his boyfriend a high five.
“Good choice, Jase.”
“I think I’ve hit the jackpot, Cal.”
“Maybe.” Cal gives me the eye. “Guess we’ll find out, won’t we?”
Cal and Jase. I assign it to memory. I’m good with names.
Cal takes my coat and hangs it on the back of the door. “We take it in turns to choose our entertainers, Creamgirl,” he says. “It’s a fun pastime.”
Jase puts an arm around his boyfriend’s shoulder. “Last time around, Cal made a crap choice. The cutie wimped out and left us twenty minutes in. Talked a good game, but didn’t take a good ass fucking.”
I give my curvy ass a pat. “You won’t be having that problem with me. I think my rating speaks for itself.”
I wonder who the entertainer was who tapped out. Probably a newbie, biting off more than her butthole could chew. Happens sometimes.
“What rating did you give her?” I ask, even though it’s none of my business.
“Four,” Cal says. “She was nice enough while it lasted. We got double pussy out of her.”
“Four stars? You guys are generous,” I give my boobs a grope. “I’ll be expecting a straight up five, then.”
Cal’s smirk is dirty. “Expect what you like, just as long as you earn it.”
I whip him up a dirty smirk right back. “I’ll earn every penny, not just the five-star review.”
I’m not lying. I never do. Being a hooker has been about more than cash for me ever since I started. Sure, the money was insane, and it took a fuck ton of pinching myself to realise it was really real and in my bank account, but my competitive streak has always been at the fore, in line with my filthy kink cravings. I always relish a five-star review.
I’m pretty safe with these two guys, that much is clear. Two cocks in my ass and I’ll get their thumbs up. Sweet, but hardly a stretch for me. Literally. It’s a cute but easy one. Just a fun round of filth.
I’m preparing to sink into nothing but the smut when a thumper of emotion hits me in the guts. It’s the way Cal looks at Jase, and the way Jase ruffles his hair, like they are sharing a beautiful moment in their fun time. Love. Absolute, unconditional devotion to each other. It’s undeniable, even though they’re about to fuck a hooker.
These two guys are besotted with each other. The emotion simmers between them.
Just like it used to between me and Kian… or so I thought.
No. I’m not going there.
I give the guys a spin, slapping my butt as I go. I’m Creamgirl, and this is work. No strings, no emotions, nothing but sex.
It always is.
“Come on, lovebirds. Don’t let the minutes run away. You’re missing out here.”
Jase breaks away from Cal and gestures to the mini bar. “Champers first?”
I’d normally say yes, but not tonight. I don’t want it. No small talk, no cutesy flirty drinks. I just want to get down to what I’m paid for.
“I prefer cum over bubbly, thanks.”
They both raise their eyebrows, then crack each other another grin.
“I guess that’s why you call yourself Creamgirl,” Cal says.
“Sure is. I never, ever turn down a good helping.”
“We can give you a good helping.” Jase’s gaze drops to my tits. “Shift your hot fucking ass over to the bed, and show us what we’re going to be getting.”
I do a curtesy. “Your wish is my command.”
Their hotel bed is massive, the sheets already crumpled from where they’ve been sleeping – or fucking. They want to see what they’re getting. Sure thing. I wriggle out of my dress as they watch me, keen eyes on my tits as they fall free, then I climb on the bed and lie down on my back, heels up on the sheets as I open my thighs. My lacy thong is on full display, and I tug it tighter, so they’ll see the crotch turn into a sopping wet string between my pussy lips.
“Like what you see?” I ask them, rubbing my fingers up and down my bulging slit.
Both of them stare at me, and I get another fucking pang as Cal takes Jase’s hand, giving it a squeeze in silent acknowledgement. Two guys in love, sharing some fun.
“You’re one hot girl, you know that?” Jase says, clearly trying to be flattering, but I don’t need that crap.