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)
Ella and Ebony are going to have to stay in the dark about him. Ha. Ironic.
We seem to circle the whole bastard grotto, store after store after store, and it’s like he’s a magnet in there. I’d love to rejoin the back of the queue for another five minutes of lap sitting, but I can’t. He’s off bounds. Period.
I can’t bring myself to look at the picture I got from the grotto. I’m hardly in a glitzy ballgown, with my arms wrapped around his neck under mistletoe. I’m in a baggy hoodie, cruddy jeans, and yesterday’s fake lashes, likely looking more like a rabbit caught in headlights than one of his star performers.
Me and the girls call it a day with the shopping at just after two, since all three of us have clients tonight. I wish I wasn’t such a bloody workaholic – or sexaholic – sometimes, because tonight’s proposal involves club dancing and twerking my butt off until I get accosted by a stalker in an alley outside. I’m knackered, wanting to curl up and binge reality TV shows with a cheesecake rather than take another pounding, but I never back out of proposals – and this client is a new one for me.
I love playing with strangers, especially when it gets rough. It keeps it interesting.
This one is sure gonna get rough tonight.
I opt for a Jessica Rabbit style dress in red sequins, with a split right the way up my thigh for easy access. Big holed fishnets, and stilettos, and elbow length black gloves that mix class with whore. I don’t wear my trademark tiara, but I do use a sparkling hair clip to sweep my long, red curls up on one side. I think my client will like it.
I read through his proposal again before I set off to Club Revelier.
User 2906. Male. 35.
I want to watch you dancing like the boldest curvy bitch in the bar. Flirt with the guys around you and act like you’re the prize queen in the room, because I’m sure you will be. I want to watch you perform like a girl after dick, and who knows? Maybe I’ll be one of the guys you’ll be flirting with. Wouldn’t that be a nice surprise? Because you’ll have fucking asked for it by the time we cross paths later in the evening.
You’ll get a notification from your client app when the time is right, so keep it close at hand. When you do, it’ll be time for you to leave, all set to go home, until you pass the alleyway on the right-hand side.
I hope you like to be grabbed and used as much as your profile claims you do, because I’m not going to be gentle. I’ll claim every bit of the bounty you’ve been touting. I want to spread those beautiful chunky thighs of yours and claim the treasure. And as for your gorgeous balloon tits. I’m going to be taking advantage of those, believe me.
I only hope that when you realise you’re a slutty bitch who is getting what you asked for, you’ll be down on your knees begging for more.
Dirty girls like you should be desperate bitches for cock, no matter how much it hurts.
Duration: 4 hours.
Proposal Fee: £6000.
I smile at his words, hoping that tonight is going to be a fun one. I love being a degraded, cheap bitch who takes it rough – always walking away with a grin on my face and a decent chunk of cash in my bank account. The 6k is a tad low for my taste, but I can’t help trying out new clients. Variety is the spice of sluts and I’m getting way too bored lately.
I leave the apartment and send my regular message to Josh. We check in and out of our proposals, finishing them up with D&S texts – done and safe. Clients are always checked out and vetted by The Agency, down to every last detail. We are obliged to have STI checks every month, and so do they, and what’s set out in the proposals is always to be adhered to, but still. A D&S message is always a good thing to have in the background. Josh would come running if I needed him, whenever I needed him.
We used to be 24/7 kind of friends, and he was the person I’d call on for everything, even to unload my gossip while he was on his treadmill, but I’ve been giving him some space now he’s shacked up with Ella. I’ve taken the inevitable sidelining of a best friend – my choice, not his, since I’m always welcomed – but regardless of stepping back, Josh is still my number one. The person I’d run to in a storm, and shelter with my life in return.
Cool, the reply says. Me and Ells are heading out now. Double booking. D&S at 3 a.m.