Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 133034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 665(@200wpm)___ 532(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 665(@200wpm)___ 532(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
Jeez, I’m ready for more flavours.
I’m now a very hungry girl.
I call up my proposal for later and take a fresh look at the details.
Yep. This one is going to be another flavour for sure. Another client I’ve never seen before, wanting to get down and dirty with a hardcorer like me.
My mouth is already watering at the thought.
CHAPTER FIVE
User 965. Male. 49.
I don’t want intimacy, or shared words. All I want is a hot girl like you, with big tits and a pussy and ass readily available for playtime.
I always use toys, and my toys are unconventional. They don’t go in easy.
Our proposal will take place in my workshop. I’ll play with you on my work bench, but you’ll never get to see my face. You’ll be in a sleeping mask when I arrive, and it will still be firmly in place when I leave. All you have to do is lie back and get ready for me. Then take whatever you’re given.
It’ll be safe, I guarantee, even if it doesn’t feel like it.
I always like a noisy soundtrack, so whatever happens, don’t peek, no matter how loud it gets. Oh, and one more thing. Don’t move. Stay still, no matter how tempting it gets to freak and run.
Be prepared to get scared.
Please note. I never book people twice. There is a reason for that. First time reactions are always much more authentic. I like to keep it that way.
Proposal duration: 3 hours.
Proposal fee: £5000.
It would be so easy to look up User 965 on the Agency forum and check out some threads on exactly what he’s into, but I haven’t been on there since Cannes, and don’t intend to start socialising. Not yet. I can’t face it.
Plus, I wouldn’t want to check out User 965 in advance. It wouldn’t be either fun, or fair. If he’s booking me for the authenticity of the unknown, I’m going to give it to him. It sounds good to me.
I know full well that The Agency will have vetted him to the max, just like they always do with our clients, so I’ve got no reason to be worried. Also, given my situation of late, being blindfolded for four hours straight works just fine for me. I’m looking forward to it.
I hand Josh my phone, so he can look through the particulars before I leave. He nods in approval.
“Sounds interesting.”
I’m grinning as I nod back, tugging the ribbons on my front lacing bodice before I tie the bow.
“Sure does, doesn’t it? I do like interesting. I think it’ll be fun.”
Josh raises an eyebrow with a smirk, in the way I love. It always gives me butterflies.
“Dare I say, it could be amazing?”
I wrap my arms around his neck and give him a peck on the lips.
“Hmm, maybe.” I giggle. “I’d love a real healthy dose of amazing.”
“I’m almost envious,” he says. “I have the basics lying ahead for me tonight. Standard anal, with a bit of cock play.”
I know what he’s referring to. His client has been booking him bi-weekly for nearly two years straight. Josh is always happy to do it, but it hardly sets his soul alight.
“Pays well, at least.” I shrug.
“Very well. Plus, he’s really not that bad. Hardly Heath, but he’s cool enough.”
Heath.
Fuck.
The butterflies in my stomach take a sickening nosedive at the mention of Heath’s name, and Josh’s eyes drop to the floor in a flash. Neither of us have ventured near that topic. Not in weeks. It’s far too painful.
“Sorry,” Josh says, but I shake my head.
“No need to be sorry. It’s fine. We need to talk about it at some point. It’s just…” I take a breath. “It’s so shit, isn’t it? To know that we’ll…”
“Don’t,” Josh says, his eyes locking on mine. “Don’t even say it.”
“But it’s true, no?”
“No. No way. It’ll resolve itself,” my gorgeous boyfriend says, and his words sound so resolute as he tries to smile. “For real, Ells. It’ll resolve itself. One way or another. It has to.”
Has to.
I get his emotions. I feel them myself. Desperation. Loss. Fear. But I can’t see a way out of this shit show, not where Heath is concerned.
Josh is trying to convince himself with everything he has that we’ll see Heath again. I know any butterflies in his stomach would have tumbled to their death at the idea of losing him, way faster than mine did.
Their history is far more entangled.
“Anyway.” Josh’s composure comes back, smile genuine. “In the meantime, we’ve got plenty of clients we need to be entertaining and keeping us busy. Plenty of fun for the taking.”
“And plenty of cash for the bank account,” I add.
We both nod at each other. Conversation over as I pull away from him and make sure my skirt is puffed up nicely. I’ve opted for a pink tutu, to match the lacing on my black bodice. I love a bit of neon pink once in a while.