Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 69621 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69621 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
FRIDAY
I want to see my special curva in slutty action, to get a taste for just how sterling a performer she is when she is in the hands of other clients.
Only these will not be ‘clients’ tonight, they will be men, chosen by me. Two of them at once, to be precise. You will be performing with two random ‘clients’ selected by me this evening,
Ella. You will be given a brief to follow – as you would with any other proposal. These men are in for a lucky gift this evening.
Any man would find such a beautiful curva hard to resist, so there will be plenty of options to choose from. I will select the clients, and the proposal will be underway as soon as I give the word – with instructions given as to what services you will be providing.
Make it authentic, sweet curva. I will be watching. And so will your adoring boyfriend.
I’m curious to observe how much he enjoys the experience alongside me. Please deliver us a five-star performance, and nothing less.
I’m sure you will.
Proposal duration – three hours
Reward – a trip out on the wonderful French Riveria tomorrow. I have booked an afternoon yacht voyage.
For all three of us.
I don’t know which part of Heath’s proposal I’m more shocked by as I read it through at the restaurant. The fact that I’ll be ‘performing’ with strangers in front of both my client and my boyfriend, or the reward itself.
Heath will be coming with us on the yacht tomorrow. A yacht, with Heath Mason on it.
He handed me the envelope once we were finished up with dessert, passing it under the table.
I examine the paper the proposal is written on, being sure to keep it hidden from prying eyes. He’s added that last part, about the three of us. I can see the change in the pen colour.
I give him a smirk across the table, suspecting he scribbled that extra little line during his bathroom break earlier.
“What do you think, sweet curva?” he asks me.
“I’m more than happy to oblige. And as for the reward. Wow. I guess being out and about has definitely had an impact on you.”
Heath leans back in his seat. The cocktails have been flowing nicely, and the wonderful upmarket thrum of the restaurant has been putting him at ease, little by little. It’s been so nice to witness.
“Yes, it’s certainly had an impact.” He smiles. “I like it.”
“Good,” I reply. “Because I like it, too.” I take Josh’s arm to the side of me. “We both do.”
Heath locks eyes with Josh.
“And how do you think you will enjoy the rest of it, Josh? How do you feel about Ella performing later this evening?”
Josh pats his lips with a napkin. “Piece of cake. No problem whatsoever. Ells will nail it.”
“I’m not talking about Ella,” Heath says. “I’m talking about you.”
“Me?” Josh smirks, and flashes me a smile. “Piece of cake on that score, too. It’s just work, I’m used to it.”
It’s when his eyes linger a little too long on mine that I register what is about to go down here. Yeah, it’s work. I fuck other clients, Josh fucks other clients, and we do double bookings where we fuck clients together. But I’ve never been on the sidelines, watching him fuck other people without me involved. Other women. I haven’t seen him only as a performer, pleasuring other people while I stare on mute and out of the picture.
Neither has he. The situation is the same in reverse.
The regularity of proposals has become pretty standard in our world. We wave goodbye with a see you later, babe, earn those five stars! We stay up, waiting for the D&S – Done and Safe – message to come through, all set to greet each other with kisses and hugs and congratulations. And we have after sex. Lots of after sex. But as for seeing it? In the flesh?
I dunno. It seems a bit… weird.
“It’ll be cool,” Josh says to me, clearly noticing my realisation. “Can’t wait to see you at the top of your game. It’ll be an experience.”
“You’ve seen me at the top of my game plenty of times.”
“Only when I’m part of the game.”
Heath leans across the table.
“You don’t have to proceed.” His smile has a slight edge of nerves to it. “You can keep the reward regardless. We’ll all still take the trip on the yacht tomorrow.” He reaches across the table for the proposal. “Let’s just forget it, shall we?”
I keep hold of the paper, looking at him as he looks at me. Trying to read him.
What is this really about? I didn’t have Heath down as much of a voyeur – not outside of watching me and Josh play in front of him, so this is pretty left field.