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)
“You look incredible in that outfit,” Marcus says. “I cannot wait to see you out of it.”
I point up at the moon. “Good job it’s a full one. You’ll get to see plenty on the beach.”
We keep walking.
“We don’t need to fuck on the beach, Lucy. I have a hotel suite nearby,” Ben says.
I shake my head with a laugh. “No way! It’s one of my bucket list things. Sex on a beach with two at once.”
I’m glad it’s late enough that these guys have had enough drink to loosen them up. I can’t imagine them considering this absurdity in the cold light of day, but they are well up for it right now. They take one of my hands each as we stroll together with the beach to our right, the waves gently lapping.
I wonder if Heath and Josh are following us, or if they are on their way back to the villa.
I’ll make sure I’m in full view, regardless.
I wish I had taken advantage of the opportunity for another drink or two from Ben as we walk along. The night air is beautifully warm, but it’s sobering, and my senses get heightened with every step.
These aren’t clients as such. They are clients because of a client. And it’s different.
They are strangers without safety checks, or a proposal laid out to stick to. Just two guys with a girl they think wants filthy sex with them as a bucket list item on a glorious beach in Cannes.
I do have a safety check in place though, and my gut instinct is sure on that. I have two safety checks in place, in fact. Josh and Heath, and no doubt wherever the proposal goes tonight, they will make sure I come out of it ok.
It takes me by surprise when Ben takes a step away from me and looks me up and down.
“You said you’re Lucy, right?”
“Yeah. Lucy Louise.”
“That’s quite a name.”
I laugh. “Yeah, my mum thought Lucy-Lou sounded cute. I don’t think she’d see me as cute right now, though.”
“You look familiar,” he says. “Sure you weren’t on one of those reality TV shows as well as winning a prize?”
I get a zip of horror as he examines me, because FUCK, maybe he saw me with Heath earlier.
Damn, this is hard.
“I wish!” I exclaim. “Man, I’d love that. Put me on Love Island any day of the week. I’d be in the hideaway every single night I was in there.”
He laughs along, and I relax. I have to focus.
He didn’t see me with Heath. Neither of them did. I’m just being paranoid.
“This part of the beach suit you?” Marcus asks, once the brightly lit streets of Cannes disappear behind us. We are on the deluxe villa street now, but we’re not there yet… not close enough to our destination.
“Not yet. I wanna get to the rich bit. The real posh area.”
“Where the celebrities live?” Ben smiles. “Guess you are a fame hunter.”
“A girl can dream, right?”
They don’t question the location any further as we stroll along. I bring Holly the whore to the fore and turn the conversation smutty, to keep their attention on what’s to come.
I tell them what a dirty girl I am, who loves two at once, because I’m a hungry slut who can take it. East End Lucy-Lou doesn’t have a filter. I giggle as I talk about loving a pounding in my ass, and sucking on dick like it’s made of candy. I tell them how good I am at deepthroat, and how I can’t wait to show them.
“You do threesomes often?” Ben asks. “You sound like a… pro.”
Fuck. I thought he was going to say prostitute.
I shrug. “Had more threesomes than I can remember. Honestly, guys…” I grope my tits through my dress. “Having both tits sucked on at the same time is like dying and going to heaven.”
“Fucking hell,” Marcus says, eyeing my bulging cleavage, “I’m already hard and ready to blow.”
Ben is nodding his approval – or agreement, licking his lips at the prospect.
And it works on me as well as them.
My pussy comes to life, sinking into the fantasy of what lies ahead. Of how good I’m going to be at living up to Heath’s proposal. I do want two cocks. The fact that they belong to Ben and Marcus means fuck all to Holly. She wants it however she can get it.
My heart races when the outline of Heath’s villa appears in the distance.
“Let’s get on the sand,” I say to the guys. “Do me a favour and help a girl out of her stilettos, will you? I wouldn’t want to topple over.”
Ben gets to his knees and unbuckles my designer shoes. I use the opportunity to show him I mean business, and hold his head to me, revealing my bare leg through the split in my dress.