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)
I laugh, squeezing my cheerleader’s hand.
“You are a far better judge of timing than I am.” I look around the room. “You were the one who got me out here, being me, drinking champagne in this amazing place. You make the call. When it’s time. How it’s time. What it’s time for.”
He nods. “Ok. But right now, the time is all about us, so let’s get ready to enjoy some burrata bruschetta and celebrate our first night of freedom in the great outdoors.”
I raise my glass of champagne again.
“To the great outdoors, and the man who got me here.”
“To the woman who makes it shine.”
Our meal is a delight. Fun, and chatter, and amazing food as we drink another bottle of De Chante after the first.
I’m grinning on the walk back to the Airbnb, at ease with the streets and the few passersby, because it’s ok.
Right now, it’s all ok.
No flashing cameras. No harassment of everyone I know. No hate filled comments online, spewing in my direction.
Josh has the key in the front door when a distinctive notification alert sounds out from my handbag.
A proposal.
We look at each other, despite our sensibilities, because it would be so synchronistic if it was Heath. So crazily fated, it would be unreal.
No way.
Just no. No fucking way.
Oh my God, if it is…
My fingers are shaking as I call the app up. My heart is thumping in my temples when I press the view button.
And they don’t stop.
My fingers don’t stop shaking, and my heart doesn’t stop thumping in my temples.
Only it’s not Heath’s User info there on the app glaring out at me. The user is unspecified. Which can only mean one thing…
“What?” Josh asks. “Who is it, Ells?”
I turn the screen to him, and he sucks in a breath.
User Unspecified means the founders. The mysterious group behind The Agency.
The harshest, most important clients of them all.
My whole fucking body tingles hot as memories come slamming back.
Being hooded the whole time.
Being hung, tied, whipped…
Being subjected to some damn brutal…
“Baby, you’re shaking,” Josh grabs my arm. “Are you okay?”
“Fucking hell, Josh,” I say, barely able to keep my phone still. “They want me again. They really want me again.”
“That’s great,” he says, “But… what are you gonna do about it?”
Fuck how my heart is pounding.
Fuck how I can barely breathe.
“It’s a no-brainer,” I tell my jaw-dropped stud, and press accept.
CHAPTER TWELVE
User Unspecified
As per our last proposal, you will be collected by an unnamed driver and hooded in the back of the car. You will not know where you are going, as the journey will be in total silence.
On arrival you will be stripped, cuffed in shackles and led to your destination. From this point onwards, you will serve us however we see fit. Your hood will not be removed at any time, under any circumstances.
On this occasion, your proposal will begin with an interview, as there are a number of things we need to discuss with you, as per your position as an entertainer at The Agency. As an organisation, we would like to offer our support, but note that our questioning will be very probing. We understand this may make you uncomfortable, but it is entirely necessary.
Should the interview end positively, and you feel in a position to engage with us on a proposal, that would be excellent.
Our terms are as standard.
There will be a significant number of men who will be using you for BDSM, pain play and sex. As you know, our tastes can get extreme – so, please be certain of your limits.
You can use your safe word at any time, and if you should choose to, you will be escorted out of the premises immediately and driven back to your initial location. You will be paid up until the minute you decide to withdraw.
Still, the hood will not be removed.
We take aftercare seriously. If needed, your driver will happily escort you back inside and ensure you are safe and comfortable before departing.
Please note, you do not have permission to discuss this proposal on any of the Agency forums, it is strictly confidential.
This proposal will be vague, extreme, but safe. You have the assurances of the Agency, but please consider this carefully before accepting.
Duration: Six hours
Proposal price: £60,000
Istill can’t believe I get paid sixty grand for this kind of gig. It’s utter insanity. But then again, so is some of the stuff involved in it, so it’s swings and roundabouts. Not everyone can say they get fucked with stinging nettles in their day job, or get beaten by a roomful of anonymous sadists while screaming in pain.
Fucking hell though, I loved it last time. I took one hell of a long time to recover, but I sure did love it. The founders tore my pussy to shreds with clamps, and clips, and a single tail whip, and as for my tits… they were bruised beyond belief when they were done with me.