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 close my eyes and switch my focus.
We have Heath booked in again in just one week’s time, and some exciting proposals in the meantime. And at home we have this. Us.
It’s more than enough to be happy about. It’s incredible. Amazing. A thing of pure dreams, and I’m the luckiest girl in the whole goddamn world.
I’d be shouting it from the rooftops, if I could.
“Josh?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“I’m ready for another round.”
My gorgeous boyfriend chuckles. “You serious?”
“Deadly.” I reach for his crotch and give it a squeeze. “Come fuck me.”
“Thought you’d never ask,” he says.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
User 2813. Male. 34.
I can’t wait to see what a hot fucking chick you are in the flesh.
Show me what you can do, girl. I’ll leave the specifics in your scarlet nailed hands.
Proposal duration: 10 hours.
Proposal price: £100,000.
One hundred fucking grand!
Jesus Christ, this one is going to be a hell of a stormer in my bank account, and no doubt one in the bedroom.
“I’m nervous,” I say to Josh as I get ready to leave. “It’s easier when the client selects from the menu themselves, isn’t it? Especially when they’re paying such an absolute fortune for it. I mean, what does he want? Shall I go in there and beg for bondage? For him to whip me senseless? Does he want me to do that in reverse? Does he want me to plug myself up with a traffic cone? Urgh.” I laugh, hitching my tits in my black latex dress. “It’s like going for an exam when you haven’t been given the revision guide. And it’s a mega one, with that kind of cash on the table. That’s founders’ level.”
“That doesn’t matter for shit. You’ll rock it, baby,” Josh says. “You don’t need a revision guide. You’re a professional. A hardcorer with a rating that speaks for itself.”
“Guess we’ll find out what grade I hit when the review comes in.”
“You’ll hit a five starrer. I know it.”
“No pressure, then.”
“Never any pressure, Ells.” Josh hugs me tight. “Just enjoy the ride.”
“I will.” I grin at him, smoothing down his tie.
He’s with a regular duo tonight. A couple who like sharing him in a filthy sandwich. He likes them. His eyes have the mischievous look he gets when he’s excited.
“You have a good one, too.” I laugh. “Though that’s a given.”
“Have faith, baby. I can’t wait to see your grin when you get home.”
Despite my nerves, I’m already buzzing at the prospect of this kind of unknown. It doesn’t matter that this proposal puts the game cards in my hand, I’m a bundle of excitement in the cab as I head over to the destination, my freshly painted scarlet nails tapping a beat against my thighs. I’m heading to a mega manor on the outskirts of the city, over in Hertfordshire. No surprise that User 2813 is paying a hundred fucking grand for this. He must be absolutely loaded.
Maybe I should have brought some nettles and needle and thread? I should get myself an emergency entertainer kit. A toy for every occasion. I laugh to myself. That damn suitcase would be far too big to carry.
Oh my fucking God, his manor is beyond my wildest expectations. It looks Georgian, with big white pillars at the front and huge windows across both wings. But that isn’t what knocks me senseless. I’m used to grand places, but not where the pillars are lit up in neon. It looks like the main stage at a festival.
The pillars are glowing with huge purple lights, beaming up from the bases, and as I walk up the drive towards the huge, black doored entrance, I see the array of sculptures. Huge stone masterpieces in the grounds. One of them is lit up in bright green, a guitar made of stone. Another is lit up in red, a roaring lion ready to pounce, mouth open wide.
So is mine as I look at it.
You could fit two people on the back of that, riding rodeo style.
These statues alone must have cost thousands, and there are more. I see the lights in the distance, a circle of huge shapes that I wish I had more time to check out before my proposal, but the clock is ticking.
Arrived I click on the app.
Come on in. Let’s get the party started.
I wonder for a moment if I read the proposal wrong, and it’s the kind of gig where I’ll be a performer for the masses, but his proposal was one on one.
I’m overthinking, so I take a moment to chill, breathing in the cold night air before I climb the stone steps. I give a token knock with the brass lion head knocker before turning the handle.
The foyer inside is less neon than the grounds. It has a sparkling gold chandelier that hangs low, and a staircase with oak bannisters that ascends to a massive balcony. There are mirrors on every wall, gold framed and baroque, and twisting ivy shaped lamps between them, only heightening the effect.