Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92809 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92809 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
“There now,” I say, sitting my ass back down, “all sorted.”
It’s such a relief to feel Creamgirl back at the fore.
Reuben shakes his head. “You’re incorrigible,” he says.
I hold my head high. “Which is why you love me so much.”
He sits back in his chair and sighs. “I have business to attend to this evening, unfortunately, but make sure to keep an eye on your inbox. You may have a proposal coming in soon.”
“Ah, ok. Cool. You’d better get your proposal in pretty quick though, because my schedule is kinda busy, you know.”
“Yes, I do know.” He smirks. “You’re off to play with a couple of guys tomorrow evening, aren’t you?”
Fuck, he really has been snooping.
I tap my nose. “That’s none of your business. Client confidentiality.”
He likes the way I poke my tongue out, I see it in his eyes, and fucking phew for that.
“I guess I’ll leave you to it, User Unknown,” I say, getting to my feet. “Catch you later. I’ll be checking my inbox.”
“I hope so.”
He raises a hand as I wave him goodbye, and I get out of there, despite his offer to walk me down. I tell him I’ll follow the exit signs. Easy peasy lemon squeezy. Truth is, I think I’d fucking combust from just walking by his side.
I manage to navigate the maze and the bustle of the mall with my grin still at the max, but my heart in is my throat as the situation replays in my mind.
He could have said no and binned me off.
But he said I’m his favourite.
His fucking FAVOURITE!
Still, he could have said no and binned me off.
But he didn’t.
Not yet anyway…
By the time I’m out on the street my hands are trembling, my screaming soul desperate to call Josh and talk things through. To get his perspective, his opinion, his surprise and common sense… and security.
But I don’t do it.
For once, I don’t do it. I can’t.
I gave Reuben Sinclair a pinky promise, and I’m never going to break it.
6
TIFFANY
User 3081. 34. Male.
My boyfriend and I are seeking a dirty girl to join in on our playtime. We like to share. Primarily we like to share a hot, horny ass that can take two at once. Big tits that can bounce. A curvy butt like a treasure trove. We’ll use it hard.
Pussy is a bonus, of course. We enjoy a slick pussy as lube.
Oh, and look like you’re a filthy hooker, please. Dress up real fucking kinky.
Duration: 4 hours.
Proposal fee: £4,000.
Mediocre money, but I love double anal, and I like being treated like a treasure trove. My butt cheeks are curvy enough to merit the honour.
I always think of threesomes as two for the price of one. On my part, not theirs.
These two should be a sweet festive appetiser for my rammed pre-Christmas calendar. I’ve seen these guys mentioned on the Agency forum a lot recently, and they are a hot duo, apparently, with a major liking for double anal – their proposal is playing it down. One of the threads says these guys enjoy lap bouncing. I’ll bounce on their laps, alright. I’ve got just the body for the job, on both counts. They won’t know what’s hit them.
The booking is at a hotel in Chelsea, and I know it’s going to be a night of extravagance as soon as I step into the foyer. It’s got a huge crystal chandelier that could outshine the sun – streams and streams of diamonds that light up the room. I gawp up at it, wishing I could slap a huge wedge of cash down on the counter for them to yank it down from the ceiling and hand it over. I could do it, in theory, but nah. You’d need a whole tower block or a country mansion to house the bloody thing.
I click arrived on the app and walk on by.
Suite 37 pings back, and I get the elevator with no nerves whatsoever. I’m so used to this game that I could take a decent helping of double anal all night long. I only hope my clients will grace me with a round of two in the pussy beforehand. I’m a spoiled cow who craves it. Creamgirl always loves the cream.
The hotel door opens as soon as I knock. The guy that stands aside to let me in is a suave looking blond, with a cracking smile and gorgeous cheeky dimples. I get the impression he’d be fun on a night out. His boyfriend steps up to his side, and they look kinda similar. Only blond number two is shorter and stockier, and his eyebrows are sharper over his bright blue eyes. I like that. Makes him look like he’s ready to rumble.
“Hey, guys,” I say, and loosen the belt of my coat, slipping it off as they watch me.