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)
How could I have possibly expected no consequences? How could I have been so fucking dumb?
“Did Orla pull you up on it when you cancelled?” Ella asks me. “Did Reuben freak out about it? I mean, he must answer to them too, right?”
She knows the gig. Any entertainer who goes within a fifty-mile radius of a founders’ proposal is obliged to uphold confidentiality to the utmost degree. Even we don’t usually talk about them – me, Josh and Ells. That’s how sacred it is.
“Orla didn’t pull me up on it, and Reuben didn’t freak out. It was Reuben who asked me to do it. To call in sick and fob them off.”
My best friends look confused as fuck, and I don’t blame them.
“Why are you in a state, then?” Josh asks. “If nobody freaked, what’s the problem?”
I close my eyes.
“Because the other founders themselves must have suspected something was going on. Two of them turned up to see Reuben at the grotto, and I burst in on them wearing a fucking elf costume with a sexy snow globe in my hand, laughing my head off. I didn’t know they were in there, but I recognised them the second I saw them, even though I’d never actually seen them. Another crazy experience like with Reuben. It was fucking crazy. And fucking horrible.”
“Oh shit,” Ells says. “Well. I guess they recognised you, too. You’re quite recognisable, even with a bobble hat on.”
“Yeah. Oh, shit, and now we’re both in the shit. Both me and Reuben. Brilliant. Just fucking brilliant. No wonder he told me to go. I should have already been legging it out of there as fast as my fat ass would carry me. You know how brutal the founders can be. They might throw him to the wolves as well as me.”
I well up again as Ella nods.
Ella does indeed know what the founders are like. When a douche of a lettings agent she was going to be renting an apartment through found out she was a whore and tried to dig around her references to make an enquiry, the founders tore him down in a flash. He was instantly removed from his job and cast out of the city, never to be seen here again.
The founders don’t take prisoners.
I don’t tell Josh and Ella that one of the guys was from Westminster. It would freak me out more as well as them, but it’s so bloody obvious now. I bet there are others amongst the group that are high profile. The kind of high profile that demands a hood and an at all costs level of anonymity.
I’m such a stupid dumbass.
I wonder what’s happening with Reuben. He looked so fucking petrified himself.
“They’ve cancelled you, then?” Josh asks, and his words hit me like a hammer in the ribcage.
I’ve been so caught up in losing Reuben, that I haven’t even thought about that. I dash for the bag I dumped in Josh’s hallway and scrabble for my phone. I’m back on the sofa when I try to call up the app, but it doesn’t show for me. Incognito mode or not, it doesn’t appear.
Josh calls up the app on his phone and I try my login details, but no. Profile not recognised.
The spread of panic races like wildfire through every cell of my body. I’m shaking. Quaking. Terrified. Ella searches for my profile page when she’s logged in on her version, but there is no sign of it, and all my forum posts have disappeared.
I’ve been kicked out of the Agency.
I have no profile. No proposals. No income. No Creamgirl.
And no Reuben.
Oh, fuck, how I scream. I scream and rock and lose my fucking mind, back like I was in the wreckage of the Kian aftermath. All alone, with nothing left.
My mind races through the four years of my career – so many accolades, and bonuses and regulars. So many reviews. So many clients who meant more to me than I ever figured, now that they’ve been taken away.
User 706 – abusing me in his cow farm, with my grazed knees dragging through cow dung as he pulled me along by my hair. Daddy – User 762 – spanking me after finding naughty notes in my schoolbook and scrubbing me clean in the bathtub. One of Ella’s favourites.
User 6978 – making me drink a whole stream of his piss without spilling a drop and rewarding me with an orgasm every time I managed it. User 1029 and his boyfriend – and some of the hottest DVP I’ve ever known.
Rough play, daddy play, watersports, roleplay, group sex, stretching, groping, chasing… even fucking radiator kinks and my kitty daddy.
All of it gone.
It hurts so much I have to race to Josh’s bathroom and throw up my carrot cake from earlier, and then I lie on the floor in the fetal position. My soul is screaming for everything that’s been lost.