Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25238 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 126(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25238 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 126(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
“That must cost an arm and a leg,” Clara muses, and I nod.
“Yeah, and I’m not sure who’s paying for what, except that it’s not me forking over the dough. But you know these guys have so much money that it doesn’t even matter. Sometimes, I feel like my clients could literally set fire to the cash in their wallets, and it wouldn’t even be a drop in the bucket.”
Clara nods, her eyes as round as saucers again.
“Yeah, I guess so,” she murmurs. But then my friend squints. “But how did this guy find you?” she asks. “I mean, does the club keep an album of available girls or something?”
I nod.
“That’s a good question because yeah, I think the club used to have digital dossiers on all of us with photos, height, weight, and that kind of stuff. But you know how difficult it is to keep anything secure in this day and age, and so I think they stopped with the digital portfolios. I think it might be all hard copy now, believe it or not. Talk about going backwards in time.”
Clara nods.
“So this guy flew to New York, and looked at hard copy photos of all the girls before picking you out of the bunch?” she asks.
I shake my head before shooting her a grin.
“No, it’s way more scandalous than that.”
She crows.
“I knew it, Syd! You did something bad, didn’t you?”
I grin and let out a quiet giggle. “Yeah, pretty much. Long story short, I made a sexy video of myself where I inserted two candlesticks into myself—”
“Wait, what?!?!” my friend screeches. “You did what with two candlesticks?!”
I laugh, nodding. “Yep. I put those babies into my pussy and ass, and it felt amazing. They were a little cold, come to think of it, but it was so dirty and wrong that it felt good. Anyways, it was just supposed to be a video that I made for myself, but somehow, the vid got out. I have no idea how, but you can see why Club Z no longer keeps digital files. I mean, hell, there are so many sex tapes these days on the internet that I’m surprised anyone films themselves anymore.”
But Clara’s merely shaking her head.
“Go back to the candlesticks, girlfriend. I mean, seriously Syd! You are one raunchy bitch!”
I giggle.
“I am, and it got posted to some porn site, where someone figured out who I am and where I work. They put it in the comments section and then the client contacted Club Z to see if they could book me. At least from what I understand, that’s how this all started.”
Clara merely shakes her head with amazement.
“Holy shit.”
I nod and wink.
“Imagine what’s going to happen when Mr. Kerfew from History sees the video. Hell, maybe he’s already seen the video!”
Clara makes a face.
“Gross, he’s so old and hairy. I wouldn’t want him seeing a naked clip of me, much less where I’m doing something naughty.”
I merely shrug.
“Yeah, I guess you’re right. But it’s already out there, and people were clamoring to buy those candlesticks, believe it or not. I could probably sell them for six figures on eBay, come to think of it,” I muse.
Clara starts laughing then.
“OMG, this is all so crazy. But that means you’ve never met the guy, right? What if he’s absolutely deranged? What if it’s all an elaborate scam and you get stranded out in London with no place to stay, and end up living in a bus shelter? I don’t mean to be paranoid, but you did say this is a new service.”
“Yes, I know,” I acknowledge before shrugging. “But everyone meets new clients on occasion, and besides, you know these guys are screened up the wazoo by the agency. Trust me, nothing gets past the club because I think they have access to an FBI database or something. Don’t ask me how, but they’ve dug up stuff that only a government agency could know.”
Clara nods, looking astonished.
“Wow,” she whispers. “Just wow.”
I nod.
“It’s going to be insane. I mean, hell, I’m game even if he is a troll. Of course, I hope he isn’t, but the long and the short of it is that I’m getting paid a ton of money just to be some British guy’s fuck doll for a week.”
“Sydney!” Clara practically screams, throwing a pair of socks at me. “You’re so dirty!”
I giggle and dodge them before throwing another pair right back at her.
“What, it’s true! There’s no need to sugarcoat it for my sake.”
Clara rolls her eyes and shakes her head at me. “But if you are, then why pack anything other than lingerie?” she reasons. “It’s not like you’ll be going out on dates with this billionaire dude.”
I pause to think for a moment.
“You’re probably right,” I giggle. “Okay, no cocktail dresses, mini-skirts or halter tops. Just panties and bras, and some negligees and stripper heels too. And maybe a trench coat, so I can flash him if need be.”