Total pages in book: 184
Estimated words: 176002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 880(@200wpm)___ 704(@250wpm)___ 587(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 176002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 880(@200wpm)___ 704(@250wpm)___ 587(@300wpm)
I get a reply as Ebony reappears with our drinks.
You’re welcome, Ella, and congratulations to you and Josh – two of our most valued entertainers. Any other issues with people using your career as leverage, please reach out to us. It’s unacceptable behaviour, and we’ll always help however we can.
Hell, judging by the speed she handled that bullshit debacle, I’m sure glad to have her on my side.
“All good?” Eb asks, and I give her a wine-fuelled grin.
“All is more than good,” I say. “It’s the best it could possibly be.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
User 3092. Male. 36.
I’ll be on a mission to get you pregnant. I’ll be telling you every second how you’ll be carrying my child. That you’re going to be the girl that will have my baby. I’m going to be knocking you up and making you a mother. A gorgeous goth girl, growing my kid inside you.
I want you to agree to it. To want it. To beg me to come deep in your pussy, letting my cum into your womb, where it needs to be.
Note – This is roleplay. I don’t want a kid for real.
You must be on contraception. I don’t want the roleplay to come to life.
Duration: Three hours.
Proposal price: £2000.
“I’m surprised you took this one,” Tiff says, reaching for another piece of pizza. “Three hours for two grand? Below your division, babe.”
She’s going to be here with Josh tonight while I’m out, enjoying some bestie time with him.
“This breeding kink’s a new thing for me,” I say with a shrug. “Sounds an easy one for a couple of grand. And another experience on my entertainer resume. Hopefully I’ll do ok and I’ll get a five-star review.”
“You’ll definitely get a five-star,” Josh says with a smile, then thrusts his hips up from the sofa. “Ready for it? I’m gonna knock you up real good. Have my baby, baby!”
I hold in a laugh, trying to get in role, but Tiff doesn’t. She jumps on his lap with a cackle, and pretends to ride him, giving it an oh, oh, oh, make me a mummy, Daddy!
I’m finishing up the last of my pizza by the time she dismounts and flops back down on the seat beside him. She’s still laughing, but I’m sure I catch a glimpse of something lurking under her humour. It’s just too loud. Ever so slightly OTT for Tiff.
I’ll file that away for future reference.
I hurry to get ready. A mini corset top, in lilac, shows my belly off well.
A simple, black leather skirt, and white holdups, finished with a decent pair of sparkly heels.
I go for extra sweeps with the catflicks, and a purple lipstick that matches my top.
White lace panties feel like the best choice.
“How do I look?” I ask as I step out from the bedroom.
“Like a gorgeous mamma-to-be,” Josh says.
I put on my leather coat and grab my handbag.
“See you later, guys,” I say, and blow them a kiss. “Enjoy your chill time.”
“Enjoy getting knocked up,” Tiff says. “Can’t wait to hear all about it when you get home.”
User 3092 lives in an apartment over in Bankside, nothing crazy special. It’s easy enough to find when the cab pulls up outside. I click arrived on the app, and the instructions come back through. My babby daddy is on the second floor of block one and has a mini balcony. I know my hardcorer side is taking over at full speed when I look up at it and picture myself screaming PUT YOUR BABY INSIDE ME at full volume for the whole neighbourhood to hear. Jeez, I need to put a lid on it. This is just a few hours of fuck time with a roleplay edge to it, no big deal.
Flat Seven, the instructions say. Call me Griff.
The guy who opens the door is nothing like I’d imagined. I’d expected a respectable professor type, for some reason. But this guy is so huge it takes me aback. He’s not all that tall, maybe six foot tops, but he’s mega stocky, with a heavy black beard and strong dark brows. A bit like a biker, with quite a belly on him. I guess it takes all sorts to make the kinky world go round. He’s clearly going to be packing some strength when he slams me later.
I like the idea of that.
“Hey, Holly,” he says and ushers me in.
“Hey, Griff,” I say back, and squeeze his massive arm as I pass him.
I was right. His living room is decked out with pictures of him on a motorbike – one of the big Harley Davidson types. The room is covered in pictures. There are loads of him in groups of people with beers in their hands, as well as biker days out in the sunshine. Mega cool.
I can see why a guy like him would choose me from my profile. I’m clearly his type.