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)
“Of course.”
“Don’t put your pride beyond all else. If you reach your limit, you call time out. End of. You’ll hardly be a failure if you manage twenty grand and not sixty, or even if you decide it’s not for you after ten minutes and get right back in the car again. It’s a proposal, Ells, not an Olympics contest.”
I see his concern, I get it, but for me it’s much more than just a proposal. Being an entertainer has given me a sense of myself I never saw coming. Proposals excite me beyond words, and so does the ability to push myself into new territories – experiences that send me sky high with adrenaline, and endorphins and excitement.
I click on accept and show Josh the screen.
“Done. And I won’t be an idiot, ok? If it’s too much, I’ll call time out. Maybe I won’t even make it to the proposal itself. I might get so freaked out, hooded in silence in the back seat that they have to turn the car around.”
Josh laughs. “As if.”
He’s so easy as he sits beside me. Unfazed.
“Have you ever had an offer from the founders?” I ask. “You must have come to their attention as well. How could you not? You’re riding high on the hardcorer scale.”
“No, I haven’t. I guess I’m not their bag.” He stretches his arms out over his head, displaying the gorgeous ripple of his abs. “Shame, though. I’d love a shot at it.”
“You’d want to be a sub for sixty grand?”
“I’d give anything a go. Not just for sixty grand, but for the sheer hardcore joy of it. We’re more alike than you realise, I think, you and I. You don’t give your ambition enough credit. You don’t give yourself enough credit.”
I lean into him, my head against his shoulder, happy.
“I’m coming to, a little more, day by day. Proposal by proposal.” I look at him with a smile. “And every single second I spend with you.”
“Aww, cutie,” he says, and snuggles me tight, wrestling me on top of him.
I love him like this. Sweet Josh, alongside the filthy dirty Weston. A perfect combination. Just like I want to be. The perfect blend of Ella and Holly.
Tomorrow is going to give me one hell of an opportunity.
“How many guys do you think there’ll be?” he asks, then he hitches my skirt up.
I shrug. “What if the founders are all women?”
“That would be interesting, but somehow I doubt it.”
I feel his hard cock against my thigh. He tugs my panties aside.
“What if,” his cock presses at my pussy, “all the guys have ladders? Think you could handle that?”
I slide my hand down between us, grip his cock and squeeze at the piercings.
“Maybe not,” I tell him, “this one’s more than enough for me.”
“You say that now…”
“I’ll always say that.”
He smirks. “Hmm, I’m not so sure. I think you could handle more.”
“Maybe one day we’ll find out. But right now, I’m going to ride the fuck out of this one.”
I rise up and impale myself as our lips meet, and I fuck his amazing cock, slowly as we kiss. There is no pounding from Josh tonight, just heady lovemaking. Yes, that’s what is.
Kissing softly as I ride his laddered dick. Biting and tugging at each other’s lips as we come.
Afterwards, laughing in the shower. Snuggled up in bed, stroking my hair as I fall into sleep.
I feel so good, so wanted, so loved. A total contrast to what tomorrow night might bring.
Josh helps me get ready when the time comes. I browse my wardrobe as he watches, holding up potential outfits. Do I go mega goth, in a bodice and long split skirt, or for cutesy, in a little tutu dress with heels? How about evening wear posh, in one of my expensive designer dresses? Josh grins when I’ve exhausted my supply of possibilities.
“Well?” I ask. “What do you think they’ll like best?”
“I don’t think it makes any difference, baby. You’ll be stripped bare, with a hood over your head by the time they see you. It’s only the driver and the person who strips and cuffs you who’ll get to appreciate it.”
“Good point, but that doesn’t mean I can’t look the part, right?”
“True.” He points to one of the dresses on the rail. A tight, hot, black PVC number with a zip all the way up the front. “Ease of access, and it shows your gorgeous tits off like a dream.”
I take his advice, and I don’t even bother with panties or stockings. Nothing but slip on stilettos. It’ll make my thighs so slippery and wet by the time I get there. A nice early surprise for my clients.
I straighten my hair, even though there is little point, and do my makeup to absolute precision, despite the fact it’ll be out of view.