Chapter 35

User 1543.Male. 34.

Time for a hot,hard duo. See you soon.

Duration:Six hours.

Proposal price: ￡12000 each.

I thoughtJosh would have at least given me some hints or teasers about our first duo by now, but still nothing.

"What kind of stuff does this guy like?" I ask again. "Come on. What's he into? How hardcore is he on the hardcore scale? It must be extreme for that kind of money."

Josh raises an eyebrow, playing with me, tapping his nose like usual. "It'll be a surprise. You can experience it first-hand, no preconceptions."

I remember being hooded and led through to be beaten, fucked and stung a few weeks ago.

"Sounds like another round with the founders," I say.

Josh shakes his head, and he's smiling. "No, no. Nothing like that. This guy has a user profile for starters, but he's definitely a zip mouther. Totally confidential."

"All of our clients are." I look at him. "Don't worry, I'm not going to blab."

"I know, baby. I wouldn't be inviting you if I thought for a second you would. But User 1543 needs total guaranteed privacy."

I'm intrigued now. Josh's tone is different than when he normally talks about clients. I look at my boyfriend and get goosebumps up my arms. The smile on Josh's face says way more than filthy excitement and twelve grand. It screams affection. It screams morning after syndrome.

Hmm, maybe that's the undercurrent…

"So, what is he like, Mr Confidential 1543?" I ask. "Outside of the proposals, I mean. That can't be such a secret."

"Maybe that's more of one, actually." He pauses. "Ok, fine. User 1543 is free flowing. Extreme but kinda… natural. No set rules in stone. Honestly, you'll find out when you meet him, and you'll love it, I swear."

"That's quite the accolade." I run my finger up his chest. "I guess you've been seeing this client a long time."

"You think?"

I nod. "Yeah. I can tell by the way you talk about him. He's not just User 1543 to you, is he?"

"You read me so well." Josh laughs. "Yes. I've been seeing him since I was barely more than a newbie. Mainly solo proposals, me and him, but sometimes he fancies an extra player. It's been six months now since he wanted a duo. It was overdue."

My curiosity rises. I prop myself up on an elbow.

"Six months since he wanted a duo? You and a girl? Who did you take with you last time?"

"Bodica."

"Bodica?" The revelation hits me hard.

I realise we've never had these conversations in such blatant terms. Proposals, no biggie. Used to it. But fucking people we know when we're performing – that still feels a little weird.

Josh doesn't seem all that fazed.

"Yeah, I've fucked Bodica plenty of times, Harlot a few. Devon, a lot. A lot, a lot. He calls me in every time he gets the chance. I've only ever taken Bodica to User 1543, though. You'll be a fresh player to him."

I've never really thought about things like this. We were out for a meal the other night with these guys, just a load of friends hanging out together – until I was throwing up in the bathroom, that is. But of course, Josh has fucked all of them. Well, nearly all of them. I've only fucked Mack, the prick, and that felt weird enough when he was there in front of me.

"I'm sure you'll end up doing them, too," Josh says. "You'll take a double girl proposal when it comes up, won't you?"

"Yeah, sure."

"Who will you take, then? At your fees the proposal is going to be a little bit more hardcore than a double blowjob."

I think through my options. There are a bound to be a fair few entertainers up for a double gig on the forums, but I'd likely need one of the main players. It's common sense that it's going be one of the girls I've met already.

"How about Tiff?" Josh asks, eyes mischievous. "Would you take her?"

That idea feels weird, but strangely hot. I've heard some of her stories – crazy, crazy hardcore – and they are still off my scale, but would I share them with her, if it came down to it? Would I join in if she asked me?

"Probably, yeah," I say, and he holds up his hand for a high five.

"Good call, since she'll have some double up proposals on the horizon. Harlot is going travelling for a few months later this year. She wants to check out Australia."

I get a lurch. Mum and Dad.

"You'd think I'd be the one going travelling to Australia, and she'd be the one playing filth with Tiff, not the other way around."

I get an image of my parents waving me off from Sydney, so proud of their successful daughter. In less than a week, their image may be shattered for ever.

Enough.

No musing on Mum and Dad now. I have to stay clear headed.

"Tell me some more about 1543," I say to Josh. "What's he like?"

"You're still being nosey. Are you going to quit it?" There is no malice in his words, just a fake roll of his eyes.

I put a hand on my hip, giving him a roll of my eyes right back.

"What are we talking? Bondage? Caning? Exhibitionism? Being chased and captured?"

"None of those, and nothing you can't handle. If there was anything I was even slightly dubious of, I'd warn you first."

"Double ass and pussy is a must, right? How about fisting?"

"Well, that depends on how much you're begging for it." He takes my hands, expression serious. "Fine, ok. I'll give you a clue. You'll see me take an absolute pounding in my ass, and you'll see me give it right back to him, as hard as he can handle it. He'll want to share your cunt with me, and your ass, too. He likes stretching. He likes sharing. And when he's in the mood," he looks at my heaving tits, my breaths deepening. "He loves a gorgeous, hot bitch who can handle his fun time." He pretends to zip his mouth shut. "And that's all I'm saying."

"Cool. That's more than enough."

"Good. You can always cancel or call time out, if it comes to it. He's not going to slate your ratings."

That sets the hardcorer fire off in me. I raise my eyebrows.

"I won't be calling time out. Not a chance in hell."

"Is that a promise?"

"Guess we'll find out." I squeeze my thighs together. I've been looking forward to watching Josh fuck a guy's ass for months.

I climb on top of him and grind myself against his cock – the beautiful barbelled beast already primed for action. I'm ready to mount, but he shakes his head and grabs my hips, stopping me in my tracks.

"Hold your horses, baby. Let's save it for later."

I tip my head. "You want me to stop riding you? Wow. That's a first."

He laughs. "No. That's the problem. I'll want to fuck you all afternoon, and I'm not going to be a party pooper. I want to see you full on in your hungry slut mode this evening. No holding back."

"Fine."

He slams me onto my back before I can dismount, grinding his dick between my legs. Tease.

"I love you, Ella," he says. "And I have a suspicion User 1543 is going to love you, too."

"What?"

"Wait and see," he says again, and kisses me before he pulls away. "Coffee time."

"Bastard," I laugh, my clit throbbing. "If he's not worth it, you'll have to make it up to me with twenty orgasms in a row."

I'm intrigued, I really am. This cloak and dagger play of Josh's is new to me. He's revelling in the secrecy, and I wonder why… I wonder what the hell I'm going to find waiting for me on the proposal.

It's a damn sight better than worrying about Connor hitting the call button to Mum and Dad.

Josh keeps flashing me excited glances through lunch at our local cafe. He squeezes my hand as we take a walk through the park – his steps so alive he's almost bouncing. And when the time comes to get ready, he's glowing. He can't stop staring at me.

"I'd go dark lipstick," he says. "Purple. Mega goth."

"Sure thing. He's a goth fan, is he?"

"You could say that."

"It sounds hotter by the second."

"You have no idea."

He's still eyeing me up as I slip into my little black dress and stilettos. I look him up and down, and he isn't ready yet. He's still wearing his tight black t-shirt and jeans.

"About time for you to get suited up, no?"

"He won't be expecting me in a suit. He's cool with casual."

Another anomaly. Josh almost always wears a suit to proposals.

We cab it to the proposal, heading North West, and Josh's foot is tapping in the footwell.

"You nervous?" I ask him, and he shakes his head.

"No. I'm excited. Really, really excited. This is the joint proposal I've been dreaming of."

I take a breath, suddenly anxious I won't live up to his fantasies. I wonder if he's been bigging me up to the client. Will I be able to live up to Bodica? Bodica has quite a reputation.

I summon my newfound confidence. I can do this.

"I call you Weston, right?" I ask Josh.

"No, actually. I was going to tell you when we arrived. He knows what my name is. You can be Holly if you like, though, and you can call me Weston if it makes it easier."

"He knows your name?"

"He knows pretty much everything there is to know about me."

I shoot Josh another stare, my foot tapping in sync, but his smile gives nothing else away. This is weird.

I try out our profile names in my head.

Weston and Holly. Weston and Holly. Weston and Holly.

It doesn't sound natural. I'm not sure the name Weston will be top of my list when I come like a horny bitch and wail it out loud. An orgasm won't be far off, either. I've been desperate for cock all day, and when Josh was showering earlier… when I saw him bending over to soap his lovely ass, ready for play…

"Here we are," the cab driver says, and I jolt back to the present.

A row of huge houses, set back from the road. The one in front of us stands out from the others. You could call it unconventional. The neighbours look like modern urban, upper-class kind of abodes, and his does too, but when we pull up into the private driveway, it's like driving into a Tim Burton movie set. User 1543 has a huge black door, and black window frames… and a jet-black stone pathway leading up to the entrance. Yeah, he definitely likes goth.

He has period style lanterns on each side of the doorway – black. He has plant pots with twisted vines on either side of the path – black.

This is a goth heaven.

Josh's grin is incredible as he clicks arrived on the app. I expect to wait until User 1543 lets us in, but Josh opens the door, and gestures me inside.

"Heath?" he calls, and heads on through to another room, but I don't follow him. Not yet. I'm too overwhelmed by the decor. Black jacquard wallpaper contrasted by strips of white. Modern gothic perfection. He has a huge black framed mirror at the end of the hallway, and above it are some framed pictures…

Black, purple and neon green.

I get a tingle. A knowing. This could be my home, if I was a millionaire. The tiled black and white floor. The grand ebony banister rail. It's like an Ella and Josh combo of epic proportion.

I start as Josh calls out with a Holly. I get my smile ready and step into what I assume to be a living room, and get another tingle. Jeez, what a place. A massive period looking fireplace, with bookshelves on either side. A purple rug… with flecks of green.

Heath has one of the same cushions as Josh does – the one with the big cartoon lips – only Heath's is on a black brocade sofa, not a white leather one. Oh yeah, we share tastes… most likely in more areas than home décor.

"He's just coming," Josh says and gestures through to a kitchen. "He's grabbing some wine."

"Right."

I hear a rattle of glasses, and resist the urge to peek around the doorway, my heart thumping on high alert and my mouth dry enough to need a decent swig of wine. I reach for Josh's hand, then realise I shouldn't. We're co-workers here, not lovers. I'm just a girl Josh brought along for the ride. Literally.

At that, a figure steps through from the kitchen doorway, and sets three glasses down along with an open bottle of red.

Oh… my… fucking… God.

I nearly faint.

Right there and then, I nearly faint.

User 1543 is the same height as Josh, same build, in a black t-shirt himself. He has long black hair, and he's chiselled, angular. Hot. So hot he could be on TV, which makes perfect sense, since he IS on TV. This is Heath Mason. THE Heath Mason. He plays Count Valenti in Nighttime Whispers. I've loved that show for years. YEARS. And Josh knows it. Of course he does! Josh has watched it with me, chilling on a Sunday evening with our feet kicked back on the sofa and all the while they'd been pounding each other's asses. How about that for confidential?!

"Holly, hi!" Heath says, and reaches out to shake my hand. But the handshake is numb, I'm already too consumed by his eyes – a bright blue contrast to his hair – like mine are.

I turn to look at Josh and his grin says it all. He must have been waiting for this moment for months. No wonder he was excited. Talk about electric undercurrents, this is unreal.

And risky…

Josh must have a part of him that's finding this so fucking risky…

He knows that Heath is exactly up my street – I've told him plenty enough times when we were binge watching – and he's chosen to bring me here anyway. He trusts me enough to bring me along, into the home of a man who'd entrap my soul if it wasn't already entrapped by Josh.

I grin at my boyfriend, and he grins back.

And yeah, I get it.

It's not just the fact that Josh is demonstrating the trust he has in me… he's showing the trust I can have in him, too…

Because if Josh was a guy out to fall in love with one of his clients, I imagine this would be the one. I can see it in his eyes, and in the familiarity with which he steps into Heath's arms, his lips straight on Heath's in moments.

Oh fuck, my boyfriend really does like Heath, and from the way Heath is kissing Josh, it's pretty damn clear Heath likes him, too.

And as for me… I'm already so hooked I could watch them make out for hours.

Josh made the right call in making me wait for it.

I'm so excited I could scream.