Chapter 4

Chapter Four

I workat lightning speed over the next few days, providing everything the agency needs from me. I sign some official looking documentation, and dash to a clinic on my lunch break for an STI test on Tuesday – forwarding a copy of the results as soon as they come in. The job description I’m signing up to is nothing like my actual role, of course. The authorities wouldn’t be happy to receive a copy of the ‘naughty list’ with my achievements ticked off to justify my wages. Officially, I’m in PR.

I tell Ebony I’ve been accepted as soon as I receive the message, and she gives me a video call, beaming as I thank her from the bottom of my heart.

“Amazing! When do you start?”

“I’ve got a meeting with Orla in just over an hour. She’s going to talk me through setting up my profile, but as for actually starting? I don’t know. As soon as I get a client who wants me, I guess.”

“Don’t worry about that, baby. Demand is off the scale right now, and you’re one hell of a stunner.”

This is such a contrast to how life was a few weeks ago. I’m no longer focused on Connor, ruminating on every memory we ever shared. Instead, my thoughts are filled with the ideas of clients, money, and the absolute drive to see Mum and Dad. The fire in my stomach isn’t about my ex-boyfriend anymore, it’s about ambition. It’s about me.

“Good luck,” Ebony says when my meeting is about to start, and I hang up with a thanks.

I log into the agency site via incognito mode, and Orla begins to talk me through my profile. I’m fascinated, scrolling through the upload photos and the about me section I have to fill in. A video intro section, too. Then, I see it. The naughty list. Whoa, I know the agency told me they had restrictions on new entertainers, but the limited version of the naughty list really is limited. Anal is the most extreme option I have on there, and even that is listed as toy and cock only, singular. No stretch play.

“It’s for your safety, and our clients’ satisfaction,” Orla says. “Once we have your first review in and logged, we’ll evaluate your options.”

“Great, thanks. When will that be?”

Fuck, I hope I don’t sound desperate. I’m glad Orla doesn’t know my motivation is down to the cost of flights in December and getting across to my parents’ place. I’ve only got a month to go, tops, so I need to make it count.

“Don’t worry. We ask our clients to complete the feedback form as soon as possible,” Orla says. “As long as it’s a good review, we’ll give you the control.”

“Ok, great.”

“So…” she says. “What’s your profile name going to be?”

I’ve thought this through already. It’s apt. This is my Christmas finance solution after all.

“Holly,” I tell her.

“Holly?”

“Yeah, I went for festive and cute. I’m sure there are plenty of Elviras and Jezebels and Lilliths on here already.”

She laughs. “There are a few, yes. I like Holly. It’s… sweet.”

“Hopefully your clients like it, too.”

“They will. Right. Get to it, fill in your sections, and we’ll get your profile live as soon as it’s done.”

I tick everything on my limited naughty list, and upload some dirty pictures Connor took of me when we were playing. I record at least five versions of my video intro before I’m happy, stumbling over my words until I get them right. Then I click submit, and I wait, tapping my fingers on my dressing table, heart thumping.

I get the notification and the link to my live profile about twenty minutes later. I look at myself onscreen, and I can’t believe it, seeing myself advertised like this. I play my own video on loop, and scroll through my own pictures, wondering if they will be enough to attract clients. I’ve got Mum’s good looks, and my pictures are filthy hot, but there must be so many entertainers, so many options for clients to choose from.

I jump as my first message icon shows at the top of the screen. My hands are shaking as I click to open it.

Proposal – User 1378. Male. 39.

Fuck. FUCK. I could cheer out loud. Someone wants me.

Several items from the naughty list are ticked off on their proposal. Oral. Vaginal. Two hours maximum.

Blowjob and different positions, his request says. Doggy style is my favourite. Short goth dress. Fishnets.

Duration – 2 hours.

And the fee he offers…

£400

Hardly enough to retire on, but it’s my first go, and it’s basic play. Like really basic. I’m sure I can suck someone’s dick and offer them my pussy for that amount of cash to land in my bank account. I’d earn more in two hours than I make in three whole full shifts at work. I don’t even think about it before I click accept. The calendar comes up once I’ve accepted. Three options.

The first is for tomorrow night. The address is a B&B in East London. I look it up and it seems ok. Nothing grotty. Should be fine to get to on the tube. Yeah, I can do it. It’s another click from me.

I get the confirmation message through, and it’s there, outlined. Set in stone.

At 9 p.m. tomorrow night, I’ll be fucking a stranger for £400.

Ebony is still online, so I call her. I can’t sit still, shuffling on my stool and fanning my face with my hands.

“I have my first client.”

“FUCK YES! That is ridiculously fast, by the way. You’re going to ace it. What do they want?”

“He wants basic. Blow job and pussy. He offered four hundred quid.”

She nods. “Four hundred. That’s alright. Easy enough.”

“How much does the cash go up? You said the hardcorers are in a different league. How much do they get offered?”

She leans back in her seat. “The highest I’ve heard of is 150k.”

I blink at her. “One hundred and fifty thousand pounds?!”

“Yep. She earnt it though, believe me. Don’t ask.” She does the zipper gesture over her mouth. “Confidential. You can ask them yourselves in group chat when you get added.”

I wonder what the hell the entertainer did for one hundred and fifty thousand pounds. I wonder what I would do for one hundred and fifty thousand pounds right now. It’s not a hard question. I’d do just about anything…

It only makes me more determined to get my naughty list extended. Quickly.

I barely sleep that night, tossing and turning – my entire body thrumming at the thought of being a whore. I imagine a hot, dirty guy as my client and get myself off, but it doesn’t help me sleep. The nerves are just too strong. I look at my clock so many times I lose count, and then, when sleep finally does get me, I almost doze through my alarm.

I’m like a rabbit on speed dashing about the place to get ready for work, but I’m glad about it. Adrenaline is going to be a very, very good friend of mine this evening. I try to ignore the waves of panic at work, doing my best to keep my mind on tomato ketchup stocks and not on offering my pussy to a stranger, but it’s hard. Understatement of the century.

I grab a sandwich as a token dinner as soon as my shift ends, and I’m out of the door, bounding down to the tube station. The trip back to my place is such a blur that I barely notice my tuna mayo as I munch it, my actions on autopilot as I get off at my stop, charge down the street, let myself into the house and head on upstairs. I already know the dress I’ll be wearing. I lay it out on my bed before I shower and shave. I blow dry my hair and put my makeup on, being careful not to snag my fishnet holdups as I pull them up my legs. I choose decent stilettos, then I slip my dress on. Short and velvet, hugging me tight and barely covering my ass when I walk. I spin in front of the mirror. Yes. I live up to my profile video, and I’ve followed my client’s requests. I hope he appreciates my efforts.

With that, I wrap myself in my long black coat and head to my destination.

I click arrived on the incognito app as I stand outside, and get a ping back straight away.

Head up to room 5.

A woman smiles as I arrive at the reception desk, and I point up the stairs behind her.

“I have a friend waiting for me. In room five.”

“Sure,” she says. “Next floor up. Furthest on the right.”

“Thank you.”

My legs are trembling as I make the climb, and I’m shitting myself, beyond any nerves I’ve ever known as I walk down the hall. I wish I’d downed a couple of shots of vodka first as I see the number 5 on the door.

My palms are sweating as I build up the courage to knock, but that’s ok. I’m five minutes early. Plenty of time.

Breathe, Ella, just breathe.

Except I’m not Ella here. I’m Holly. I’m Holly the entertainer, and it’s time to take on my role. I think of booking flights, and the £400 – minus the agency cut, that will be in my bank account very soon.

I smile as I knock, hoping User 1378 doesn’t realise how terrified I am. I do everything I can not to baulk and run as the door swings open, and there he is, my client. My first client.

User 1378 isn’t some crazy, hot megastar, or a monster of a mountain man, or a sinister looking guy from the head of the mob somewhere. He’s just a guy with brown hair and thin rimmed glasses. He’s as tall as me in my stilettos, slim, but not muscular. Just a regular kind of passerby I’d barely notice in the street. He’s not in a tux, or head to toe in leather, just a pale blue shirt and jeans. He steps aside to let me in, and it’s a nice enough room with a decent double bed. It’s bright, and warm, and he’s drawn the curtains closed. There is nothing ominous here in the slightest.

“Hey, Holly,” he says, and gestures to the dressing table. “Want a drink first, before we get down to it?”

He has a wine bottle there, already open. I recognise the brand from the store. It was on offer last week.

“Sure, thank you,” I say, and he pours me a glass. It’s not even chilled, but that’s ok. It’s welcome. I almost forget and go to ask him his name, but luckily, I remember in time. He’s User 1378 and nothing more.

I slip off my coat, and he looks me up and down before he takes it from me and hangs it on the back of the door. I give him a cheeky smile as I take another sip of my wine, and I see the want in his eyes as he gazes at my cleavage. I like that. I find I’m wondering how big his cock is, shooting a look at the bulge of his jeans.

It feels a lifetime since I’ve taken one inside me.

“I absolutely love your tits,” he says, and I give him a sweet laugh.

“Thanks. You haven’t even seen them yet, though. Not in the flesh.”

“How about we remedy that?”

I put my wine glass down and close the distance between us, beginning to pull down my dress zip. It becomes clearly obvious that User 1378 has done this before. He takes over from me without a moment’s hesitation, loosening my dress until he can tug it down enough to free my tits.

“Yeah, even better in the flesh,” he says.

“Thank you.”

He strokes me, playing, flicking my nipples with his thumbs. Gentle.

I find myself wanting to say harder, but I can’t. This is his show not mine. I remember Orla’s instructions. Play their game, not yours.

“That feels good,” I tell the man in front of me, and hold my tits up for him to play some more. Inviting. I wish he’d pinch and tug my nipples, and grip nice and tight, but he doesn’t, just keeps stroking with a smile.

It’s instinct that has me clenching my thighs, my body wanting sex, even with a stranger. I arch my back, hoping he’ll drop his head and use his mouth on me, but he doesn’t. He does the opposite. He pulls me in for a kiss.

I’m not expecting the way his tongue swirls around mine as he grunts like a teenager with a boner. I kiss him back, still clenching my thighs and clinging onto the forbidden. He’s a stranger in a hotel room, and I’m being paid for it. I use that thought like a mantra.

His kiss gets more frantic as he walks me backwards towards the bed. It’s me who shimmies my dress off and steps out of it, running my hands up and down his back as though I’m as desperate as he is. I find I’m moaning against his mouth as he keeps on teasing my nipples, hitching myself against him like I can’t stop.

My fingers aren’t nervous anymore as I unbutton his shirt, still kissing him. My eyes are on his as I sweep my hands down his chest to his belt and set it free.

“You’re so fucking hot,” I say between kisses, and being Holly is becoming much easier than I thought.

Holly thinks User 1378 is the hottest man alive. I look at him as though he is, murmuring about how much I want his cock in my mouth as I palm him through his jeans.

“Please,” I say. “Please, let me see.”

“You can show me first,” he says, playfully, and I do as I’m told. I slide my panties down and push him away far enough that he can see me in my full glory, still in my stockings and stilettos, with my hands on my hips. I rock for him, then run my fingers from my tits to my pussy, squatting just a little so I can push two fingers inside myself. Yeah, he likes that. I can see it in his eyes.

“I’m so fucking horny,” I tell him, and let my fingers work their own magic, while watching a stranger watching me. It’s a performance, and I’m the one taking centre stage, moaning as I work my clit like the slut I’m being paid to be.

He pushes down his jeans as he watches me, and kicks them to the side, still keeping his socks on. His dick is ok, but not exactly a monster. I drop to my knees as he presents it, gazing up at him with fluttering lashes as I open my mouth in invitation.

He thrusts his hips a couple of times before he gives it to me, as though he’s holding back a grand prize.

“Suck my dick, Holly,” he says finally, and I do what I’m told, gripping his thighs as I take him right the way to the back of my throat. In and out, I work him, lips popping, and tongue lapping, murmuring like his is the hottest cock I’ve had in my life.

My clit is still tingling, and my nipples are still hard, sure, but this is a game of Holly and not me. In my game, he’d be wrapping my hair around his fist and fucking my face like I’m the slut he’s paying me to be. He’d be talking filthy, and thrusting rough, and telling me how he’s going to make me earn every fucking penny. But no. User 1378 is just someone with a hard dick who fancies a goth girl. A fair enough fantasy, and I must be fulfilling it. It’s clear it won’t take all that much talent on my part to get him to spurt for me. I feel his balls tense after no time, and he pushes me away with a fuck, wait.

Ok. It’s obvious that there won’t be a round two once he’s unloaded. He’s definitely a one load only kind of guy. I’ll have to be careful if I’m going to give him the full two hours he’s paying for…

I moan, reaching for his cock again, even though I know full well he’ll hold it away. He grins down at my enthusiasm, believing me.

“Not yet,” he says. “You’re too hot. You’ll make me come.”

“Maybe I could come first?” I ask. “I’d love to come in front of you. I want to show you how wet my pussy is before you slam your cock inside me.”

Slam might be an overstatement, but it’s clear he likes the concept. He smirks, then takes a swig of wine, right from the bottle.

“Yeah. Show me.”

I position myself on the bed, hitching my legs to show off my fishnets as well as my pussy. My eyes are on him as I splay my pussy lips with my fingers, demonstrating how wet I am, glistening.

“Please, help me,” I say, and he nods before putting down the wine bottle. He sits next to me on the bed, and I let him take over my pussy play, wrapping my arms around his neck to pull him in for another long round of wet kisses. I could do this all night. It’s easy.

He doesn’t exactly find my clit and work the right spot, but he gives it some effort, at least. He pushes three fingers inside me, and that feels good, so I shift my angle until I like it even more, rocking myself against him. When he’s working a good rhythm I guide him down by his shoulders, murmuring on purpose.

“You’re so fucking good,” I say. “This is so hot. It’s so fucking hot. Please, kiss my tits like that.”

For Holly it is hot. He plays with me and I tease his dick as he switches his kisses from my tits to my mouth, on a repeat cycle. I guide his hand, so his thumb is against my clit again, but he doesn’t keep it there, just keeps thrusting the same three fingers inside me. It’s nice. It’s fine. It’s just… boring.

Not for User 1378, though. He’s so in the zone he’s grunting as he fingers me harder, showering me with compliments between kisses, before he curses and pulls away from me, fisting his cock.

“You’re fucking incredible,” he says and I hitch my legs wide for him.

I don’t need any prep in the slightest as he slides his cock inside me. It’s a nice sensation, but nothing major. I wrap my legs around his hips and urge him on with frantic breaths, realising this could well be the first time I really fake an orgasm in my life. But I don’t want to do that. I don’t want to be a fraud. Holly is an entertainer, not a fraud.

User 1378 presses his weight down onto me, hips thrusting, and I gasp against his mouth, building my own jerking movements up underneath him like he’s driving me insane, but it’s me who drives me insane. I let my thoughts run riot, telling myself what a slut I am, fucking a stranger in this hotel room. I focus on his cock sliding inside me and revel in being this kinky, pleasing him like I should, because he deserves it. He deserves everything I have to give him.

“You’re going to make me come,” I say, deliberately pushing him up so I can see his cock sliding in and out of me, and then I use the advantage of the position to slide my own fingers down between my legs, working my clit as he fucks me.

“My God, this feels so fucking good,” I tell him.

“Yeah,” he says. “It fucking does.”

He fucks me faster, and harder. I moan louder, fingers working like a dream as I focus on being a dirty whore who wants to come with a stranger’s cock inside her. I urge him on, faster, FASTER, and when I do reach the peak, it’s genuine, my gasps real as I clench around his cock and moan right up at him.

“Yes! That’s it! That’s it! Don’t come yet, please! Don’t come!”

He grits his teeth, and I’m glad he manages to hold it together, because we haven’t reached his preference yet. We haven’t ticked all the boxes of a five-star review.

I shift position as soon as I’m done coming, rolling straight onto my front and presenting my pussy for him, dripping wet.

“I need doggy style, please,” I tell him. “It’s my absolute favourite.”

“Mine, too.”

He rubs his cock up and down against me, and for a moment, I think he’s going to bend the naughty list and fuck my ass. I’d love that. I really would. But he doesn’t do it. He pushes back inside my pussy, slamming hard, but not hard enough to excite me. I bounce back against him, flesh slapping flesh, twisting so I can look at him over my shoulder, smiling with every thrust he makes.

It’s good. Kind of.

I play with my clit again, still tingling from last time, and tell myself again that I’m a slut fucking a stranger, but it doesn’t work so well. It would take me a long time to build to another orgasm, and it’s time I don’t have. User 1378 is bucking out of control in three minutes tops, gripping my hips and losing himself, eyes shut as he comes.

I’m not used to sex like this, so standard. I want hair pulling, and ass slapping, and anal as well as pussy – at least a little stretch – but User 1378 is done and finished in a few frantic thrusts. He collapses onto his back beside me with a huge grin on his face, like we’ve had the fuck of a lifetime.

“You’re one hell of a girl, Holly.”

“Thanks,” I say. “You’re one hell of a guy, too.”

I give him an extra kiss, and offer him my tits for another play, but I was right. He’s a one load only guy. His interest is already waning.

“Want another drink?” he asks as he gets up from the bed.

“Yeah, I’d love one, thank you.”

We finish up the bottle of wine together, chatting about how crazy hot the sex was, and I play the final round of being Holly, with eye flutters as he puts his jeans back on.

“Time’s nearly up.” He sighs. “I’ve got to go soon. I’m really sorry.”

“Shit, I’ll get ready,” I reply, and scurry to get dressed, but he holds up a hand.

“No, no. Stay as long as you like. I’ve just got to get across the city. I have things to do.”

Work, I hope, but somehow I doubt it. I imagine User 1378 has a regular life out there somewhere to match his regular sex tastes, but that’s none of my business. It’s not my job to speculate. It’s my job to give him what he’s paying for.

“Thanks so much,” I say as he waves goodbye. “That was incredible.”

“Likewise. You are a star, Holly. An absolute star.”

I love the sense of pride I feel at his grin as he leaves me there, in his B&B bedroom. I really have lived up to his proposal, and given him everything he asked for. I did it. I really did it. I was the entertainer he asked for, and more besides. I only hope he tells the agency the same thing on the feedback form.

I get dressed slowly, and finish up the final dregs of wine, set to make my own exit when a buzz comes through on my phone.

My review is in. Rating 5 stars. Truly excellent. Perfect tits. Great smile. Kinky beauty.

I check my bank account and the money’s there already – £320.

Thank fuck for that, because it’s obvious what I need as I leave the B&B, my clit already craving more kink, more challenge, more filthiness – and a load more cash. I need the naughty list available to me in all its dirty glory, every single option, ripe for my choosing.

There’s no doubt about it whatsoever now. I’m flying so high that I grin at the stars.

I’m going to be a very, very bad girl for Christmas…