Chapter 7

Chapter Seven

I havea message from Orla when I finish my shift next day, asking for a video chat update. My stomach churns all the way home as I think of telling her about my experience with User 829.

Her screen is still black with just an O as her name, but I’m in full colour, in at least a semi hot goth setup that I’ve thrown on straight out of my work uniform.

“So,” she says. “How are you coping? How was your experience last night?”

“It was great,” I tell her. “He was pretty awesome.”

“Really? 829 is quite a notorious client.”

I get tingles at the thought of his massive cock in my ass, spreading myself while he pounded me.

“He was hot,” I say. “I could handle it.”

She laughs. “Yeah, a lot of entertainers say that. User 829 shows up as a regular favourite in our surveys.”

It still feels weird, how it’s said so casually. Like User 829 is just a guy on the system. Not a man who feeds you champagne from the bottle and orders you around with finger clicks.

Orla brings me back to the conversation.

“I see you’ve been ticking quite a lot of fresh options on the naughty list. You’re very ambitious.”

And pretty desperate for flights.

I make sure I’m looking right at the camera. “I wasn’t lying when I said I’m quite a dirty girl.”

“Your reviews are backing that up. Very good. Well done.”

“Thank you.”

We talk through my experiences, and I keep my smile at full beam. I don’t tell her that User 1378 was boring and vanilla, I say he was lovely, and as for User 829, I hold back, not wanting to sound like I’m attached to him. He was just a one-night fuck, after all. Or so he should be. My ass is still burning, and my pussy has been throbbing sore all day. But it hasn’t made any difference. I’d still take him all over again.

“You can contact me at any time,” Orla says. “Any questions, concerns, or to talk through specific proposals, I’m always just a message away.”

“Thanks.”

“Oh,” she says. “Now you’ve completed some initial assignments, I’ll add you to the entertainer chat group. It’s quite active.” She chuckles. “You’ll find plenty of hot threads on User 829 if you type him in the search bar.”

My smile drops a little when the call ends. I’m relieved to see Ebony’s online icon next to her name.

Fancy a chat? I type.

She hits the call button straight away and there she is, looking gorgeous as ever.

“I’m fresh from the salon.” She holds up her nails, so striking in neon green. “My next client has a thing for certain colours. Tonight, it’s green. I swear he wants me to look like some kind of alien for him. He wants me in lime green latex, and scrunchies. The kids are going to wonder what the hell’s up with me when I say goodnight later.”

“Latex and scrunchies?” I can’t hold back a laugh. “What the fuck?”

“You’ll come to learn. Proposals can get very, very specific, and our clients can get very, very strange. I’ve seen this guy at least twenty times over the last few years. I’ve been every colour of the rainbow. He wanted me in purple dungarees once. I’m not lying.”

“Jeez.”

“How about you? How are you finding it?”

“I spent a few crazy hours with User 829 last night.”

She raises her eyebrows. “Nice. Not too much for you?”

“No. It was great.”

“People say that. I haven’t had a night with him. He goes for the newbie goth girls with plenty on their naughty list.”

I get a fresh lurch in my stomach.

“He’s always seeking out the fresh prospects, then?”

“Yeah. Quite the opposite of some of the regulars. One entertainer has been seeing the same client every week for seven years straight. She must know him better by now than a member of her family. It’s incredible really.”

I try to imagine that. “Don’t they want more?”

She shrugs. “I don’t think so. She likes being an entertainer, and he keeps on paying. It works well for them. I’m sure you’ll end up with regulars of your own.” She pauses. “That’s if you stay being an entertainer, of course. Think it’s a phase for you, or are you in for the long haul?”

“Until the long-haul flight, at least.” I lean back against my pillows, the laptop on my thighs. “I don’t know. I haven’t really thought about it.”

“Entertainers come and go. Some stay long term. Some leave quick. Some come back and forth as relationships start and finish.” She grins at me. “I dunno, though. I have a feeling you’ll be a long-termer.”

“Really?”

“Call it intuition. You may get hooked on some regulars for starters.”

I wonder who the hell they’d be. Not User 829 from the sounds of it. I won’t get the option.

“Who knows?” I say. “Maybe it’ll be me getting specifically coloured nail extensions at some point.”

She giggles. “Or purple dungarees.”

“They’d have to be goth ones.”

“Halloween print?”

“Something like that.”

I love the easiness of our conversation. I know she must be a fantastic entertainer. Her energy is amazing through video call, like we’re already lifelong friends. She must give that impression to her clients, as well as being a kinky bitch who plays out their fantasies.

“I checked out your new profile by the way,” she tells me with a wink. “Sorry, I’m nosey, but I couldn’t help myself. You’ve ticked one hell of a lot of options.”

“Hardly a hardcorer. Double anal fisting? Just, wow.”

“You might be a hardcorer someday. If you’re ticking off that many options already, you might work your way up the ladder.”

“Or down into the depths of pure, utter filth.”

“The hardcorers love it there. You’ll meet them when you get into the chatroom. Has Orla sent you the link yet?”

I check my notifications in another window, and sure enough, there’s a link waiting for me. “Yeah, she has.”

“Fab! Then get on in there.” She looks down at the corner of her screen for the time. “Shit. I have to go. I’ve got to get myself into latex.”

“Have fun in green scrunchies.”

“I will. He’s awesome at eating pussy.”

I look at the link to the chatroom when she’s gone. I wonder if I’m ready to head in right now, still exhausted from last night’s pounding and my lack of sleep, but I can’t resist. I click on it, and it opens up a new tab with a set up user screen. Holly I type in, but there is already a member called that. Hollyella I use, and it works. I choose a password and I’m in.

Jeez, there are more members in there that I’d have imagined. There are over fifty entertainers online. Group chat is flowing and there are so many threads it’s insane. From types of fetishes, to people asking questions about clients, and another set I hadn’t thought of. Requests for associates. I click on that, and it’s where entertainers are sharing highlights of their proposals with requests attached. Two more entertainers, needed. One guy, one girl. Another post. Who’s up for a threesome tomorrow night? Needs to be blonde. £1300 up for grabs.

I hadn’t even considered that kind of thing.

Of course, the obvious search is eating away at me. I find the search option at the side of the threads and type in User 829. Orla wasn’t lying. There are a lot of conversations about him.

Fucking hell. He has a monster!

Sure does, and he knows how to use it. Holy shit! Why does he only go for the newbies?! Urgh. Fuck, my poor ass.

On and on it goes, and I get a pang as so many other entertainers recount virtually identical experiences to mine. There is no doubt whatsoever, I was definitely a nobody to him. Just another notch on his filthy bedpost.

I need to get him out of my fucking mind.

I get a ping from the main chat thread. Good timing.

Hey, Hollyella! Welcome to the group!

So many people like and comment, and I thank them all, getting caught up in answering questions about who I am and what I’m into. People’s interest is off the scale, and I feel great for it. There is no competition here. Entertainers are clearly from all over the UK, guys, girls, gay, straight, bisexual. None of it matters. It’s all one happy, chatty crew.

I don’t even notice the time whizz by, I’m so engaged by it. My exhaustion leaves me in the dust as I join in with people’s conversations, and chat the evening away. That’s when a new thread pops up.

NEW PROPOSALS! Who’s got what coming in?

Shit. I haven’t checked mine since I’ve been online.

Wow, ok. There are three fresh ones with higher proposal prices than my earlier ones, so I click no to the previous vanillas. These new three are much more interesting. Two want bondage, one of them with heavy use of a paddle. Pussy and ass, with some deepthroat. £1000 each. I could do those, but both of their proposals clearly want my services ASAP – like in the next twenty-four hours – and I can’t right now. I need at least a few nights to recover. I owe it to my body.

It’s the final new proposal that grabs me…

Users 1458 and 1459. Males. Both 25. Just a year older than me.

We want a hot girl to share. Ass and pussy at the same time – a fuck ton of hot DP for us. Call it a quest for a hot, kinky bitch for some party time. Big tits a must. Yours look fucking ace. Don’t be surprised if we talk to you like you’re a dirty little bitch by the way. Call it banter.

Duration – 4 hours.

Proposal price – £4000.

I have to blink twice. Have they made a typo?

Four grand for four hours with two guys?!

I look up the address and it’s one hell of a hotel in Chelsea. Fuck, these guys must have some money. It’s an easy click for me.

I look at their calendar options. Saturday night is on there, which is no problem. It’ll give me a few days to recover from User 829. I select that one, and it’s a goer. Deal confirmed.

Fucking hell, I can’t stop staring at the screen. On Sunday morning, I’ll have more money in my account than I’ve ever had in my life – another £3200 on my balance after agency fees. Insane.

My trip to Australia is looking a whole load more likely by the second. My parents are going to get a jingle bells in person from me this year.

I’m grinning as I settle down to sleep. On Saturday night it’s going to be double penetration party and a little bit of banter in Chelsea.

Yes. Fucking. Please.