Chapter 8

Chapter Eight

Users 1458 and 1459. Males. Both 25.

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.

Jesus Christ,this gig will be enough to set me up with my flights. Just four hours of hot action and kinky banter and I’ll be able to book my travel. And then what? I smile as I take my cab to Chelsea, grinning in the back seat with pure relief.

I know what next. Money for presents, and spending during my trip, and so much more… If I keep doing this, I can clear my debt. I can get my own place. I can have a life again.

I tell myself not to get carried away. There only two things I should be thinking about right now. Users 1458 and 1459. I need another five-star review.

The hotel is a crazy rich one. The lights outside are huge domes lighting up the courtyard, and the black and gold doors are tall, guarded by two lion statues, one either side. This place is magnificent. The cab pulls up on the gravel, and I click arrived on the app before I pay the cab driver. I’m expecting a room number to ping through, but I don’t get one.

In the bar is all the message says.

In the bar? How the hell am I supposed to recognise them?

I head straight through reception, knowing the staff are whispering about me in my long black coat and stilettos. My hair is loose and curled, and my lipstick is dark purple. I stand out in this place by a clear mile.

I’ve never been anywhere like this in my life.

I hear the bar easily before I arrive there – a hustle and bustle of a room off to the right. It’s busy with posh guests, in suits and glamour dresses, and I’ve no idea who I’m looking for. Two guys aged 25… I’m scanning the place when I hear a wolf whistle, and there they are. A pair of guys sitting on barstools with one empty one between them. They wave me over with cheers, making a raucous spectacle, but they don’t seem to give a shit about that.

I know the whole bar is watching me as I approach them. I feel tottery on my heels, shy and exposed and out of my comfort zone, but I force myself to hide it, pasting on confidence as one of them pats the stool between them. I tell myself that I’m Holly here. The entertainer. I’m going to live up to it, whatever it takes.

The guy on my left is blond, in a posh smoking jacket and bow tie, clearly born with a silver spoon in his mouth. The one on my right has hot ginger hair, slimmer, in a tight-fitting suit jacket with jeans. These two look like they own the place, clearly tipsy as they spin on their stools to check me out.

“I’ll take your coat,” blond guy says, and I hope he doesn’t notice I’m trembling as I hand it over. I’m not dressed for this place, in my tiny PVC skirt and fishnets. My tits are on display in my tight matching crop top, my cleavage on show to the world. Come on, Holly, I tell myself. Be an entertainer.

I’m being examined by the Users. Their eyes rove all over me, and they give each other a nod and a high five, right in front of me.

“Good choice,” the ginger haired guy says to his friend.

“Yeah, I knew she’d be a good one.”

They don’t even say hello. Mr Ginger hair points to the drinks displayed behind the bar.

“What do you want?” he asks me.

“I’ll have a Coke, please.”

“A Coke? Come on. That’s hardly party fuel.”

I lean forward, checking out the selection, and I sum up the confidence from the depths of me. They want a party girl, they can have one.

“Alright, then. I’ll have a champagne, thank you. The finest.”

“Good call,” Blondie says. He taps on the bar for the bartender’s attention. “A bottle of De Chante, please.”

“Coming right up, Mr Leonard.”

“Ooh, dear.” Mr Leonard fake laughs at me as the bartender gets to work. “You aren’t allowed to know our full names, are you?”

I’ve read that in the terms of service, yes – no asking for names.

“I’m now allowed to ask for names, no.”

“Fuck the terms of service. We’ll give them to you anyway. I’m Dean,” the ginger guy says with a grin. “And that’s Ryan.”

“Pleased to meet you. I’m Holly.”

“Yeah, right, sure you are.” Dean checks his watch, clearly a Rolex. “You’re nice and prompt, Holly. Just as well since we’re paying you four grand for this filthy experience. You have a pair of cracking hot tits. Even better than your photos.”

The bartender hears that, but pretends not to. He sets up three glasses on the counter and pops the cork.

Great. So now he knows I’m a prostitute, and so does everyone else in earshot.

I take a swig of my drink before I answer the lovely Dean. I shouldn’t break the terms, but I do.

So this is banter? Fine. I’ll take it. I flick my hair out of the way, propping an elbow on the bar as I answer him.

“Thanks. I hope you have a cracking hot cock when you fuck me with it later.” I raise my voice. “I am being paid to use it, after all.”

I’m sure the people around us must hate it. I can feel the crackle of disbelief in the air, but neither of these guys give a shit. It’s clear they’re loving it.

“My cock is bigger than Dean’s,” Ryan tells me. “His is puny compared to mine.”

“You’re talking shit and you know it.” Dean slaps his hand on my thigh. “Don’t worry. Ryan can say what he wants. He’s full of tosh.”

These guys are so arrogant and cocky, they’re practically snorting with their own self-worth. Dean’s hand stays on my thigh and climbs higher, slipping underneath my skirt, but it’s not my job to give a shit about that. I spread my legs so he can do what he wants, and take another sip of my champagne. It’s delicious.

“How long have you been a slut?” Ryan asks.

I keep up the cheeky banter, “Since the first time I rubbed myself off on the living room carpet while Mummy wasn’t looking.”

He laughs at that. “Ok, I’ll rephrase it. How long have you been an entertainer?”

“About a week.”

“A fucking week?!”

I look him right in the eyes. “Yes. About a week.”

“Jesus. You’d better be a good one, then. Or we’ll ask for a refund.”

He gives another snort laugh, but my heart speeds up, in case he’s serious. My flights are on the line here.

“Don’t worry.” I lean right into him and run a finger up his shirt. “I will be.”

Dean’s hand reaches my crotch on his climb, and I hold the inner quakes deep. Nobody else in this room matters. Not their opinions, not their tastes, not their whispers or looks of disgust. The 4k is coming from these two, not from them. I spread my legs so Dean’s hand can hook inside the lace of my panties and graze my pussy.

“She’s wet as all fuck,” he announces to Ryan.

“I’m always wet,” I say. “I’m a slut because I like getting fucked, not just for the money.”

“We should have offered you a lot less for it then, shouldn’t we? We’ll know that for next time.”

No, Holly is worth 4k. I’m going to make sure of it.

I lean back so they get full sight of my cleavage, my tits straining the fabric. I neck my champagne, and gesture for them to pour me another glass of high-end fizz, and Ryan does it for me. Fuck the pair of them and their dickhead chatter. I down that one as well.

I can handle these guys. Some of Connor’s friends were full of banter, they just didn’t have millions in their bank accounts to go along with it – most likely from their mummies and daddies. These two would be a lot easier to deal with in the privacy of a hotel room, though.

“Are you going to get another bottle or two to take upstairs?” I ask them. “I hope you’re going to give me cock for the next four hours, not just parade me in the bar. Time is ticking, gentlemen.”

They look at each other, and Ryan shrugs. Dean orders three bottles from the bartender, paying with an Am-ex card like he’s a high roller. He holds two of the bottles up to me to show off.

“Fine, let’s go,” Ryan says, taking the other bottle as well as my coat as they lead me away. I don’t realise how tense I’ve been until we’re heading upstairs in an elevator, just the three of us. It’s a relief to be out of public viewing.

“Time to fucking party,” Dean says as he swipes their suite door open with a key card.

They don’t close the curtains, just dump the champagne on one of the counters and get right on me, shoving me down onto the bed like a toy. I don’t stop them as they drop down beside me on the huge mattress, just raise my hands above my head invitingly and give myself up to being theirs. The champagne has certainly taken the edge off my nerves.

Ryan pulls my top down and frees my tits, and Dean has my skirt off in seconds, rubbing my pussy through my panties.

“I hope you two are going to fuck me good,” I say, thinking of the review I want from these rich pair of jokers. “You promised a fuck ton of DP in your proposal.”

I’m still horny about the idea of taking two dicks at once, no matter who they belong to. It’s been a long-term fantasy I’ve been dreaming of. Ryan’s mouth is surprisingly good on my tits as he sucks at me, and Dean’s managing to catch my clit really well as he slides his fingers up and down my slit.

Their arrogance does seem to have a solid foundation in here.

“Nice,” I say, and move against the pair of them. “You’ve got some real talent there.”

I know they’re going to love me stoking their egos.

Dean pulls my panties off, and I help Ryan with my crop top. I’m still in stockings and stilettos, but I’m on full display now and I give myself up to it, offering my tits back to Ryan with a moan, and spreading my legs open wide for Dean. I let them know I want it.

“Do what you want,” I say, making sure I laugh and remember party time. “You’re paying a decent whack for me, aren’t you? Take advantage of the goods, boys.”

“Don’t worry,” Dean says. “We fucking will.”

The banter is leaving the room now, I hear it in his voice. He pushes three fingers right the way inside my pussy, but I don’t so much as flinch. Just whimper for him, letting my character take over.

“You’re so fucking good,” I tell them, and give myself up to the sensations. My body is thrumming on instinct. I always want cock as soon as my clit’s sparked, and Dean’s stoking the fire.

They don’t play long before Ryan’s stripping his suit off. He presents his cock like a trophy, and in fairness to him, he has a right to. He’s pretty big. Impressive.

I take him in my mouth when it’s offered, slurping as I stare up at him through my long, fake lashes. He bulges my cheek and I grin around his dick, my eyes switching to Dean who’s stripping himself bare between my legs.

Dean arrives up at my head on the other side of me, both of them up on their knees. Ryan was talking millimetres, not inches, when he said he had the bigger dick. Taking both of them at once is going to be both a feat and a pleasure.

“My turn,” Dean says, and twists my face away from Ryan’s, my spit trailing.

He fucks my face harder than Ryan, more seriously, and I bob my head up at him like the kinky bitch they’re paying me to be. It must be working, because they struggle to share, twisting my face from one to the other as they slam their cocks in my throat.

“Both at once,” I gurgle around Dean’s dick. “Do it. Fill me up.”

“Dirty bitch,” Dean says, and Ryan pushes his cock in as well, ballooning my cheeks. My eyes are watering as they mash their dicks together and fuck my face, but I encourage them, giggling and moaning, slurping for more.

I am a dirty bitch, and I can show it.

My hand slips between my legs, but these two are so busy fucking my face they don’t even notice. I hook my fingers inside myself to get myself ready, and it spurs me on. My gasps are for real as I fuck myself, my palm rubbing my clit as I do it.

I picture the two cocks in my mouth pounding me in my ass and pussy at the same time, and I love the sense of the competition between them. I can already feel their rivalry fuelling their fires. Why not fucking fuel them some more?

“Which one of you is going to fuck me the hardest?” I ask them once I’ve gulped in some air. “I love it nice and rough.”

They both shove their cocks back in my mouth as they eye each other up. Yeah, I am right. There’s rivalry here. Maybe they’ve been schoolfriends, competing since they were young? Who knows? Who even cares?

Not Holly the whore.

I wait for another air break before I keep on going.

“Who’s usually the best? You must know it by now. Who’s going to get me off the hardest?”

“Me,” Dean says, but Ryan gives him a sneer.

“Whatever, Dean. You know I always top the charts at everything.”

“Fuck off, Ryan. We’ll see.”

Yes, we will…

I gurgle some more, still working my own pussy, knowing my face is covered in streams of spit. It’s Dean who discovers I’m playing with myself, slapping my hand away when he realises.

“Cheeky little fucking bitch, using your cunt before we do.”

“I can’t help myself.” I flutter my lashes. “I’m just too fucking horny.”

It definitely pushes his buttons. His cock is away from my mouth in seconds, and he’s storming down the bed, slamming himself balls deep in my pussy in one.

I cry out, and it’s not fake.

“Mmm,” I moan around Ryan’s cock, still bulging my cheek out. “Yeah, like that, Dean. Fuck me.”

“Your profile isn’t lying, is it? You’re a dirty bitch,” Dean says, and I nod as best I can.

I think of the review. What it will mean for me. What the cash will look like in my bank account.

“Yes, I fucking am,” I say. “I’m a dirty bitch who needs cock.”

Banter is long forgotten now. This shit is getting serious. Ryan straddles my face to jam his cock right down my throat, and Dean fucks my pussy like he’s on a mission. I grip Ryan’s ass cheeks and urge him to pound my throat deeper, and I wrap my legs around Dean, coaxing him to slam me harder. Yes. I can do this. I want to do this. I want to be the best reviewed entertainer on the site…

I know Ryan is bracing himself to stop himself coming, my mouth working magic on his dick. I don’t slow down. My hands keep gripping his ass, my moans still begging, and he curses, because he can’t stop.

“I’m gonna fucking come already,” he tells Dean. “The bitch is just too good.”

“Yeah… her pussy is too fucking good, too. Fuck it.”

Both guys come for me, both at once. Dean ploughs and grunts as he comes in my pussy as Ryan spurts his load right down my throat.

I’m so fucking proud of myself as they roll away from me, both of them gripping their balls as they recover.

I watch them, making sure my smile is teasing as I relax on my side.

“Please don’t say that’s all you’ve got for me. I need more. I want to get stretched by two dicks at once, remember? That’s why I clicked on your proposal…”

Dean’s eyes are fierce.

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head. You’ll get way fucking more than that, just give us a minute.”

I point to the champagne bottles.

“Can I have some while I wait, please? I love being spoiled.”

“Glug all you want,” Dean says. “You’ll need it to take us both. Your pussy is so fucking tight we’ll tear you open with two at once.”

I get up from the bed and grin at him.

“Now you’re talking.”

I look at myself in the mirror as I pop a cork and swig expensive champagne from the bottle. My makeup is a state, and I’ve got spit all over my chin, but I’m grinning. I never thought this would come so easily. Playing a role, being a servant – a slut for cash, but I’m changing. I’m living in a horny drama school, playing to my strengths like I was born for it, and that’s what I want it to be. A horny actress in a role where I get richer, and dirtier, and my reviews keep getting better, time after time.

Dean and Ryan are still catching their breath, bantering again about who of them is going to fuck me hardest as I stand in front of them and drink their expensive champagne. They join in and glug some champagne for themselves, and I learn a bit about them as they regale me with chatter. As I suspected, they were school buddies, who were on opposite teams in virtually every sports class they ever had. Friends and competitors. It seems to work for them. Their closeness is obvious, even when they are jibing each other like idiots.

They’re clearly so well off, I doubt they’ll even notice the 4k disappearing from their bank accounts.

Ryan gets another hard-on first. He fists it as he downs some more of bottle number two. Dean’s not ready yet, so points to the bed.

“Why don’t you bounce on his cock and jiggle those big fucking tits of yours? I’ll be joining you in a minute.”

Ryan clearly likes the idea of that. He’s straight on over to the bed, relaxing on his back with his head on a pillow. After another glug of fizz, I place the bottle on the bedside table and climb onto the bed as sexily as I can muster. I straddle him reverse cowgirl, sinking down onto his cock with a moan that is partly real.

“Ride the fuck out of him!” Dean says. “I want to see those gorgeous tits bounce.”

I go for it, riding Ryan like he’s a bronco, up and down, tits bouncing hard and heavy for Dean. His cock is getting hard again now, his eyes are dirty.

He’s definitely the filthy one out of the pair of them, and I like it. I prefer Dean over Ryan, grinning happily as I bounce on his friend.

“I want your ass,” Dean tells me. “Spin the fuck around on him.”

I groan as I twist myself over Ryan. It’s his eyes that are on my jiggling tits now as I keep on riding him. I feel Dean behind me on the bed as he positions himself. He takes hold of my hair as he shoves me forward, flat straight onto Ryan.

“Keep bouncing, slut!” Dean says, and I brace myself on the mattress, hips still rolling as Dean spits on his fingers.

My ass is so fucking tight with Ryan’s dick in my pussy that I cry out when Dean shoves two fingers inside, but this is pain I like… pain I’m used to.

“More, please,” I say to him. “Yes! More!”

“I’ll give you more, you filthy slut,” Dean says and twists his fingers deep, and I keep on moving, eyes closed as I shift ever so slightly… so my clit is against Ryan’s crotch. I’m so spread… so fucking spread…

“Filthy slut,” Dean says again, and he forces a third finger right in.

He has me, then. Used by two, stretched by two, even though he hasn’t even got his cock in me yet. This is going to hurt. A good hurt. It’s going to feel so fucking good to be such a slut.

All I want is the pain of the stretch as his cock lines up against my ass. He uses my rhythm against Ryan to edge forward, making me take his dick, just a bit at a time. Fuck, it hurts. But I don’t care… I’m high on champagne and dick, both at once. Holly and Ella blur into one, but I stop myself. No. I’m Holly.

Right here, I’m Holly.

My clit is frantic, and I’m panting like a desperate bitch, but the clients are what’s important. I let Ryan kiss me deep when he pulls my head to his. It doesn’t mean a thing.

He keeps on kissing me as Dean shoves his cock all the way in. The sharp stab makes me bite at Ryan’s lip. He responds by biting mine and I groan like a true slut when Dean starts fucking my ass.

“My turn for mouth on mouth,” Dean says, and uses my hair to twist my head right back, my lips puffy as he mashes his mouth on mine. He kisses me harder than Ryan. He fucks me harder than Ryan. He guides the game of double penetration as he owns my ass, slamming and slamming and slamming.

“Time to change position,” he says, and it feels like my ass is tearing as he pulls out. “Ryan, move. You’re taking her cunt from the front this time.”

Dean gets on his back as Ryan gets off the bed.

“Holly, get your filthy ass on my cock,” he barks, and I do as I’m told, straddling him in reverse – but rather than have me bouncing with his dick in my burning ass, he hooks his arms under mine, binding my back to his chest. I can’t move and I don’t want to.

“Fuck her cunt,” Dean says to Ryan, and Ryan’s eyes are fiercer now as he looks down at him.

“I don’t need fucking instructions, jackass,” he says as he climbs back onto the bed.

No. He doesn’t. He shuffles up close between our spread legs and lines his cock up, shoving in hard in one long thrust. The stretch makes me hiss. Ryan likes that, grinning as he fucks me. Dean’s breaths are in my ear, and Ryan is staring down as he fucks my pussy, and I’m gasping, lost in the headspace.

“You’re a filthy fucking whore for real. Money well spent,” Dean says, and I nod, agreeing.

“Yes, I am. I love being a filthy fucking whore for real.”

“My cock is probably tearing your ass to pieces, you know that?”

I grin up at Ryan as I answer Dean.

“Yeah, I know that. I can feel it.”

“And you don’t fucking care?”

I close my eyes, revelling. I think of the cash, and the reviews, and all of the other men I’m likely to serve, but it’s more than that. I’m loving it. Maybe Ebony is right. Maybe one day I’ll be a hardcorer.

“No,” I tell Dean. “I don’t fucking care. Your cock can be tearing my ass all it likes. It feels like fucking heaven.”

They both ramp it up, and I whimper. They pin me between them, slamming together in rhythm, before splitting apart, alternating back and forth, and it’s a beautiful horny pain. I encourage them. I beg for more. I give them everything they want from me.

The pair of them fuck me like I’m nothing but two needy holes, eager to please. And I am eager to please.

“Harder!” I hear myself saying.

And then they come, blowing their loads with a stream of curses.

My clients come inside my stretched holes, grinning at each other like they’ve won the lottery.

I’ve done it. I’ve earned my money. Or so I think…

Ryan pulls free first, but Dean doesn’t let me go.

“Play with yourself,” he says. “You’re going to get yourself off before I take my dick out of you, and don’t even think of faking it. Ryan’s going to be watching. He’ll be able to tell.”

“You don’t need to worry about that,” I tell him.

It’s an easy job. My clit is so desperate that I’m cursing myself as I play. I use three token fingers inside me, but Ryan shakes his head.

“Nah, we have another toy for you.”

He takes the empty bottle of champagne, rips the foil clear from the top, and hands it over. Smooth glass. I don’t hold back, practically snatching it from him as he offers it. It’s thin but long, and I show him how I deep can go with it. It feels nice, so smooth…

I rub my clit at the same time, building the tension – feeling so filthy as I perform. There is no fakeness about it in the slightest as I come with the champagne bottle stretching me as well as Dean’s cock, squirming against him with his cock up my ass. Ryan’s drinking more champagne as he stares on, nodding with approval.

Dean only lets me go when I’ve finished coming, lolling back against him, panting. I roll away slowly, and my ass and pussy are both hurting like a bastard, but I’m laughing, high on champagne and post orgasmic bliss.

“Suck it clean,” Dean says, and I use the bottle like a cock in my throat, sucking it clean with a pop of my lips.

“Yum.”

Both of them are grinning at me. Satisfied. Just like I am.

“Thanks, guys. That was hot as all hell,” I tell them, and I’m not lying.

Their banter is back as Dean gets up from the bed and joins Ryan for the next bottle of champagne.

I fucked her harder.

Yeah, right, like hell you did.

They offer me some more De Chante and I drink along, enjoying the party time as I laugh along with them, refusing to acknowledge who was the better fuck, even though it was obvious.

It was Dean.

“Time’s up by the way,” Dean tells me. “You fulfilled the proposal ten minutes ago.”

I look up at the clock and he’s right. My four hours are finished and I’m a whole lot richer. I could be out of there like lightning, but I stay with Users 1458 and 1459 until the champagne is all finished up and their little party is over, both of them yawning, tired.

“Night, guys,” I say as I leave, kissing them both on the cheek before I go. “Thanks for an incredible time.”

“See you again,” Dean says, and I give him a wink.

“I hope so.”

I’m in a cab and on my way home when I get the ping through from the app. Even though both guys were ready to collapse in bed, I have my review there, glowing – and the cash is showing in my bank account.

Five stars isn’t enough for this dirty beauty. Great mouth, great pussy, great ass, and as for her tits… find out for yourself. You’d be fucking mental not to. A+++.

I’m so happy I could cry when I get back home.

I search for flights to Australia, and I hit purchase, staring at the screen in shock.

And then I do cry. Pure, happy tears. I’ve done it.

I’ll be on the beach this year for Christmas, sunbathing with my Mum and Dad.