Chapter 9

Chapter Nine

“You did DP last night, right?”Ebony asks me on video chat. “Well done you! I saw it in the chat thread.”

“Yeah, I did. It was hot as hell.”

“Fake hot, or real hot?”

I think back to Dean and Ryan, both pounding me at once. I remember the sensation of Dean gripping me tight and Ryan’s weight on the both of us, using me like a doll, and I grin at Ebony.

“Real hot. The guys were great.”

“I’ve heard they’re a right pair of dickheads.”

“They’re definitely dickheads when they’re making a spectacle of themselves like loaded playboys, but they’re hot in bed.” I pause. “They were kind of cute, actually.”

“Guess you’ll be seeing them again?”

I sure hope so for the chance of another 3.2k in my account.

After paying for my flights, my bank balance isn’t too healthy, and I’ll need to be careful with it. I’ll have a pause in action coming up in a few days’ time as it is. Damn monthlies. I’ve considered skipping my pill break, just to keep them at bay.

I tell Ebony so, and she laughs.

“Really? You think you’ll be out of action because you’re on? Haven’t you seen the option to click for your profile?”

No. I haven’t. I tip my head to the side.

“What option?”

“There’s a box you click on your dashboard. It highlights you have your period on your profile screen. Some guys go crazy for that. Your calendar will be rammed, if you’re up for it.”

It doesn’t take me too long to consider – yeah, I guess I’m up for it.

I call up my entertainer login in another window, keeping Ebony on call, and she guides me to the option. I click without so much as blinking. The more money for Christmas the better. A red icon and date listing shows up on my profile almost immediately.

“There are plenty of filters the clients can use,” she tells me. “Period play is on the list. You’ll show up on it now. AND it pays well.”

I really hope so.

I’ve been politely declining a lot of the regular requests that have been hitting my inbox, looking out for some of the filthier, better-paid ones, but I haven’t had any through yet. Nothing serious, anyway. Ebony assures me it’s because I’m new and people with the highest reviews come out at the top of the search lists. A day or two without anything high value means nothing, she says, but I’m still clinging so hard to my new lifestyle that I’m nervous. I’m not getting the visibility boost of a newbie anymore, after three sessions and reviews, so I don’t have the advantage of that. I’ve been thinking of taking the average stuff to keep the cash coming in, but a decent fee for period play would be way more up my street. I’m becoming more of Holly the filthy slut every day.

“I give it twenty minutes before you get a proposal,” Ebony says, much more confident than me.

“Do you do it?” I ask her.

“Period play? Sometimes. Depends how much I’ve got on my want it now list. I’m terrible for shoes. I must have nearly a hundred pairs. And it’s hard, running the house. Costs an absolute fortune. Stephen’s not on a massive salary, but he loves his job too much to quit, so.”

It occurs to me then that I still know very little about her. I see her lovely cream living room in the background, and sometimes she rests her laptop on her thighs while sipping champagne, clearly making a very healthy amount of cash at her entertainer role. Her profile is quite a dirty one, but she’s not a hardcorer. Not by any stretch.

“What’s the dirtiest thing you’ve done?” I ask her.

“Depends on what you call dirty. I’ve done fetish a fair bit, but that’s a bit different.”

“Fetish? That’s different from dirty?”

“Yeah. I’d say so. Or it can be. I like the odd proposals, like my guy who likes weird dress up sessions. There’s another guy I like who’s got this crazy medical room and treats you like a patient. Hardly a real-life doctor, though. He is fucked up, but it’s cool.”

“What does he do?”

“Puts you on his medical bed, hoists your legs up for a vaginal exam with a speculum. Examines you with latex gloves on, I mean seriously examines you. Takes some swabs. Gives you some medication. Some cream spread right the way inside your pussy. And ass sometimes. Depends how he’s feeling.”

Something feels weirdly horny about that. I shift on my chair.

“Oh,” she says. “And he does your mouth, too. He’s fascinated. All the while dressed up in a doctor’s garb. Believe me, he pushes it, but it pays well. He binds your arms to the medical trolley with straps, for your own safety, but he’s never been sinister.”

My confidence is most definitely growing. The idea of me vanilla fucking for a few hundred quid a time is fast fading to nothing.

I get a proposal ping as she’s telling me more about him.

“There you go!” she says. “I know what that one will be.”

She’s right.

User 319. Male. 43.

I want period play, so long as you’re a heavy flower. Right in the middle of your period. I want a wet and bloody cock from fucking and playing. No condom. I like it messy. Very messy. No tampon on the way. I want you ready for it. I use waterproof sheets, and I like smearing. I play from home, and keep the sheets for later. Can you give me your wet, bloody pussy, please? I’d love to play with you.

Duration – 3 hours.

Proposal price – £2500.

Wow!

I read it out to Ebony.

“Not bad. You might well get some others through the week as well.”

“I think I’d better try it out before I commit to a full week of it.”

“Good point.” She winks. “I think you’ll be ok, though.”

“You think I’ll be ok at everything.”

“Call it faith.”

“Faith that I’ll take double anal one day, and rim filthy assholes?” I laugh out loud, and she laughs along with me.

“It’s true!” she says. “I think you’ll be one of the hardest hardcorers of the hardcorers!”

“Hardly something I ever thought would be on my resume!”

We laugh again, and it’s bliss. I’ve been so serious for so long it’s like a release of something heavy. A pressure valve releasing. Connor issues, and money issues, and living in this shithole… none of it feels crippling anymore. I feel like I’m being set free.

“How hardcore do you think you can go?” she asks.

“I’m not doing scat play,” I tell her, and she holds up her hands with a grimace.

“I’m not saying scat play, I’m just saying hardcorer.”

“Is that what she does? The entertainer who earns 150k?”

“You’ll have to ask her. She’s called Creamgirl in the chatroom. Notorious. She does pretty much anything she’s paid for. Part of a little gang. Her, Weston, Harlot and Bodica. But she’s the main player. The hardest-corer of them all.”

“Creamgirl. Right.”

“Her real name is Tiffany. But Creamgirl is a lot of men’s dreamgirl.”

I roll my eyes at that, but I’m already calling up the entertainer search bar. “What’s her profile name?”

“Same as her chat name. Creamgirl.”

Sure enough, there she is. She’s curvy, with gorgeous pouty lips and long pillar box red hair down to her waist. She’s licking a chocolate finger, with her thick thighs open wide on her profile picture. Every option is ticked. Literally everything – with a note that says don’t hold back. Your fantasies are mine to deliver.

Her reviews are off the fucking scale. 4.9 out of 5 with almost 400 listed.

Fucking hell, she’s been busy. She doesn’t look any older than me.

Hmm, maybe I’d consider double anal one day after all. I already added to my list with CNC – consensual non consent – earlier this morning.

Anyway, back to the task at hand. I click yes to User 319’s proposal and the calendar comes up. I make sure I pick the day I’m going to be at peak flow. Fuck, this weird shit is becoming normal very, very quickly.

The proposal comes back as confirmed almost immediately. Four days’ time. An address in South London.

“Have you done it before?” Ebony asks. “Period play, I mean.”

“Not quite,” I say, “Connor used to fuck my ass when I was on.”

I realise then that I don’t really know what real period play entails. Eb must clock my worried expression.

“You’ll be fine,” she says.

I shrug. “Suck it and see, I guess.”

She laughs at that. “Ever sucked a bloody dick?”

I shake my head no. “Have you?”

She winks. “Yeah, just pretend it’s strawberry jam, and make sure there’s a drink on hand to wash it down.”

I swallow at the thought. “Ok.”

I flick through my other proposals again, but none of them really take my interest. I can’t deny it, part of me is still hoping that User 829 pops up with another request, but I’ve checked through more and more chat threads about him and that never seems to be the case. I suppose it’s one of those things. He was my first client – well, my first one that counted. Maybe that will mean something to me. Like the guy who takes your virginity.

God, what kind of weirdo crap am I telling myself? Sentimental over the first horny guy I enjoyed being a slut for?

“I’m off now,” Ebony says. “Got someone to meet for the basics. Nice easy money for relaxing on a bed and moaning for a few hours.”

“You do basics?” I ask, surprised to hear that.

“If you call basics being made to squirt in a guy’s face every half hour, then yeah, I do basics.”

“Wow,” I say, “I like the sound of that. I’ve never squirted before.”

“The guy’s a pro, really knows how to empty a girl, and he says I’m the best he’s ever tasted.” She shrugs. “Who am I to argue?”

“What’s it like? Squirting I mean, not the taste.”

She considers for a moment. “Umm… it’s kinda like coming while being poked with a cattle prod. After squirting three or four times in one session, you’re knackered like you’ve just run a marathon. I always need to rehydrate with at least three glasses of wine. Don’t worry,” she adds, “the way you’re going, I’m sure you’ll experience it for yourself soon enough.”

“I hope so,” I tell her, and she waves goodbye.

“Ciao, hon!”

“Laters,” I say, “enjoy your basics.”

She laughs and the screen goes blank.

I notice my reflection in the screen grinning back at me. What a change in fortunes in such a short time. And what a great friend I’ve made in Ebony.

Life is so fucking good right now.

I’m even looking forward to my period…