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“No need,” Dad says. “I’ve been doing a bit of maintenance work for some of the neighbours. Poor guys don’t know how to use a strimmer for shit. We’ve been saving up, ready to book the plane tickets.”
I shake my head. “You don’t need to do that!”
He shakes his head right back. “We want to do it, Ella. We’ll pay our own way, and you can build up some savings, so you don’t get left up shit creek by anyone else like that wanker Connor. Get yourself a safety net.”
If only he knew…
I earnt nine grand last night in a fake abduction. Nine grand for one evening’s work – and my gorgeous boyfriend is out right now earning fifteen.
If only I could tell them. If only I could be so brave. If only I had the self-confidence to hold my head up high and be honest with them. Be proud of who I am and what I believe in.
But I’m not…
And I probably won’t be for a long, long time to come. Josh, Tiff and Eb will have to keep their mouths firmly shut while they’re around my folks. I’d curl up and die if my parents had any suspicion whatsoever that their only, precious daughter was a whore for a living.
I say goodbye to Mum and Dad, and blow them a kiss, then sigh to myself once the call has ended. I’m such a believer in honesty is the best policy, I really am, but not when it comes to them. I just can’t do it. I can’t tell them the truth.
I decide against pizza, watching vampire TV for the rest of the evening and eating some chocolate like Josh suggested, trying my hardest not to snake my hand down between my legs before he gets home. It’s so fucking tempting.
I wonder what he’s up to, and how fierce it’s getting now the proposal will be in full swing. I try to picture him with a fist all the way in his ass as he ploughs another guy’s boyfriend with his barbells. I wonder if he’s panting, straining, ready to shoot his load, or if he’s in pain – still hurting at the stretch.
Maybe he’s got his fist in one of the other guys’ asses instead?
Maybe he’s telling them what dirty cunts they are, and making them suck his dirty dick clean?
My eyes keep flitting to the clock. I scroll through my phone, and eat more chocolate, but my clit is tingling, begging.
NO.
It would be so easy to give in to the temptation, but I’m not going to do it. I’m going to save it all up for my filthy, used boyfriend.
I grab my phone in a frantic dash when a message pings through, but it’s too early for Josh. It’s Tiff instead.
How are you feeling? Josh is taking two dicks then a fist, isn’t he? And he’s dishing it out right back at them? You ok, or pacing around the place like he does?
I smile at her concern.
I’m alright, I reply, then opt for honesty. Honesty can be the best policy for her, at least. She makes it so damn easy. Actually, I’m mega horny. I can hardly stand it. I can’t wait to see cum dripping from his stretched ass. I’ve never seen that kind of thing before.
I watch the typing icon, then I smile as a chain of grinning emojis come through.
You’re going to be one spoiled dirty bitch this evening. Josh’s ass will be like a treasure trove. If you like that kind of thing, it’s fucking heaven.
There’s no doubt about it – I’m definitely going to like that kind of thing. My clit is sparking so bad I can barely take it. So, fuck it with messaging, I need the distraction. I hit the call button to talk to Tiff out loud instead.
“Hey, Miss Kinky,” she says as she answers, eyes sparkling as she smirks her filthy smirk onscreen. A very different vibe from my parents.
“Let me tell you what it’s like,” she says, and fuck me, how Josh’s dirty best friend builds me up for what’s coming, sharing all the dirty secrets, and prepping me for the sight I’ve got to behold. The tastes, and the scent and the wonder.
Time goes so much quicker talking to Tiff than it does sitting alone. She’s in a hotel over by Heathrow – since someone is flying in especially from Spain to meet with her. Jeez, that’s how popular she is. In the meantime, she doesn’t mind whiling away the hours with me. We laugh like banshees, and chatter away for an age, and I’m grateful beyond words when I end up checking the time to find Josh is only twenty minutes away from finishing up his proposal.
Twenty minutes until he’s finished, and thirty minutes tops until he gets home…
“Shit,” I say to Tiff, “he’ll be back soon. I need to go get ready.”
“Wow!” she says.
“What?”
