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Maybe it isn’t the most sensible gig to take on as my first foray into the world of double anal, but hey ho. I’d clicked the accept button with a grin on my face.
I’m wearing black satin as opposed to red velvet tonight. Josh gives me a nod of approval at the twirl I do for him before I set off.
“You’ll be such a winner, baby,” he tells me during our goodbye hug. “You’ll smash the double anal, even if they are hung like donkeys. Believe in yourself. You’ll be screaming for more in no time. And you’d better be ready to scream for more all over again when you get home. I’ll want to dig deep and clear up the leftovers.”
“You’re a real filthy slut, you know that?” I tell him.
“Takes one to know one,” my hardcorer of a boyfriend says before dropping a kiss on my forehead.
I have to laugh to myself because, WTF, honestly. If anyone could hear our conversations in the outside world, they’d put us down as batshit crazy. My boyfriend is complimenting my ability to have my ass stretched by a couple of strangers. What an achievement.
It will be an achievement, though. I can’t wait to show Jack and Eric what’s on offer tonight. It may have been just a few months since I saw them last, but my performances are going from strength to strength, and so is my list of five-star reviews. I’m desperate to get another one from these guys. Their words mean a lot to me.
Jack and Eric have booked the same towering beauty of a hotel as they did last time around, and I remember just how luxurious the suite was. It’s going to be one hell of an evening.
No tinsel and decorations this time, though.
Suite 39 the instructions say when I click arrived on the Agency app. I know the drill, walking through the grand reception and straight over to the elevators as though I was born to be here. I get a massive flash of excitement as the elevator ascends, wondering if the guys will be in tuxedos again.
It’s Eric who opens the door to Suite 39. He’s not in a tux, but his designer suit is still a winner. It’s a tailored dream on his tall, bulky frame, and my eyes must light up on sight of him. His dark sweep of hair is slightly shorter than last time I was here, but his dark beard is slightly longer. It’s a great accompaniment to his bright white smile, and he oozes enough confidence to have my clit throbbing.
“Holly, how lovely to see you!” He pulls me in for a hug and kisses my cheek.
“Likewise,” I say, feeling the heat.
I’ve barely stepped inside when Jack, his gorgeous mousy-haired boyfriend steps out of the bathroom, still steamy wet with a low-slung towel around his waist. Jack starts in shock, then shakes his head as he laughs.
“Bastard!” he says in the jovial tone I remember so well. And then he turns his attention to me. “Hey, Holly. Your lovely visit today is MY present to him, or it’s supposed to be. Now look, he’s arranged it behind my back without a word. I’ve barely even got out of the shower. Clearly.”
“I’ve been suggesting you have a shower for the past ninety minutes,” Eric says. “You were being a stubborn prick and scrolling through TV channels.”
“Yes, darling, but I didn’t suspect you had a hidden agenda, did I? I just thought you were keen to get down to the bar for some of their arancinis.”
“Rice balls,” Eric says to me with a raised eyebrow. “He really thought I was huffing and puffing about shower time because I wanted rice balls.”
“You said they were great arancinis, Eric,” Jack says, stepping over as the door closes behind me.
I love how he wraps me in his arms and pulls me tight to his clammy chest. He kisses me on both cheeks, not just one.
“Lovely to see you again, Holly.”
“You, too.”
Eric takes my coat and hangs it up on a coat stand along with my handbag.
“How have you been?” he asks, and I have to remind myself I’m in professional mode here. Holly, not Ella. I can’t be spouting about how great it was to see my folks over Christmas and how I have a hot new boyfriend who fucks people for money, just like I do.
“I’ve been great, thank you. How about you guys?”
“We’ve been in Edinburgh for a few months,” Jack says. “My father has a new business he’s acquired up there, and has been seeking our assistance.”
I wonder what kind of business it is, and what assistance they’ve been giving him, but it’s not my place to ask, so I don’t.
“Sounds great. I love Scotland.”
“So do we,” Eric says, and steps up behind me. My skin prickles when I feel his gorgeous hot breath on my shoulder. “We saw a couple of stunning dark-haired beauties while we were out on socials, but all they did was remind us of you.”
“Really? How much eyeliner were they wearing?”
