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“Tell me a bit about yourself,” the actor says, and I don’t know how to reply. I really don’t.
Does he want to know about my filthy preferences, or my actual life? I look at Josh for guidance, but he shrugs. I opt for honesty.
“My parents live in Australia, and I wanted to build up some cash to go and visit them. Luckily, I’ve always been a dirty girl, so the idea of having filthy sex and getting paid for it was a perfect situation. Turns out that I love it. It’s my dream job.”
“Right. Good call. Do you have a partner?”
I try not to look at Josh.
“Yes, I do.”
“Do they have any issues with it?”
“No. None at all. He, um, enjoys the filthy life himself.”
Heath’s eyes are piercing. “And what about the rest of you, Holly? Outside of sex work. What do you like?”
I have to laugh. “I love Nighttime Whispers, actually. You may have heard of it? Vampires, and hot goths are a big thing for me.”
I’m settling down now. Heath’s demeanour makes it easy. Confident and relaxed. There’s not a bit of arrogance about him, but there is quite a lot of filth, I can sense it. Tension brewing.
His blue eyes are so bright. “Hot goths are a big thing for me too, actually. We have something in common.”
“Yes, we do.”
His fingers are solid as they stroke their way up my thigh. Heath has no hesitation whatsoever in rubbing my slit through my panties. And I have no hesitation in relaxing back and opening my legs wider for him.
“I really crave pussy sometimes,” he says. “Josh is everything a man could offer and more, but he doesn’t have a cunt, and he doesn’t have tits to die for.”
Heath looks me in the eye, smiles as he rubs at my clit over my panties. “Josh knew that was one of my stipulations the first time I asked him to bring a plus-one. Must have tits to die for. And he chose well. I’m guessing he chose well again?”
His eyes drop to my cleavage, so I tug my dress down to show him mine.
“Yeah, I guessed right,” Heath says, and he licks his lips before lowering his head.
I run my fingers through his lovely long hair as he sucks at my nipple, and it’s like a dream. I almost beg him to bite me like the Count would, but I hold back as he works a path of lingering kisses up my neck, and then he kisses me full on. Hot and heavy, right on the lips.
This can’t be right.
Heath Mason’s tongue claims mine, and my heart explodes. I’m a fangirl hooker, who’s being paid to act out my own fantasy.
I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him back for all I’m worth, grinding against his hand until he grants me the grace of pulling my panties to the side. He tests me with two fingers, and I use every ounce of pelvic floor to grip them hard. He breaks the kiss at that, and turns to Josh.
“Holly’s so damn tight. Are you sure she’ll be able to take us?”
Josh winks. “One hundred percent.”
“He’s right,” I say. “One hundred percent. Test me.”
“Test you?”
I nod in his face, then brush my lips against his. “Come on, Heath. Test me.”
Two fingers turn to three, but I want to show him. I need to show him.
“More, please,” I say.
“So fucking tight,” he replies, gasping as I clench. He has to battle to get the fourth inside me. I train at keeping my pussy tight just as hard as Josh trains his abs every morning.
