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“Thanks for the ride.”
I know Daddy’s house. It’s the one in the corner of the posh suburban estate, emblazoned in my memory. I trot along the path, revelling in how dirty it feels to be playing such a naughty little student. I don’t care if anyone is watching through the windows. Hell, part of me is even buying into the fact I’m heading home after college. I can see why people aim for the bright lights of Hollywood.
Ha. Holly-wood. How apt.
I may not be performing at the heights of the movie industry, but this sure isn’t real life. In this fake reality I am Holly.
I can’t wait for Daddy’s hot cock. But first I have someone else to fuck. Holly’s boyfriend. Oh yeah, crap. The wonder of Daddy had blocked out the immediate task at hand. The pre-cursor to Daddy will be different. I wonder if the entertainer he’s booked alongside me is going to be a hardcorer. I wonder if I’ll recognise him from the Christmas party. I wonder, I wonder, I wonder.
I have to shut my mind off before I begin walking up Daddy’s driveway, but I’m getting used to that part of the job now. His Merc isn’t here this time.
I click arrived on the app, and the instructions ping straight back through.
Your boyfriend is already waiting inside for you. Make sure you’re a very naughty girl before Daddy gets home.
I turn the doorhandle and step inside. The house is exactly as I remember it, with its huge gloss white kitchen at the end of the hallway. I remember sitting at the breakfast bar as Daddy grilled me on my ‘filthy notebook’ and then punished me for it. I took one hell of an over the knee spanking that day.
I’m dumping my backpack and shoes by the shoe rack when a figure appears in a doorway off to the right. I start in shock and press a hand to my chest as I see the guy standing there in a school uniform. He’s a pretty convincing college guy for a twenty-four-year-old – an attractive blond, leaning against the door frame at ease, showing no sign of nerves whatsoever.
“Hey, Holly, how’s it going? Nice to meet you, since I’m your hot, college bastard of a boyfriend Scott. You’ve done User 762 before, right? You know the drill. Same old, same old.”
His tone grates at me, as though this means nothing whatsoever. I’m out of role in a heartbeat and back to Ella, dressed up in a uniform and pigtails and feeling like a fraud.
“Yeah, I’ve played here before. Only once, though,” I tell him.
“Lucky you. I’ve been Scott a few times. I’m the side part, though. You’re the one who has to spend all night here. I get off lightly. Lucky me.”
He laughs like it’s funny. Like this is a job I should be rolling my eyes at with a ha, yeah, can’t wait to be done, but that’s bullshit. I want to be here, earning my money. It wasn’t that long ago that I was working my ass off in a store for the minimum wage and up to my eyeballs in debt. I value Daddy for giving me this opportunity. For giving me eight fucking grand for one single night.
“I really enjoyed it here, actually,” I say to the side part. “I had a lot of fun last time.”
My voice is a lot more aggressive than I intended, and Scott stands up straight.
“Like playing at being an old guy’s naughty girl, do you? Guess you’re one of the hardcore gang, then. What an honour.” He says it with such disdain. “Well, let’s get to it. Pussy and ass, it said on my proposal. Sofa’s in here.” He points behind him.
I feel a bit grossed out as I follow him in with his swagger, because he’s so damn blasé. He reminds me of one of the arrogant football players at high school that used to take the piss out of me. Jackass.
“What’s your agency name?” I ask him, but he laughs.
“You want to play the game like a dirty hardcorer, so fuck agency names,” he says. “I’m Scott, remember? My name is Scott. And I’m your boyfriend.”
He gets straight on over to the sofa, dropping his school trousers and pants so his hard-on springs free. He’s got an impressive dick, fair play. No wonder he gets a paycheck by using it. Just a shame he has to be such a fucking twat about it.
He rubs his shaft like it’s just another day at the office to him. I guess it is.
“How do you like being fucked?” he asks. “Since you’re a hardcorer living the dream, I guess you like it rough and dirty. I’ll make sure I plug your ass nice and hard once I’ve filled your pussy up.” He laughs as he checks his watch. “Got a bit of time yet to get in position. Daddy won’t be back yet, so we’ll get a bit of chill time before we get going.”
Scott sounds pretty natural as an arrogant college stud, standing there with his dick out, so fine and fuck it, I’ll get in the role I should be playing.
“Do what you want. Clearly, I’m just a girl in love, suckered in by an asshole college jock. So, how about you get in role, hey? We’re already on our proposal timer.”
“You for fucking real? You really want me to play Scott, right from the off?”
I take a seat on the sofa while he starts working his dick.
“Yes, I do.”
“Why the hell do you want to do that?”
