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I murmur as he pulls out of me, shuffling in sleepy frustration as he backs away.
I want his cock back inside me. I want him to slam me hard. Pin me down. Breathe lullabies in my face as I moan and squirm.
My brain is whirring when I hear him grabbing up his clothes from the floor. He disappears into the bathroom, and I risk a glance over my shoulder, but the door is closing.
I reach out and check the time on my phone. Fuck. It’s almost 2 a.m. – he’s been teasing us both for two hours.
My heart is in my throat when I snuggle back down under the covers, feigning another bout of sleep as he leaves the bathroom. He barely makes a sound as he crosses the room, easing the hotel room door open so gently it’s almost silent.
He’d make a fantastic burglar, that much is obvious.
Then, just like that, User 1222 is gone.
My pussy is full of his cum, and my clit is craving another round, and it’s both frustrating and hot as fuck, merged into one. It serves a purpose as well.
I remember all over again that being an entertainer isn’t about my fantasies or what my dirty little soul needs for my pleasure. It’s about serving my clients and sticking to theirs.
If only User 1222 hadn’t whispered filthy lullabies… they were so hot they’ll be emblazoned into my psyche for a long, long time. That more than provides the fuel I need to send myself over the edge. I pump my pussy with my fingers and thumb my own clit, loving the thick wetness of his cum inside me. Jesus Christ, I’m blessed for the explosion that comes after hours of torment, every muscle in my body tensing up as I peak and blow.
My breaths are ragged when my phone screen lights up in the darkness. I grab it to check the notifications, grinning to find that my funds from the proposal have already been transferred to my bank account, and my review is ready for viewing.
I’m wide awake as I prop myself up on my elbow. Awaiting the rating always gives me jitters.
I could punch the air when it’s a five-starrer. Full marks for me, back from holiday on night one.
Holly was either out on sleeping pills, genuinely exhausted or the best actress known to mankind. Maybe a combination. But whatever, she did a great job of sleeping while taking my cock. Her body also did a great job of letting me know she was enjoying it. Her lovely delicate whimpers sealed the deal. This sleeping beauty has a fairytale cunt. It was perfect, and drove me to the edge of losing my cool as prince charming. I’m hoping I’ll be sharing plenty of hotel beds with her in the future, and next time I’ll pre-book her a cottage pie and a bottle of house red at the restaurant. The hearty meal sure seemed to tire her out. What a sleepy girl at the table. Yes, Holly. I was watching you.
I laugh out loud at that, remembering the yawn and stretch show I was putting on. The bloom of success glows in my stomach, and I’m grinning as I drop my phone back on the bedside table.
Yes!
Holly the whore is back in town.
I’ve missed her.
Chapter Three
I race over to Ebony when I see her waiting for me outside Kingsgate Property Lettings. She stands out a mile with her blonde highlights and rich red jumpsuit. Her arms are open wide when I reach her, grabbing me in a bear hug like it’s been years.
“Whoa,” she says as she finally pulls away. “Jesus, Ella, you look like the CEO of a multinational corporation, not a girl after an apartment.”
I laugh, because hardly. I’ve got a blouse and pencil skirt on with my fitted jacket, sure. And ok, some classic black court heels. But I’ve still got my eyeliner in catflicks and plum berry lipstick on. I still look like I’m straight out of a goth movie, even if my hair is up tight in a bun. Quite a transformation from last night – helped most definitely by the comfy king size bed and the hotel’s kickass breakfast this morning. Nobody would guess I’m still wearing yesterday’s dirty panties under my smart attire. Nobody other than tonight’s client, that is.
“I want to make sure I impress them,” I say to Eb. “These apartments are posh as fuck. They could turn me down.”
She looks at me reassuringly, like I’m a nervous kid about to head into an exam.
“You don’t need to impress Kingsgate. They need to impress you. It’s them who are going to be caning the rental income from your bank account, not the other way around.”
“Maybe, but my employment history isn’t all that impressive, and neither is my credit score.”
She shrugs. “So? You’re paying a hefty deposit, with an employer reference from The Agency. They’ve stated they’ll be a professional guarantor as well, right? No problemo. You’re a PR Superstar now, remember that.”
Orla from The Agency is the superstar for even offering it. They really do look after their entertainers. I’ve handed over my past few months bank statements to Kingsgate, looking pretty damn healthy, but my credit history would never cut it. I hope Kingsgate turn a blind eye to my rating.
I smooth my skirt down for the umpteenth time. I know that Ebony is right, but a big part of me still doesn’t quite believe it. I’ve taken to reading motivational books every chance I get, trying to soak in the messages from the pages. Believe in yourself. Positive mental attitude. Train your focus and follow your dreams. And yeah, they’ve been working, but this is so important I can’t help the nerves. The portfolio of apartments Kingsgate will be showing me today is out of this world. Maybe I shouldn’t have been so bold in my choices, since a standard two bed place would do just fine.
Hmm, maybe the motivational books had a part to play in my viewing selection… Dream big.
