Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 133034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 665(@200wpm)___ 532(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 665(@200wpm)___ 532(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
It’s time to step back into her slutty stilettos.
I’m going to let my inner slut come out to play in her full glory and give Mr Ekert the best service of his whole fucking life. There is most absolutely going to be a five-star review with my name on it once the night is done.
The corridor on floor seventeen is a long one, with plenty of offices branching off to the sides, but there isn’t a single person in sight up here. Just me, in my stilettos, sashaying my hips more with every step. I can’t wait to meet my client. I can’t wait to be his needy slut and help him unload. I’m smiling as I spot Mr Ekert’s office, with his name on the door. I’m going to be five minutes early, plenty enough time to say hello before we get down and dirty.
Just a shame he didn’t book me for longer. The mood I’m in, I could go through until dawn.
I only have to give a gentle tap at the heavy wooden door before it opens, and if I thought User 2644’s words emanated frustration from the page, they pale into insignificance at the sight of him. His strong, square jaw is so tight it’s practically gritted, and his scowl looks as though he’s been wearing it for four days straight. He’s a big man. Tall, stocky and stern in his tailored black suit, but I’m not intimidated in the slightest. He’s here to fuck me, not fight me.
I flash him a dirty smile, and he manages a hint of one in response.
“Hey,” I say, and step inside. “Pleased to meet you.”
He closes the door behind me.
“Pleased to meet me? Really? Are you truly the horny bitch your profile says you are, or are you wasting my time? If you’re going to play it half assed, just turn around and fuck off now. Save us both the bullshit.”
Jeez. Whoever has been pissing on his parade has been doing a good job of it, and it only spurs me on to do mine. I drop my coat to the floor and put a hand on my hip. My tits are straining in this dress, and I stand proud with my shoulders back, tall in my heels.
“I don’t waste anyone’s time. Ever,” I tell him. “And I never fake a thing, I can promise you that.”
“Just as well, because I know a fake, Holly. I’m surrounded by them every day of my fucking life.”
User 2644 walks over to his desk. It’s an impressive beast of modern style mahogany that’s worthy of his attitude.
I take a good look at my client as he downs a shot of whisky. His shoulders are stiff, and his stubble is unkempt. Whatever bullshit he’s been putting up with has certainly taken its toll.
I wish I could tell him I empathise. That I know people can be cunts, out for nothing but themselves, prepared to piss over everything that should mean something without even a hint of respect. But I’m not here as a friend, and I’m certainly not here as a therapist. I’m here to be a hooker, and I’ll be a good one.
He offers me a shot of whisky when I join him at his desk, but I shake my head.
“Nah, thank you. I’m here to play filthy, not to click glasses with a cheers.” I run my hand down his burgundy tie. “You wanted a slut you could unload onto, and I’m right here. Live up to your own proposal, because I’ll sure deliver on it.”
“Oh, I will do. Don’t you fucking worry, sweetheart.”
“I’m not worried about a thing.” My smile is real. “I love it rough. I love it filthy. I love being treated like a dirty slut who needs a good pounding.”
“Just as well I chose you then, isn’t it?”
“I’m honoured you did.”
“Best stay in honour of me until your three hours are up. Time starts now.”
I’m not expecting it when he yanks me closer and lands his mouth on mine. I’m not expecting the fierce swirl of his tongue as he claims my mouth, but I eat it up and moan for more. His kiss is wet, and he tastes of whisky and rage, and I love it. I really fucking love it.
I gasp when he shoves me away to tug my dress down and sets my tits free.
I’ve missed the way sexual energy can burst into flames between strangers. Nothing but pure lust, without pretence. User 2644’s eyes are like fire on mine, and I can feel his anger. His pent-up rage. The energy of someone who needs to burst and set themselves free, with no filter or pretence.
We are twin flames on that score.
His hands grapple with the zip at the back of my dress, but I take over the mission for him. I free myself and wriggle out of it, kicking it aside with the heel of my stiletto, and we move as one, kissing some more until he shoves me backwards onto his desk at full fucking force. I land so hard on my back that it almost winds me, gulping in breaths as my arms fly over my head, and with my flailing position everything else goes flying too. His bottle of whisky goes toppling to the side, spilling vintage Scotch all over his paperwork, and his pen holder goes tumbling to the floor, but he doesn’t give a shit, just bears down on top of me and sucks at one of my tits through my bra like a greedy fucking savage.