Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 25098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
A frown crosses my face because this is the part that Barry doesn’t know: I actually recorded our liaison last night. It’s so bad, and I’m sure the agency would fire me immediately if they found out, but I’m doing this for a reason. I’m trying to escape an arranged marriage to that nitwit Samuel Coleman, and as a result, I need to sully myself. I need to prove that I’m in the escort business, and this is how I’m going to do it.
My finger presses play, and I watch as my nude form saunters over to the bed and lies back before lifting my knees up to my shoulders. Goodness, I had no idea I was so flexible! But it’s the naughty look in my eyes that gets me as I coo at Barry.
“Here Daddy,” I mewl while slipping one hand down to tap at my asshole. “This is all yours. For a price of course.”
Barry’s muscular back enters the frame, and it’s clear he’s naked. Although you can’t see his face, his stiff cock juts out from his hips, already weeping at the tip. His buttocks are tense and the muscles in his hamstrings look carved from wood.
“How much?” he growls, a large hand already slipping up and down that pole, getting it slicked up.
I merely giggle and gently push a finger into my asshole before stirring it around teasingly.
“Call the agency if you want to find out,” I coo. “But for tonight, let’s say one thousand, okay?”
“Done,” he rasps before descending on me. Then that shaft of steel is pushed into my asshole as my eyes roll back, keening sounds of pleasure torn from my throat.
My hands shake as I watch and my breathing comes fast. OMG, did that really happen? But I clench my bottom again, and the resulting painful twinge makes me wince. It definitely did. Barry Childers enjoyed my ass last night and I was more than happy to oblige. Hell, I would have paid him to insert it in my bottom again and again, it was that good.
But now, I need to put the next steps of my plan in motion, and I text my buddy Chrissy. “Are you around?”
I put the phone down on the edge of the tub and slide into the water until only my neck and head are exposed. If I don’t get out soon, I’m going to become a prune, but I don’t care. At that moment, Chrissy texts, “Fifteen minutes?”
“Perfect,” I text back. Then I haul myself out of the tub before drying off and wrapping myself in a big, comfy robe. Ah, this is the life.
When we connect on Zoom, Chrissy is bouncing in her chair, her brown curls flying as her baby giggles in her lap.
“Oooh,” I coo at the child. “Hi Isaac! How are you?”
He burps happily, his blue eyes mischievous.
“This little guy was just fed, and he’s going to nod off soon,” my friend says. “Aren’t you, Isaac? So Mommy can talk to her friend in peace?”
As if on cue, the baby lets out a huge yawn and nestles into his mother’s arms. Then, his long lashes drop and within seconds, Isaac’s asleep.
“Perfect,” Chrissy says with satisfaction. “He’s not usually this good, but we got lucky. Now tell me everything. How was your date last night?”
I giggle.
“It was perfect, Chris. Thanks for suggesting Curves because the date couldn’t have gone better. My man was H-O-T!”
Chrissy lets out a soft giggle, her brown eyes mischievous.
“And? Did you get a recording?”
I nod.
“Yep, I did as we planned and I was just watching it. Chris, that recording is triple-X rated and there is no way anyone could think I’m anything but an escort.”
Chrissy laughs again.
“OMG, I knew you could do it. So what are you going to do now?”
I squinch my brows together.
“I don’t know, to be honest. I mean, how do I get the video of us to Samuel and his parents? Do I walk into their home, press play on my phone and say, ‘Hey, take a look at this?’ Or do I send it through email with the subject line “Me and a John. Made lots of $$$ with my ass.” Chris, you really need to help me out with this one.”
My friend laughs again.
“OMG, you’re so bad! Me and a John? You are hysterical, girl! But how explicit is the video and how good is the quality? Is everything sharp and visible?”
“Oh yeah, it’s perfect. The angle is right, the lighting is right, and the audio comes across crystal clear. I moaned up a storm and my throat is hoarse today.”
My friend lets out another laugh and the baby stirs, causing her to hush immediately.
“Ok,” she whispers, “let me think. Well, I think you should only have one copy because what if they decided to put it on YouTube to get back at you? There is such a thing as revenge porn, you know.”