Total pages in book: 184
Estimated words: 176002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 880(@200wpm)___ 704(@250wpm)___ 587(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 176002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 880(@200wpm)___ 704(@250wpm)___ 587(@300wpm)
His energy is bristling, low and deep, as though he’s looking at me through User 706’s eyes and not his own. Josh’s sexual vibe can change in seconds – that much is already clear – and I love that about him. What an amazing perk of being an experienced entertainer. Being able to change your own sexual energy in a heartbeat.
“You’re a bloody tease,” I tell him, “getting my panties all wet. Anyway, I’d better go,” I say as my pick-up time approaches. “I’ll see you in the morning. Don’t worry about waiting up for me. Seriously, I’ll be fine.”
“I know that. The Agency are shit hot on safety checks,” he says, stepping up to me. “But that makes no difference. You know full well I’ll be waiting up for you. I always will. Just promise me one thing, ok?”
I smile up at my gorgeous boyfriend. “Anything.”
“Promise me you’ll use your safe word if it comes to it. Don’t push yourself past your own limits for the sake of five stars. It’ll never be worth it.”
“I promise I’ll use the safe word if I need it, Josh. I won’t ever push it too far. No way.”
His eyes don’t move from mine. “You say that now like it’s nothing, but this is a hardcore game you’re walking into. If you freak out for real, scream the safe word, call it off and get the fuck out of there. I’m one text away. I’ll be right on over to get you.”
His stare is so genuine that it makes my heart pang.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Send me a done and safe message as soon as it’s through, remember. I’ll be waiting.”
“Sure will. D&S. I’ll send it right over.”
“Have fun, baby.”
“I will,” I say with a smile.
“Lucky bastard,” he says, and gives me a playful slap on the ass as I walk away.
I’m surprisingly steady and confident as I strut across the courtyard to the waiting cab. Yeah, I’m a hardcorer now. I love the bloom of pride I get. I’m a hardcorer. I’m a hardcorer. I’m a hardcorer. The dream of dreams. I’m really making it. My proposals are ramping right up on the scale.
I give the cab driver the address and he double checks with me, as though I’m bat shit crazy, but I reply without a hint of hesitation.
My confidence stays with me until the cab reaches the far depths of the East End. That’s when the memories truly start hitting home. I recognise the collections of stores at random locations on the way, and they get more and more cheap looking the further we go.
User 706 has chosen his starting spot deliberately, and it must have taken some scoping out on his part. It’s a park track on the edge of a shit estate, dilapidated, rough, and out of view. My skin prickles, remembering the last time he grabbed me. Thank fuck I’m going to be used by a guy who’s paying a lot of money for the privilege, not by one out to take it for free.
I arrange for the driver to return at 5.30 in the morning – a triple rate promised. I only hope he’ll be there. He definitely doesn’t look all that keen when he agrees. I give him a fifty quid tip and that seems to seal the deal.
“No problem. See you at five thirty.”
I watch the cab drive away before I click arrived on the app, and then I wait for my instructions. I haven’t worn a coat on purpose, to look like even more of a slut. A trembling, cold one – but the adrenaline will warm me up soon enough. My heart is already pounding, remembering the primal fear of the chase.
I’ve made sure I’ll be able to get a decent run in. My heels are high, but not crazy enough to hold me back. I’ll be able to use them, and I’ll need to. My nerves are on edge, ready to sprint for my life.
Josh was right. It’s so easy to brush off a proposal as no big deal when it’s just a load of text on an app, but when you’re about to be hunted through the night by a filthy brute of a stranger in a ski mask, the reality turns up to maximum volume. But I remember Tiff’s words, always a gent at the end. He was a true gent last time. He might be rough, but it’s playacting. I’m the one that’s really in control.
My phone PINGS and I fucking jump.
Jesus Christ!
The instructions are the same as the last time.
Walk. Don’t look behind you.
I take a breath before I set off, hating how loud my heels sound on the path. The council have chucked some token gravel down here since I came last, but if they fixed the streetlights their efforts didn’t last long. At least half of the bulbs are smashed again.