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)
LOUDER. Knock on the door like you mean it. Call me Steve. Shout that you need to see me, that you’re desperate for my dick.
Ah, yeah, of course. He wants me to make a spectacle of myself, just like the proposal stated.
It feels weird out here, in the hallway, knowing the house is probably full of other residents, minding their own business… at least for now, but that doesn’t matter. There’s only one reason I’m here, and it’s time to get in character.
I knock harder this time, knuckles rapping hard against the wood.
“Steve! Are you in there?! It’s me. Holly!”
Nothing.
“STEVE! Let me in! You know what I’m here for!”
Silence.
I take a breath and hammer my fist against the door so hard it rattles.
“STEVE, FOR FUCK SAKE, JUST LET ME IN, WILL YOU?!”
I hear a door open behind me, and spin around as two people step out into the hall. A guy in a baggy sweater and loose denim shorts, and a girl in a fluffy pink dressing gown, folding her arms as she stares at me.
“You here for Steve?” the girl asks, like it’s not obvious.
Time for the roleplay. I let my coat fall open, so they can see my cheap slutty outfit.
“Yeah, I’m here for Steve,” I say. “Is he in? I need to see him.”
“Think so,” the guy says, his eyes straight to my tits, that I know are spilling right out of my bodice. “What you after? Weed or something?”
“No,” I say. “He promised he’d fuck me tonight. I just hope he follows through with it.”
I expect their eyes to widen in shock, but they don’t. The girl sneers at me like I’m a crazy bitch, and as for the guy, he laughs. Yeah, cheeky bastard. He fucking laughs at me.
“He’s probably too stoned to hear you.” He puts his hands around his mouth. “Oi, STEVE!” he hollers, but still nothing from Room 2, so he shrugs. “Sorry, you’ll have to scream your fucking head off until he hears you. Or you could try calling him?”
“I’ve already tried.” I hold up my phone, pretending. “He’s ghosting me, but I want his dick too much to stop. Fucking hell, I wish he’d just answer.” I turn back to Room 2, but the couple don’t go back in theirs. I feel them there, still watching me.
I hammer on the door again like a mad bitch.
“STEVE, JUST OPEN THE DOOR, WILL YOU?! I know you’re in there! You promised me cock, remember? YOU SAID I COULD TAKE YOUR FUCKING DICK!!”
If I was myself, nice little Ella right now, I’d be mortified at how desperate I look, but I’m Holly tonight, and Holly the entertainer doesn’t care. Holly the whore wants to be fucked by filthy Steve in this filthy house, and she doesn’t give a shit who knows it. She wants them to know it.
“STEVE!” I shout, at the top of my voice, and slam my fist against the door once, twice, three times before it finally opens up, just a crack.
“What the fuck are you doing here?”
I make sure I’m panting as I get a glimpse of him.
“You promised you’d fuck me, remember? Last night, when you messaged, you said I could take your dick tonight.”
“I was trashed last night. I don’t remember.”
I know his neighbours are still staring. It only adds fuel to my filthy fire.
“Just give me your big fucking cock, will you? I’ll do whatever you want, just give it to me. I haven’t stopped thinking about it all day.”
I hear him scoff through the crack in the door. “Run out of tricks to fuck, have you? You’re such a desperate bitch, you know that?”
I act like I’m ashamed, shooting a look of embarrassment over my shoulder. Sure enough, the couple down the hall are still watching on like this is reality TV.
“It’s your dick I want, Steve. And no. I don’t have any tricks tonight, alright? I’m desperate. For you. I always am. You know it. So stop being an asshole and give me your cock, will you? I’ll make it worth it, I promise.”
“You’ll make it worth it, yeah?” The door swings open, and User 1496 reveals himself, leaning against the doorframe like a rundown resident of shit town. He’s wearing a faded black t-shirt and old blue jeans, his hair a mid-length tangle of brown that hasn’t seen a brush in a while. “I want your ass as well as your pussy, or you can turn the fuck around and walk back out again.”
“Just let me in, ok? You can have whatever you want.”
He sighs, as though he’s granting mercy. “Alright. Get your horny little ass in here, then. Dirty bitch.”
“Thanks.”
I make sure I cast another look over my shoulder at his housemates before I step inside. He smirks and waves at them before he closes the door behind us.