Chapter 2
CHAPTER TWO
I need to unload, and it’s going to be hard and brutal when I do.
I’m done with leeches, and hangers on, and suckers up, pretending to do me service.
I have to take their bullshit in the boardroom every day, and take their crap every second I’m outside of it.
That’s the thing with money. Everyone wants a slice of your pie.
For once, I want a different slice of someone else’s and to savour every mouthful. What I want is a slutty pie like yours.
I need a whore who knows how to be a whore, not afraid to do what they’re paid for. A hot, dirty, kinky goth slut who can handle what she promises.
Based on your reviews and the vast amount of services you offer on your naughty list, I know you’ll fit the bill, hence I’m more than happy to pay yours.
I expect you to give me the respect a client deserves.
Holes on offer, spread wide, not abashed or shy in giving service.
I love anal, throat fucking, and pounding wet cunt.
Expect it rough. Hair pulling, hand slaps and wrists pinned tight, yet you’ll give me nothing but moans of pleasure in reciprocation.
Give me what I need, Holly and deliver the goods. Earn another of your golden five-star reviews.
Duration: Three hours
Proposal fee: ￡4500.
Ican feel the very tension in User 2644’s words. His pent-up frustration is so fierce that it emanates from the text. It suits me just fine. I’m definitely a girl who can take it.
I read his proposal over and over on the way to Ekert Corporation’s Head Office, trying to keep my mind on track and away from any paranoia.
The city roads are quiet at almost midnight, and that helps, just a little.
Small steps will eventually reach their destination, even if they are on shaky legs.
I read that in one of the self help books I’ve been reading.
This feels like the best self help I can give myself.
I was a quaking mess when I waited for the cab down the street from our Airbnb, freaking out that the driver would recognise me and call up a news outlet right off with an I found Ella Edwards announcement, but he barely gave me a second glance.
He entered the postcode of the destination without hesitation, no questions asked, and we set off on our merry way. I could have cried with relief.
I take another look at 2644’s proposal. I am indeed going to give him the respect a client deserves. I’m going to earn my five-star review, no question.
And more importantly than that, I’m going to enjoy it.
I’m free to be Holly, if just for a few hours. Cake Baker can fuck off. I want the mindless purity of serving a client’s wishes as they revel in my skill. It will give me enough joy to set my soul alight, so User 2644 is in for a real treat. There won’t be any fakery going on here.
I want a whore who knows how to be a whore, not afraid to do what they’re paid for. A hot, dirty, kinky goth slut who can handle what she promises.
Based on your reviews, I know you’ll fit the bill.
I’ve made sure Holly is dressed up nicely for him tonight, matching my profile.
I’m wearing black lacy lingerie under the tight satin purple of my dress, wrapped up neatly beneath my long leather coat.
My stilettos are gloss black with red soles.
My lips are scarlet to match, and my catflicks are spot on.
Not only have I dared to step out into the world tonight, I’ve been daring enough to look like my true self. So far, so good.
I stare up at the high-rise buildings with a smile once the cab hits central London. It feels like years since I’ve seen them.
Any problems whatsoever, just call, Josh said when I left the apartment.
He kept his own proposal calendar free, so he’s poised to be available.
Ever the supportive partner. I’ll be over the moon if there are no problems whatsoever to report.
I’ll be so fucking happy if I don’t need him and his white charger tonight.
I’ve needed him more than enough over the past five weeks.
Ekert Pharma’s Head Office is in one of the glass towers in Canary Wharf, stately and grand.
I’ve been around this district plenty, serving high paying clients, so I know exactly where I’m heading.
I pay the driver in cash, rather than show him my Ella Edwards bank card, and he waves me off with a see you later.
I’ve already booked him for the drive home.
I click arrived on the Agency app when I reach the main entrance of Ekert Pharma, resisting the urge to do a freaked-out pirouette and scope out anyone who might be around.
Be gone, paranoia. Nobody will be pointing or shouting my name, I tell myself.
Not here in Canary Wharf, and not now, at close to midnight.
I’m not Ella the heartbreaker here, just Holly the whore.
My client’s instructions ping straight back through.
Floor seventeen. Office at the end of the corridor. Caden Ekert on the door. Tell security you are here for me and they’ll let you right in.
It’s crap how much of a criminal I feel as I walk up to the security desk. Guilty of a crime I never even committed.
The security guard is busy on his monitor as I make my way towards him.
I take a breath, and try to assure myself I will be ok, but my nerves are running wild.
I force my feet to move regardless, because I’ve got this.
No matter what, I’ve fucking got this. I force a smile when I reach the reception desk, and manage to keep my composure.
“I’m here for Caden Ekert. He’s expecting me.”
The security guard nods, and gestures to the end of the foyer, just like that. No raised eyebrows, no wide eyes of recognition.
“Elevator is on the right,” he tells me. “Know where you’re going?”
“Floor seventeen, yes.”
His eyes rove up and down my body as I give him a thanks, but I’m used to the kind of want in his stare. It’s not interest in Ella Edwards, the alleged hooker cheat that’s driving him. It’s interest in Holly. He wants a piece of me, just like Caden Ekert.
What a relief. It notches my confidence up another gear.
I loosen my coat as soon as I’m in the elevator, revealing the satin of my dress.
I check my makeup in the mirrored wall, smiling at my reflection as I fully recognise myself as Holly again.
I’ve missed being Holly almost as much as being Ella.
I just didn’t realise just how closely the two sides of me are aligned inside. Not until now.
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.”