Chapter 8
CHAPTER EIGHT
I’ve been a client of The Agency for quite some time, but you are the first female entertainer I’ve approached.
We usually book men for some great triple guy action, but my husband in particular has a penchant for women, and his first girlfriend was a tall goth girl with lovely big tits and bright blue eyes.
You will be a blast from the past for him, that’s a certainty.
I’m not surprised he fell so hard for her when he did.
Lucy would typically wear lots of velvet, fishnets and pixie boots. And eyeliner, of course. Lots of eyeliner. Please take this into account when dressing for the occasion.
My husband will enjoy your services very much, as will I, but his enjoyment is paramount, so please keep him as your main priority. I will adore watching him have such fun.
Mouth, pussy and ass all available to us, please. Double penetration a must. We’ll also want to stand on as voyeurs, watching you play with yourself as we play with each other. Please don’t be shy.
Duration: 4 hours
Proposal fee: ￡4000
User 1467 sounds like a really nice guy from his proposal, putting his partner’s pleasure before his own. What a great sense of security he must have in their relationship, to stoke his husband’s memories of his ex.
I tap my pixie booted foot in the cab footwell with a smile on my face, because I feel him. I get it. I’m blessed enough to have that level of security myself with Josh.
Loads of entertainers have trouble with jealousy and insecurity when it comes to their personal love lives. I’ve heard so many tales of our line of work breaking couples apart. But not me and Josh. Not for anything. That has been made even more crystal clear over these past few months.
There was a note on User 1467’s proposal with a preferred date for their encounter, which I accommodated gladly. I’ll be arriving at just before midnight, ready to kick off the 40th birthday celebrations with a bang. Literally.
I checked out the proposal location earlier, and it’s a good one. User 1467’s apartment is in Kingston upon Thames, in one of those prestigious, old style houses overlooking the river.
Thank you, Street View.
I’ve adhered to User 1467’s instructions, and I’m gothed up in honour of Lucy in a short, crushed velvet dress with bell sleeves, and some big-holed fishnets with pixie boots.
Since it’s late on a Monday night, the streets are empty, and my confidence at being in the outside world is growing fast. Instead of getting the driver to pull up right outside their place, I get dropped on the corner of their road.
Not too far away from my destination, but enough to get my pulse racing, out in the open.
I climb the stone steps to the building to find a panel of apartment doorbells at the main entrance. I don’t press the one for the top floor, I just notice the name by the button.
The Harrisons.
Their surname, I guess.
Mr Harrison, the birthday boy. Turning forty years old in just a few minutes. I’m smiling to myself as I take out my phone. I always love being a gift for someone.
I click arrived on the app, and await my instructions.
Just letting you in now. Head up to the top floor and you’ll see our door.
A buzz sounds out and I hear the main lock click. I push open the heavy oak door and it reveals a Victorian tiled floor and a solid set of oak stairs. The place already gives off home vibes.
This is a different kind of booking to the others I’ve taken since Cannes.
Much more… personal. It has an entirely different feel to it than being in someone’s workshop, or walking past security in an office block.
This is a home I’m going to. A married couple sharing a special occasion, not just a client out for some regular fun time.
The Harrisons’ front door opens before I knock, and a sweet looking guy in glasses lets me in with a finger over his lips. I nod as I tiptoe past him into his hallway.
So, this must be User 1467.
He’s about six foot tall, his thick stance hugged tight by a patterned blue shirt over dark chinos. His hair is a light chestnut brown, and he’s clean shaven. His dimples are cute when he gives me a conspiratorial smile.
He leans in, and presses his mouth right to my ear.
“Barnaby has no idea whatsoever.” He points to the end of the hallway, and I hear the sound of a TV blaring. “He’s just through there, but here, come with me first. Let’s get ready!”
With that, my client takes my hand and leads me into their kitchen.
This place is beautiful with its oak fronted cupboards.
They have a cute hanging wall sign that says home is where the heart is, but someone has crossed out heart and put hard-on there instead.
Silly humour. I like it. Plus, they have a ceramic cat cookie pot with a bobble headed policeman next to it, waggling his finger. I can tell I’m going to like this pair.
I’m grinning when User 1467 slides out a big chocolate birthday cake from one of the lower cupboards. He’s hidden it behind some cereal boxes.
“You’ve done fantastically well with your appearance,” he whispers. “You look just like Lucy.”
“Glad I could help.”
“You’ll do more than help. You’ll set his fantasies on fire.”
“Pixie boots sure are hot, aren’t they?”
His smile is so cute.
“When they are on a beauty like you. I don’t think they’d suit me quite so much. I wouldn’t make a very convincing Lucy.”
“I dunno about that,” I say. “You could give it a shot.”
His low chuckle is contagious.
“Please don’t suggest it to Barnaby. I don’t want to be giving him a striptease in crushed velvet. That’s what you’re here for.”
User 1467 produces two birthday candles in the shape of a 4 and a 0. He sticks them into the cake and lights them up.
“Ready?” he asks, and I nod as he hands the cake over to me. It’s a quality one. Heavy. The icing looks delicious.
My client checks his watch, and his excitement at his husband’s special day is palpable, written all over his face. At this rate he’ll be more excited than Barnaby.
“Yoo hoooo, coming through!” he shouts when midnight strikes, then gestures me on ahead of him into the hallway.
I join in with User 1467’s happy birthday to you song, holding the cake in front of me as I walk into their living room and find the treasured Barnaby relaxing on a burgundy leather Chesterfield.
He’s in a far brighter shirt than his husband, in a rich brocade of red and gold with bright white trousers.
Very flamboyant. His hair is darker, and he has a neatly trimmed beard, and oh wow, how he sits bolt upright at the sight of me.
His eyes are wide, eyebrows high, as though he’s seeing a ghost. But I guess he is.
I’m the ghost of Lucy.
He fumbles for the TV remote and flicks the TV off as I approach, both me and his husband still singing happy birthday. User 1467 claps his hands in glee as I present the cake to Barnaby.
“Make a wish, birthday boy!” I say, and Barnaby stares at me, his eyebrows still high in disbelief.
“I, um, wish for a hot goth princess to walk in and offer me a birthday cake!” He looks at his husband. “What the hell, David? What’s going on?”
David. My client’s name is David.
“What do you think is going on?” David laughs. “Thought I’d kick off your special day with a special bang. SURPRISE!”
David sits beside Barnaby, and pulls him in for a kiss. I do a curtsy as he pulls away, the cake still held firmly in my hands with the candles burning.
“Too right it’s a fucking surprise!” Barnaby says. “How did you…?” His voice trails off. “Ah. The Agency.”
David pats his shoulder.
“Go, Detective Barnaby. Now, blow the candles out and make a wish for real.”
Barnaby’s eyes are on mine as he blows the candles out, still staring at me like I’m an apparition. He jumps as David lays a hand on his knee.
“Does she remind you of anyone?”
Barnaby rolls his wide eyes. “As if that’s a question. No wonder you’ve been on your phone so much, scrolling. Needle in a haystack.”
“Very beautiful needle in a very tasty haystack.”
I look from one to the other with a smirk, feeling a proud hot prickle across my cheeks.
They aren’t seeing Ella Edwards, the cheating hooker when they look at me.
They’re seeing me as Holly. A horny treat from The Agency who happens to look like the velvet loving, pixie booted Lucy from Barnaby’s past.
“Happy birthday,” I say again, and hand the cake to David who puts it down on a side table.
“Take a closer look at her,” David tells his husband. “Go on, spoil yourself.”
Barnaby gets to his feet, and he’s taller than David. My pixie boots only have small heels, and I stare up at him with a flutter of long fake lashes as he circles me.
“This is insane,” Barnaby says. “You’re like a doppelganger. Your mother doesn’t happen to be called Lucy, does she?”
I laugh as I shake my head.
“No. My mum’s name is Debra, and I’ve never seen her in black velvet in my life.”
“Extraordinary,” he says, still circling.
“You can touch, you know,” I tell him. “Help yourself. I’m your birthday treat, remember?”
“You’ll taste even better than the birthday cake.”
“I hope so.” I let Holly take over my actions. “Here, let me help you sample the goods.”
I take hold of Barnaby’s hands, and press them to my velvet covered tits, smiling as I land my lips on his.
It’s barely more than a peck, but he takes the bait, and sighs into my mouth as he pushes his tongue into action.
Fuck me, right from the off his kiss is full of unbridled lust. His tongue dives in deep to dance with mine, and I kiss him back with fervour, keeping David’s proposal in mind.
Barnaby’s pleasure is paramount, so I give him every scrap of my attention, letting Holly seduce him like a woman desperate for his dick. And that part isn’t lying. His lust fuels mine. His needs stoke the fire in my own core of need, and I’m grabbing at him. Kissing him harder. Deeper.
I am his Lucy tonight.