Chapter 15
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
FRIDAY
I want to see my special curva in slutty action, to get a taste for just how sterling a performer she is when she is in the hands of other clients.
Only these will not be ‘clients’ tonight, they will be men, chosen by me. Two of them at once, to be precise. You will be performing with two random ‘clients’ selected by me this evening,
Ella. You will be given a brief to follow – as you would with any other proposal. These men are in for a lucky gift this evening.
Any man would find such a beautiful curva hard to resist, so there will be plenty of options to choose from. I will select the clients, and the proposal will be underway as soon as I give the word – with instructions given as to what services you will be providing.
Make it authentic, sweet curva. I will be watching. And so will your adoring boyfriend.
I’m curious to observe how much he enjoys the experience alongside me. Please deliver us a five-star performance, and nothing less.
I’m sure you will.
Proposal duration – three hours
Reward – a trip out on the wonderful French Riveria tomorrow. I have booked an afternoon yacht voyage.
For all three of us.
I don’t know which part of Heath’s proposal I’m more shocked by as I read it through at the restaurant. The fact that I’ll be ‘performing’ with strangers in front of both my client and my boyfriend, or the reward itself.
Heath will be coming with us on the yacht tomorrow. A yacht, with Heath Mason on it.
He handed me the envelope once we were finished up with dessert, passing it under the table.
I examine the paper the proposal is written on, being sure to keep it hidden from prying eyes. He’s added that last part, about the three of us. I can see the change in the pen colour.
I give him a smirk across the table, suspecting he scribbled that extra little line during his bathroom break earlier.
“What do you think, sweet curva?” he asks me.
“I’m more than happy to oblige. And as for the reward. Wow. I guess being out and about has definitely had an impact on you.”
Heath leans back in his seat. The cocktails have been flowing nicely, and the wonderful upmarket thrum of the restaurant has been putting him at ease, little by little. It’s been so nice to witness.
“Yes, it’s certainly had an impact.” He smiles. “I like it.”
“Good,” I reply. “Because I like it, too.” I take Josh’s arm to the side of me. “We both do.”
Heath locks eyes with Josh.
“And how do you think you will enjoy the rest of it, Josh? How do you feel about Ella performing later this evening?”
Josh pats his lips with a napkin. “Piece of cake. No problem whatsoever. Ells will nail it.”
“I’m not talking about Ella,” Heath says. “I’m talking about you.”
“Me?” Josh smirks, and flashes me a smile. “Piece of cake on that score, too. It’s just work, I’m used to it.”
It’s when his eyes linger a little too long on mine that I register what is about to go down here. Yeah, it’s work. I fuck other clients, Josh fucks other clients, and we do double bookings where we fuck clients together. But I’ve never been on the sidelines, watching him fuck other people without me involved. Other women. I haven’t seen him only as a performer, pleasuring other people while I stare on mute and out of the picture.
Neither has he. The situation is the same in reverse.
The regularity of proposals has become pretty standard in our world. We wave goodbye with a see you later, babe, earn those five stars! We stay up, waiting for the D&S – Done and Safe – message to come through, all set to greet each other with kisses and hugs and congratulations. And we have after sex. Lots of after sex. But as for seeing it? In the flesh?
I dunno. It seems a bit… weird.
“It’ll be cool,” Josh says to me, clearly noticing my realisation. “Can’t wait to see you at the top of your game. It’ll be an experience.”
“You’ve seen me at the top of my game plenty of times.”
“Only when I’m part of the game.”
Heath leans across the table.
“You don’t have to proceed.” His smile has a slight edge of nerves to it. “You can keep the reward regardless. We’ll all still take the trip on the yacht tomorrow.” He reaches across the table for the proposal. “Let’s just forget it, shall we?”
I keep hold of the paper, looking at him as he looks at me. Trying to read him.
What is this really about? I didn’t have Heath down as much of a voyeur – not outside of watching me and Josh play in front of him, so this is pretty left field.
Maybe the buzz of being in public has done something to him. Either way, he deserves his proposal, and I’m sure Josh feels the same, so I fold the proposal letter up and slip it back in the envelope. It goes in my clutch, not in his waiting hand.
“I’m doing it,” I tell him.
His shoulders drop. “You really don’t have to.”
“I know that. But I’m doing it anyway. Just give me the instructions when it’s time.”
Heath’s gaze switches to Josh. “How about you? How do you feel?”
Josh is so chill as he takes a sip of his cocktail.
“Like I said, it’ll be cool. An experience.”
“I hope so,” Heath says, and calls over the server for the bill.
I’ve been feeling anonymous in Cannes, largely in the cocoon of Heath’s amazing villa, but I feel the attention a lot more as we leave the restaurant, as though the bubble has been burst. I noticed Heath getting stares, whispers and wide eyes on the way in, sure, but I’m far more aware of them now. I feel on display myself along with him as I walk at his side, and I’m not sure I like the sensation. Maybe it’s the proposal lying ahead… or maybe it’s just how it is.
For me, it’s just one night. For him, he’s in the spotlight, everywhere he goes.
It’s not just Heath Mason people are looking at as we walk from Café Belle époque to a swanky club around the corner. They are looking at me and Josh, too. Examining us. I grip my boyfriend’s hand and put a big grin on my face, trying to live up to the status of the celebrity masterpiece at our side, and I get it. I do.
I finally feel what it must be like for him, everywhere he goes.
Women stare at me in particular, looking me up and down before whispering and giggling. Judging. Gossiping. I dunno. It brings back just a touch of my self-consciousness from when I was a nobody, living in London squalor while Connor took the spotlight on stage. I never felt good enough. Worthy enough. Deserving enough.
But things are very, very different now.
I’m a very, very different woman to the sad girl I used to be. I am good enough. I am worthy enough. And I always will be – walking at the side of Heath Mason or not.
It’s an honour to be at the side of a man so incredible as him AND at the side of a man so incredible as Josh. My smile notches up, naturally, because I am not the old Ella anymore. I glow with pride from deep within.
Fuck anyone who wants to shoot any of us down. They can fuck right off.
“Are you alright?” Heath asks, pulling me to the side when we reach the entrance to Le Mirage – one of the swankiest clubs in the whole of Cannes.
I laugh, resisting the urge to stroke his cheek. “I should be asking you that question, not the other way around.”
Josh still has my hand, and squeezes tight.
“We’re all alright, Heath. Stop worrying and start enjoying things. You got this. We all have.”
The sparkle in Heath’s eyes lights up my whole world.
“I’ve been enjoying this more than you could ever imagine. It’s one of the greatest decisions I’ve ever made.”
Josh chuckles. “See if you’re still saying that at the end of the night.” Heath’s eyes widen until Josh pats him on the back. “Joke. It’s gonna be cool. It’s all gonna be real fucking great, just feel that vibe. It’s rocking.”
I can feel the vibe. The thump of the bass booming loud. The cocktails have gone to my head, and my feet are itching to dance in my stilettos. My whole body is screaming for more, more, more. I don’t ever want the night to end.
The filthy proposal will only be a part of it.
One I’m going to be proud of.
We don’t slip into the club unnoticed. One of the bouncers clocks Heath in an instant, and the rail is opened for us, letting us straight inside. We’re led upstairs to the VIP balcony, and a server comes over to us especially, seeking us out in the crowd.
Heath orders more swanky cocktails. Passionfruit and strawberry something this time. Really fucking nice, whatever they are. I wouldn’t want to see the price tag on these. He must have spent thousands in the restaurant already.
We dance together in a little trio, with our glasses in the air, revelling in the energy around us. The dim lighting makes it easier for the anonymity to swallow us back up into its safety net – the spotlights all focused downstairs.
I make sure that my hands are all over Josh, not Heath. We don’t want any rumours flying around he’ll have to contend with.
I’m just a girl out with her boyfriend, both of us friends with Heath Mason and nothing more.
Such a shame it can’t be more. I’d be the happiest girl in the world to be able to express my true feelings for Heath as well as Josh. To be free. In love .
Ouch. The thought is too much.
I dismiss it – putting it down to cocktails and ambience and shoving it back in my internal shadows where it belongs.
“How about the proposal?” I ask Heath when we’re done dancing to another track. “Better get things moving. Any more cocktails and I’ll hardly be able to walk on these bad boys.” I lift up a heel.
“I’m sure you’ll manage, princess,” he says – then seems to forget himself as he takes my hand and leads both me and Josh over to the edge of the balcony. His need for anonymity has taken a back seat. Again, probably down to cocktails and ambience. Such killers.
Whoa, the place has been filling up. There are people everywhere down there – suits and designer dresses galore.
Heath seems to be scouting the dancefloor. I watch his eyes as they skirt and ponder. So addictive.
He leans into me, so I can just about hear his words over the music.
“In the corner, over there at the far side of the bar. A group of guys, clearly on the lookout. The ladies’ bathroom is behind them, so it’ll be easy for you to make an introduction. Go, sweet curva. Pick two of your choice and take them for a walk, along the glorious sand towards the villa. Such privacy there.”
I get it. I’ll end up by the villa… and most likely by the secret entrance to the beach. Very private.
And very clever.
“We’ll be watching,” Heath adds. “Give us the performance of a lifetime, please. Be a dirty curva, and act like it.” He reaches a hand into his pocket and puts something in mine.
I glance down to find rubbers in my grip. Four. Ok, wow, he does want a performance. I slip them into my clutch.
“Two guys, yeah?”
“Yes, two.”
“Any preferences? Want me to do anything in particular?”
“I’ll leave that up to you. Enjoy.”
“Ok. I’ll see you later.”
I turn to my boyfriend, whispering an I’m off, love you , and giving him a kiss before I retreat from the pair of them. It feels bizarre to be leaving them behind, knowing they’ll have their eyes on me from the balcony. And who knows where else?
I imagine they’ll be following.
Fuck, I’m going to give them a show.
Heath totally deserves it.
I weave my way to the ladies’, taking my time so that I know Heath and Josh will have located me. I imagine them watching from up above, and it feels… good. Yeah. It feels good.
I prep myself in the bathroom, topping up my deep scarlet lipstick and planning the route ahead.
I know the way… once we’re out on the front, the beach will lead us all the way along the boulevard, and out towards Heath’s place.
A group of women join me in the bathroom, set for some freshening up themselves. They stare at me like I’m some kind of zoo exhibit and my cheeks burn in horror, because fuck, they must have seen me with Heath! They’re speaking French, so I don’t understand what they’re saying, but when one of them gets out their phone and starts angling it in my direction, I know it’s time to bolt. Right now. I have to get my mission underway and get the hell out of here.
My adrenaline is pumping harder than the bass when I rush out of the bathroom and barge into the crowd of guys Heath was pointing at. I act like I’ve slipped, grabbing hold of a bulky member of their gang, giggling as he holds me steady.
He’s a great barrier for the women leaving the bathroom. They walk on by without a sight of me. Thank fuck for that.
“You ok?” the bulky blond asks, and it’s a relief to hear his cockney accent. Flirting with him in my native tongue will be so much easier.
I make a bold move, opting for casual – a casual girl in glamorous clothing.
“Yeah, I’m cool. Just drunk and fucking horny.” I laugh. “Much harder to pull anyone in this kind of place than it is back home. I won this flashy French holiday a few months ago and got dressed up for the part and everything. Thought I’d be getting laid by now.”
His eyes light up as he looks me up and down.
“I don’t think you’ll have any trouble getting laid, sweetheart.”
I laugh again. “Is that an offer? If it is, I’ll take it.”
He laughs along with me, shaking his head in obvious disbelief. “Don’t you even want a drink first?”
I lean into him. “Nah. My friend has already fucked off with a guy and ditched me. Can’t be assed with another cocktail. They cost a bloody fortune.”
He looks flustered, like a duck out of water, and one of his friends raises an eyebrow, obviously wondering what the fuck is happening. The thumping bass is a blessing. It drowns out our conversation.
“You really want to leave? Now? For sex?”
“Sure do.” I run my hand down his posh shirted chest, and it feels weird knowing my boyfriend is watching from up above. “There is, um, one condition though.” I side eye the friend of his who raised an eyebrow. He’s hot. Tanned and dark haired. Confident. He reeks of swagger.
They’ll be a good pair. A good enough pair. “I want two at once.” I bite on my lip as I lean into my conquest. “Seriously, I’m such a horny bitch. I can’t get enough.” I put my hand to my mouth as though I’ve revealed the secret of a lifetime. “Sorry. Cocktails talking. Cocktails and the truth.”
Buff blond raises his eyebrows, and I worry I’ve pushed it too far.
“You want to fuck me and Marcus? Now?”
All or nothing…
“Shit,” I hold up my hands. “That sounds bad, doesn’t it? Sorry, I’m just a dirty bitch. Ignore me, I’ll move on.”
I make to step away, but he grabs me by the arm. Tightly.
Yes. I’ve got him.
“Hang on there. What’s your name?”
I almost say Holly . But no, that doesn’t feel right. “Lucy.”
“Lucy?”
“Yep. And I’m out to be a lucky Lucy tonight.”
“I, um…” Poor buff blond stutters as he tries to weigh up the situation. “Ok, I’ll ask him. Just wait right here.”
He gestures for Marcus to join him a few steps away, and I chance a glance up at the balcony. I feel so fucking vulnerable down here. Vulnerable at the prospect of failure more than anything, because if I have played it too fucking quick with Blond and Marcus, then I’ll look like such a tit in front of Heath and Josh.
I suck in some breaths, because if I do get the chance with Blond and Marcus, I’m going to get my act together and up my game. Earning five stars has been so easy this week that I’ve become comfortable. Too comfortable.
I’m an entertainer in this bar tonight, just like the entertainer I am back at home.
Thank the heavens that both Buff Blond and Marcus appear before me with dirty grins on their faces.
“Hey, Lucy,” Marcus says, another cockney.
I shoot him a drunk, flirty smile.
“Hi there, Marcus. You going to come with us? I’m sure you’ve been told what a horny cow I am. Sorry, this isn’t my general, uh, territory. I’m from the East End.”
“No problem with that,” he says. “We were looking for a companion tonight anyway. I’m happy to come along, if Ben is alright with sharing.”
Marcus and Ben.
“You’ve made my night,” I laugh. “Just a few things, though.”
I pull both guys closer to me, my heart thumping as I think of my onlookers upstairs.
“I like it dirty. Like real fucking dirty. I’m talking on the beach. I love getting fucked on the beach. I love cock down my throat. And I love it in my fucking ass as well. Think you can handle that?”
I flutter my lashes as I pull away, using my looks to my advantage as I hold my shoulders back – the huge rack of my cleavage on proud display.
Marcus swallows, and Ben runs his fingers through his blond hair, and I’m good enough at this game by now to know both of them have raging hard-ons.
Yeah, I’ve succeeded.
I will succeed.
“I’m sure we can handle that,” Ben says, and he wastes no fucking time getting on with it. Maybe he thinks I’m a fucking headcase, high or trashed on cocktails, and it’s clear he sure doesn’t want to miss the opportunity.
They push past their friends with slaps on the shoulders and me in tow. I wave goodbyes to the randoms around me, and strut along, following their lead.
As much as the balcony calls me, I don’t look up. I don’t dare. I don’t want to risk so much as a glance in Heath Mason’s direction now I’m a slut on duty.
The guys slow down when we’re around the back of the club and heading towards the beachfront. Ben lets go of my hand when he realises I’m not a bitch on a high who is going to make a run for it now we’re out the door.
“East End?” he asks, and I nod.
“Yeah, couldn’t believe it when I won the online raffle thing I entered. I only sent a text as a joke.”
“Ah. You entered one of those?”
I nod as though I’m proud. “Best thing I’ve ever done. Only did it because I was drunk.” I pause and give them a twirl. “Look at the outfit I got out of it, too.”
Both men laugh. Their suits are designer. They certainly didn’t win their trip to Cannes in a raffle.
“You look incredible in that outfit,” Marcus says. “I cannot wait to see you out of it.”
I point up at the moon. “Good job it’s a full one. You’ll get to see plenty on the beach.”
We keep walking.
“We don’t need to fuck on the beach, Lucy. I have a hotel suite nearby,” Ben says.
I shake my head with a laugh. “No way! It’s one of my bucket list things. Sex on a beach with two at once.”
I’m glad it’s late enough that these guys have had enough drink to loosen them up. I can’t imagine them considering this absurdity in the cold light of day, but they are well up for it right now. They take one of my hands each as we stroll together with the beach to our right, the waves gently lapping.
I wonder if Heath and Josh are following us, or if they are on their way back to the villa.
I’ll make sure I’m in full view, regardless.
I wish I had taken advantage of the opportunity for another drink or two from Ben as we walk along. The night air is beautifully warm, but it’s sobering, and my senses get heightened with every step.
These aren’t clients as such. They are clients because of a client. And it’s different.
They are strangers without safety checks, or a proposal laid out to stick to. Just two guys with a girl they think wants filthy sex with them as a bucket list item on a glorious beach in Cannes.
I do have a safety check in place though, and my gut instinct is sure on that. I have two safety checks in place, in fact. Josh and Heath, and no doubt wherever the proposal goes tonight, they will make sure I come out of it ok.
It takes me by surprise when Ben takes a step away from me and looks me up and down.
“You said you’re Lucy, right?”
“Yeah. Lucy Louise.”
“That’s quite a name.”
I laugh. “Yeah, my mum thought Lucy-Lou sounded cute. I don’t think she’d see me as cute right now, though.”
“You look familiar,” he says. “Sure you weren’t on one of those reality TV shows as well as winning a prize?”
I get a zip of horror as he examines me, because FUCK, maybe he saw me with Heath earlier.
Damn, this is hard.
“I wish!” I exclaim. “Man, I’d love that. Put me on Love Island any day of the week. I’d be in the hideaway every single night I was in there.”
He laughs along, and I relax. I have to focus.
He didn’t see me with Heath. Neither of them did. I’m just being paranoid.
“This part of the beach suit you?” Marcus asks, once the brightly lit streets of Cannes disappear behind us. We are on the deluxe villa street now, but we’re not there yet… not close enough to our destination.
“Not yet. I wanna get to the rich bit. The real posh area.”
“Where the celebrities live?” Ben smiles. “Guess you are a fame hunter.”
“A girl can dream, right?”
They don’t question the location any further as we stroll along. I bring Holly the whore to the fore and turn the conversation smutty, to keep their attention on what’s to come.
I tell them what a dirty girl I am, who loves two at once, because I’m a hungry slut who can take it. East End Lucy-Lou doesn’t have a filter. I giggle as I talk about loving a pounding in my ass, and sucking on dick like it’s made of candy. I tell them how good I am at deepthroat, and how I can’t wait to show them.
“You do threesomes often?” Ben asks. “You sound like a… pro.”
Fuck. I thought he was going to say prostitute.
I shrug. “Had more threesomes than I can remember. Honestly, guys…” I grope my tits through my dress. “Having both tits sucked on at the same time is like dying and going to heaven.”
“Fucking hell,” Marcus says, eyeing my bulging cleavage, “I’m already hard and ready to blow.”
Ben is nodding his approval – or agreement, licking his lips at the prospect.
And it works on me as well as them.
My pussy comes to life, sinking into the fantasy of what lies ahead. Of how good I’m going to be at living up to Heath’s proposal. I do want two cocks. The fact that they belong to Ben and Marcus means fuck all to Holly. She wants it however she can get it.
My heart races when the outline of Heath’s villa appears in the distance.
“Let’s get on the sand,” I say to the guys. “Do me a favour and help a girl out of her stilettos, will you? I wouldn’t want to topple over.”
Ben gets to his knees and unbuckles my designer shoes. I use the opportunity to show him I mean business, and hold his head to me, revealing my bare leg through the split in my dress.
His kisses are nothing but sweet little touches and it makes me giggle.
“I hope you do better than that when we’re on the sand.”
It rouses him. He grips my ass and presses his face to my crotch, rubbing his nose against my pussy through the satin.
Hmmm. He’ll be ok. He’ll cut it.
“Let’s go!” I say, and take off barefoot, leaving the guys to chase me with my shoes in Ben’s hand.
Fuck, how I run, with the sand between my toes as I get closer to Heath’s villa.
“Come on!” I call, loving the pounding of the feet behind me as two men chase for the prize. A needy ‘East End’ slut with her holes on offer.
I could cry out in delight when I reach my destination, at the foot of Heath’s grand villa wall. The beach is virtually private here – the splash of the waves down the shore a much better soundtrack than the thump of the bass in the club earlier. The breeze will carry the filthy grunts well.
I let out a satisfied moan when Marcus reaches me. He knocks me off my feet and sends my clutch flying, then wastes no time – pinning me on my back and grinding against me. I hitch up my legs and encourage him with a yes , showing the pair of them I’m for real.
I tug my satin dress down so they have access to my tits, my nipples hard in the sea air. The moon is bright overhead, and I can see both of the men’s expressions changing – their lust coming to the fore.
This isn’t just going to be a bit of slutty banter. This is for real.
“I meant it when I said I want to get pounded like a dirty fucking bitch,” I tell them. “You better live up to it, or I’ll have to walk back to the club to get some more.”
“No fucking need to do that,” Marcus says, still grinding on top of me. He slavers at my bare tits, his mouth popping as he sucks on my nipples, and Ben drops to his knees, unzipping his suit trousers to free his cock. My hand is straight to it, still gloved in satin, working his length.
He’s alright. Decent enough. Nothing spectacular.
I’m glad that Heath demanded I take two.
Holly the whore is in her element now, consumed by the proposal. I beg Ben for his cock, opening my mouth like a hungry chick for him, and he leans down to give it to me. I slurp like a tramp, wet and gagging for it, hitching myself on the sand so Marcus can shimmy my dress up and pull my panties off.
“Lick my cunt,” I say to him, slobbering around Ben’s dick. “Get me ready for it.”
Marcus doesn’t know what he’s doing with his tongue. Lucy-Lou would be disappointed, but luckily Holly isn’t. Holly is a pro at getting what she needs.
I spread my legs on the sand and reach down to splay my pussy lips for him, angling myself towards his sweeping tongue. Yeah, he’s got my clit. He’s got it.
“Fingers,” I tell him. “Get me ready.”
He gives me one, tentatively. He’s more of a pussy than my pussy, so I groan for him.
“More… oh fuck, I need more. Please. Way more than that.”
The fucker shows me four before he plunges them deep.
I grunt and take it. Clearly I dented his pussy ego.
I like Marcus. I can feel a beast under the surface that hasn’t yet had the chance to be tapped into. Poor guy is twenty-five tops, and likely never come across a girl like me.
“That’s it,” I tell him, my words blurred around Ben’s cock. “Make me take it.”
It feels good to have brutal fingers in my cunt, with a slobbery tongue lapping at my slit – no matter who it belongs to. I slow down with Ben’s cock, as the last thing I want is a load of cum down my throat when we’ve barely even started.
“Your turn now,” I say to Ben, smiling around his dick. “I want you to taste me, like I’ve tasted you.”
He smiles down at me. “I’ll gladly have a taste of your pussy, Lucy Lou. I’ll eat you out all night long.”
Marcus pulls away and Ben moves to take his place, but I scoot up and shake my head.
“No, let me ride you. I want to ride your fucking mouth.”
Ben heeds my wish and lies on his back, not giving a shit for the sand on his suit. I straddle him, and lower my bare, sloppy cunt onto his open mouth, working my hips like I’m a rodeo rider, with my arms braced above his head.
I let the moans come naturally. I let my filthy words flow free as I tell them for real how much I like to be stretched, and used, and soiled like a whore. My big tits bob as I use Ben’s mouth to get me high, and I tell Marcus I have rubbers in my discarded clutch so he can get his cock ready for me.
And then I look up at the villa.
It looks so familiar, even from this angle.
I wonder if Heath and Josh are watching me. I wonder if they can hear just how much of a slut I’m being with two unsuspecting men.
“Ready to take it?” Marcus says, his cock now sheathed.
I nod. “Desperate, more like it.”
I dismount Ben’s face, and position myself on all fours with my knees spread wide, my tits and ass on proud display, with my dress dishevelled. My submissive side shows its face, and I surrender to whatever is coming. I’m theirs now. They can do whatever they want with a whore like me.
“Use whatever holes you want,” I groan. “Just fuck me.”
Marcus isn’t a pussy this time when it comes to my pussy. He slams my cunt in one, with his sheathed dick hitting right to the balls. The angle is out, but I don’t care. I shunt against him and beg for harder. HARDER. I beg for Ben as well. MORE.
BOTH.
That’s what I want.
Both of them.
They take it in turns at first – a couple of thrusts each in my pussy before they switch. Their timings get tighter as they get more desperate, and I encourage it.
“Don’t worry,” I say. “Plough me like the dirty bitch of your fantasies. Treat me like I’m a whore. I can take it.”
I rub my clit, with my face in the sand as two random guys fuck my cunt, consumed by nothing more than offering everything I have for them. But I’m not doing it for them, I’m doing it for the men watching.
Because I know they are watching.
My boyfriend and my idol.
I can sense it.
It makes me tingle.
It gives me shivers.
It makes me come…
And it’s when I’m coming that I ask the randoms fucking me for the obvious. Both of them at once, just like they knew I wanted.
They knew I wanted two guys at once, they just didn’t know I meant it in one fucking hole…
“Sure,” Ben says. “It’ll be tight though, won’t it? Don’t you think it’ll hurt?”
“Yeah.” I smile. “It’ll make my pussy hurt, but that will just make it better. Stretch my dirty fucking cunt like men, not weaklings.”
“You really are a slut,” Ben says.
Marcus says nothing.
Both guys are hesitating and I think I know why.
“Don’t tell me,” I say with an eye roll, “what if your cocks touch?”
“They will,” Marcus finds his voice. “A spit roast would be better.”
“Yeah,” Ben says, “I like the sound of that.”
Shit.
There’s a big difference between experienced clients and guys out on the pull.
“You won’t be touching, not really. You’re wearing rubbers. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity, guys. I want both your cocks in my whore cunt, and I promise you the climax of your lives. Two rampant cocks banging one tight hole. You’ll have bragging rights back home for ever.”
“Good point,” Ben says, working his sheathed cock. “Come on, Marcus, let’s get her fucked.”
Marcus is working his cock, too, but he’s still hesitant.
“It works like this,” I say, “You get on your back, I’ll straddle you, get you nice and deep, then Ben comes in from behind, and before you know it, you’re getting the fuck of your life.”
“Yeah,” Ben says, “get down on the sand, mate.”
I get up on my feet, step up to Marcus, and touch my hands to his chest. “You get the added bonus of sucking my tits.” A gentle shove and Marcus goes down.
Bingo!
I waste no time straddling him, grabbing his dick and sliding onto it, balls deep.
I lean forward, my tits dangling in Marcus’s face, and look up at the villa walls as he grabs my tits and sucks a nipple into his mouth.
I smile up at home . At the men watching me. Because I’ve done it. I’ve given a performance as Holly that is true to my talents.
I picked the men Heath wanted, and got to the location he asked for, and I became the whore he wanted me to be. With strangers. All for him.
“Get ready,” Ben says, dropping to the sand behind me. But I’m already there. My pussy wants the strain of taking two.
My cries are all real as two inexperienced guys try to double fuck me, because they haven’t got the prowess or the skill of men used to the game, but that’s ok. It’s all ok. I grunt and grit my teeth, and I take it, two poor idiots with no cock knowledge slamming them right the way in.
My head is so far in the game now that I’m hedonistic.
When they’re done with my pussy, they can take my ass, too. They can stretch my dirty hole like a pair of amateurs, and I’ll wail at the sky all I need to.
I tell them so.
I tell the thrusting guys that I want them in my dirty fucking ass next, like a filthy bitch, and they speed up, cursing.
Ben and Marcus like this shit. They like it a lot.
I bet they are really fucking glad they met East End Lucy-Lou tonight.
Only Ben and Marcus won’t be getting the chance.
A torchlight beams out like a beacon and lands on us, making me blink in the glare. I flinch as a voice booms loud.
“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?! GET THE FUCK AWAY! NOW!”
I know that voice really fucking well.
Oh my God.
It’s Heath.
The glare blinds Marcus and Ben as much as it does me, and they pull out of my pussy with a shit, shit, shit . They push me aside like a ragdoll, so I sprawl in the sand, off balance. Such fucking gentlemen.
They scrabble to get their pants up and their dicks back in, and the pair of wimps fucking leg it. They sprint away back towards town, without a single scrap of care for Lucy , and the predicament she could be in.
Assholes.
Heath waits until they are shadows racing away before he reaches me and holds out a hand.
I brush the sand off myself as I get to my feet, and Josh is there with him, collecting my clutch and stilettos. Oh, and my panties. He gets them, too.
My heart pounds, trying to get a glimpse of their faces to see if I’ve passed the test.
“Well?” I ask them, aware of how damn flustered I sound. “I did it, right? Was I good enough? Did I deliver?”
“You did it, alright,” Josh says and helps guide me towards the gate in the villa wall.
“And did you like it?” I ask the pair of them, stepping into the garden. “Was it fun?”
I can see the pair of them now, in the glow of the villa lighting. The familiarity makes my heart pang.
“No,” Heath says, and wraps an arm around Josh’s shoulder. “It wasn’t fun at all, it was fucking shit, actually.”
My world feels as though it’s about to drop through the floor, but Josh leans in to kiss me.
“That was Heath’s point, though,” he tells me. “That was what it was all about. A test.”
“What test?”
I feel so confused.
“Heath wanted to see Holly in action, with other men. And he wanted me to see Holly in action, with other men. He wanted to know what it felt like.”
“You were a great performer, just as I knew you would be,” Heath says, taking my hand. “But the experience wasn’t the greatest. It was… interesting. Certainly interesting.”
“Interesting?”
“It made Heath jealous,” Josh tells me, landing a kiss on my shoulder.
My stomach lurches.
“Jealous? Really?!”
“Really,” Heath says, opening the terrace door for me once we get to the pool. “And it made your boyfriend jealous, too.”
I turn to Josh, my eyes searching his.
“It made you jealous? For real? What the hell?”
I can’t stop staring at him as I back my way into the kitchen. I’m transfixed by his presence. By his demeanour. By the burn in his eyes.
The two amateurs’ ferocity has nothing on the way my boyfriend takes hold of me and slams me onto the breakfast bar, positioning himself over me with a dirty scowl on his face.
“Yes, it made me jealous,” he says. “Turns out watching something in the flesh is a tad bit different to hearing about it in the aftermath, Ella. You looked like a real fucking whore out there. Fuck, how you wanted them, that was no fucking act.”
“I wanted cock , Josh, not them. They never meant shit to me. The proposal did.”
I love the way his body feels against mine, just the way it should do.
“You’re fucking mine,” he says. “Even though you’re a hooker, you belong to me. You know that? Those pricks thought they were lords of the fucking manor, but they’re nothing. They were shit. This is the real deal, right here.”
I tip my head back and nod.
“You don’t need to tell me that, Josh. I already know. The real deal is right here, in this room. This is exactly where I belong. I belong to you . ”
I look over at the fire in Heath’s eyes, so deep and brutal that it rivals Josh’s.
And I know again there is something unspoken in the room…
I can feel what Heath wants to say, because I feel it myself. It thrums through me like electric waves.
I belong to him, too. That’s the truth of it.
And not just me, either. The same applies to my boyfriend.
Yes, I belong to Josh, but I also belong to Heath Mason.
We both do.
Oh my God, we’re fucked.