The answer is obvious. Two of them are far cleaner than the others. The others are rusty and worn, but these two look new. And underneath them, in an open bin, are the two used rubbers he must have sheathed them with.
Even though I feel like I’ve taken two bricks inside me, I’m still in lust filled wonderland when I check out the other tools hanging up alongside thetoysI’ve taken. Some of them are bigger. Heavier. Real fucking huge.
Shame I won’t ever get to feel them, because User 965 said he never uses anyone twice.
I can only hope that maybe one time, just this once, he makes an exception.
D&SI message my boyfriend, before I switch off my client’s workshop light and make my exit. I padlock the metal shutter door behind me as I wait for my cab, and I’m buzzing with life when Josh messages me back.
Well, what was it like?
I grin at the sky before I type out the words.
Amazing,I tell my boyfriend.It was absolutely fucking amazing.
CHAPTER SIX
I’m snuggled up on the sofa with Josh, recounting the glorious details of being double-spannered and triple clamped when my phone sounds out with a notification.
It’s a very particular kind of notification. Unmistakeable. One from The Agency’s official staff team.
My eyes widen on Josh’s as I pick my phone up, and he puts a solid hand on my knee.
“It’ll be ok. Your profile is active and you’re hitting those five stars again just fine.”
I manage a nod, but my fingers are shaky as all hell as I unlock my screen. Who’d have ever thought I’d be more nervous about an app message than I was about getting naked in a stranger’s workshop while he rained hammer blows around me?
The message is from Orla, just one simple line, which seems far more terrifying than a whole body of text.
Are you available for a video call this evening?
“Shit,” I say, and turn my screen to Josh.
The greenonlinecircle is by her name, and he reaches forward to brush some of my hair behind my ear.
“Take it now, baby. Monsters only grow in the shadows if you don’t face them.”
He’s right and I know it.
I take a breath before I type a reply to Orla.
Ready whenever suits. How about now?
I haven’t spoken to her since before Cannes. I haven’t been able to face it. Just like I hadn’t been able to face anything at all until just a few days ago. But things are different now, I try to assure myself. Ella is coming back, just like Holly has.
Orla wastes no time. When I see the O onscreen as an incoming call, my stomach does a rollercoaster dive.
“I need a shower,” Josh lies. “Good luck, baby. You’ll be fine.”
He winks before he leaves the room. I wish I had just a single percent of his confidence.
My heart is thumping when I connect the call and see myself in the side pane onscreen. I look as petrified as I feel. Orla’s anonymity only makes it worse. The Agency staff never show their faces. Their calls are always just a single white initial of the caller against a blank background.
“Hi, Ella,” Orla says, and I get a rush of emotion at the sound of her voice.
“Hey. How are you?”
“I’m good, thanks,” she answers. “But much more importantly, how are you?”
