Reality feels like it’s warped for me right now, trapped in no man’s land between the world of Ella and Holly. Ella’s has consumed so much of my energy in the Connor drama, that my life as an entertainer seemed to shrivel and die. But my entertainer self truly is rising from the ashes.
My hardcorer side is stirring.
“I’m hardly a newbie, and yeah, it’s full on accurate.”
He smirks. “Sorry. A newbie tome.”
I guess I am still a newbie when it comes down to it. Compared to Josh, Tiff, Eb, Harlot and Bodica, I’m fresh to the party. If it wasn’t for client confidentiality, I’d ask him who else he’s fucked, and how many of the naughty list boxes he’s checkedout for himself. But I sip my scotch, and stare at him with eager eyes, waiting for him to talk.
He puts his empty glass down beside me, and takes hold of his cock, squeezing the base tight.
“You for real about fisting?”
“Yeah, absolutely.”
“Piss play? Monthly play? CNC?”
“All of them.” I smirk as I tip my head. “For the right price, of course.”
“Your profile says you do girl on girl. Gang bangs. BDSM.”
“I do all of them. I love every second.”
“So I’m vanilla to you, am I?”
On paper, yeah, this guy is pretty vanilla compared to the clients I take on, but the energy from him is nothing but. I wonder what fantasies he’s hiding there, under the surface. Has he just been letting off steam with basic hooker play before? Is he the kind of man that could get a whole load filthier with the right encouragement?
With the right entertainer.
“Relatively, sure,” I say. “But you’re nice and dirty with the staples. Accomplished.Veryaccomplished.”
He raises an eyebrow. “Is it you reviewing me now?”
“Would you want me to?”
He reaches out to squeeze one of my tits. An unspoken act of dominance.
“Don’t pull bullshit with me, Holly. I’d want a review that was real.”
“And you’d get one.”
I chance a glance down at his cock and he’s growing.
“Go on. Tell me,” he says.
I work on instinct. I have to.
“I think you’re top marks, actually. You know how to fuck pussy. You know how to push deep and use that fat cock head ofyours to drive a girl crazy. You’re a brilliant team player. Natural rhythm.”
“Thanks. Maybe you’ll say the same about me pounding your asshole. My ex used to squeal like a dying cat, claiming she loved it. Probably as fake as the rest of her.”
“I haven’t finished,” I dare to tell him. “I think there’s an awful lot of potential that you’re hiding… lurking in dark corners while you’re busy.”
His eyes sharpen, and his fist starts working his dick. Yeah, I’m onto something.
“What is it?” I ask him. “What drives you crazy, but stays under the radar?”
“You a clairvoyant as well as a whore?”
