Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 103000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
I tell Ebony I’ve been accepted as soon as I receive the message, and she gives me a video call, beaming as I thank her from the bottom of my heart.
“Amazing! When do you start?”
“I’ve got a meeting with Orla in just over an hour. She’s going to talk me through setting up my profile, but as for actually starting? I don’t know. As soon as I get a client who wants me, I guess.”
“Don’t worry about that, baby. Demand is off the scale right now, and you’re one hell of a stunner.”
This is such a contrast to how life was a few weeks ago. I’m no longer focused on Connor, ruminating on every memory we ever shared. Instead, my thoughts are filled with the ideas of clients, money, and the absolute drive to see Mum and Dad. The fire in my stomach isn’t about my ex-boyfriend anymore, it’s about ambition. It’s about me.
“Good luck,” Ebony says when my meeting is about to start, and I hang up with a thanks.
I log into the agency site via incognito mode, and Orla begins to talk me through my profile. I’m fascinated, scrolling through the upload photos and the about me section I have to fill in. A video intro section, too. Then, I see it. The naughty list. Whoa, I know the agency told me they had restrictions on new entertainers, but the limited version of the naughty list really is limited. Anal is the most extreme option I have on there, and even that is listed as toy and cock only, singular. No stretch play.
“It’s for your safety, and our clients’ satisfaction,” Orla says. “Once we have your first review in and logged, we’ll evaluate your options.”
“Great, thanks. When will that be?”
Fuck, I hope I don’t sound desperate. I’m glad Orla doesn’t know my motivation is down to the cost of flights in December and getting across to my parents’ place. I’ve only got a month to go, tops, so I need to make it count.
“Don’t worry. We ask our clients to complete the feedback form as soon as possible,” Orla says. “As long as it’s a good review, we’ll give you the control.”
“Ok, great.”
“So…” she says. “What’s your profile name going to be?”
I’ve thought this through already. It’s apt. This is my Christmas finance solution after all.
“Holly,” I tell her.
“Holly?”
“Yeah, I went for festive and cute. I’m sure there are plenty of Elviras and Jezebels and Lilliths on here already.”
She laughs. “There are a few, yes. I like Holly. It’s… sweet.”
“Hopefully your clients like it, too.”
“They will. Right. Get to it, fill in your sections, and we’ll get your profile live as soon as it’s done.”
I tick everything on my limited naughty list, and upload some dirty pictures Connor took of me when we were playing. I record at least five versions of my video intro before I’m happy, stumbling over my words until I get them right. Then I click submit, and I wait, tapping my fingers on my dressing table, heart thumping.
I get the notification and the link to my live profile about twenty minutes later. I look at myself onscreen, and I can’t believe it, seeing myself advertised like this. I play my own video on loop, and scroll through my own pictures, wondering if they will be enough to attract clients. I’ve got Mum’s good looks, and my pictures are filthy hot, but there must be so many entertainers, so many options for clients to choose from.
I jump as my first message icon shows at the top of the screen. My hands are shaking as I click to open it.
Proposal – User 1378. Male. 39.
Fuck. FUCK. I could cheer out loud. Someone wants me.
Several items from the naughty list are ticked off on their proposal. Oral. Vaginal. Two hours maximum.
Blowjob and different positions, his request says. Doggy style is my favourite. Short goth dress. Fishnets.
Duration – 2 hours.
And the fee he offers…
£400
Hardly enough to retire on, but it’s my first go, and it’s basic play. Like really basic. I’m sure I can suck someone’s dick and offer them my pussy for that amount of cash to land in my bank account. I’d earn more in two hours than I make in three whole full shifts at work. I don’t even think about it before I click accept. The calendar comes up once I’ve accepted. Three options.
The first is for tomorrow night. The address is a B&B in East London. I look it up and it seems ok. Nothing grotty. Should be fine to get to on the tube. Yeah, I can do it. It’s another click from me.
I get the confirmation message through, and it’s there, outlined. Set in stone.
At 9 p.m. tomorrow night, I’ll be fucking a stranger for £400.
Ebony is still online, so I call her. I can’t sit still, shuffling on my stool and fanning my face with my hands.