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)
Five stars.
Holly the schoolgirl was a pure treasure. Her acting was impeccable. Her roleplay was divine, and as for her bedroom skills – I’d be very surprised if anyone would be able to surpass this experience. I’ve enjoyed a lot of entertainers over the years, both naughty boys, and naughty girls, but this was a new dynamic. She almost blew me out of my role, and that speaks volumes in itself. I’m a very, very determined actor.
Her ass is perfect for a spanking, and her sweet voice is beautiful. She looks wonderful in pigtails, but she’d look wonderful in anything from lacy lingerie to a clown outfit, so take your pick.
Holly was the best entertainer I’ve ever shared the night with.
I don’t say that lightly, so take heed.
Wow. Just wow. And oh my God. Daddy likes naughty boys, too. Fuck, that’s hot. Insanely hot. Urgh. That’s only made the pang of wanting him even worse.
I read the review out to Ebony, and she cheers for me.
“Five stars! Nailed it again! Go you!”
I’m glowing happy, but reading his words only makes the puppy dog lurch come back stronger. Maybe I will have to look up this morning after syndrome.
“How do you suggest I get over him?” I ask Ebony.
“It’ll only take a few days. The trick is, stay busy, and remind yourself that he isn’t real. He’s a character, just like you were. It’s easy to make characters into fantasy heroes when you’ve had a good night with them.”
“Great timing, isn’t it?” I roll my eyes. “The one time I need to keep busy is the one where I’ve just quit my day job.”
“Tempted to go ask for your job back? You could beg and plead to be a good girl.”
I laugh at that. “NO!”
“Exactly, so find some hobbies. Some actual hobbies, and I don’t mean following Connor around like a groupie, cheering him on from the side of the stage.”
Jesus. I haven’t thought about Connor in ages. It’s like he’s been wiped from my head, erased into nothingness. I look over and his rucksack is still there, but I haven’t even registered it. I haven’t been giving a toss about him and Carly. I genuinely couldn’t give a shit about him anymore.
He was the only hobby I really had.
How pathetic really. My life was all about him. Just WTF, seriously?
“Right, I’ll get some hobbies,” I say to Eb. “I might take up yoga. Pilates. Crochet.” I laugh. “Drama classes. Sounds like with training, I could win an OSCAR… Will you walk down the red carpet with me?”
That sets us off in giggles, and I love it when that happens. We’re laughing until she’s holding her sides, and I roll over on the bed, pretty sure I’m snot-laughing into my pillow.
The comedown from that is special on its own.
“I have to go,” she says, finally. “Got to shower and sleep before later. I’ve got a bondage booking at midnight.”
“Jeez, do you ever stop?!”
“Nope. And if you have any sense, I suggest you get right on and at it again. One of the biggest ways to get over morning after syndrome is with another booking. Something totally different.”
“Ok,” I tell her.
“Catch you later.” She blows me a kiss and I blow her one back.
Then I do as I’m told and fire up the chatroom.
Morning after syndrome.
She wasn’t lying. There are loads of threads about it, mainly from newbies, with more experienced entertainers chipping in to help. One girl was so in love with a pair of masters that she was legit going to offer to live there with them for free. She would have split up with her boyfriend and everything. Luckily people talked her out of it, and she recovered. Plus, she searched their User IDs online, and they weren’t anywhere close to being masters in real life. One of them was a traffic warden, who also made bookings for guys offering to give him blowjobs in exchange for fake parking offences. Hardly the aristocratic lord of bondage he portrayed himself to be in the session.
It's all fantasy. FANTASY. And being paid for it.
Reading through the thread makes me feel less alone, and considerably less crazy. The knot of loss in my stomach loosens, slowly, and Ebony was right. She usually is.
I should take the rest of her advice as well… and get another proposal booked in ASAP. Something with a totally different flavour.
I scout through my messages. Standard, standard, standard. Nope, nope, nope. There’s a guy who wants me to pretend to be his dirty girlfriend at his work Christmas party, and hang out with his friends the next day, but I can’t do that yet. That roleplay would be a whole other league. There’s another guy who wants me to shoot ping pong balls from my pussy, for God’s sake, but I haven’t got the pelvic floor down nearly enough – I need to get on that again. And then, last on the list. Ooh. This one captures my interest…