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)
“Can you move your laptop to your bed, please?” Troy says next.
I look to the side of me, reach over and chuck my work clothes on the floor, out of sight.
“Sure.”
I position the laptop between my legs and sit myself down on the covers, angling the screen back up at me. I know things are about to get a lot more serious. My nerves are jangling.
“Do you have any toys?”
“Yes. Plenty.”
“Get one, please.”
I pull open my beside drawer and take out a decent sized dildo.
“Good. Now, lie back for us and hitch your legs up wide.”
I do as I’m told, breaths shallow. I’m horny on instinct, even though I’m absolutely crapping myself.
Orla’s voice comes in. “Now, it’s up to you, Ella. Give us a taste of what you are comfortable with. What you’re capable of.”
Troy talks next, clearly testing me. “Cunt and ass, please. We want to see you use both.”
I nod before I lie back for them, propped up on my elbows so they can still see my face onscreen, my tits still bare, nipples still hard. I start slowly, teasing my pussy with my fingers at first, through my sopping panties.
“I’m really wet,” I tell them, the horniness taking over me.
“Show us,” Troy says.
I slip off my panties then work my bare, wet slit, spreading myself so they can see me glistening. Then I moan as I slip two fingers inside myself, curling just right. Fuck, yes. It feels good. Two fingers turn to three, and I push them inside, circling then fucking myself slowly… slow but deep, over and over. I hitch myself higher, so they can see my ass as well as my pussy, and then – when my fingers are slicked up nicely – I move their position, teasing the first one over my asshole. I clench first. Tight and on purpose. I fight against the way I push it inside, and it’s fucking bliss. I moan like a bitch in heat, I can’t help myself.
There’s no doubt about it now. Nerves be damned. I can do this.
I work myself up to taking all three fingers in my asshole, so they know I can handle it, spreading my pussy with the other hand so they can see how swollen my clit is… and how desperate I am for more.
I’m going to give them a show they’ll remember.
I don’t use lube on the thick dildo, just rub it up and down my slit, my ass still clenched around three fingers. Fuck. It’s going to hurt, no matter how wet I am, but I don’t care. I think of how many times I’ve taken this with Connor. I couldn’t give a shit how hard I have to push to get it in my pussy while keeping my fingers in my ass. It’s usually Connor using the dildo, or his cock inside me, but I can do it on my own. I know I can.
My moans and protests come hard and loud, but I don’t stop. I won’t stop. I force the thick toy in my pussy for the people onscreen, panting as I look right at the camera, and then I fuck myself, knowing they’ll hear me squelch as well as moan. I’ll impress them, and I’ll make it real.
I close my eyes and work myself like I need to. I forget they are watching as best I can and focus on myself.
It doesn’t take me all that long to come. I’m filled and stretched, and the head of the dildo is rubbing right against my G-spot as it slams back and forth, so I can’t help myself. Faster and faster, deep and rough, and I’m crying out, genuine and real, lolling my head back as I peak for them.
I let out a coy little laugh as I pull the toy and my fingers free, still catching my breath as I smile for them in the aftermath.
They wait until I’ve come down from my high before Troy’s voice cuts back in.
“Fantastic show,” he says. “Very talented.”
“Thank you.”
I’m waiting for the verdict. Petrified at the silence. I know they are talking about me on mute.
Please. Please. Please.
Orla clears her throat before she speaks, and my pulse is going crazy.
“You’re hired,” she says, and I’m so happy I could skip around my bedroom as she sets up my account and talks me through the final practicalities. Fuck! Yes! I’m an entertainer now!
I’ll owe Ebony one for the rest of my whole damn life.
Chapter Four
I work at lightning speed over the next few days, providing everything the agency needs from me. I sign some official looking documentation, and dash to a clinic on my lunch break for an STI test on Tuesday – forwarding a copy of the results as soon as they come in. The job description I’m signing up to is nothing like my actual role, of course. The authorities wouldn’t be happy to receive a copy of the ‘naughty list’ with my achievements ticked off to justify my wages. Officially, I’m in PR.