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 sigh.
She’s right.
Time to move on.
I check my inbox before my cab’s even pulled up at home, scouting through my options until I find one that takes my breath.
One thing’s for sure – there will be no morning after syndrome from this next proposal.
I won’t even get to see his face…
Chapter Twenty
User 706. Male. 38.
I like to playact rough, in the middle of the night. I’ll grab you while you’re walking along a little park backroad. I’ll tie your wrists while you struggle, and once you’re bound, I’ll bundle you into my truck. I’ll drive you over bumpy lanes until we reach the backend of nowhere, and then I’ll throw you to the ground, and let you struggle to get free. But you won’t get very far. I’ll make sure of it.
I’ll treat you like you’re a kidnapped victim, and you won’t see who I am. You won’t have a clue. I’ll be masked and clothed in black. An anonymous monster who uses you like a slut.
A little backchat is welcome. Total submission is a must.
Pussy and ass. Tit fucking. Slapping. Choking on cock.
When we’re done, I’ll bundle you back into my truck, and dump you back where I found you.
This will be playacting. CNC. No violence, besides what’s mentioned above.
Duration – 4 hours.
Proposal price – £8000.
“I’m not sure about this,” Ebony pits her eyebrows onscreen. “I know I said don’t hold back, but seriously. You might end up a traumatised wreck at the end.”
“He’s checked out though, right? So, it’ll be safe.”
“Course he is, but still. Girls normally take a long time to work up to this kind of shit. You’re still a newbie.”
Yeah, but I’m not a ‘normal’ girl. That’s what I want to say.
I’ve checked out User 706 through every forum thread in chat, and they all say the same thing. This guy is true to his word, and the brief is always the brief, no unexpected surprises. They say he likes newbies in general, because the surprise and the fear is so much more genuine. There are a few girls who freaked out so bad they backed out of the proposal and screamed their safe word the very moment they got grabbed, but he didn’t leave them a negative review, just let them go and went on his way.
I tell Ebony this, and she looks up a few of the threads for herself, but still doesn’t seem convinced. She’s still scrolling when she catches sight of something. She smirks when she sees it.
“Are you really going after Creamgirl? You’re all out to be a hardcorer, aren’t you?”
I play dumb, as though I haven’t been checking out every comment Creamgirl has posted these past few days, fascinated. I’ve also seen her in 706’s thread…
“Sure, I saw she played with him.”
“Played with him? She’s a regular from the looks of it. So are some of the other hardcorers, bar the newbies he goes for.”
I’ve been busted. I’ve seen Harlot and Bodica have taken him, too. Weston isn’t on there, but he’s a guy, so maybe 706 is a girls only client. Anyway. Who cares? I’ve been looking, and I’ve been seeing, and Eb knows it. This guy plays with the hardcorers, and I want to be one of them.
She laughs. “Has anyone ever told you you’re competitive as holy fuck, Ella?”
I’m honest with her. “No, they haven’t actually. I’ve always been the weirdo on the sidelines, picked last for every team. And then, when I met Connor, he was the superstar, not me. I barely had a scrap of ambition of my own, you know? None. I’d have worked in the store for ever if it meant he could follow his dreams.” I feel the passion flowing through me. “And now, for once, I have a calling of my own. Something I want to do for myself.”
“And that’s being a hardcorer? You want to top the agency charts?”
I get a bloom in my chest, and fire in my stomach. I’ve been reading my reviews on loop, along with some of Creamgirl’s, wondering if I have what it takes to earn the seriously crazy money, and be a dreamgirl like her.
“I never thought these would be the kind of charts I’d be out to top, but yeah. I want to be a hardcorer. I want to be up there with Creamgirl.”
Ebony gives me a round of applause, nothing fake about it.
“Good for you. The change in you is fucking awesome. You’re on fire, babe.” She pauses. “BUT, these kind of games can blow your world apart. Instincts are instincts, and yours will want to charge right on out of there and out of his sight.”
I’ve already thought this through.
“And so what? If that happens, he’ll leave me alone and let me go.”
“He will, yeah. But you might be a shivering wreck, too scared to leave your room for months on end.”