Page 54 of The Naughty Week
Proposal duration – until the final piss before bedtime.
Reward – a night out for you in an exclusive club in Cannes. Take your chance to explore the buzz of such a vibrant location.
Josh is still putting today’s wine stock up in the chiller when I read the proposal aloud. Heath couldn’t wait to hand the envelope over to me, dashing through to the bedroom to grab it when we were barely back in through the door.
The proposal makes perfect sense, knowing Heath. Piss play is one of his staples back in London.
I recall the way he watched Josh and I sipping the wine samples at the vineyard, and admiring the tastes, him knowing the whole time that he’d be filling our mouths with an entirely different substance this evening.
I shoot him a dirty look as I grab a glass from the cupboard and fill it to the brim with some icy cold mineral water. I down it in one, and wipe my lips clean.
“Damn, I am seriously parched from today. Such warm weather.”
Josh gives me a smirk over his shoulder, rising to his feet when he’s finished putting the wine away.
“Yeah, I’m with you on that, Ells. I’m absolutely parched myself.”
He downs a glass of water in one right after me, and Heath laughs, getting a glass of his own.
“Glad to hear it. That’s a yes to the proposal then, is it?”
Josh smacks his lips.
“That’s hardly a truth or dare style question, Heath. You know we’re with you every step of the way when it comes to this kind of proposal.”
“Yes, I know that, but I wasn’t joking about bottle filling. I have some ideas to play out.” He pauses, looking my boyfriend right in the eyes. “You know what I’m talking about, Josh.”
There are unspoken words between them. A smile that conveys they are both on the same page yet again.
But I’m not. I have no idea what the fuck they are referring to.
I rest an elbow on the counter. “I’m intrigued. What or whosebottlewill you be filling? I don’t get it.”
Heath taps his nose. “You’ll have to wait to find out.”
Josh laughs as he pours another glass of water. “Christ, Heath, your proposals are so vague compared to our other clients. They spell it out to the letter before we agree to them, listing pretty much every fucking detail. You’re the only one who uses the one liners and innuendos with me. And as for Ells, she’ll have no idea what you’re on about.”
He’s not wrong.
“How do you feel about that, Ella?” Heath asks me. “Does it bother you? Would you rather I spell it out word for word? I’m sure other clients do that for you.”
I wink at him. “Yeah, they do, but you don’t need to bother. What can I say? You’re a one off.”
Heath is smiling as he tugs his cap off and lets his hair fall free.
“I’m a special client, am I?”
“Very.”
He takes a glug of water from his glass, then tips his head to the side. Now his glasses are off, the full beauty of his stunning, bright blue eyes gives me a slam of butterflies.
“Tell me. Would you go along to another client proposal unless they spelled out exactly whatbottlethey were thinking of? Exactly what the hell they were going to make you do for them?”
I answer honestly.
“Depends on the price. And the client. Their reputation.” I pause, then smile. “And how I was feeling when the proposal came through.”
“What if the price was nothing more than a club visit out in Cannes? Quite a pathetic payout compared to the big spenders, I’m sure.”
