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Chapter Six

User 829– Male. 46.

I like to dominate cute goth girls like you. I like to treat entertainers like the sluts and whores I’m paying you to be. I want to make you gag on my cock and stretch you with toys until your pussy is used up and dripping, juicy. I want anal play, deep and hard, and I want to slap your ass while I’m doing it. Another thing, high on my list, is that I want to punish those lovely big tits of yours.

And all the while, I want you to be a good little girl and call me Sir.

Duration – 5 hours.

Proposal price – £1600.

User 829 isn’tone for niceties, that much is obvious. He steps aside to let me pass, and eyes me up like I’m just a toy for his amusement. Nothing more.

He’s right, I guess. I’m Holly here – the goth girl who’s going to take his cock in her ass hard and rough, and call him Sir for five hours straight.

Time to get in the zone.

I shrug my coat off, draping it over the back of a chair so he can see me in my full glory. I give him a little curtsy, holding the ruffles of my tutu, and use the word of the night for the very first time.

“Hello, Sir. Pleased to meet you.”

“You, too. Your safe word isflagaccording to the system. Is that right?”

“Yes, it is.”

I left the red out of it when I set it up. No point going for overkill…

His voice is deep enough to give credit to his appearance. I try to hide my trembles as the mountain of a man walks over to the mini bar at the far side of the room. He has a bottle of whisky already open with a shot glass in use, but takes out a fresh bottle of champagne from the fridge and holds it up for me.

“Do you like champagne, Holly?”

Fuck, how I love champagne, I just rarely get the chance to afford it.

“Yes, Sir. I do.”

He smirks. “If you promise to be a good girl, you can have some.”

“I’d love that, Sir. I’ll be a very good girl, I promise.”

I have goosebumps up my arms, I’m so fucking anxious, but there is no doubt about it – User 829 is making me really damn horny. I’ve never come close to fucking a guy like him.

He’s not in a designer suit, just a tight hugging t-shirt, and a pair of decent black jeans, but that makes no odds. He oozes confidence.

“Demonstrate how good a girl you are,” he says, and clicks his fingers towards the floor as though I’m a puppy in training. “Get down and crawl to me.”

The carpet is plush under my knees and palms as I crawl across the room like he wants me to. I look up at the bulky tower of a man when I reach him, and he pops the champagne cork, but he doesn’t get a glass for me.

“Open your mouth,” he says, and holds the bottle, tipped ever so gently. He feeds me, giving me just one tiny mouthful at a time.

It tastes delicious, and it feels fucking filthy to drink it like this.

“Want some more?” he asks, and I nod, mouth still open. “You’d better say please then, hadn’t you? Mind your manners.”

“Please, Sir. I’d love some more.”

“Good girl. You’re learning. Don’t worry, I know your profile is new,Holly.”

He gives me more champagne, just a trickle at a time, teasing, and I let my mouth fill right up before I swallow. I’m sure he can hear the fizz at the back of my throat.

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