Page 22 of The Naughty List

“So,” she says. “How are you coping? How was your experience last night?”

“It was great,” I tell her. “He was pretty awesome.”

“Really? 829 is quite a notorious client.”

I get tingles at the thought of his massive cock in my ass, spreading myself while he pounded me.

“He was hot,” I say. “I could handle it.”

She laughs. “Yeah, a lot of entertainers say that. User 829 shows up as a regular favourite in our surveys.”

It still feels weird, how it’s said so casually. Like User 829 is just a guy on the system. Not a man who feeds you champagne from the bottle and orders you around with finger clicks.

Orla brings me back to the conversation.

“I see you’ve been ticking quite a lot of fresh options on the naughty list. You’re very ambitious.”

And pretty desperate for flights.

I make sure I’m looking right at the camera. “I wasn’t lying when I said I’m quite a dirty girl.”

“Your reviews are backing that up. Very good. Well done.”

“Thank you.”

We talk through my experiences, and I keep my smile at full beam. I don’t tell her that User 1378 was boring and vanilla, I say he waslovely, and as for User 829, I hold back, not wanting to sound like I’m attached to him. He was just a one-night fuck, after all. Or so he should be. My ass is still burning, and my pussy has been throbbing sore all day. But it hasn’t made any difference. I’d still take him all over again.

“You can contact me at any time,” Orla says. “Any questions, concerns, or to talk through specific proposals, I’m always just a message away.”

“Thanks.”

“Oh,” she says. “Now you’ve completed some initial assignments, I’ll add you to the entertainer chat group. It’s quite active.” She chuckles. “You’ll find plenty of hot threads on User 829 if you type him in the search bar.”

My smile drops a little when the call ends. I’m relieved to see Ebony’s online icon next to her name.

Fancy a chat?I type.

She hits the call button straight away and there she is, looking gorgeous as ever.

“I’m fresh from the salon.” She holds up her nails, so striking in neon green. “My next client has a thing for certain colours. Tonight, it’s green. I swear he wants me to look like some kind of alien for him. He wants me in lime green latex, and scrunchies. The kids are going to wonder what the hell’s up with me when I say goodnight later.”

“Latex and scrunchies?” I can’t hold back a laugh. “What the fuck?”

“You’ll come to learn. Proposals can get very, very specific, and our clients can get very, very strange. I’ve seen this guy at least twenty times over the last few years. I’ve been every colour of the rainbow. He wanted me in purple dungarees once. I’m not lying.”

“Jeez.”

“How about you? How are you finding it?”

“I spent a few crazy hours with User 829 last night.”

She raises her eyebrows. “Nice. Not too much for you?”

“No. It was great.”

“People say that. I haven’t had a night with him. He goes for the newbie goth girls with plenty on their naughty list.”

I get a fresh lurch in my stomach.

---