Page 59 of The Naughty List

“I have to go,” she says, finally. “Got to shower and sleep before later. I’ve got a bondage booking at midnight.”

“Jeez, do you ever stop?!”

“Nope. And if you have any sense, I suggest you get right on and at it again. One of the biggest ways to get over morning after syndrome is with another booking. Something totally different.”

“Ok,” I tell her.

“Catch you later.” She blows me a kiss and I blow her one back.

Then I do as I’m told and fire up the chatroom.

Morning after syndrome.

She wasn’t lying. There are loads of threads about it, mainly from newbies, with more experienced entertainers chipping in to help. One girl was soin lovewith a pair of masters that she was legit going to offer to live there with them for free. She would have split up with her boyfriend and everything. Luckily people talked her out of it, and she recovered. Plus, she searched their User IDs online, and they weren’t anywhere close to being masters in real life. One of them was a traffic warden, who also made bookings for guys offering to give him blowjobs in exchange for fake parking offences. Hardly the aristocratic lord of bondage he portrayed himself to be in the session.

It's all fantasy. FANTASY. And being paid for it.

Reading through the thread makes me feel less alone, and considerably less crazy. The knot of loss in my stomach loosens, slowly, and Ebony was right. She usually is.

I should take the rest of her advice as well… and get another proposal booked in ASAP. Something with a totally different flavour.

I scout through my messages. Standard, standard, standard. Nope, nope, nope. There’s a guy who wants me to pretend to be his dirty girlfriend at his work Christmas party, and hang out with his friends the next day, but I can’t do that yet. That roleplay would be a whole other league. There’s another guy who wants me to shoot ping pong balls from my pussy, for God’s sake, but I haven’t got the pelvic floor down nearly enough – I need to get on that again. And then, last on the list. Ooh. This one captures my interest…

User 1982. Female. 39.

I want you to fuck my husband while I watch you. I want you to fuck him like you’re fucking crazy for him and he’s the hottest guy you’ve ever had, begging for more of his dick while he pounds you. Anal and pussy.

I’m going to be a jealous bitch right the way through. I’m going to tell you you’re a disgusting, cheap slut, and slap you around, and spit on you, but nothing is going to stop you fucking him. You’ll be too crazy about him to stop, and you’ll tell me so.

By the end, I’m going to be so frustrated that I’ll make you take a ‘dick’ of my own at the same time. It’ll be a big one. Call it punishment, but you’ll be such a needy slut you’ll want it anyway.

You’ll be grateful enough to beg for it, and demonstrate that by eating my pussy like a hungry whore.

It’ll be my husband’s time to watch by then…

Duration – 6 hours.

Proposal price – £2400.

I read that one through a few times. Not something I’d have generally considered… fake adultery while a jealous woman tells me what a bitch I am and abuses me with spit and slaps. It sounds weirdly fun, though. Definitely one for the experience book. Plenty different from daddy play in Wrenshaw that the morning after syndrome can go take a hike. Or I hope so.

I consider the price and work it out – 2.4k minus the agency cut, divided by six, works out at just over 300 quid an hour. I work it out further – £5 a minute. Five pounds a minute for fucking a guy like I love him while his wife spits and slaps, ending with a meal of pussy and a good stretch.

I click accept – it’s a great price – and I choose a date from the options.

Fuck it, why not?

I pick tonight.

Another address in suburbia. This one on the outskirts of West London. It looks an impressive abode on street view.

I’m about to log out of the app when the search bar catches my eye again, tempting me… I can’t help myself. One more little nod to the morning after syndrome, and hopefully a bit of a reality check.

I type in User 762 and hit the search button.

My heart is pounding when the list of threads shows up. My stomach drops when I see just how many users have been with him.

The best daddy ever!

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