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His invitation is welcome. I close my eyes as a group of them drag the desk away from the wall and out into the open, holding me steady on top. I’m circled by a crowd of men jerking their cocks, while the ringleader pumps his hand in my pussy. And I come for them. A dirty whore in a raining cascade of jizz, spurting all over me.

I grip User 2155’s wrist with an OWWW as he tries to pull it free in the aftermath, but he tells me to relax. To trust him.

“Ok,” I say, “Do it.”

I’m whimpering as his thumb pulls free, but that’s the hard part – the rest of his hand slips out like I’ve given birth once his knuckles are out.

Shit. I’m done for the night. I really am. Which happens to be pretty good timing…

“Time’s up,” he says, and points to the clock on the wall. “Well done, Holly. Good fucking show.”

The memories of my strip performance are all but faded now. They feel like a lifetime ago. I’m a mess on unsteady legs as I thank them all for their time.

Praise be to Rudolph, who goes and grabs my clothes for me. Praise be as well to the mass of hands helping me get dressed as I teeter.

I use their office bathroom to clean the jizz away – wiping round after round of squelch from my pussy and ass until I’m at least vaguely sure I’m not going to seep jizz all over a cab seat.Or bleed all over one.

There’s hardly any sign of blood, actually. Just a pale smear of red amongst the white streams.

The guys all have their dicks back in their pants for the final goodbye. They wave me off with a round ofthank yous, but the thanks are all mine. Despite feeling like my sanity has upped and run, leaving me in the pits of madness, I’ve had a great time tonight. The more dicks the better. I’ll be booking up a whole load more.

And maybe there will be a few more fists to come as well…

The security guy is still sitting at the reception desk when I reappear downstairs. He gives me a look up and down with a laugh.

“Need a cab? I guess the party’s over.”

“Yes, please.”

“Dialling one now.”

Thank fuck the cab seat is soft when I slip into the back seat, but not soft enough to avoid burning me sore every inch of the way. Luckily, I have a distraction.

The five-star review from 2155 is a glower. The words give me a solid, heartfelt grin as they show up on my phone screen.

One of the greatest nights of entertainment we’ve ever had. Eight of us, all milked dry and in gratitude. Every part of her gorgeous body is begging for cum… just like her mouth is. Expect the unexpected, since we had a surprise fisting negotiation at the height of the action, and she took it well – bringing herself off through the squealing.

Happy Christmas to us. Holly is a superstar, up there at the top of the charts. And we’ve had Creamgirl, so that’s saying something.

Holy shit.

User 2155 mentioned Creamgirl, by name, and compared me to her. HE COMPARED ME TO HER. And hestillthinks I’m worthy to top the charts.

Despite my throbbing pussy, I grin all the way back home like a crazy cow, humming jingle bells, so happy I could scream.

Chapter Twenty-Two

I wakeup late in the afternoon with a groggy head and one hell of an ache down below. Hardly a surprise, really. There are only a few hours to go until the entertainer’s party, and my nerves start up as I stare at the ceiling. No doubt, I’m going to be feeling it. Hopefully I won’t be limping all night long.

Tonight won’t be anything like a proposal. The party is at a posh hotel in Chelsea, courtesy of the agency, and it’s aformaloccasion – no matter how eccentric thatformalmight be. People are going to be making an effort and so will I.

The forum has been bustling with confirmations. There are going to be a load of us there, rocking it with Christmas celebrations. A fair few are based in London, an easy commute, while some entertainers are travelling down from up north, and a few are coming over from Birmingham. Although I’ve scoped out a load of their profiles during my searches, I won’t know who most of these people are. There are just too many to keep track of. Unfortunately, most of the hardcorers won’t be making it. I almost cried when Creamgirl posted that she was going to be busy tonight, but there will be plenty of other people there for me to meet and chat with. More than enough to keep me busy. Not least Ebony.

I’m so thankful she’s offered to meet me outside the venue. It will be like a dream come true, finally getting to meet her in person.

She’s going to be wearing a beautiful full-length gown in blue, stunning, with a dainty gold heart necklace, and delicate drop pearl earrings.

I’ve gone for a black velvet number, tight and fitted, with silver sparkles over the neckline. It’s a heavy drape, and drops all the way down to the floor, contrasted with a split right up the thigh. Chic but festive. Certainly not one to be limping around in.

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