Page 35 of The Naughty List

“Right here?”

“Yes, right here. Give me your coat and show me your thighs.”

I hand him my coat, and he hangs it on the banister along with my bag, fumbling to make sure they’re balanced. My heart is racing as I wait for his attention. I picked out a tiny black satin dress that barely covers my ass, and kept my legs bare on purpose. I don’t need to look down at my thighs to know they’re trailing blood. I gave him my heaviest flow day, just like he asked for.

As well as my short dress and bare thighs, there’s something else I picked out for User 319. I hope it’s an ace card that will lead to another five-star review…

“Want to see more?” I ask him, and he nods, with no concern for the cream carpet.

I hitch my dress up higher, slowly, inch my inch, to reveal the ace card. He groans out loud as my choice of lace panties come into view, pure and white. Only they aren’t white anymore. I test my crotch with my fingers, and they come back soaked in blood.

“My fucking God,” he says. “Get upstairs now, please. The bedroom door is open. First on the left.”

I hurry up the stairs and on through the doorway, and whoa, he’s prepared for me. Everything is covered in clear plastic sheeting. The bed, the floor, the bookcase. Even an old looking armchair he has by his wardrobe. He’s put white bedding underneath the sheeting, and it feels so clean in here with his magnolia walls, and white furniture, everything so light and bright, lit up by a cluster of three spotlights on the ceiling.

It's going to look like a murder scene when he’s finished with me.

“Take your dress off, please,” he says, shutting the door behind us. “I want you bare apart from those beautiful panties.”

“Sure, of course.”

I pull my dress up and over my head, knowing the bleed through from the fabric is likely going to make me even more messy. I kick off my heels and throw my bra to the side, and it’s just me in my stained white panties, standing in front of a guy who wants me so bad his hand is shaking as he points to the bed.

“Over to the mattress, please, on your back.”

“My pleasure.”

It feels so good when I take my position. I let out a deep breath of pure relief, relaxing as I open my thighs, with no more concern for bleeding in places I shouldn’t. I’m User 319’s plaything now. He can worry about the technicalities.

“Great choice of panties, Holly,” he says, the first time he’s used my name.

“Thanks, I was hoping you’d like them.”

“Like them?! They’re the hottest pair of panties I’ve ever seen.”

“I chose them especially,” I tell him, and his hand goes straight to his crotch again.

“Nice,” he says.

“Tell you what,” I say, with a wink. “You can keep them when we’re done, if you like.”

“I’d love to keep them when we’re done. How generous. Thank you.”

He looks like I’ve just offered him a cruise across the Atlantic, seriously. I should get a rush of the surreal, but those waves of WTF are leaving the old me in the dust. I’m becoming more of a filthy whore every minute, and it’s more of a confidence boost than I ever figured it would be – to be wanted so much by people willing to pay for it.

User 319 looks at me like I’m a goddess on plastic sheeting when he sits down on the bottom of the bed. He eases my knees wider apart, staring up at my stained panties as he licks his lips. His animal instincts begin to show; his gaze is fixed on my crotch as he strips himself, tossing his sweater, shirt and tie to the side. His trousers and boxers slide off easily along with his socks.

A regular guy with a regular body and a regular dick. I’m relieved he hasn’t got a monster, due to the tenderness of bleeding.

I wait for his move, watching him, watching me.

“Have you done this before?” he asks.

I shake my head. “No.”

“Do you really mean that, or are you trying to make me feel special?”

I smile at him. “Honestly, I haven’t done anything like this before. You’ll have to give me instructions, since I’m a total newbie.”

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