Page 4 of The Naughty List

“I’mdefinitelyready to fuck other people. I love sex too much to stop. Messing around with toys every night just isn’t going to cut it.” I go for honesty. “If I’m not going to be fucking Connor, I’m going to be fucking random guys I pick up in bars or online. Whatever, really. Even in the cereal aisle at work, it doesn’t matter. It’s not going to mean anything. I don’t want to settle down, or meet anyoneserious, or get tied up in some new sappy relationship. I just want sex. Lots of sex.”

She looks right at me. “And so you may as well get paid for it, right?”

I go for honesty again. “Connor left me with a shit ton of debt. On my crappy wages, it’s impossible. I’m living on pasta, miserable as fuck, and really would love nothing more than to clear that shitty debt and visit my parents for Christmas. So yes, I’dloveto get paid for it.”

“You’re living on pasta? Really?”

I sigh. “Mainly, yeah, but my daily bowl of pasta is the least of my worries.”

“You really think your mind’s in the right place to satisfy clients? No offence intended but I can feel your rage, babe. It might not be the best time to go for it, and fucking clients isn’t quite the same as pulling people in bars. These guys aren’t often Prince Charmings looking out for their soulmate.”

“No, I get that, don’t worry.”

“So, you could do it? You really think so?”

I think of all the sex toys in my drawer, and how well I paste my smile on at work every day. I nod to Ebony. Confident.

“Believe me. Yes, I can do it. I’ll make sure I leave clients very, very satisfied. Don’t worry.”

Ebony laughs. “Good for you. If you’re really sure you’re up for it, I can introduce you to the agency. And believeme, you’d have plenty of clients. They’re crying out for hot goth girls. I’ve even considered dying my hair black, but my clients know me too well. I couldn’t pull off being a goth chick.”

“They want girls like me?! At your agency? Seriously?”

“Hell, yeah. You’d be so inundated with proposals, you’d be reading them all day long.” I must look confused, and she twigs, shaking her head. “Sorry, I forget. You don’t know how the agency works.”

“No, I have no idea. You get proposals? You mean, it’s a kind of dating app? People set up a profile and message asking if I want to fuck them? Swipe left or right?”

“No, no. It doesn’t work like that,” she says. “Not even close. It’s all online and incognito. Our clients are vetted, confidentiality assured, of course. So are we. Would you be happy with that? Being checked out? Think of it like an interview. They’ll require a copy of your ID, and do checks in the background, and they’ll need to be sure you’re really suitable for this kind of role. We also have to undergo STI tests every month, and send the results over. So do the clients.”

“Yeah. I get it. It makes sense. I’d be ok with that.”

“If you’re offered an account, you tailor it yourself. You put some pics up, an intro video, and you work through the list of kinks, selecting which ones you’d be open to.”

“A list of kinks?”

“Yeah, we call it the naughty list. Especially relevant at this time of year.”

“No shit.”

Her giggle makes me smile. “I’m definitely a bad girl as far as Santa is concerned. He won’t be climbing down my chimney.” She laughs. “Still, a client who looks like Santa might be given the opportunity… he can give me a ho ho ho and unload his sack however he likes. I’m not picky, as long as the cash is right.”

There’s something about Ebony that draws me in and cracks me up. A lilt in her voice, so natural and so funny. No wonder clients go crazy over her.

“Sorry,” she says when we stop giggling. “Right, yes. The naughty list. It’s quite a detailed one. You’ve got your staples, of course – they don’t give you an account if you don’t tick the staples. BJs, being eaten out, pussy fucking. The rest is up to you. Most people have anal as standard, but the list goes on and on.”

I’m fascinated by the idea of this list… I wonder what else could be on there.

“How dirty does it get?”

“Oh, baby, trust me. It gets filthy. As filthy as can be. And the money associated with that shit… holy crap. We call thoseagentsthe hardcorers. They are really something.” She smirks. “Think you could be one?”

I shrug. “I dunno, I’m pretty filthy.”

“There are plenty of shades of filthy.”

I smirk back at her. “I’d say I’d be ticking quite a few naughty list boxes.”

I look at her eyes, so alive. She’s vivacious. Entertaining. Confident. Everything I was before I let Connor drag me down into the shit with him. I want that back. I want myself back, if I evenhadmyself without Connor in the first place. It’s been a long time.

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