Page 7 of The Naughty List

I don’t mention that it’s always been at the side of just one guy…

Orla speaks next.

“Have you ever offered sexual services before?”

“No. I haven’t.”

“Are you particular in your requirements for your clients? We aren’t a dating service. We have quite a variety of members on our books.”

I’ve thought about this already, and weirdly, I’d prefer people I’m not going to fall head over heels for on first sight. I don’t want tofall in love.

“No. I don’t. I really don’t care.”

“Would you be happy to offer services to older clients? We generally offer browse facilities up to a maximum of a thirty-year age gap. You’re twenty-four, yes?”

“Yes.”

“Would you be happy with a client selection up to fifty-four years old? Of course, you are always welcome to decline the proposals, but we don’t want to waste anyone’s time.”

I wonder what that would be like, being with an older guy. I shrug. “Sure. I’m happy with that.” I imagine a fifty-four-year-old silver fox fucking my ass and demanding I call himDaddy. It actually turns me on. I shuffle on my stool. Weird. It’s not one of my usual fantasies.

“Excellent,” Orla says.

I take a breath. It feels like I’m doing OK.

They ask me a few more questions regarding health issues, allergies and stuff before laying down the rules of client confidentially. They tell me how all of their clients are vetted, and how there is a rating and review section they use after their proposals are completed. This is important, as scores are used to influence the browsing position of entertainer profiles. I nod with enthusiasm and tell them I hope I’ll top the charts with my service. I share some of my experiences in detail, and some of my fantasies, and I look straight at the screen, honest in my answers. I only hope I’ll pass the interview.

“You’re a beautiful girl,” Stuart says. “We’d love to have you onboard, but we’re going to have to put you through a final assessment stage first.”

“An assessment stage?”

“Yes. We need to know you are truly comfortable and confident before we assign you a profile. We’ll also need ID and personal information from you, to set you up on our agency accounts.”

“Of course.” I smile. “What do need me to do as an assessment?”

Troy speaks at this point. I love his voice.

“Do whatever you’re instructed, please. From this point onwards. If you are uncomfortable at any stage, please be honest and tell us so.”

“No problem.”

My heart is thumping.

“Undo your bodice now. Show us your tits.”

I didn’t see that coming. And his tone is so demanding, it gives me flutters.Shit.I pull the ribbon free without hesitation, baring my tits for the camera. I display them instinctively, tugging at my nipples, trying to show them how good I can be. O, T and S are silent for a while, and I keep on going, mashing my tits together, and tipping my head back.

“Good,” Troy says at that. “Suck on your fingers. Make it horny.”

I start with two. Gentle sucks and moans. I feel so ridiculously on display in front of three strangers, but it’s ok. I can do it. I pretend three of my fingers are a cock and show them how I give blowjobs. Connor always said I was great at that.

“Keep going…” Troy says, and I can tell he wants more.

Ok. Let's do it.

I go all in, four fingers straight in my mouth, right to the back, sucking like crazy and moaning as I use my tongue.

“Keep going,” he says again, and I’m squirming, horny and nervous, both at once.

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