I stared at my computer display. A message from Lawrence. Precise and to the point. I shivered at its implications.
'Are you available for a booking this evening?'
I felt my legs clamp together as my clit awoke from its slumber with a tingle. I took a breath to settle my nerves only for a further shudder to race along my spine. Holy fuck. I could feel everything swelling. A body responding to stimulation which consisted only of a few words on an office terminal. I shifted uncomfortably on my seat and subconsciously pulled the screen around a fraction.
I glanced around the Sales Office. The other girls were busy, either filling in order forms or talking with customers. No one could see the dilemma taking hold of me.
I closed the message and pretended to work while I thought about what to do.
It'd been two months since my last encounter with Lawrence. All of my own reckless doing, I'd gone to his house and given him a blowjob for money. A long, expertly given stimulation of his cock with nothing more than my mouth and hands.
Even now I thought about it often. Sometimes excited. Sometimes horrified. But always turned on in a way no fantasy could manage. Now he wanted a repeat.
I squirmed under the influence of a clit that demanded I go to his lab and do it right there. I squeezed my thighs tightly, trying to ease the beautiful agony that wanted attention. It didn't take long for me to open his message again.
This wasn't the request of a lover it didn't come with the promise of a meaningful relationship. It was as formal and emotionless as any order for our company's product. It touched me on a primal level.
'What service would you require, and what will be the payment?'
I read what I'd written. Clinical. Business like. That was how he was, so I would be the same. Any idea that there might be more between us had died the night I'd sucked him off and been dismissed as a used whore immediately after. Anyone else might have been horrified at his behaviour. He hadn't lied though. And so, I'd accepted I had been one of his prostitutes, just as I accepted it was what he intended again.
It was nuts to do this. But there was also another pressing need. I wasn't getting any sex and I was tired of masturbating.
I glanced over at Marie. She was sitting back with her headset on, deep in her sales pitch. Her life was perfect. She was getting it regular with her fiancé. Ady was playing with those gorgeous tits of hers and filling her hole. They were having fun, connecting as two hearts who wanted to spend eternity together. I was getting nothing aside from hornier and ever more frustrated.
I looked at my message again, weighing up if I should repeat the madness. Lawrence wasn't offering what I'd originally hoped. But he was offering. No, he wasn't. He was requesting. He wanted my services as a sex worker. Nothing more. I pressed send and waited with a churning excitement in my stomach.
He must have been sitting at his computer. His reply popped up in seconds.
'Vaginal with condom. £200.'
I shifted about in my chair, wanting to rub one out right there in the office. Holy fucking Moses. He wanted to fuck me. And I wanted it so fucking badly. My body was crying out for stimulation. The money was irrelevant. That was his game. Not mine.
With shaking hands, I typed quickly, before I panicked.
'Order accepted. What time would you like delivery?'
'7 pm.'
"Ha."
I kept my head down as I sensed Marie glancing over at me. I was quivering with excitement. A body suddenly alive with a wonton arousal.
'Order confirmed.'
Now all I had to do was survive the day and try to keep my mind on my work. Not easy, especially when Lawrence came through the office later. I hardly looked at him as he sat with Melanie looking over some product spec sheets for a customer. I couldn't. The perfectly formed man. Everything about him made me ooze my juices. If he looked at me, I trembled. If his hand brushed against mine, my knees gave way.
For him, it seemed easy. He'd had so many girls over the years that he just made his booking and forgot about it until it was time. That's what he did. He'd openly told me all this. No girlfriends or relationships. Just prostitutes when he wanted to get off. Someone who went to his house, gave him whatever relief he asked for, and left slightly richer. In naivety perhaps, I'd offered to be one of those girls. He'd taken me at my word and now I was. I was one of those girls waiting to take his order and deliver whatever sexual service he demanded. I'm mad myself into a tool to be used and discarded.
I couldn't get the thought out of my mind. I was going to let him fuck me in a few hours and take money in payment. I was a prostitute, a woman who took cash to engage in sexual activity. I fitted the dictionary definition no matter how I justified it. Lord knows, I'd tried to give what I'd done a sugar coating in my head. I'd likened it to role-playing or a fantasy game. Eventually, I'd just accepted it for what it was.
"You given up with him then?"
I jumped at Marie's questioning intrusion into my thoughts. She'd noticed my faux nonchalance toward him. I lied to her.
"Yeah. He's impervious to my feminine charms."
"He's impervious to everyone's. Get past the looks, I bet he's cold. Can't see him being a fun fuck at all."
That depended on what you deemed fun. There was something alluring about that coldness. A turn-off for Marie, and any of the others in the office almost certainly. But for a certain kind of girl, it had the opposite effect. I was discovering that I was one of those types.
I shrugged.
"Don't care anymore. I'll find someone else."
"You're not trying very hard. It's been a while. Mind you don't let your hole heal up."
"No fear of that. I exercise it regularly with my pillow." I whispered.
That was true. We both giggled.
"You should get a toy. I bought a bullet online not long ago. That's good exercise when Addy isn't around. And when he is."
Another girlish snigger.
"I tried a dildo once. I couldn't get on with all that buzzing and vibrating. And my fucking sex-starved brother can probably hear it through the walls. I prefer it without."
I did. The roughness of a cotton pillowcase rubbing against my clit or the spin of my fingers delivered a better orgasm for me. And Daniel was less likely to hear me through the paper-thin wall of our house.
"We're all different I suppose. But then I'm not living at home so I don't have to be quiet."
Of course, nothing was doing much for me since that evening with Lawrence. It had brought a new stimulation to my mind. One I couldn't capture in any other way And one I certainly couldn't share the details of with Marie.
"Each to their own." She said smirking.
I managed a small smile as Lawrence came back past before putting my head down to hide the redness in my cheeks. He hardly reacted. Only the gentle nod of recognition he would give anyone. My fucking panties were sopping and I still had two hours before I could go home.
"Ooh. Sis has got a date."
"Fuck off, Daniel."
It was obvious I was rushing out. I'd shoved a cheese sandwich in my mouth as soon as I'd stepped through the door before rushing to shower. No fancy clothes this time, I'd learnt that was wasted, but I smelt divine and had lipgloss and eyeshadow on. It was a good look if I was going to a pub for the evening. And one that would still look good when I was naked and used.
"At least I can get a date. What are you doing? Jerking off to the Teletubbies again?"
"I can get a date thank you very much."
"The only way you see a date is by opening your diary. I bet you get extra excited when it says Bank Holiday."
I brushed my hair out straight. It hung like an orange-red curtain around my face, settling over my shoulders. I looked hot.
"Why are you always in my room when I'm getting dressed? It's not normal."
