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User 2906. Male. 35.

I want to watch you dancing like the boldest curvy bitch in the bar. Flirt with the guys around you and act like you’re the prize queen in the room, because I’m sure you will be. I want to watch you perform like a girl after dick, and who knows? Maybe I’ll be one of the guys you’ll be flirting with. Wouldn’t that be a nice surprise? Because you’ll have fucking asked for it by the time we cross paths later in the evening.

You’ll get a notification from your client app when the time is right, so keep it close at hand. When you do, it’ll be time for you to leave, all set to go home, until you pass the alleyway on the right-hand side.

I hope you like to be grabbed and used as much as your profile claims you do, because I’m not going to be gentle. I’ll claim every bit of the bounty you’ve been touting. I want to spread those beautiful chunky thighs of yours and claim the treasure. And as for your gorgeous balloon tits. I’m going to be taking advantage of those, believe me.

I only hope that when you realise you’re a slutty bitch who is getting what you asked for, you’ll be down on your knees begging for more.

Dirty girls like you should be desperate bitches for cock, no matter how much it hurts.

Duration: 4 hours.

Proposal Fee: £6000.

I smile at his words, hoping that tonight is going to be a fun one. I love being a degraded, cheap bitch who takes it rough – always walking away with a grin on my face and a decent chunk of cash in my bank account. The 6k is a tad low for my taste, but Ican’t help trying out new clients. Variety is the spice of sluts and I’m getting way too bored lately.

I leave the apartment and send my regular message to Josh. We check in and out of our proposals, finishing them up with D&S texts –done and safe. Clients are always checked out and vetted by The Agency, down to every last detail. We are obliged to have STI checks every month, and so do they, and what’s set out in the proposals is always to be adhered to, but still. A D&S message is always a good thing to have in the background. Josh would come running if I needed him, whenever I needed him.

We used to be 24/7 kind of friends, and he was the person I’d call on for everything, even to unload my gossip while he was on his treadmill, but I’ve been giving him some space now he’s shacked up with Ella. I’ve taken the inevitable sidelining of a best friend – my choice, not his, since I’m always welcomed – but regardless of stepping back, Josh is still my number one. The person I’d run to in a storm, and shelter with my life in return.

Cool, the reply says.Me and Ells are heading out now. Double booking. D&S at 3 a.m.

I give himlucky bastard, have funand a thumbs up.

Josh and Ella only live a few floors up from me in the West Belgravia tower, but the gap feels bigger as the months move on. It’s only natural that they are building more and more of a life without me. They radiatesoulmatesfrom every angle. I never had to feel this lonely before, because Josh was my constant wingman, and I was getting sex from other places, constantly, but now…

I look in the mirror.

I’m approaching twenty-seven years old. The time I always figured I’d be settled down myself. I dunno, but it seems to be anearly thirty, let’s get seriouskind of benchmark. I can fob it off with apahall I like, but it’s still there, like an alarm bell ringing louder every day.

I don’t want to get a pathetic pang of wanting someone, so I shove it back in the depths. It’s all about User 2906 tonight.

I get a cab to Club Revelier over in Tottenham. I’ve been here once or twice before and it’s alright. Decent, and a bit of a rave spot with drum n’bass. It’s a big enough venue that I can get lost amidst the partygoers without anyone twigging I’m a girl downing prosecco and dancing alone… and flirting with every guy who looks my way.

I scope it out when I get inside, scanning the main dancefloor. If User 2906 is planning on flirting with me, he’s bound to be nearby. I open The Agency app and click onarrived, and I wait for the acknowledgement response before I go any further.

Yes. I can see you, the reply says.

I suspected as much. Knowing he’s got his eyes on me brings me out in a flush. There are so many men around… so many potentials…

I stride to the bar with a smile on my face to order my first prosecco. I’ve barely taken a sip when a guy steps up beside me and gives me a cocky smirk.

“You alright?”

He’s staring at my tits, like most blokes do. It makes flirting so easy as I turn to face him. Piece of piss. I hope my client has his beady eyes on me, watching the way I flutter my lashes.

“I’m great, thanks. How about you?”

I talk quietly on purpose, so the guy has to lean in close, he’s got to be barely twenty-one. Not my taste, but oh well.

“I’m cool,” he says. “Want a drink?”

Poor guy needs to work on his chat, because he’s hardly original. Still, I down my prosecco in one and put the empty glass on the bar top.

“Sure.”

I give him the eye as he gets me another glass, biting my lip when he hands it over with acheers. He’s got a beer and chugs some back before he goes in for the usual round of questions.