Dial a Stud: Dante's Story by J. A Melville, Bianca Eberle

cuckoo clock on the wall. It was almost 5pm. That gave me four hours before they’d arrive.
    I swallowed around another lump in my throat. Funny how I’d been reasonably calm about tomorrow night, but this sudden change, had me nearly shitting myself. Did I bite the bullet, and do this in four hours, or chicken out and cancel?
    ‘Fuck it woman, grow a spine,’ the voice in my head sounded scathing.
    “That will be fine.” I heard myself say, surprisingly calmly too.
    “That’s wonderful news. I’ll get that contract ready within the hour to send to you, so please look out for it, sign it, and get it back to me before the studs are due to arrive.”
    I assured her I would do that, and after her telling me to have a good evening, we hung up. The moment I was off the phone, the reality of what I’d done hit me. I had two men, two strangers, coming here in four…hours…time that would make it their life’s mission, to make me come; hopefully more than once.
    As frightening as it was, I was kind of glad for the appointment time change. Mel had only left a few hours ago. She would definitely be gone for tonight at least. She said two days, but that might only end up being one, if her mother drove her so insane, she had to run from there, to stop from possibly committing murder.
    Of course the downside, of them coming tonight, was it gave me little time, to mentally prepare for this. Still, maybe that was a good thing? No time to talk myself out of it.
    At that moment, my laptop pinged, and I went to open emails, quickly finding the one for Dial A Stud. I printed the two page contract out, signed it, scanned it and emailed it back.
    Another glance at the clock showed, I had just over three hours to go, before the men arrived. I had to eat, shower, make myself look presentable for them, and find something to wear. Bloody hell, I wasn’t even leaving the house, but I was worried about what to wear. These men were paid to pleasure me, but what if they didn’t like me? Men were different to women. A woman could fake it if she had to. A man, due to the way he was made had to get an erection, to fuck a woman. Did these studs ever have a problem getting it up? I rolled my eyes, at the path my thoughts were on. They couldn’t have a problem or they’d be crappy studs. They couldn’t be trigger happy men either. Trigger happy men, were what I called men, who were easily aroused and inclined to come too fast, or prematurely.
    No, they wouldn’t make good studs either, so maybe they used drugs to ‘assist’ their performance? Was it possible they used Viagra? I had no idea if they only had to do this once a night, once a week, or whether they could have multiple women to run around servicing in a day. Did that mean the men were bisexual, and would have sex with other men?
    I groaned, too many thoughts, too many possibilities, and really not something I should be worrying about. I was doing this one time, just once. I could afford it, but it would be crazy to pay those kinds of prices for sex, numerous times. Apart from the whole eventually going broke thing, the sex would have to be remarkable, to justify spending thousands of dollars to get it.
    I looked over at the clock again, and realised I was eating away the time, with idle speculation and pointless worrying. I needed to eat, get ready and drink wine. Not too much. If I got drunk, that might make them cancel on me. I just needed enough, to mellow me out, enough that I wasn’t too spooked, by the time they arrived.
    “Ugh, please be good looking.” I said quietly. Surely that was a given though, doing what they did? Still with masks on, I wouldn’t see their faces properly, so they would have to have bodies on them, to have my panties melting right off me. For a brief moment, Dan came to mind, but as quickly as I thought of him, I pushed those thoughts back down again. He was just an incredibly sexy stranger, who had entered my life briefly. He was not someone I