someone else to watch, but today I had the video feed patched exclusively through to me. No-one else can see you. Just me."
"And where's the camera?" I asked, even though I knew he probably wouldn't tell me.
"Here's the important thing," Parkin said. "When Robin Archer fucks a prostitute, he doesn't usually do much more than give her a quick poke with his cock. I want it to be different this time." He paused. "This is only your second client, I believe? Or did you squeeze another one in, if you'll pardon the phrase, over the past forty-eight hours."
"A lady never discloses all her secrets," I replied, even though I doubted I was fooling him.
"Look on the bookshelf," he continued. "On the left-hand side, you'll find a small earpiece. I had it placed there for you."
With Archer still on the phone to his wife, I stepped over to the bookcase and, sure enough, I found a small, flesh-colored earpiece waiting for me. It was kind of impressive to realize just how perfectly Parkin had planned this entire thing out.
"Put the phone down," Parkin said, "and place the earpiece in your left ear."
"I -" I started to say, but the line went dead. Putting my phone on the nearby table, I took a moment to fit the earpiece into my left ear, as instructed. Frankly, at that moment, I was feeling less like a prostitute and more like a secret agent.
"Good," Parkin said, his voice suddenly coming through the earpiece. "Don't worry, Archer doesn't have a clue. I just wanted to be able to whisper sweet nothings in your ear while you're screwing him."
"I don't think -" I started to say.
"He's not paying you to think," he replied. "He's paying you to fuck him, and so am I. The difference is, I'm going to give you a few pointers, and you're going to do exactly what I say."
"Actually -"
"There's fifty thousand dollars in an envelope," he continued, ignoring my protest, "waiting for you in the mailbox back at your apartment. That's my payment for your service over the next hour. You can also keep the thousand dollars he gave you, if you like."
"You seem very confident," I replied. The truth was, I was feeling a little annoyed at the way Parkin seemed to think he could just burst into my session with another client and take control. I hated the thought that he saw me as some kind of puppet, to be controlled from afar. Then again, he was kind of coming to the rescue, and fifty thousand dollars was way more money than I could afford to turn down. I'd already crossed several moral lines in the sand over the previous few days, and suddenly one more didn't seem too bad.
"So Belle," Drake continued, "are we going to do this, or do we have a problem?"
"Sorry about that," Archer said nervously, putting his phone down. "My wife can be a little... controlling. I hope the fact that I'm married isn't a problem."
I opened my mouth to reply, but for a few seconds I wasn't quite sure what to say. "No," I said eventually, to both men at once, as I stepped toward Archer and saw his gaze drop to my bare breasts. "There's no problem."
Drake Parkin
I kept my eyes glued to the monitor. Although I'd gone to great lengths to arrange this little situation, I hadn't truly believed that it would work. Still, Belle - or Kathryn, as I'd learned she was really named - was once again proving to be very enterprising and more than a little surprising. I liked it, and I wanted to see more.
Although the image on the screen wasn't the best quality, it was enough for me to see her stunning body. Now that I had a chance to sit back and observe from something of a distance, I could truly appreciate her tight, firm breasts. I felt a strange, unfamiliar sensation in the pit of my stomach, like a kind of tense, tender longing. After a moment, I realized that - for the first time in my life - I was jealous. I didn't want Archer to be fucking Kathryn; I wanted to be fucking her. Still, I had to fight these urges. Emotion leads to weakness, and weakness leads to failure, and I
"And where's the camera?" I asked, even though I knew he probably wouldn't tell me.
"Here's the important thing," Parkin said. "When Robin Archer fucks a prostitute, he doesn't usually do much more than give her a quick poke with his cock. I want it to be different this time." He paused. "This is only your second client, I believe? Or did you squeeze another one in, if you'll pardon the phrase, over the past forty-eight hours."
"A lady never discloses all her secrets," I replied, even though I doubted I was fooling him.
"Look on the bookshelf," he continued. "On the left-hand side, you'll find a small earpiece. I had it placed there for you."
With Archer still on the phone to his wife, I stepped over to the bookcase and, sure enough, I found a small, flesh-colored earpiece waiting for me. It was kind of impressive to realize just how perfectly Parkin had planned this entire thing out.
"Put the phone down," Parkin said, "and place the earpiece in your left ear."
"I -" I started to say, but the line went dead. Putting my phone on the nearby table, I took a moment to fit the earpiece into my left ear, as instructed. Frankly, at that moment, I was feeling less like a prostitute and more like a secret agent.
"Good," Parkin said, his voice suddenly coming through the earpiece. "Don't worry, Archer doesn't have a clue. I just wanted to be able to whisper sweet nothings in your ear while you're screwing him."
"I don't think -" I started to say.
"He's not paying you to think," he replied. "He's paying you to fuck him, and so am I. The difference is, I'm going to give you a few pointers, and you're going to do exactly what I say."
"Actually -"
"There's fifty thousand dollars in an envelope," he continued, ignoring my protest, "waiting for you in the mailbox back at your apartment. That's my payment for your service over the next hour. You can also keep the thousand dollars he gave you, if you like."
"You seem very confident," I replied. The truth was, I was feeling a little annoyed at the way Parkin seemed to think he could just burst into my session with another client and take control. I hated the thought that he saw me as some kind of puppet, to be controlled from afar. Then again, he was kind of coming to the rescue, and fifty thousand dollars was way more money than I could afford to turn down. I'd already crossed several moral lines in the sand over the previous few days, and suddenly one more didn't seem too bad.
"So Belle," Drake continued, "are we going to do this, or do we have a problem?"
"Sorry about that," Archer said nervously, putting his phone down. "My wife can be a little... controlling. I hope the fact that I'm married isn't a problem."
I opened my mouth to reply, but for a few seconds I wasn't quite sure what to say. "No," I said eventually, to both men at once, as I stepped toward Archer and saw his gaze drop to my bare breasts. "There's no problem."
Drake Parkin
I kept my eyes glued to the monitor. Although I'd gone to great lengths to arrange this little situation, I hadn't truly believed that it would work. Still, Belle - or Kathryn, as I'd learned she was really named - was once again proving to be very enterprising and more than a little surprising. I liked it, and I wanted to see more.
Although the image on the screen wasn't the best quality, it was enough for me to see her stunning body. Now that I had a chance to sit back and observe from something of a distance, I could truly appreciate her tight, firm breasts. I felt a strange, unfamiliar sensation in the pit of my stomach, like a kind of tense, tender longing. After a moment, I realized that - for the first time in my life - I was jealous. I didn't want Archer to be fucking Kathryn; I wanted to be fucking her. Still, I had to fight these urges. Emotion leads to weakness, and weakness leads to failure, and I
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