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**Chapter 4**

Olivia opened her eyes, she must have dozed off for a short period of time. Joe, or John or Jeremy, she forgot which, was naked, lightly snoring next her. Francis was in the en-suite shower, she remembered his name as he was the best man who had arranged the bachelor party for Joe (or whoever he was). She didn’t really enjoy herself, she felt groggy from the tequila shots they had before in the jacuzzi. Both men had been drinking heavily and smelled of sour alcohol during the booking. Not a threesome exactly, as they had taken turns, the groom first and then the best man. Francis had just lay on the bed next to them as the to-be married man took in her in just about every position she would allow. Francis had lasted only about five thrusts which was totally fine with her, she was very happy to leave this hotel, despite the fact it was the penthouse suite.

She left the bedroom and walked into the main lounge area where she found her lace pink g-string near the three seat lounge. She picked up off the floor, remembering the two gentlemen staring at her like a piece of meat as John slid them off, tossing them to the floor. The hunger and sexual energy in their eyes had frightened her and she had suddenly felt really vulnerable standing completely naked in front of them. Her dress was nearby and looked around while she wiggled into it, reviewing the telltale signs of a party which were everywhere. Plastic cups, empty bottles, pizza boxes, and dirty footprints through the main living area from wet party attendees walking from the jacuzzi to the fridge. The smell of the chlorinated water reminded her of how Francis smelled when his soft, heavy body was top of her.

It wasn’t an easy booking for her, she is usually quiet in nature, not the partying or drug taker type. The money however was very good and they were overall respectful when negotiating and during the night. It was a four hour booking, 3 hours of partying and looking cute for the guests in the penthouse suite. Following this, the other friends of the groom left the suite to get ready for their night of clubbing, leaving only the two men mentioned before. One hour to fuck both Francis and the other nameless one, which she has now done and can take her two thousand dollars. That marriage is not off to a great begin, Olivia wondered, stag night and he has already fucked someone else. On her Facebook security review (stalking) of Francis she also found he was married with three little kids. Looked like a perfect little house and family. Fucks sake Olivia, what the actual fuck are you doing, she wondered exasperated.

She returned to the bedroom, pulled out two tissues from the box on the bedside table. The two wet, cum filled condoms were scattered around the bed but she eventually found them both. She used the tissue to pick them up, feeling a little gross, and placed them in the small bin. She knocked on the en-suite door. “Francis?”, a voice called.
“Nah, it’s me”, she replied.
“Oh Kristy, it’s open”, it took moment to remember her fake name and open the door.
“I just need to get my stuff”, the shower steam engulfed her.
“No worries, thanks for stopping over”, his head popped out of the shower door, “can I book you again one day soon?”
“Yeah sure”, she replied not really wanting to think about it right now, “hit me up”. She picked up the bag of makeup and the plastic bag with her wet bikini. “See ya later”, she said.

She shut the door behind her as naked Francis was getting out of bed, his very average body shape and dick size more unflattering in the now lit room. He smiled at her, “another round?” he asked.
“I have to leave”, she smiled at him, “I’ll catch you later”. He began to say something, but she was out the bedroom door, headed for the main door of the room to the hallway. She made her way through the lobby, and walked to the car park where Hannah was waiting in the car. She jumped in and sulkily said, “Let’s go”.
“That good hey?”, Hannah asked looking at her in the corner of her eye.
“It was fine, just a long shift and so many dudes trying to grab me.”
“Yeah, pay day though right?”, Hannah started the sedan and pulled out of the car park.
“Yup, 2 grand”, Olivia smiled and opened her phone. They drove down through the bright lights of Brisbane as, she replied to messages while sometimes looking out the window at the city lights.

“What did the best man do while you fucked his mate?”, Hannah asked.
“He sat on the bed next to us watching”, Olivia replied shaking her head.
“Oh my God”, Hannah laughed, “What the fuck is wrong with these people?”
“He was a little rough with me, I feel like I’ve been to the gym. They both had small dicks at least, so it wasn’t too uncomfortable.”
“Unlike daddy’s tree trunk”, Hannah said in a jokingly, sultry voice.
“Shut up!”, Olivia punched her arm and they both started laughing, Hannah slightly more.

She regretted telling Hannah about Adam and the detail of his giant bulge, which really doesn’t matter to Olivia usually. One drunken night out she hypothesized with Hannah the curve of his dick must tickle her right in the g-spot, recounting her first time with him. “I had an orgasm after like after two minutes of fucking him”, she had yelled over house music. Hannah had tilted her head back to laugh.
“You are such a slut!”, she had yelled back. She felt it was weird and interesting story, as she had never climaxed with a client before and didn’t think that was typical, unless it was fake (usually to end the sex). Olivia might have mentioned his name a few times since then, making Hannah suspicious that she might enjoying these bookings a little too much.

They drove in silence, Hannah checking her blonde hair in the rear vision mirror. She was wearing bike shorts over her curvy body and her sports top showcased her assets very well. Bitch, Olivia wondered and looked away, thinking of her flat chest. “Got a date tonight?”, she asked.
“Marcos is coming over”, Hannah replied.
“That Brazilian guy?” Olivia asked.
“Yeah”, Hannah said, “he’s so fucking hot, oh my god.” “
Cool”, Olivia said vaugely, it wasn’t the only “hot guy” Hannah had visit this week. She wasn’t gonna get attached.
“People on my only fans page are asking for a blow job scene, I thought I might ask him. What do you think?”
“I guess so….”, Olivia said before Hannah interrupted.
“I’ve never posted anything with a male talent before”, she laughed, “but I could make like 4 grand if I sell the video for like 20 dollars”.
“Will you pay Marcos as well?”.
“What!”, Hannah laughed, “Hell no! He gets a blow job and I guess I could fuck him after. Maybe I could offer him a session with you as payment?”.
“Get fucked!”, Olivia yelled, half laughing. Hannah was laughing as well.

The water of the shower ran all over Olivia as she washed off the evenings events, she was tired. She dressed in her comfy silk nightwear, shorts and button up loose fitted top. She walked brushing her teeth to the kitchen, up the hall in their two bedroom duplex nearby to the university. She heard noises as she neared Hannah’s room and soon she understood why, the door was open. Instinctively peering into the room she saw a dark skinned man, completely naked, completely hairless and very erect. Hannah’s rear was very white in comparison and blocked the view to the man’s face as she moved her hips. Her long moans demonstrated how much she was enjoying this. “Jesus”, Olivia breathed and kept walking, frustrated that Hannah would leave the door open. Such an exhibitionist, she wondered. She poured herself a glass of water from the filter jug in the fridge and returned to her room. She walked swiftly past Hannah and who she assumed was Marco, still being partly suffocated in the name of Hannah’s infinite sexual needs.

She crawled into her double bed, the room around a mess of clothes, bags, and shoes. Her small desk featured a laptop and disorganised array of papers. The noises in the next room had turned to more of a rhythmic squeaking as Marco explored the inside of Hannah. The noise tickled the memory of the night she spent in Adam’s bed, the way the bed moved as he made love to her. Her thoughts moved to her hands running through the contours of his defined chest and pure desire she saw in his eyes when he looked at her. She suddenly realised she was becoming wet. She grabbed her phone and scrolled through her messages, slowing when she got to Adam’s name. No, really fucking bad idea, Olivia wondered. She got to the name Will, and began to write a text asking if he could come around, but deleted it. He was hot and he knew his way around her, but she wanted to be alone.

Olivia lay there, staring at the ceiling, feeling slightly overheated. She undressed out of her silk pajamas, she wasn’t wearing underwear. She suddenly remembered waking up to Adam’s arms around her, spooning her the morning after their last meeting. And how his hands slowly worked their way down, she had allowed him to touch her. One hand coming from behind, entering inside her, the other from the front gently rubbing her clit. Her own finger suddenly was pushing its way in between her lips, confirming that she was indeed soaking wet. She started masturbating, not in the sexy way she would for clients, but in the rushed, horny way she would have in high college. She pushed a finger inside her for more moisture and starting working on her clit, building speed very quickly. She stopped suddenly, somewhat frustrated and wanting more.

Olivia grabbed the small linen bag from under the bed and retrieved her purple vibrator. It gently hummed as she pushed the silver button and she felt the vibrations in her mouth as she moistened it. The vibrator retreated under the sheets as she returned to thoughts of Adam’s bedroom. She lay on her back and rubbed the toy up and down between her lips, hearing the moisture and vibrations working together. She wondered of herself feeling small as Adam was on top of her, fucking her more deeply than she had felt before. The main part of the vibrator was now inside her, and the other half began to tickle her clitoris gently. She breathed deeply in in order to avoid making noise as she remember how it felt to be pushed face-down onto the bed. The vibrator was fucking Olivia as she pushed it desperately in and out of her, the sound of wetness only muffled by the blankets.

Olivia came. The warm release gushed out of her, down between her legs, pooling at her rear before soaking into the sheets. There were five clenches of pure pleasure, creating quite a mess over Olivia’s bed sheets. Fuck, she breathed.

NSFW: yes

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