"Laura why have you booked Tim today? I'm trying to not have three orgasms in a row!" I scream down the leopard carpeted stairs.
"Darling, you said you wanted me to test your patience, so I did!" she screamed back at me.
She was the best pimp I could have asked for. I'd work three evenings a week whilst also juggling my finance career as a broker. I lived well, ate well, dressed well. I was...well. Until the news broke that I have thirty one and still single. My mother didn't really mind, I was putting food on her table and Dior on her back. However, my father lived abroad and he had decided that he wanted to be involved in my life again. Still bound by these secular rules of religion and culture he thought getting me an arranged marriage would help bridge his relationship with me. In fact it bridged a big financial relationship between himself and his new business partner. You are now looking at the new daughter-in-law of the Trehan's Steel. Yes, that multi-BILLION dollar company.
At first I kicked, screamed and bellowed. My emerald eyes filled with rage. Then, I took myself to the clinic where I pumped plenty of botox into me to feel better. I looked like a whore and I loved it. See, I wasn't your typical Indian girl, yes I was a high achiever. However, because sex was such a taboo topic in the house when I was younger, i tended to find my pleasure in secret. Leaving me to escort during my University years. It was a great hustle, I decided how I liked to be fucked. I got paid to be fucked. I have stayed with Laura since. She's your typical, blonde hair, double F's and lips that would put any sex dolls to shame. Her hazel eyes would make you do anything for her. Her lilting tone of voice was like ecstasy to anyone's ears. I would do anything for her.
At Laura's Palace, located at the back of Tottenham Court Road. There were ten of us that worked there. It was an exclusive club and the environment mimicked that. The large golden chandeliers hung above each large ceiling. Dark red carpets flooded the main rooms and arched french windows were adorned with satin curtains to keep all the dirty perverts. I'm only joking, we want all the dirty perverts. The bedrooms were even sexier. Black silk sheets were the norm at Laura's Palace which shimmered under the amber gaudy lamps. Renaissance art hung on the walls, no doubt expensive and would guarantee make an Art dealer orgasm. My three nights here were heavenly. I would have sex with wealthy clients, in turn they would pass me their businesses to broker. It was heavenly.
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"Ok, so who is first?", I leant over the bar, and grabbed a bottle of Moet.
"Urm, your regular babe. It's Tim." Laura looked down at the iPad.
"Oh great, he literally makes me get on top of him whilst he fucks so fast." I rolled my eyes. My husky voice becoming quieter because Tim would make me cum in seconds from that rigorous fucking.
"Oh yeah, and you've got to pretend you hate it so much. When in reality your pussy quivers within seconds." Laura howled.
"Fuck of Law, I hate you sometimes." I threw a towel at her.
"Try and not cum in 2 seconds. It's bad for business." Walking away as she cackled.
At that moment the doorbell chimed that olde worlde jingle and in walked Tim. Fifty-three and petite. He always wore a grey suit and his tie undone to show how hard he had worked.
"Hi Darling, can I get you a drink?" I leaned down to kiss him on the mouth. (He loved the wife experience.)
"Oh yes please. How's my favourite princess doing?" his nasal tone always reminded me of Mr. Bean.
