That day, I went alone into Enfield and the industrial estates around there in search of some high-end chilling equipment. I found a Magnet store that could send someone around to design your kitchen, or take measurements and do one for you in the store. Vera had intricate details on her house documents, so I took them in, told the young Asian gent what I was after and told him to spare no expense and fill in with gadgets. I ended up buying two large chiller cabinets (one for the bedroom, one for the en-suite) at £1600 the pair, then a very expensive kitchen including white goods, fitting and delivery for £11,450. As they did bathrooms too, I spent £4,725 there on the main one, then £1,375 on the downstairs one.
I was well aware that, at this point, I had almost five million in my account; an astonishing figure that I really didn't want to make much bigger because it would get to the point where I wouldn't know what to do with it. Not that I could stop soliciting; I was too into it and tonight was Saturday night after all.
I went back to the house I'd got from Vera and went into the garage to sit in the old Ferrari. After starting her up, I revved her a few times and felt too scared to actually take it out as I thought I could do. Ah well, I thought, another time. My phone rang as I was about to leave in the MG and head back to the flat. It was Will, wanting to know if I was up for shopping in Enfield Town. I said yes, and promptly spent £1,230 on games consoles and games, plus some more clothes.
"I'd hate to see your wardrobe, dude," said Will as we drove back to Cockfosters in the MG that had just about taken our shopping; Will had bought two Xbox games, I had quite obviously beaten that. "You had three times as many clothes as me before you started soliciting."
"I know," I chuckled. "My wardrobe at this new house of mine is huge though, double shelves and all that."
"Out tonight?" he asked, turning up my music ever so slightly.
"Maybe. You?"
"Me and the boys might go to Soho, I dunno, Ade is supposed to be on the train over from Wales, but I ain't heard nothing yet."
"Cool. Well, I made seven hundred grand last night; I am able to quit right now, but... erm..."
"You enjoy it too much, don't you?" he asked, or rather assumed.
"Last night, I had a hen party. There was the bride, maid of honour, four bridesmaids; all really hot. If that is the best I get all month, that's cool. I got paid over half a million fucking quid man, just to fuck six hot women. I can't wait to get home and check my bookings."
"What if it's a group of guys?"
"I can pick and choose. And word is spreading; I'm even thinking of putting some of the others on my website so the clientele have some choice too."
As it turned out, Ade wasn't coming; his train had been cancelled and it was too much hassle to come later. I had offered him my bed, but he postponed to come earlier next week.
I got on my laptop and checked my bookings. I had two; one guy as Will had predicted, but he only wanted a blowjob for two grand, plus an ugly girl in her late teens that had fifty grand and wanted to know what it would get me. I e-mailed her back, telling her it was two hours of her calling the shots.
Will and Joe still decided to go out into Camden; I thought better of it, watched them leave about half five and began to get ready in an open doorway.
"Off out again?" asked Claire from my doorway, watching me in just my tightest boxers yet, exposing my rather large package as I went to put my jeans on. My first booking was at half six, and even though I wanted to meet Matt, Hannah or someone else for a quick chat beforehand, I still felt I had time to shag her if she so wished. She was in her panties from the other night, and nothing at all else. I could easily tell she wanted more.
"Not yet," I said, putting my jeans down and exposing my rising cock before sitting on my bed. "I've got ten minutes."
"Grant?" she asked after climaxing and feeling me cum over her breasts. She was short of going to have a bath; part of me wanted to join her but the rest wanted to earn some more big money.
"Yeah, what's up babe?" I replied, standing up to wipe my knob on her thigh. She just giggled; I could only hope Sam was as cool as this the night after tomorrow.
"Why do you solicit?" she asked, rather predictably in hindsight. "You're hot, you can have any cute girl if you'd like... shagging her every night, I know I love it. Plus you're rich, too, so... I dunno why I'm asking."
"I enjoy it, that's all," I answered, cleaning my cock more before replacing my tight boxers. "It's fun, I make money, meet people, get great sex and with more than one woman."
She shrugged and put her pants back on. "Do you think I could do it?"
I was far from willing to introduce her to it, but if I took her around with me tonight... "I dunno, why don't you try it? I've got some bookings, I'll toss you in for free. You won't earn anything, but it'll tell you a lot about what I do."
She pursed her lips, and then nodded. "Okay. Can you find me something really sexy in my wardrobe to wear?"
I groped her tits. "Shouldn't be too hard."
"Who's this?" said the guy, opening his car door to me and Claire.
"Buy me, get her free," I replied.
He looked her up and down; dressed in a tight top and a skirt that barely covered a red thong that made her ass look in-fucking-credible. He raised his eyebrows. "Can't argue with that. Not much space in the back, though."
