It’s a dirty job but someone’s got to do it.
Looking down at the stranger between her thighs, Lizzie couldn’t help but smile. It had been a long month but so worth it. Thirty thousand pounds was a lot of money. As an added bonus, she’d had more orgasms in the last month than she had ever had before. For the first time in her life, she felt utterly sated. Well, almost. As the stranger did something particularly dextrous with his tongue, she could feel another orgasm building and closed her eyes, letting the waves of pleasure cascade through her body. An image of the night before popped into her head unbidden: she’d been pushed to her limits and loved every second of it. She blushed as she remembered one particularly shocking highlight, and soon, she was ejaculating into the stranger’s mouth, clit pulsing in orgasm simultaneously. She had to admit, sometimes she loved her job.
When Lizzie first got the call from Emma, an old acquaintance from her first magazine job, she’d been surprised. They hadn’t parted on the best of terms. But when Emma explained she needed someone for a rather special assignment, she’d suddenly understood why she’d been one of the few people Emma could call.
‘It’s a new guide book,’ Emma had explained. ‘A sort of, err, tourist guide I guess. With a twist…’
‘I’m not a travel writer,’ Lizzie had said. ‘I can give you a number for a fab journalist I know who specialises in that sort of thing though.’
‘Babe, I don’t need a travel writer. I need someone with a, shall we say, broad mind.’
As a sex writer specialising in ‘live’ features, Lizzie certainly fitted that brief. In the last year, she’d gone on a swinging holiday, been a model for a life drawing class and spent a night with a male escort. And those adventures were nothing compared to what she got up to for fun.
‘Go on…’
‘Well, the title is Little Black Book and it’s a guide to the best lays in the UK.’
‘I haven’t had everyone in the UK. I’m not that much of a slut!’ Lizzie said.
‘Well, you’d need to do a certain amount of research. But it’s a short schedule so I’ve come up with a plan to make it easier.’
‘Which is?’
‘I’ve had our researchers phoning round friends of theirs in various regions in the UK to find out who has a –’ Emma paused as if trying to find the words ‘– certain measure of renown. All you need to do is test out the shortlist. It’s a maximum of ten people per region.’
Lizzie couldn’t believe what she was hearing but clicked into work mode automatically. ‘How many regions?’
’Six: Scotland, the north, the Midlands, the south, Wales and Devon and Cornwall.’
‘And you’ve already got the people lined up to interview?’
‘Most of them. You’ll have to do some digging in Scotland but you’ve done research before so I’m sure you’re capable of it. It’s not exactly interviews though. More, err, practical-based research.’
Lizzie’s head was whirring.
‘I’m not sure I’m understanding you properly. Are you saying that you want me to work my way round the country shagging sixty different blokes in a month?’
‘Oh no, babes.’
’I thought it sounded a bit odd.’
‘No. This is a guide for all women. I need you to sleep with women as well as men.’
‘Are you kidding me?’
‘You know me, I never joke about business. We’re trying to capture the female sex market. It’s huge right now. I thought it might be right up your street. If you’re not interested, no probs but I’m sure you’d do a brilliant job. The project just yelled you when we thought of it.’
‘Um… Can I think about it?’
’Sure thing, babe. I’ll need to know by tomorrow though. As I said, the schedule’s tight. Which is why we’re offering £35k to the author.’
Thirty thousand pounds! Lizzie had wanted to get on the housing ladder for years but had never had the deposit. That sort of money would get her sorted. And for a month’s work.
‘I’ll call you tomorrow,’ she said. ‘Err, would it have to be credited or could I do it anonymously?’
’Of course you could, babes. Though I would much rather use your name if possible. After all, you do write about sex for a living. Might help with the marketing.’
‘I’ll think about it,’ Lizzie said.
‘Speak tomorrow,’ Emma said, and hung up, leaving Lizzie reeling in shock and surprise.
Decisions
Lizzie couldn’t keep her mind on work that afternoon. Emma’s offer kept whirring round her brain and there was no way she could focus on writing ’20 ways to spice up a blow job’. She turned off her phone so she could think about the proposal, made a cup of tea and started writing a list of pros and cons. OK, she’d be effectively pimping herself out but no one would know: and the idea of sleeping with 60 talented strangers did have a certain appeal. Not to mention the cash. It was a life-changing amount of money and it wasn’t as if she still counted the amount of people she slept with. She had to be on over 100 partners by now: another 60 was no big deal, was it? It could be fun. She’d have a legitimate excuse for being as wild as she wanted. She’d get the choose the people she had sex with so it wasn’t as if she’d have to get it on with someone she didn’t fancy. And she certainly didn’t see it as morally wrong.
She left to meet her friends in the pub, knowing there was no way she could tell them about her quandary. They’d tell her she had to say no, that it was stupid and dangerous. For some reason, that wasn’t really what she wanted to hear.
Four hours later, Lizzie arrived home somewhat worse for wear. Her dilemma was troubling her so she’d overcompensated by drinking a bottle of wine then suggesting they all went to a tequila bar.
Maybe it was the alcohol but the more Lizzie thought about Emma’s idea, the more she liked it. In fact, she was feeling more aroused than she had in some time. The idea of having sex with a woman because she had to turned her on. And the thought of walking up to a stranger and asking them if they fancied a fuck was even more compelling.
She pulled out her vibrator and switched it on, needing to come if only so she could think properly. As she slid the toy between her thighs, setting the clit attachment vibrating for maximum effect, she started to think about her trial. Maybe she’d start with London and approach her friend Sam. He was an infamous tart and she knew he had a reputation for being quite some lay. She’d come close to fucking him but something had always stopped them: events rather than propriety, and she was so busy with work that she never got round to making a date. Now she’d have an excuse.
She thought back to the time it had nearly happened. She’d always vaguely fancied Sam, admiring his slim but toned body, cute face and twinkling eyes, but he always seemed to be dating some airhead Infleuncer. Then one night, things had moved on. They were chilling out, watching a re-run of Cruel Intentions and sharing a bottle of wine. The kissing scene between Sarah Michelle Gellar and Selma Blair prompted Sam to ask if Lizzie had ever kissed a girl.
‘No. But…’ she paused, feeling shy at the idea of confessing her thoughts.
‘Go on.’
The husky break in Sam’s voice urged Lizzie on. ‘I’ve always liked the idea.’
Sam looked straight at her, that daring glint in his eye.
‘Is this scene turning you on then?’
Lizzie smiled her response, leaning forwards slightly but too scared to articulate the words. Sam pulled her into a kiss.
Feeling Sam’s tongue flicker over her lips sent a surge of desire to Lizzie’s clit. As they deepened the kiss, she felt her c**t flood with juices. She started to stroke Sam’s neck, knowing it was one of her own top erogenous zones and curious to see what effect it would have on him. He groaned loudly, pushing his body into Lizzie, who returned the pressure. She could feel his cock hard against her through his jeans, and loved the sensation. Sam ground into her, pushing his cock into Lizzie’s clit, sending another shot of lust through her. She trailed her tongue from behind Sam’s ear to the crook of his shoulder. She kissed his neck; softly enough to avoid causing a love bite, but with passion. Lizzie was surprised at how aroused she was getting by kissing him: he’d always been her friend rather than a potential lover. Her desire made her brave.
‘Can I feel your skin against me?’ she asked. Sam wordlessly unbuttoned his shirt to reveal a smooth, muscular chest. Lizzie couldn’t resist running her hand over his pecs, feeling his nipples stiffen at her touch. Then she brushed her fingers lightly over his bulge.
‘Take it out,’ Sam said. ‘Please…’
Lizzie willingly obliged, popping the buttons on his fly and running her tongue over her lips at the thought of tasting him, eliciting another moan from Sam who saw the lust in her eyes. She sucked his finger into her mouth and began slowly sucking it, looking directly at him, her hand running over his sizeable bulge almost imperceptibly lightly at the same time. Stroking him was making her juices flow. When she tried to pull him out and realised that she’d only seen half the story, she couldn’t hold back her moan. Sam was huge. The mere thought of having him inside her made her clit throb.
She moved her hand to grasp him firmly, feeling him stiffen further at her eager touch.
‘Harder,’ Sam begged.
Lizzie spat on her hand then increased the pressure, wanking him hard, feeling Sam thrust against her.
‘Take your top off,’ Sam said. ‘I want to touch you too.’
Lizzie pulled her T-shirt over her head and slipped off her bra, suddenly desperate to feel Sam’s lips on her breasts. He pushed Lizzie onto the sofa, moving her hand away from his cock, and knelt between her legs, pulling her into another kiss before running his hands slowly from Lizzie’s stomach and rib cage up to her breasts. He pushed Lizzie’s breasts together then flicked his tongue over both nipples simultaneously watching them stiffen under the stimulus.
‘That’s amazing.’ Lizzie said. “Please don’t stop.”
Sam looked up at Lizzie and smiled before returning to the task in hand. Lizzie’s head was spinning with the sensations shooting through her system. The thought that this was her friend Sam, that she was being intimate with someone forbidden was liberating and dirty at the same time. She knew she’d do anything he asked.
A ringing disturbed them. Sam’s phone. Lizzie urged him to ignore it.
‘I can’t. Alicia’s at a club in the middle of nowhere and I promised I’d pick her up. It doesn’t finish for hours though, so we’ve got plenty of time. I just need to sort out the arrangements.’
Alicia was Sam’s latest bit of fluff, but Sam had confessed to Lizzie that he was about to dump her because she was too high maintenance. He shrugged apologetically as he answered the phone.
‘Hi… How come…? Not really. Oh for fuck’s sake. All right.” He threw his phone down in disgust.
‘What’s the problem?’ Lizzie asked.
‘Alicia’s been thrown out. The bouncer caught her doing coke.’
‘She could always get a cab.’
‘I made a promise. I can’t go back on it, Lise. Sorry.’
Lizzie cursed Sam’s gentlemanly behaviour although she did respect him for it. She thought about trying to distract him but the mood was lost. He was already pulling his clothes on.
‘I’m really sorry. Some other time?’
Lizzie nodded and kissed her friend goodbye. As the door closed behind him, she mentally cursed Alicia. If only she hadn’t called.
Persuasion
Reliving her experience while she masturbated, Lizzie wondered what would have happened if Alicia hadn’t called. She pushed the toy into her dripping pussy, rubbing against the clit attachment whilst imagining what Sam would taste like.
She dipped a finger into her c**t, and brought it to her mouth, licking it clean and picturing Sam’s head between her thighs. She imagined him parting her lips to lick her clit, sliding one finger into her wetness and a hand up to her tits to pinch her nipples at the same time. The thought of writhing around, coming in Sam’s face and coating his tongue in her juice sent her over the edge and she came hard, her c**t spasming around the toy. Switching it off, she left it up herself, enjoying the sensation of her muscles clasping it.
Maybe the book wouldn’t be such a bad idea, she thought, as she basked in the afterglow of her orgasm. I wonder if I could really do it?
By the following morning, Lizzie had masturbated over multiple scenarios that writing the book could provide: seducing a gorgeous stranger in a pub; the classic ‘zipless fuck’; having fun with another woman and having two men, or maybe more, at the same time. She was turned on at the freedom she’d have with the challenge: it made her feel insatiable. She wouldn’t be a slut; she’d be working. And when she finished, she’d be £30,000 better off.
She called Emma first thing, so she wouldn’t have a chance to bottle out.
‘I’ve been thinking about the book. I’ll do it.’
Emma didn’t sound surprised, Lizzie noted.
‘Good. I’ll arrange for an initial payment of £5,000 to cover your expenses. You’ll get a third of the outstanding balance on signature of the contract, a third on delivery and a third of publication. I’ll fax the contract over right away.’ It sounded like a reasonable enough deal for a first book. Lizzie had already been mentally spending the full £30,000 but £10,000 was a healthy amount of cash to be going on with.
‘Fine. I’ll email over my bank details.’
‘I need your commitment on one point before I transfer funds though.’
‘Which is?’
‘You mustn’t tell anyone about the project. If the press get hold of the story before we go to print, I could get into all kinds of trouble.’
‘Hey, you must know I can keep things confidential.’
‘That includes the people you’re testing.’Lizzie realised she was going to have to enter fully into the life of a slut. Her c**t twitched. She was strangely aroused by the idea.
‘Oh, OK.’
The contract arrived within an hour. As Lizzie signed it and faxed it back, she wondered what she was letting herself in for. Tomorrow would be interesting.
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‘The thought of walking up to a stranger and asking them if they fancied a fuck was even more compelling’
‘She wondered how far things would go – how far she would go’
