Free Adventures of a London Call Boy by Ben Franckx Page A

not like you’re working the street.’
    â€˜I guess so,’ I said, starting to feel persuaded.
    â€˜I can tell you need the money. Haven’t you seen me before?’
    â€˜No.’ I racked my memory. ‘Oh … maybe …’
    â€˜That’s right. I’ve seen you at the jobcentre. I’m a consultant for your caseworker’s boss. Well, his boss’s boss, really.’
    â€˜Well should you be encouraging me to fuck for money? Surely that would be a breach of my jobseeker’s allowance?’
    â€˜I think we could probably turn a blind eye this once.’
    I hesitated.
    â€˜Is this bribery or blackmail?’
    â€˜Neither. Both,’ she said, with a faint smile.
    I thought for a moment.
    â€˜How much?’ I asked.
    â€˜Â£100.’
    â€˜Â£150,’ I said quickly.
    She paused and looked at me, I guess calculating my worth.
    â€˜OK,’ she said. ‘But I hope you’re good.’
    And the funny thing was, despite not particularly fancying her, despite the very unromantic build-up, I was, and so was she. It was something about getting paid for it that made my very conscious of doing things a certain way. If there is such a thing as a correct way, then I made sure to do it the correct way. And it must have been something to do with the fact that she was paying that she seemed absolutely determined to enjoy it.
    â€˜Tell me what you want,’ I said to her, as we stood and headed towards the bedroom.
    â€˜Oh, I think you’ll work it out.’
    The first thing I worked out is that there’s never a huge amount of kissing in professional sex. Mouth to mouth, that is, as we both spent a lot of time kissing other parts. What there is of it is, at most, preliminary and polite. As we sat down on her bed, I shifted to her neck, running my hands up through her hair as I slipped her top and the strap of her bra off her shoulder. I shifted round to sit behind her, and massaged her shoulders, her back, and then round to her breasts. Her large breasts were soon out of their bra, and I worked smooth circles around them before tousling her nipples into hard points.
    I pulled off her top and threw off my own and lay her down on her front, running my hands along her spine, massaging her shoulders and pressing my erection between her legs through our clothes. Her breathing was getting deeper and huskier, and I pressed our bodies together as I reached down, running my hands up her front and cupping her breasts.
    Then I unzipped her skirt to reveal a tiny thong. It didn’t quite suit her figure, but hey, I’m a professional. I rubbed her calves, her thighs, and then worked my palms around her buttocks and up the inside of her thighs. I could tell from the way she was arching her back and lifting her hips that her pussy was calling out for me. Still on top of her, I reached around her hips and slid my hands into her knickers. She was totally shaved, and already soaking wet.
    I rolled her over and began to lick and tease her nipples, while my fingers tickled over her clit and lips. She arched her back and spread her legs, inviting me. I kissed my way down her body, probing her belly button with my tongue, before kissing and running the tip of my tongue over her mound of Venus and inner thighs. I ran my tongue along her clit and then used it to separate her lips. Soon I had her clit in my mouth, licking and sucking it between my lips. Each time she seemed close to coming, her moans and gasps getting louder, I pulled away, ran my hands up to cup her tits, and then entered her with my tongue.
    â€˜I’m not going to let you come quite yet,’ I said, leaning back away from her. I stripped from the waist and then slid a condom on. As she lay there, eyes half closed, legs wide, pussy wet with my saliva and her juices, I saw her hand creeping down her body towards her sex.
    â€˜Now don’t start thinking about finishing yourself off