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Meet the everyday women who lead double lives as high class call girls. ‘Girl For Hire’ features brand new stories by Charlotte Stein, Monica Belle, Rachel Kramer Bussel, Primula Bond, and Aishling Morgan.In these women’s secret rendezvous with anonymous clients, the stakes are as high as their heels and pleasure becomes the greatest thrill of all.When Juliet receives a salacious text message in error, requesting the services of an escort, her curiosity wins.Clara's first assignment at an upscale address leaves her clueless as to who the client actually is.When Jane is caught misbehaving, her husband decides he likes it and begins arranging unusual encounters.

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GIRL FOR HIRE

The Secret Encounters of Amateur Escorts

A Mischief Collection of Erotica

Contents

Cover

Title Page GIRL FOR HIRE The Secret Encounters of Amateur Escorts A Mischief Collection of Erotica

Best Offer Rachel Kramer Bussel

Three Rules for Selling Sex Lisette Ashton

A Red Carnation Monica Belle

Sorry, Right Number Rose de Fer

No Strings Primula Bond

Don’t I Charlotte Stein

Substitute Aishling Morgan

Appleton Avenue Elizabeth Coldwell

How to Make Money as a Hooker Wife and Amateur Porn Star Valerie Grey

Pleasuring the Enemy Lara Lancey

More from Mischief

About Mischief

Copyright

About the Publisher

Best Offer

Rachel Kramer Bussel

‘A hundred dollars? Really?’ I almost choked on my drink as I raked my eyes over the early-thirties bearded guy who’d just offered me that measly sum to go home with him – and, presumably, fuck him. Not that I was actually considering it or anything, but still, $100? Even a make-out session with me was worth more. I wouldn’t say I’m materialistic, but I like to know a man will invest in me, that he considers me worthy before I go home with him. Yes, I’ll admit, I have a taste for fine dining and champagne, but I’m not a gold-digger. To me, it’s a matter of respect more than anything else.

‘That’s all I’ve got,’ the man stuttered, whipping out a crisp hundred and, from what I could tell of his wallet, the truth. A few stray dollars were all that were visible. He didn’t sound like he actually thought I’d leave the bar with him for a hundred, but why not try? To me it was the equivalent of leaving a waitress a twenty-cent tip; you might as well not bother, and if you did, you were holding out the cash more as an insult than an offer.

‘A thousand,’ a smooth, steady voice spoke from behind me. I turned to see a man who looked a good twenty, possibly thirty, years older than my twenty-seven, but he wore the years well. His salt-and-pepper hair was sleekly shorn, he wasn’t balding and the slight wrinkles only made him look more powerful. It was his dark-brown eyes that made me go still. His eyes told me he wanted more than just to buy me for the evening.

‘Look, guys, I don’t do that. I’m not … you know.’ For some reason, I couldn’t bring myself to say it. Hooker, prostitute, call girl. I don’t know why exactly, but even thinking those words made my face burn hot, and I reached for the water I was sipping in between drinks.

‘Not a whore?’ the hundred-dollar man asked coolly, an edge of impatience and something darker in his voice, as if he expected me to be one. Why? Because I was in a bar, flirting? Because I wore bright-red lipstick, the brightest I could find, to offset my pale face, and my low-cut lilac blouse did more than hint at my large breasts? Or maybe it was my snug buttery black leather skirt and knee-high black books that laced up the back? Or maybe he just wanted me to be a whore, so that’s what he saw. I nodded in answer to his question. I was mildly offended that he was only offering what I would make in an entire morning’s work at my office job . But even more intrigued that another could so calmly offer up such a huge sum, what I’d earn in two weeks.

The bartender walked over and gave me an appraising look. I was, after all, sandwiched between two men who were close enough to me that it appeared I was intimately engaged with them, and one was holding out a hundred dollar bill right in front of me.

‘We’re all whores, darling,’ said the older man, ‘you just have to figure out your price.’ I turned to make a smart remark when he pulled out a chequebook and handed it to me. Unlike mine, which simply featured the single stack of cheques stuffed somewhere into my voluminous purse, this man had an elegant leather holder and he held a monogrammed pen in his hand. He looked like the kind of man who didn’t even handle paper money, as if that were a foreign concept, but dealt only in money via credit card. The chequebook looked unused, though his hand paused over it.

I blurted something out before I could even think. ‘Fifty thousand dollars. For two hours.’ Imagine earning my annual salary in just two hours! It was the first number that leaped to mind, but no sooner had I spoken the number aloud than the stranger was scrawling it across the rectangle on the light-blue paper, making it out to ‘Cash’. ‘Here, since I don’t know your name yet,’ he said, ripping it off and pressing it into my palm. ‘I’m not even going to ask your name because I’m sure you’ll just make one up. Oh, and I’m good for it,’ he said, holding my hand as if to caress the dollars into my skin. When I glanced down at the cheque, I gasped, suddenly sure he was more than good for it. He wasn’t exactly famous, but he appeared in the business pages often enough, and since that was the section I copyedited at the paper, I recognised Clay Barker, this titan of the high fashion industry.

‘This is crazy,’ I said, but didn’t let go of the cheque. ‘Maya,’ I added, more softly. The man sitting next to us was agog, but scooted slightly away, knowing that whatever game we were now playing, he couldn’t compete.

‘Perhaps,’ he conceded, ‘but I’ve done far crazier things in my day.’ News headlines started to flash in my mind, stories about sex, drugs, strippers, trashed hotel rooms; he came from a wealthy family and before he’d decided to take over their business, he’d spent time sowing plenty of very expensive wild oats. ‘Well? I have a room down the block, at the hotel.’ Of course, he knew I’d know he meant the $600-a-night brand-new luxury hotel that had just opened, and of course he had a room there. He said it like everyone did.

He had to realise that a girl like me, a news junkie, would know who he was, but so would any other woman here. He didn’t have to buy me, or anyone, unless he wanted to, and that thought made me wet. He wasn’t just trying to win me away from the loser at the bar, but to prove something. He didn’t ask a thing about me before forking over that cash, like whether I did anal or liked facials or got high (for the record: once in a while, yes, and only with high-quality pot). He didn’t need to know anything about me besides what was right in front of him, and wasn’t offering up any other information about himself, either. It was take it or leave it, and as quickly as he’d whipped out his chequebook, I smiled back at him. ‘Let’s go.’ I didn’t bother knocking back the rest of my drink, like I normally would have, since surely they had finer ones at his hotel. I just picked up my bag, tucked the cheque into the zippered compartment inside, and held out my arm before I I could regret it.

‘Beautiful night, isn’t it?’ he asked as we walked, while I was bursting with questions. Should I go cash the cheque immediately and make sure it doesn’t bounce? Does he proposition women like this all the time? What’s the most he’s spent on a call girl? Did this make me a hooker? What did he want to do first? All of them seemed uncouth to even think about. Would a real hooker think these things? Did that even matter because I wasn’t one?

I mentally paused even as I kept walking arm in arm with him, using my yoga training to centre my mind, and asked myself the most important question of all: did I want to go back to his hotel room? Did I want to offer myself up to him on a figurative silver platter, my body his for being the highest bidder? What was the true difference between a hundred dollars and what he’d offered me? The tingling rush of arousal in my pussy told me everything I needed to know. The money was like the icing on the cake, but it was the bold gesture, the way he’d swooped in and charmed me, without the arrogance of assuming that simply because he wielded a big chequebook I’d bow down before him. He’d seemed 90 per cent sure I’d say yes, but it was that other 10 per cent that made me want him.

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