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  The place is buzzing and the drinks are flowing. The floor gets sticky and the tables get wet. It’s a far cry from the polished wine bars and hotel lobbies I’ve been frequenting so much. Even the girls here seem like lads, somehow. It’s very London, and I enjoy the down-to-earth vibe. It’s not quite me any more than the VIP world in which I spend such a lot of time, but it’s closer to what I’m used to. I need nights like this. And I like the old-fashioned validation I feel from the envious way his friends watch me at his side.

  We call it a night around ten-thirty, if only because we might not be able to keep our hands off each other any longer. It’s a good time to walk the few blocks to his place, because the madness of food-fights and sick drunks is a couple of hours away yet. And because when we get to his house – a cramped terrace built out of those purple-brown bricks that are so unmistakeably London – none of the five housemates will be there. So we can make a bit of noise if we want.

  I certainly feel the need. It’s unbelievable, really. I’ve been having non-stop sex all week. The memory of giving that jet-lagged Russian the massage of his life is just one of several that are fresh in my mind. It ended up with me in the throes of ecstasy as he flipped me onto my stomach and tits, pulled my legs apart, lay down on top of me and slipped into my pussy from behind. An underrated position, that: I came hard. A multitude of other hot scenes have filled up my week too, but here I am again, wanting more. Seemingly insatiable.

  I keep my week’s activities out of the conversation with Jack, as it could be a potential mood-killer. Actually, I don’t volunteer to go into much detail about my work at all. I’ve got a feeling it’ll come up when we’re recovering in bed later on, anyway. And that’s a better time to talk about it. Right now – the night before the morning after – the important thing for him is that I didn’t have the daytime sex session I’ve gotten used to today, which means I’m hornier than he could possibly hope for.

  I have to ask him to use a condom again. When we were exclusive we never used to bother with those, but things have changed now. I hate having to do it – it just doesn’t feel the same, no matter what they say – but I cannot take any chances. He hasn’t been through Lucy’s medical check-ups, for one thing. At least he understands.

  We don’t stop for any pleasantries on the staircase. There’s enough time for me to take in that his room is the same familiar mess, although I’m pleased to note that he’s made the bed. Probably in anticipation of my arrival. There’s the same familiar Jack smell.

  Then the bedroom door closes and he’s behind me, holding me close and caressing my breasts through my blouse while he kisses my neck, just the way I like. He knows my body so well.

  It’s just about eleven o’clock on a Friday evening. Charles o’clock. But I’m not even aware of that this time. I’m so wrapped up in the moment when Jack’s increasingly urgent kisses from behind move to my longing mouth. I’m so caught in the anticipation when his hand drops to unbutton my jeans, that I don’t even think about what he might find there.

  Chapter XII

  Jack’s fingers slid into my vagina with no resistance. My lubrication issue was definitely nowhere to be seen. Not when he finger-fucked me, nor when, a few minutes later, he thrust his manhood into the centre of my naked body.

  Not that this little victory even hit me until afterwards. My mind at the time was completely on the encounter I was having. More importantly, it was a million miles away from Charles. And that’s exactly what I wanted. I didn’t think I’d achieve it so easily. Wrapped up in Jack’s arms, I smile myself to sleep.

  Part of me wonders if I should really be staying over. Isn’t that a bit relationship-ey? Play dates can get out of hand quickly – even I know that. Especially when you start having breakfast together the next day.

  But right now, I’m fucking tired, and I don’t care. Do I need to put a label on this any more than on what I have with Sarah? All being well, I’ll be going away somewhere very exotic for a month soon. So the chance of any momentum building up are slim.

  I just know I mustn’t get too close to Jack. I’ve been down this road with him before. I know I’ve changed a lot, and that this feels good. But surely I can’t have changed so much that we’d make it work again – nor him! And besides, what guy wants a prostitute for a serious girlfriend? My work comes first for the foreseeable future.

  And that’s before I think about how anything approaching a relationship with a guy would affect me and Sarah. Although part of me finds the idea of having a boyfriend and a girlfriend enormously appealing, I don’t really think I want to put that tag on either of them.

  Anyway, if I’m going to think about boyfriends, am I ruling out the chance of a rapprochement with Charles? Or do I rather like this idea of having a regular sort of guy instead? It wouldn’t necessarily have to be Jack, of course.

  These thoughts don’t float around in my head for long before I fall asleep. Another good sign. Once upon a time those kinds of musings would have kept me awake all night.

  Feeling resolutely non-committal in the morning, I make a decisive move not to hang around long after we wake up. I agree to a quick coffee in bed, and tell Jack just a little more about my work.

  “You did what?” he’s asking, wide-eyed.

  I’ve just told him about some of the dominatrix roles I’ve played, culminating with the strap-on job I did this week.

  “You heard me! I’ve learned to enjoy that side of life as well, you know. So watch out, Jack!”

  “Not for me, Missy!” he says with a nervous laugh. He’s always going to err on the dominant side of life, that’s for sure.

  “Mm, didn’t think so! Anyway, so, want to hear something else interesting?”

  “Hit me.”

  I tell him about the possibility of joining the harem in Dunei. I’m not sure if it’s tempting fate to be revealing it to all and sundry when nothing’s signed, but something tells me my problem has gone once and for all. I mean, I’ve just gotten through a guy on a Friday, without any problem at all. And this at the end of a week in which I’ve been sopping wet for all my clients.

  And anyway, even if there was a problem on Fridays in the future, Lucy said that would always be a day off in Dunei. So I’d be fine. The whole thing seems ludicrous anyway. Whoever heard of an ‘ex’ having an effect on a particular day of the week? I think it’s all gone on long enough – it’s got to become a thing of the past now.

  “Wow, they still have that kind of thing in this day and age?”

  “Apparently so! You wouldn’t believe the kind of things they still have in this day and age, even in London. And the kind of people involved. You really wouldn’t.”

  “Give me a hint?”

  “Sorry, I shouldn’t have teased you. There’s no way I can mention names. Except Yousuf, because his harem is all over the internet. I mean, not pictures or anything, but just people know it exists. For sure.”

  He sighs. “Well, nothing surprises me anymore! I’m just glad it’s still so good when we get together.”

  I nod vigorously. “That it is!”

  “So when will you head off?”

  “Well, my coffee’s done, so – ”

  He laughs. “No, silly, I mean to this prince of yours!”

  “Oh, right. Well, apparently ASAP. I need to talk to Lucy. It sounds like I could be on a plane very soon though. I’ll let you know before disappearing. I’ve heard a rumour we might not be allowed phones in there!”

  I give him a kiss, then get out of bed and dress. I have to leave this little interlude in the regular world and prepare for a long, dream-like journey into what sounds like the fantasy land of fantasy lands.

  Then I slip down the stairs, past a couple of random lads sleeping off their beer in an absolute tip of a front room, and head off to catch the train home from Clapham Junction.

  Sarah’s a little down when I get back. Is it because I spent the night with Jack? Or, more precisely, because I spent a second nigh
t with a man who isn’t a client? She tells me everything’s fine, but I wonder if she’s insecure. But she’s reminding me of bleak Sarah, the one who so easily got down on herself. The one I’ve seen less and less of since getting back to London, but who annoys me more and more when she comes out. Maybe it’s because, despite my ups and downs, I’ve been turning into a more and more positive person by the day.

  She says she’s happy about me going to Dunei, but admits she’s not looking forward to sleeping on her own. I tell her I won’t be jealous if she wants to get Alyssia to move in for a while, but she just gives me a look. I sigh. Things always get complicated sooner or later when you get too close to somebody, don’t they? Maybe I should just stick to fucking for money.

  I invite her to join me for a soothing bath after breakfast. I really need it after my most intense week of work since I started. Everything feels better after that, and we hold each other tenderly as we look out at the view. We’re in no hurry. Sarah has another Lucy client – she’s abandoned the app now, per Lucy’s rules – but apart from that neither of us has anywhere to rush off to.

  We make sweet, gentle love on the bed after we dry off, under the kiss of a lovely Saturday sunbeam that falls right onto the middle of the mattress. The delicious wickedness of going straight from sex with a man to sex with a woman isn’t wearing off at all. Then, as we lie naked together on the sheets, I call Lucy and tell her I’m good to go for Dunei.

  “Great news, Emma! Sounds like your issues are sorted – I’ll be very happy to send you out there. When can you leave?”

  “Well,” I ponder, looking across my shoulder at Sarah, who I know can hear everything Lucy’s saying. “I’d like to spend tomorrow with Sarah, as I’ll be gone for a month, right? I guess any time after that, I could go.”

  Sarah smiles at me. She’s perked up considerably now. Ah, that moodiness of hers. Are all girls as hard to handle as she is sometimes?

  “Monday it is, then. I’m sure there’s a flight on Mondays.”

  Lucy sounds excited. Breathless, even.

  “That soon? Okay, let me know the details, and I’ll get packing!”

  “I’ll get straight onto it. I’ll send over a full brief of everything I know. There’s quite a long list of regulations you should read before your plane lands. I’ve already had all the documentation sent over for the instant you were ready. You’re cleared for a visa too – they’ve sent ambassadorial papers for you.”

  Wow, this really does sound like the real deal. And I get the feeling this is a big moment for Lucy too.

  “I’m so proud of you, Emma! You know, this is about as good as it gets. I’ve never been asked to send a girl to Prince Yousuf before. You do realize he’s got people monitoring agencies from all around the world, all the time? There’s a lot of competition out there. So for you to stand out to him, in such a short period of time…my goodness, you’ve done well!”

  I’m starting to blush. I’m getting better at not doing that when it comes to talking about sex. But not so much when it comes to dealing with all these compliments.

  “Thanks, Lucy. That’s pretty cool. I can’t wait to bring back a load of good stories.

  “Oh, you better!” she laughs, before ringing off.

  I curl my body back into Sarah’s. “I’m going to miss you!”

  “Me too, but this is important for you. Sounds like it really is the big time! Not bad for your first year out of school, I’d say.”

  It’s only a couple of hours before a courier arrives with a wad of documents. Sarah and I pore over them in the kitchen, fascinated by what we’re going to find. The whole thing with Prince Yousuf, from what I’ve heard, is like something out of a cartoon. Well, a very grown-up cartoon, but still.

  There are some curious travel papers that look like they’re designed to speed me through immigration both out of the UK and into Dunei. I guess documents like these are the reason you never see VIPs standing in those interminable border control lines. I’m vaguely aware that Dunei is pretty strict on visas, so going there at all is a privilege. Never mind that I’m also serving their prince.

  Still, I think I’ll take my purple British passport too, just in case.

  “I haven’t left the country in over two years!” I remark to Sarah, looking through the stamps and trying to remember my last holiday. That was a week away on the Amalfi Coast with a couple of my school friends. Getting my former manager to sign off leave was like getting blood out of a stone. I shake my head at the memory of it. Living like a small child, having to plead for permission for a day off.

  Now, here I am, heading off to a hot country, to do nothing but fun things, and getting paid to do so. My world is unrecognizable from the one I knew before.

  Neatly printed on another piece of paper are my flight details.

  “Hey, what’s going on there?” asks Sarah. “That doesn’t exactly look like an EasyJet confirmation.”

  Meet Mr Hakim at the entrance to the VIP lounge at London City Airport at 1300 on Monday. You will board a special jet bound for Dunei. Departure at 1500 sharp.

  “Not exactly, no! Well, I suppose…it must be a private jet, I guess?”

  Sarah shrugs. “Not sure, but I’ve never seen an e-ticket that looks like that. I’d say it might be an interesting flight. It could be like one of those planes that are like a hotel inside! Here, look at this one!”

  She spends a moment on Google before showing me a YouTube clip on her phone. It’s a tour around a luxury plane with beds, a bar area and a bathroom bigger than most you’d find at ground level.

  “You fancy it, Emma?” she grins.

  I go a little starry-eyed as I take in the slow pans on the video. Everything’s plush and soft, like some of the hotel lobbies I’ve gotten used to passing through.

  “Hey, stop it, you’re making me daydream! I’m sure it won’t be like that. Come on, let’s focus.”

  I move on to a stapled sheaf of paper, and begin to read.

  Prince Yousuf’s Royal Harem, Dunei: Information & House Rules

  Welcome to the Royal Harem in Dunei. You are among a privileged selection of ladies honoured to bestow their favours on His Royal Highness Prince Yousuf.

  Living Quarters

  You will be accommodated in the bespoke harem quarters in the grounds of the royal palace. This living area will be a short walk across the garden from his primary residence. You are NOT to leave your living area at any time, except if the prince requests a visit.

  Two trusted harem keepers will be assigned to look after your overall needs, and at least one of them will be available 24/7 in your harem living quarters.

  Your mobile phones, tablets and any camera devices will be safely stored for the duration of your stay. The lounge in your living area will provide internet access, music and television.

  A buffet will be in operation 24/7 in your living quarters. If you have any dietary requirements, the palace staff will be able to ensure that you are taken care of in this regard.

  You will share sleeping space with a small number of other ladies. You will have your own shelf and cupboard in this area. No sexual activity is allowed in the sleeping areas. The atrium area is for this express purpose.

  Fridays

  You will be able to explore the city or countryside in small groups on Fridays, on which the prince will not require your services. Bring extremely modest clothing for these excursions. You will each be given credit cards for any purchases you wish to make on Fridays, as long as they are consistent with the house rules.

  Physical Appearance:

  The prince prefers women to have some pubic hair. Do not shave entirely. However, you should ensure that you arrive in Dunei neatly trimmed. No hair is permitted around your vulva or anus.

  Nails should be polished and neat, but not painted. They should not be grown to longer than three millimetres in length.

  Earrings and necklaces are encouraged. The prince is fond of diamonds and other bright stones on a woma
n. You may bring your own, or select from the harem collection for use at any time during your stay.

  Do not shorted your hair after the time you receive this message. Your styling, however, is at your own discretion unless the prince has previously indicated a preference to you.

  Clitoral piercings are permitted, but nipple piercings should be removed.

  A hair stylist, make-up stylist, masseuse and beautician will be stationed in your living quarters throughout your stay, and will be at your disposal to ensure you maintain your best appearance.

  What to bring

  You need only to bring clothes for travel to and from Dunei, and for Friday excursions. Friday clothing must cover all skin apart from the face. Inside the palace, you are required to be naked at all times.

  You may bring books, music and photographs. There is a varied library in your living quarters. Do not bring any pornography into Dunei, or try to access any online. It is strictly prohibited.

  Final notes

  The living quarters are a relaxed, flexible and informal environment. You will entertain yourselves as you see fit while you are there. Ensure that you are well rested and clean at all times. You are on constant standby for Prince Yousuf. You will need to be ready to gather in the central chamber with less than five minutes’ warning.

  From midnight on the date indicated, until your arrival back in your home country, you will not have any physical contact with any male person whatsoever, excepting of course Prince Yousuf.