Undercover: The Adventures of a Real Life Gigolo. Luke Bradbury

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       Aw, man. Keep your cool. Keep your cool.

      My teeth had begun to ache.

      The lift doors parted and we stepped out. We entered her apartment and she led me into the sitting room. As I stepped through the door, I froze.

      Sitting on the chocolate leather sofa in front of me was a naked girl, about twenty-two. Her tits were like little foothills and her svelte body had a bronzed sheen. She reminded me of Bambi.

      ‘Luke; Chloe. Chloe; Luke.’

      Chloe smiled. ‘Hello.’

      I nodded, struck dumb.

      This is too good to be true. No one can be this lucky and be paid for it.

      If Sasha was almost a ‘ten’—and she was—Chloe was more than a ‘nine’. But that was just splitting hairs. Both were gorgeous. Head-turners if you saw them walking down the street. Except they shouldn’t have been walking down the street. They were too perfect.

      My God. This isn’t right. This is what some guys pay a grand for. Just let me get home and tell my mates.

      ‘Do you want your money now?’ Sasha asked, taking my coat.

      I hadn’t moved from the doorway.

      ‘Huh? Money. Oh, afterwards is fine,’ I garbled.

      ‘Would you like a glass of champagne?’

      ‘Yes, please.’ I wasn’t quite sure where to look.

      ‘You make yourself at home. I’ve got some chilling in the fridge.’

      Sasha went to the kitchen, and I hovered before making a beeline for the nearest armchair and perched on its edge.

      ‘Come and join me,’ Chloe beckoned, her hand patting the sofa beside her.

      I crossed the room and sat down. My hands sat on my knees. Neither of us spoke for a couple of minutes. I looked around the room; anywhere but at her. The deep-pile cream carpet seemed to go on for miles. A plasma-screen telly filled the far wall. The dark brown of the furniture was broken up by pale pink cashmere throws. A couple of chrome high-end speakers added a sharp modern twist. Like its owners, it all could have stepped off the pages of some style magazine.

      ‘You didn’t have trouble finding us?’

      My focus fell on Chloe. She had long blonde hair and grey-blue eyes and there was a sweet youthfulness about her. And she was deliciously relaxed in her nakedness.

      ‘No, the cab driver knew where to go. But when Sasha told me on the phone that it was just beyond Tower Bridge, I had a mental block. I know it isn’t, but it’s like that’s where you fall off the edge of London.’

      She looked at me, curious: ‘What, here be dragons?’

      ‘Yeah, just about.’

      ‘Well, don’t worry, Luke,’ she stroked my denim-clad thigh, ‘we won’t eat you alive.’

      ‘Not, of course, unless you want us to.’ Sasha had come back into the room. She set down a tray on the coffee table from which she handed me and Chloe a glass of champagne each before sitting down in the chair opposite.

       Veuve Clicquot . The good stuff.

      ‘So, Luke, where did you say you came from?’ Sasha asked, pouring a glass for herself. She was wearing, I noted, what looked like a wedding ring.

      ‘Out West London way,’ I mumbled, and took a gulp of the drink.

      ‘Where the dragons don’t roam,’ added Chloe.

      ‘Yeah, something like that.’

      A voice in my head was telling me that it was my job to ask them about themselves and help them relax. I’d just about felt comfortable chatting to Chloe. But the two of them together was too much. Their beauty left me tongue-tied.

      The girls chatted, and I sipped my champagne and desperately tried to join in. It was a relief when eventually Sasha rose from her chair, picked up the bottle of champagne, and reached out her hand to take Chloe’s, before turning to me. ‘You’ll join us in the bedroom?’

      ‘Yes. Okay,’ I nodded, a bit too eager. A good escort was supposed to suggest the next move too, but I wasn’t about to argue the toss.

      Chloe stood and, taking her hand out of Sasha’s, slipped her arm around her girlfriend’s waist. It was like they’d melted into each other; you couldn’t have got a card between them. I was like a lost sheep trotting behind. Or a lamb to the slaughter. I wasn’t sure which. I’d seen girls together on the telly of a night with the lads, but those girls weren’t a patch on these two in front of me. I was mesmerised by their naked butts. Yup, Sasha and Chloe were the type who featured in my wildest dreams.

      The girls slipped onto the bed together and stretched out before me like a pair of Siamese cats. Sleek, their lithe legs entwined, watching me. I felt like I was having an out-of-body experience. Like the very fact that I was looking on at this dream scene meant it couldn’t really be happening. I breathed out again and I was too, too aware of myself standing there, fearing they’d caught me out of my depth.

      ‘Now, Luke,’ announced Sasha, her tongue running across her teeth, ‘it’s your turn.’ She stole a glance at Chloe, and then both of them, heads cocked in parallel, watched me undress.

      ‘Slowly,’ purred Chloe, tracing her middle finger from just above her cleavage gently up to her top lip and drawing it back down again.

      That brought me to my senses. This was first-base stuff. Easy as pie. I peeled off my jacket and placed it on the steel-grey chaise longue in the corner of the room. I turned squarely towards the bed and fixed my eyes on the two of them. With one hand on my hip, I unhitched a button and allowed the seconds to tick away before reaching for the next in line. With the final button undone, I placed the other hand on my hip and let the shirt fall open.

      ‘Wow!’ Sasha blurted out. ‘That’s one fine body.’

      ‘You know just how to exercise, and just when to stop, don’t you?’ chimed in Chloe.

      I was secretly flattered but kept schtum. All those extra hours at the gym and playing footie had paid off. I unzipped my flies, let my jeans fall to the floor, and stepped out of them.

      ‘Miaow,’ yelped Chloe, eyeing my dick, which was now straining to be freed from my Calvins.

      ‘Luke,’ Sasha beckoned with the bottle, ‘get your glass and come right here. Now.’

      I grinned, peeled off my boxers, and slid onto the bed beside the girls. We chinked glasses.

      ‘You enjoying yourself, Luke?’

      Chloe was younger than me but she was doing her best to make me feel relaxed. For all my naked bravado, she could still tell that СКАЧАТЬ