I get a zip of horror as he examines me, because FUCK, maybe he saw me with Heath earlier.
Damn, this is hard.
“I wish!” I exclaim. “Man, I’d love that. Put me on Love Island any day of the week. I’d be in the hideaway every single night I was in there.”
He laughs along, and I relax. I have to focus.
He didn’t see me with Heath. Neither of them did. I’m just being paranoid.
“This part of the beach suit you?” Marcus asks, once the brightly lit streets of Cannes disappear behind us. We are on the deluxe villa street now, but we’re not there yet… not close enough to our destination.
“Not yet. I wanna get to the rich bit. The real posh area.”
“Where the celebrities live?” Ben smiles. “Guess you are a fame hunter.”
“A girl can dream, right?”
They don’t question the location any further as we stroll along. I bring Holly the whore to the fore and turn the conversation smutty, to keep their attention on what’s to come.
I tell them what a dirty girl I am, who loves two at once, because I’m a hungry slut who can take it. East End Lucy-Lou doesn’t have a filter. I giggle as I talk about loving a pounding in my ass, and sucking on dick like it’s made of candy. I tell them how good I am at deepthroat, and how I can’t wait to show them.
“You do threesomes often?” Ben asks. “You sound like a… pro.”
Fuck. I thought he was going to say prostitute.
I shrug. “Had more threesomes than I can remember. Honestly, guys…” I grope my tits through my dress. “Having both tits sucked on at the same time is like dying and going to heaven.”
“Fucking hell,” Marcus says, eyeing my bulging cleavage, “I’m already hard and ready to blow.”
Ben is nodding his approval – or agreement, licking his lips at the prospect.
And it works on me as well as them.
My pussy comes to life, sinking into the fantasy of what lies ahead. Of how good I’m going to be at living up to Heath’s proposal. I do want two cocks. The fact that they belong to Ben and Marcus means fuck all to Holly. She wants it however she can get it.
My heart races when the outline of Heath’s villa appears in the distance.
“Let’s get on the sand,” I say to the guys. “Do me a favour and help a girl out of her stilettos, will you? I wouldn’t want to topple over.”
Ben gets to his knees and unbuckles my designer shoes. I use the opportunity to show him I mean business, and hold his head to me, revealing my bare leg through the split in my dress.
His kisses are nothing but sweet little touches and it makes me giggle.
“I hope you do better than that when we’re on the sand.”
It rouses him. He grips my ass and presses his face to my crotch, rubbing his nose against my pussy through the satin.
Hmmm. He’ll be ok. He’ll cut it.
“Let’s go!” I say, and take off barefoot, leaving the guys to chase me with my shoes in Ben’s hand.
Fuck, how I run, with the sand between my toes as I get closer to Heath’s villa.
“Come on!” I call, loving the pounding of the feet behind me as two men chase for the prize. A needy ‘East End’ slut with her holes on offer.
I could cry out in delight when I reach my destination, at the foot of Heath’s grand villa wall. The beach is virtually private here – the splash of the waves down the shore a much better soundtrack than the thump of the bass in the club earlier. The breeze will carry the filthy grunts well.
I let out a satisfied moan when Marcus reaches me. He knocks me off my feet and sends my clutch flying, then wastes no time – pinning me on my back and grinding against me. I hitch up my legs and encourage him with ayes, showing the pair of them I’m for real.
