The Accidental Call Girl by Portia Da Costa Read Free Book Online

for today, even though it was a Saturday. Double rate was always welcome.
    ‘Oh shit! Fuck! Yes, I have and I’m going to be buggering well late!’ Shelley flung herself off her stool, spilling tea in the process. Abandoning her mug, and grabbing a banana from the fruit bowl for a travelling breakfast, she made for the door. ‘I want all the gruesome details later! I mean it! Promise?’ she flung over her shoulder before disappearing out of the door and thundering up the stairs to her room.
    ‘Promise,’ said Lizzie, returning her attention to Brent now they were alone.
    ‘You do need to be careful, love.’ Worry was winning the battle in his eyes. ‘You need to set firm limits beforehand. Establish a safe word. Especially if you’re supposed to be an escort . . . Most don’t tend to “sub” because they can’t risk getting bruised and looking a mess for the next client. I’ve often been asked to dispense it, though. You know, women, and men too . . . when they read the latest hot book and they want to know what it feels like.’
    Lizzie explained the general outline of John’s proposition, and how he’d offered to compensate her on that score.
    ‘Well, in that case, if you promise to stay safe, and keep your phone handy with my number at the ready . . . Maybe you should go for it, if only for one more date. Are you supposed to see this gorgeous, gin-drinking dominant of yours tonight, then? How are you communicating with him? You haven’t given him your normal phone number, have you?’ He glanced across at the twin electrical socket in the corner, with his personal iPhone, and his ‘working’ iPhone, both currently charging. He hadn’t been on any appointments in a long, long time, but he still kept the phone charged out of habit. ‘Escorts always have a separate phone, solely for “business”.’
    Lizzie reached for a biscuit, but took two, then another. She’d expended a lot of calories last night in all that writhing about and squirming in pleasure. ‘Ah, I thought of that. I told him I’d just had my phone stolen, and that I wasn’t officially working last night. I gave him my “Bettie” Gmail address so he could contact me . . . and I was going to nip to the phone shop today and get a cheap second phone.’
    Brent looked admiring again. ‘Well, at least part of your brain wasn’t completely softened by lust. Shall we make a day of it? I’m not due in until the four-to-eight stint. We could have lunch, then hit the O2 shop? To spend some of your ill-gotten gains?’ Brent sometimes worked on Saturdays too, in a garden centre, a job he’d dismissed as menial when he’d first grudgingly accepted it as a stop gap, but now seemed to have taken to.
    ‘Absolutely. Unlike you two, I’ve got absolutely no work of any kind today, and I’d love to do lunch.’ Lizzie’s heart lightened, seeing something of the old Brent twinkle coming back. ‘I need some new undies as well . . . something a bit more deluxe.’ She paused again, and felt her blush intensify. ‘And maybe a little detour into the Anne Summers shop . . . for a few, um, accessories. And a lot of condoms, of course.’
    ‘Of course.’ Brent looked solemn, but he was fighting not to laugh. ‘One must be prepared for anything.’ He reached across the table. ‘If you’re going to do this bonkers thing, you might as well do it right . . . and enjoy yourself. Especially if he’s as gorgeous as you say.’
    ‘Oh, he is . . . he is . . .’
    ‘I’ll make some breakfast, then we’ll make plans.’ Brent rose, lithe and handsome as he crossed the room. Lizzie still found him attractive, but in a detached sort of way. The two of them had enjoyed a fling very briefly, a year or two ago, but had soon realised they liked each other much better as friends, partly because Brent’s true emotional preference was for men.
    ‘Incidentally, how much did you charge?’ he flung over his shoulder, rummaging in the fridge.
    Lizzie named