The Assignment - Part Two
Priya wakes up and can't believe what she did, but then things go a step further…
I wake up the next morning in a complete daze. It takes me a moment to realise where I am, as I lie in my little silk negligee under the most luxurious sheets I’ve ever felt. It takes me a second, but then I sit bolt upright, remembering what happened last night. Or what I think happened.
I think that the man who has flown me out to Dubai turned out to be Marcus Reed, a billionaire businessman I’ve been crushing on since I was around fifteen.
I think that we went to dinner and instantly fancied each other.
I think that I, a twenty-three-year-old model, virgin and child of an upstanding, highly moral indian family, went back to his room. I think that I let him kiss me, then I…
Shit.
I have no idea what came over me. One minute I’m sitting on a sofa, letting a man old enough to be my grandfather fondle my breasts through my sparkly cocktail dress as he kisses me, and the next I’m holding the first cock I have ever touched, then sucking it, then offering to let him come in my mouth to avoid letting myself lose my virginity to him less than four hours after we met.
I slide out from under the sheets, head over to the coffee machine, turn it on, and then find the button on the control panel that opens the curtains in my suite. It’s later than I thought, and they open to show the Dubai skyline, bathed in bright sunlight. I grab my coffee from the machine and wander over to the windows, my brain still whirring. It does that for a while, then suddenly stops, and I bite my lip, remembering his sexy voice sighing my name as he came in my mouth, and the look on his face when I swallowed him down. Would I do that again? To Marcus Reed, hell yes, I would.
I look down at my legs and remember his hands on them, and I wonder how it looked, his pale white skin against the brown of mine. Then I remember what I said to him when he invited me to his bed, and I feel my heart pounding in my ears. I pretty much promised him I’d go to bed with him if he asked me tomorrow. Which is now today.
I dash to my phone and text the only person I can trust, completely forgetting about the time difference between Dubai and the UK.
‘SOS — need advice’
A few moments later, the response comes in.
‘WTF Priya? It’s, like, the middle of the night. What’s the emergency?’
I don’t have time to be subtle, and she’ll understand.
‘I’m going to lose my virginity today.’
The FaceTime call comes in seconds after she reads it.
“Who?” Marie asks. She’s lying in her bed, with her eyes barely open. She looks naked, and she’s not in bed alone.
“Who are you with?” I ask.
“Ben,” she replies. I trust Ben. He’s a professional photographer and the only man alive who’s been in a room with me when I’ve been in my underwear — changing between shoots. He and Marie have been screwing on a casual basis for months, and apparently, he’s terrific in bed.
“Who?” she repeats. “The mystery guy who has flown you to Dubai?”
I nod, trying to hide my excitement. “But you only met him yesterday, Priya. Who…” She can see my face. I’m not hiding it well.
“No!” she says, jumping out of bed. She’s naked, but it’s nothing I haven’t seen before. Marie is one of the most body-confident women in the world. Hence why she models very erotic lingerie, and I don’t.
“Yes,” I whisper.
“No!” she says, her eyes widening.
“He’s next door. In his suite.”
“Marcus Reed?” I nod and giggle, falling onto the bed. “So why didn’t you fuck him last night? If there’s one man I’d have put money could get between those sexy legs of yours with no effort, it’s him.”
“I almost did,” I admit. “But I gave him a blow job instead.”
Marie almost drops her phone. “You did what?”
I lick my lips. “Swallowed, too.”
“Who are you and what have you done with Priya?” she asks. She’s genuinely stunned. As am I.
“Look, we can talk about all of it afterwards. I just need your help. I kinda suggested that I’d sleep with Marcus today. While I seemed capable of blagging my way through my first blow job, I need to know what I’m doing later, so that I don’t do anything stupid, I enjoy it, and he wants to come back for more.”
Marie carries her phone into the kitchen, flicks on the kettle, and then sits at her dining table, still naked. “You’re gonna have to tell him it’s your first time.”
“I know.”
“But after that, assuming you’re not too sore to do it again, I have some ideas you might like to try.
I smile. “I knew you would. I’m all ears.”