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“I want to take you to dinner tomorrow night,” I said. “My clients are bringing their wives. I’m always the sad divorced man at the end of the table. I’d love, just once, to walk in with someone.”

Vivienne laughed, delighted. “A social booking. I love those. I’m very good at wives.”

She was. The following evening she turned up at the Michelin place in a black dress and pearls, introduced herself as Vivienne, an art consultant, and charmed the entire table in fifteen minutes. She knew which fork to use. She knew about Rembrandt and rugby. The finance director’s wife asked her for her number.

Under the table, her hand was on my thigh the whole time.

Back at the suite she kicked off her heels and pushed me onto the bed.

“That,” she said, unzipping her dress, “was the most fun I’ve had on a booking in months. You were adorable. You kept looking at me like I was a lottery win.”

She rode me with the pearls still on, slow and laughing, then fast and not laughing at all. When she came she clapped a hand over her own mouth and her pearls bounced against her breasts.

On Monday, the client signed a contract twice the size we’d pitched.

“Your wife’s lovely,” the finance director said. “Bring her next time.”

Ending 14 of 16: The Plus One. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.

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I ran the bath. All of it. Hot water, the expensive hotel bubbles, the lights down low.

Vivienne got in first and sank down with a groan of pure bliss. “Oh, you lovely man. You have no idea how much my feet hurt.”

I got in behind her. She leaned back against my chest and I washed her hair, slowly, my fingers working into her scalp, and she went completely limp and made noises that had nothing to do with sex and were somehow more intimate.

Then she turned around in the water to face me and straddled my lap.

“Thank you,” she said, and kissed me, and it was soft and grateful and then very much not soft.

Her slippery body slid against mine. I cupped her breasts, wet and warm, and she arched into my hands. She reached down and stroked my cock under the water until I was gasping. Then she reached over the side of the bath for a condom from her bag, rolled it on, and sank down onto me with a sigh.

We moved slowly, water lapping over the edge, her arms round my neck. She came with her face buried in my shoulder. I followed with my hands tangled in her wet hair.

We stayed in until the water went cold.

“Most clients,” she said, “never ask what I like. You’ll get a discount next time.”

Ending 13 of 16: Bath Time. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.

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“I’ve got time for something quick,” I said. “If you’re offering.”

Vivienne’s smile went slow and wicked. “Quick,” she said, “is a speciality.”

She slid off the sofa onto her knees between my legs and undid my belt without looking down, holding my eyes the whole time. My trousers came down. My cock sprang up, embarrassingly eager. She laughed softly and wrapped her hand round the base.

“Hello,” she said to it. “I’ve heard so much about you.”

Then she took me into her mouth.

The website had not been exaggerating. She was slow at first, warm and wet, her tongue swirling round the head, then deeper, her hand moving in time, her other hand cupping my balls. She hummed. She made eye contact. She did something with her tongue that I am still not sure was legal. I gripped the arm of the sofa with one hand and her hair with the other, very gently, and she let me.

It took me about three minutes. I’m not proud. She didn’t stop until I’d finished, then sat back on her heels, wiped her mouth with a hotel napkin, and grinned.

“Three minutes,” she said. “Not my record. Not far off.”

I made my seven o’clock Singapore call the next morning with a smile on my face that the head of procurement found very confusing.

Ending 12 of 16: Something Quick. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.

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I closed my eyes for a minute.

When I opened them it was a quarter to eleven, and the suite was dim, and someone had put a blanket over me.

Vivienne was sitting in the armchair opposite, shoes back on, reading the hotel magazine. She looked up and smiled.

“Morning,” she said, even though it wasn’t.

“Oh no. Oh God. How long was I out?”

“Nearly an hour and a half. You snore like a tractor, by the way. A small, polite tractor.”

“I’m so sorry. You should have woken me.”

“Why?” She closed the magazine. “You clearly needed it more than you needed me. Happens more than you’d think. Very successful men booking two hours of the most expensive sleep in Scotland.” She stood up and stretched. “I had a lovely time, honestly. I read about a whisky distillery. I ate your minibar Toblerone. I’m adding that to your bill.”

She came over, leaned down and kissed me, soft and warm, on the mouth.

“That’s the only kiss you get,” she said. “Since you slept through the rest.”

At the door she paused.

“Book me again when you’re not dead on your feet,” she said. “I’ll make you regret ever closing your eyes.”

I did. She did. But that’s a different story.

Ending 11 of 16: Paid to Sleep. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.

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“I’m honestly happy just to watch,” I said. “If that’s allowed.”

The two of them looked at each other and laughed.

“It is very allowed,” Odette said. “Sit. Get comfortable. Pour yourself a drink.”

I sat in the armchair with my whisky. They took their time, and I think they genuinely forgot about me for a while, which was the most erotic part of it. Vivienne lay back on the big bed and Odette undressed her slowly, kissing every inch she uncovered. Then Odette knelt between her thighs and licked her, unhurried, while Vivienne’s hands twisted in the sheets and her hips rolled up to meet her.

Vivienne came with her head thrown back. Then she rolled Odette over and returned the favour with a wand from her bag, and Odette swore beautifully in French for about four minutes straight.

I’d undone my trousers somewhere in there. I didn’t remember doing it.

Vivienne glanced over, flushed and sweaty, and smiled.

“Come here,” she said. “You’ve been very patient.”

They knelt on either side of me on the edge of the bed and took turns with their mouths until I came, shaking, with my hands in two different heads of hair.

Afterwards Odette shook my hand very formally on the way out.

“Best seat in the house,” she said. “Tell your friends.”

Ending 10 of 16: Front Row Seat. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.

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I joined them.

It was like getting into a warm sea where the waves knew your name. Odette pulled my shirt off. Vivienne undid my belt. Then there were two mouths on me at once, one on my neck and one on my chest, and two pairs of hands, and I stopped trying to keep track of whose were whose.

They put me in the middle of the bed and took turns. Vivienne knelt between my legs and sucked my cock while Odette kissed me, slow and filthy, her small breasts against my arm. Then they swapped. Then Odette rolled a condom onto me and climbed on top and rode me, and Vivienne straddled my face, and I licked her while they leaned forward and kissed each other above me. I could feel Vivienne moaning into Odette’s mouth.

Later Odette lay back and Vivienne went down on her, and I took Vivienne from behind while she did it, and Odette came first, swearing in French, and then Vivienne, and then me, with a sound I’ll be embarrassed about for the rest of my life.

We lay in a sweaty heap. Odette lit a cigarette by the open window, naked, completely unbothered.

“He is good,” she said to Vivienne. “We keep him?”

“Next time he’s in Edinburgh,” Vivienne said, and kissed my shoulder.

I’ve never booked a trip there so fast.

Ending 9 of 16: Three’s Company. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.

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I took the wand out of her hand and switched it back on.

“Lie down,” I said, and she did, with a look of pure delight.

I’d never used one before. She talked me through it, which was its own kind of thrilling: lower, softer, there, no, there, yes. I started on her inner thigh and worked my way up through black lace until she was squirming. Then I peeled the lace off and held the wand against her clit and watched her whole body light up.

“Oh, you’re a fast learner,” she gasped.

She came the first time in about three minutes, back arched, hand gripping my wrist to hold it there. I didn’t stop. She came again. Then she pushed the wand away, breathless, and handed me the glass dildo and the lube.

“Now that one,” she said. “And your mouth at the same time. I’ll tell you if you’re doing it wrong.”

I wasn’t doing it wrong. She told me that too, loudly.

By the time she rolled a condom onto me and pulled me inside her, she was so wet and so sensitive that she came again almost instantly, clinging to my shoulders and laughing. I followed embarrassingly quickly.

We lay there sweaty and wrecked.

“Most clients,” she said, “want me to do all the work. You, Graham, I’m putting on the list.”

Ending 8 of 16: Hands On. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.

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I gave her ten minutes, then put on a fresh shirt and went down.

She was at the end of the bar, legs crossed, dark green dress, a gin and tonic in front of her. She didn’t look up. I sat two stools away and ordered a whisky and felt like I was sixteen.

“Is anyone sitting here?” I said, which was a terrible opening line.

She looked at me like I was a parking ticket. “You are, apparently.”

It took me twenty minutes. She made me work for every inch. She was a solicitor called Morag, she said, in town for a case, and she found me boring and then mildly interesting and then, after I made her laugh about my divorce, interesting. She let me buy her a second drink. Then she put her hand on my thigh under the bar.

“Your room or mine?” she said. “Not that I do this.”

“I’ve never done this either.”

In the lift she kissed me like a stranger would, hungry and a bit clumsy, and by the time the doors opened on eleven her hand was inside my trousers. We barely made it into the suite. She pushed me against the door, dropped to her knees, then pulled me down onto the carpet and rode me there, still half-dressed, both of us gasping.

Afterwards, lying on the floor, she turned her head and grinned.

“Nice to meet you,” she said.

Ending 7 of 16: The Stranger at the Bar. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.

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I grabbed her waist and pulled her down onto the bed and rolled on top of her. It was stupid. I thought it was part of it. I thought she’d like being overpowered, the way she’d liked overpowering me.

“Red,” Vivienne said.

She said it calmly, clearly, the way she’d taught me to say it. I let go of her instantly and scrambled backwards, pulling the blindfold off.

“God. Sorry. Sorry. I thought…”

“I know what you thought.” She sat up and took a breath. She didn’t look frightened. She looked disappointed, which was worse. “The test was whether you’d keep your hands where I told you. You didn’t. That’s all right. Lots of people don’t, the first time. But I don’t switch mid-scene. Not with someone I’ve known for two hours.”

She started unbuckling the harness.

“Are you leaving?”

“The session’s over,” she said, not unkindly. “I’ll stay ten minutes and make sure you’re all right, because that’s the job. Then I’m going home.”

She made me a cup of tea. She sat with me on the sofa while I drank it and felt about two inches tall. She told me it was fine, that it was a learning experience, that I’d been honest about my nerves and that counted for something.

At the door she kissed my cheek.

“Next time,” she said, “try listening.”

Ending 6 of 16: Red Light. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.

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I didn’t move. Not an inch.

“Oh,” Vivienne said softly, behind me. “Oh, well done.”

She rewarded me. That’s the only word for it. She took off the blindfold and let me watch while she knelt and took my cock into her mouth, slow, all the way, holding my eyes the whole time. When I started to shake she stopped, stood up, and pushed me back onto the bed with one hand on my chest.

“You don’t touch,” she reminded me. “You just take it.”

She rolled a condom on me and straddled me, the leather harness creaking. She rode me hard and fast, using me exactly how she wanted, her hands pinning my wrists to the pillow. Every time I got close she stopped and waited and smiled down at me until I begged. I begged a lot. I had no idea I had it in me.

“Please, Miss. Please.”

“Since you asked so nicely,” she said, and came on me with a long, shuddering moan, and then said, “Now.” I came so hard I saw stars.

Afterwards she untied me, wrapped me in the hotel robe, made me a cup of tea with three sugars and sat with me while I came back to earth.

“Aftercare,” she explained. “Very important.”

I booked her again the next month. And the month after that.

Ending 5 of 16: Good Boy. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.

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