by Amber Jaye
Table of Contents
Epilogue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
PREVIEW: The Bad Virgin
About the Author
The Bad Escort
Amber Jaye
Copyright © 2018 by Amber Jaye
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This book is a work of fiction.
Names, characters, groups, businesses, and incidents either are product of the authors imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual places or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Epilogue
PREVIEW: The Bad Virgin
About the Author
1
I am in such terrible trouble. I've been up to my neck in it for weeks but now it's coming to my door like a tsunami. I owe Tony the Fin and he'll be ringing my bell any moment expecting payment. I've avoided him for the last two weeks and everybody knows Tony doesn't believe in third chances. I either pay him or he'll be taking it out on my brother. He'll break my brother's arm if he doesn't get his money.
All I've got is my bus fare and my new ankle boots. That's what I spent the money on that I'd put aside for Tony.
I was actually trying to sort out my money problems when it happened to me. I've been working hard on my mobile hairdressing business, but it's hard adding to my regulars when the ones I have to keep cancelling and rescheduling, owe me almost as much as I owe Tony. And since my car gave up the ghost, I’ve been stuck to those who live on my estate and doing Aunt Sue's perm once a month.
I'd heard they were hiring at the barber's in the precinct and they weren't turning away people with my kind of background and postcode. Of course, by the time I got my arse down there, the windows had been whitewashed and there was a little sign saying “Val's Vapes Opening Soon”. Seeing as I was in the precinct and feeling very down I thought I'd cheer myself up by looking in the window of my favourite boutique, The Bootie Cave.
And there they were, the cutest little pair of silver ankle boots. My favourite combination of classy and slutty. I couldn't resist them. I tried, but it's a compulsion, I'm just addicted to shoes. All other thoughts go out of my head when I see a pair that I love.
I forget about my troubles and my money situation and I just have to see if they have them in my size and to try them on. Of course, they had one pair left and I handed over the last of my dough and took them home, momentarily oblivious to how broke I'd be.
And now I've dropped myself right in it and my brother too.
I pick up my phone and ring my best friend, Gemma, praying that she picks up.
"Hi Mickey, you alright?"
"Oh thank God you're there Gemma, I've messed up really bad"
"Have you babe, how's that?"
"I owe Tony the Fin and I can't pay him."
"Oh, babe I'd lend it to you if I had it..."
"I know you would, but I didn't ring to ask you that, I know you're as bad as me with money. I need to think of something to say to him. I've run out of excuses."
"Can't you tell him you'll pay him come payday?"
“I don't have a payday though, do I?”
“Well tell him you'll pay him when you have it.”
Gemma doesn't live on our estate so she doesn't know Tony's reputation.
"No, Gemma he's not the kind of man you can say that to."
"Is he one of your bad boys?"
"No hon, he's much worse than that. He's the meanest hardest loan shark on our estate"
"Oh dear. Well, that only leaves one option doesn't it?"
"Does it?"
"Yeah, you'll have to fuck him."
"Oh Gemma, I can't."
"Why, how ugly is he?"
"No he's really hot, he looks a lot like Tom Hardy."
"Mmm, sweet. Has he got a girlfriend then?"
"No, he's too hot and bad for that."
"He sounds like your perfect man, what's the problem?"
"It just wouldn't be right would it having sex with a man for money. Doesn't matter how gorgeous he is, it'd make me into some kind of prostitute."
"But you wouldn't be fucking him for money, you'd be fucking him for lack of money, that's a totally different situation”
“Is it? I'm not sure that's true.”
What will he do if you don't pay him?"
"He'll put Freddie in the hospital, for a start."
"Well, you can't let him do that, can you? What kind of girl lets her little brother get beaten up because she doesn't want to sleep with a hot guy? Mind you he doesn’t sound like he's very reasonable."
"Well, he's not that bad, half the estate owes him money, and he has to have rules. We all know them."
"So he's got his rules and you've got your principles so you probably shouldn't. To be honest he sounds a little dangerous and out of your league."
Gemma's always known how to push my buttons. I lost count a long time ago of the dares she's got me to do. Well, I won't let her know she's got to me again.
"Well thanks for the advice, I'll keep it in mind."
Gemma laughs as I finish the call. She can be a right bitch, but she has a habit of steering me right when I need it.
I have to admit I'm getting really turned on by the idea and there should be just enough time to freshen up and change into something a little more seductive before he gets here.
Looking in my wardrobe I pick out a lilac top that shows off my breasts and a skirt that just about covers my ass, I strap on my new shoes and admire my reflection. These heels make my legs so long; I'm feeling horny as hell. I touch up my eyeliner and then I hear the doorbell go.
I look out of my blinds and sure enough, there is Tony’s black Mercedes parked outside and he's standing at my porch with his hands thrust into his pockets and that wicked grin upon his face. He looks up and catches me peering out.
He winks and it sends an electric shock that passes all the way through my body and forces me to smile back at him. I don't care about the money now, I've got a point to prove, I want him and he's going to want me and these boots are going to make back their money right now. I feel as dirty as the look I'm giving him.
I make my way down the stairs to let Tony in for what's going to be the greatest fuck of his life.
2
I open the door and Tony's leaning against the frame. He looks me up and down. His right-hand holds on to the underside as if he's about to do a one armed pull up with his massive bicep. Always the gentlemen he's waiting for me to invite him in, but making sure I can't close the door again. He looks down at me, piercing my mind (and other places) with those dark brown eyes of his.
"Hi Mickey, you going to ask me in?"
"I didn't think you needed asking." I give him a mischievous grin and with my chest pushed out I'm daring him to look down my cleavage. So far he's resisting.
"Be a good boy and close the door behind you." I turn on my heels and saunter int
o the lounge, this skirt is so tight. It shows off my arse and I'm hotting up at the thought of him enjoying the view.
"Take a seat, can I get you a drink?"
Tony sits down, his legs spread and he rests his hands behind his head and he leans back.
"I'll have a quick coffee if you're making one. I don't want to leave Bobbie out there for too long. He'll get the hump."
Bobbie is Tony's driver and right-hand man, he keeps guard outside in case any of Tony's enemies are stupid enough to come looking for trouble. We both look out the window, Bobbie's stretching his legs circling the car and checking his dreadlocks in the windscreen.
"I thought you might like something a bit stronger than coffee?"
"Not when I'm working and it's a bit early in the day, don't you think?"
"Hmm, maybe.” I reply.
I walk back over to him and step between his legs and sit down on his thigh. It's rock hard and I place my hand on his knee and turn to him.
"Well, if you don't want something stronger, how about something a little sweeter." I purr.
There's no reaction on his face and I take my feet off the floor and lean forward.
“What the fuck are you doing?"
I place a hand on his chest, it's almost as hard as his thigh and I wriggle a little along his leg and breathe out seductively.
"Isn't it obvious Tony?"
"Well, it's obvious you've lost your mind".
He places his palms just above my hips and in one smooth move, lifts me up and puts me back on the floor. My face is flushing red and I turn my face down in shame.
"You haven't got the money have you?"
I shake my head from side to side; I'm biting my lip. I feel so stupid. This has not gone the way it was supposed to. Gemma was right, he's obviously well out of my league.
I dare to look at him and he's just shaking his head in disappointment. He opens his mouth but before he can tear me apart with whatever it is he's about to say his pocket begins to vibrate and he pulls out his phone.
"You better hope this isn't Bobbie, if he caught your little trick, I'll hear about nothing else for the rest of the day."
We both look out, but Bobbie is facing the other way.
"You don't know how jealous he gets."
It's my turn to look confused now and Tony looks at me as if I'm stupid.
"Bobbie's my fella. I don't know how you don't know this. He's looking for any excuse for us to tie the knot and you’re bloody giving him one. Look I've got to take this call. It's my mother. Go and get me a glass of water and fix your make up while I take this."
He turns his back on me.
"Hello mum, I was just about to ring you... I was, honest it's been all go this morning."
He looks over his shoulder and waves me away.
I'm being dismissed in my own house I feel like my old head-teacher has just finished lecturing me in their office. I've let everyone down, myself more than anyone.
I check my face in the kitchen and I’ve smeared my eyeliner, with a few tears of shame. I dab them away and wipe the smudged eyeliner off with a bit of kitchen towel. I can hear Tony muttering some sort of an apology to his mother and I wait until he’s finished before taking the water back through to him.
I can't look him in the eye. He's standing there with his arms folded and his head cocked to one side with a look that says, "What am I going to do with you?" I pass him the glass and he gulps down half of it.
"What am I going to do with you?" (See I told you).
"I'm really sorry Tony, I couldn't help myself."
"Oh, don't give me that, I've been coming round to see you for years and you've never made a move before. Would you have gone through with it?"
"Of course I would. I'm not a tease. You are hot.”
"True, there's no denying that.”
Tony seems to be returning to his usual cocky self and I look up at him and smile.
"Tell you what, I think I know how to sort this out for you. You willing to play ball and do me a favour?"
"I'm willing to do anything, I really am."
"Good, that's what I thought. I've got something I want you to drop off at my brother's for me."
This seems too good to be true and I smile gratefully.
"Sure I can do that."
"Yeah, and while you're there I'd like you to give him the fuck you were planning to give to me.”
I can't believe what Tony has just said and I open my eyes and mouth wide in shock. At least he's smiling again, but I feel numb. Tony laughs at my reaction.
“Oh come on, what's wrong with that?” he says, but I'm still speechless.
I didn't mind throwing myself at Tony especially as Gemma was daring me to. I always had a thing for Tony, and a big part of that was how bad he is, but I didn't think he was this bad. I can't find the words to tell him what I'm thinking.
Tony drops the smile and turns his hands' palms up.
“Hey, you were cool with doing me for money. What's wrong with doing my brother?”
I can't just stand here with my mouth open. I have to say something.
“Because I'm not that kind of girl!”
I'm almost shouting.
“What type of girl's that?”
“You know, the type of girl who sleeps with men to get what she wants.”
“I thought that was precisely what you were saying you were.”
“But, I've always liked you, I wouldn't do it with just anyone. I haven't been with anyone for more than a year, you know not since me and my last split up. I don't know if I'd even fancy your brother.”
“Of course you'd fancy him, especially if you haven't had anything for a year.”
He gives me a wink and I blush again, I really didn't mean to share that information with him. I've got a reputation as a good time party girl to protect; only Gemma knows I don't go further than a snog. Seeing that I'm not feeling any better for him winking at me, he beckons me over and pulls out his phone.
“Here, I've got a photo of him on here somewhere.”
It's mainly pictures of him and Bobbie. There's him and Bobbie posing as gangsters, there's him and Bobbie posing with the Mercedes and the two of them posing with their dogs.
“Hang on, he's in here somewhere, we met up when our mother came down for the Pride parade. Ah, here it is. That's my brother Eddie.”
Tony passes me his phone and I take a look, in fact, I have to look twice.
It's like I'm looking at Superman and Clark Kent at the same time. In the centre is what I presume is their mother. To her left is Tony, bare-chested and wearing a cowboy hat. To her right is Tony's brother and he looks identical to Tony. His hair is styled a little longer and he's wearing glasses (and a t-shirt) but these are the only differences between them. He obviously does as much gym time as Tony, his body is rock hard and sculpted.
“Are you two twins?” I gasp.
“Yeah, we're identical. I call him my little brother because there's twenty minutes between us. Of course, I'm the hotter twin, he doesn't do himself any favours with his hair or those dorky glasses. He hasn't got my swagger either. But if you fancy me, well he's almost as good as the real thing.” he flashes another smile.
“And another thing if you’re embarrassed about it being over a year, I don't think he's been with anyone for two. You might not find him much easier than me to pull, truth be told.”
Tony's trying the same trick on me as Gemma, it's a shame it's the one that always seems to work.
“Don't you worry, if he's straight, I'll pull him. But I won't know if I fancy him until I meet him. It's not all about looks and muscles you know.”
“I thought it was all about the looks and the muscles. Don't worry about him being straight, he's always been far too straight, in both meanings of the word if you know what I mean.”
We're back to our friendly and casual way with each other and I'm beginning to relax again.
“Of course if you don't fancy him and can'
t put yourself through it, you know what I'm going to do, don't you?”
All my fear comes rushing back into me.
“You'll do my brother, won't you?”
“No worse than that.”
I can feel myself going pale and I'm trying not to tremble.
“What are you going to do?”
“I'm going to take all your shoes.”
3
I'm so relieved that Tony is going to keep my brother out of my trouble but my stomach is feeling queasy with the thought of losing all my shoes. Don't get me wrong I'd walk around in cereal boxes if it meant Freddie was safe but even so I wish there was something else I had to give him. I've worked really hard for those shoes.
Since I left the salon and set myself up as a mobile hairdresser I've needed the confidence that new shoes bring me. It's not as if I haven't earned them. If they were my only mistake I could afford that vice. But, it wasn't the shoes that got me into debt it was my ex-boyfriend. He rinsed me dry with all his big plans and like a fool I went along with it every time. My life could be so different if I hadn't been so willing to fall for him and his lies.
Okay, I have to admit I shouldn't have bought my new boots when I'm still paying off these debts, but it was coming up to our anniversary. It would have been our seventh year together if he hadn't got the seven-year itch twelve months early. I admit I'm not over him yet. How could I be?
I'd been with him since I was sixteen. He was the first boy I ever kissed, properly. And I may have made up on the kissing front in this last year, but that's as far as I've been able to take it.
I just haven't been able to move on, I can't even say his name without bursting into tears. And now because of him and the debts he left me with I'm going to lose all my shoes unless I throw myself at a complete stranger. I've only got through this last twelve months due to my shoes.
