Reputational Notoriety

Sorcha was very good at what she did. Her technique had obviously been honed to perfection over years of working in the sex industry. She moved around the head of my penis with ease and alacrity and the sensations that she generated in me were totally new and eye wateringly erotic. Her hand and oral manipulations were soft and non-invasive and the pleasure that built within me was causing a maelstrom to build and intensify inside my penis.

I knew that it would be a very short time before I blew my stack completely, so I placed my hands on her head and halted her progress. She looked over her shoulder at me and smiled as my tongue flicked her extended clitoris before entering her vagina, causing a similar reaction as before as she cried out softly upon feeling its penetration. I let my tongue enter further and withdraw a few times in quick succession and she adjusted her position to allow me to have full access to her beautiful pink vulva.

Another, heavier, emission of musky fluid poured from her vagina and covered my face, the sensation forcing her to lift off and slide onto her back on the bed beside me. She paused on the bedcover for a few minutes, her breath coming in heaving rasps. She quickly jumped up and ran to the bathroom to retrieve a clean towel to prevent 'spillage' on the bed, tapping it down and flattening it with her hands as she smiled at me ruefully.

"We can't have the housekeeping department getting annoyed with us, Billy, can we?" she said with a grin.

"That'd never do, Sorcha, but I'm sure they've seen worse."

"I suppose that because they hold the title of 'the most bombed hotel in the world,' there's a lot of truth in that statement."

"Speaking of explosives, are you ok, Sorcha?" I asked.

"Never better, Billy," she said, "believe it or not, it's very rare that I get to come once, let alone twice, in the company of a client."

"I'm so happy that you could do that with me, Sorcha."

"I can see that you are, Billy. You're amazing," she said in a low growl as she crawled towards me.

"You think so?" I asked in as much as a non-narcissistic, yet stupidly proud, way as possible.

"Oh, yes. You have a very educated tongue, lips, and hands," she almost whispered as she moved closer.

"You're very kind."

"You kissed me like a lover kisses his paramour," she whispered, as she pushed me down flat on the bed.

"Kiss me again, Billy. Make me come again," she whispered, as her lips and tongue overpowered me.

She moved to straddle my face, giving me access once again to her receptive vagina. I immediately placed my hands on her bum and lifted her very slightly so that my tongue had room to manoeuvre inside her. Her hips swayed in time to the movement of my tongue. They lifted slightly when my lips closed around her clitoris, trapping it gently, while the very tip of my tongue massaged it, slowly at first and then quicker as the pitch of her breath rose to a low growling, immediately before she clutched the headboard and cried out, as she rocked her hips across my mouth to encourage a third orgasm, accompanied by a further flood of vaginal ejaculatory fluid from her discerning vagina. She was breathless as she sat astride me, her hands holding on to the headboard and her thighs squeezing my head as the orgasmic tremors abated.

"I'm so sorry, Billy," she said, and cuddled tightly into my body.

I took the opportunity to take a quick glance at my watch. It was 10:50. We had only ten minutes left of the hour.

"Forget the time, Billy," she said, "you're very unselfish."

"I'm not really, Sorcha," I said, "I'm having such a great experience."

She took my erection in her hand.

"What a perfect cock," she whispered, almost to herself, as she took it in her mouth again.

She took me deep and then slowly lifted off, forcing her lips to touch every scintilla of the surface of my shaft. She kissed along the underside of my shaft down to my scrotum where she sucked one of my testicles into her mouth, holding it there and stimulating it with her tongue. She then popped it out of her mouth and began to suck on the flesh of my groin that directly abutted the base of my shaft, causing me to have palpitations of electricity throughout my sensory system. She simultaneously produced a condom from somewhere that I hadn't noticed, ripped it open and placed it on the head of my penis before placing her lips over it and rolling it down my shaft with her mouth.

I felt her hand as it took my penis and held it while she slowly situated herself above me, my penis directly beneath the opening of her vagina. She lowered herself onto the rampant organ and began slow almost circular contortions of her hips designed to have my penis touch and feel every part of the inner surface of her vaginal walls. It was blowing my mind and I came to the point of orgasm very quickly as she encouraged the moment of ejaculation with softly whispered words of encouragement and support. As my body reacted violently to the release she held me in the cradle of her legs and vagina until I relaxed and settled down again, kissing me slowly as she disconnected and rolled off me.

"Better?" she asked me softly.

"Perfect," I said, "thank you, that was fantastic."

"I know I'm over time," she said, "can I stay a while longer, just to come down?"

"Of course, Sorcha," I said, "will I order up some coffee or tea?"

"Tea would be great."

"Any food?"

"Toast?" she asked.

"Brown or white?"

"What?"

"Toast. Brown or white toast," I said.

"Oh, why are you laughing?"

"I'm yanking your chain. I usually just say, 'it's all brown isn't it?'"

She patted the bed after I hung up with Room Service.

"Come and talk to me, Billy," she said, "tell me your story."

"There's not much to tell, I think your story is more interesting than mine."

"Ok, what would you like to know?"

"Whatever you're comfortable with. I have no references," I said, "tell me your ambitions, where you see yourself in the future."

"That's a big conversation," she said, "but it's simple too."

"How so?" I asked.

"I'd love to be where the top girls are."

"Why?"

"They've worked themselves into an earning position that most of us will never reach."

"Are these girls Irish or foreign?"

"The number one girl here is Irish. She works under the name, Amelie Elite."

"Why is she number one?"

"She works two weeks per year, four days per week and one client per day."

"Ok."

"She has a number of very rich clients, and she sees nobody else. The talk is that she charges €20k per day plus expenses."

"Does she not have rent etc. to pay out of that?" I asked.

"No, it's all outcalls to the client's hotel."

"For a day?"

"Yes."

"What's a day?"

"Eight hours. But it can turn into an overnight stay, so you can double or triple that easily."

"Twenty grand! That's a lot of money, Sorcha."

"I know, but it's just paper to these lads, Billy, and Amelie knows it too."

I was fascinated.

"How old would this, Amelie, be? Have you met her?"

"I've never met her, and I have no idea of her age, Billy, but she'd be in her forties at least. I was told that she's got about two more years before she packs it in," she said, "you can see these Eastern European and Brazilian girls starting to circle already."

"In Ireland?" I asked.

"Yes," she laughed, "there's an Amelie Elite in every country. With a thousand more fighting to take her place."

There was a knock at the door as the food was delivered. Sorcha ran into the bathroom as I opened the door, reappearing when I called her after the girl left. She devoured some toast and inhaled several cups of tea,

"I needed that, Billy, thanks," she said.

"Me too," I said, through a mouthful of toast covered with jam.

I looked at my watch. It was 12:40.

"Am I holding you up, Billy?"

"Not at all, Sorcha, there's nowhere else I'd rather be," I said, "I'm worried in case I'm holdingyouup."

"I'm ok for a bit yet," she said and took my hand, "can I get some more of your tongue?"

I smiled,

"Of course, you really did enjoy that, didn't you?" I said.

"You could charge by the hour for that, Billy, the women would be flocking to you."

"I'd have to call myself Irish Billy."

"Or Billy Eilish, the male version of Amelie."

"Or even Amale.ie, did you see what I did there?"

"I did, but I ignored it," she said, as she took my hand and pulled me into the bed.

She stayed with me for another hour, and we chatted like old friends. The circumstances notwithstanding, it was a wonderful interlude. She took a shower as I laid back on the bed. I was tired and amused somewhat that she was so comfortable as she moved around the room naked. She opened her bag and took out a pair of brief panties, pulling them on and squirming around until they felt comfortable to wear.

"What's next for you today, Sorcha?" I asked.

"I have one client in an hour and that's me finished up here, Billy. I go back to my real job in Dublin next week," she said.

"Oh, I thought you did this full time."

"No, none of the Irish girls that I know do this full time. It's a means to an end."

"I was lucky to meet you so," I said.

"You have my card if you ever feel the need, Billy, I only work by appointment when I'm not touring."

"Touring?" I asked.

"That's what we call a period of calls, in-calls, in ma rented apartment or something. We rent it for a week, or sometimes two, and take clients on a pay per time period basis," she explained matter of factly.

"Does that be a busy time for you?"

"It can be if you let it. I don't, I tend to be very selective and mostly see regulars," she said, "the foreign girls tour constantly, that would break me."

"So why me?" I asked. "How did I make the grade?"

"That's easy, Billy. Your initial approach was courteous and respectful, your appointment fell at a convenient moment in my calendar, and you were so cute in how you described yourself," she said.

She hunted around in her bag and pulled a bra out of it. She strapped it on and came to me, turning her back and lifting her hair above her head.

"Can you button me up please?" she asked.

I obliged willingly. She pulled on a pair of jeans and a tee shirt, patted her hands against her hips and checked herself in the mirror as I got out of bed and began to dress.

"What are your plans for the day, Billy?" she asked.

"I really should go and register at the show but I'm not really in the humour now, Sorcha," I laughed, "after that I'll just kick back and relax for the day. I might see who's in the bar this evening, have a few drinks. I don't really have a plan as such. All I can think about right now are your orgasmic reactions."

"I'm sorry about that, Billy."

"Don't ever be sorry, Sorcha, you made my whole day, you were fantastic," I said, "it was such a pleasure for me. When do you leave for home?"

"We're on the train tomorrow afternoon."

"We?"

"There's two of us up from Dublin. Me and another girl,Irish Fantasy, a girl from Mayo. She's great craic."

"Where do you get the names from?" I asked.

"God knows, the local girls mostly use the word,'Irish',in their names, it works well for us," she said.

I laughed and shook my head; it was a whole other world she inhabited. She packed up her stuff and gave me a hug and a lingering kiss.

"Don't forget me, Billy," she whispered, averted her eyes, and turned to leave.

I followed along behind her, and she stopped at the door.

"Where are you going?" she asked.

"I'll walk you to the lift."

"Oh. Thank you, kind sir," she said and laughed.

As the lift opened she turned to look in my eyes.

"If you run into any hassle, give me a buzz," I said.

"Thanks, Billy, I will," she said with a smile, the lift arrived, and she was gone.

I showered quickly, dressed, and went over to the Ulster Hall to register for the Energy Show. I didn't intend to stay long, just long enough to register, get my accreditation, visit the SEAI stand to inveigle a box of free pens from them and retire to my hotel room for the afternoon. While waiting to be processed, I was accosted from behind by a chap called Barry Allison. Barry was a fellow energy assessor / surveyor and worked predominantly on the south side of the city.

"Billy! How the fuck are you doing?" he said, loudly.

"Ah, Jaysus, Barry. What's the read?"

"I'm up for the day and I'm glad I bumped into you," he said.

"Why so, Baz?" I asked.

"I'm looking for a bit of work."

"Why? Are things bleak on the Southside?"

"A little bit, do you have anything stirring?" he said.

"I do. Are you interested in north city work to start?" I asked.

"Yes, what are kind of work is it?"

"I've just done a mix of about sixty old folks flats and apartments and I've been advised that there's going to be an avalanche of them, and houses, soon."

"What are they paying?" he asked.

"I'll be paying you, Baz."

"All the better, what's the freight?"

"It's a bit complicated but, essentially I'm paying €120 plus add-ons," I said.

"Tax and Fees?"

"Add-ons."

"When does the Golden Eagle shit?" he said with a confidence that didn't suit him.

"Every Friday."

"Did you drive up today?" he asked.

"No, yesterday why? Did you walk?"

"You're still a smart arse, I see," he said. "No, I came by rail."

"Wise move."

"Relatively speaking. Can I travel back with you this evening?" he asked.

"I'm booked on two modules tomorrow, so I'm staying over."

"That's a shame, you could have fleshed it all out for me on the drive down south."

"What time is your train?"

"7:00."

"I'm going to eat in the hotel this evening, why don't you join me, and we can discuss it then."

"What time?"

"Any time at all, what about 5:30? I'll give you one of my chips," I said.

"I've always said that you're the most generous person in the world, Bill."

"Do you fancy it or what?" I said, impatiently.

"Yes, I'll be there. Where are you staying?"

"The Europa."

"Fancy. Great, I've a thing to do first at 3:00."

"That sounds interesting," I said.

"I can't say too much, I'll tell you later, it might be of interest to you."

"Fine," I said, as I saw a guy that I that didn't really have much time for, heading in our direction with a lascivious smile on his face. Barry saw who I was looking at and sighed.

"Fucking Allan Clarke! What's he doing up here?" he said.

"Looking to annoy us, by the looks of things," I said, "I mean what class of a cunt spells 'Alan'with twoLs?"

"Yeah, he's a charmer alright, but I must be elsewhere, Billy."

"Where?" I asked.

"Any fucking where else thatthatprick isn't," he said.

"Ok, I'll see you later, then," I said. "Text me if you're not coming."

"Will do."

And he left me alone to face the enormous arsehole that was Allan Clarke, who was heading inexorably in my direction.

"Ah, Billy boy," he said, as magnanimously as he could carry off.

"Allan, how the fuck are ya? Have you learned to spell your name properly yet?"

"Funny, I don't think. I spotted you walking through the hotel lobby today. You were shepherding a young lady in front of you," he said, "is that your, Aoife? What is she doing up here?"

I had to think fast.

"Are you at The Europa?" was the best I could come up with at short notice.

"No, but they do an amazing Eggs Benny for breakfast. I'm at the Hilton around the corner, tonight," he said.

I heard a lot of strange noises coming from my phone. We both looked confused at them. I pulled it out and checked the screen, it was a load of emails from Ritchie D and a couple of texts from Irish Rose. The noise must have been caused by both kinds of message arriving together, but I'm no expert on that. At least it gave me the opportunity to disconnect from Allan before his investigation continued.

"Sorry, Allan. I have to go through these emails and texts. I'll see you around," I said.

I looked at Sorcha's texts first,

Hi, Billy, sorry for annoying you. Did you notice if I left my envelope behind me today?

I replied straight away.

I'm heading back to the hotel now. I'll take a look in the room for it. I hope you didn't lose it.

So do I, thanks Billy. I'll wait for your reply.

I immediately left the venue and went straight to my room to begin the search. I looked everywhere and there was no sign of it. I was about to give up when I saw it sitting behind the wastebasket under the desk, between it and the wall. It must have slid down there somehow. I texted her immediately.

All good. It was on the floor behind the wastebasket.

Thank fuck. Can I come over and collect it later?

Yes, I'll be in in the restaurant at 5:00 or so, I'll buy you a burger or something.

Thanks, Billy, you're a legend. We'll easily be there by then.

I sat on the bed as I felt the weariness overcome me, so I laid on the cover and drifted off for a nap. Sorcha's text telling me she was on her way woke me at 4:45. I had a quick wash of my face, changed into a polo shirt and chinos, picked up her envelope and my phone, and went downstairs. The restaurant wasn't overly packed, and I found a nice table away from the bar, inside the main doors. Sorcha arrived ten minutes later, accompanied by a slightly taller, very beautiful, blonde girl. Visions of pulchritude both. She saw me and hurried over with a huge smile on her face. I stood up and she hugged me.

"You're a diamond, Billy," she said, taking her envelope from me, "thank you so much."

"You're very welcome," I said, "take a seat, can I get you a drink?"

She turned to her companion, who nodded her head.

"Billy this isIrish Fantasy, I told you about her this morning," Sorcha said.

I stuck out my hand to shake hers, but she brushed it away and came in for a hug.

"Lovely to meet you, Billy. This one hasn't stopped praising you since she came back to the apartment today," she said.

"I have that effect on all the ladies, Fantasy," I said, and we all laughed.

"I'm Melody, Billy," she said, "fuck that Fantasy shit."

"Nice to meet you, Melody, now sit down before they throw us out."

At that exact moment, Allan Clarke walked into the restaurant and immediately pasted that condescending smirk of his on to his face as he headed in our direction.

"Oh fuck," I said.

"Billy?" Sorcha said.

"This guy heading our way is a bit of a fucking consequence, girls," I said, "leave him to me."

"We meet again, Billy," he said, his voice dripping with fake charm and real malice, "and who are these visions of loveliness, are these your daughters or something?"

I looked at the girls in an'I told you he was a prick'manner, but the girls were well able for him. Sorcha stepped forward and put her hand on my chest. She brought her lips to my cheek and then licked my lips. I have to say that it was as erotic a moment as I'd ever had in my entire fucking life.

"I can still taste myself on you, Billy," she said quietly, but loud enough for Allan to hear.

"Can I have a taste too, Billy?" Melody said and didn't wait for a reply.

She kissed my lips and then sucked the top one between hers before letting her tongue run across my chin and along my lips.

"I can still taste you, Rose, but mine is fading," she said, a disconsolate look on her face, "can we freshen it up, Billy.Please?"

I was trying to keep my erection from bursting through the zip on my chinos and all my brain could think of to say was,

"Oh, alright, but we need to eat something first."

"You mean eat somethingelse, don't you, baby?" Sorcha said, trying to keep from laughing.

"But I'm first this time," Melody said to Allan, "Rose absolutely soaked the towel the last time."