I check all the different sized strapons are cleaned and ready for my next client. My flatmate, Lara, is going at it in her bedroom, the volume of her client’s noises escalating. Thank goodness we live in a bungalow detached from our neighbours. When he leaves she steps out into the kitchen.

“Cuppa?” she asks, flicking on the kettle.

“Yeah, why not,” I watch her from the sofa.

We’re both wearing matching body harnesses we got from a convention. She’s curvier than me which I’ve always admired, the straps accentuating the dips and mounds of her shape.

“Earth to Julie,” she says, handing me my tea.

“Thanks. Good session?”

“Yeah,” she sighs, leaning on the kitchen counter. “Though I feel like I’m running out of dirty stuff to say.”

“Well, let’s riff,” we both straighten up.

“Such a dirty little dog wanting me to fill you up,” she begins.

“My dick’s bigger than yours,” I smile devilishly.

“Bet your wife doesn't know you like to take it from behind, and you take it so well too.”

“I’ll only let you come if I feel you deserve it.”

We giggle as she comes over to sit next to me, causing me to become all flustered. It’s been like this for a while. We’ve been besties since school but lately the way she’s been carrying herself with such grace and confidence has led me to see her in a new light. But I can’t rock the boat of our friendship and I’ve never known her to date women anyway.

There’s a knock at the door in a rhythm only our clients know so we don’t have to throw on a dressing gown in case it’s a delivery. It’s one of my hotshot suited and booted guys, a big tipper. He nods cordially at Lara as he walks by into my bedroom. She winks at me as I follow.

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