Sue had spent the last six months with a boyfriend who treated her like an afterthought — quick, selfish fucks and zero effort. The day she kicked him out, she felt reborn. No more pretending. No more waiting for him to “get in the mood.” Just her, a chilled bottle of wine, and the delicious thrill of knowing she could do whatever the hell she wanted.

That afternoon, she’d shown a flat to Omar — tall, handsome, Black, with a smile that made her stomach flip. By the end of the viewing, she was already tipsy on the idea of him. “Fancy a glass of wine to celebrate?” she asked, voice low. Omar’s grin was slow and knowing. “Only if you’re joining me.”

They ended up at her friend Ben’s place (he was away for the weekend). The second the door shut, Sue kicked off her heels with a playful flick, perched on the white coffee table, and crossed her sheer black-stockinged legs right in front of him, letting her plaid skirt ride high.

Omar poured two glasses, eyes never leaving her legs. “Well, you know what they say, love… once you go black, you never go back.”

Sue threw her head back and laughed — a proper, posh, filthy laugh. “Oh, you are so right, darling!” she said, eyes sparkling. “So glad I’m finally shot of that pathetic little wanker boyfriend of mine and his tiny dick. Never again.”

She looked down at him with that elegant, commanding smile. “Come here,” she said softly but firmly. “On your knees.”

Omar obeyed instantly, dropping down in front of her. His big hands slid up her thighs, then gently cupped her breasts through her blouse as he leaned in. Sue cupped his face, pulled him the last inch, and kissed him deep — slow, hungry, completely in control. When she finally broke the kiss, she whispered against his lips, still smiling:

“Mmm… much better than that useless ex. Now… how about we see if that big black cock of yours can make me forget him completely?”

Omar’s hands were already sliding under her skirt when the front door opened.

Ben stood there, keys in hand, eyes wide for half a second before his cheeky grin appeared. He’d come home early.

Sue didn’t flinch. She simply looked over Omar’s shoulder at Ben, still perched elegantly on the table with her legs spread, and said in that same posh, assertive voice: “Lock the door, darling. And get that cock out. I want both of you… at the same time.”

What followed was everything she’d secretly fantasised about.

Omar stayed on his knees, sliding his thick black cock deep into her dripping pussy in one slow, stretching thrust. Ben stepped up behind her, lubed himself quickly, and pressed against her tight arse. When both men sank all the way in — one in her pussy, one deep in her arse — Sue let out a long, shaking moan of pure bliss.

“Oh my god… I’m so full,” she breathed, voice trembling but still in control. “I can feel both of you sliding against each other inside me.”

They started moving, Omar’s powerful hips driving into her pussy while Ben’s cock pumped in and out of her arse. The double penetration was overwhelming — every thrust sent sparks through her whole body. She was lost in it, but never lost control. She told them exactly how she wanted it — slower, deeper, harder — and they obeyed.

She came hard within minutes, legs shaking, moaning like a woman finally getting everything she deserved. They swapped, then swapped again, then took her together in every way she asked for until she was a trembling, glowing mess.

When they finally finished — Omar flooding her pussy and Ben painting her arse — Sue collapsed back onto the sofa, flushed and smiling like a queen who’d just been properly worshipped.

She looked up at both of them, still perfectly elegant even in her post-orgasm glow.

“Well,” she laughed breathlessly, “I think I’m going to need another bottle of wine… and round two.”

Chapter 2: Lisa’s Desk – A Few Days Later

A few days after Sue’s wild wine-soaked night with Omar and Ben, the office was still buzzing with excitement.

Sue walked in glowing, still wearing the same short red tartan skirt, and the girls immediately wanted every filthy detail over their morning tea.

Lisa had been quietly thinking about it ever since. The images Sue had described — being double-stuffed on the sofa, one thick black cock in her pussy and Ben Dover’s thick white one deep in her arse — had been playing on repeat in her mind.

That afternoon, when Omar came in for a “property viewing,” Lisa decided it was her turn.

She led him straight into her office, closed the door behind them, and looked him dead in the eye with a hungry smile.

“I heard what you did with Sue the other night,” she said, voice low and confident. “I want the same… right here, right now.”

Without waiting for an answer, Lisa turned around, bent over her own desk, flipped her tartan skirt up over her arse, and spread her legs invitingly.

Omar didn’t need telling twice. He stepped behind her, unzipped, and thrust his thick black cock deep into her already dripping pussy in one smooth, powerful stroke.

Lisa let out a loud, shameless moan as he started pounding her hard. Papers flew off the desk, her tits bounced against the wood with every deep thrust, and her moans grew louder and filthier with each stroke.

“Oh fuck… yes… harder… just like you did with Sue!”

The other girls in the main office pretended to be busy on the phones, but they couldn’t stop giggling as they clearly heard Lisa getting properly railed on her own desk.

When Omar finally pulled out and came across her arse and back in thick, hot ropes, Lisa turned around flushed and breathless. She fixed her skirt with a wicked, satisfied grin.

“Jesus Christ… no wonder Sue was walking funny the next day,” she laughed. “Tell Ben he’s got some serious competition.”

Sue, who had been listening from across the office with a proud smile, raised her mug in a toast and called over:

“Welcome to the club, love. The tartan skirt looks even better when it’s flipped up like that.”

The girls all cheered quietly, the energy in the office crackling with naughty excitement.

The Putney High Street MILFs were officially picking up speed.

Chapter 3: Emma’s Birthday Blow-Out

A couple of weeks after Lisa’s desk session, the girls decided it was time to celebrate Emma’s birthday in proper Putney MILF style.

Emma had also recently dumped her boring boyfriend and was feeling the same rush of freedom as Sue and Lisa. The girls booked a private room at a local bar, complete with a surprise stripper they’d found through a discreet contact.

The stripper — a tall, muscular guy with a cheeky grin — arrived dressed as a policeman. The girls cheered as he started his routine, but Emma’s eyes kept drifting to Omar, who the girls had secretly invited as a “special guest”.

After a few drinks and plenty of teasing, Emma found herself sitting on the edge of the table, legs spread, while the stripper knelt between them. She moaned as he ate her out expertly, her tartan skirt pushed up around her waist.

But Emma wanted more.

She looked over at Omar with a wicked, tipsy smile and said:

“Come here, big man. I want both of you… at the same time.”

The stripper stood up, cock hard and ready. Omar stepped in behind her. Emma gasped as she felt the stripper slide into her pussy while Omar slowly pushed his thick black cock into her arse.

“Oh fuck… yes!” Emma cried out, her voice trembling with pleasure. “I’m so full… don’t stop!”

They started moving in rhythm — one cock thrusting deep into her pussy while the other stretched her arse. Emma was lost in the sensation, moaning loudly as the double penetration sent waves of pleasure through her body. The other girls watched, cheering and touching themselves, loving every second of their friend getting properly double-teamed on her birthday.

Emma came hard, shaking between the two men, her posh voice turning into raw, filthy cries of ecstasy.

When both men finally pulled out and came across her tits and stomach, Emma lay back on the table, flushed and glowing.

“Best… birthday… ever,” she laughed breathlessly.

Sue raised her glass with a proud grin:

“Welcome to the club properly, Emma. The Putney High Street MILFs just got even naughtier.”

Chapter 4: Chloe’s Live Viewing

A couple of weeks after Emma’s birthday, the girls were buzzing again. Chloe — the youngest and boldest of the Putney High Street MILFs — had just started her secret side hustle: live OnlyFans cam shows filmed inside the empty fixer-upper flats she was supposed to be showing clients.

She’d set up in a half-renovated two-bed on the High Street, laptop on the bedside table, white cropped shirt unbuttoned low, plaid skirt riding high, talking dirty to her growing fanbase.

“Hi boys… today I’m in this gorgeous property that needs a proper seeing to. Anyone want to watch me get hands-on with the builder?” she purred, winking at the camera.

The doorbell rang. In walked Dave — the bearded builder in his yellow hard hat, orange hi-vis vest and tool belt. Chloe smiled wickedly at the lens.

“Come in, love… my viewers want to see how thorough the work is.”

Dave didn’t need asking twice. He dropped his clipboard, strode over, and pulled her into a hungry kiss right on the bed. His big rough hands slid straight inside her open shirt, groping her tits hard while she moaned into his mouth, legs wrapping around his waist. The camera caught every second — her blonde hair spilling back, his hard hat tilting as he sucked on her neck, the subscribers going wild with tips pouring in.

Sue, Lisa and Emma were watching the stream from the office (they’d been tipped off), giggling and cheering in the group chat: “Go on Chloe! Give them a proper double viewing!”

Chloe broke the kiss just long enough to moan at the camera: “Mmm… he’s so much bigger than my boring ex. Who wants to see me take both his hands and his cock at the same time?”

Dave flipped her onto her back on the bed, skirt flipped up, and started pounding her right there while she kept the stream running, talking filth to her fans the whole time. When Omar “popped in for a follow-up inspection” (the girls had messaged him), it turned into the ultimate live show — Omar’s thick black cock in her pussy, Dave’s in her arse, Chloe screaming in pleasure while the tips hit record numbers.

She came hard, shaking on camera, then blew a kiss to the lens: “Best renovation ever, boys… book your viewing now :)”

Back at the office the next morning, the girls raised their teas in a toast.

“Chloe, you absolute legend — our subscriber count just doubled!” laughed Sue.

Chloe just smirked, fixing her shirt. “What can I say, girls? Some properties need a very… personal touch.”

The Putney High Street MILFs were officially unstoppable — and their little online empire was just getting started.

Chapter 5: Tasha Parks – The Auditor Arrives

A few weeks after Chloe’s explosive live show, the office received an unexpected visitor.

Tasha Parks, the 52-year-old buxom redhead from the sister branch, walked in carrying a briefcase and wearing a tight pencil skirt that barely contained her legendary 40 Double EE knockers. She had been Mr Hargreaves’ former PA and was now doing an “audit” on behalf of head office.

The girls instantly recognised a kindred spirit.

Tasha took one look at the short tartan skirts, the cheeky smiles, and the lingering scent of sex in the air and raised a perfectly arched eyebrow.

“Well, well… looks like this branch has been having a lot more fun than the books suggest,” she said in her throaty, mature voice.

Sue grinned. “You here to audit the numbers… or join the fun?”

Tasha set her briefcase down, leaned against a desk so her massive cleavage strained against her blouse, and gave them all a slow, knowing smile.

“Both, darling. I’ve been divorced for six months and I’m freshly single. I heard rumours about Omar, Ben Dover, and a certain builder who likes to do very thorough inspections. Thought I’d come and see for myself.”

That afternoon, while the girls were supposed to be working, Tasha “audited” the office in her own way.

She started by teasing Mr Hargreaves — leaning over his desk so her huge tits nearly spilled out, dropping naughty innuendos about “thorough inspections” and “filling gaps in the paperwork.”

Then she turned her attention to the girls.

In the back office, Tasha hiked up her skirt, revealing she wasn’t wearing any knickers, and said with a wicked laugh:

“Since I’m the auditor, I think it’s only fair I get a proper welcome. Who wants to introduce me to Omar?”

Chloe quickly messaged Omar. Twenty minutes later he walked in.

Tasha didn’t waste time. She bent over the desk in her tight pencil skirt, flipped it up, and looked back at Omar with pure hunger in her eyes.

“Come on then, big man. Show this old girl what a proper Putney welcome feels like.”

Omar stepped behind her, slid his thick black cock deep into her wet pussy, and started fucking her hard. Tasha’s massive tits bounced wildly on the desk as she moaned loudly, her throaty voice filling the office.

The other girls watched, touching themselves and cheering her on.

When Omar finally pulled out and came across her arse and back, Tasha stood up, adjusted her skirt like nothing had happened, and gave the girls a satisfied smile.

“Not bad… but next time I want both Omar and Ben Dover at the same time. I’ve heard the tartan skirt girls do a very good double team.”

She winked at Sue.

“Think you can arrange that for the auditor?”

Sue laughed. “Welcome to the club, Tasha. The Putney High Street MILFs just got even bigger… and much, much naughtier.”

Chapter 6: Girls’ Night Cruise

It was a warm Friday evening when the five Putney MILFs decided they needed a proper night off.

Sue had borrowed her friend’s red rag-top Mercedes convertible. The top was down, the music was loud, and a bottle of prosecco was already being passed around as they cruised along the Thames.

Chloe was riding shotgun, tartan skirt riding high on her thighs, hair blowing in the wind. In the back seat, Lisa, Emma and Tasha were squeezed together, laughing and singing along to Nicki Minaj.

“Putney High Street MILFs on tour!” Chloe yelled, raising the bottle.

They drove over Chelsea Bridge first, the lights of the Thames sparkling below them. Then they looped back over Albert Bridge, the wind whipping through their hair as they passed the bottle around.

Tasha, sitting in the middle of the back seat, took a long swig and grinned.

“God, I needed this. Between auditing the books and listening to Mr Hargreaves breathe heavily over my shoulder, I was ready to scream.”

Emma laughed. “You should try sitting on Big Daddy Jake’s knee at the tavern. That man knows how to keep a girl distracted.”

Chloe turned around in her seat, eyes sparkling.

“Speaking of… I’ve already booked us the best table for next Friday. Front row at Big Cock Strippers. Omar’s the special guest.”

The car erupted in cheers.

Sue glanced in the rear-view mirror, smiling. “Six VIP tickets. And Jake already told Chloe she’s sitting on his knee all night so he can play with her tits while he pours the drinks.”

Tasha raised an eyebrow. “Lucky bitch.”

Chloe just grinned and turned the music up louder.

As they cruised along the river, the city lights glittering, the five women felt completely free. No boyfriends, no rules, no pretending.

Just five hot, confident MILFs in short tartan skirts, a convertible, good music, and a whole night ahead of them.

Lisa leaned forward between the seats.

“So… after the tavern and the strip club, where are we ending up?”

Chloe looked back with a wicked smile.

“Wherever the night takes us, babe. But I’ve got a feeling Big Daddy Jake and Omar are both going to get very well acquainted with the Putney MILFs before the sun comes up.”

The girls raised the prosecco bottle together as they crossed Chelsea Bridge once more, the wind in their hair and the lights of London stretching out before them.

“To Putney High Street,” Sue called out.

“To getting properly fucked and not giving a shit who knows!” Emma added.

The car filled with laughter as they sped on into the night, five unstoppable women ready for whatever trouble came next.

Chapter 7: Table for Six at Big Cock Tavern

The red convertible pulled up outside Big Cock Tavern just after 8pm on Friday night.

The five Putney MILFs spilled out, tartan skirts fluttering in the evening breeze, already buzzing from the prosecco and the drive. Chloe led the way, phone in one hand and the Big Cock Tavern flyer in the other.

As soon as they walked through the door, Big Daddy Jake looked up from behind the bar and broke into a huge grin.

“Well fuck me,” he boomed, loud enough for half the pub to hear, “if it isn’t the entire Putney MILF squad in one go. Come on in, ladies — I’ve been waiting for you.”

He wiped his hands on a towel and nodded toward the end of the bar.

“Best seats in the house, right here. I kept the whole corner free so I can keep a proper eye on you lot.”

Chloe didn’t hesitate. She walked straight behind the bar and slid onto Jake’s knee like she belonged there, wrapping one arm around his broad shoulders.

“Deal’s a deal, Big Daddy,” she said with a cheeky smile. “You pour the drinks, I sit on your knee. And you can play with whatever you like while you’re at it.”

Jake let out a deep, warm laugh and wrapped one strong arm around her waist to steady her.

“Best customer I’ve had all week,” he said, giving her thigh a gentle squeeze with his free hand. “What are we drinking tonight, gorgeous?”

The other four girls took their seats at the bar, grinning at the sight of Chloe already comfortable on Jake’s lap.

Sue raised an eyebrow. “You didn’t waste any time, did you Chloe?”

“Life’s too short,” Chloe replied, leaning back against Jake’s chest as he poured her a glass of prosecco with his free hand.

Jake looked over at the group, still smiling.

“So this is the famous Putney MILFs I’ve heard so much about. Sue, Lisa, Emma, Tasha… and my new favourite lap warmer, Chloe. Welcome to Big Cock Tavern, ladies. First round’s on the house.”

Tasha leaned forward, eyes sparkling. “Heard you’ve got a very hands-on service here, Jake.”

Jake gave Chloe’s thigh another playful squeeze.

“Only for special customers,” he said with a wink. “And tonight, you’re all special.”

The girls laughed and raised their glasses.

Emma held up her phone. “Smile, Jake — this is going straight to the group chat.”

Jake posed with his pint in one hand and Chloe comfortably on his lap, looking every bit the king of his little empire.

Chloe turned her head and whispered in his ear, “You really going to play with my tits while you serve the girls all night?”

Jake’s grin widened.

“Every chance I get, sweetheart. You just sit there and look pretty. I’ve got two hands — one for the drinks, one for you.”

The night was young, the prosecco was flowing, and Big Daddy Jake had five very dangerous MILFs sitting at his bar.

It was going to be a very long, very memorable Friday night at Big Cock Tavern.

Chapter 8: Ladies’ Night at Big Cock Strippers

By 9:30pm the prosecco had done its job and the five Putney MILFs were in full party mode.

Big Daddy Jake had reluctantly let Chloe off his knee (“Only because I need both hands to pour these shots,” he’d grumbled), and the girls had made their way the short distance down the High Street to Big Cock Strippers.

The club was already packed. Neon lights flashed, the bass thumped, and the big screen was playing Chloe’s promo video on repeat. The moment the bouncer saw the five women in their matching tartan skirts, he grinned and waved them straight through to the VIP booth Chloe had booked.

“Front row for the Putney MILFs!” he shouted over the music.

They had barely sat down when the MC’s voice boomed across the club:

“Putney High Street… are you ready to get wild? Make some noise for tonight’s special guest — all the way from Manchester… the one, the only… Omar Williams!”

The crowd erupted.

Omar strode onto the stage under the spotlights, shirt already half-open, that familiar confident smirk on his face. His eyes immediately found their booth and locked onto Chloe.

Chloe leaned forward, grinning. “There he is, girls. My favourite delivery man.”

Emma whistled loudly. “He looks even better than on your SCORE cover!”

Omar pointed straight at their table, then ripped his shirt off in one smooth motion as the music dropped. The women in the crowd screamed.

Tasha raised her glass. “I’ll give him ten minutes before one of us is on that stage with him.”

She was wrong.

It only took six.

Omar jumped off the stage during his routine and made a beeline for their booth. Without missing a beat he grabbed Chloe’s hand and pulled her up onto the stage with him.

The club went wild.

Chloe laughed as Omar spun her around, grinding against her from behind while her tartan skirt rode higher with every move. She played along perfectly, throwing her head back and running her hands down his chest.

From the VIP booth the other four girls were cheering and waving fistfuls of notes.

Sue cupped her hands and shouted: “Give her the full works, Omar!”

Lisa was already filming on her phone. “This is going straight to the group chat!”

Omar dipped Chloe dramatically, then whispered something in her ear that made her bite her lip and grin. He pulled her close again, one hand sliding down her back as they moved together to the heavy bass.

Back at the booth, Tasha turned to Sue with a wicked smile.

“Ten quid says she drags him into the VIP room before the end of the night.”

Emma laughed. “I’ll take that bet… but only because I want to watch.”

On stage, Chloe was having the time of her life. She looked straight at the crowd, then back at her girls, and mouthed:

“Best. Research. Trip. Ever.”

As the song ended, Omar gave her one last spin and a quick kiss on the cheek before she made her way back to the booth, flushed and laughing.

Chloe dropped back into her seat, breathing hard.

“Well?” Tasha asked, raising an eyebrow.

Chloe picked up her prosecco and took a long sip, eyes sparkling.

“He just offered us all a private group performance in the VIP room… half price if we keep the tartan skirts on.”

The table exploded with laughter and raised glasses.

Sue lifted her drink high.

“To Putney High Street MILFs — officially the naughtiest group in London.”

Chloe grinned, already looking back toward the stage where Omar was watching their booth with a knowing smile.

“And the night is still young, girls…”

Chapter 9: VIP Room at Big Cock Strippers

The VIP room door had barely clicked shut before the energy changed.

The main club was still loud and chaotic, but in here it was darker, warmer, and much more intimate. Plush black sofas lined the walls, the lighting was low purple, and a bottle of chilled champagne was already waiting on the table.

Omar leaned against the wall, shirtless, that confident smile on his face as he looked at the five Putney MILFs.

“So… six VIP tickets,” he said, voice low. “You lot really don’t do things by halves, do you?”

Chloe stepped forward first, still buzzing from the stage. She walked straight up to him, placed her hands on his chest and looked up with a wicked grin.

“We paid for the full experience, big boy. Don’t disappoint us now.”

The other girls spread out on the sofas, watching with sparkling eyes and half-empty glasses.

Tasha kicked her heels off and lounged back. “We’ve all seen what you can do on stage. Now show us what you can do when the lights are lower.”

Omar let out a deep chuckle. He pulled Chloe in close, one big hand sliding down to squeeze her arse through the tartan skirt.

“Bossy tonight, aren’t we?” he murmured, then looked over her shoulder at the rest of the group. “You all want the same treatment?”

Emma raised her glass. “Every single one of us. We’ve been good girls all week. We deserve it.”

What followed was pure chaos in the best possible way.

Omar was everywhere at once — strong hands, deep voice, and that endless stamina. He had Chloe bent over the back of the sofa first, skirt flipped up, fucking her hard and deep while she moaned loudly enough for the girls to cheer.

“Fuck… that’s it,” Chloe gasped, gripping the leather. “Give it to me just like that.”

Sue and Lisa were on the next sofa, taking turns kissing him and guiding his hands wherever they wanted. Tasha, never one to be left out, climbed onto his lap when he sat down, riding him slow and teasing while Emma filmed short clips on her phone “for the group chat only”.

At one point all five of them had him surrounded. Omar was on his back on the big central sofa while the girls took turns — riding him, grinding on his face, kissing him, and generally using him exactly how they wanted.

Chloe was the loudest, as usual.

“God, I’ve missed this cock,” she moaned as she sank down onto him again. “My boyfriend could never fuck me like this.”

Omar gripped her hips, thrusting up into her with a grin. “That’s because you need a proper man, sweetheart. Not some boy.”

The room filled with laughter, moans, and the sound of skin on skin.

By the time they were all spent and glowing, the girls were sprawled across the sofas in various states of undress, hair messy, makeup smudged, and huge satisfied smiles on their faces.

Tasha raised what was left of her champagne glass.

“To research trips,” she said hoarsely.

“To Big Cock Strippers,” Emma added.

Chloe, still sitting on Omar’s lap with his arms around her waist, looked at the girls with a lazy, filthy grin.

“And to Putney High Street MILFs… officially the naughtiest group in London.”

Omar kissed the back of her neck and chuckled.

“You lot are going to be the death of me… but what a way to go.”

Chapter 10: The Morning After

The next morning the Putney High Street Estate Agency was unusually quiet.

Sue arrived first, still wearing last night’s makeup and a slightly smug smile. She dropped her bag on the desk and immediately made coffee.

One by one the others trickled in.

Emma looked thoroughly wrecked but happy. Lisa was limping just a little. Tasha walked in like she’d conquered Mount Everest. And Chloe… Chloe looked like she’d had the best night of her life.

She collapsed into her chair, kicked her heels off, and let out a long, satisfied sigh.

“Well,” Sue said, handing out coffees, “who’s going to speak first?”

Chloe raised her hand like she was in school.

“I’ll start. Omar is officially a machine. I think he fucked all five of us at least twice. I lost count after the third round in the VIP room.”

Emma laughed. “I had him in the corner while you were riding him on the sofa. That man has stamina.”

Tasha smirked as she stirred her coffee. “I made him carry me around the room like a trophy. Told him the Putney MILFs don’t do gentle.”

Lisa winced as she sat down. “My thighs are killing me. Worth it though.”

Sue leaned against her desk, arms folded, looking at her team with a mix of amusement and pride.

“So… official verdict on Big Cock Strippers?”

“Ten out of ten,” Chloe said immediately. “Best research trip we’ve ever done. I’m already thinking about booking the VIP room again next month.”

The group chat pinged. It was Big Daddy Jake from the tavern.

Jake: Morning ladies. Heard you lot destroyed poor Omar last night. My bar is still recovering from the noise you made walking past at 3am. Table’s reserved again for next Friday if you fancy round two.

Chloe read it out loud and the office filled with laughter.

Emma shook her head. “We’re going to get banned from the entire High Street at this rate.”

“Worth it,” Tasha replied, sipping her coffee. “I haven’t felt this alive in years.”

Chloe spun in her chair, already typing on her phone.

“I’m texting Omar right now. Told him next time we want the full Dancing Bear treatment plus him. He’s bringing friends.”

Sue raised an eyebrow. “You’re insatiable.”

“No,” Chloe grinned, “I’m just getting started. We’ve got Big Cock Hot Dogs deliveries, Big Daddy Jake waiting at the tavern, Omar on speed dial, and now the whole of Babe Station knows who we are. Putney High Street is officially ours.”

She looked around at the other four women — all of them glowing, slightly sore, and completely unapologetic.

“To the naughtiest estate agency in London,” Chloe said, raising her coffee cup.

The others lifted theirs in return.

“To the Putney High Street MILFs,” they chorused.

“And to whatever trouble we cause next,” Tasha added with a wicked smile.

Outside, another red bus rumbled past on the High Street. Inside the office, five very satisfied, very dangerous women were already planning their next adventure.