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A Night Not To Remember (Part3)

“Hi Jessica” said Sandra, as I swung past reception of the Cleopatra Club. “Good to see you, and glad you could make it, it’s so busy tonight…phew, none stop, could do with a few more girls”

“Not to worry Sandra, that’s why I’m here, to help with the overload” I replied, as I sauntered past her, and into the girls dressing and preparation area.

Now these up market brothels…or gentleman’s clubs, as we prefer to call them, are like backstage of a reparatory theatre, prior to a big onstage production. I’m sure most men would think they had died and gone to heaven, if they were permitted to go in there, which of course they are not. I guess a few women as well. It can be what looks like total chaos, with, half naked and naked females dashing to seek and find the right attire to wear for the evening, and of course for the clients benefit, there was no shortage of dresses hanging from racks, skirts, bra’s, corsets, flimsy coverings, anything that a woman could think of wearing to attract the attention of a male, and to get his hormones percolating and wanting sex more than anything else, get that penis of his all hard, and sticking upward and he’d do almost anything for you.

The chatter of the girls, some just in for a change after servicing a horny client, others like myself, getting ready to make my way out into the melee of men wanting a women for a few moments of sexual pleasure, her academic pedigree did not matter, good tits and nice firm ass, things that they could get their teeth and hands on, counted most…for stimulating conversation they could go elsewhere. One of the few males allowed back stage was Gerry Kowski, the boss, and as usual in a panic…too many clients, not enough girls…well not tonight.

“Oh thank god…thank god you’re here Jessica” he said, seeing me tearing my street clothes off, and searching for something more revealing to wear. Seeing me half naked did not faze him, or I, he sees it every night, we all just accept him as part of the furniture, as he flits among us, spurring us all on.

“Fast as you can girls…fast as you can” his cry for action.

“God I’m fucking them as fast as I can” says the girl next to me, looking for another change.

“Well you know what he’s like, a bit of a panic merchant on nights like this” another to my right.

I had no idea who most of these girls were, some knew me, but as far as I know I’d never been here before. I dropped my bra and knickers, plucking up a red and black bra with matching G-string. Suspender belt and black stockings, always popular with the guys, for a moment my naked body joined other naked bodies as we all hurried to dress for the occasion. Fastening the last suspender, I slipped on the G-string, then a black see through negligee over my head, knowing the effect it would have on the guys out there, once dressed I sat along side the girls at one of the many dressing room mirrors, I applied some fresh make up, and a spray of scent.

“What you doing Jessica…you got anyone special to see?” It was the voice of Gerry, pushing through the crush of girls.

“Almost done Gerry…and no I haven’t got anyone special to see…why?”

“There’s a client asking for you out front…better go see him”

I couldn’t think of anyone wanting to see me, not here that is. Taking a quick last look in the mirror, then satisfied, I made for the lobby.

The girls were right, the place was humming, there was no doubt we were outnumbered tonight, but with some hard work, I felt confidant we would work through them.

I searched the many male faces to see if there was anyone I recognized, there were plenty of offers from prospective clients, desperate clients, trying to latch on to one of the girls. I smiled; made my apologies, told them I was already booked, and pushed on through the crowd.

“Arr, there you are, I wondered if you would be here?” I turned toward the voice; it was Harold Penthorpe…Harry to his friends.

“Oh Harry…they just said I client out front, I did wonder?”

He placed a protective…or was it a possessive arm around my waist; he obviously didn’t want to loose me to any of the other men.

“Let’s grab a drink, I have a table over there” Indicating one of the booths.

I slid into a seat, and joined the guy who was already sitting there.

“Er, this is Justin, a friend of mine…um…I was thinking, er perhaps you could or would like to maybe handle both of us?” He asked, and then added, “If that’s alright with you that is?”

I smiled, shook Justin’s hand, and said it would not be a problem.

“We’d better book a room now” I suggested.

“Oh right, yes…I suppose we should”

I signaled Sandra, who was circulating, not to solicit clients, but to take orders, and in general oversee the smooth running of the operations, and my, she would be kept busy tonight. Without her chaos would rule.

“I’ll give you a call when room seventeen is ready” she said, then vanished into the crowd.

“I hardy dare hope you would be here tonight Jessica…sorry. I didn’t realize Geoff was your ex-husband, I take it Jessica is your…er…um professional name, eh?”

“Yes, something like that” my reply.

“Harry has been telling me so much about you Jessica, I can see why, hasn’t shut up about you for the past few days”

“Well isn’t that sweet of him” I smiled “All good I trust”

“Oh most definitely. I think he would have been most disappointed if you hadn’t been here tonight”

“That cop boyfriend of yours isn’t going to walk in on us, is he?” Harry

“No, no cops tonight Harry…don’t worry” my response.

I doubted whether Jason would recognize me again, if we ever met, I noticed his eyes never seem to waver from my legs, or my breasts.

“The rooms cleaned and ready Jessica” said Sandra, handing me the magnetic swipe card.

“Oh… yes…yes, let’s go” said Harry and a beaming Jason.

“Harry…. Harry” came a shout from our left. “You lucky son of a gun” the voice looking at me, but addressing Harry.

“How do you do it…I’ve been trying all night to get me a woman? And look at you, you got one already”

“Oh, Grant, this is Jessica…er…a friend of mine, she just happened to be on tonight, and I guess I got lucky”

“Well, doesn’t seem that I’m gona get lucky” said Grant, looking around the room forlornly. There were more men than available women. “Might as well go home and just pull my plonka…. Again”

Harry turned toward me, an eyebrow raised. I knew what he wanted to ask; he didn’t have to say it.

I gave a sigh. “Oh alright, can’t have the clients going home empty handed, can we, mind it’s still the same price, and you only get the room for one hour…OK?”

Three nodding, smiling faces told me I had the green light.

Each room was decorated different, different colours, different drapes and furnishings. They’d done this room in black and cream, with matching trim; dim lit lights gave a soothing ambience to the room. The cleaners had swept through only moments before, each room cleaned, sheets changed where needed after use. Two stainless steel rubbish bins, with plastic liners, stood either side of the bed. Used condoms were deposited in the containers, and the cleaners would remove them when cleaning the room. Having just been sprayed, there was a potpourri fragrance filling the air.

The guys seemed perfectly relaxed as two sat on the bed, removing shirt and vests first, Harry deposited himself on the chair, removing shoes first, and working upward. Removing my clothes, well I couldn’t say clothes really. Removing my items of clothing, was easier, I slipped out of the negligee, leaving me standing in bra, panties and suspender belt…oh and of course, black stockings.

“You prefer I leave these on?” I asked

Eyes turned toward Harry, leaving the decision to him.

“Yeah…yeah, we’ll take them off for you honey” his reply, smiles of approval from the other two.

It was obvious I was going to be screwed by three fit men, none were obese, muscle and skin tone were just perfect, and their appendage seemed pretty good also. You would think they had been picked to make a porn movie.

All three men were now naked, and showing signs of expanding cocks. The two on the bed indicated I take up a position between them. No sooner was I laying on my back, flanked by them, than eager hot hands were roaming rampant over my body, each pressing and rubbing their now hard man hoods against my hips, a hand on each of my bra covered tits, squeezing. A flimsy g-string was for decoration, or modesty. It was never intended to keep out invading hands, and delving fingers. I was not in control of the situation; eager fingers were pushing inside me, as a hand reached behind my back, unclasping my bra, warm mouths began to suckle at my breasts, biting and teasing the nipples, nipples that had become hard. Another movement at the bottom of the bed, two heads block my view, as they gobble and suck contentedly. Fingers delicately take hold of the g-string and begin to pull it down, past my thighs and knees, then its gone. A strong grip on my ankles, spreads my legs apart, and still the mouths and tongues suck and lick my breasts and nipples…oh god, this is so euphoric, then to heighten the feeling, a warm mouth and tongue start on my pussy.

The two who were suckling my breast, now kneel either side, taking their erections in my hands, I start to work the hard shafts, then turn my head, first to the right and begin to suck upon it, and then to the left, and suck upon that one. There then comes what is best described as “musical chairs” as they take it in turns to alternate positions. When Harry did eventually insert his manhood, it took me by surprise. His hands held my legs open, pushing them as far apart as possible

I gave a gasp “Ohhhhh…. my god” As I felt its fullness slip inside me, followed by a steady thrusting motion, Huh…huh…huh…” fuck, fuck, fuck, a quick downward glance, and I could see his condom covered cock working its magic, fucking my cunt.

Pleasure was coming to me from all directions, my breasts, fondled, squeezed and tweaked, my hands either working the stiff hard bones or sucking them. It was a total kaleidoscope of pleasure and activity, and of course Harry still humping and fucking.

One by one, turn by turn, they took their pleasure from my body. I was now face down, my ass slightly tilted upward, Jason, one hand on my hip, his other, casually on his own hip, was riding me in a nonchalant manner. The gentle slap, slap, slap, of his body coming into contact with mine. Harry and Grant now slumped and sprawled in chairs, sipping glasses of complimentary bubbly. As Jason drew nearer to exploding, he abandoned the nonchalant pose; his body covered mine, his hands reaching under for my breasts, his breathing, quicker, more urgent, his ass pumping faster until…

“Argggggg….” He could hold back no longer, the groan said it all, the condom was being filled, filled with his warm cum. I’d been fucked, and fucked well.

The clock told us that time was almost up, as they slipped back into their clothing, fussing with trousers and tucking in shirts, finally running combs through their hair. My redressing took far less time, and I watched, with Champagne filled glass in hand.

“Well gentlemen, I trust you enjoyed yourselves?” I asked.

All were in agreement, that they had indeed had a good and most enjoyable time.

“Of course we knew you would be, Harry has spoken most highly of you”

“Is that right?” Giving Harry a quizzical smile.

After we’d vacated the room, it would be swept clean again, the used condoms collected and disposed of, along with any other signs of sexual activity, the room finally sprayed, and then ready for the next users.

I thanked my guests for coming, they gave me a final peck on the cheek, and thanked me in return, and dispersed into the crowded room. My time and that of the other girls wasn’t over, not by a long chalk. I’d no sooner said goodbye to Harry and friends, than an arm snaked around my waist.

“Hey gorgeous…I take it you are available?”

“Yes, yes I am…should we find a table and book a room?” I replied

“I’ve got two other friends with me, is that ok”

“Of course it is” I replied. It looked like it was going to be one of those nights.

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I turned on my side, pulled the blankets back over my head, I wanted to sleep, needed to sleep…oh god what a night.

The realization that it had occurred again came to me at around five am. I had just sat behind the wheel of the car, when like a lightning flash I knew it had happened.

The BBQ earlier that night had gone well. I’d met Greg at Geoff’s house, Greg always traveled in his own car, as sometimes he had to take off in a hurry…duty calling.

I was in a good mood, Geoff’s latest girlfriend was also there, and of course Simon, our bitza dog, was pleased to see me, wagging tale and barking with excitement. When Greg arrived it was more wagging tale and barking, I think somehow he is a mans dog, he took to Greg, like he took to Geoff…loved being made a fuss of, and chasing balls that Greg threw for him, he also loves BBQ’s, the odd piece of meat thrown in his direction, quickly disappearing. The wine was good, as was the BBQ; Geoff has always been rather good, when demonstrating his cooking skills.

Well fed, and nicely wined up, it was time to sit and face the music, a time I had dreaded.

The afternoon was warm and the balmy breeze felt good, as it wafted through the treetops, rustling the leaves. There was an air of anticipation, as they waited for me to relate my story…or was it confession. Sandra and Geoff already knew about it, I’d kept Greg in the dark…him being a cop; I was rather reluctant to tell him I was a hooker. I had no idea how he would react to the news. If he were to get up and walk away, I certainly wouldn’t blame him.

I related what had happened to me, to date, the whole works, nothing left out, told him I had no recollection of going to the places I was going to, until after the event, one minute I was in one place, then the next I would be in bed having sex with a guy.

There was a silence as his mind took onboard, digested and interpreted what I had just told him. The silence seemed to be lasting forever. “Yeah…sounds screwy and farfetched don’t it?” I eventually said, wanting that long silence to end.

“Mmm, not as far fetched as you may think” his eventual reply.

“Why do you say that?” from Geoff.

“Well, we have already had three cases reported to us, exactly the same as you have just related Rebecca”

We all sat up, leaned forward “You have” came the chorus.

“Yes, the first about three months ago, we thought nothing of it, just another hooker trying to make out it was not here fault, she was married and has two kids, thought it was her way to make excuses to her husband. We took more notice when number two showed up, same story, and no connection to the first. Then it was number three, again same story and we cannot prove any connection to the other two, and now you Rebecca, you’re number four.”

“Well surely you guys have been able to find out who’s behind it, and how he does it?” said Geoff.

“Hm, not really, he’s been pretty good at hiding himself, what we suspect is he uses his cell phone, and activates you all with a code word…via hypnoses. You having any hypnotherapy Rebecca?”

“No…none at all, I’m not having any therapy, but will be if he keeps this up”

“What about the others, the first girl, has she been able to shed any light so far?” My question.

“No, none at all, and besides she’s given up on it, her and hubby now separated, and she has taken up a position as hooker full time…she’s just given up and surrendered to it…said she’s lost everything anyhow”

“So, where to from here detective?” asked Sharon.

“Well I’ve got to be honest, it hasn’t really registered high on our list of priorities, we haven’t taken these claims too seriously…perhaps we should?”

“There must have been a time when you came into contact with this guy…think! Where have you been, or what have you done with regard, hypnotism?”

Try as I might, I could come up with nothing.

“Well we’ll just have to keep an eye on you, and see if we can trace back via his cell phone…if we can find the trigger word, we may be able to get another hypnotist, de-bug you”

Somehow I wasn’t too encouraged by what Greg had to tell me, right then. Obviously the cops had other and more important things to go after, than the rantings of a few hookers.

“I’ll come and stay with you tonight sweetheart, see if there’s any calls, if there is let’s see where they lead us to?”

At least I was relieved that Greg was going to stop over tonight, but what about the times he wasn’t, we couldn’t cover those times.

“What about all this money you’ve been earning?” Sandra asked.

“I’ve stashed it in a brief case, I really don’t want to start spending it” my reply.

“Just how much is there in this, briefcase?” Geoff asked.

When I told them, there were whistles of disbelief.

“Good gosh, how much?” Sandra asked, wanting to know she had heard it right.

“Jeeze” was all she could say, falling into, silence, and contemplating, what I’d just told her. I wondered if she was thinking of changing professions, she certainly had all the right assets, to make a good hooker.

“You thinking of having a career change, Sandra?” I asked.

“Oh god…no…no” she replied, blushing, but I do think I had caught her out, but then thinking about it, and actually doing it are two different things.

The rest of the afternoon and early evening went well, more wine, stake, and green salad. Simon the pooch, stretched out with a full belly, and one eye on the company. Also I was looking forward to spending time with Greg, so far he hadn’t said, or given me the impression that he had lost interest in me…but then his phone rang.

“Yeh…when…where was this…oh shit…OK I’ll be there in five”

He looked at me very apologetically. “Sorry honey, go to go, this looks serious, been a shooting, two dead”

Well that was the nature of his work. “I’ll be fine…don’t worry…I know you have to go…see you when I can”

There was a brief exchange of kisses, and then he was gone.

“Stay here, stay with us tonight” said my former husband, but I could see Sandra wasn’t too keen on that idea, even though she said she was.

“No…no, I’ll be fine, I’ll turn my phone off and go to bed”

The thing was, I forgot to turn my phone off, the message came, with the trigger word and then next thing; I was at the brothel, literally working my butt off.

Over the next few days nothing happened. Greg and supporting members of his staff, had staked out, and watched over me, but it was just day-to-day routine. I went to work I met my clients. Real Estate clients that is, and then went home. Phone calls came, and every time, I thought this is it, but no. Naturally surveillance could not be twenty-four seven, and you’ve guessed it, the moment my minders left me, my cell phone rings.

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She had soft hands, and a nice gentle touch, as her fingers danced over my firm taut body, her lips were full, and her eyes sparkled. Those full lips pressed gently against mine, the tip of her tongue, just working along the edges. Her hand worked its way slowly down my body, across my stomach, continuing between my thighs. My body stiffened a little, I felt an excited charge inside me, as her fingers parted my slit, and then slid inside my wet pussy. “Oh god…oh my god” I moaned and shuddered.

The mouth and lips that had been placid now became full of passion, as she began to kiss me earnestly and lustfully, her fingers working deep inside my warm, wet pussy.

“Hmmm…you like that my dear…don’t you?” her voice husky and sexy. When she smiled her eyes lit up, they were full of mischief.

“Oh yes…yes” I purred in return. Her finger working a little deeper.

My breast firmed, and nipple hardened, as her hand cupped and massaged it, and her mouth began to suckle, and her teeth gently biting.

She worked her way downward, warm tongue flicking and licking my warm bare skin as it went. Slowly down, ever downward. I knew where she was heading, and what she was intending to do. “Oh no…no” I gasped, but already my legs were parted, inviting her in. I felt her hot breath gently waft against my pussy, before she buried her face between my thighs and her mouth began to feed upon my now warm, wet, succulent cunt.

This time I cried out “Oh—my—god” and my hips swiveled upward, pushing my pussy against her warm mouth. Her fingers parted my pussy lips, and as her mouth and tongue kissed and licked, she inserted a finger as well, working me into a frenzy.

My fingers clenched and unclenched as I clawed at the bed covers, finding it hard to draw breath, my heart pounding.

To say I was worked up would be an understatement. I now needed to return the favour, as I now lay on top of her, my own mouth, suckling her breasts, and hearing her moans and sighs…moving on down her body, just as she had with me, her legs apart and ready for me, my mouth upon her warm, wet cunt. She tasted oh so sweet, like honey from a honey pot…but a much better container.

“My bag…my bag” she gasped “get my bag”

I made it to her bag, and then handed it to her. To my surprise she took out a large, life like, vibrating dildo.

“Turn it on…turn it on” her husky voice filled with excitement. I heard the slight buzzing sound, and a tingle in my hand.

“Quick…quick” she cried, throwing her legs apart.

I ran it against her thighs, teasing her, then along her pussy lips, watching the expression on her face…sheer joy…sheer pleasure… and finally, I inserted it, she felt the buzz and rhythm of the dildo inside her and she reached new heights in ecstasy as I worked the dildo.

For a woman in her late forties or early fifties, she was extremely attractive, with a figure of a woman some ten or fifteen years younger.

Her head was on the pillow, eyes closed. She purred, moaned and sighed. “Ohhh…ohhhh…ahhhh” as I moved the dildo in and out, and the slurping sounds it made, from the juices her pussy was producing. There was a sudden shout, a cry, her body stiffened, hips raised upward, her hand upon my hand, as she pushed the dildo as far as it could go inside her. “Ah, ah, ah…. ohhhhhh” her body now relaxing, as the orgasm swept through her, and finally ebbed away.

I made no effort to get from the bed, as I watched her dress. I kept saying to myself I only hope I look as good as her, when I reach the same age. Finally fully clothed, she looked at me and said “Thank you my dear, I’ve had a most delightful afternoon…I’d love to stay and have more fun, but I have a husband who will be home soon, and he thinks I have a lover… a male lover that is” She gave me a warm smile. “I’ll leave your fee here” placing the sealed envelope on the coffee table.

Well it seemed Mr Brad Stonehouse, or whoever he was, had succeeded again. So what was that, forty, love, to him.

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“Yeah, well I didn’t think I was Bi-sexual either Geoff, but I’m telling you that’s what happened, this bastard seems to be getting away with it every time.

I’d called in to Geoff’s office to report the latest incident. There seemed little point in not telling him it was a woman I’d had sex with.

“We need to meet up with Greg again, let him know the latest development, I mean he was supposed to be keeping an eye on you, wasn’t he?”

“Yes, but in all fairness, they can’t be there 24/7, can they?”

Once more a surveillance team was set up, but I had little confidence that it would achieve anything. I returned to my everyday duties, and again, the phone calls stopped. Then.

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“God this is a waste of time Benny” said sergeant Harry Duxford “We’ve been doing this shit for three days, and nothing, I mean she’s just a whore for god’s sake”

“Yeah, maybe, but it’s the bosses whore don’t forget, and there is a crime behind all this as well”

“Oh yeah, that’s what she’s saying, you know what, I think it’s just a cover up, she’s got the boss hoodwinked”

“Well there are three others with similar complaints Harry”

“Nah, don’t believe it, their all on the game, trying to say they know nothing about it…pah, it’s a bit like virgin births…you kidding me”

“Here, here she comes now, let’s see what happens this time, keep your eye on her”

The two detectives watched Rebecca, as she left the office, she was smartly dressed.

She wore a dark blue skirt, just above the knees, blue blouse, and waist-hugging jacket.

“Shit I’d fuck her myself” said Harry “She could give me a blow job any day” he continued.

“Let’s just concentrate on the job in hand pal, Greg ain’t gona be too pleased if we fuck this one up”

They watched as Rebecca stopped, fished her cell phone out of her purse, and held it to her ear.

She seamed to stiffen, listened without talking, then slowly and deliberately put the cell phone away, but some how it didn’t seem natural, more animated.

“I think this is it old buddy…I just have a feeling about it, where’s her car parked, we’ll follow her car”

Rebecca’s car was not too far from her place of business, the two detectives slowly trailing her.

As Rebecca, pulled away, they tucked in behind her, keeping a safe distance, as she led them across town.

“I wonder where she’s going Benny…bet she’s got a hot date, how much would a hooker like that make?”

“She’s not a hooker Harry”

“Hu, could have fooled me…. she fucks doesn’t she…gets paid for it…well that’s being a hooker in my books”

Just then a large truck cut across their path.

“Hey, look out you fuck’n moron” Yelled Harry.

“Get round him… get round him” Benny was shouting. “We’re gona loose her for Christs sake”

”I can’t he’s stopped right in front of us” Harry’s reply.

By the time the melee was sorted out, Rebecca had vanished.

“Shit…shit…shit” Harry screamed, thumping the steering wheel, with the palm of his hands. “We’ve lost her”

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The hum of the air-conditioning was all that broke the quietness of the building, as I walked down the soft, carpeted corridor. I was looking for room 18. The building itself was very impressive, with a massive, cavernous and imposing entrance. A guard sat at the bank of monitors, watching those who came and went.

“I’m Jessica Ryan, here to see Mr Wentworth” I announced

He checked his appointment book. “Are yes, here we are. Jessica Ryan, just through there, and take the lift to the top floor, room 18…I’ll phone ahead and let him know you’re on your way”

I watched the elevator lights flick out the numbers as we rose up, floor after floor, and now here I was about ready to enter room 18.

No sooner had I knocked, than the door was opened.

“Arr, Jessica, good to see you, my you are stunning, just as Gerry said, said you wouldn’t mind doing multiples…come on in…I’m Scott by the way” he said, standing aside, to allow me entry.

Scott was dressed in a robe only; it was obvious he was quite naked under it, as were the other six guys, who occupied the room with him.

“Let me introduce you to the others Jessica” He went round the semicircle of guys, introducing them one after another, I really didn’t take any notice, as it was unlikely I would remember any of them anyhow. Each, grinned, smiled, nodded or acknowledged me with a wave of the hand. There were a couple of Asian’s, a black guy, and Indian and the others including the guy Scott, were white, of European background.

The room itself looked like a boardroom, maybe it had at one time. Now it had been transformed into a room of pleasure, sexual pleasure. Bondage obviously played a part in it. Chains and hand restraints were attached to walls and what looked like a bed, or small bunk. I guess the idea was to restrain the person, male or female, keeping legs apart and hands cuffed to the bedposts, whips and other evil looking tools adorned the walls.

“Oh don’t worry about those Jessica, we won’t be using any of the stuff on you…not unless you want to, of course”

I declined the offer.

“This is our little club house, we meet here from time to time, to indulge in the pleasures of the flesh, and as we all own this building, we have set it aside for those pleasures…tonight we are indulging our pleasures on you”

He turned to what looked like a horse vault, perhaps a little wider and not as tall, around the height of a man’s waist, topped in leather padding. At the foot of it were two poles, rising from ground level, about three or four feet apart.

“Tonight, we’ll be using this my dear”

Oh yeah, well it didn’t have any chains, or spikes attached to it, it looked pretty harmless.

“OK…let’s get the show on the road, lady and gentlemen” at the same time shrugging out of his robe. This was a signal for the others to do the same, and suddenly, seven very naked men surrounded me. It was quite obvious, some were more aroused than others, cocks in various stages of erection, I felt sure, it would only be a matter of time, before all seven, would be standing very proud, and very, very stiff and of course, very, very hard.

“Now my dear, it is your turn, perhaps you’d oblige us by getting naked.”

I quickly shed my garments, sharing my naked body with the seven men surrounding me. It was a natural reaction to scan the men’s penises, I tried not to linger too long on any particular one, but all seemed well endowed. God seven at one time, this was going to be a first for me. Knowing smiles and comments, told me they all approved of what they were looking at.

“Now my dear, over here” Scott took my hand, and led me to the padded contraption. Even though it did not seem to pose any threat, I was still apprehensive about all this.

He placed me between the two poles, facing outward.

“Now just place that lovely butt of yours on the block”

He called it a block, god is that what it was, they were putting me on the block.

I eased myself up, and felt the cold leather against my ass.

“Now…just lay back my dear” said Scott, gently putting me on my back.

I stared up at the ceiling, and the surrounding guys, wondering what was in store for me.

Scott took my left leg, and wrapped around the pole, then my right leg, again wrapping it around the pole. I could see now why, it meant I was no longer in a position to close my legs. I felt my legs being spread even further, the poles were adjustable, and Scott was winding them outward.

“You OK with that honey?” he asked

I nodded yes, that I was, so he continued even further.

“No…no more…please” I gasped.

“One more turn perhaps”

“Oh god” I was stretched about as far as I could go.

Now the men gathered around, wanting to view what I had.

“Oh god…look at that cunt…just look at it”

“I am…I am” from another.

“I can’t wait to fuck it Tony…I’ll have my cock right in her Bud”

Scott looked down at me saying “You’re gona know you’ve been well and truly fucked today honey” smiling and winking.

They all now took up positions around the block, surrounding me. It was like a forest of hard cocks, hard and firm, pointing to the sky.

A guy took my hand, placing it on his shaft, as did another, with my other hand, working both shafts simultaneously. Then I felt the hard bulbous head of Scott’s cock, pressed into my pussy, only the head, and the first two inches. He kept stabbing and poking, but never fully inserting it. He played and teased me, rubbing the head, up and down the slit, around my thighs and slapping it against my stomach, then back to my pussy, this time he pushed it in a little further, half way, the next stroke further again and then the final full thrust, his balls squashed against my butt, my pussy now full of hard cock.

“Ohhhh…how does that feel honey, you like that?”

“Oh god yes, yes, yes” I screamed.

Hands were aplenty, as they groped and squeezed at my breasts, some feeding on my hard nipples. I twisted my head to the right, opened my mouth and felt the hard warm fresh, being inserted into it. I did the same for the guy on the left hand side, alternating from one to the other, and all the time Scott was humping, and humping. The air was electric, each wanting to get at me, each having to wait their turn.

It was a cacophony of excited male voices, laughter, coarse language and lewd comments. Hands continued to grab and fondle my body, either squeezing, or sucking my tits. All the time Scott continued to fuck me. “Uh…uh….uh”

“How do you like that sweetheart ya still enjoying it?”

Trying to say yes, with a mouth full of cock was proving most difficult.

“Oh yes…yes…don’t stop” I replied, having removed the guys cock first.

He merely laughed. “Oh don’t worry babe, there’s plenty more to come yet” continuing to thrust.

“I’m gona cum babe, but I’m gona cum over you, not in you” his hips, swaying faster. Fuck, fuck, fuck, then he withdrew, took hold of his cock, jerked it, until a stream of warm, white fluid erupted from the little eye and landed just above my pussy. Still using his cock, he rubbed his cum with it, spreading it over my stomach and pussy, then before it had lost all its hardness, pushed back inside me, for a few more strokes.

It took just a moment, then another guy, the black guy, took up the vacated position, and another cock was inside me, starting all over again. They held my head up, so I could better see the black cock that was thrusting inside me. He teased me with it, just as Scott had teased me with his, letting me see the great bulbous head, then putting the head and the first two inches in, then bringing it out, and thrusting in again, each thrust a little deeper, until it was eventually buried deep inside my cunt. Cocks that I had been sucking were starting to get ready to explode, as were some of the others, my naked body their target. Two guys ejaculated on my face, then my breasts felt warm cum squirting on them. Hands started to spread it around, rub it in like it was a suntan lotion. My whole body was soon a mass of sticky goo, as was my pussy, they’d made sure to rub it in down there as well. By now I’d lost count on how many guys had actually fucked me, it seemed they all had, perhaps after entertaining them for two and a half hours they’d all had a turn, my cunt felt like they had.

Scott unwound the tension, holding my legs apart, and then help unravel them from the two poles. My limbs ached and body was bruised, it had been an intense and grueling two and a half hours. I had to work the circulation back into my legs.

My face and body were covered in a sticky mass, which stank of male cum.

“You OK honey?” Scott asked, his arm around my waist, giving me support.

“Yes…yes I will be, over two hours with my legs spread wide and around those poles, is hard going”

“There are showers, but you’ll have to share with the men, if that’s ok?”

I assured him that it was, I had nothing to hide from them now, and I’d gone past modesty. The banter in the showers was good, the guys cracking jokes, and not at my expense. They all thanked me, and I was assured they would use my services again.

***** ***** *****

“We lost her boss” Said Harry, into his phone.

“What do you mean, you lost her, how could you loose her?”

Harry explained what had happened, how the truck had shot out in front of them, blocking the way, and how by the time they cleared it, Rebecca was gone.

“God, what a pair of imbeciles, jeeze I don’t believe it”

“We’ve circled around for the last two hours, sorry no sign of her, or her car”

“Ok, call it a day, get back here” Greg’s reply, and hung up.

“The bitch of a whore is probably lying on her back somewhere, getting fucked…and getting good money for it” Said Harry.

“Aw come on Harry, it’s not her fault, we’ve got a guy out there committing a crime, these women are under his influence”

“Na, I think he’s their pimp, I can’t believe the boss is going for all this crap, she’s a whore, you mark my words”

******* ***** *****

I’d parked my car in the multi-storied car park; I was almost back to it when the light went on in my head. “Fuck, fuck, fuck” I said to myself, a little too loudly, as it drew the attention of a couple of guys, passing me in the opposite direction.

God it had happened again, was there never going to be an end to all this…then the phone rang. I looked at it…wondering if I should take the call or not. I tentatively opened it…the slowly put it to my ear.

“Jessica…how are you my darling?”

Brad Stonehouse, or whoever he was.

“Listen, you little shit, I’m getting real pissed off with you…just who are you…have we met before?”

There was a long pause. “Hello” I said again, thinking he’d hung up.

“Yes, we’ve met before Jessica, but only briefly, unless of course you count the time we spent that wonderful night together, now that was something, was it not, I’ve got to tell you, you are one hot little whore, neither wonder you’re so popular”

“Where did we meet?” I asked

“No more twenty question my dear, just wanted to ask you if you enjoyed this afternoons session, I’ve got more for you? You do enjoy it don’t you?”

“No I don’t, I just want to be left alone…please” I begged.

“Oh come on Jessica, tell me, you do enjoy it, even just a little bit don’t you, you can tell me”

“I say again…just leave me alone”

“You can end all this you know?”

“How?”

“Do it full time, give up Real Estate….a full time escort…you keep telling me you don’t enjoy it…but you and I know different don’t we?”

I held the phone and myself tightly, frustration showing on my face, and stature.

“Look I don’t know where you get these ridiculous idea’s from. You are obviously demented, and in need of a little help, I know the name of a good psychiatrist, who can help you through all this”

It didn’t faze him, he just laughed. “A shrink, you think I need a shrink eh?” another laugh. “Listen little lady, I know all about shrinks…and I know all about you, and all the others I have helped to transform into, what their true potential is. What their true desires are…I’ve done it for years, twenty so far, all have eventually converted, all from different backgrounds…no failures so far…you’ll transform in the end you’ll see, and the sooner you realize it, the sooner we can all move on…been nice talking to you again Jessica, think, and think hard on our little discussion me love…. b—y—e “

I just had a buzzing in my ear. He’d hung up.

“Shit…shit…shit” I had to find this guy, and find him quick…Greg had said that there was hypnotism involved, a trigger word that set me off. Something in the back of my mind was, niggling me, now if I could only remember.

……To be continued