Warning: This story has explicit sex content. The story theme may offend some people. Discretion is required.

I must apologies to some of my readers. I have not been at my desk writing as I should have been. It has been a long hot summer in NZ this year and temperatures are still in the mid to late twenties for March…with little or no rain since December. So we have been out on the water most of the time taking full advantage of it. SAILING.

I will return to my writings again when the weather changes and it will change…unfortunately. In the mean time I have posted this shortish story that has been in my archives for some time and just needed finishing. I hope this will appease some of my readers in the mean time.

Take care all

Love Lisa

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I took another sip of wine and gazed at Sandra over the rim. I was contemplating whether I should continue on and divulge the whole story to her or not.

“Oh come on honey…this is me Sandra…you’re best friend. Kinder garden, school years, teenage years…university, through thick and thin, we’ve confessed everything about everything to each other…is this thing really that bad that you can’t tell me”

Everything she just said is true…we have confessed everything to each other, our deepest darkest secrets…we never held back…Sandra was the sister I never had, but always wanted.

I took another sip of wine, before carefully placing the glass on the table. I’d started telling her my story and now she was keen to hear the end of it. After all spending a night out and coming home with $2000 in my purse, it had to come from somewhere and there must be a good yarn to go with it.

“Oh shit Sandra I’ve done a stupid thing…a very stupid thing. You have to promise me you won’t tell a soul…no one…I trust you and depend on our long, long friendship…. you do promise don’t you?”

She was nodding her head furiously. “Of course…of course, it goes without saying, you know you can trust me Rebecca” she said excitedly, waiting for me to continue.

“Well I’ve been acting on behalf of a girl…. Norma Stanford, but she goes under the name Laura Tinsley, she’s…she’s an actress, model and a part time hooker…very attractive and would fit any of the above quite well…in fact very well. Guys just can’t help staring at her…especially her hind end”

“I don’t know if you know this Rebecca but you draw quite a bit of attention yourself my dear” Sandra said interrupting me.

I blushed a little “Well I don’t know about that…any way she’s been buying into some property and approached me to act for her on the legal side…look through the contracts and advise her before signing. I’d spent the afternoon going through her latest possible purchase, weeding out the snares and pitfalls. When I was satisfied I’d done the best I could for her, I rang her and asked if we could meet up and put pen to paper on the proposals. She said yes and would I meet her at the Royal Excelsior…room 318. The Royal Excelsior is a mid to upper range hotel. Offering most of what the top four and five star offer but at a better price. I never even questioned why a hotel room.

I finished most of my other files and decided I’d call in on the way home…husband Ron was away for a couple of nights fulfilling an out of town contract. I had nothing to dash home for, perhaps I’d just grab a Chinese or Indian take away later…I hate just cooking for one.

I noticed the hotel car park was almost full…in fact it was very full and it was just fortuitous that I saw a car pulling out ahead of me and ducked in behind him before he could change his mind.

Having come straight from the office I was still dressed for business. Black skirt, white button up blouse, waist hugging jacket, dark stockings and black shoes. I grabbed my briefcase containing the contracts and headed for the door.

I could see why the place was humming. One of those male bonding get together’s…you know “The Grand Order of Buffalo” or something similar, they all get to wear funny dress and medallions and let loose on the local community. When they are away from home it’s a question of out of sight, out of mind…but then I guess boys will always be boys or in this case men being men. I’d timed it all wrong, the convention was breaking up for the day…remits had been submitted passed or rejected and now it was time for the serious bit of drinking and frivolity. After all this is what it was all about.

The noise of merriment resounded through the lobby and adjoining bar and conference areas. I felt rather than saw the eyes watching my hips and ass sway as I walked toward the elevator doors.

I was crushed like a sardine in the small confines of the lift with all these men, men hungry and ready for action. The invites were coming thick and fast. “Wanna join us sweetheart…we know how to give a girl a good time” I had no idea who was squeezing my buttock…but I knew there was little I could do to stop him whoever he was.

The doors opened, disgorging some of the passengers, myself among them. I didn’t look around to try and see who Mr. Hands on was. Just chalk it up to experience. It wasn’t the first time my butt had been fondled and squeezed and I doubt it would be the last.

“I take it you’re not going to join us” was the last thing I heard before the doors slid shut.

I found room 318 and knocked.

Norma looked a million dollars this evening. I guess she had a date and was awaiting his arrival.

“Oh…Rebecca” she said looking at her watch “I thought you would have been here earlier”

“Well I thought I’d finish off my work load then come by and see you…with Ron being away for the next couple of days there was no need to dash home”

She stood aside allowing me to enter.

“Take a seat…would you like a wine…I’m just about to have one”

“That would be great…it’s been one of those days….a wine sounds good to me right now”

The wine did taste good…I’d quickly drank the first glass, when Norma filled a second one.

I was starting to feel relaxed, kicked off my shoes, undid the button on my jacket and stretched my legs out…rather unlady and unbusiness like but so relaxed.

I went through the contracts with her, explaining each item. When she seemed happy with what I’d done for her she signed the two copies and handed them back to me.

All the time she kept looking at her watch and at the door as if she was expecting some one.

“Is there something wrong…you seem on edge?”

She assured me nothing was wrong and poured me another wine.

I should have refused…I had the car outside and I didn’t want to get pulled over and breathalysed…in my line of work that would never do, but it tasted so good and I was so relaxed…this would have to be the last one.

The continued looking at her watch and door got me in the end.

“Look Norma there has to be something that has you on edge what is it?”

She looked at me for a while in silence, contemplating as whether to tell me or not.

“Well!” I prompted

“Another girl was supposed to join me tonight and she hasn’t arrived yet…she should have been here by now”

“And that is bad…why?” I asked

“Because very soon a whole heap of guys are going to be knocking on that door and expecting to find two women for the night and are in fact only going to find one”

Suddenly it was ding-dong time as the alarm bells started to ring and the penny dropped.

“Oh god you mean that…you mean….”

“Yes I’m working for the agency tonight…we were booked a fortnight ago, two women for the night they said and now only one…me”

“Oh shit you do seem to have a problem”. I knew she worked for an escort agency as well as her acting and modeling. It kinda helped her out during the bad times.

I didn’t like the way she was looking at me and I knew what was coming.

“You wouldn’t like to help me out here Rebecca and earn yourself a little extra at the same time”

I held my hands up as if defending myself from attack.

“Whowa, whowa…just back up here Norma…no that is not me my dear…I’m not a hooker…I really don’t think I’d be too good at it…really”

She was desperate…she needed another female to help her out and I was the only one handy.

“You’d make a great hooker…sorry I don’t mean that in a derogatory way…I mean you have a great body…you have all the major assets and besides I really do need someone’s help, I don’t think Joanne is coming” she said pleadingly

“No…sorry love…not my line of work…I’ve got to get going” I said, rising from the chair.

“You fuck don’t you…you and your husband still fuck?”

“As it happens we do but that is none of your business” I replied.

“Well that’s all you have to do here…tonight…just let the guys fuck you…they do all the work and in the morning you walk away with $2000 in your purse”

“Sorry dear I’m your lawyer…not a fellow escort worker” I replied as I slipped on my shoes and picked up my briefcase.

The noisy voices and laughter had been accumulating out in the hall…then the knock on the door…more laughter.

“Looks like your guests have arrived” I said.

“Oh god…I’m done for” she replied, looking a little dejected.

“Well I think you soon will be” I replied, and then wished I hadn’t made the remark.

Now have you ever seen a movie where a ship or something like a ship is under water and some silly bugger opens the wrong safety door and all of a sudden the water floods in, no matter how hard they try, the people can’t swim against the flow…its just too strong. Well when I opened the door to leave it was just the same. As I tried to push past them, I was carried back into the room. The guys were in a very happy festive mood. They had requested two women for the night. Room 318 was the room they had to report to and right now room 318 contained two women.

I kept protesting to them that I was not part of the deal and kept trying to make for the door, but no matter what I said it was all falling upon deaf ears. My briefcase was wrenched from my grip, an arm was around my waist and suddenly I was dancing in the middle of the room with a guy.

“No…no…you have this all wrong…I….I”

I wasn’t getting anywhere as I was quickly passed on to another guy. It was the same for Sandra; she wasn’t saying anything in defense just smiling at me.

God I’ve got to get out of here…this is going too far, but as soon as I tried to make for the door, I was hauled back and found myself dancing with another guy. The music was turned up and the party was in full swing, my voice and protests went unheard. Screaming for help would have done me any good.

Shirts were starting to get unbuttoned along with any ties that were being worn. Bottles of beer were unstopped as were the other assorted bottles of liquor. I looked to Sandra for help, but none was forthcoming, she just smiled at me a shrugged her shoulders, she was quite happy to have my company. Suddenly I was being propelled from behind. Two strong hands had me by the waist and were pushing me toward the table. Oh god no I thought as we crashed against it. The guy pushed my head down against the table top, his own body pinning me down. His warm wet tongue was licking my ear, his hot breath smelling of alcohol and tobacco.

“God your one hot bitch…where has the agency been hiding you” he said.

I tried to tell him I was a lawyer not a hooker…but he wasn’t listening or he couldn’t hear me, or he didn’t want to hear me.

His hands were frantically tugging on my skirt, was pulling upward. I tried fighting him, tried to pull my skirt back down, but he seemed to have too many hands, as fast as I pulled down, he was pulling up and then his hands had hold of my knickers, trying to pull them down. I gave up trying to pull my skirt down and concentrated on holding my knickers in place.

“That’s it Harry…that’s how she likes it…she keeps telling you she doesn’t do this sort of thing…but that’s just part of her act…keep at it boy…she’s enjoying the fight”

It was Sandra…egging Harry on. My hair was in my eyes but I could see Sandra it was as if I was looking through a veiled curtain.

I was loosing the battle, his determination and strength saw my pants being down…well far enough to allow him to do what he wanted to do. He didn’t have to tell me he was ready. I’d already felt the hardness of his erection pressing against me through the fabric of our clothing.

Keeping me pinned against the table, he undid his belt, unzipped his fly and pushed his pants down…what I felt pressing against my butt was hard and warm.

“Oh god no…no…please no” I begged.

“Like it honey…. Sandra says you do…and I think she’s right…in a moment you can have it all…the whole eight inches…how does that sound?”

I pushed, struggled and tried to get out from under him, but he had the strength and the power, I couldn’t move. It felt smooth, hard and warm as it brushed against my thigh as it searched for my entrance. Oh god no. I thought, struggling even harder to free myself. I tried clamping my legs together but his knee prised my legs further apart.

“No…oh please no…I’m not…oh god…oh…oh…Je—s—u—s ” I cried, he was pushing inside me, pressing his loins close to my butt, then his ass was quickly swaying, his cock thrusting…he was fucking me and I believed what he said about it being eight inches.

Help was never going to come for me. The room was filled with sound, men chattering, egging on their friend…shouting “Go…go…go” beer and other liquor being consumed, the music. It was getting hot; the wine I’d already consumed was having its effect. I could see Sandra, on the bed, men’s hands tugging eagerly at her clothing, all gone apart from her bra and that in turn would soon be stripped from her fulsome breasts. Her legs had been spread apart and a naked male’s ass was rising and falling between them. Her eyes were shut, she was holding on to the guy. She didn’t have to tell me or any one else she was enjoying it.

The guy pinning me down was going full tilt. His weight was pressing down on my body, pushing my thighs against the table edge and with each and every thrust. Slap…slap…slap as flesh made contact with flesh. There were grunts of satisfaction, whilst his mouth was kissing my ear and neck.

“Oh god I’ve thought of little else all day…. Just waiting for tonight…waiting, knowing there would be two good looking chicks ready to be fucked…and here we are…god you’re even better than I’d hoped for…the agency sure knows how to pick its women” he said, then taking a big bight at the back of my neck.

It was pointless trying to tell him I was not one of the girls from the agency…I was just in the wrong place at the right time…or something like that. As far as he was concerned…I was another hooker working with Sandra…when this night was over I was going to kill Sandra.

My body felt each and every thrust, continually being pressed into the table. My buttocks seem to act as a cushion as his loins smacked against them, time and time again, balls big and heavy with fluid also bounced along with them.

Henry continuing to tell me how good it felt…what a good fuck I was…a groan, a sigh…then more grunts. He friends shouting at him to fuck faster…fuck harder.

“Give it to her Henry…that’s the way…let her know she’s being fucked by an expert lad” He responded to all their shouting and it was me that bore the brunt of the response. I could feel it…the whole eight inches, thrusting inside me.

His mouth was close to my ear; his breaths were coming in short bursts…I knew the end was near.

“I’m cuming honey…I’m gona cum…. I’m ready to….” A final grunt and groan, a final thrust. “Oh—god—yes” His hard cock throbbed and pulsed as his fluid filled balls delivered their deadly potion

The noise continued around me. He slowly and reluctantly withdrew his defunct cock. I had no time to push away from the table…it took but a moment, I was part way up, my skirt up around my waist, my pants around my thighs, but before I could pull down my skirt or pull up my knickers another strong pair of eager hands was pushing back over the table.

“Stay there honey…stay there…we ain’t finished fucking you yet” First he undid his belt, then unzipped his fly. I felt another hard smooth piece of flesh brushing my thighs as he made to enter me.

“Spread your legs honey…spread your legs” Like an idiot I did just that. Instead of clamming tight I was opening up for him. I felt the second hard shaft push inside me. Then more hot breath on my neck and ear. The rhythm of his ass as it swayed back and forth…the constant thrusting, the groans and moans of enjoyment. Once again being told how good I was, that I was the best fuck he’d ever had, but then I knew he told all his whores that. It was all part of the game. There was more drinking, more shouting and egging on. All I could see from my present position was a sea of male faces watching and shouting for more

When he to had finished I was allowed to stand and was handed a bottle of larger, well it was more or less pushed to my lips, I let the cold amber liquid quench my thirst. When I’d finished with the lager, a small shot of whiskey was pressed to my lips and upended, it burned into the back of my throat and as I was coughing, I was quickly pushed back over the table and as I gasped for breath I could feel hands tugging and pulling my pants all the way down…. then they were gone.

The third guy had been more prepared, I’d seen him standing next to me, his arm around my waist as he held the bottle to my lips. I briefly saw his almost naked body, naked except for a pair of undies, but the bulge in those undies said it all.

Again I did as he requested and splayed my legs apart. This time he wasn’t seeking entrance to my pussy…he wanted to put it in my ass.

“Oh god no…no…not there…please not there” I screamed.

“Hey relax…relax, they tell me all whores like it up the ass”

“I’m not a whore…. I keep trying to tell you I’m not a whore” I shouted in desperation.

“Of course you’re not honey…we all know that” he said with a smile and a chorus of laughter.

“Now just relax…this won’t hurt a bit…. well maybe a little” he said laughing.

I’d never had it up the ass before…this was all new to me.

They had all come prepared for the night, someone threw him a tube of K-Y lube. I flinched as a finger laden with the lube was inserted into my asshole.

He kept assuring me all was going to be OK and that I was quite capable of taking his cock up my ass.

When to time came, I gripped the edge of the table, closed my eyes and gritted my teeth. First thing I felt was the hard bulbous head.

“Don’t fight me sweetheart, don’t fight me…just relax” he said

“Oh my god” I cried as the head started to force its way in.

Again he asked me to relax. I tried and again I cried out as it edged a little further in. My ass was starting to stretch, bigger and bigger as it inched forward. There wasn’t as much pain now and I felt in going further and further inside me.

After a moment or two of pushing and shoving and some cries from me he announced “Ok honey I got it all in” he then set up a slow steady motion. My last bastion of virginity had just been taken. His cock was going where no cock had been before.

If it felt big before, it felt even bigger now. Sighs, moans and groans told me he must be enjoying it.

There was no relief for me. I held on tight to the edge of the table, the pain in my ass had subsided and my ass had become used to its new size. I was accommodating him quite well; my thighs would bare the signs of bruising form the continuous pounding I was receiving from behind.

Suddenly he just stopped, gasped and I knew he was finished. Now I had cum in both orifices. I drank thirstily from the bottle handed to me, followed by another whiskey chaser. The room and people were starting to sway, twist and become distorted. Hands were undressing me, plucking at my blouse and skirt. The alcohol was depriving me of any inhabitations I may have had. It was varsity days once more. Someone was swinging my bra around in the air and shouting. “Ya…hooo”

My skirt was now around my ankles; I stepped out of it, like the girl popping from the cardboard cake, flinging out my arms “Daa…daa” and giggling like a silly teenager. I was now naked as a newborn baby, and flaunting that nakedness for the benefit of the men, much to the delight of my audience and their applause of approval.

The hands that had only moments ago been undressing me were now grabbing and pawing at me, hands squeezing both breast and buttocks…all eager to feel my warm naked flesh.

A shirtless guy, pushed me down in front of him, unzipping his fly he removed his pride and joy, big and very stiff. Taking a handful of my hair he pulled my head right up close.

“Suck it baby…suck it” he said.

I needed no further instruction or encouragement. I grabbed the hard shaft, gave it a few jerks and opened my mouth. It tasted good. The saltiness of his body mixed with a little pre cum. My lipstick was leaving a red smear on the shaft as I tried to push and devour as much of it as possible down my throat.

I was never going to taste that cum in my mouth, just prior to ejaculation he withdrew and let the warm fluid squirt onto my face and in my eyes. Again more hands grabbed at me as I was passed on to the next guy.

A Roman orgy must have been just like this…the drink I was consuming did help block the senses…I stopped counting the erections…I knew at some time they would get to me.

I guess I just fell in with the situation, by now I’d been fucked too many times. Trying to prove to anyone outside of this room that I wasn’t a hooker was going to be real difficult….I mean who was going to believe my story…none of these guys would testify I was any thing else but one of the hookers they had ordered and Sandra would only say I was working in with her.

Sooner or later they would have their fill, they would all be satisfied, drink themselves silly and retire to their own rooms feeling they had all had a great night, brag to their mates back home about the two chicks they’d fucked…and when they had all gone…. well that’s when I kill Sandra. I continued to be passed around the room; hands grabbed and groped my flesh. While fingers poked into warm wet crevasses.

Sandra seemed quite at home on the single bed. One guy thrusting into her from behind, while she gorged upon another’s hard erection…much to the delight of both guys.

Now it was my turn, as two guys led me toward the other bed and placing me on all fours. I feel the bed tremble as they take up their positions…one at my head…the other behind. If Sandra was aware that I was next to her, she did not show it. Even above the noise of music and voices I could hear the slurping her mouth was making as she sucked hungrily at the guys hard cock and the slap…slap….slap coming from the other guy as he thrust against her buttocks.

I think the voyeurism was as much a part of the entertainment as the actual fucking itself. Each guy gets to perform in front of his mates…each I guess trying to outdo the others achievements.

Like the guy earlier this one also took a handful of my hair, tugging on it. His erection was only an inch or so from my mouth. It was obvious I was expected to open up and take it…. which I obliged in doing so. This all coincided with the other guy slipping me a length from behind.

I heard Sandra coughing and gagging and from the corner of my eye could see cum running down her chin.

Now I don’t mind giving a guy a blow job, in fact I quite like sucking a mans cock, but I’ll never get used to the taste of cum….I know, I know…it’s all part of the service and some guys like to see you swallow it, which I do…but I still don’t like it’s taste.

“You seem to be enjoying yourself honey…. you’re doing a great job…thanks” It was Sandra, watching me as I sucked hungrily at erection stuffed in my mouth.

Taking a moment I said “I’m going to kill you for this Sandra…when they’ve all gone then I’m going to kill you” I said, before putting the guys erection back in my mouth.

She just laughed “No you’re not honey…. no you’re not and I tell you why, because you’re having too much fun”

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I felt the warm fluid as it spread over my tongue and fill my mouth…it was my guy’s turn to cum and he was insisting I swallow it.

“Swallow it babe…swallow it…make me happy”

I shut my mouth tight, mixed the horrid tasting fluid with my own spittle and swallowed….UG!

“That’s it babe…that’s the way”

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It seemed a never-ending flow of eager horny lust laden men. I was sure some were leaving and others arriving. I have no idea how many guys had fucked me or how many blowjobs I’d given…it seemed one hell of a lot. I’d been screwed in every position and right about now my pussy knew it had been well and truly ravaged…cum had been injected into every orifice.

The alcohol had well and truly kicked in, I really don’t recall much from now on, but Norma said that I suddenly transformed into a party girl, party animal, said it was the hidden me trying to get out. Dancing naked around the room, posing provocatively, selecting guys, taking them by the hand and leading them back to the bed and actually taking hold of their erections and guiding it between my legs. Telling them how good it felt. To say I was a hit with the guys would have been an understatement.

I remember Sandra telling me the same thing when we were at university together. The drunken orgies we had with male students, it was obvious I hadn’t changed a great deal; the party animal was dormant within.

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At first I thought it was a friendly dog licking my ear. Then I thought I was at home in bed with husband Ron, his fingers were inside me, working back and forth…Hmmmm! It feels so…so good. I smile and snuggle up close. As the fuzz and fog start to clear I slowly open my eyes…my head hurts and there is a terrible taste in my mouth, it tastes almost like….like, well it tastes like male cum and then I realize…the taste was male cum mixed in with alcohol. I wasn’t back home and the guy with his fingers in my pussy was not that of husband Ron. With eyes now wide open I’m looking into the smiling handsome face of some stranger.

“Hi princess…you look so wonderful, I want to wake up to you every morning like this” his fingers continuing to work and delve. “Mmmm that feels so wet and warm…. so inviting…so ready to fuck…don’t you agree?”

It dawns on me where I am and what I did last night. “Oh my god, what have I done?” The room is a battle zone; empty bottles and dirty glasses everywhere…discarded pieces of clothing that some had left behind. The room smelled of stale beer, tobacco and the distinct scent of male sperm. My own body smelt the same where guys had cum all over it.

My bed companion rolls on top of me. I feel his hardness pressing against my stomach. Smiling…always smiling. Taking my hand he places it on the shaft, it’s hard and it’s big. I automatically grip it and start to jerk him off. “Oh god baby…baby, that feels so good” then raising his body slightly pushes my legs apart. I know what he wants and where he wants to be. I guide him to the entrance and he thrusts himself inside me.

“Oh—my—god” I moan, feeling the fullness of his erection. Wasting no time his arse immediately in action rising and flexing then thrusting, again and again and again

“Oh Rebecca…Rebecca I never want to stop fucking you…I think I’m in love with you”

I don’t know what to say or how to respond to him. He knows my name, did I tell him and all the others who I was. I knew it was going to be a waste of time trying to explain to him I was not a hooker, after last night and particularly now as he rose up and down between my legs, he was never going to believe me. I had been every inch a willing and eager participant.

“Mmmmm it’s a nice way to be woken up my love” I replied, my hands gripping his ass tight, squeezing his buttocks and pulling him in and myself on to his hard shaft. Right then I wanted to feel all eight inches. I had to admit he had a very nice ass, smooth and firm to the touch. The bed bounced softly with a quiet squeak as he humped up and down. It seemed so quiet in the room after the mêlée of last night.

“Oh god it feels so good to be inside you like this…so warm…so inviting, god I love fucking you my love”

I smile at him reassuring him that all is well and that I too am enjoying it.

The pace became faster, his breathing quicker. “Uh, uh, uh, uh” The thrusts were fast, meaningful, he wanted to experience that wonderful feeling that came with climax, he was near, and he was going to cum. Then with one final deep hard thrust, his balls contracted releasing his pent up frustration, at the same time a delightful tingle ripped through his body, he let it all go and fell limp on top of me, a final long meaningful sigh “Ohhh god that was so good”

He was in no hurry to move. We stayed in that position for another five minutes or so. He gently kissed my lips, eyes, ears and neck, then on down to my breasts and nipples, suckling each nipple in turn. It was like two people who were madly in love. God this guy was good. He was so gentle, so loving. I wish I could remember how good he had been last night. And what the hell is his name.

“I’ve got to go princess…. but I’ll see you again tonight…. yes?”

“Tonight?” I said quizzically.

“Yes tonight…it is for two nights isn’t it?” He asked.

Oh god was this supposed to be a two-night thing. Well not for me it’s not. I wanted out of here, there was no way I was coming back for seconds.

“Oh love I’m sorry…but I have another booking for tonight…. a very, very good client of mine, I really don’t want to disappoint him…. I only did this one to help Norma out…some other time perhaps” Then I kissed him tenderly on the cheek.

It was the only way out I could think of. Telling him how it really happened was never going to work…like all the rest; they would never believe me, not after last night.

The look on his face was one of disappointment. He looked somewhat like a spoilt little boy who had been told he could not play with his favourite toy.

“You could make an exception could you not…please?” he begged

There was no way I could see him again tonight…. or any other night, I stuck to my story, until he realized his begging and little boy pout was not going to change my mind.

“Well I’ll make sure I book in early next time I’m down here on business…. I really do have to see you again…I’m more than happy to pay you the going rate”

“Yes, that’s probably best” I replied.

I could not resist running my eyes over his lithe smooth naked body as he searched for his clothing. He had much to choose from. A pair of discarded socks, underwear, a couple of shirts, a pair of trousers and even a jacket. God it must have been some party…much of it I just don’t remember. I liked the look of his smooth round buttocks and when he turned toward me I was impressed with the frontal view also. He smiled knowing I was checking out his assets.

“Do you approve princess” he asked

What could I say…he was fishing for a compliment? “Yes…yes, very nice”

He found the clothes he was looking for, dressed, kissed me on the cheek, made another promise to look me up when next in town and left.

I now had time to take in the bombsite and Norma and her male companion on the single bed next to mine. Their bodies were entwined together; all I could see of him was his bare ass. He was on his side with Norma snuggled in beside him.

My head hurt, I needed a strong black coffee and a Panodol, if I could find one.

I wrapped the bed sheet around me, made my way to the kitchen area and set up the coffee. I would let Norma and her friend sleep a little longer…I could kill her later, I was in no hurry. Whilst the coffee percolated, I took a shower. I looked at my naked body in the bathroom mirror, god what a mess. I knew my pussy had been pulverized, it felt somewhat tender in that region, but my body was a mass of bruises. Breasts inner thighs had signs of teeth marks or bruises, as were my buttocks. I could see and feel the dried out male sperm that adorned my body in various places, even in my hair. I could even smell the stuff on me. God just how many guys had been inside me or had masturbated on me. I had no way of knowing.

The shards of hot water felt good as they bombarded my body, washing away the evidence of the night before, the shampoo making my hair feel clean again. I still could not believe this had happened…it was reminiscent of times when at university. Wild parties sex, drink and a few drugs part of the scene…but this was not expected of a person who practiced law and was also married.

When I returned the guy had gone and Norma was nursing a cup of coffee.

“Oh god I feel like shit” she said

“Yeah…well I wouldn’t worry too much about that, because in a few more minutes I’m going to put you out of your misery”

“Oh I wish you would” she pleaded.

“Do you really know how much shit you’ve got me into” I said, getting mad at her.

“Oh god please don’t shout…it’s doing my head in”

I poured a cup for myself and asked if she had any Panodol.

She indicated where she kept some and asked for a couple for herself.

“God it’s never been like that before…it’s all your fault” she said

Now I was getting mad “My fault…my fault?” I demanded. “If you’d told them in the first place I was your lawyer and not a fucking whore, then all this would never have happened” I replied, indicating to the bomb site.

“Yeah… a bit of a mess isn’t it?” she replied matter of factly.

“That’s putting it mildly”

“Well I still maintain it was your fault…you were an animal…where did you learn so much about sex…god you couldn’t get enough of them…told them to go and invite a few more of their friends to the party…which meant I had to work harder as well”

I couldn’t recall any of that, god just how much did I have to drink.

“We make a great duo, you and I…maybe we should team up together”

“You are joking…tell me you’re joking Norma…this is the end of the line for me girl…no more. I’ve got to get this body back together before my husband returns” I said

“Yeah but you enjoyed it…you’re a natural for this kind of work…and just think of the two grand you earned…that’s two grand each”

“I don’t want the two grand…if I accept it, it means I had sex for monitory gain, which means I’m a prostitute…me a member of the legal profession a prostitute, how good would that look in court”

“Well I think it’s a little late to back out now…all those guys that screwed you last night see you as a hooker…you might as well accept the reward for services rendered”

“God…just how many guys did screw us?” I asked

“I have no idea…it was a lot…. a hell of a lot…at times it felt like the whole convention”

“Yeah, right now my pussy would tend to agree with you” I replied.

“Here take some of this…it works magic on an overworked cunt” she said handing me a small pot of cream.

“What is it?” I ask

“Don’t know the ingredients but it works just fine” she replied.

“I’ve got to go…where’s my clothes?”

I search the debris for my clothing. I retrieve my skirt, top and jacket. No panties and no bra.

“Trophies…they’ve taken them as trophies” she said

“You know what men are like…bring them out once in a while to brag to their mates when they reminisce about the great time they had at convention…remember that hot long legged blond…well this is her knickers they’ll say”

She was right; it happened just like that at varsity…we were forever forking out for new panties…always carried a spare pair with us for emergencies.

It felt strange all dressed, with no pants or bra. I would have to remember to keep my legs closed tight…pity I hadn’t done that last night.

I picked up my briefcase and said, “I’ll file your papers some time to day…I’ll let you know what happens”

As I was leaving she said “Hey Rebecca…thanks, we were good together you know…think about what I said…join me down at the agency…the dynamic duo eh?”

“I’ll think about it” I replied

“You promise”

“Yes I promise” then wondered why the hell I had said that…I had no intention of thinking about it…I already had.

The morning air felt good and fresh; I filled my lungs with it. I’d decided to take a taxi, leave the car here. My blood alcohol level would still register high if they pulled me over.

The driver kept shifting his gaze to me in his rear view mirror.

“Hard night love” he asked.

Did I look that rough? My legs pressed tighter together as if he were peering up my skirt and he could see I had no knickers on.

“Yes…spent all night preparing my brief…got to be in court at ten” I replied

“Oh I see” he said with a smirk on his face, not really believing me.

I flicked open my briefcase to make it look all official like and there on top of all my papers was a stack of money, amounting to two thousand dollars.

“Bloody Norma…now I will kill her” I murmured to myself.

“Sorry what was that you said love” from the driver.

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Sandra stared at me, wondering if what I had just told her was the truth or not. When I said nothing and didn’t even smile she said.

“God, it is true…isn’t it?”

“Oh it’s true alright…every word of it” I replied.

She looked at me…saying nothing, which was not like her. She was deep in thought, gazing out of the window.

“Tell me Rebecca…how are you and Ron getting on with your starting a family program?”.

“We’ve been trying” I reply, I know where this is going…she isn’t stupid.

“So you don’t take the pill right now…correct?”

“Yes”

“And all these guys who screwed you wore a condom…yes?”

I just stared at her in silence, then “No…no they didn’t” I replied

“So, it would seem to me you have every chance of being pregnant…but not by Ron…would that be correct?”

“Yes…yes it would” I replied

“So what are you going to tell him?”

“Oh I don’t know…perhaps just say hey Ron whilst you were away I had a few guys fuck me…but the good news is I’m now pregnant”

She didn’t see it as being funny and to be honest neither did I.

“Sorry I said that…in reality I don’t think I’ll say anything…I can’t, I’ll just take one day at a time…I’ll know soon enough if I’m pregnant or not.

“Just pass it off as his eh?”

“Yes” was all I could come up with.

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Epilogue

I tried to put the whole episode behind me. I’d been in the wrong place at the wrong time. I just wanted to forget and move on…but it was never going to be that easy.

First my doctor confirmed I was pregnant. I was pretty sure it wasn’t Ron’s…if not Ron’s then whose. I may never know.

Norma wasn’t going to let it go either. It was almost a daily routine

“Have you thought anymore about it Rebecca…we make a great pair together…I’ve talked to Sharon about you, would love to have you join them…. just part time, you don’t have to give up your present job…same as me just part time”

It didn’t matter how many times I told her that I’d already thought about it and the answer was no. She still continued to ask the same question.

Then she must have got Sharon…owner of the agency “Discreet Escorts” to give me a call. It was the same scenario.

“We’d love to have you with us Rebecca, Norma has told us so much about you…you sound like just the type of girl we need…look come down and have a chat with me over a cup of coffee…no obligations…. just a chat, I feel sure you’ll change your mind, we have a great set up…some very good clients…clients that need to be discrete, just as you would want discretion…what do you say?”

“No, look Sharon, I have thought about this and I have made my mind up, the answer is no”

“Sorry to hear that…but I feel sure I could and can change your mind”.

It was the old “Water on stone” scenario” they just keep chipping away, bit by bit. Then one day you ask them a question about the set up and bingo…they have you. I mean why ask a question about the set up if you have no real interest…you’ll keep asking questions and ticking off the boxes, they in turn give satisfactory answers until you see no reason why you can’t do it, you are now convincing yourself that well, maybe it’s not that bad and you have more reasons for doing than not doing.

It brought back memories of my Varsity days. Times were tough for some of us and money was a scarce commodity. Trying to keep your head above water was oft impossible. A fellow female student named Tracy Longstaff suggested I have a word with a Molly Proctor. Molly, she said, could introduce me to some nice older men and would let me use one of her spare rooms.

Was I hearing her right? It sounded like I was expected to sell my body for a service, which to me was prostitution.

“You are joking Tracy, that’s prostitution. I don’t think the University faculty would approve”

“Probably not, in fact they would take a very dim view of it…but it does get you money…money you need to get through university…. you do want to become a lawyer don’t you?”

“Of course I do…. but not this way…tell me I suppose you are turning the odd trick or two I take it?”

“Yes, like you I was shocked and horrified at the idea, but I swallowed my pride and went for it…at least I can finish the course and attain what I want”

“Working McDonalds at night doesn’t make you a fortune…believe me this is much easier”

I discarded the idea at first…but she was right working the Big Mac was long hours and little return. Then I received a call fro Molly herself.

She sounded so nice, so motherly and trusting.

“Come and talk to me dear, have a coffee, if you still don’t feel comfortable doing it then there’s nothing lost”

I did have that chat with her and she was just as charming in the flesh. Showed me her house and rooms, very tidy and comfortable.

“Just try doing it with one guy first, see how it goes. I charge the client $100. I keep $40 for expenses and you get $60. You don’t get that sort of money at McDonalds do you? Men like young girls like you and are prepared to pay for the privilege. One thing I do insist upon and that is you’re client must wear a condom…you supply them and make sure he wears it”

By the time I’d left she had convinced me to have a try out. With my first one I felt nervous and awkward. Even though I’d been fucked many times before at the dorm parties. My first with an older man and as a client I found a little nerving. The money however compensated for it and I was surprised how quickly $60 got swallowed up in expenses…so I was soon back at Mollies screwing another guy and another $60.

From that point on and until graduation, dear old Molly provided us all with a continual source of income, much needed income.

This thing with the agency was heading the same was, but this time I was not desperate for money.

Trying to keep the lid on this pressure pot was almost impossible. I receive a call at work.

“Hello princess how are you…have you missed me?”

The room temperature seemed to drop to zero and I start to shiver…I recognize the voice and the term princess…. it’s what’s his name…. thingumy…the guy who last fucked me in the hotel…. I never did get his name.

There was a pause, then “Hey you still there princess…it’s Wayne…Wayne from the convention…don’t say you’ve forgotten me….I am disappointed”

“Oh, Wayne, yes, yes I remember you…how are you?”

“Better for hearing your voice again, even better when I see you again tonight my love”

God what do I say. I never thought I’d hear from him again and either the agency or Norma gave him my work number.

“No love, I can’t not tonight I’m afraid”

“What you have another client, is that what you’re saying?”

“Yes…yes that’s it, he made the appointment some time ago…I am sorry”

“Strange the agency said they didn’t have you down as having anyone tonight”

It was true they wouldn’t I didn’t work for them, so they wouldn’t have me down with anyone.

“Well I…I…” I was starting to flounder, trying to think of something to come up with.

“Tell me Rebecca…does your husband know you do this on the side…does he know you’re a part time whore”

“Of course not and I no longer do any more work like that…it…it was a one off, it’s a long story how I got involved that night, but it was my one and only” I said

“Apart from tonight” he said

“What do you mean apart from tonight…. I’ve just…”

“Tonight you’ll make an exception…I’ll pay you the going rate…$400 and hour or $700 for two hours, I’m not after free sex, I’ll pay you the going rate”

I was starting to get mad. “Look Wayne as I’ve said…”

“Eight o clock at the Royal Excelsior, room 274…eight o clock on the dot Rebecca or at five past eight I’ll be ringing your husband and telling him just how good a fuck you are, oh and when you get here I have some really good photo’s and video footage of your performance that night…eight o clock Rebecca”

“Listen Wayne I…” I was talking into a closed line. He had hung up.

I hung up the phone and slumped into my chair. Oh god I thought, it never ends.

“You alright Rebecca” It was Alison our secretary “You look a little peaked. Not bad news I hope”

“Eh, oh no, no not bad news thanks love” but of course it was, couldn’t be worse. I could see I was vulnerable from blackmail and extortion. If Wayne had pics and video of that night, so would others and it could be used to pressure me into doing all sorts of things. Things I did not want to think about.

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I stood outside the door of room 274; it was five minutes to eight. My heart was pounding at a million pumps a second, or it seemed to be, my knees felt week and my stomach churned. I felt sick. Well no point in putting it off. My knuckles wrapped at the door. When Wayne opened it, he was standing with a hotel robe on, hanging loose. I could see from his chest, all the way down to his feet. He hadn’t covered himself up.

“Oh come in Rebecca…I’ve just been thinking about you” He said

He didn’t really have to tell me….I could see that for myself.

It seemed there was never going to be closure on this one. The slippery slope was only going to get steeper and steeper.