____________________________ | | /)| KRISTEN'S BOOKSHELF |(\ / )| DIRECTORIES |( \ __( (|____________________________|) )__ ((( \ \ > /_) ( \ < / / ))) (\\\ \ \_/ / \ \_/ / ///) \ / \ / \ _/ \_ / / / \ \ o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o The 'Bookshelf collection' offers a very wide variety of o o stories. They have been submitted by people from all over the o o world. Also from alt.sex.stories (Newsgroups). There is no o o particular order other than offering them to you in alpha- o o betical directories. o o Lest we forget!!! This story was produced as adult en- o o tertainment and should not be read by minors. Kristen o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o Callgirls (prositiutes) by Tiffany Dayton (c) 1998 *** This story contains graphic sex including, lesbian sex, prostitution, exhibitionism, oral sex, anal sex, and sex toys. If you are offended by such, read no further. The characters in this story are real. Their names (and mine) have been changed to protect their identities. However, the situations are mostly fiction. Copyright 1998, Tiffany Dayton I hope you enjoy my tales (pun intended). To subscribe to my mailing list, drop an e-mail in my box. TiffDayton@geocities.com Or visit my webpage at: http://www.angelfire.com/va/tiffdayton. I look forward to any, and all suggestions, comments, and requests. Enjoy! Callgirls by Tiffany Dayton "Amber, sweetheart, would you put some oil on my back please?" I heard coming from beside me. I opened my eyes to find Robin had rolled over onto her stomach. She was untying the top of her bikini. "Sure lover," I responded, smiling, "I'd be happy to." I rose from my comfortable lounge chair and stretched. I had to rearrange my bikini bottom as it found it's way between my cheeks. Then I took the bottle of suntan oil from Robin's hand and straddled her, sitting squarely on her butt. As I gently massaged my lover's back with the cocoa scented oil, I glanced around at the other call girls relaxing around the pool. It was early, and our Madame encouraged us to do so as most of our patrons enjoyed a nicely tanned girl. Most were wearing two piece bikinis. A few were topless, preferring not to have a tan line. "Delicious sight, isn't it?" Robin giggled from beneath me. "Very," I replied, "But I'll keep you, if you don't mind." Robin propped herself up on her elbows and swiveled her head to look in my direction. "That's so sweet hon," She said, grinning from ear to ear, "Is it any wonder I love you so much?" "I love you too gorgeous." I said, then leaned over to kiss her. Robin managed to surprise me. She propped herself up a bit more and gently slid her tongue between my lips. It was an awkward position, but I sucked on her tongue as best I could. I pivoted my hips a bit and managed to lay down next to Robin in the tiny lounge chair, all with her tongue still in my mouth. I took one of her wonderful breasts in my hand and massaged it gently. I paid special attention to her delicate nipple. Robin responded by letting out a long moan and putting her hand down my bikini bottom. She quickly found my clit and sent shivers up my spine. I opened my eyes and gasped. My lover took that opportunity to move her mouth to my neck. She began kissing and suck- ing her way to my chest while reaching behind me with the hand she wasn't already using to untie my bikini top. I helped her a bit and my top fell to the con- crete patio that surrounded the pool we were sunbathing around. Robin went straight for the nipple closest to her. She took it into her mouth and swirled her tongue around and around. I closed my eyes again and moaned loudly. Then, without warning, she bit my nipple. At the same instant, she shoved two fingers deep inside me. My eyes flew open and I gasped for breath. "Oh god!" I exclaimed, and ran my fingers through her dark red hair. "I'll take those two." I heard from behind. Robin heard it too, and she lifted her head as I turned around. Standing at the edge of the pool was a tall, handsome man pointing in our direction. He was very well dressed, even for one of our clients. Standing beside him was a very petite oriental woman, who was also very expensively garbed. They were being escorted by Patricia, our Madame, and one of the estate's hulk- ing guards. Patricia turned to the man, smiling, and said, "A fine choice. Amber and Robin have been lovers since they were in high school, for nearly three years. You won't be disappointed." She then turned, gesturing to- ward the large Victorian house nearby, "If you'll fol- low Jonathan, he'll show you to my study. We may take care of all the arrangements there. I will join you shortly." Both the male and female guests seemed pleased by this. They followed the guard through the garden that lay between the house and the pool, and disappeared inside the door. Patricia then turned to Robin and I. She pranced over to our chair and ran her fingers through my hair. "I have a big assignment for you girls tonight." she said, "Why don't you shower and meet me in the study in fifteen minutes. Wear something nice. Robin, I want you in black. Amber, I want to see you wearing white." Patricia leaned forward and kissed us both on the cheek, then rose and headed toward the house. I looked at Robin to see her beautiful smile. "What do you think they have in mind?" I asked. Robin shrugged, "I guess we'll find out. We'd better get to it if we're going to be in the study in fifteen though." I nodded and we both retreated to our bedroom in the huge house. Fourteen minutes later, Robin knocked on the door of the study. The door was promptly opened by Patricia's personal servant, William, a very handsome gentleman who saw to her every need. We entered as we had been taught in our first days in Madame Patricia's care. Robin was introduced first, by William. She pranced gracefully on four inch heels to the opposite side of the room, stopped, turned, then returned to the center. She looked stunning. She had chosen a long black evening dress that hugged her every curve. It had a halter top, and a slit up to mid thigh on the left side. The lace tops of her black stockings was barely visible through it. "Hello," she said, bringing her hands together behind her back and facing the guests seated across from Patricia's desk, "My name is Robin. I am five feet, eleven inches tall. My measurements are 36C-28-36. I am bisexual, with a tendency toward women. I am a long study of the Kama Sutra. And to answer your question before you ask it, yes, I am a natural red head." The guests, and Patricia giggled a bit at Robin's last remark. "Thank you Robin," Patricia said, "Please have a seat." Robin nodded, and pranced to a small loveseat positioned on the wall opposite Patricia's desk. Patricia then turned her attention to the door, "William, will you show our next lady in please?" William nodded approvingly, and introduced me, "May I present, Amber." I took my cue, and took the same course Robin had taken a few moments earlier. I had dressed myself in a very glamorous white skirt suit, and matching heels. The female guest seemed very interested in me as I modeled for them. "Hello," I said, after returning to the center of the room, "My name is Amber. I am five feet tall. My measurements are a modest 32B-24-32. I am bisexual, with a tendency toward couples. I am a long study of the Kama Sutra. I am also a licensed, and practicing masseuse." The female guest whispered something to the male, who nodded and in turn whispered something to Patricia. Patricia smiled and nodded as well. "Thank you Amber," Patricia said, "You may both leave now." "Yes Mistress." Robin and I replied in unison. Robin rose from her seat and waited as I approached. She extended her arm, and we walked hand in hand out of the room. After the door closed, we embraced, complimented each other, and took a seat in two of the chairs lining the hallway just outside Patricia's study. Robin leaned toward me and whispered softly, "What do you think they're planning?" "I don't know," I replied, shrugging my shoulders, "But from the smiles they were flashing us, something fun." Robin stopped suddenly and placed a hand on my knee, "You don't think they're into slaves do you?" she asked. "I don't know hon, but I trust Madame Patricia. She wouldn't let anything happen to us, or any of the other girls for that matter. You've heard how she refers to us as her daughters on occasion. Besides, Lisa and Beth would be sitting here if bondage sluts were what they wanted." A smile returned to Robin's face, "You're right," she said, "Probably nothing to worry about. Maybe a little fun with a couple, or maybe even an orgy." Robin's face really lit up at the mention of this. "We haven't done an orgy in almost three weeks, I miss it." I touched Robin's cheek with one white French tipped fingernail, "Oh, poor baby. Has it been too long since my girl was double penetrated?" I asked, playfully pouting. Robin blushed and replied, "Like you don't enjoy it too. Who was it that tore the sheets off the bed at the Marriott hotel in Las Vegas when those two guys nearly ripped her apart?" Robin giggled a bit and placed a delicate hand on her chest. "It certainly wasn't me that time, now was it?" she asked, playfully. It was my then my turn to blush. "Okay, okay," I said, rubbing my bottom, "But my little bum sure was sore after that." "I'll bet! They nearly knocked me unconscious with an orgasm, and I only did them for twenty minutes. You had them for almost an hour, you little slut." Robin giggled. "I know," I replied, smiling, "I could hardly believe it myself. It was just so perfect. The one in my pussy was so big, and the one in my ass felt just as big. They were both gentle, not like most guys. That's probably the best love I've ever made to a man." Robin nodded in agreement, "It's not the best DP I've ever had though." "Really?" I asked as my lover peaked my curio- sity, "Tell me about the best. Enquiring minds want to know." We both giggled at the joke that both of us had shared all through high school together. "Well," she said in a coy tone, "I wouldn't want to make you jealous. I think I'll keep it to myself." I pulled away from her, feigning disgust. "Well!" I said, "You just keep your dirty little secret. See if I care!" Robin smiled and grabbed my hand before I could retract it fully. She pulled it to her mouth and traced my forefinger with her tongue. She smiled and placed it gently back on her knee. "The best DP I've ever had was the night of our senior prom." she finally said. I practically melted on the spot. "You're so sweet." I said, and kissed her cheek. "It's the truth." Robin proclaimed, "That was one of the most incredible nights of my life, and I'm not just talking about the sex either. You know what I mean." I most certainly did. We had taken each other to our senior prom, despite angry looks, rude comments, and a few threats from the other girls. We had stayed and danced until around eleven thirty, then returned to Robin's house. Her parents were out of town and we had the place to ourselves. Robin had prepared for the evening. She disap- peared into her room, and returned wearing a very revealing negligee and carrying three vibrators. Until that point, we had not used anything other than what we were born with to give each other sexual pleasure. That night changed our sex life drastically. I smiled and hugged Robin. "I love you." I said. Robin broke the hug and stared deep into my eyes. She reached out and touched my face with her hand. "But," she said, "I love you more." We both giggled a bit, and I was about to inform her just how wrong she was when the door to the study opened. The couple entered the hallway first, followed by Patricia and William. The two guests took one more look at us as we rose and curtsied, and smiled. Then, they were escorted down the hall toward the exit by William. Patricia turned to us and was beaming. "The two of you are going to make the three of us a lot of money tonight." She then turned and crossed through the doorway back into her study. "Come in, and we'll discuss it." she said. Robin and I looked at each other quizzically, then followed our Madame. We took seats across from Patricia's desk. The exact chairs that were occupied by our guests moments earlier. "How does eight grand a piece sound to you?" Patricia asked, after we were comfortable. I nearly fell out of my chair, and Robin's eyes grew very wide. Patricia laughed out loud then continued, "I though you might be interested." "What will we have to do Mistress?" Robin asked after regaining her composure. "Well," Patricia began hesitantly, "Personally I think the two of you are perfect for this job. It requires you to have very few inhibitions, and you'll have to show a genuine interest in each other." Robin and I couldn't help but grin. "Somehow," I said, taking Robin's hand in mine, "I don't think that will be a problem." "The couple who just left aren't really a couple at all. They are ambassadors to a very high class lesbian organization. Her name is Marissa Long. The man with her is apparently her servant. He said very little unless spoken to by Miss Long, and she didn't bother to formally introduce him. This organization is having a meeting starting tonight, and their entertain- ment canceled on them. They're looking for a replace- ment. This is to be a four night long affair, for which I will receive a sum of thirty two thousand dollars. Splitting that in our usual fashion, half of the fee is mine and will be put to use paying for the estate, it's upkeep, it's security, and so forth. Half is yours. Divided equally, that leaves eight thousand a piece for only four nights work." Patricia paused and glanced at the two of us for approval. I looked to Robin, who asked, "What will we have to do exactly?" Patricia smiled broadly. "That," she replied, "Is the fun part. The first three nights you are to be the main entertainment. You will, quite literally, make love on a stage while an auditorium of people watch. You will have access to just about any lovemaking device you can imagine, as well as any clothing or accessories you wish." I beamed at the mention of this. Patricia noticed my reaction, and said, "As I recall, that's one of your fantasies. Isn't it Amber?" I nodded. "Excellent," she continued, "From the stage you will be taken directly to your hotel rooms where you are to speak with no one. You are to be a special treat. The guests are not allowed to come near you, and vice versa. You will be mystery women to them. The fourth and final night will be different however. Instead of making love on the stage, you will be announced at the dining room during dinner. You are to make an entrance of your choice, as long as it's an interesting one. You will each be instructed to seduce a particular woman in the crowd. Most likely these will be women of importance to this particular society." Patricia again paused. She looked directly at me and said, "Amber, I think you've met who you'll be seducing." she smiled and continued, "Miss Long seemed very impressed with you." "Oh really?" I asked. "Well," Patricia corrected herself, "She was quite taken by both of you. I think you're just the icing on the cake Amber." Robin reached over and stroked my thigh. "I told you that you're hot stuff girl." she said, grinning from ear to ear. I rolled my eyes, and Patricia spoke again, "During your stay, you will be assigned a manservant. This gent will be available to fill any reasonable requests. He will bring your food. He will attend to cleaning your room. Mostly, he is there to assure there is no contact between you and the guests. He will also be your conduit for any special tools, toys, props, costumes, and instruments you may need for your performances. He will also pick you up and drop you off back here at the estate when the affair is over. Remem- ber, until the fourth night, he is the only one you are to have contact with." She stopped, and looked back and forth between us. "Any questions?" she asked. "Sounds like a dream come true!" I exclaimed, and looked to Robin. "Count me in!" Robin chimed in. "Excellent," Patricia addressed both of us, "I knew I could count on you girls. Let me call Miss Long and confirm everything. In the meantime, I'd like the two of you to get packed. You are excused." "Thank you Mistress." Robin said, as we rose to leave. "Yes," I added, "Thank you Mistress." Patricia grinned from ear to ear as she reached for the phone. "Girls, remember to pack your cell- phones! If anything goes wrong, or you're hurt in any way I'll have William and the boys out there in a heartbeat." We nodded, curtsied, and retreated to our bedroom on the third floor. An hour and a half later we were called down from our rooms. After descending the stairs, we were introduced to a very attractive young man wearing a tuxedo. He stood a bit more than six feet tall. His hair was a very dark brown, nearly black. He was fairly well built, but not overly grotesque. "Good evening ladies," he said, "I will take care of you for the next few days. If you are in need of anything, please don't hesitate to ask me. I will do all that I can within the boundaries my mistress has set for me." Robin and I grinned at each other. "That sounds lovely Sean." Robin replied. "I trust you will take care of my daughters Sean." I heard from behind us. I turned to find Madame Patricia approaching with two of the estate's guards on either side. "If anything were to happen to them, I would be very distraught." Sean bowed deeply to Patricia as she closed the distance between them. "Of course Madame. I have very strict instructions to see that no harm comes to them in any way." He reached into his jacket and retrieved a small business card. "Here is my pager number Madame. If you ever are in doubt about your daughters, feel free to page me. You may do so at your leisure, during any time night or day. I will make certain that you are able to speak with them." Patricia smiled and accepted the card. "Thank you," she said, "I will do that. Was this included in your instructions?" "Actually, no. However, I'm sure my Mistress wouldn't mind. She seems very interested in keeping a bond of good faith between the two of you." Patricia giggled a bit. "I should hope so." She replied, "I was once her mistress." Sean's eyes nearly popped out of his head. He dropped to one knee, took Patricia's hand and kissed it. Patricia laughed out loud at this. "That's not necessary Sean," she said, "I haven't been her Madame for quite some time now." Sean rose and said, "Thank you Madame. All the same, it is an honor to make your acquaintance." "I can see you serve your Mistress well Sean. I am satisfied that my girls will be safe in your care. Their things have been loaded into the limousine. You may depart." Sean thanked her, bowed deeply, and re- treated out the door. "As for you two," Patricia said, directing her attention toward Robin and I, "Make me proud." Robin smiled and replied, "Of course!" Then we both trotted out the door. Once outside, we were ushered into a large black stretch limousine. An hour and a half later we arrived at our destination, a large hotel located in the downtown area. Robin and I knew it well. We had entertained a number of clients here, as it was the closest five star hotel to Madame's estate. Sean drove the car around to the service entrance and got out to open the door for us. "I apologize for the unsightly entrance Ladies," He said, "But I have strict orders not to allow you to be seen." "That's quite all right Sean," Robin replied, stepping from the huge black automobile, "I understand completely." Sean nodded and took my hand as I exited the vehicle next. We were then ushered through the kitchen and up a service elevator. We were shown to a luxurious suite on the fifth floor. Sean opened the door for us and waited patiently as we entered. The room was wonderful. It was tastefully decorated in Victorian style. The chairs and bed were covered in antique lace. The floors were stunning hardwood with elegant, well placed rugs covering a small portion. I was immediately drawn to the fire- place. It was Italian white marble, and already had a small fire already burning. Sean closed the door and reached for a small bottle of champagne in a bucket of ice near the fire- place. "Would you care for a drink ladies?" He asked. Robin had disappeared into the bathroom, but popped her head out. "That depends on how much time we have before our performance." She said, "Amber, you've got to come in here!" "You're expected at seven thirty Mistress. It's now..." Sean checked his watch, "Four fifteen. If you allow for thirty minutes to get ready, you have approximately two hours and forty five minutes." I entered the bathroom to find Robin examining the controls on a large, four person whirlpool. The entire floor had been covered in multi colored rose petals, and several long stem, red roses were strategically placed throughout the room. "Oh!" I exclaimed, "I've seen much more luxurious bathrooms, but this is a very nice touch!" I turned to Sean, who was now standing in the doorway, "Was this your doing?" Sean smiled and replied, "From the smiles on your faces, I wish it were. It was my mistress who suggested this." He then raised the bottle of cham- pagne. "Shall I open this now, or wait until after you've returned?" I raised my hand slightly and shook my head, "Thank you Sean, but I don't drink." "I'd love a glass," Robin replied, "But I wouldn't want to waste a bottle. After all, I could hardly drink all of that by myself, even if I didn't have to be on stage in a few hours." Sean nodded, "Very well mistress. I'll return it to the kitchen. If you would like some later, just let me know." Robin perked up a bit and smiled at me, "Mistress? I think I like the sound of that." We both giggled and watched Sean blush a bit. "Oh, did we embarrass you Sean?" I teased. Sean shook his head slightly and grinned widely. "Are your plans for tonight's performance complete? Do you know what you will be needing?" "Yes," Robin replied, "We discussed it in length during our ride here. We have several ideas, and need to run a few things by you to see if they will meet your mistress's approval." Sean nodded and we all gathered in the main room of the suite. Two hours and forty five minutes later, the curtain rose. A very beautiful, old, English style canopy bed had been set in the center of the stage as far forward as possible. It was covered with pink and white laced sheets and a sheer white curtain slightly shrouded the eyes of the audience from us. Robin and I were kneeling on the bed, nude, kissing softly. My arms wrapped around Robin's waist, as hers wrapped around my neck. Between kisses, Robin and I glanced out into the dining room. At least two hundred women and a handful of men were grouped around small dinner tables sipping coffee, or glasses of wine. Some were still finishing their desserts. All of them turned their attention to the scene we had constructed on the stage. We both smiled to each other as we tried to forget them. I tilted my head back as Robin began kissing gently down my neck. I saw a microphone hanging a few inches below the very top of the canopy. I began to wonder if the audience could see it when Robin nibbled on my ear. I closed my eyes and moaned softly as her hands slid down to my breasts. She gently massaged my erect nipples as she kissed and sucked her way down my neck. I straightened my back a bit and allowed easier access to my chest. Robin took the hint and took one of my nipples into her mouth. At the same instant, she ran one finger over my clit. My eyes flew open and I moaned louder as her tongue and fingertip began to circle my various body parts. I ran my fingers through her hair and pulled her mouth closer to me. Robin took as much of my breast into her mouth as she could and sucked on it like a baby nursing. Her fingers continued to run circles around my clit. I gyrated my hips forward and ran my hands down and around to her crotch. She suddenly sat up and smiled wickedly. "Oh no you don't!" she said. She grabbed my wrists and put my hands behind my head. "Don't make me tie you up!" she teased. "Oh!" I replied, and leaned forward and kissed her deeply. Her tongue entered my mouth and explored for a few seconds. Then, still holding my wrists, she pushed me onto my back and tied my wrists to the headboard. I giggled a bit, and relented. Once my hands were bound, Robin retreated be- tween my legs. I lifted my knees and spread my legs to give her easier access. "Oh my!" Robin said, "Don't you look delicious!"