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Weekend Ch. 01

By: Cybotic



Weekend, Part 1. -Wednesday

Another bad day was drawing to a close. This was my Spring Break. This was my very first Spring Break since starting at the University. It was supposed to be a week-long party with my friends. Instead, my parents decided to paint the entire house and I was sent to stay with my sister, Michelle. I love my sister, but she is not the warm and welcoming type. 

My parents are very strict people who believe in a philosophy of early curfews, firm bedtimes and absolute obedience to the rules. I was determined to get my degree, but unless I was willing to pay for it myself, I was expected to abide by those rules. My father was the law in my household and my mother was the enforcer. Every day, after my last class, I was required to come home and check in with both my parents before I could go out with my friends. If only one parent was not there, I had to wait for the other, and both of them knew my class schedule. My friends were allowed to come over, but there were so many rules imposed upon them during their stay, it was easy to forget one or two of them and then I was grounded. It wasn't usually worth it except during the weekends, which were a little more relaxed. My sister did a lot of rebelling when she was in her early teens, and I was paying the price for her freedom. To make things worse, when she finished her junior year of high school, she suddenly stopped rebelling and my parents philosophy became her religion. When I was informed that I would be staying with her for my entire vacation, I was devastated and miserable. I would be going from house arrest to Michelle's medium security prison of an apartment, but I knew better than to argue. 

Michelle made it very clear from the moment I arrived that I was intruding on her life. She was even less thrilled about the arrangement than I was. She gave me a short, but thorough tour of the apartment. I was shown the couch where I would be sleeping. I was shown where I could get blankets and sheets and pillows. I was informed as to precisely what time those blankets and sheets and pillows should be back in their cupboards each morning. I was shown which towels were to be mine for the week. I was shown to the washer and dryer where I would be doing all my laundry at the end of the week, including sheets, pillowcases and towels. I was shown the front door, which I was never to use without letting my sister know precisely where I was going and how long I would be out. Since I had never before been to this city, and had nowhere to go that I could tell her about, I knew I would not be leaving the apartment. Finally, she showed me to one closed door. Her roommates shared that room. They were out of town for a few days and would be back late Thursday or early Friday. When they arrived, I was to keep out of their way and stay quiet. Until they arrived, I was not to go into their bedroom or even approach the door. I had no business in their room. 


There were a few good things about staying with my sister. Michelle kept late hours, for one thing. She left early each night and never got back before 4 am. I may have been confined to the apartment, but I had the run of the place. My parents were not breathing over my shoulder every minute. She had a large collection of videotapes and I was allowed full access. Best of all, I had unlimited use of the phone, including long distance, so long as Michelle didn't need it. Michelle had been mistakenly sued for a huge amount of money by her long distance provider and as an apology, they had given her free long distance service for a year. 

Still, after a few days, it was all starting to get old. I was feeling a bit stir crazy from being stuck in that apartment all the time. It wasn't much fun calling my friends either. When they were home at all, they were talking about all the parties I wasn't going to and the fun things I wasn't doing. It was a little depressing. By Wednesday, I was tense and frustrated and ready to do something crazy. 

My sister was going out again. She would be gone all night again. While she was getting ready, I made up my mind to do something other than just sit around while she was gone. As she hopped into the shower, I shut off the movie and went into her room, looking for something that might better occupy my time that night. Boy, did I ever find it. 

In just a few minutes, I learned more about my sister than all my 19 years had ever taught me. My sister, the conservative, uptight, unyielding bitch had drawers full of the sexiest, frilliest lingerie I had ever seen in my life. She had two closets full of hot, sexy clothes and accessories. She had a second, erotic, collection of videotapes. She had a great big box of sex toys. I was speechless. This was an incredible discovery. My sister was secretly cool.

The shower quit and I fled to the living room. I plopped on the couch and turned the movie back on. I would wait until she left and then explore properly. It seemed to take forever for her to get ready. She always insisted on looking perfect before leaving the apartment each evening. One movie ended and I popped in another. It was another inane romance. Boy meets Girl. Boy lies to Girl. Boy loses Girl. Stupid Girl forgives Stupid Boy. Happily Never After. 

Michelle finally finished her preparations. She left without a word to me, which I took as a good sign. No warnings or threats or scoldings. She was evidently satisfied with my behaviour so far. 

I'm ashamed to say that I ran to her room. I embarrassed myself with my eagerness, but I was that impatient. I did calm down enough to do a more thorough inspection of Michelle's room. Michelle had the master suite of the apartment. It had its own bathroom and his and hers closets. Michelle had filled one of those closets with cocktail dresses, sundresses, formal dresses, short, long and mini skirts, tops of every color and description. The wooden box of sex toys was in there too. The other closet had belts and scarves and ties and jewelry and shoes. Along the back wall was a series of shelves containing Michelle's second video collection. There were R-rated Playboy style videos, hardcore sex videos, and some extreme bondage stuff I was too intimidated to even touch. It was all organized neatly, each shelf labelled by category in Michelle's firm hand. On the floor of the closet was a large wooden box full of plastic, penis-shaped toys. Some of them spun and vibrated. It was all a little overwhelming.

I left the closets and examined the contents of her dresser. It was thrilling. Back home, I had a black lace thong stuffed behind my bookcase where my mother couldn't find it. Michelle had two drawers filled with thongs and crotchless panties and bras and G-strings of every colour ever seen. There were tiny straps and tissue-thin fabrics and cutouts and metal studs and things I wouldn't even know how to wear. 

I quickly shucked off all my clothes and plunged in with both hands. I pulled out several flimsy bits of see-through fabric and tried each of them on. I have to admit, I looked damn good. I felt sexy and powerful. I felt more naked than I did when I wore nothing at all. The little strings riding up my butt made me totally aware of how exposed my ass was. In those bras, my boobs did not feel covered up, but on display. When I looked at myself in the mirror, it seemed that my whole body was begging to be stared at and touched. I felt so vulnerable, I had to turn off the lights and look at my reflection in the low light coming from the hallway. My face was burning with lust and shame. 

I tried on several sets of underwear, but I had to stop before I got to them all. I was so totally aroused, I could feel the moisture seeping from between my legs. I didn't want to leave any telltale evidence on Michelle's things. I didn't really believe she would be sniffing her own panties to see if I had been in them, but I didn't want to take any chances. When we were kids, Michelle always knew when I had been playing with her toys, no matter how careful I was. 

I reluctantly put away the lingerie and eagerly opened the closet full of clothes. I tried on a tiny, slutty and lowcut cocktail dress and slid the door closed so I could ogle myself in the full length mirror. I have to say it. I looked good! I looked damn good. All my curves were shown off to the best possible advantage. I liked the way my nipples could almost be seen through the thin fabric. I loved the way my ass looked in that skirt. I found myself wishing that some of my guy friends back home could see me here in this magnificent outfit. If my sister had been a little nicer, I would have asked her to take a few pictures. 

I had taken off the first outfit and was trying to choose another when the front door suddnely opened. I must have jumped four feet. I almost screamed. If she caught me trying on her clothes, she'd kill me. If she even caught me in her room, I'd be sleeping on the balcony the rest of the week. There were footsteps coming toward the bedroom door. It wasn't even completely closed. I panicked and jumped in the closet to hide. 

I was terrified. My heart was pounding and my head was swimming. My hands were shaking and I was breathing hard. My whole body was trembling. I felt like I was about to faint. The bedroom door opened and I heard more footsteps. 

Then I heard a voice from the living room call in, "Emily, what are you doing? Why are you in Michelle's room?" It wasn't my sister, but her roommates.

A second voice, Emily's, I assume, answered. "Don't you remember? Michelle's sister is staying here this week. I'm sure she's sleeping in our room. 

"I thought Michelle was going to make her sleep on the floor or in the closet or something," said the first voice, sounding irritated.

"Do you do everything your sister tells you?" There was amusement in Emily's voice. "Imagine growing up with Michelle. That poor kid must be aching to break a few rules.

I knew exactly what it was like to grow up with Michelle. She was a controlling bitch with a fierce temper and a cruel sense of humour. Rebelling was the last thing on my mind. I had learned to obey Michelle absolutely. She had forbidden me to enter her roommates room, so it had never occurred to me to do so. At that moment, I was heartily wishing that she had declared her own room off limits as well. I wouldn't be in such a mess if she had.

I was just starting to realize how big a mess it was. Scarves and belts and shoes and purses surrounded me, but not a single pair of shorts. In my panic, I had chosen the wrong closet to hide in. I was completely naked and all of Michelle's clothes were in the other closet. As awkward and embarrassing as it would have been to be discovered in Michelle's closet, wearing her clothes, it would have been prefereable to the utter humiliation I'd be facing if I was caught like this.

I peeked out throught the crack between the door and the wall. A blonde girl was lying motionless on the bed holding a pillow over her face. Her legs were hanging off the edge of the bed. A second girl, with dark red hair came in and announced she was going to take a shower. The girl on the bed lifted her arm and gave a thumbs-up gesture, but didn't move otherwise.

Instead of heading to the bathroom, the redhead came towards the closet instead. I thought she had somehow seen me peeking out. I held my breath, waiting to be discovered, but she was only coming over to look at her reflection in the mirrored closet door, much as I'd been doing when they'd arrived.

She posed and smiled and flirted with the mirror, studying her own reflection. She was beautiful. I'm not bad-looking, but I would kill to have a figure like that. The girl started removing her clothes and dropping them to the floor, her eyes never leaving her reflection. In a few moments, she was as naked as I was, but rather than hiding in a closet, she was standing in the middle of the room, boldly admiring her own body. She didn't even turn off the light. I felt like a naughty, prepubescent boy, peeking at his sister's friends undressing. It was forbidden and exciting. 

The girl on the bed pulled the pillow from her face and watched her friend. My face burned with shame and embarrassment at the thought of being watched like that. The naked girl finished her examination and went into the restroom. I heard the shower come on a moment later.

The girl on the bed called out to her. I recognized the voice as the one belonging to Emily. "Laura, Michelle is gonna kill you if you leave your clothes on her floor." 

There was no response from the shower. Emily lay still for a few minutes. For a moment, I thought she had fallen asleep. I thought about trying to sneak out, but my body was still terrified and refused to move. Emily twisted herself over and around so that she was lying face down with her face and shoulders hanging off the foot of the bed. She started folding the clothes on the floor and putting them to the side. She found Michelle's dress and pulled it out from under the bed where I'd kicked it. Her hands stopped moving as she considered it. She reached further under the bed and started pulling out my clothes. She lifted her head and looked first toward the bedroom door and then the bathroom, an expression of concentration and curiosity fixed on her face. 

She glanced at the closet. Her eyes moved away, but immediately came back to gaze steadily at the closets, her eyes shifting back and forth between the clothes closet and the door I was hiding behind. She knew I was there.

There was a long moment of forever. I was frozen in fear. Emily didn't move, but seemed to be staring right at me. The moment was broken when the shower quit and Laura came back out, dripping wet and rubbing herself vigorously with the towel. Emily looked up at her roommate and then back toward me. She winked at me and a smile slowly spread across her face. I had never met her before in my life, but that expression was one of mischief if I've ever seen one. 

"Laura," she began innocently. "Do you think Michelle's sister knows what we do for a living?"

"Oh, hell, no!" exclaimed Laura. "Michelle's too careful for that. I'd been living here most of a year before I tumbled to what you two were up to."

"Maybe we should let her in on the secret," Emily giggled. 

Despite my predicament, I was curious. Michelle had told us that she was taking pictures for local advertisers. If that wasn't true, I couldn't imagine what kind of secret life Michelle might choose. 

"Oh, hell, no!" said Laura again, even louder. "Michelle would beat us black and blue and throw us out in the street. I've come to like this lifestyle, but I couldn't do it on my own and I'd be too scared to work for a pimp. I wouldn't even know how to find one. Michelle may be a controlling bitch, but she's the best thing that's ever happened to me and I'm not gonna mess it up."

"Maybe you're right," Emily said, a huge grin on her face. She glanced at the closet and back to Laura. "I'm pretty sure the sister already knows what's going on, but she certainly won't hear it from me." She started laughing wildly, rolling around on the bed in hysteria. 

I couldn't believe it. I pulled away from the closet door in shock. If Laura was telling the truth, she was a prostitute. They were all prostitutes. My older sister was a prostitute. Dozens, maybe even hundreds of men had paid money to have sex with her. In my mind, I pictured a long line of men, all naked, waiting for their turn with Michelle. It was a powerful, but disturbing vision.

I peeked out again and got another shock. Emily and Laura were locked together in a tight embrace and deep kiss. I'd never seen girls kissing. I'd heard of such relationships, but I didn't seriously believe in them. It was an amazing sight. I've been kissed many times, by boys. Most of them were trying to prove something. They had been rough or gentle or dominant or shy. Usually, they were trying to show me how much of a stud they were; expert kissers who had kissed a lot of girls before me. Never had I been kissed with such total passionate abandon, however. These were two girls! How could it be possible for a girl to feel such desire for another girl?

They pulled away and Laura started undressing Emily, who was grinning at me in a goofy way. Laura trailed light kisses over every inch of newly exposed skin. Emily's bra dropped to the floor and joined mine and Laura's and Michelle's clothes. Laura's mouth slid down and around the smooth skin of her very firm breasts. Her tongue licked between them. Laura kissed Emily's nipple, then clamped down hard. From the the movements in her cheek, I could tell Laura was sucking on Emily's tits.

I couldn't help but wonder if a girl's tongue felt different. I probably would not have been able to tell. I had only let two guys ever see my boobs and only one of them had gotten to play. I didn't have very much experience, but at that moment, I really, really wanted some. 

Watching those two girls was exciting and erotic. Again, I felt like that naughty little boy. I found myself longing to be out there. I wanted that to be my skin that Laura was so gently carressing. I wanted to feel those kisses on my body. When Emily knelt on the floor in front of Laura, my pussy was itching to feel that tongue. 

Suddenly, a voice called out from the bedroom doorway. "Just make yourselves at home, girls. Can I bring you anything to eat or drink or shall I wait until you're finished? You will let me know when my bedroom will be available for me to use, won't you?"

I knew that voice very well and I knew that sarcastic tone even better. Michelle was home. I stopped rubbing myself and froze up, trying to be as silent as possible. The naughty boy was gone. I was again the terrified little sister, naked and hiding in a closet. 

"Do either of you happen to know where my sister is?" asked Michelle. She seemed to have heard my thoughts and fears even without knowing I was there. 

Laura lifted herself onto her elbows. "She's in our bedroom, Michelle. Don't be mad." 

Emily pulled her face from between Laura's legs and said, giggling, "Yeah, we're only practicing for Saturday. You keep telling us how important it is."

"I told that little bitch to stay out of your room. I will not stand for this. I do not have time to follow her around keeping her out of trouble. While she is in my apartment, she will respect me and my rules or she's out of here."

"Come on, Michelle, give the kid a break," Emily said, still sitting on her knees between Laura's legs. "We don't mind her using our room. Your bed's more comfortable anyway.

Laura's expression became indignant. "Hey, speak for yourself! I like our bed."

Emily put two fingers into her mouth to moisten them, then slid them all the way into Laura's pussy. Her thumb pressed into the skin just above her clit and started massaging in circular motions. "Shut up, Laura," she said.

Laura flopped back down onto the bed, making little grunting noises. "Okay," she moaned in a breathless, high-pitched voice.

"That's all fine and dandy," Michelle said. "But where am I supposed to sleep tonight?"

"What makes you think you're gonna get any sleep?" Emily asked, giggling. Her face took on a naughty expression and she opened her mouth. She wiggled her tongue up and down as if she was licking something.

Then Michelle did something so unusual and out of character, I could hardly believe it was really my sister. She smiled.

"All right," she said with a big fake sigh. "You win. I give up. Do whatever you want to me."

Emily pulled her fingers out of Laura and crawled over to Michelle. Laura whimpered, but raised her head to watch. Emily kneeled at Michelle's feet and hugged her legs tightly. Michelle's short skirt was lifted above her waist, exposing her ass cheeks and thong underwear. Emily gripped the sides of the thong panties and in one swift, practiced motion, yanked it down to her ankles. It was obvious she'd done it many times before.


Weekend Ch. 01



I was on a bus with about a dozen other guys heading to the southern mountains in Germany for the weekend. I needed to get away since my two lovers, Helmut and Johann were away on holiday in the Canaries. I didn't know what to expect on this weekend jaunt but I knew what I wanted to do, suck lots of cock. I was craving multiple cocks, cocks fucking my mouth and unloading hot, thick globs of cum all over my face and filling my mouth. I know that I am a slut and a whore for cock and that was my sole goal on this trip. Lately with Helmut and Johann, I had been gobbling them as well as their friends who were older. I have a severe weakness for older men, but this time I was surrounded by young studs in their twenties.

The leader of our group was Gerhardt, a gorgeous older guy in his mid thirties that I wanted badly. He was a bit taller than me with thick, brown hair that covered his ears and a sexy five o-clock shadow. When I boarded the bus earlier, I smiled broadly at him as I gave him my name, but he just nodded and motioned for me to find a seat on the bus. We gazed at one another for a few moments longer when he must have caught something on my face that told him I had the "hots" for him. As I made my way down the aisle, I looked back but he was all smiles with the other guys boarding the bus.

The bus droned on down the autobahn and most of the guys were asleep but not me. I couldn't keep my eyes or naughty thoughts off Gerhardt. I could see myself on my knees like a whore lovingly sucking his cock with his hand on the back of my head, guiding me to suck his cock the way he liked to have it sucked. "Fuck this!" I thought to myself and reached in my overnight bag for my fuck magazine. This was a nasty Danish issue of sexy she males. I always admired she males, gorgeous tits, female features and beautiful cocks! I quickly headed for the restroom at the back of the bus. 

Once inside, I nearly ripped off my jeans, sat down and started stroking myself. The cover was hot: a gorgeous dark skinned she male that posed standing over the cameraman. She had long, dark hair that her left hand was holding back from her sexy face, her other hand was poised on her hip. Her full lips were parted slightly, just like her implanted tits that had a string of pearls between them. She was completely shaved and her long hard cock was pointing down at the camera. I came hard and grunted a bit loud but I didn't give a shit. The magazine slipped out my hand as soon as I heard the knock on the restroom door. 

"Moment," I breathed out hoarsely. I pulled my jeans up and quickly zipped and buttoned. I started to open the door when I realized my magazine was still on the floor. The door was partially open and a page was exposed on the other side. I pushed fast and hard, reached down and picked up my magazine. I rolled it and re-opened the door. 

"Are you okay?" it was Gerhardt.

"Uhm, yes...yes I am." I was flushed, my face felt hot and beads of sweat started to form on my brow. I started to exit the restroom but Gerhardt didn't budge an inch, so I brushed up against him. 

"What do you have there?" he asked indicating to my rolled up fuck magazine in my hand. 

"Oh, just a map of the area we're going to." My excuse sounded weak and lying. 

"We'll be arriving soon and you may want to shower." His quickly gazed down at my crotch and then he brushed past me and headed back towards the front of the bus where his seat was located. I still stood there petrified to look down but finally grew my balls back and looked. There were dark stains on the front of my jeans that I knew were cum. I didn't have a chance to clean up and just pulled my jeans over my hot cum, which was now cold and sticky.

The bus finally arrived to our destination. It was still light out but the sun was already falling behind the mountains and it would be dark soon. We were hustled into a large dinning where there was hot food and drink waiting for us. After dinner, we were escorted to a large room filled with seats and we all sat down. Gerhardt stood before us and introduced us to the owner of the place, Dieter.

Dieter was a tall, thickly built red head with a full red beard to match. His pale skin told me it hadn't seen sun from the day he was born. He welcomed us, laid out the ground rules, told where all the facilities were located and such, then he turned it back over to Gerhardt who was going to give us our room assignments. Of course my naughty mind was hoping to get Gerhardt as my roommate but as fate would have it, there was one room that wasn't going to have a mate. Of course it was me but at this point I didn't give a crap and just wanted to get some rest.

I grabbed my bag like the rest of the guys and headed to my room. Once inside, I threw my bag on the bed and opened it. On top was my magazine and I just stared at it. That gorgeous hard cock the sexy she male was sporting got me hot and bothered again. I reached further into my bag and fished out what I needed and waited for about thirty minutes. After the thirty minutes, I stood up and headed out of my room for some adventure.



Weekend Ch. 01



Through the crack in the door, I was staring right at my sister's bare backside. Emily pressed her cheek against Michelle's thigh and winked at me. 

She moved her head back to the front, giving herself an eye-level view of Michelle's crotch. I couldn't see her face.  Michelle's naked ass was between us. Emily let the skirt drop, covering her head. 

There were a lot of things going on under that skirt. Michelle was moaning and yelling as a result of them. Emily's covered head was very active. Whatever Emily was doing with her mouth was having a tremendous effect on Michelle. She would grab Emily's head and thrust her hips convulsively. Other times, she seemed to be leaning against Emily for support, her body weak and trembling. Sometimes, it seemed she was trying to do both at once. One of Emily's hands had disappeared under the skirt, and something very wet was going on. I could hear slippery noises. 

Suddenly, Michelle's hand flew up to cover her mouth, muffling the scream with tightly cleched fingers. Her whole body shuddered and Emily shuddered with her, Michelle's other hand pressed against the back of Emily's head.

Michelle smiled dreamily and unfastened her skirt, freeing Emily's head. The two of them joined Laura on the bed. She was lying flat on her back with her legs spread wide and her fingers playing between them. Michelle and Emily crawled up to lie on either side of her.

My sister and her roommates began slowly carressing and kissing each other. Their hands and lips went everywhere, fingers searching, tongues probing. While I watched, those girls took each other in every way a girl could possibly be taken. My own body was responding to what they did. As Laura was licking Emily's ass cheeks, I had my nipples twisting in my fingers. When Emily was under tickle attack by the other two, all three girls writhing together in joyful abandon, I had two fingers buried deep in my pussy and my clit was suffering a tickle attack of its own from my thumb. When Michelle buried her face between Emily's legs and fingered Laura's pussy at the same time, it was just too much for me. 

I picked up one of the shoes from the bottom of the closet and pressed the heel against myself. I was humping the shoe and fiercely fingering my clit. I kept my eyes glued to the action on my sister's bed. "Hookers," I whispered. "Whores!" The words added heat. The knowledge of all those men fucking those three girls over and over again brought my excitement to a fever pitch. The sexual energy overwhelmed me. These girls were pure sex and I was able to share it. The naughty little boy was gone. I was a very naughty little girl, watching naughty big girls, anxious for my turn. 

It ended too soon. After a few strained grunts, some powerful, throaty moans and one shrieking squeal, the three girls had worn each other out. My own muffled squeak was lost among the noises of ecstasy from the bedroom. It was the best orgasm I'd ever had, the best show I'd ever seen. Now I had to wait for the curtain.

I was extremely satisfied and a little trembly. I was also a bit sleepy, but I was still stuck in the closet without any clothes on. I wasn't the only naked girl in the room, but I was the only one who didn't belong. I had to wait for the others to fall asleep. 

It didn't really take that long, but I was trying not to fall asleep myself. Watching them cuddle up, warm and cozy, under the covers, was difficult. As they murmured softly together, their eyes closed and their bodies relaxed, my own body responded as it had before. Fatigue seemed to grip me. The Sandman was becoming insistent. 

Finally, I could wait no longer. Michelle was not yet snoring, but she seemed to be sleeping. Emily and Laura lay on either side of her, snuggled up against her, their fingers twined together on Michelle's belly. I crept out of the closet, opening and closing the door as quietly as I could. I made it to the door and outside without incident, but my heart was pounding. The fear had brought me fully awake again. 

I went to Emily and Laura's room. I seemed to have their permission to sleep there, and Michelle believed I was in there already. I crept in slowly, still feeling naughty, still afraid of being caught. Knowing that I was in the bedroom of prostitutes, I wanted to snoop around. But Emily had covered for me with Michelle. I had never even spoken to her, and she had protected me from my sister. I felt obliged to leave their privacy intact. I owed her that much.

I crawled into their bed, pulling the covers over me. It was nice to be in a real bed again. I loved the feel of the sheets against my bare skin. I was required to wear very modest pajamas back home and Michelle had insisted that I sleep fully clothed and change every morning when she got me up. Just in case she had early morning or late night company, she wanted me decently attired. I had never slept naked in my entire life. I snuggled into the soft mattress, feeling the cloth slide across my body, luxuriating in the feeling, enjoying my own nudity. I had never been naked for so long at a time.

I thought about that for a little, and gradually realized that my clothes were still crumpled on the floor of Michelle's bedroom. No matter how careful I'd sneaked out of there, the game was up if she found them.

I had to get up and go back to Michelle's room. I was able to creep inside quietly, without disturbing them. Very slowly, I crawled across the floor and found the pile of clothing. There was little light, but I managed to identify my pieces by touch and separate them from Michelle's and Emily's and Laura's garments. I crawled back to the door, dragging the clothes carefully behind me. I was almost home free, and I got careless.

I stood up quickly and slammed my head hard against the underside of the doorknob. There was a metallic clang from the doorknob and a loud wooden thud from the door and doorframe. As I eased out the door, wincing in pain, rubbing my head and with all my clothes in my hands, I could see three startled pairs of eyes watching me from the bed. Two of those eyes were very angry.

I closed the door and went back to bed. I went to sleep, dreading the morning. Wednesday had been the most eventful, life-changing day I'd ever experienced. What would Thursday bring?



Weekend Ch. 02



Weekend, Part 2 - Thursday

I woke up late the next morning, and slowly. I was feeling so relaxed. I had put myself to sleep by letting the erotic scenes play through my head while my fingers played somewhere else.

Other memories were not so pleasant.  Fear of my sister intruded on my relaxation. Shame and embarrassment were also represented. Michelle would never forgive me for what I'd done. I had seen her, spied on her in an extremely private moment. I knew secrets about her now, dark, devastating secrets. My sister was going to be very angry with me. Michelle, who was cold and rude and nasty at her friendliest was going to be furious. 

I got up reluctantly. Michelle had not waked me up. I put on the clothes from last night and as bravely as I could, I came out into the next room. 

Michelle was in the kitchen. I could feel her eyes on me, but I couldn't look her in the face yet. I had seen every secret of my sister's body. I had seen her used over and over again, but somehow, I was the one who felt violated and full of shame. I quickly grabbed up some fresh clothes and went into the bathroom to shower and change. 

Under the hot water, I tried to adjust to all that had happened.

My sexuality had long been repressed by my parents and their fierce rules. I had been forced to hide my emerging sexual nature and erotic feelings. Now my sister and her roommates had forced me to confront those feelings and experience them with an intensity I'd never imagined. It wasn't fair. I was almost a virgin and they were perverting me. I'd gotten turned on watching naked girls. I wasn't supposed to like that. The few bits of filtered sexual culture that had seeped through my strict conservative background were very firm on that point. 

I tried to be angry with Michelle. She was a prostitute, a hooker, a whore. I hadn't yet come to terms with that yet, but somehow it seemed to justify her activities of the night before. As a prostitute, she had a right to be as perverted as she liked. She did not have the right to drag me into depravity with her. The justification didn't work, however. I couldn't legitimately blame Michelle. I was the one who had been snooping around. I had put myself in that position. Michelle had not wanted me there in the first place. I also had to accept that my sexual feelings were entirely my own. None of what had happened had revolted or disgusted me. Nobody had forced me to watch the things happening outside that closet. I could have stayed in the dark if I'd chosen. Instead, I'd glued my eye to that narrow crack and stared. I'd been fascinated and mesmerized. I'd been totally turned on. If I was a pervert, they didn't make me that way. They had only helped me to find out. I turned off the shower. 

I got dressed and went back into the living room. Michelle looked up as I came out. I was able to look at her this time. The shame and guilt were gone and I'd even managed to deal with her profession. She wasn't who I thought she was, but I wasn't who I thought I was either.

I was ready to face Michelle's rage. I braced myself for my sister's powerful temper. In the past, she had reduced me to tears with just a disapproving look or gesture. Now, I felt up to facing her entire arsenal. She looked up at me, her face the expressionless mask I knew so well. A long moment passed. She licked her lips as she studied me. Briefly, I pictured where those lips had been last night and just exactly what she'd been licking at the time. That was gonna make it easier. I forced myself to relax.

Then the words came. "Your breakfast is on the counter," she said. She sounded amused.

My jaw literally dropped. Where were the threats and accusations? Where was the bitter sarcasm? I was expecting a lecture, words carefully chosen to sound mild, but just insulting enough to carry a very sharp edge. Instead, I got breakfast, with eggs and pancakes and tomato wedges, toast with butter and cinnamon, a tall glass of apple juice. 

Michelle laughed at my expression and went back into her bedroom. At least the mocking humour was familiar. It sounded more like the Michelle I knew. It even sounded like the Michelle I used to know. Years ago, before she was a bitch, before she even turned wild, she used to laugh like that. 

When we were kids, she was always leading us into new adventures and discoveries. She would insist I accompany her, but get impatient when I couldn't keep up or when the difference in our ages became prounounced. She taught me to ride a bike and laughed when I tipped over. She taught me to rolller blade and laughed when I fell down. But the laughter wasn't cruel back then and she was always quick to hug me when I cried. I missed my sister. I had missed her for years.

I cried as I ate the breakfast she'd fixed, but she didn't come to hug me this time. It wasn't me she was hugging anymore. Judging from the sounds behind her door, there was a lot more than hugging going on. My sister didn't need me anymore.

I needed to connect with Michelle again. I was absolutely determined to do it. First, I had to learn all I could about my sister's new life, but there was no way I could ask her directly. I didn't know her well enough anymore, but Emily did. Maybe Emily would help me. I would have to ask, but later. She was a little busy.

I finished my breakfast and washed the dishes, then plopped down on the sofa to wait. The movie I'd been watching the day before was still in the VCR. I started watching from where I left off, but it was like watching a completely different movie. Overnight, my perspective had changed so much, nothing seemed the same. 

My casual, everyday cynicism and the chip on my shoulder were washed away, at least for a little while. I was ready to believe in things again. I was able to see not only the movie, but everything around me with a warmer appreciation. Then I fell asleep. 

Emily woke me up. She was sitting on the sofa with me, stroking my hair.

"Wake up, honey," she said softly. "I need your help."

We had never in our lives spoken to each other, but it seemed perfectly natural that she would ask for my help. She had already done plenty for me.

"I need to go to the store," she said. "It's my turn to do the shopping. I've got a date tonight and I'm expecting him to call this afternoon to make arrangements. Would you take care of that for me?"

I nodded mutely. I wondered if this was a real date or a customer, but I didn't dare ask. The courage from my earlier determination was gone. Did they even go on real dates, I wondered. They didn't seem to need them.

She winked at me and said, "He'll call himself 'Aztec' and ask to confirm his appointment with Katrina. Write 'Katrina' on the notepad by the phone and take down his hotel and room number. Tell him I'll be there at 8 o'clock and make up a confirmation code word to give him. Write the code word down on the notepad along with the rest. Mark down the time he called and put the note in the basket on the counter. Got all that?

"Don't worry," she said, laughing at my bewildered expression. "He knows the procedure. He'll have all the information ready. If anybody else calls, tell them to call back later.

She thanked me and apologized for having to ask me to help. Michelle and Laura were out making arrangements and buying supplies for a big party the three of them were throwing on Saturday. I said I was glad to help.

I stammered through an awkward 'Thank you' to her for trying to cover for me the night before. 

She smiled. "I'll bet you're just full of questions for me, aren't you? You've never seen that side of your sister, I'm sure. When I get back from the store, you can ask me whatever you want to.

After she left, I wandered around the apartment, trying to think of questions. Emily was right. I had no end of things I wanted to ask, but I wasn't sure I had the courage to actually ask them. How many guys had she slept with? Did she like it? How much did she charge?

Just after 2, the phone rang. It wasn't the apartment telephone, but one of several cell phones sitting on a small table in the kitchen. I answered it, and sure enough, it was Aztec. I was talking to a john. He was going to pay Emily to have sex with him and I was going to help.

Emily was right. He had all the information she'd asked for. He even prompted me for his confirmation word. I gave him the word "Breakfast." When I hung up, I felt a little dirty, but I liked it.

When Emily came home, I was ready. I waited until she put away the groceries. I tried to help, but I didn't know where anything went. I just got in her way and slowed her up. Emily banished me to the sofa.

When she finished, she fixed us each a glass of iced tea, read the note in the basket and came to sit with me on the sofa. 

As she handed me the glass, my mind went blank. All my questions were forgotten. My mouth was suddenly dry. I gulped down some tea, and managed to stammer out "How...why?"

She laughed at my nervousness. She told me that my sister was the wildest craziest, most daring person she'd ever met. "Most of the time," Emily said sadly, "she bottles it all up inside. She locks herself into a tight, angry little shell, but little by little, she's learning to let go. 

Emily told me stories of wet t-shirt contests, backstage parties and flashing strangers on the street. A local nightclub DJ frequently invited Michelle into his booth to let her choose the music. She ran a betting pool in a sports bar. She was suing a mechanic and a hairstylist and was learning to play the guitar. To pay the bills, she was a prostitute.

According to Emily, it was fun and easy and really good money. With a few precautions, it was relatively safe. New clients were very carefully screened. Names and addresses were obtained and discreetly verified before any transaction could occur. Code names and passwords were used on the telephone to prevent incrimination.

Emily said she'd been a bartender when she'd met Michelle. They'd gotten to be friends and frequently gone out drinking together. In a moment of drunken honesty, she'd confessed to Michelle that she had once taken $100 to sleep with a friend of her brother.

Michelle had taken the idea and turned it into a business. 

It had been a rocky start and they'd had trouble paying the bills at first. Laura had just been a roommate at first, brought in to help with the rent. As business picked up, she'd been gradually clued in and recruited. Now they were becoming very successful and Michelle was looking to expand. They needed to quickly build a stable and loyal customer base before their competitors felt threatened and tried to drive them out of business.

It was a tough business. Advertising was difficult and security was all-important, so new clients were hard to cultivate. Competition was fierce and when your rivals got nasty, you couldn't exactly go to the better business bureau. When an industry is outside the law, so are the tactics. Saturday's party was going to establish them as a strong and vital player and enable them to continue growing.

Emily talked to me for most of the afternoon, then started getting ready for Aztec. As she was getting dressed, she let me look through her closet. I could try on anything I liked, so long as I put everything back when I was done and showered before I started.

I was in and out of the shower in five minutes, eager to accept her offer. She guided my choices and helped me design the most alluring outfits from combinations of the most flattering pieces. I looked like a hooker myself.

Emily must have thought so too, because she invited me to come with her. I didn't have to do anything I didn't want to, she assured me, but I might enjoy the experience.

"I know you like to watch," she said, winking.

I blushed from head to toe, but I said yes. I quickly agreed to go, before my cowardice asserted itself. I refused to chicken out. I refused to let myself chicken out.

That night, at eight o'clock, I was standing in a busy hotel lobby in the sexiest clothes I'd ever worn, waiting to experience something wild. Emily picked up a housephone and asked for Aztec's room number. When he answered, she quietly muttered, "Aztec" She held the phone so I could hear a voice respond with "Breakfast."

"Now we wait," said Emily to me as she hung up. She had explained the necessity of meeting the client away from the room and being escorted up. The hotel staff was already glancing at us suspiciously. It would not do to be seen wandering through the hallways by ourselves.

We didn't have long to wait. The third time the elevator opened, a well-dressed man in his forties came out and Emily rushed to hug him. Most of the suspicious glares disappeared.

Emily gestured for me to follow them and the three of us rode up in silence. Aztec was clearly puzzled by me, but explanations would come later. Emily clung to him like an old friend or a daughter, friendly and charming, but appropriately reserved. 

Once inside his room, Emily was much friendlier. She kissed him with all the passion of a great lover, or at least a great actress. She was very affectionate and her hands intimately stroked his entire body, including his groin and butt. Her voice was soft and gentle. She had a sweet, but knowing smile on her face. Emily had disappeared. I was looking at "Katrina." After Katrina and Aztec had finished their re-acquaintance, she smiled at me and winked. It was time for introductions.

"This is Scarlett's sister, Crimson. You remember Scarlett, don't you?" she asked him. He nodded and smiled and his eyes got wide. He definitely remembered "Scarlett."  Katrina told him that she was bending the rules a bit, but that as a preferred client, he could be trusted. 

The story she told him about me was mostly true. I was visiting from out of town. I was curious about the lives and lifestyles of my sister and her friends. I was in the room to watch, not to participate. I was to be considered forbidden and untouchable. That much was true enough. But I was not, however, "an untried virgin." That time with Danny might not have amounted to very much, but it certainly counted. The part of her story that made me the most uncomfortable, however, was her assertion that I was planning on joining my sister in her business as soon as I had some more experience. I'll admit that I had flirted with the fantasy of being an expensive, high class callgirl when Emily was describing the lifestyle to me, but I was perfectly willing to leave it as a fantasy.

Katrina finished the introduction and got down to business. "I remember how much you like to be watched. Amber still talks about how excited she used to get watching you fuck me and I could feel how hard you got when she was in the room. You were a real animal in bed and I had a wonderful time. If you'd like Crimson to stay, I'll have to charge you a little more than we charged for Amber, but Crimson is so much more pure. You'll be taking a little of her innocence. "

Aztec looked me over. I could almost feel his gaze roving over my body like the point of a spotlight glaring on my breasts and belly and hips, burning me through my clothes. The heat made me blush and I looked over at Emily/Katrina, who smiled at me and winked. I blushed even harder and looked at the floor. 

Aztec and Katrina discussed money for a few minutes. I couldn't hear them. The blood was pounding in my ears. I may not have been planning to have sex in this room, but I felt like a whore. My presence during a sexual activity was being paid for. I was being paid for. I should have been offended. I should have been furious. However, I had spent a long and frustrating time as a sexless and obedient child and it was refreshing and wonderful to be seen as a sexual adult being and even valued as a sex object. Rather than feeling exploited, I felt empowered.

The money was settled. Katrina put an envelope into her tiny little purse and handed it to me. Then she gently pressured Aztec onto the bed. He sat on the edge and she stood between his legs. She started to dance a little, although there was no music. She swayed and stretched sexily, and started to remove her clothes. Her shirt was very slowly unbuttoned and taken off. Dangling the shirt from one hand, she walked toward me. 

I was still standing, frozen, in the middle of the room. Katrina handed me the shirt and gripped my shoulders. She guided me into a chair by the dresser. She whispered to me, telling me to relax. "Let yourself go," she breathed gently into my ear. "Do whatever you feel like doing."

I watched as Katrina removed the rest of her clothes. After removing each garment, she'd bring it to me, then return to Aztec. Her hand would stroke my chin or pet my hair as she dropped the article of clothing into my lap. A couple of times, she even kissed my cheek.

My instinct was to clutch the clothes, grip them, hide behind them in excitement and fear. I forced myself to relax and open up. As each garment was given to me, I laid it on the dresser beside me. I sat with my shoulders back and my legs uncrossed. I let myself enjoy the gaze of Aztec. Every time Katrina came to me, I felt Aztec's eyes watching me as I interacted with his paid-for sex partner.

When Katrina was nude, she stood in front of him and let him admire her body. She turned away from him to face me and slowly bent over. Her naked ass and pussy were almost in Aztec's face. She smiled at me. "Take off your clothes," she said. For one terrified moment, I thought she was talking to me, but Aztec stood up and eagerly started yanking things off. I was both relieved and disappointed. I surprised myself. I wanted to be naked. I wanted Aztec to appreciate and desire me. I even wanted Katrina to desire me. 

In no time, Aztec and Katrina were both naked, facing each other. Last night's show of girlplay was almost forgotten. I was about to see the real thing. One male and one female were going to have sex together in front of me. 

His cock was stiff and hard and pointing at Katrina. She moved toward him, letting his thing touch her. She gripped it with one hand and stroked it. I was mesmerized.

I had never really seen a man's cock before. When Danny and I had done our thing, it had been quick and hurried, with no time for visual appreciation. In my senior year of high school, my parents had taken to shoving me out the door an hour and half before the schoolbus arrived. They went to work early and didn't trust me alone in the house. Danny was a neighbor who was sweet enough to wait with me. We used to tease each other about sex almost constantly. Without specifically saying so, I was daring him to make a move, too petrified to make one of my own. I'm sure he felt the same way. One morning, the teasing had gotten serious. We went behind the hedges of my house and I lost my virginity. It was very quick and very awkward. I yanked off my panties and he popped open his jeans. He poked and prodded me, trying to find the right place to put it and suddenly, he was in. It hurt for just a moment, and then he slipped out again. I got jabbed several more times as he tried to put it back inside me. He never made it. Danny started groaning and something wet hit my leg. Then it was over. We went to school. I never saw his cock.

Katrina was holding Aztec's cock like she would never let go. She had him sit on the bed, never releasing him for a moment. She pulled and stroked it and twisted her hand around it. She knelt between his legs and got a good grip. With her other hand, she put something in her mouth, but I didn't catch what it was. She put her head down into his lap and put his penis into her mouth. I felt myself shudder. She slowly sucked his cock so far into her mouth, it must have almost been going down her throat. When she pulled her lips off him, he was wearing a condom. That was so cool. I wanted to see if I could do that. 




Weekend Ch. 02



The hot water felt good cascading over my body. I just stood there with my hands against the shower bulk savoring the hot water. My eyes closed I could have stood there for hours when I felt I wasn't alone. I looked over and saw Gerhardt standing casually against the wall. His left foot crossed over his right, left hip and shoulder against the wall paging through my fuck book! I looked down towards his crotch again and gasped as I hadn't noticed the first time my eyes traced his posture, that his gorgeous cock was fully erect! 

I whispered to myself, "oh my god!" I looked back up at him but Gerhardt was lost in the magazine, obviously admiring the hot she males inside the pages. Now I was a bit angered that he went into my personal bag and fished out my erotic magazine! I got tough and said, "Hallo?" which came out more of a question then one of authority. 

Gerhardt ignored me as he was deep into my fuck magazine. Water sliding over my body I walked over and stood directly in front of him. Gerhardt continued to ignore me. He ignored me so much that I felt as if I wasn't even there. I cleared my throat and asked him in his native tongue of German what he thought he was doing with my magazine. No response!

Without looking, I reached down and cupped his lopsided balls, the left one hung lower than the right. Without missing a beat, Gerhardt opened his stance, allowing me more room for my hand to grasp his hairy balls. I started massaging his sac, gentle to firm squeezing, pulling, and rolling them around in my hand. Gerhardt didn't budge but turned the page as he continued to ignore me.

I slowly dropped down until my knees were on the floor never taking my eyes off Gerhardt's face. With his balls still in my hand, I pulled them down which in turn lowered his cock to my eager mouth. A thick drop of pre-semen waited for me. I stuck my tongue out and gently flicked at it. His salty goo stretched from the tip of his cock as it caught my tongue. I could feel a rise between my own legs.

I opened my mouth and quickly swallowed his cock head into my mouth. As I always do when I'm giving head I moan out in sheer delight! Fuck did his cock taste good! I wanted more of his meat stick in my mouth so I slid down the length of his medium-thick shaft until the head was at the back of my throat. I reached up with my free hand and gripped the remainder of his shaft and started stroking him.

I slid my hand and mouth up and down his shaft thoroughly enjoying his dick in my mouth. I gobbled on his cock and looked up. My eyes followed the contours of his body, the slight paunch of his belly that was thick with hair all the way up to his even hairier chest. The magazine was in my way and I couldn't see if he was looking down at me. I groaned loudly with his delicious cock still in my mouth and the magazine moved a bit. 

He knew what he was doing, letting me see that he was still ignoring me as his full attention was on my magazine that he held. I thought, "Fuck it!" ignored him and continued gobbling on his long cock.

I jerked, stroked and licked his cock with fervor! I coated his entire cock with saliva that it ran down onto his hairy balls. When his dick was wet enough from my spit mixed with his pre-semen, I relaxed my throat and gobbled him all the way down to the base of his cock. Finally I had elicited a response from Gerhardt as he breathed heavily from his nose. I slid my tongue out and lapped at his balls which made Gerhardt squat down a bit. I kept lapping his balls until I started running out of breath and I pulled back as his gorgeous cock slowly, teasingly slid out of my throat until his head remained in my mouth. I slowly shook my head from side to side while sucking his cock head and then quickly deep throated him again, pressing my nose against his hairy belly. Reaching around with both hands I grabbed firmly onto his hairy ass and started rocking him back and forth so I could fuck my own mouth with his cock. I slammed his cock hard and fast down my throat, tears started to form out of the corners of my eyes. His cock twitched I pulled back, reaching back around with my right hand grabbing and stroking his cock. I knew he was ready to explode as I bobbed and stroked him firmly.

I pulled back to get a breath when the first thick glob of hot cum spurted out and partially landed in my mouth and lower lip. I opened my mouth as I stroked Gerhardt's quivering cock eagerly anticipating the next glob. It came harder and thicker than the first and landed just below my left eye and began to run down my cheek. I wanted his cum in my mouth and clamped my lips around his cock and sucked. He flooded my mouth with more salty cum which I quickly swallowed. I ran my thumb on the underside of the thick vein hoping for more cum. A few more thick drops oozed out and into my mouth.

My face decorated with globs of semen I looked up at Gerhardt, I was amazed at his demeanor, and his eyes were still glued to the magazine! I held onto his cock which started to become flaccid and used it to wipe his cum that had splashed cheek. I lovingly kissed his now limp dick and without a word, Gerhardt stepped back and turned and left me in the shower on my knees like a whore. I heard the door close when he left and the only sound remained was the drops of water coming from the shower head. I began to shiver.



Weekend Ch. 02



She put her mouth on him again. She sucked him and licked him and tickled him with her tongue. Aztec was moaning and whimpering. He sounded almost like he was crying. She teased and tormented him. I wondered what that felt like for Aztec. He was obviously enjoying it immensely. 

Katrina stood up and crawled onto the bed. She gripped Aztec's cock again as she straddled his body. I leaned forward so I could see every detail. She lowered herself to sit on his hips. His cock disappeared into her pussy. 

Katrina looked over her shoulder at me. "Do you want to come and watch?"

I stood up and almost leaped toward the bed. Katrina told me to have a seat and get comfortable. She raised herself up and lowered herself back down. Aztec's cock slid in and out of her. I could feel my own pussy tingling and twitching as I watched him enter hers. 

I realized that Aztec was staring up at me from the bed. It felt good. I felt erotic and sexy and alive. I started to fondle myself through my clothes. Almost without noticing, I started unbuttoning my shirt. I looked into Katrina's eyes and very deliberately took it off. I tossed it on the dresser with her clothes. 

Katrina stopped moving and got off Aztec. She suggested they try a new position. She guided me to stand at the foot of the bed. She kissed my cheek and whispered, "Why don't you give us a show."

She got on her hands and knees on the bed with Aztec kneeling behind her. I couldn't see the action anymore, but I could see the expressions on both their faces when he put himself back inside her. I heard them both grunt as his cock slipped into her pussy. The sexual passion in the room seemed a tangible thing, flowing and throbbing through my body. 

Aztec and Katrina were both watching me. I felt compelled to act. My hands reached to the closure on the bra I'd borrowed from Emily. My inhibitions were quickly melting away. I stared into Katrina's eyes, wondering what was going through her mind. My head was swimming. Aztec was thrusting hard against her. The bra dangled from my fingers, then dropped to the floor.

I could feel Aztec staring at my breasts. I was breathing hard, and my face was burning. My fingers were eagerly unzipping the tight skirt. I couldn't get it off fast enough. As it fell to my ankles, I was yanking down the g-string underneath. Aztec and Katrina were watching me as he plunged in and out of her pussy, both of them thrashing wildly. I was staring right back at them.

I was Crimson. I was a hot and erotic sex fiend. I stood in front of Aztec and MIchelle and pleasured myself for their enjoyment. My fingers slid in and out of my pussy as I watched them fuck in front of me. I furiously rubbed my clit. Aztec and I were looking at each other's faces when his whole body went rigid and started to tremble. I felt my own orgasm hit a moment later. The intensity was incredible. I nearly passed out. The whole world disappeared as I rocked on the edge of heaven.

When it was over, I could barely move. I had to sit down, so I went back to my chair. I felt like I'd just run the most wonderful marathon ever. All the tension seemed to be gone from my body and I was more relaxed than I'd ever been in my life. I looked over at Aztec. I was profoundly grateful that he had allowed me to watch. I felt perfectly comfortable being naked in front of him now. I felt so good, I could have stayed in that chair all night. Unfortunately, it was not to be.

At Emily's insistence, I was quickly dressed and out the door. As the door closed behind us, she softly said, "Bye, Billy. Let's do it again real soon, okay?" 

We didn't speak very much during the drive home. I was still feeling the euphoria of the experience. It was hard to believe that I could have been so bold. The only thing Emily said to me during that ride was that I was definitely Michelle's sister. 

When we'd pulled into their parking space, I started to get out, but Emily stopped me. She pulled Aztec's envelope from her purse and started counting. There was seven hundred dollars in there. She pulled my hand over into her lap and put two $100 bills into my hand. "He paid one hundred dollars extra when we arranged to have Laura watch, but I talked him into paying two hundred for you. Put it in your pocket. Just don't tell Laura or Michelle."

Back in the apartment, Emily put another two hundred into a box in one of the kitchen drawers. She told me that for every job, half always went to the house. They kept one bank account to pay the bills and a second account to pay for possible legal expenses or bail money.

"I still owe fifty dollars, but I don't have the right change. I'll make it up later. I've got three more dates scheduled tonight."

She said she needed to be at the next appointment in 45 minutes and was running behind. She grabbed up her purse and a jacket and left the apartment in a rush. 

I stood in the empty living room, feeling profoundly changed. My whole life was suddenly different. My carefully planned future of housewife and mother was not as clear as it had been just twenty-four hours ago. New opportunities were opening to me and I didn't know whether or not I would take them. 

The door opened up and Emily's impatient voice asked, "Are you coming?" 

I grabbed my own jacket and hurried after her, grinning. "Soon," I whispered to myself. "Very soon."



Weekend Ch. 03



For the second time in my life, I woke up naked. It was slow and gentle and enjoyable. I loved the relaxed comfort of being nude under the blankets, but I didn't immediately notice my lack of pajamas. I was very comfortable and I had been very tired the night before. I stretched and yawned and felt the sheets pull and slide across my skin delightfully. I opened my eyes just long enough to see that I was in Emily and Laura's bed again and that the morning sun was shining on my face. I turned away from the window, snuggled up against Emily and dozed off again. 

My third nude awakening was just moments later. Emily was in bed with me! What had I done? Had I done anything? Shock flooded through me like adrenaline. I was wide awake now, but I couldn't move. I lay there with my face resting on Emily's hair and my naked body pressed against her. 

Emily was not naked. I couldn't tell what she was wearing, but I could feel that her body was definitely encased in some kind of cloth. That was something, at least. As thin as the cloth was, there was at least a barrier between us. I had seen a lot in the past two days, but I wasn't ready for that level of intimacy. I wanted to thank God for small favours, but I would have been lying to Him, so I didn't.

I was refusing to admit it to myself, but I was enjoying Emily's closeness and warmth and scent. After all the things I had watched her do the night before, it was relaxing to just lie there. I even felt priviledged. Four different men had paid a lot of money to go to bed with Emily, and I was there by invitation. 

I was secretly even a little disappointed that she was not naked. It would have been naughtier and this was my week to be naughty. Next week, I would stop being Crimson, the sexy sister of the erotic Scarlett. I would again be Karen, the daughter of John and Caroline. I'd go back to being meek and obedient and repressed.

It was a depressing thought and it made me very sad. Then it made me angry. Why did I have to go back to that? Why the hell couldn't I be whoever I wanted to be?

I made myself a firm promise. I would stop being afraid. This week, for the first time I could remember, I had allowed myself to make my own decisions. This was my life. It was high time I had some say in it. I would no longer be afraid of myself.

I embraced my new philosophy by embracing Emily. She snorted and mumbled something that sounded like "Graceland," but she didn't wake up. The warm sun and my newfound comfort with myself were relaxing. I fell asleep.

For the fourth time in my life, I woke up naked. Emily was awake and dressed ang gently shaking me.

"Wake up, honey. I think we're in trouble. Your sister wants to talk to us."

I sat up immediately, sleep and drowsiness gone. If I'd had a double dose of caffeine injected directly into my veins and a bucket of ice water poured over my head, I could not have been more alert. My sister had an intimidating presence.

My resolution wavered for a few moments, but held. I would not be afraid, come what may. I put on a robe that Emily lent me and I followed her into the living room. 

"I had a phone call this morning," Michelle began, glaring coldly at Emily. "Mr. William Hauser wanted to thank me for sending Crimson over. I was quite surprised. I don't believe I have anyone by that name working with me. Would either of you happen to know to whom he was referring?

Michelle barely glanced at me, giving all her attention to Emily, who remained silent. 

"Let me refresh your memory," my sister said, her voice dripping with anger. "Mr. Hauser, also known as the client 'Aztec' told me that he was partying with Katrina last night. During the party, the mysterious Crimson put on a little show. Apparantly, it was quite a performance. He couldn't stop raving about it. She made a definite impression. He described her act in great detail. It was a shy, amateur striptease, he told me, clearly done by someone who had never done such a thing before. It was followed by a scorching show of sensuous self-gratification performed by a real artist. The girl was a first-rate actress, he said. She really made him believe she was for real.

"Does any of this ring a bell?" Michelle said sarcastically. We didn't answer. "No? Doesn't sound even the least bit familiar? Maybe another hint will do the trick. I've got one more clue as to Crimson's identity; one final piece of the puzzle that might fill in those stubborn gaps in your memory.

"Before he hung up, Mr. Hauser reminded me that he worked in advertising. He said that referring to Crimson as my sister was an excellent marketing tool, the perfect hook for grabbing the customer's attention.

"It's amazing what you can learn from a telephone call. According to Mr. William Hauser, Senior Vice President of Modern Marketing and Research, Incorporated, I have turned my own little sister into a callgirl. I must be suffering from my own memory lapse because I don't remember this at all. I don't recall the discussion, or the decision, or the methods used.

"Emily, I'm surprised at you. First of all, we have made it a very strict rule that all parties are to be arranged beforehand by telephone, without exception. Never negotiate in person. You're just asking to be arrested. You know that as well as I do.


"Next is the matter of recruitment. We do need some more girls and we are planning to expand, but we agreed to wait until after Saturday's party to start making plans.

"Finally, how dare you bring my sister into this without asking me? You had no right to make that call on your own. What the hell were you thinking?

Emily was sitting with her eyes closed. There were tears on her face. Michelle's words always expressed a great deal more than the literal meaning. If her words were friendly, you felt so sunny and happy to hear them. When she got nasty, you felt crushed. She could make you feel like the lowest, most miserable insect that ever burrowed into a pile of shit.

I was furious with both of them. For the first time, I'd been making my own choices about my life and my body. How dare she take that away from me by assuming that Emily was responsible? I couldn't understand why Emily was just taking the abuse. She had known for a long time the freedom that I had only just begun to realize. She had had the courage to take control of her life, so where was that courage now?

"Michelle," I said calmly, impressed at my own self-control, "Shut up. You've been breaking the law, lying to your family, exploiting your friends and profiting from the needs of lonely men. You've enjoyed the glamour life by joining the lowest class of society. There is no moral high ground here. You cannot lecture us about rules and ethics when you have no respect for either. Emily didn't push me into anything last night. She gave me a choice. It's about time somebody gave me a choice. I choose the glamour life.

I was proud of myself. I sounded confident and competent. I had faced her biting sarcasm with my new sense of self as a shield. She would have to find new levels of nastiness to affect me now. 

Michelle stared at me in amazement. I had never stood up to her before. Her eyes blazed with fury, but she couldn't speak. Her mouth opened and closed. She shut her eyes and took some deep breaths, trying to calm down.

"Fine," she muttered. "Aztec wants to see you both again. Tonight. Same time, same place. Full price apiece. Code word is 'white trash traitor bitch.'

She left the room. I looked over at Emily. She was still sitting there with her eyes closed and her cheeks wet, but there was a smile on her face.

"I've seen Michelle tear apart a lot of people," she said in a very quiet tone. "She embarrasses them and humiliates them and rips their egos into tiny little pieces. That's the first time I've ever seen it done to her. You are definitely her sister.

I was still irritated, but the comparison was flattering. I grabbed some clothes and went to the bedroom to dress.

When I came out, Emily invited me to lunch. Michelle was still shut up in her room and I didn't really want to wait for her to get over it. We went to a Chinese restaurant and had a long talk. Emily wanted me to be absolutely sure I knew what I was getting into. It could be a rough business if you didn't keep yourself centered.

"If you have any 'Pretty Woman' fantasies about a rich rescuer falling for you, get over them," she said. "In fact, if you have any thoughts at all about needing to be rescued, this isn't the job for you. We make very good money, but if you believe that what we do is in any way wrong or immoral or shameful or degrading, then you'll end up hating yourself and all the money in the world isn't worth that.

"What we're doing is providing a service. It may not be an absolutely essential service, but most psychiatrists have built their practices around the non-essential service of simply making people feel better about themselves for a while. That's what we really do. We give a few minutes of intense physical pleasure. We're therapeutic and therefore beneficial. 

"Some of our clients are the college kids looking for a thrill and some of them are lonely men who cannot get a date. Most, however, are aging, married men who do not have the talent or the guts to have an affair. They all want a willing sex partner without the entanglements that usually go with it. A few men really will want to rescue you, and you have to discourage them gently. It isn't good for you or them to believe that such a relationship will truly work. At best, you would end up with a single long-term client who would probably try to control your every move. You can stay happy and have a good life, but only if you keep your business separate from your personal life.

After lunch, we went shopping. I'd gone with Emily on four dates the day before, and she'd negotiated with each of them for my presence. I had $720 and was eager to spend some of it. It was a lot more money than I ever had at home.

First, we bought clothes. I bought some nice clothes. I made a good start on my own callgirl wardrobe.

Next came supplies. Emily guided me to the things I would need. I needed a small purse that I could grab quickly if I had to. I needed a good basic set of makeup and hair products. I needed a good musky perfume. One customer should not be able to smell another or whether or not you'd had a shower. Finally, I needed lubricants and condoms.

These last two items were embarrassing to buy, especially since Emily insisted I wear one of my new hooker costumes when I did it. She said I needed to get used to the attention, but I knew she was enjoying my humiliation. Standing in line at the Wal-Mart in artfully torn Daisy Dukes and a denim bra was bad enough, but carrying economy size boxes of Trojans and K-Y Jelly was simply shocking to the socializing retirees who are always there.

Emily went ahead of me in line with a bag of Cheetos and a Diet Coke, pretending not to know me. As she picked up her bag, she stopped and looked me over, acting totally disgusted.

"Slut," she muttered loudly, then left to wait for me in the car. She was grinning as she exited the store.

I was left to face the reactions alone. The expression on the clerk's face showed that she agreed with Emily's description. The other people in line were looking at me with expressions of shock, disapproval and lust. 

To my surprise, I wasn't embarrassed. I was through being embarrassed. I wasn't even angry. I was free. I had escaped their tiny world. I would no longer be a victim to my parents' narrow, vindictive and hateful morality. Now I was me. I left the store, proudly carrying my purchases. Emily and I laughed all the way home.

It was time to start getting ready. I took great care in choosing my outfit, selecting a lacy, light blue g-string, the first one I'd ever owned, and a matching, see-through bra. I was extremely nervous, but I was at least able to look at my reflection and appreciate what I saw without having to shut off the lights for shame. I wasn't gonna let anything intimidate me into backing out of my new plans, but it was still a scary prospect. Knowing that my first client was going to be Aztec made it just a little bit easier. He'd already seen me naked. He'd seen me play with myself. To Aztec, I was already sexy and wild. 

To Emily, I was a little too sexy and wild. She vetoed the miniskirt I had planned to wear and suggested that I choose something a little more conservative, looking pointedly at a much more modest skirt lying on the bed. She said that we should look sexy, but not indecent. To the conservative management of an upscale hotel, a miniskirt was indecent. If it had been up to me, I'd have gone without underwear at all. Despite my fear, I was also very eager.

As we rode to the hotel, I let the anticipation thrill through me. I closed my eyes and remembered the lust in his eyes as he'd watched me the night before. I gave the experience to my imagination and felt his hands touching me, his fingers sliding over my bare flesh. I imagined holding his hard penis in my hands, rubbing it and watching him react. I wondered if I could do what Emily had done with the condom. I was resolved to take him into my body, to let his cock into my pussy, but I wasn't sure I was ready to let him put it in my mouth. I tried to imagine what his cock would feel like. I wondered if it would be different from Danny back home. 

We got there and went through the ritual. He came down and escorted us to his room. I studied him as we rode the elevator. I imagined his body on top of me, pressing me into the mattress and pushing deep inside me. I hoped I wouldn't seem awkward. The walk from the elevator to the room was one of the longest I've ever taken in my life. It felt like the last walk of a condemned man. My innocence was going to die in that room, sacrificed to create a new and different me. As he opened the door, I took a deep breath and said goodbye to the old me. Then I walked inside.

Once the door closed, Emily started kissing and hugging him. I followed her example, but he only let me kiss him a few times before pulling away. 

"No," he said, his eyes burning into me. "That's not what I want. Last night was great. You're the hottest new girl I've seen in a while, but I don't want to fuck you. I want to watch you. 

He looked over at Emily. She was smiling at us both invitingly, already playing the part of 'Katrina.' He pointed at her and looked back at me. "Tonight, I want to watch you with her," he said. 

I felt the blood drain from my face. My mouth was hanging open. I was terrified. This was not something I'd bargained for. That diminishing part of me that still belonged to my parents was shocked and disgusted. It wanted to throw up. I saw Emily give me a concerned glance, but then Katrina's smile reappeared. 

"Don't worry," she said. "It won't be hard as you expected when you came in here. It will be nice and soft and wet instead."

Despite my fear, I laughed at the wordplay. I tried to relax and let myself adjust to the idea. I was frightened, but I was also angry at myself for being frightened. I was Crimson, Dammit! I was Crimson! 

The images of Wednesday night came back to me. The sight of Emily, Laura and Michelle tumbling together in the bed had made quite an impression. I remembered my own reaction as well. The blood came back to my face in a heated flush. Maybe I could do this after all.

I took a hesitant step toward Katrina. She was not at all hesitant. She closed the distance between us and took me in her arms. She was warm and smelled good. Her arms felt nice as they held me. I was extremely aware of her breasts. They pressed against mine, moving against me. She looked into my eyes and very gently kissed me. She moved slowly, never rushing, always giving me an opportunity to stop things if I got uncomfortable.

I tried to hold off my fear. I kept telling myself, "This is my job now. This is my life." I repeated it over and over like a mantra, trying to reassure myself. Then I realized; I didn't need to be reassured. 

The hands sliding down over my ass felt wonderful. Katrina's lips were soft and delightful. The arms that held me were strong and safe. I was responding with a passion I never expected. I put my arms around her and pulled her even closer. Her fingers were slowly creeping back up and taking my skirt with them. The G-string hid nothing of my rear. I felt my bare butt slowly being revealed. I was no longer afraid. I felt empowered again. Aztec was staring at my naked ass and we were both enjoying it. Katrina let the skirt drop again, covering my ass again. I missed the exposure, but my forced modesty didn't last long. 

Without any discussion or decision, we had started undressing each other. Katrina stepped back a little, with her hands on my hips and started lowering the zipper on the side of my skirt. I responded by pulling Katrina's shirt off. I'm not sure if it was because the midriff-baring top was so tiny or because I was so eager, but it didn't take long to remove it. Things started happening faster then. Moving almost by themselves, my fingers were automatically unhooking her bra. Her breasts were bare and beautiful and mine to touch if I chose, but I had already started undoing her shorts. I was wearing just a g-string and bra by now and Katrina's experienced hands were working quickly to remedy that. I felt the bra being pulled off and it dropped to the floor between us, immediately covered by her shorts. 

"Stop," came a hoarse whisper. "Stop for just a minute. "

Aztec had stopped us. We were both naked, except for g-strings, and he wanted something of us before we took those off. 

"Please," he said. "I want to look at you. Bend over on the bed and let me look at you."

We did as he said. Hip to hip with Katrina, I leaned forward onto the mattress. Our heads rested on the blanket and our asses were thrust backward for his inspection. I was thrilled to feel his eyes on me, exploring my curves, peering at the tiny string running between the cheeks. When his warm hand touched me, where nobody's hand but mine had ever touched me before, the heat seemed to flow through my whole body, sending sensations of pleasure deep down into other untouched territories.

His hands rested on our asses for just a few, long, short moments. Then they were gone.

"Take the rest of it off now," he said, still standing close by. "Use your teeth."

I stood and faced Aztec. Katrina gracefully sank to her knees in front of me. I could feel her hot breath on my thigh. Her hands were on my waist. Her lips were on my hip. Her teeth scraped gently on my skin, gripping the fabric. One side was pulled down, but not very far. Katrina's mouth travelled around to pull the other side down just as slightly.

She went back and forth, teasing both Aztec and myself. When the g-string was hanging about halfway down my hips, she stopped tugging at the sides. Her lips slid around my waist and kissed my naval. She lowered her head and pushed her face between my legs. Her breath was heating up my pussy now. I could feel the warm humidity of her breath combining with the hot wetness leaking out of me. Then Katrina bit down hard on the crotch of the g-string. She started tugging, gently at first, but increasing her pull. She was soon pulling so hard that I nearly lost my balance when the g-string finally slipped down to my thighs. She kept tugging at the tiny blue garment until it was wrapped around my ankles. She sucked my g-string further into her mouth and nudged my toes with her nose to get me to step out of it. I stood there, completely naked now, letting Aztec look me up and down. Katrina stood up. She had a smile on her face, but it was somewhat obscured by my underwear still hanging from her mouth.




Weekend Ch. 03



Conclusion

That evening after the hike, I was eating dinner again at a table with some of the other hikers, but was lost in thought about the two cocks I had sucked off during the hike. It was hot having two gorgeous meat sticks in my mouth, but I was craving more. "Oh well" I thought to myself, tomorrow I leave back to the city and at least I had a few cocks that I sampled. I wasn't very hungry and had barley tasted my food when Gerhardt came up to me.

"Not hungry?" he asked. I looked up at him and before I could answer he cut me off, "Well then, Dieter wishes to see you in his office at once!"

I stood up and followed Gerhardt to Dieter's office. He opened the door and the red headed giant sat behind a large oak desk, studying some papers that he held in his hands. Gerhardt motioned for me to sit in a chair at the opposite side of the desk as he approached and stood next to Dieter, whispering into his ear. Dieter looked up at me with a cold stare and then continued looking at the papers in his hand. I shivered.

He dismissed Gerhardt where he moved back around the desk and stood by the door. Dieter nodded and I heard a key turn and lock the door behind me. 

"So, Gerhardt has informed me that you have been up to your own personal curriculum, is it true?" He looked up.

I gulped hard in my throat and replayed that hot shower scene of me sucking off Gerhardt's gorgeous cock.

"Well?"

I gulped again and tried to focus and finally, "What do you mean sir?"

I heard Gerhardt chuckle softly behind me, Dieter had a hard look on his face.

"Are you fucking with me young man?" Dieter's gaze was intense and it felt as if he could see right through me.

I slowly shook my head and couldn't think of a single thing to say. I sat there what seemed like hours when it was mere seconds.

"You don't think I know what goes on here?" A lecherous smile began to replace his fierce scowl. "In the shower or up on the mountain side?"

Fuck! My heart sank and knew right then and there I was ratted out for my lust of gorgeous cock. 

"Now, Gerhardt has informed me that you didn't eat your dinner. What's the matter? Not hungry?"

"Oh I am, hungry now, may I be excused?"

Simultaneously Gerhardt and Dieter laughed. They were loud almost to the point of being obnoxious that I didn't know what to make of the scene. Dieter motioned with his finger for me to approach his desk. I stood there but he kept motioning me to get atop his desk and I did on my knees bent over at the waist. 

"Perhaps you are hungry for this!" and he scooted his chair back a bit. He was naked from the waist down and sporting a raging erection! 

"Wow!" I whispered out in awe. 

Dieter's cock was long, thick with a bulbous head. The pale skin of cock truly highlighted the thick veins that wrapped themselves around his massive fuck tool. The thick under vein looked like a garden hose, I started to moan out like a bitch in heat. My mouth began to drool. Yesterday and today I wanted Gerhardt's meat stick but now, I had to have Dieter's massive dong inside my mouth. 

"Please," I begged.

Dieter wasted no time in standing up and force feeding me his cock. I hungrily gobbled his huge fuck stick in my mouth. I had to open wide to gorge on his extremely thick stick. I wrapped my hand around and started stroking and sucking him. I made loud slurping sounds as I bobbed up and down on his hard cock. He liked what I was doing and praised my cock sucking abilities through grunts and groans.

I wanted to deep throat him but I knew what a daunting task it would be. I moistened his cock by licking up and down the entire shaft. I spit on it and stroked him and then gobbled some more. I pulled back a bit and drooled all over his cock head and attempted to deep throat him. I got a good portion in my mouth and down my throat but I didn't reach the base. I pulled back with tears running down my cheeks. I spat on his cock again and then quickly gobbled him down and was almost to the base when my throat twitched. I pulled back quickly and coughed.

"What's the matter? My cock too big for you?" 

I looked up at him with the most innocent, slut eyes and slowly shook my head. I sucked his bulbous head into my mouth while maintaining eye contact with him. I bobbed up and down on it quickly and then stopped, never taking my eyes off his. He winked at me, then I closed my eyes and headed south on his cock again. This time slower and I reached the base. His cock was too thick for me to slide my tongue out and lap at his balls.

I slowly started back up when I felt two different sets of hands on my ass. They reached around and undid my button and a lame effort at undoing my zipper. I stroked Dieter's cock as I looked back and saw that it was Reiner and Klaus! They finally managed to pull my pants down and their hands were all over my ass, balls and cock. Klaus slid his tongue in between my ass cheeks as Reiner held them apart. Klaus' tongue felt hot and wet on my asshole.

When I turned around, Gerhardt was standing next to Dieter tonguing him deeply. I grabbed his cock and stroked him as I was still doing to Dieter's cock. I sampled both cocks one at a time and then pulled them together until their gorgeous cock heads were touching. I greedily sucked them into my slut mouth! Both heads oozed thick pre-semen which I savored.

Klaus' tongue was deep in my butthole and Reiner's hand stroking my cock. I had to get off the desk as it was killing my knees. I slid off the desk, pulled my pants off completely and stepped out of them. I started to pull my shirt off when Reiner wrapped his lips around my aching cock. Klaus stood next to me and we started making out like a pair of horny teenagers. Reiner gobbled both of our cocks. I looked over and saw that Dieter had returned to his chair and Gerhardt on his knees working on his tool.

Klaus stopped kissing me and hopped on Dieter's desk and laid back. I pulled out of Reiner's mouth and bent over the desk and started sucking Klaus. Reiner squatted behind me and continued licking my ass as he stroked himself. His spit on my asshole a few times then stood up and slid his fat cock head into my ass. I groaned in delight as he placed his hands on my hips and started butt fucking me. 

Reiner was fucking me hard when Gerhardt looked back and saw that I was being sodomized. He looked at Dieter who nodded in approval and Gerhardt stood up and walked over to Reiner. Gerhardt's powerful hands pulled my ass cheeks apart even farther. Dieter stood up and walked over and slid his cock into Klaus' mouth. I could hear the loud "gack" sound coming from Klaus' mouth and I knew Dieter's thick cock was hitting the back of his throat.

Reiner was relentless and pounded my ass hard and fast and then it happened, he unloaded a hot stream of cum in my ass. He shoved his cock deep in me and I thought he was going to split me in two! I felt his grip tighten on my hips and his legs quiver as he dumped the remnants of his sperm deep in my anal cavity. He slowly pulled out and I could feel his thick sperm ooze out of my ass. I wish I could see how his cum cream pie'd my ass. 

With cum still dripping out of my ass, Gerhardt took over and easily slid his cock in my ass. He went deep as I could feel his hairy balls touching my own shaved ones.

"Now you lil' bitch, I'm going to fuck you like you wanted that night in the shower!" And fuck me he did! His heavy, cum filled balls slapped hard against me with each powerful thrust. Gerhardt's cock felt so good in my burning ass that I lifted my leg up onto the desk. This allowed him to fuck me deeper and harder. I felt used and loved it!

I started bobbin harder and deeper on Klaus' cock when he spurted cum in my mouth. He groaned out loudly and nearly sat straight up. I continued slurping Klaus' dick when Gerhardt sent a burning slap to my ass cheek.

"Oh!" I moaned out in delight. Another furious slap to my ass and it started to feel red hot. I saw Dieter walk around the desk and stood next to me and Gerhardt. Gerhardt continued to violate my asshole when he applied a three count slap to my ass, open handed, back hand, followed by another open handed slap. He buried his cock deep in my ass when he reached for my arms and grabbed me by the crook of my elbows, pulled me away from the desk and turned me ninety degrees so that my face was met Dieter's gorgeous cock.

I was being fucked by two stunning cocks, one deep in my mouth and the other just as deep in my ass! I heard Gerhardt's breathing become labored and I knew he was ready to cum. I pushed hard against him wanting him to cum deep in my ass but he had another idea. He pulled out, grabbed the back of my hair and pulled me around, pushed me to my knees and jerked off onto my face covering it with thick globs of cum.

"Suck me clean you lil' whore!" Gerhardt hissed.

I did as I was instructed and performed ass to mouth. Dieter was still stroking as I cleaned Gerhardt's cock when he started to decorate my face. I grabbed his cock and aimed his head to my mouth. He filled it as he came and came. Still holding onto Dieter's cock I used it to clean my face of Gerhardt's cum by scooping it into my mouth.

I was satisfied, almost. I hadn't cum yet and was aching to be relieved. Dieter read my thoughts and ordered Gerhardt to bend over the desk and for Klaus to lick his butthole while Reiner held his cheeks apart. All three of them did what they were told. Dieter started kissing me gently and then ordered me to fuck Gerhardt's ass.

I slid my cock in and started fucking him. Dieter and I started kissing again, Klaus stood behind me and reached around to pinch and pull my nipples, Reiner held Gerhardt's ass cheeks open. It was too much and I came quickly in Gerhardt's ass. He moaned but I wasn't done with him.

I pulled out and quickly squatted down behind him. I saw the cream pie I did on him and started lapping my own cum from his ass. I placed my lips completely over his butthole and sucked until every gooey drop was out of his ass and in my mouth.

On the bus ride back I pretended to sleep but I replayed my hot cock and cum filled weekend over and over in my head. I am a slut and a whore and this weekend outing was pure ecstasy.



Weekend Ch. 03



Now it was my turn. This was it. I got down on my knees, trying to be as smooth and sexy as Katrina. My face was inches away from her barely covered pussy. I took a deep breath. I was no longer afraid of what I was about to do, but I was nervous about doing it well. Aztec was paying for this show and I wanted to give him a good one. Katrina was a professional and I was sure she would do her part to make the action look and sound good, but I hoped she would be able to enjoy what I was doing as well. That would mean I was doing it right. Finally, I wanted to enjoy this myself. I was choosing a life of sexuality and eroticism. If I didn't enjoy the evening's activities, then this life wasn't for me. 

I wasn't sure what to do first, so I decided to be bold. I pushed my face between her legs and pressed my lips against the thin cloth protecting Katrina's modesty. I could feel the shape of her pussy through the silk. I pushed my tongue out and explored that shape. For the first time in my life, I was licking a girl's pussy. The shocked and timid voices of my parents seemed to be whispering in the back of my mind, telling me that I was only licking her underwear, a neutral piece of clothing. I could still back out of this before the unthinkable happened. I refused to listen. I had listened to them for long enough and I knew exactly what I was doing. 

I started removing the g-string. I did it the same way Katrina had, but I had less patience. Less than a minute passed from my last kiss to Katrina's covered pussy to the moment when she was exposed to view and her g-string was lying on the floor. 

I put my face back in her crotch. Slowly and deliberately, I ran my tongue through Katrina's pussy. My parent's opinions vanished from my mind. Katrina had shaved all the hair from her pussy and I was grateful. I was exploring brand new territory and it was nice to be able to see where I was going. I kissed and licked the soft bare skin, enjoying the new scents and flavours. 

A hand was on my head. I thought it was Katrina's. I remembered the sight of Emily, kneeling before Michelle, with Michelle's hands leaning on her and pressing Emily's head against herself. I was pleased to be able to do to her what she had done to my sister. Gradually, I realized that it was actually Aztec's hand. He stroked my cheek and moved his hand beneath my chin. He was trying to pull me back. Just for fun, and for the sake of the show we were putting on, I resisted him. I even growled a little as the pressure increased. Crimson wanted pussy!

I let him overpower me and pull me away from Katrina. He stood me up and guided me toward the bed. His hands were firm and gentle and bold. His fingers tickled their way down my back. His warm palm came to rest against my ass. One long finger burrowed in slightly between the cheeks. On Aztec's other side was Katrina. His left hand was in spanking position on her ass just as his right hand was on my mine as he pressed us both forward. 

He had us get up on the bed and lie down and pulled up a chair at the foot of the bed to watch us. Katrina and I lay side by side. Her fingers were playing in my hair. She rolled over to cover my upper body with hers and started kissing me. It felt so natural and wholesome and naughty. I kissed her back. 

She started moving. She trailed kisses down to my tits, while her fingers lightly traced tickling designs on my skin. Her wet lips left tiny spots of cool moisture as they touched me once and moved on. My arms were covered with goose bumps by the time her teasing mouth found my nipple. 

I was trying hard to make sure that Aztec was getting a good view of everything, but I kept getting distracted. Katrina's lips had captured my nipple and her tongue was performing exquisite little tortures on the prisoner. My head was swimming as the intense sensations grabbed me. My whole body was writhing in the grip of sexual pleasure. Nobody had ever done this to me before. Nobody had even tried. Danny had squeezed my tits a few times as he bounced on top of me, but even that dubious pleasure had ended when he finally found his way inside me. 

All too soon, Katrina's mouth left my nipple and started moving down my body. I couldn't help moaning in protest when she stopped, but my pussy was aching for some attention as well. Katrina refused to give that attention, however. She kissed my ribs and my belly button. She licked my hips and my thighs. She sucked on my knees. I was arching my back and thrusting my pussy toward her, desperately trying to get her to bring me to orgasm, but she cruelly ignored me. She made her way down to my feet and sucked on my toes. I opened my eyes briefly and saw Aztec's eyes glued to Katrina's face. 

His pants were open and he was rubbing his cock, but he hadn't really started yet. He was still letting us build him up to unbearable levels of arousal. I had almost forgotten about Aztec, but he was the reason we were here. He was paying us a lot of money to have sex with each other. I was enjoying the sex so much, I forgot that my own pleasure was secondary to his right now. 

I tried to ignore the throbbing in my pussy and to concentrate on putting on a good show. I moaned and whimpered as Katrina sucked and licked at my feet. I spread my legs and rocked my pussy back and forth. I brought my hand between my legs and pulled my pussy open to give Aztec a good view. I was not really drowning in the sweet ecstasy. The knowledge that Aztec was staring deep into my pussy and the rush that gave me were only part of the reason I started furiously rubbing my clit. I could feel his desire and his need for me. He wanted to plunge his hard cock deep inside me. That was the reason I slipped a finger into my pussy. The fact that it felt so goddamned good didn't have a thing to do with it. I tried to pretend that all the incoherent noises I was making were all part of the act. I was gasping and hissing and crying so Aztec would get his money's worth.

I was losing touch with reality again. I was on brink of a huge orgasm. My finger was moving fast and my breath was moving even faster. I was about to come. I was about to fall into absolute, infinite bliss. 

Then Katrina moved my hand. I couldn't believe it. How could she be so mean? I growled at her for real this time. Then her lips surrounded my pussy and my growl disintegrated into a moan. Her torturous tongue had found a new victim. I was helpless beneath the overwhelming assault on my clit. 

The orgasm was incredible. The whole world was coming. I can't really describe it. It was like floating in a bubble of pure joy. My whole body was flowing through my pussy.

When I came down from that high, Katrina was smiling up at me from between my legs. Aztec was standing behind her, fucking her in a frenzy. Katrina lowered her head again and started licking the lips of my pussy very gently. Aztec was staring hard into my eyes as he rammed into Katrina. He was breathing hard and grunting loudly. I knew how he felt. Katrina was pleasuring us both. She had a beautiful face and body and knew how to use them both to stimulate a partner. Aztec gripped her hips and forced himself deep inside her. His head fell back as his body went rigid. His eyes crossed and he stopped breathing. He held Katrina's hips hard against himself as he came.

When he was able to move again, he pulled his cock out of Katrina and just stood there. He was still panting a little. His still hard cock was starting to droop a little. The head of the wet and shining condom was filled with whitish liquid. I couldn't help but stare. It was fascinating. That little bit of stuff was the end result of all that passion and pleasure.

In the soft and glowing aftermath of the intense pleasure, Katrina and I got dressed. I was tired and a little slow, but I felt really good. Aztec thanked us profusely and gave us each an extra $100 on top of what was in the envelope. I couldn't believe I was getting paid for all the erotic joy I'd just experienced. Katrina thanked him for his company and for showing us such a good time. I didn't trust myself to speak. There was no telling what might come out of my mouth at that point.

We made our way back home, still in silence. Emily glanced over at me a few times. She was a little worried about me, I believe. Eventually, she asked me how I was feeling. 

I took my time in answering. I wanted to make sure I knew what I was feeling. I smiled at her and said, "This is what I want. I deserve to be happy."

She smiled back and said, "That's good enough."



Weekend Ch. 04



Saturday

Saturday began bright and early, but I was sound asleep. I had gotten in late and was still very tired. I woke up at the crack of noon. The sunshine was annoyingly bright through the window. Emily was sleeping beside me, dead to the world. This time, we were both naked. The naughty little thrill that gave me prevented me from going back to sleep. Gradually, I pulled myself out of bed and into the shower, where I was able to completely wake up and face the day. 

Under the warm water, I let myself dissolve into reflection. The night before had been nothing like I'd expected. I had prepared myself to fuck a strange man I'd met only once before. I had anticipated the experience with fear, excitement and lust, but I was determined to be professional and in control. Instead, I found that the events were not in my control at all. I was shocked to find what a rush that was. Every hour of every day of my life, for as long as I could remember, was scheduled, planned and organized. It was unheard of in my parents' household to just let things flow. But now, things were happening to me that I would never have planned for myself or even imagined just days ago. I had licked another girl's pussy. I had been a part of a threesome. I had been paid for sex. For the first time in my life, I'd had an orgasm that didn't come from my own fingers. I had enjoyed myself immensely. My newfound freedom made me feel comfortable and secure in the strange path I was on. 

I decided to call my parents and tell them I was not returning to school. I would make my own way in the world from now on. I was a real person and I could make my own decisions, or at least choose the person to make the decisions for me. I was going to give them every detail of my erotic awakening. Out of their shock and horror, I would build myself a new life. Let them disown me. I would never have to face them again.

The water started to get cold, so I shut it off. The fantasy ended with the shower and I knew that whatever happened, I would be returning home on Sunday and be back in Psychology 101 by 9 o'clock Monday morning. 

I came out of the bathroom and found Emily up and hurriedly getting dressed. She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and hopped into the living room on one foot, still pulling on her other shoe. I borrowed her robe again and followed. 

Michelle gave me a strange look, full of questions, irritation and even respect. Neither of us said anything. Her eyes held me for a moment, then moved on. There was a tense, hurried feeling in the room. Several pieces of overstuffed luggage were waiting by the door. Michelle and her roommates were zipping around in a last minute frenzy, trying to make sure they'd remembered everything. 

"Tonight is our party," she told me. "We will not be home until very late. You'll be on your own. Don't use the kitchen. There's a list of delivery places on the counter. I'm sure you can afford them. Get some rest. You go home tomorrow."

Michelle, Emily and Laura rushed out the door without a backward glance. I felt doubly rejected. She had made it clear that I was not to be invited to the party, and just to add insult to injury, she had to remind me that my lukewarm welcome in this apartment was over. My new life was already over. 

I wondered what was gonna happen at this party and whether or not I would ever know. I thought about calling Michelle's cell and telling her that if she didn't let me come to the party, I was gonna tell Mom and Dad everything, but I never seriously considered it. Michelle wouldn't believe me even if I could manage to get the words out. Deep down, we still know each other too well. 

I was hurt, but helpless. I was gonna spend another day watching videos. Sunday, I would go back home and the memories would gradually fade. I would mourn for Crimson and go back to being Karen. Feeling a little depressed, I went back to bed.

I was awakened by Michelle. She was sitting on the side of the bed, dripping warm water on my face from her fingers. A quick glance at the clock told me I had been asleep about two hours. I automatically brought the blankets up to my chin to hide my nudity. Inwardly, I was laughing at myself over that. I had shown myself proudly to a complete stranger, two strangers if you counted Emily, but I was embarrassed to be naked in front of my sister. Michelle had noticed, as well.

In a somber voice, she said, "I'm sorry you were brought into this. I never intended to let my life touch yours. I got where I am through pure rage. I am still fighting everything Mom and Dad tried to turn me into. I was hoping your escape would be cleaner. But it's done now and there's no going back. I'm going to give you a choice."

Michelle told me that if I really wanted to try her line of work, she would provide the opportunity. I was still going home to finish high school and I was still going to have to deal with my parents until graduation. When it was over and I was free, she would have a place for me, if I still wanted it. In order to make sure that I knew what I getting myself into, I could go to the party.

"This party is very important," she warned me. "If you are going to be there, you are going to work. Emily and Laura will be there. We have fifteen guys coming and a few part-time girls who I use from time to time. If you're going to be there, you had better be ready to fuck each and every one of them. I've hired a few bouncers and nothing will happen without condoms, so you'll be safe. You don't have to take it in the ass if you don't want to. However, these guys are coming to have a good time and if you tell me you want to be there, you are going to give them a good time. I need that commitment from you. Otherwise, you stay here."

I thought about it for a few minutes. In the end, that commitment was the deciding factor. I had been insulted when they didn't invite me, but this party scared me silly. What would they want to do to me? But by giving all my decisions to Michelle, I was ensuring my own safety and giving myself the freedom to do anything. 

"If you decide to do this, I need you to be ready at 9 o'clock sharp. Don't worry about your outfit and don't take a shower. We'll get you ready over there. Do some stretching and exercises to get yourself limber and relaxed. Make sure you eat something, but don't wait too long. I don't want to hear your stomach growling during the party, but there won't be any bathroom breaks once we start."

Michelle stood up and looked at the clock. "You'll need some time to think about it. I'll call you at five to get your decision."

She looked at the clock again and then she was gone. I was left confused but exhilarated. I had already made up my mind, but I hadn't mentioned it. I did want to think about it some more. 

The rest of the day was nerve-wracking. I was so excited, I couldn't sit still. The minutes dragged and limped along like sick animals, except during a few spots of terrified panic, when they flew like Olympic sprinters. 

At 5 o'clock, the phone rang and my heart nearly stopped. Without even a greeting, Michelle's voice asked, "In or out?" 

I could barely hear my own whisper as I said, "In."

Michelle hesitated for a moment, and then asked if I was sure. She was genuinely concerned and it gave me a boost in courage. I managed to give her a more confident answer. 

"9 o'clock," she said gently and the line went dead. 

The next few hours were even worse than the ones that had gone before. I couldn't even take a shower or choose a hot outfit to fill the time. Michelle had made it clear that all decisions about my activities for the night were not to be made by me. While that was somewhat liberating, since I didn't have a thing to worry about, it also made the waiting unbearable. 

Finally, the clock reached 8:45. I was almost convinced that it had been moving backward every time I glanced away, but it was finally almost time. I was so worked up, I nearly screamed when I finally heard a key turn in the lock.

Laura came in and looked at me impatiently. "Hurry up," was all she said. I followed her from the apartment and out to her car.

I was fervently wishing it had been Emily instead. Laura didn't like me very much. I couldn't really blame her. I had taken her place in the bed she shared with Emily. She'd been sleeping with Michelle instead and Michelle was even bitchier than usual because of my presence and my activities. We didn't say much during the drive.

We wound our way through some very nice neighborhoods before pulling into the driveway of a large house. You couldn't really call it a mansion, but if you had the money to live in a mansion, this might be the kind of place you would go to 'rough it' for a few days. 

We followed the driveway up past the garage and around to the back of the house where a second garage was located. Michelle's car was there already, and Emily's, plus a few others I didn't know. We parked the car and I hopped out and ran after Laura. She was walking very quickly, determined not to wait for me. 

I followed her inside and through the house. It was a long and intimidating journey. There was a lot of money here. Paintings, old books and elegant furniture filled nearly every room we passed. There was a library that managed to be neat and clean and extensive, but with a level of comfort never found in municipal libraries. The game room had two pool tables, dart boards, a chess table, shelves and shelves of boardgames and what looked like every video game system known to man. The living room, when we reached it, was not at all what I expected. There were comfortable chairs situated all around the edges and a big empty space in the middle. There were two enormous televisions dominating one wall and it looked like a comfy home theatre. The dining room had a very long table that could seat twenty in a pinch. It didn't match the rest of the furniture in the house. It was of a newer, more modern design, but it was more beat up than the older, well cared for pieces. The dining room also had heavy black draperies hanging inexplicably from the ceiling, falling heavily onto the table, cutting off the end. The back of the room was completely concealed. Laura scooted behind the heavy black cloth, sliding her back against the wall, and went through a door on the other side.

We found Michelle sitting on the floor, unpacking a box in the biggest kitchen I've ever seen. The place was huge. We could have played two on two volleyball over the island stove and not broken a single dish. Four other girls were helping Michelle to unpack boxes. I didn't know them. CDs, erotic videos, and body lotions were arranged on the counters. A box of sex toys were sitting in a box by the fridge. A colourful selection of underwear was piled on the dry dishrack next to the sink. On the island's countertop were three decorated baskets, each with an attractively arranged assortment of condoms.

Michelle looked up at us as we entered, brushed off her hands and rose to her feet. She looked around at all the preparations and at the people. I knew that look on her face. She was about to deliver a lecture. I had seen that look so many times in her last year at home. I think she had worn it continuously for a couple of months after graduation. 

"Girls," she began, "We're gonna make some money tonight. Hopefully, we'll make a lot of money. But I do not want you thinking about the money. At all times, I want you to be thinking about the client or clients you are with at that moment. I want you doing everything in your power to make sure that client is having the best time of his or her life. Don't forget that one of the men is bringing his wife. I do not want you to ignore her."

"Tonight is about tomorrow. In the morning, I expect to have gained several wealthy new clients. To earn their loyalty and future business, we need to put them in a state of bliss and keep the hassles and the haggling to a minimum. I will be setting the prices tonight and I will accept the money. Amber and Katrina will be helping me with that. If I find that a girl has been hustling the guys for more money, she will not work for me again and I will spread the word about her. I might even make up some shit. She'll be standing on street corners by next week."

"From time to time, I might be offering a guy a free rubdown or free blowjob or even a free fuck and I may tell one of you to deliver it. I do not want to hear any bitching. At the end of the party, all the money will be divided equally and I do not want to hear any bitching. Your clothes and purses will be left with me and you will wear only the garments I will provide you and I do not want to hear any bitching."

"This is an important night, and these are very important clients, but try to be relaxed. Stay loose and have some fun. It will make everything easier."

Michelle gestured for me to come join her in the center of the kitchen. "This is my sister. Tonight is her initiation. Take her upstairs and get her ready. You know what I want. Get yourselves ready as well. Come back here to get dressed. You might as well take your clothes off now and leave them with me."

The girls didn't look happy, but they weren't going to cross Michelle. One by one, they stood up and did as they'd been told. 

I should have been prepared for it. I should have gotten used to it, but when these four girls I had never met started stripping off their clothes, I was embarrassed. Michelle had taken one of the now-empty boxes and placed it in front of her. The girls dropped their clothes into it. Laura took their purses and found another box for those. 

Michelle looked up at me, both impatient and amused. "That means you too," she said. "If you're gonna do this, you're gonna do this right. That means you follow directions. You do what they tell you."

The girls started up a staircase at the back of the kitchen. One or two of them seemed to know the way. The girl in front was carrying a bag of toiletries. Quickly, I stripped out of my clothes and followed them. It was a disconcerting climb. I was looking directly at the backside of the girl in front of me. I felt rude, staring at her ass like that, but I couldn't look away. This was not a view I was accustomed to. It made me feel better to know that she was probably accustomed to being stared at.

At the top of the stairs, we entered a bathroom that could have comfortably housed a family of six. It had a two line telephone and a television with VCR and DVD. In the magazine rack next to the toilet was a laptop computer. The bathtub had a deep end. The shower had three showerheads and a bench and could have accomodated my mother's car. 

One of them turned the shower on and we all got in. It was surreal. I was showering with four strange girls. Even in gym class, everyone had separate shower stalls. The other girls seemed to be thinking the same thing, but they were more professional than I was and much more afraid of Michelle. 

The shower has always been my place to relax and be myself. It is where I do my deepest soul-searching and my fantasizing. It is where I would make my preparations for whatever the world was planning to throw at me. This shower was a little different.

An assembly line began. One girl had taken a fresh bottle of shampoo from the bag. She opened it, squeezed some into her hand and passed it to the next girl. Soon, we were all lathering, rinsing and repeating. 

After the shampoo came the conditioner. As we stood around, staring at each other in the steam, waiting for it to set into our hair, we started to laugh. I don't know who giggled first, or what we were laughing about, but we ended up in near hysterics. We started splashing and shouting and squeezing out streams of bath products at each other. 

It was like the slumber parties I used to go to when I was a kid. I didn't have a pillow to fight with, but I knew the next best thing. I started tickling. Then we were all tickling. I got attacked with bath sponges and washcloths. We picked up the soaps and started lathering each other up. I was very free with my fingers. I know they went into very private places at least three times, but I'm not sure if they belonged to three different girls or not. I felt one finger slide up inside me and wiggle before exiting. It happened too fast to react, but I enjoyed it.

When we'd turned off the water and gotten out of the shower, we were all a lot less nervous. We got out the towels and helped each other dry off. We were clean and fresh and ready to go back downstairs, or so I thought. 

The other girls grabbed me and hoisted me up onto the bathroom counter. An enormous mirror ran the length of the countertop behind me. The water was running in the sink and a hot, wet washcloth was pressed against my pussy. One of the girls, a cute dark-haired chick with Asian features smiled at me and held up a razor. 

"We've got to get you into uniform," she said.

I looked down and realized that all four of the girls' pussies were almost completely hairless. I had been trying to avoid looking at their crotches and had not noticed. Each of them had a single vertical stripe of hair extending an inch or two upward from the top of the seam of their pussy. This was the 'uniform' I was to wear. 

I was resolved to let the evening's events carry me, so I leaned back against the mirror and opened my legs. I even closed my eyes. They could do whatever they wanted to me. One of the girls lifted my feet to the countertop, tilting my pussy further up and out and giving her better access. 

The playful mood from the shower had turned to something more serious. The girl between my legs was quickly rubbing shaving cream onto my pussy. The other girls were fixing their hair, putting on makeup and trimming their own body hair. Time was starting to run out. 

The hand between my legs felt nice, but it was soon replaced by a cold razor blade. I held myself absolutely still. The girl was going much too fast for my comfort. When I shave my legs, I am very slow and careful, terrified of nicks and cuts and disfiguring scars and bleeding to death in the bathtub. The rapid scrape, scrape, scrape on my privates was unnerving. A shiver went through me as she worked.

The ordeal did not last long. Soon I was smooth and bare with my own little stripe. The girl who had just shaved me hurriedly rubbed some ointment onto my newly exposed skin, then rushed to get ready herself. The other girls were almost finished. 

I grabbed a brush and dragged it through my hair a few times until it looked somewhat under control, but as I admired the effect in the mirror, the brush was grabbed away from me. I was roughly spun around to face the shorter of the two blonde girls. 

"You look like hell," she said, and went to work on my hairdo herself. She was not nearly as gentle as the Asian chick. The hairbrush had become a weapon, pulling and tugging and ripping my hair. She sprayed things on my head and splashed me with perfume. She grabbed the make-up and painted my face. 

When she was done, I examined myself in the mirror. I was expecting to look like a whore, harsh and dirty and sexual. I was even looking forward to it. But instead, I looked like a centerfold. I was beautiful. I was soft and erotic and alluring. I was ready.

We went back down to the kitchen. Michelle had some clothes ready. She had whole outfits put together, from lingerie to shorts and skirts and tops. She quickly dressed each girl. Michelle, Emily and Laura were already dressed, in matching black half shirts and butt-hugging shorts. 

Michelle was finishing with the fourth girl when the doorbell rang. She sent Emily out to let people in. Laura and the other girls went to wait in the dark end of the dining room. Michelle looked around the kitchen and then followed them. As she slipped into the dining room, she told me to wait where I was. 




Weekend Ch. 04



I was still naked. Michelle had never gotten around to dressing me, or telling me what to expect. I didn't know what to do. I started to get a little scared. 

I could hear voices coming from the dining room. They were male voices and they sounded excited, like at a superbowl party or riding the bus to an away game. Michelle and Emily could be heard as well, telling the men where to sit and offering drinks. 

Emily came running into the kitchen. She grabbed some beers from a cooler near the stairs and ran back out again. Every few minutes, she or Michelle would come in for a few more drinks for the guys and leave again. As far as I could tell, nothing much was going on yet. They were waiting for all the guys to arrive. If I could have had a chance to talk to Emily for a few moments, it would have relaxed me a little. She winked at me once, on one of her beer runs, but then she was gone again. 

I had done quite enough waiting that afternoon, but I forced myself to wait again. I knew that sooner or later, I would be grateful that I'd had this opportunity to rest. 

After a wait that seemed like an eternity, Michelle and Emily both came back into the kitchen. Michelle grabbed a microphone from the box that had held her CDs. Emily held open the door and used the controls at the door to dim the dining room lights. Michelle put the microphone to her lips and walked out to where the men were.

"Good evening, gentlemen" she announced. I could hear Michelle's voice booming from every room in the house. Emily whispered to me that they hadn't completely figured out how to work the intercom system. She was headed to the basement and invited me to come along. We took a few homemade mix CDs with us. 

Michelle's voice stayed with us all the way down the stairs and into the cavernous convention hall of a basement. "Tonight is very special. This party is the first of its kind that we've ever thrown. Hopefully, it will not be the last. It's a beautiful night and this is a magnificent house. But you don't care about any of that. You are here for one reason only: Pussy. You want it. We've got it. And we're gonna give it to you. 

"We're gonna start things off with a little show. Four of the sexiest girls I've ever seen will be coming out on that table. They will strip down to nothing and show you everything they've got. They'll be putting on one hell of a show and you don't even have to tip them. You'll want to save all your money for later.

"First up, we have the luscious Gina. She's got a body you'll want to lick all over, and I know from experience that she's always eager to return the favour. If my lovely DJ will start the music, we can get this show started.

Emily had loaded a CD into the intercom's player, and at Michelle's cue, she hit the Play button. She'd had a little bit of trouble with the thing, but had gotten it sorted out in time. The entire house was soon echoing with the sounds of Aerosmith. 

Emily led me back upstairs by way of another stairway. From the darkened living room, she and I peeked through the doorway into the dining room. There were more than a dozen guys in there. I was very aware of my nakedness, but they didn't even know I was there. One of the girls I'd met in the kitchen was up on the table and all eyes were on her. Gina was dancing and writhing and teasing, wearing nothing but heels. I watched her do three very sexy dances, then climb down from the table. 

One by one, each of the girls came out and did a striptease for the men. The long dining room table had been turned into a stage. The black drapes hiding the back of the room had been hung so that there was an opening right there on the table. The girls would come out, strut down the talbe and do a sensuous striptease. They would dance for the men through four or five songs. When they finished dancing, each girl would climb down and stand next to the drape at one side of the table or the other. 

We watched until the fourth girl, Tia, had gotten out of her clothes. Then Emily pulled me back into the living room. She gestured to the empty chairs and whispered that the men would be coming in there in just a few minutes. We went into a study off to the side to wait. 

There were a couple of big metal things in the room and Emily asked me to help her put them together. The long, black pole was heavy and it took both of us to lift the thing and hoist it into its place. It was supposed to fit into a slot on the other piece, a round, black dome about two feet across. The disk was even heavier than the pole, but it was on wheels, which didn't make it easy to fit one into the other. We needed all four hands to keep hold of the pole and if it wasn't dropped directly into the hole, it hit the dome and the thing rolled. It took us eight or nine tries to get them connected. 

When it was assembled, it looked a little like a coatrack. It was a lot higher than coatracks usually are, even without the wheels. It had only two hooks and neither of them could have held more than one coat at a time. One of them was more than six feet above the top of the dome. The second was about three feet lower and pointed in the opposite direction. I couldn't imagine what it was used for. Before I could ask any questions, Emily was already answering, but she was responding to questions I hadn't even thought of.

"This was Sherri's. She and her husband Joseph ran an adult website for a while. They used to hire us for their photo sessions occasionally. They used this as a prop. One night, a high-priced lawyer in a high-priced suit had a few drinks with his friends. Joseph was walking his dog, Padlock, when the lawyer's high-priced car jumped a curb and killed them both. He was never even charged. Sherri went to Idaho to live with her sister and gave most of her stuff to us."

It was a sad story, and Emily was obviously still suffering, but it was frustrating. I was still in the dark about the thing and it would have been rude to interrogate her while she was in pain. Luckily, I didn't have to wait too long. 

We heard voices in the living room and Emily told me to wait for her in the study. She went to join the others. A few moments later, the music changed and the volume dropped. Somebody, probably Emily, had gone down to change the CD. I could hear the men settling into the chairs. 

Michelle was no longer using the microphone, but she made herself heard. The girls were going to go through the room and give lap dances. The guys could decide for themselves which girl they liked the best. Then there would be an auction. 

The living room became mostly silent after that. Slow, steamy, romantic songs were still filling every corner of the house and there were a few moans from the guys and the girls in the next room. I could hear Emily and Laura directing traffic, making sure that the girls were moving around and giving all the guys some attention. 

I was supposed to stay in the study, but I was curious, so I peeked. I didn't even know what a lap dance was. I'd only heard of them in movies my parents wouldn't let me watch and in books and magazines I wasn't supposed to read. A boy in my Chemistry class had once told me to give him one and I'd been suspended for what I did to him, but I still didn't know what he'd been talking about. 

What I saw was amazing. I saw that the four girls were naked, and sitting in the laps of the men. But they weren't just sitting on them. They were riding their laps. They were pressing their asses and their pussies against the laps of the men and moving back and forth. They were crawling all over the guys, pressing their tits in their faces, whispering and nuzzling and fondling. I felt a little envious, but I'm not sure who I was envying. 

I saw Michelle cross the room in front of me and say something to Emily, who nodded and came back toward the study. I retreated back into the middle of the room. 

Emily came in and closed the door. "This is it," she told me. "Your very last chance to back out. You're about to be auctioned off, your body sold to men you'll never know. They will use you for their pleasure. You will be nothing more than a sexual toy for them to play with. If you can't do that, tell me now and you can stay in here for the rest of the party."

I was nervous and scared and terrified, but I didn't hesitate. My voice was clear and confident. I was also resolved.

"I'm ready," was all I could say.

Emily had me come over to the hatrack and step up onto the base. It was padded. Obviously, it was meant to be stood upon. It felt like I was standing on a big Nerf football. She told me to stand with my back to the pole as she walked over to a small suitcase and dug inside it. She came back to me, walking slowly, staring into my eyes. She held up a short black cord, with straps on either end. Her eyes looked up from my face, guiding me to look above me to the high hook at the top of the pole. I realized what was to come. I was to be bound. I was to be made completely helpless, at the mercy of my sister and her clients. I had read about that in my mother's trashy romances. Many of the women in those books had to be rescued from the tormentors who tied them up and imprisoned them. 

Emily was staring at me, daring me to say yes or no. I looked her right in the eye and held my wrists out, offering myself to her completely. The straps were buckled on my wrists and the cord that joined them was lifted and placed on the hook over my head. Emily had to stand on her toes to reach it. There was a click as the hook was closed around the cord, preventing it from coming loose. 

Emily went back to the bag and brought to a second pair of corded straps. These were attached to my ankles. The cord went round the pole behind me. I could lift my feet and change their position, but I couldn't extend my leg even so far as to touch the edge of the base with my toes. 

The third time she came back from the bag, she brought some bits of cloth with her. The first was a thick, black strip of rolled material. Emily lifted it to my face and started tying it round my eyes as a blindfold. I would not even be allowed to see what was to happen to me.

"I think we'll leave the gag off," I heard Emily say. "You might need something and we might not hear you whimper with all that will be going on out there. 

She stepped off the platform and told me, "Now we wait."

I could hear some cloth rustling behind me and I felt a cool breeze as it fanned me. A bedsheet, or something like it, was thrown over me. It must have covered the top of the pole. I could feel it surrounding me. Emily pulled it down on one side and then the other. I could feel the soft cloth sliding across my skin, as she adjusted the lengths. 

It was only a few moments later when the door opened. I heard Michelle and Laura's voices, low but agitated.

"At least they showed up, " Laura was saying.

"They're three hours late," snapped Michelle. "What if we'd had a problem? I'm paying for bouncers, and I get excuses. I did not hire excuses."

"We'll worry about it later, " Emily said. "Let's get her out there. It's time to get those guys spending. "

I was moving. Actually, I was being moved. The sheet was bunched up around my back where several hands had grabbed the pole and were pushing it toward the living room. I could feel the smooth traction of the wheels rolling across the carpet. Suddenly, the movement stopped.

"Damnit!" said Michelle. "What else can go wrong?"

"Fuck!" was Laura's only comment.

It sounded like Emily was laughing very softly. "Maybe we can tilt it," she said.

"We're gonna have to," muttered Michelle. "Go bring some of those dumb-ass bouncers in here."

I couldn't think of anything to say. It seemed appropriate somehow. I had become a piece of furniture. My fate was in the hands of others. If I didn't fit through the door, it was not up to me to figure out a solution. 

I could sense new people in the room. Michelle started giving orders. 

"We need to take this out in the living room. Tilt it forward and drag it, but be very careful. There is a girl in here. You will need to support her. Do not let her dangle."

A pair of thick arms grabbed me and wrapped around my body. There was a hand on my shoulder and another on my hip. I was squeezed tightly and almost painfully against the pole in my back. In this manner, I was tilted and dragged across the floor. 

"Don't scratch the doorframe," Michelle warned.

When I was upright again, I could tell by the sounds that I was in the living room. On the other side of my sheet were at least a dozen strange men.

"First item up for bid," called Michelle, "is my own sister, the beautiful Crimson."

The sheet was whipped away, leaving me exposed and on display. I still couldn't see any of the men, but they could certainly see me. I could feel them looking. There were a few whispers. A long, low whistle came from somewhere. I felt myself blush. There were goosebumps on my arms and my nipples were getting stiff. I was enjoying myself. I was loving the attention.

"I cannot offer you a lap dance from Crimson, " announced Michelle, "because she has never given one and does not know how. She is brand spanking new to the business. She was a little reluctant about coming here tonight. As you can see, we had to persuade her.

"But before we start the bidding, you will all have a chance to come and inspect the merchandise. It will cost you twenty dollars apiece, but once you've paid your money, you can examine her firm, ripe flesh until you are satisfied as to her quality.

I was starting to breathe hard now. I was eager to be examined and explored. I wanted them to touch me and grab me and spank me. 

I was aware of money changing hands nearby. Then there was a hand on my belly. It was warm and rough and clumsy as it slid across my skin. A second hand was on my breast, squeezing and stroking, pinching my nipple. A third hand was sliding up the inside of my leg. As it reached my pussy, I could feel a long, probing finger stroking my naked lips and the opening between them. I heard Laura's voice, warning the guys to keep their fingers outside. 

It seemed to last forever, but it couldn't possibly last long enough for me. Without being able to see, I could feel everything so much more. There were countless hands and fingers touching me everwhere. It felt so good. The tickles and pinches and massaging fingers made me feel so desired, so wanted. I was the absolute center of attention. Wealthy, powerful men were focused entirely on my body. 

It ended too quickly. All too soon, Michelle and Laura were pulling them away from me. As the hands left my body, the bondage became a torture. My skin was burning to be touched. I struggled and yanked at the straps, desperate to feel fingers on my flesh, even if they were my own. I could still feel the eyes staring at me, but it wasn't enough. I needed more. 

"Easy," whispered Emily. "You're gonna hurt yourself. We'll give you something better to do with all that energy. 

In my other ear was Laura's angry hiss. "No more standing around looking pretty. It's time to start earning your money like the rest of us, on your knees and your back."

"Let her alone," came Emily's voice.

Even my sister came to my defense, "She's doing just fine," Michelle said. "The clients just love her. See how they stare. This will be perfect."

"Gentlemen," she called out. "I hope you're all having a good time. If your cock isn't rock hard by now, then you're at the wrong party. It is time to choose the girl of your dreams and give her the ride of her life. There are bedrooms upstairs and a nice soft sofa in the study over there. If need be, we can throw a few blankets on the floor in here. First choice goes to the winner of the first auction."

"Look around you, gentlemen. There are eight lovely ladies for sale in this room, including myself. Unfortunately, Ms. Amy over here is only here to play with her husband, but the rest of us can be yours. 

Amber and Katrina are going to circle the room. Please choose one of our party favours from the baskets. Don't be shy, there are plenty more if those run out. If you don't have a favour, you don't get to party."

"Crimson is tired of just hanging around. She's ready for some real action. Who is ready for Crimson? The bidding starts at three hundred dollars."

Suddenly, the room was filled with male voices, trying to outdo each other, competing with money and volume. These men were used to getting their own way. There was a lot of noise and a lot of money and all of it was for me. I liked it. 

I really liked it. I could get used to this. If I had to hang naked and blindfolded from a coatrack every time, it might take a little longer, but even that wasn't too unpleasant. 

Gradually, the voices gave way until there was a winner. I was sold. I was so excited, I didn't even hear the amount. He came up to where I was and Michelle told him to go ahead and undo me. My hands and ankles were unbuckled and my eyes were unbound. 

I looked up into the face of my client. He was nearly bald, probably in his fifties. His expression was hungry and eager. He was staring hard at me, licking his lips. I had seen that look on the face of many a dirty old man, staring at me and my friends every time we went to the mall. Usually they were harmless. Most of the time, I knew they weren't going to do anything but watch. But this man was different. I knew he was going to do something, and I he was going to do it to me. Whatever it was, I was planning to let him.

He counted out a stack of bills and handed it to Michelle. She stowed the wad in a small purse and then took my hand and placed it in his. Into my other hand, she discreetly slipped a wrapped condom. She whispered softly into my ear, warning me to make sure he wore it.

He led me upstairs to the first bedroom we came to. Like everything else in the house, it was huge. The bed was emperor-sized. There was another home theatre, only slightly smaller than the one in the living room. A well-used easy chair was set in front of it. It was a room designed for comfort, but lonely comfort.

"What is your name?" I asked my client as the door closed.

"Richard," he replied.

"So tell me, Richard what can I do for you? What would you like to do to me?"

He licked his lips again, looking me up and down. "Was she telling the truth down there? Is she really your sister?"

"Yes, she is. Have you ever been with her?"

"No," he told me. "I never knew about her until this party. Fritz hooked me up with an invitation."

I had no idea who Fritz was, but I wasn't going to let him know that. I was supposed to know what I was doing.

"Why don't we get you out of your clothes," I suggested. 

Emily had told me I was supposed to tell them to get comfortable, and they were supposed to know what that meant. I was not supposed to be so direct as to tell them to take off their clothes. I had messed up, but Richard didn't know that. I had to calm down. I was far too eager to see this man's cock, to touch it, to feel it poking it me. 

He was taking off his jacket and loosening his tie. I was starting to breathe harder, watching him undress. He laid them down carefully on the chair, and sat down to remove his shoes. 

He kept looking up at me, as if waiting for me to cue him, which of course I was supposed to be doing. As he stood up and started taking off his shirt, I suddenly remembered that I was the entertainer here. I was supposed to be undressing for his enjoyment, not the other way around. Of course, I was already naked, but I should have at least helped him. I'd been enjoying myself far too much. It was exciting to watch this wealthy man doing something so private in front of me. I kept forgetting that he wasn't doing it for me. It felt like a thrilling new entertainment designed just for me. 




Weekend Ch. 04



He was folding his pants, and draping them over the back of the chair when I forced myself to take a role again. He had his thumbs hooked into the waist of his boxers, but I stopped him.

I was going to keep him in his shorts for a little. I remembered how Aztec had wanted me and Emily to stay in our panties so he could play a little. It had gotten me pretty worked up and I thought I could try it on Richard. I was eager to see his cock and feel it driving inside me. I was his whore and I needed him on top of me, pounding me, stabbing me, impaling me with his cock. Instead, I had him sit on the bed. It didn't matter what I needed. I had an obligation to do this right. It was my turn to play. 

His boxers were a light blue colour, and stretched high and tight by the cock under the cloth. I stepped close to him and used my knees to push his legs apart. I pressed my body tight against him. With my hands on his head, and my fingers in the little bit of hair on the sides, I pulled his face against my tits. I rubbed his lips across my nipples. They got hard immediately. I brought one leg up onto the bed, and pressed my knee against his cock, massaging the stiffness. 

I turned around and sat down on that cock. It felt great. He was so hard. He wanted me. I wanted him. I started to grind against him. His arms circled my waist and his fingers started playing on my belly, but I wasn't gonna let that happen. I grabbed his hands, brought them upwards and planted them firmly on my tits. He squeezed my breasts, and hard. That was a lot better. His cock was throbbing against my ass. He was definitely enjoying this. I was doing good. It was time to make it personal.

I stood up and straddled him. I put my arms around him and held him like a lover. That hard, masculine pressure was right on my pussy now. His hands were on my ass now, which was just fine with me. I continued to ride him. 

"How does that feel?" I whispered in his ear. I kissed his temple and pulled his head against my chest again. I dragged my lips and tongue across the smooth top of his head. 

In his other ear, I whispered to him again. "I love a bald man. I always had a thing for Captain Picard."

When I figured he was ready, and I couldn't wait another moment, I pulled myself from his lap and had him lie down in the center of the bed and take his shorts off. 

When that hard cock sprang to attention in front of me, I had to force myself to be professional. The thing was so godammed beautiful. It was stiff and rigid like a rod of steel, but made of living, throbbing flesh. I could scarcely believe it would soon be inside my body. It was such a feeling of power, knowing the effect I was having on him and the degree of his desire for me. I tried to ignore the effect he was having on me. I was Crimson. I was a professional.

Emily had instructed me to always go to the bathroom and get a warm, wet washcloth to bathe the client's hardware before beginning any full contact sexual activity. Her advice was designed for a hotel room, however. I excused myself and ran down the hall, searching for a bathroom. 

When I found it, there were large hand towels and enormous bath towels, but washcloths were not to be found. I had done my best, so far, to pretend to Richard that my awkward actions were simply a personal style and that I really did know what I was doing. But when I returned to the bedroom with a soggy wad of toilet paper, I wasn't fooling anyone, not even myself. 

I did what I could to rub that wad over his package. I made his cock shiny and wet and even prettier than before. The smooth skin was stretched tight over the hard muscle inside. The pink, rosy mushroom cap head was perfectly sculpted. The proud, manly missile extending gracefully from the thick patch of hair was engineered to trigger the feminine yearnings within me. I heard myself whimper as it pulsed beneath my fingers. 

This was what I needed right now. Emily had taught me that I loved pussy. The mysteries hidden demurely behind a girl's softest lips were a delight to discover and explore. I was now firmly and forever bisexual. But a man's cock was a special treasure and nothing could match it.

I unwrapped the condom and placed it into my mouth. I had been extremely impressed when Michelle had rolled a condom onto her client using only her lips and I had resolved to learn the technique. During the long hours I waited for this party, I had used one of my sister's dildoes and every condom I could find to practice. I had gone through more than thirty of them, but as the protective latex went on with smooth and practiced grace, I was glad I'd made the effort.

I was so intent on utilizing my new skill and so pleased at the results of my first real test, it took a moment for me to realize: There was a cock in my mouth. I was giving my very first blowjob. Emily hadn't taught me how to do this part and the dildoes couldn't critique my performance. I was on my own. 

I knew that I wasn't really supposed to blow, so I tried sucking instead. Richard seemed to enjoy that a lot, but the condom was starting to come loose, so I switched to licking. I licked it up and down and around. It was exciting. I got to touch and play with a real cock. I used my tongue to explore its shape and all the tiny little details of its construction. My inspection was very thorough. In the meantime, my fingers were learning all they could about his balls. My curiosity was insatiable and my fascination with the subject matter was intense. 

My research was over too soon. I was having more fun than I could ever remember having before, but Richard was begging me to stop. He wanted to fuck me. 

"Okay," I said.

I flopped down next to him on the bed and spread my legs. I thrust my hips back and forth and made some animalistic moaning and grunting sounds. I hoped I didn't seem too eager. 

"Come on in," I invited.

He was on me a moment later, his chest pressed to mine, his eyes staring into my face, and his cock fiercely searching for my pussy. I used my hand to guide him. Emily had instructed me that this is usually necessary, but for me it was just an excuse. I wanted to touch his cock again and to feel it going through my fingers as it slid home. 

His cock found my pussy. I could feel myself opening for him as he entered me. Penetration, I thought to myself. "Coitus," I whispered. "Intercourse." Technical terms for this natural act were running through my mind as his cock pushed deeper and deeper. 

Thought became impossible. He went into me as far as he could and immediately withdrew, only to slam back into me again. It was overwhelming. I thought I was going into shock. I was sure I was going to pass out. It felt so godammed good!

I'd had plenty of orgasms before. Emily's talented tongue had put me in orbit the night before and I had long known the best ways of pleasing myself with my fingers, but those paled in comparison with the explosion that rocked my body as Richard nailed me to the bed. My soul was melting in the heat of extreme pleasure.

I rode out the wave and fell back into myself. A strange croaking noise came out of my throat. Reality came back into existence. Richard was still pounding me, harder and faster than before. He was in a frenzy. 

My second orgasm took me by surprise. Richard gave a hoarse cry and thrust himself as deep as possible into my pussy and I was lost. As Richard's body went rigid and stopped thrusting, my legs wrapped around his waist and gripped him tight against me. Together we trembled. The Universe swirled around us, spinning and shaking and shining. 

It took longer to reassemble myself the second time. I was still panting a little and covered in sweat. Some of it was Richard's. I unwrapped my legs from his body and he withdrew. I was tired and hot and at peace, but I couldn't rest yet. It was time to be the professional. 

It was part of my job to dispose of the condom and clean up the client. That was the way Michelle ran her operation and all her girls were expected to follow procedure. 

In all my practicing, I had only concentrated on putting the condom on. I hadn't thought about removing it afterwards. I made a real mess of it, literally. I spilled the stuff all over my hands and chest. It was a little sticky, but I didn't really mind that. I just rubbed it into my skin like a lotion, but I was embarrassed at my all-too-obvious lack of experience.

Richard laughed at me, but not unkindly. He thanked me and told me I was one of the best he'd ever had. I didn't believe him, but it made me feel a little better. We went back downstairs. He told me a couple of lawyer jokes on the way. 

The auction was long over. I could hear sounds of sex being made nearby, but I didn't investigate. Richard was leaving, so I saw him out. I was still naked, but it was getting pretty late, so I accompanied him outside to his car and waved as he drove off. I didn't figure anyone would be out and about at that hour.

When I went back inside, I went into the living room and saw Michelle kneeling on the floor, giving a blowjob to a guy in one of the easy chairs. I was past the point where this would have shocked me, but it was still something I had never seen before. I sat down in another chair to watch. I like to watch.

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The next morning, I was sitting in the back of my parents' car, on my way home. I was surprised to realize that I was actually looking forward to it. It had been an eventful weekend. I had learned a lot about my sister and a lot more about myself. 

Michelle had invited me to come and stay more often and had promised to visit herself soon. Emily had kissed me goodbye and invited me to write to her. I'm pretty sure Laura was glad to see me go.

I was pretty tired. We had been up late. After the party had come the clean up. We'd had to pack everything up and put it back into storage. I hadn't even had time for a shower. I was wearing sweat pants and a sweat shirt and some socks. I wasn't wearing any underwear and there was dried cum on my chest and hands. I was letting myself feel like Crimson for a few more hours before I had to be Karen again. 

I was glad to be going home. I needed to be Karen again. I needed to find out just who Karen was. I would be on summer break soon and I would have some choices to make, choices that had frightened me just a few days before. I had thoroughly enjoyed the last few days, and I had nearly 3000 dollars to show for it, but I was no longer sure that I wanted to make that my way of life. 

I would have other opportunities to test those waters, if I wanted them, and one obligation. During the early morning clean-up, Michelle had told us all that we need not worry about changing the bedding or emptying the trash or doing the dishes. The house belonged to her friend Fritz, and he would be sending his staff to do a full cleaning in the afternoon. She told us we had to compensate him for lending us the house and for assisting with the guest list and we had two choices on how to give that compensation. Half of the money earned at the party would be given to Fritz to cover his cleaning expenses, or each girl who had been at the party would schedule a complimentary, all-night date with Fritz within the next two months. The vote was unanimous. We would keep the money. 

Michelle was going to help me set up my date with him, and would drive down to pick me up on whatever weekend I was able to arrange. In the meantime, I could rediscover who I was and remake myself if necessary. The future looked brighter and more real than ever before. I could finally envision a time when my parents would no longer control my world. There were choices available to me and I had the strength to make those choices. I was going to be just fine.