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Ladies of the Bordello

By: Boo1104



I bet you all thought that it was over huh? Think again, because I have one more story to tell before I let any of the other girls share theirs.

Remember me? I am Simone. A little while back, I told you about how I ended up with a job (if you would call it that) working for Madam Nadia. I think I also told you all about my first night on the "job", but there is more!

There isn't much to this tale, but I just have to get it out. At the same time, I hope you enjoy my tale as much as I enjoyed the experience . . . 

I had been at the bordello for a couple of months and I was doing pretty good if I do say so myself. I finally got rid of my '85 Honda and was driving a newer model. WHAT?! I love Hondas! Anyway . . . Like I was saying, I was doing pretty good . . . kept a little extra money and had my regulars taking care of my needs and desires. 

I WAS LOVIN' IT!!

Every now and then, just for kicks, I would even put on a little show for our guests by singing a song or two before we all journeyed to our quarters. And to top it all off, I was getting extra praise from the Madam. This job was waaaaay better than waiting tables.

I mean, who could ask for a better job?! Great money, room and board, food provided, and sex guaranteed whenever you wanted it. And it was all in the best of taste. 

Well, my tale takes place around the Christmas holiday. I racked up from my regulars. A diamond tennis bracelet, a necklace, extra cash and more stuff. But it wasn't enough. All of the other girls had places to go for the holiday and the bordello was going to be closed for Christmas Eve and Christmas day. I had nowhere to go, so I had asked if I could stay at the bordello for the holiday. 

Madam Nadia was hesitant at first. "I don't know, my dear. I look forward to the peace and quiet. Christmas is the only time that I get it."

"I'll be as quiet as a church mouse," I pleaded with her. "I won't bother you for anything."

After she only stared at me silently, I kept begging, but nothing seemed to convince her. Finally I gave up and went to my room to take a nap before our guests for the night had arrived. I had no choice but to come up with some alternative for the holiday.

I thought about calling my cousin, but I figured that he might still be a little sour from me sleeping with his girlfriend. There was no way in hell that I was spending the holiday with mama and her shitty ass husband. That was definitely out!

I figured that I would just try to find a decent hotel room for two nights and pig out chips and cookies as my holiday dinner. Maybe I would even get a turkey sandwich from a nearby gas station. Who knows???

I didn't look up when I heard my door open. "What?" I said testily, still not looking up.

"Oh sit up and stop being a baby" came the madam's soft accent.

"I'm sorry, ma'am," I said sitting up. "I didn't know that it was you."

She shook her head at me and laughed a little. "I guess that you are mad at the madam, hmm?"

"I have no reason to be upset with you, Madam Nadia," I told her. "I just don't have anywhere else to go, but don't worry. I'll figure something out by Christmas Eve."

"I'm not worried," she said as she took a seat on the edge of my bed. "You know," she then began, "I, too, know what it's like to have nowhere to go on the holidays. I've learned to appreciate the solitude that I get here in my home though, but I will make you a deal. I will allow you to stay here on the condition that you sing for me on Christmas morning."

"Is that all?" I said, trying hard to keep the excitement out of my voice. She had no idea of how grateful I was.

Smiled thoughtfully before saying, "For now . . . yes."

Unable to contain my joy, I bounced across the bed and gave her a big hug. "Thank you. Thank you!"

"Calm down, child! You'll wrinkle my dress."

By the time that our "guests" had arrived, my mood had been completely lifted. After to messing around a bit with Cher in her room, I was horny as hell and ready to please the man who was lucky and wealthy enough to have me for the night.

As a small holiday treat, the girls served the men eggnog and sugary confections while I played Christmas jingles on the piano. After our own silly rendition of "We wish You a Merry Christmas", we journey to our rooms with the gentlemen who chose us.

Much to my pleasure, I had Jerry. He was one of my regulars. He'd been divorced for a couple of months before he started coming to the bordello. His wife had left him for some rich kid from New York. He was drained of all self confidence and thought that he wasn't a good lover because his wife told him that his dick wasn't big enough to satisfy her anymore. Well, it took a little work, but the girls and I helped him get back on track. Nothing that a little ginseng and a threesome couldn't fix. Now he comes to me twice a month for a little love and a little bit of role playing. Sometimes, he even got a little kinky. I was hoping that this would be the case.

He was a cute fella. About 5'9" with a slight pot belly. He tried to cover his slightly receding hairline by combing his hair to the front, but it never mattered by the time that I was finished with him. He wore wire rimmed glasses that I always made him keep on. I thought that they made him look just adorable, like a little bookworm who liked to get naughty from time to time.

"How has my Jerry been doing?" I asked seductively.

"Jerry's been a bad boy," he answered, immediately slipping into character.

"Is that so?" I challenged, cocking an eyebrow while putting my hands on my hips. "Well, I guess Jerry is going to have be punished tonight."

"Yes ma'am," he answered more gleefully than a man who was really in trouble.

I pointed to the floor and her immediately fell to his knees before me. I lifted my foot from the floor. He immediately kissed it. "That's a good boy," I cooed. "Now it's time for your punishment. Strip!"

Three hours and one red-assed man later, I was ready to shower and bury myself beneath my sheets. My session with Jerry had been a lot of fun, and now I was actually tired. I allowed him to shower with me, before he got dressed and handed me an envelope. "Merry Christmas, Simone."

I wasted no time opening the card that held twelve crisp one hundred dollar bills. "And a happy ho-ho to you, Jerry. Thank you, love." I kissed him on the cheek before softly closing the door behind him. Smiling, I looked around the bedroom. "I'll get the ropes and things up in the morning," I mumbled to myself. I climbed into my bed and slid my money under my pillow. I was asleep in record time.

The next morning was the twenty- fourth of December. I awakened early and got my room cleaned and laundry done. I then got dressed for the day. By the time I was done, most of the girls had already left for their various trips. I had to make a trip to the mall. I really didn't want to deal with the last minute crowd, but I felt like I had to show the madam that I appreciated her letting me stay for the holiday. And, NO . . . I was not being some kiss-ass by getting her a gift! 

After a ton of pondering, I came up with the perfect gift. After standing in line for over an hour, I finally was able to make my purchase and get the hell out of the crowded mall. "Damn last-minuters!" I fussed as a car waited for me to pull out of my parking space. Just to be a bitch, I took my time and checked my make up before pulling out.

I stopped at the video store and rented a couple of romance and action flicks and a Disney movie to amuse over the holiday before finally going back to the bordello. After parking in the back, I went into the house through the kitchen and journeyed upstairs to my bedroom. I was just about to slide a movie into the video player when Madam Nadia knocked on the door.

"I was about to have dinner," she said. "Would you like to join me?" She took one glance at the junk food that I had tossed across my bed. "Now I insist that you join me. I'll have a place set for you in my quarters in ten minutes. Be there."

"Yes ma'am," I responded like a scolded child. I put my goodies back in the plastic bag and washed my hands before going downstairs to join the madam. I was amazed at the layout that she had on her small dining table. Turkey and dressing, ham, green bean casserole and other goodies, along with already poured glasses of wine.

"Normally, I just have a sandwich," she informed me, "but I couldn't treat my guest with a ham sandwich."

"Madam, you really didn't have to do this for me," I told her.

"Call me Nadia," she then said. "Today and tomorrow, you are not my employee. You are my guest."

"Thank you, Nadia," I said, her name rolling off of my tongue with ease. I noticed her attire. Normally she was dressed to the nines in expensive suits and such. Today she was casually dressed in a knee length skirt that showed off her pretty legs and simple red blouse. Instead of the four inch heels, she wore a pair of comfortable looking flats. 

As if reading my mind, she said, "I bet you didn't think that I even owned clothes like this huh?"

"It's just a surprise," I admitted. "You still look as beautiful as ever though," I told her.

"That is very sweet of you, my dear," she said looking down at her plate.

Did she just blush?!

We ate dinner in a comfortable silence. Afterwards, I helped her take the dishes into the kitchen. On the spur of the moment I turned to her. "I was about to watch a movie before I turn in. Would you like to join me?"

She smiled that beautiful smile of hers and said, "I would love to."

As I journey up to my room, I couldn't stop smiling. That's when it occurred to me . . . I still had a crush on my boss!! Maybe inviting her up wasn't the best idea in the world after all. Well it was too late to back out now. I just hoped that I didn't make a complete ass out of myself.

A few minutes later, Nadia joined me in my bedroom and I started up the movie. I turned off the light so that there would be total darkness except for the television screen. We both laid at the foot of the bed like little girls and enjoyed the movie. As soon as the movie was over, she stood up and walked to the door. I followed her. 

"Well, thank you, my dear," she said. "I really enjoyed the movie."

"And I enjoyed your company," I informed her. To my amazement, she blushed again. "You know," I began, "to be the Madam of this massive bordello, you sure do blush a lot."

"Even an old lady like myself likes to feel valued from time to time," she told me.

"Well, you definitely are valued, my dear," I said, mimicking her. "When was the last time that you were pleasured, Nadia?"

The words were out before I could stop them. I was terrified of what her reaction would be. I could've just cost myself my job! After a few horrifying moments, she spoke.

"It's been quite a while."

"Why is that?" I probed. I was even more curious now.

"My main focus is to make sure that my girls are taken care of," she answered. "And before then, my job was to please our guests. It hasn't been about me for years."

I stood there for a moment, speechless. How could it be that a woman whose business was pleasure, never received pleasure herself? I was perplexed. I loved and enjoyed my job. It had never occurred to me that maybe it wasn't as much fun for the others as it was for me.

"Well, goodnight, my dear."

"Goodnight, Nadia," I said. "And thanks again."

"My pleasure, dear," she said as she walked towards the stairs.

Not yet, I thought as I closed my bedroom door. "But it will be . . . "

I quickly changed into a purple teddy and robe. I grabbed my basket of oils and lotions and made my way back down the stairs. Taking a deep breath, I knocked on her bedroom door. When she opened her door, I held up my basket. "Pleasure Inc., at your service."

"Pardon me?" she said with a laugh. She stepped aside to grant me access to her domain.

"You said that you haven't been pleasured in forever," I began. "Well tonight, you are going to get the best massage of your life. You look out for everyone else, but who looks out for you?"

"This is very sweet of you, dear," she said with a soft smile, "but you don't have to do this."

I took her hand in mine. "But I want to." And I did.

Sighing, she finally gave in. "What do you want me to do?" she asked.

"I want you to go and get undressed while I set up."

She went into her dressing room to do as I instructed, while I set up the oils and lotions and stuff. As the lotions warmed, I sat on the edge of her bed and waited for her to come out of her dressing room. A few minutes later, she came out in a sheer robe.

"I'm ready."

"Good," I said with a smile. "Come on over here and remove your robe and lay on your stomach."

I stood up from her bed so that she could do as I instructed. As she laid down and made herself comfortable, I couldn't help but to notice that in spite of her being in her forties, her body was still in good shape. Shapely legs and thighs and a firm, gorgeous ass....nicely rounded.....simply lovely. 

This was going to be a little harder than I had originally anticipated. "Are you comfortable?" I asked her.

"Yes. Thank you," she replied, closing her eyes.

Then I began. I began at her feet with a warm Almond-Cherry scented lotion, taking each foot in my hand, rubbing and kneading them firmly, but gently. She giggled a little bit as I slightly tickled one foot after finishing with it.

I moved up to her calves, using a scented oil. She moaned softly as I stoked her calves. Damn, she sounded sexy as hell when she moaned. It only made my desire stronger to make her feel good.

I leisurely made my way up to her thighs. When she stiffened a little, I asked, "Am I hurting you?"

"Oh nooooo," she answered with a purr. "It feels too good, love. You may have me at your mercy if you keep this up."

"Oh really?" I said with a sly smile. I continued my manipulations and worked my hands further up the back of her thighs, caressing her as I went. My fingertips brushed the curves of her ass and I heard her moan again. Dammit, I was lost, I had to make her moan FOR ME!

My hands moved to the center of her thighs and kneaded gently, causing my fingers to inadvertently (wink-wink) brush the exposed bits of flesh at her suddenly wet kitty cat. As I continued to massage her, she reflexively began to respond by slightly rolling her hips against my fingers. When she moaned again, I couldn't help asking: "You like that huh?"

"Yesssss," she cooed. She moaned again.

Throwing caution to the wind and forgetting that she was my boss, I tentatively slid a finger into her moist snatch and began to massage her from the inside. Then I added another finger to the combination and worked her slowly. Loving how she moaned and moved against my hand, I felt myself growing as wet as I knew she was. I bent forward and ran my tongue from the base of her back to the nape of her neck.

She groaned softly. "What are you doing to me, child?" she said in wonderment.

"Pleasuring you," I whispered against her neck. "Just enjoy it." 

I then turned her over onto her back and returned my finger to their previous location. I wanted to see her face as I finger fucked her. The look if bliss was almost my undoing! As I pumped my fingers inside of her, I bent my head and took one erect nipple into my mouth and nibbled on it.

"Mmmmmm . . . "

Her noises only spurred me on. As I licked and sucked on her breast and my finger rammed in and out of her, I rubbed her swollen clit with my thumb. I loved how she writhed and trembled beneath me. I took turns, licking and blowing on her super-sensitive nipples, watching them grow harder and harder. I ran a trail from her breasts to her neck with my tongue, until I came to her lips. I took them swiftly and she moaned into my mouth.

Her tongue was like a forbidden nectar as it swirled with mine. She tangled her fingers into my hair, encouraging me to continue what I had began. I pulled my lips away from hers in order to catch my breath. I then allowed my lips and tongue to travel down her neck to her chest and further down to her navel. She tittered as my tongue dipped into the shallow cavern and tickled her there. I felt her stomach tighten in anticipation as my tongue traveled from her navel to where her hair was fine and neatly trimmed.

I could feel her breathing change and hasten as I ran my tongue through the fine hairs. "Simone....please...." she begged with urgency.

Smiling to myself, my tongue found it's destination, flicking at her clit wildly as my fingers continued to slam into her wetness. She thrashed left and right as I devoured her. I followed the movement of her hips with my mouth as she bucked under me. The taste of her was enough to get me drunk.....delicious....

She cried my name over and over as she shuddered before exploding around my fingers. I quickly replaced them with my mouth. I drank every drop of her juices as my tongue slowly darted in and out of her dripping pussy. I then returned my mouth to her ultra-sensitive clit and licked and sucked on her mercilessly, sending her over the edge again until she begged for me to quit. Finally, I eased up on her, leisurely licking her inner thigh as she trembled uncontrollably.

"Simone," she uttered weakly. "You are something else, dear."

"I know," I said jokingly.

"You know, this could be considered sexual harassment," she said to me lazily.

"You loved it too much," I told her cockily as I soothingly stroked her thigh.

"That, I did," she said with a laugh. "I could get used to this."

"Really," she answered. "But you know I don't want to cause a rift between you and the other girls. I'm not in the habit of playing favorites."

"I don't expect you too," I told her. "I just wanted you to enjoy something for a change."

"That is very sweet of you, dear."

For a while, neither one of said much. The next thing that I knew, I was waking up and it was Christmas morning. As I rubbed my eyes, I caught a whiff of Nadia's scent on my fingers. The events of the night before flashed in my mind. I smiled lazily and stretched.

"Good morning, Simone."

I looked up and found Nadia sitting in a chair, watching me. "Good morning, Nadia," answered with a smile. "How are you this morning?"

"Wonderful, thanks to you, my dear."

"I'm glad to hear that," I told her as I sat up on her bed. Remembering that I had a gift for her, I said "I'll be right back" and ran up to my room. I hurried back down and handed her a crystal music box shaped like a piano. "Merry Christmas."

She stared at it in awe for a second before speaking. "Are you trying to butter me up?"

"Come on now," I said with a sigh. "I buttered you up LAST NIGHT . . . This is your Christmas gift."

She laughed before kissing me on my cheek. "You are spoiling me," she said smiling as she shook her head a little bit.

"And since you sang for me last night," I began with a wink, "tonight I will sing for you."

As promised, that night, I played the piano and sang for her. Much to my surprise, she escorted me back up to my bedroom and gave me the same treat that I had given her the night before. We ended up having to replace my mirror due to her teaching me who was the master in the house, but I loved every blissful minute of it. I knew from that day on, I wasn't going anywhere. I was hooked on Nadia.

From that year on, we spent every Christmas together. I still spent time with Cher and took care of my regulars, but it was Christmas that I always looked forward to. All year round, she was my boss, but during the Holidays, she was MY Nadia . . . 

And so, there is my final tale for you all. I guess that I can let the other girls share their tales with you now that I am done. I hope you enjoyed it . . . Hugs & Kisses . . . Simone . . .

Ladies of the Bordello Ch. 1



It has been over a year since I left the bordello. Quite frankly, I had grown tired of the sex! Imagine that! At the tender age of twenty-seven, I had already felt worn out. I had advanced fast in the ranks,  Co running the bordello by the time that I was 25, only four years after I had taken the job as a housekeeper there to finish paying for my college. I remember it like it was yesterday instead of  8  years ago....

"Can I help you young lady?"

I looked at the beautiful brown skinned woman who stood at the door of this HUGE home. "I came about the ad in the paper," I said nervously. The woman eyed me for a minute before she stepped aside to let me in. I followed her into a beautiful room that seemed to resemble an old saloon. "This is beautiful," I said admiring, the plush and velvety red couches, curtains and carpets.

"Thank you," she said in a heavy, yet beautiful accent that I had never heard before. "I take great pride in my home."

She offered me a seat on one of the love seat and sat in a high back chair across from me. "So you want to be the young lady that keeps my house clean, huh?"

"Yes ma'am," I responded solemnly. She remained quiet for a minute. Nervously, I scratched the top of my hand.

"What's your name, young lady?"

"Fairen," I replied.

"Okay, Fairen......Which is more important to you," she began, crossing her right leg over her left. "Sanitation or appearance?"

"Well, " I began clearing my throat. "I would say sanitation, but in a home  as lovely as this one, I would say that they are equally important. They should go hand in hand." She sat there across from me, not saying a word. "Look ma'am-"

"Madam Nadia," she quickly corrected me.

"Madam Nadia," I continued, "I really, really need this job. Your ad said three hundred dollars a week. I desperately need it to pay off my schooling. I have a car note to pay and rent. I can't take of it all doing part time work at the Weenie Rack. If you hire me, I WILL take care of your house. You'll be able to eat off the floor. You won't regret hiring me." She eyed me for a while longer before a smile crossed her face.

"Fine," she said. "You start on Monday.....But, the position is a live-in position. If I need something taken care of late at night, I want you here to do it." Then she changed the subject. "you do understand that this an establishment that caters to the needs of men in our community and travelers also. This a bordello and openly so. You do understand that in the evenings, you will be surrounded by many different men, though you aren't to fraternize with them?"

I nodded, mainly relieved that I had gotten the job PLUS a rent free place to stay. I was only too glad to get out of the roach infested hell hole where I was paying $125 every two weeks. By that Monday, I was moved into my new bedroom, right next to the kitchen which was fine with me. Quick access to the snacks when I could sneak past the "guests" as she called them.

For nearly two months I cleaned and went to school, never taking the time out to meet the "girls". I never spoke to them, I did my work and left or went to my room where I felt totally comfortable by myself. I was always pretty much a loner. Growing up in the system, moving from one foster home to another, I was my own best friend, needing no one. One day, the Madam asked me why I chose to be by myself all of the time. I simply told her that I like it better that way.

"It's not good for you child."

"Maybe it isn't....maybe it is", was my remark.

"Are you sassing me child?" she asked in that accent, putting her hands on hips.

"No ma’am," I said. "I'm just letting you know how I feel. Being by myself keeps me out of trouble. I have my future to think of."

She looked at me with those sparkling eyes of hers and smiled at me. "I have big things in store you", she said.

I laughed a little at the comment. what could she possibly have in store for me, I thought to myself. I'm just the housekeeper. 

One night, it was really late and I was cramming for an exam. I heard someone in the living room. Madam Nadia had already locked the door and all of the lights were out. I eased my door open and peered around the corner. Sitting at the bar with a glass of water was Angela, a pretty young girl who had been at the house just a little while longer than I. She was whimpering to herself. When she noticed me, she turned away. I eased my way up to her. Normally I would’ve just shut my door and pretended like I hadn't seen a thing, but for some strange reason, I felt like she needed someone to talk to and what the heck! It would be my good deed for the day. "Are you okay?" I asked her.

"Why do you care," she said accusingly. "I'm just a whore to you."

"Whoa lil' mama," I said, looking at her. "You don't know me well enough to assume shit about me. I was just trying to make sure that you were okay. I was doing just fine until I heard you doin' all this whinin' out here. So do you want to talk or what because I can continue my studying and easily say fuck you. The choice is yours."  When she didn't say anything, I said, "Fuck you then." I had almost made it to my room when she asked for me to wait. She rose from the barstool, glass in hand, and followed me into my room. We both sat quietly for a few minutes before she finally spoke. She had confessed to me that she had been force upon by one of the customer. 

"That probably sounds crazy to you," Angela said. "Sleeping with people is what I do. But this guy...."She continue to tell me about how harsh and rough he was and how she begged him to stop when she couldn't take anymore of the pain. He told me about how he pinned her down and covered her mouth so that she couldn't scream. She started crying all over again.

"Don't cry," I said gently stroking her hair as she laid her head on my shoulder. "It'll be okay."

She shook her head at me and said, "He'll be back next week for me. He said that he want's only me from now on." She wrapped her arms around me and sobbed some more. 

"Why don't you tell the Madam?" I asked. "I'm sure that she would do something about it."

"I don't want her to think that I can't take care of myself," she answered. For a minute, I just looked at her. For some reason, I felt like I had to help her.

"I'll tell you what," I said. "I'll talk to her for you."

"Why?" she asked, wiping tears from her grey eyes. "I can handle it. After all, it's an easy five hundred dollars. All I have to do is lay there and take it."

For a brief moment I didn't hear past the five hundred dollars. I focused on what she was saying again. We talked for a while and she began to feel a little better. The longer that I talked to her the more I began to like her. For the next week she would come into my room after her "guest" left and we would lay on the bed and chatter like little girls. She was my first real friend and I waited every night for her to creep into my room so that we could talk. 

She would tell me about her sexual adventures and a lot of times we would laugh about them. I found out that she always made at least three hundred dollars and the Madam always got twenty percent from all of her girls. She had thirteen girls who were busy almost every night. I was amazed at how much the girls brought in every night. With that kind of money, I could pay off my car and school loan in no time flat. But there was no way that I had the nerve to have sex with a different guy every night! But, the money did put a little something on my mind....

That Sunday night, Madam Nadia had a full house (as usual). Before that "guests" had started arriving, Angela had come into my room. Hey eyes were wide and it was apparent that she was nervous. She had slept with several other men with ease, but now she couldn't stop fidgeting. "Come here and sit down." She sat on the edge of the bed. I got on my knees and began to massage her shoulders and neck. I could feel her muscles start to loosen up as I spoke to her. "It'll be okay, Angie."

"How do you know?" she asked as her head rolled forward.

"Because if he hurts you tonight, I'll kick his ass myself." For a second, she seemed to go still. "You're my friend now," I explained. "I don't have any other friends, so it's only right that I take care of the one that I got."

She then stood and smiled at me. "Thank you," she said hugging me. She gave me a quick but soft kiss on my cheek before leaving my room. I sat there on the bed for a while, wondering what had possessed her to kiss me on the cheek. It felt warm minutes later and I kind of smiled to myself .

At around three thirty that night, I laid on my bed reading when Angela stumbled into my bedroom, trembling horribly. As she came close to me, I saw the blood trickle down her leg. She looked at me with fear in her eyes. I felt the heat rise in me from the anger. As she held herself up on my bed, I stormed out of my room just as he was coming down the stairs. "You just stop where the fuck you are!" I yelled at him.

"Aren't you the laundry girl?" he asked with a sarcastic laugh.

"Fuck you, bitch" was my response as I met him at the bottom step of the staircase. "I know what you did to my friend."

"I tore the pussy up,”he said smiling a little bit. “So what?"

"You like to tear shit up right," I said, looking up at him. "Now I gotta tear YOU up."

"Move out of my way little girl," he said pushing me to the side to walk past  me. I then grabbed him by his shoulder and turned him around. I sent a punch his way that would've made Mike Tyson proud. He stumble backwards a little in surprise. 

"MADAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" screamed Angela from the doorway of my bedroom. I barely heard her as I watched this tall man approach me with venom in his eyes. The only thing that saved me at that point was the fact that he tripped over his own foot. As he fell to floor, I rush over to him, taking the opportunity to kick him as many times as I could. I stomped him with everything in me. When I was convinced that he wouldn't be to quick to get up, I went over to Angela to make sure that she was okay. As I tried to talk to her, her eyes grew big as waffles. Then I heard the sound of a rifle being cocked.

"If you lay a hand on one of my girls, so help me God..."

I turned around to find Madam Nadia standing at the top of the stairs with her gun pointed at the man who was now standing near me with a vase in his hand.

"I will put a hole in you so big that you'll need a glass and curtains to cover it up. Get the hell outta my house!"

The man scrambled out of the front door as Madam Nadia made her way down the stairs and over to us. She looked at me and said, "Let's get her to the hospital.."

Three hours later, a doctor spoke to us. Several of the girls had come with Madam Nadia and I. We all stood around the doctor.

"She's going to have to stay here overnight. She won't be able to do her....normal activities for at least a month. She has torn tissues, her cervix was badly bruised....."

After the long explanation, he let us all pay her a quick visit in spite of the late hour. Once the other girls had left the room, Angela reached her hand out to me. "Stay with me please." I couldn't deny her that. I pulled a chair up close to her bed and held her hand. We both fell asleep.

The next day, she was able to return to return to the Madam's home. She took a shower and then came down to my room. We both lay in the bed like sisters almost. "I don't know what I am going to do," she said to me.

"About what?" I asked, looking over at her.

"I don't have any money," she stated flatly.

"What are you talking about?" I asked. "You made almost nineteen hundred last week."

"It all goes to taking care of my brother," she confessed. He was sick and in a home for kids she explained to me. My heart bled for her."If the people knew what I was doing, I would never get to see him. They think that I make this money doing hair! Can you believe that?!"

"Well," I said, "I heard there was good money in doing hair."

She looked at me and we both burst out laughing. "It will be okay," I promised. She laid her head on my shoulder as I said, "I am here for you."

She fell asleep with her head on my shoulder. That's when I thought  up a plan that would benefit both me and my friend. That night, I went to the madam..... "I want to go to work for you."

"Pardon me?" she said with a little disbelief. "What about your schooling, young lady?"

"I only have a little while left to go and I have no intention of quitting," I told her. "I just...."

"This is about Angela isn't it?" Madam Nadia said.

"Some of it," I confessed. "But not all of it."

"Oh really?" the Madam said, raising that elegantly arched eyebrow of hers. "What else is there, child?"

"Well," I confessed, "I'm curious."

"Curious?"

"I've been here for a while now, Madam," I began. " You pay me well and give me a place to stay for free, but after I pay my car note and insurance and pay on my loans and stuff, I barely have enough to do anything else. I haven't went shopping since I was in high school, ya know...."

"I understand completely," Madam Nadia said to me. "I was once where you are, Child, so I can see where you are coming from. But are you absolutely sure that this is what you want to do. This a lot different that keeping my place clean. This is a completely different lifestyle."

"I am aware of this, Madam," I said with more confidence than I actually felt. "I can handle it."

Madam Nadia looked at me for a few moments as though she was debating. After a few minutes, she asked,"Are you sure that you will be okay with having sex with sometimes six different men every week?"

"Madam," I said firmly, "I can handle it."

"If you're sure...."

"I'm sure."

"Fine," she said, finally giving in. "Do you own any sexy clothing?"

"Ummmmm.."

"I didn't think so," the madam said walking over to a painting on her wall. She pulled the picture to the side, revealing a gray safe. After opening it the combination padlock, she pulled out a stack of money and handed it to me. "Take this money and go to Fredricks Boutique. Angela can go with you and help you find some negligees that are suitable. You begin tonight."

She then gave me an upstairs bedroom but told me that I could keep my first one until she found a replacement for me. My upstairs room was for entertainment purposes mostly, she explained to me. I was to keep it looking elegant with the satin and lace curtains and silk sheets and oriental carpeting that she had already decorated it with. I understood this. I really hated to give up my bedroom downstairs, so an idea popped into my head. "How about letting Angela do the housekeeping until she gets better?"

Madam Nadia thought about this for a moment before saying "If Angela agrees, so be it."

I ran back to my room. A few minutes later, Angela came into the room. "What's going on?" she asked me.

"Tonight, I start working in your place and you start working in mine," I explained. "That is, if you don't mind doing housekeeping until you get better."

"I don't mind," she said, "But are you sure that you want to do this?"

"Yes," I said. "I told you that it was going to be alright, didn't I?" When she nodded, I said, "I meant it. Come on. You have to help me find something sexy to wear."

Two hours later, Angela and I were still in Fredricks. I had found several different negligees and was also looking for accessories. I saw Angela eyeing a royal blue satin strapless nightgown with a split on the side. "You like that?" I asked her.

"I think that it is gorgeous," she said still eyeing it.

"Try it on," I said. "The madam gave me a ton of money. If you like it when you try it on, I'll get it for you." She argued for a few minutes before I said, "When you get the extra money, you can always pay me back." She finally gave in and grabbed the gown from the rack. She ran into the dressing room.

A few minutes later, she said, "Don't laugh. Tell me what you think." She stepped out of the dressing room and my breath caught in my throat. The satin gown looked as if it had been tailor made for her. The split on the side on the gown ran all of the way up her thigh, revealing her smooth peach hued leg. She was stunning! My mouth gapped open at the sight of her. I don't think that I had ever seen anyone so beautiful before. "You don't like it?" she said tucking a strand of her jet black hair behind her ear.

"Are you kidding?!" I said in disbelief. "Girl, you are hot like fire!" She blushed at the complement. "You have to get it!"

"Do you really think so?" she said, smiling at me. I nodded enthusiastically. "Okay," she said, "but I am going to pay you back for it."

"Okay" was all that I said.

We both left the boutique with are packages, chatting like schoolgirls. That night as I dressed in my new bedroom, she came in and gave me a pep talk. We then talked until, Madam Nadia rang the bell announcing the arrival of the first few guests. "Here goes," I said to my friend as I began to walk to my door.

"Wait a minute," Angela said quickly. She walked up to me and gave me a soft kiss on my lips. "For good luck" she explained. I nodded my head, somewhat dazed by the feel of her lips on mine, and walked out of the room. Thirty minutes later, I was still mulling over how much I enjoyed the soft kiss that we shared. I only half watched what was taking place in the saloon area as the men talked to the “girls”. I had yet to be approached, so I just sat quietly, lost in my own private thoughts. I felt someone nudge me. It was Simone (a gorgeous Black & Oriental girl with midnight black hair with blond highlights). 

“Huh?” I said looking at her.

She smiled at me and said, “Robert has been looking at you since he arrived.”

“Who?” I asked. “I don’t know these men like y’all do.”

She laughed and pointed discreetly. “Him.”

My hazel eyes met a beautiful pair emerald green ones. “Oh my.” Robert was a handsome man! Besides those fabulous eyes, he had dark blond hair that seemed to have been kissed by the sun. His skin was bronze from being in the sun, not the tanning bed. He was dressed in a pair of black slacks and a blue polo shirt. He smiled at me and I smiled back.

“He’s not going to come to you,” Simone informed me. “He likes to see if you’ll have the nerve to approach him. Believe me, it’ll be worth it.”

“Think so?” I asked.

“I know so,” she said, winking at me.

“Well, why aren’t you going over to him?” I challenged her.

“It’s not my turn, girlie,” she said. “Besides, you’re fresh game to him. Don’t be scared.”

I gathered my nerves and put on what I hoped was a sexy smile. I stood up from my seat at the bar and slowly made my way over to him. “Good evening,” I said standing in front of him. “I am Fairen.”

“I’m Robert,” he said in a deep timbre.

“I know,” I said, smiling at him. “Do you mind if I sit next to you?”

“Darlin’,” he said, looking me up and down. “You can sit anywhere that you want.”

I sat next to him and crossed my right leg over my left, giving him a better view of my smooth caramel thigh. We made idle chit chat for a few minutes. Then Madam Nadia cleared her throat from the top of the stairs. “Good evening, gentlemen. I am Madam Nadia and my girls and I welcome you to our home. My girls will take good care of you, BUT you also have to take good care of them. We aim to please but we don’t mind if you please us a little too.” She giggled a little bit. “You gentlemen may now retire with the lady of your choice......Have a nice evening, ladies and gentlemen.”

I then stood and held my hand out to Robert. I knew then that there was no turning back. As we walked up the stairway to my new bedroom, I gave myself a mental pep talk. When we entered my room, I realized that my personal pep talk didn’t work. I was a bundle of nerves! Robert made himself comfortable on my bed, putting his hands behind his head and crossing his feet at the end of my bed. For moments he just stared at me. “You are a very beautiful woman,” he said, looking at me from head to toe.




Ladies of the Bordello Ch. 1



“Thank you,” I said, smiling a little bit.

“Come here,” he directed. I went and sat on the edge of the bed. “I know that you’re a beginner. You don’t have to be nervous, sweetheart.” He place one of his big strong hands on my shoulder and rub it slowly. “I’ll break you in gently.”

I felt myself grow warm and moist at his words. He sat up and eased my body to his. I felt his arms wrap around me and before I knew it, his lips were on mine. “Relax,” he urged against my lips. I felt myself begin to relax against him. I allowed him access into my mouth. I relaxed more as my tongue fought with his. He grunted his approval into my mouth. After another minute, he tore his mouth away from mine. “Damn,” he said, looking at me. “Very nice, sexy lady.” 

Catching my breath, I smiled broadly and said, “Thank you.”

“Strip for me,” he then said. As felt my nerves coming back by the pound. As if sensing my nerves going awry, Robert stood up and said, “If you plan on making it in this line of work, you can’t be afraid. If I were a different man, I would’ve already left you for another girl. You can’t make your money that way, sweetheart.”

“I know,” I said, falling back onto my bed as though were confessing to a big brother instead of a potential lover. “I don’t know if I can go through with this,” I confessed.” I don’t think that I can sleep a different man every night.”

He then leaned over me and said, “Don’t think of it that way. Think of it as you being with your lover. These ladies here make their money because they are not intimidated by what they do. They know that they are in control. You control your lover whether you know it or not. The men come here to be with you ladies because they know that you will bring them great pleasure. A fuck is easy to find. You ladies are special though. If you keep that in mind, there is nothing that you can’t handle in this house. Believe it or not, you already have me.”

His words gave me the extra push that I needed to go through with it. I pushed him off of me and rose from the bed. I walked over to the dresser and picked up a remote control and turned on some music to help my mood.  I then slowly began to strip for him, locking my eyes with eyes his from time to time to make sure that I had his full attention. My silky robe hit the floor, soon followed by my negligee. I stood before him in my heels and thigh high stockings. He looked at me intently.

“So,” I said, placing my hands on my hips. “What do you think?”

“Beautiful,” he answered in a hushed voice. “Awesome” he continued.

Now feeling a little on the catty side, I walked over to him and said, “Your turn.” When he reached for the bottom of his shirt, I stopped him. “Allow me.” I then proceeded to slowly undress him. I removed his shirt revealing a smooth, well muscled, rock hard chest. I ran my tongue over a nipple, bringing it to life. I ran my hands over his warm skin, mentally and physically making him mine. My hands went to the button of his slacks. I undid it and, then unzipped his pants. I slowly pulled his pants and underwear down and his thick, hard penis sprang forward towards me, beckoning me. My eyes widened at the size of it.

“Do you think that you can handle it?” he challenged.

“Oh yes,” I answered as I moved my lips closer to his. I brushed his lips softly with my own as I took his manhood into my hand and stroked it for the first time. I held on to it as I guided him to my bed. I pushed him gently onto the bed thinking to myself “It’s time to make this dough.” I began to lick and kiss on his neck and chest as his hands rubbed on my back and ass. I allowed my lips to journey to his washboard stomach, pausing at his navel for a minute. I then journeyed lower, where ten hard inches of his body waited for me. I slowly began to tease his head with the tip of my tongue. I heard him mumble “yes” as I continued to tease him. I then took his head between my lips and sucked at it gently. I then began to take more and more of him into my mouth. Still new to having so much man between my lips, I could only take about half of it.  Allowed my hand to take care of what my mouth couldn’t. We soon had a rhythm going as he held the back of my head and slowly fucked my hand and mouth. When I felt his body begin to tense up, I eased away from him. “Not yet,” I told him. “Not until I let you...”

Feeling myself being filled with a completely  new kind of power, I mounted him and began to ease down on to his thick shaft. I moaned as I filled myself with him. I hesitated when I felt like I had taken more than enough of him inside of me. Not yet satisfied with how much I had taken, Robert grabbed my shoulders and pulled me down on him, stretching past my walls. I screamed at the explicit pain, but was surprised at the pleasure that I also felt. “Yes”, he urged. “Take it all.” He kneaded my ass as I sat on top of him, trying to grow accustomed to his size. I couldn’t believe that I had taken ten inches of rock hard dick into my kitty cat! Growing a little more comfortable to his size, I began rock back and forth on him slowly. He then joined my rhythm, slowly inching in and out of me. Feeling more and more confident and wanton, I began to roll my hips faster and harder, grinding against him, moaning as he grunted saying that urged me on.“Yeah.....” “ Work that pussy....”

 His words drove me to new heights in mission to please him AND myself. I felt the pressure begin to build up in me. As if sensing it, he grabbed my hips and lifted me off of him. “If I can’t get mine,” he explained, “you can’t get yours.” He held both of my hands above my head with one of his big strong hands. His other hand caressed and kneaded my right breast, occasionally pinching and twisting my nipple. He then brought his mouth down to it and sucked at it greedily. I moaned loudly when he nibbled on my nipple. “You like that?” he asked, looking up at me. I could only nod my head in response as his free hand strayed down to the lips that cover my throbbing, swollen clit. He rubbed me there slowly at first, teasing the tip of my clit as it peeked from between my pussy lips. I moaned again. “I like when you do that,” he said, going back to work on my breast with his mouth as he then slid two long fingers into my hot, wet kitty. Getting then good and wet, he then returned his soaked fingers to my clit and  rubbed it harder than he had before. I writhed and squirmed beneath him. I loved the way he that he was torturing me.

He finally let my hands go and they went to his shoulders. As I eased him downward, he knew exactly what I wanted. His tongue soon replaced his fingers at my clit. My hands pressed the back of his head, urging him closer so that he could devour my cat. He licked and suck on my clit for what seemed like hours before he allowed his tongue to dive into the pit of my pussy. He lapped at me hungrily as hips rose to meet his mouth. My hands held the back of his head as I fucked his face as he had done mine over an hour before. It wasn’t too long before I exploded into his mouth. He drank every drop of me as I cried out his name and my body shook and tremble through my awesome orgasm. It wasn’t the only time that I came that night. I returned the favor to him when I flipped him onto his back and proceeded to give him what I hoped was the best blow job that he had ever received! When he came in my mouth, I swallowed all that I could, pretending that he was my ex- boyfriend, the only other person who had ever received that honor. Hours later, I watched Robert get dressed from where I laid wrapped in my satin sheets. “So,” I said, “what do you think?”

“I think,” he said, looking down at me. “You will be a raging success in your new line of work.” I smiled as he walked over to my dresser and placed several bills on the dresser. He smiled at me at he walked out of my door. Curiosity had me springing out of the bed to see how much he had left me. I picked up the seven $100 bills and almost had a fit!

That was the beginning of my career as a Lady of the Bordello........





























Ladies of the Bordello Ch. 2



Fairen—PART 2

After weeks had passed and Angela got better, I continued to work as a lady of the house for the Madam. I eventually had to give up my bedroom downstairs to the new housekeeper, but by then I had grown accustomed to my new bedroom. 

Late at night, when both of our “guests” had left, Angela would come into my room and we would lay on my bed and talk about what had happened or how our day went. We talked about everything and absolutely nothing! One night, I told her of how I wanted to run a business of my own. She then confessed that she really did dream of doing hair and running a spa.

“You can do it,” I encouraged her.

“I know I can,” she agreed. “But right now, getting this operation for my little brother and taking care of him is much more important and tips from hair school is not going to cover it. Working here, in this house, does.”

“I guess that I can understand that,” I told her. “You are a really good person and you’ll get it. I have faith in you.”

“Thank you, girl,” she told me. “That means a whole lot to me.”

“Well, YOU mean a whole lot to me,” I confessed to her. “You’re my best friend.”

We laid there for a while lost in our own thoughts before we both fell asleep.


A couple of months later, I finally graduated from the university that I was attending. I was congratulated by the Madam and the other ladies of the house. Angela had something better in mind. That afternoon, right after the graduation ceremony, she treated me to lunch at a very nice restaurant....

“This is really nice,” I said as I made myself comfortable in my chair. I took in the atmosphere of the place. A beautiful fountain was only a few feet away from us. Exotic flowers and plants were everywhere. Soft jazz played in the background. The total effect was very relaxing. “UI like this.”

“Only the best for my girl,” she said smiling at me. We sipped on strawberry daiquiris as we waited for our appetizers. Once our lobster and crab stuffed porta bella mushrooms arrived, we nibbled on the delicacies and made small talk. Once we were dining on our different seafood pastas, she asked, “What now?”

“I don’t know,” I confessed. “Maybe, I will just relax for a couple of weeks, then look for a job at a nice company for starters. I’m still debating.”

“Are you going to stay at the bordello for a while?” she asked. For some reason, her eyes seemed to beg me to say yes.

“For a little while,” I said. “But I don’t plan to be there forever.”

“Neither do I,” Angela told me. “Once my brother has his surgery and I save up a little extra cash, I am outta there. I want my brother at home with me.”

“That’s good,” I told her. “That’s the way that it should be. You still plan on going to school to get your license?”

“Of course,” she said after swallowing a shrimp. “I’m good!” she informed me with confidence. “You ought to let me hook you up.”

“So what are you trying to say?” I joked. “I look like shit?”

“No, girl,” she said on a laugh. “I just know that I can make that pretty face of yours look even better with a facial and a cute hairstyle.”

“Think so?” I challenged her.

“I know so,” she said back at me. She sat there for a second before saying, “I have an idea.” I sat and waited for her to finish. “Let’s take the night off and get a room away from the house, maybe even out of town. I’ll fix you and me up and we can go out.”

I sat for a second, thinking about it. “That does sound like fun,” I admitted to her. “Okay. Let’s do it.” She gave me a gleeful little yelp before she paid the check. We then went back to the bordello and packed a days worth of clothes and necessities. We told Madam Nadia that we would not be working that night and we then hopped into my black Honda Accord. 

We rode for about two hours and checked into a suite at a Hilton Hotel nearly a hundred and fifty miles from the bordello. We entered our room and eyes  flew to the hot tub that was already on and bubbling. Excited, we both stripped down to nothing and made our way to the hot tub that waited for us. We had grown used to seeing one another naked as we tried on different negligees when we went shopping or got ready for our guests at the bordello.     What Angela didn’t know was that I loved looking at her! Her petite body was ideal for a goddess. She was stunning and what made that better was that she didn’t even know it.

Her eyes were a awesome green with flecks of gold! She was about 5'4", a 34 C with a tiny waist, a tight, flat stomach and a very nice ass. Her peach complexion often made people wonder if she was a white girl or a black girl. Very few people knew that because of her mixed heritage, she was in actuality both. Her jet black hair was naturally curly and fell to the middle of her back when she wore it down. When she wore it straight, it fell nearly to her waist.  As we sat in the hot tub, she had it pulled up into a ponytail of curls.

I was about the same height as Angela(maybe a drop taller), but that’s where the similarities between us ended. My hair black with reddish highlights and was straight. It fell just below my shoulders. I was often complemented on my hazel eyes that were just a few shades lighter than  my caramel hued skin. My breasts were larger than Angela’s though, 36 D, to be exact. My waist wasn’t as small as hers, but nice just the same. My hips were what some people called “child-birthing hips”. Though my stomach was flat, it was softer than Angela’s. However my most noticeable feature was an ass that made Jennifer Lopez’s seem small! You could damn near sit a drink on it without me knowing! Butt anyway  (get the pun?)......

We both relaxed in the tub for about half an hour before I asked her what she had in store for my make over.

“I was thinking about giving you an up-do,” she informed me. “You always wear it in that bob. It’s time to try something new. Trust me. I’ll take good care of you.”

“You better not mess me up,” I told her, though I knew that she wouldn’t. “Let’s get out of this hot tub before we look like prunes,” I said before I rose from the hot tub.

“I’ll be out in a few minutes,” she said, laying her head back against the rim of the hot tub. She then closed her eyes as a soft moan escaped her lips.

For a minute, I could only stare at her. As my gaze fell to her slightly parted lips, I suddenly wondered what they would feel like brushing gently against mine. I closed my eyes for several seconds and let my mind savor what my imagination had created.

“Fairen?”

Angela’s voice pulled me out of my reverie. “Hmm?” I asked a little breathlessly.

“Are you okay?” she asked me, stepping out of the hot tub.

“I’m fine,” I assured her as I dried myself off with a fluffy towel. “Once I slip on a shirt, you can have your way with  me.”

“Well, I didn’t know that you liked me like that,” she joked.

I just laughed a little. If only she knew!

I found a large button-up shirt in my bag and slipped it on. “I’m ready,” I told her. 

“Okay,” she said as she plugged up several hair curling irons. Then she opened up an enormous makeup case and said, “While the curlers get warm, I’m going to spruce up your face- not that you really need any sprucing up.” she quickly assured me.

“Yeah...whatever,” I said, rolling my eyes at her. 

For the next thirty minutes, she worked on my face, picking out and trying out every color of lipstick and eye shadow that she had until she was satisfied. Everything was going smoothly until she started tweezing my eyebrows. “I don’t think I like this shit,” I told her as I slapped the tweezers out of her hand.

“Quit being a baby,” she said as she retrieved the eye-plucking tool form the floor. “Would you prefer it if I waxed them off?” she challenged.

“Hell no,” I replied, remembering my first and only wax job. “Just hurry up and get it over with”, I told her, steeling my self for the multiple plucks to my eyebrows.

A few minutes later....

“That wasn’t so bad now, was it?” Angela asked me triumphantly as she set the evil eye torturing tool on the dresser top. I just gave her an evil look. “You look beautiful...trust me,” she told me. “And now... on to your hair!!”

Forty minutes (three different hair curlers and several hair pins) later, Angela allowed me to finally look into a mirror to see what she called her “Masterpiece”. I was very impressed with her work. I couldn’t believe that the girl in the mirror was me! My regular straight “bob” hairstyle was gone, replaced with a ton of soft ringlets piled onto the top of my head with a few tendrils loose, caressing both sides of my face. The makeup that the used seemed to make my eyes stand out. I was very, very happy with what she had done. “I love it!” I told her. “You are awesome!”

She blushed at my compliment and said, “Thank you. I had fun doing it. You look very beautiful.”

“Do you really think so?” I asked, still looking at my reflection in the mirror.

“I’ve always thought that you were beautiful,” she said. “I just accented it. That’s all.”

I turned to her and said, “Really?”

“Yes... Really.”

We both looked at one another for a few moments before I broke the silence. “I think that you are beautiful too”, I told her.

“You don’t have to say that because I said it,” she said looking down at her hands. She then began to fidget with her hands.

When she refused to look at me, I raised her head with my fingertips. “You really don’t know how beautiful you are, do you?” I asked, being bold enough to caress her soft cheek with my finger. I secretly  reveled at the feel of her warm skin. “You are simply stunning,” I told her. “You drive the men crazy!” Then I confessed, “You drive ME crazy!”

Her eyes widened as she looked into mine. I feared what she may have been thinking, but I figured that if I had went that far and let the cat out of the bag, I would go all of the way. I tilted her lips towards mine and gently brushed them with my own. Her lips parted with a small gasp, however she made no objections. I took this a s a cue to make another move. I kissed her gently again, adding  just a little more pressure to her lips. I almost lost it when I heard a soft moan come from her. I was enjoying  it so much, but it seemed that I wasn’t the only one! I felt her hands land shakily on my waist. Her hands shook as I continued to softly kiss her lips. “Do you want me to stop?” I asked her, barely recognizing my own voice.

“No”, she said, looking at me shyly. She then took one shaky hand and began to remove the hairpins that she had neatly placed in my hair only minutes before. When I looked at her with curiosity, she said, “I liked it like this too.”

I looked in the mirror and saw the reflection of the two of us so close. My breath caught in my throat at the erotic picture that we made. I then looked back at her and asked, “Are you sure about this?”

“I’ve never been surer about anything,” she assured me.”I want this.... I NEED this...”

She then touched my cheek with her soft delicate hand and drew me closer to her. Our lips met in a soft kiss that grew deeper and more urgent. My hands ran over her shoulders, arms, sides and back as her hands caressed my face neck and back. 

It was a new sensation for me to kiss a woman this way. I hadn’t felt this kind of passion in the men that I had kissed before...not even Robert! When we finally pulled apart, we were both in desperate need of air. “Oh my” was all that I could say! When Angela and I looked at each and kinda laughed a little bit, I had figured that it was the end of it. Our “experimenting” was over. However, Angela surprised me. She looked me in the eye and then lifted and removed her tee shirt from her body. Once again, I was taken aback by the beauty of her body. I could only look at her as she approached me and began to unbutton my shirt. Once all of the buttons were unclasped, she gently pushed the shirt from my shoulders. I let it fall to the floor with a soft whoosh.

She stared at me for a moment before saying, “You are gorgeous.”

“Not half as gorgeous as you,” I told her with a smile. Somewhat nervously, I reached out and gently ran my knuckles across her right nipple. It seemed to come to life at my touch, slowly hardening at my caress. Unable to resist, I bent my head down and lightly sucked it into my mouth. She moaned and pulled my head closer to her body. She tangled her fingers into my hair as I gently pulled on her nipple with my lips. After a few moments, I pulled away from her and asked her if she liked what I was doing. She nodded before kissing me with the kind of passion that I had never experienced before her. 

How we made it to the bed, I have no clue, but before I knew what happened, we were both on the bed entwined in each other, kissing deeply and urgently. When I felt her moist pussy brush against my thigh, I almost went mad! I had never wanted any one like I wanted her! I tore my lips away from her and returned my attention to her beautiful breasts. AS I licked and sucked and nibbled on her right nipple, I played with her left one until it was nearly as hard a  marble. Then I turned my attention to it, gently torturing it with my tongue, teeth and lips and I played with the right one with my free hand.

When her now wet pussy brushed across my belly, I realized that I had been neglecting it. As I continued to suck on her left nipple, I removed my hand from her right one and let it slowly trail down to her soaking clit and felt the wetness that waited for me. Hearing Angela’s soft intake of breath let me know that I was doing the right thing. ‘Yes, Fairen....yes!” she moaned as my hand began to slowly massage her throbbing clit. She squirmed and writhed under my delicate touch to her clit. My own clit had began to throb, so I left hers just long enough to temporarily appease myself. I rubbed my soaking wet pussy quickly for a few moments before returning to hers. “Fairen.... please!” she moaned, her head turned against her pillow. 

I then slowly slid two fingers into her sopping wet pocket and fingered her gently as my lips returned to hers for another one of those mind boggling kisses. Is my fingers moved in and out of her, my thumb constantly grazed her clit, making her moan over and over for me. I looked at her after a few minutes and asked her, “Do you want it?”


“Yes” she said breathlessly, nodding her head furiously. “Yes please!” I then slowly ran a trail down from her lips to her neck, then down her stomach, pausing just long enough to dip my tongue into her navel. She moaned as I made my way to her saturated pussy. Gingerly, I parted her pussy lips, revealing the swollen nub that awaited me. I flicked it back and forth a few times with my fingertips before I nervously flicked it with the tip of my tongue. She jumped slightly at the contact. 

I looked up at her. 

“Don’t stop,” she urged, redirecting my head back to her clit. I flicked my tongue across it, up and down, back and forth several times. Then, feeling saucier, I let my tongue plunge deep into her sopping, juicy cave of femininity, relishing the very flavor of her. I had never savored a taste like it and I tremendously enjoyed it!

 She tugged on my hair in ecstasy, hurling her head from side to side, moaning, bitting into her bottom lip as I sipped from her womanhood. I reintroduced my tongue to her clit and slithered two fingers back into her quaking cat. Her hips rolled and rose to meet my mouth. She bucked beneath me, basking in the delight that I was offering her. “Fairen...” she whimpered over and over as I fucked her with my fingers and gave her the profoundest of all kisses. “Fairen...” she moaned, “I’m cumming!”Her grasp on the curls in my hair tightened as her perspiring body acclimated as she detonated with her first awesome climax. She wept my name over and over again as she drifted from the cloud that I had placed her upon.

We laid noiselessly for a while, hearing only the sounds of our breathing. I laid my head on her stomach as she stroked my hair. “Fairen, I am speechless”, she declared to me in wonder. “That was phenomenal.”

“I agree,” I said, looking up at her, feeling the pulsating between my thighs. I still lacked release.

I felt kinda peculiar about asking her to do to me what I had done to her so I decided to placate myself. When I heard her breathing slow down I knew that she was asleep so I climbed into the bed next to her and proceeded to rub my fingers across my pulsating pussy, determined to swiftly satisfy myself. I closed my eyes and pretended that it was Angela who was quickly rubbing my pussy, not me.

As if my imagination has metamorphosed into reality, I felt Angela’s had stop the progress that I was striving to make. “No darling,” she whispered to me before her delicate lips found mine. Our tongues dueled as her hands went to my breasts. She gently toyed with my   nipples until they were both as hard as tiny boulders before she tore her mouth away from mine and captured one in her mouth. Sensations that I was unenlightened with surged through me as she gently nibbled upon the solid kernels at the tips of my breasts. I had had my breast sucked upon many times before, but being with Angela made it so much more stimulating! I moaned as she took turns on each nipple, tugging each into her mouth, worshiping them with her tongue.

I nearly lost my mind when she replicated my earlier treatment on her, placing two fingers deep into my love nest, soaking her fingers with my sex juices. She then took the same two fingers and ran them over my sopping clit. “Mmmmm, Angie...” I moaned as she rubbed me slowly then quickly, then slowly again. I elevated my hips to give her fingers greater access to my palpitating clit. She kissed me deeply as she slither those wonderful fingers back into my pussy, finger fucking me slowly, letting her thumb graze as I had done her previously. No longer feeling bashful in the least, I moaned , “Taste me.....PLEASE!”

Angela smiled at me sexily before her head drifted to my biding, trembling pussy. Experimentally, her tongue sloshed against my clit, nearly sending me over the edge. Growing more confident from hearing my wails of delight, she then leisurely began to devour my pussy, licking my clit then lapping at the lair of my womanhood, dipping her tongue deep into me before working me over with those magical fingers. She fingered me strongly as she licked and sucked on my clit.  I held the back of her head as I made love to her face and fingers. She seemed to enjoy it almost more that I did, never relinquishing her grasp on my pussy, even when I thought that I could take any more of the blissful attack.

Unable to contain myself any longer, I felt my body stiffen in the commencement of my first explosive orgasm. My body began to tremble uncontrollably as Angela continued her erotic assault on my pussy, sending me over the edge once more. I tried to back away from her and give my self the opportunity to catch my breath, but she didn’t permit it. She lapped at my pussy more still, driving me insane, refusing to release me until she sent me over the edge a third time.

Much later, we both lay in the bed, exhausted but happy.

From that night on, we both spent our free nights at that very same hotel. Though it was our jobs to cater the men who adored us, we got the most pleasure from catering to each other. A year went by before she finally had enough money to take care of her brother and leave the bordello for good. I stayed behind and we kept in contact.

As I look back and reminisce about the bordello, I know that one of the things that I miss the most.... is Angela.........





Ladies of the Bordello Ch. 3



My name is Simone. I was born in a suburb outside of  New York City twenty three years ago. By the time I was five, my mom had left my father for another man and followed this guy down south to Memphis, Tennessee. Edward was his name. I had never liked him. In less than a year, they were married.

By the time I was fifteen, he was looking at me more than he looked at mama. I concentrated on school, working at Mickey D’s, music and avoiding him. When I turned sixteen, Edward did the inevitable. He finally TRIED to make a move on me one night while mama was out with some of her friends. I was getting ready fry myself a bologna sandwich, when he came up behind me as I was getting a frying pan from a low cabinet.

I felt his manhood (I use the term loosely) brush lightly against my ass, causing me to jump. “Damn, dude! Move!”

I pushed him aside and set the cast iron skillet on the stove before turning it on. He blocked the refrigerator so that I could not open it. “I want to talk to you for a second,” he said running his finger down my arm.

“For what?!” I said, pushing against him. “We have nothing to discuss. Can I please get in the fridge so I can get my bologna?”

“When I finish talking to you” was his answer. 

When he didn’t move, I tried to reason with him. “My frying pan is getting hot, dude. Will you please get the fuck out of my way?”

“You have a dirty little mouth, little lady,” he said with a sneer. “I guess that I am gonna have to put you in your place.”

He reached between my legs and rubbed against me roughly, saying, “Now you have to take your punishment.”

I fought with him for a few minutes before I recalled the cast-iron skillet that was now burning on the stove. I grasped it, adrenaline keeping me from feeling the heat and swung it across Edward’s head as hard as I could. He yelped in pain before falling to the floor, motionless. I ran to my bedroom, praying that I did not kill the jackass (I didn’t need a murder rap at sixteen!). I quickly filled two big duffle bags with clothing and grabbed the two thousand dollars that I had saved from flipping burgers for Ronald McDonald. As I ran out of the front door, I heard Edward scream, “I’m gonna get you, you little bitch!”

I scurried to my old 1985 Honda and hopped in. As Edward stumbled from the porch, I pulled out of the driveway, flipping him off as I drove away. I had a friend rent me a room at the Super 8 hotel so that I could get some rest. That night when I called my mother and told her what had happened, she told me that my story didn’t match Edwards and she couldn’t believe that he would ever do anything like that “because he would never hurt me” she said......

“Mama, why would I lie about something like this?” I challenged her.

“Baby, I’m not saying that you would lie about anything like this, but I just can’t believe that Eddie would ever do anything like that,” she argued. “Maybe you are just reading the wrong things into it.”

“Mother, he reached between my legs and started rubbing on me,” I state with annoyance. Could she really be that blind about him?!

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” she said. “I just can’t believe that.”

“Well, fine, mama,” I said, giving up. “Believe whatever you want to believe. I’ll call you back later.” Then I broke the connection. I stayed in the hotel for a few more days, sneaking home in the mornings to retrieve more of my personal items while mama and Edward were gone. On the last day that I was home, my mother caught me as I was going out the door.

“So you’re just going to up and leave huh?”

“I have to go,” I informed her. “You’ve taken his word ands feelings over mine one time too many. I can’t stay here. But I promise you that I will check on you from time to time. I love you, but it’s time for me to step out on my own. I HAVE to go.” I kissed her on her cheek before telling her “goodbye”.

I walked away from her, knowing that I would never return to that house.....




After finally getting in touch with my cousin, Don, who lived in a small town in Arkansas, I moved in with him. He was twenty-three and a bartender at a strip club called Phantasms. All he cared about was making sure that I had my half of the rent and utilities. I was waiting tables in the mornings at the International House of Pancakes, while focusing on my music in the evenings. After a few months, I had scrounged up enough money to get myself a decent music keyboard at a nearby pawn shop. I basically lived at work and at home.

Every now and then Don would have friends over. And on some nights, while Don was working, one of his friends would become a personal friend of mine. Hey! I like getting laid just like everyone else okay! Everything was normal in my life until I met Don’s girlfriend, Cherokee.

Cherokee had been a stripper at the club when she and Don had started dating, but he had insisted that she quit, so she did. He took care of her as needed and even paid her rent for a while. 

Cher was Native American with long, blue black hair, almond eyes, and a set of breasts that would make any female green with envy (about a 36 DD, I’m guessing). A nice ass too. She was very pretty, not super model stunning, but she had that certain air about herself that kinda called to you, ya know... She was tall and slim with a gorgeous pair of legs that seemed to go on and on. Don called her legs his “belt” because he loved it when they were wrapped around his waist. Clever huh?

Anyway, Cher and I had grown close over the time that she and Don dated. She was the first friend that I can say that I’d had since elementary school. Every blue moon, she could even talk me into catching a movie when Don was busy. She would sit and listen to me play my keyboard and sing songs that I had written. She was my confidant & critic and I really enjoyed spending time with her. One day, she decided that we had grown close enough to have a heart to heart....

“Simone, I really need to talk before I explode,” she had told me, coming to see me one Thursday night while Don was at the club. “Can we talk?”

“Of course,” I told her, getting comfortable on my bed.

“I know that I am taking a big risk with our friendship by telling you this but.....” She hesitated.

“Just tell me,” I said.

“I’m leaving Don.”

I sat quietly, feeling that there was more. When she said nothing, I asked, “Is that all?”

“More or less,” she answered.

“Why?” I wanted to know. “Are you fucking someone else,” I asked.

She hesitated once again before replying, “Yes. But before you get pissed, please let me explain, okay.”

“Go for it,” I challenged, crossing my arms over my chest.

“I told you what it was like when Don and I first met,” she began. “I had been stripping for almost two years when we hooked up and I was making good money. Every now and then, I had to go beyond stripping... the occasional blow job or fuck, but they were paying me a hundred or two just to rub on me, ya know. Well, when I stopped working at the club, I had to start depending on Don and even though I hated it, I never said anything.”

“So you were just using my cousin?”

“No,” she argued. “It wasn’t like that at all. He insisted on taking care of me. Even when we argued about it, he still persisted. Well, about a month ago, I ran into a girl that I used to go to school with named Alexis. We had lunch at a very expensive restaurant and she paid. When I asked her what she was doing to be able to have the finer things in life, she told me about her career working for a lady name Madam Nadia who specialized in ‘comforting men’ as she put it. She talked me into meeting with the Madam and it turns out that she was running a bordello-”

“A whore house?” I interrupted.

“Actually, it’s a really classy place,” Cher contended. “Well, to make a long story short, I started working for her the very same night on the weekends while Don was at the club. In the past month, working just two days a week, I’ve already made about six thousand dollars, girl! I’m at home during the week and away on weekends. I am able to take care of myself and just relax when I am at home. I fuckin’ love it!”

“Six thousand dollars?” I asked curiously. “Just to fuck?”

“Well, men have certain taste. We give them what they want,” Cher told me. 

“Are the guys sleaze balls?” I asked, my interest growing even more.

“Actually, no,” Cher answered. “Most of them are actually really nice. Rich guys too. They are even willing to pay GOOD MONEY just to sit and talk with us. I even have a couple of regulars already.”

I thought about it for a minute. Six thousand dollars in about eight days was way better than what I was making waitressing. I made less than half of that in a whole month! I was definitely interested. “Do you think that you could hook me up with Madam Nadine-?”

“Nadia,” Cher corrected me. “I dunno. Do you think that you could deal with having sex with a lot of different men?”

“I’ve fucked a couple of Don’s friends,” I informed her.

“I’m so sorry to hear that, you poor thing,” she joked with me. “Well, let me see if you got what it takes.”

“What?” I said dumbly. “You want a blow job?” I joked.

“No, goofus,” she said. “Let me see your package.....Strip.”

“Why?” I asked.

“The madam is very particular about who works for her,” Cher explained. “She is going to want to see your body. I’m just going to give her something to go on. So strip.”

Somewhat nervously, I did as I was instructed.. I removed my pants and t shirt, revealing my matching cotton panties and bra set. Cher observed me quietly.


I was satisfied with my body as a whole. I was often complemented on my eyes, which almond shape gave away my already distinct Oriental bloodline, though I am half black- half Korean. My skin is a light apricot in spite of being half-black. I had recently highlighted my jet black hair with blond streaks so I really thought that I was cute now. My breasts were full, but not huge, a 34 D to be exact. My tummy is well toned, thanks to doing sit ups every day and I like to think that I have a nice ass built onto the back of my 5'7" frame.

“Nice,” Cher praised.  “The cotton panties will definitely have to go though. Those will not work. If you meet the madam, try to wear something sexy...silk or satin...something like that. Sex appeal is a very major issue at the bordello. Now... take off your bra and panties.”

Feeling that it was for a good enough cause, I did as I was directed. “Very nice,” Cher complimented me. “Perky too. Are they real?”

“Yes they are real,” I said, putting my hand on my hip with attitude.

“Now don’t go getting all feisty,” Cher joked. Catching me off guard, she reached up and stroked my nipples with both hands. I gasped and she said, “Sorry. Couldn’t help it. They are so nice. They guys will love it.”

Also catching me off guard was the fact that my nipples had sprang to life at her touch! She noticed too, but she only smiled a little bit and said nothing. She then took her attention to my lightly trimmed womanhood. Her hand lightly grazed it, almost as if testing me, but she only said, “Keep it trimmed up neatly just like that or completely shaven clean. The madam does not like the bushy bush okay . . . just letting you know.”

“Okay,” I said, nodding. Standing naked in front of Cher I asked, “So do you think I am good enough for the job?”

“I think so,” Cher answered looking at me as if seeing me in a whole new light. She began to walk up to me, then changed her mind and stopped.

“What is it?” I asked, looking at her.

“Nothing,” Cher answered, looking at the floor. “I just....nothing.”

“What is it, Cher?” I asked, walking up to her, completely forgetting that I was naked.

“I just never realized until now, how pretty you are.”

“Thank you,” I said to her in astonishment. I was unable to stop a blush that crept to my face.

“Oh that is priceless,” she said admiring the fact that she had caused me to blush. She then touched my face softly. “Have you ever been with a woman?” she suddenly asked me.


“No.”

“Have you ever thought about it before?” she then asked.

“Not really,” I answered honestly, taking in a sharp breath as her hand caressed my back as she drew me closer to her.

“What about right now,” she challenged. “Are you thinking about it now?”

“Maybe,” I stammered as I felt heat grow between my legs. “Why do you ask?” I stuttered.

“Because I am going to kiss you,” she informed me bluntly. “And if you kiss me back, I WILL take you right here in your bedroom, on your floor or bed...wherever I can have you.”

“Well, thanks for the warning,” I said as she drew my face closer to hers. Her lips then grazed mine softly. I was blown away by the softness of her lips. When they brushed mine again, I was still in shock that a woman was kissing me. Then she took my lips full on, tracing her tongue across them, coaxing them open. My eyes fluttered shut as her tongue swept mine. Gingerly, I began to kiss her back. She moaned with satisfaction as my tongue gently battled with hers as we stood in the middle of my bedroom. Her hands caressed my back, then ass as she tongued me deeply. I moaned into her mouth.

I had never felt this kind of high kissing any guy that I had been with. My head was spinning! I began to caress her in return, playing in her hair...touching her face... reveling in the feel of her. I had never given any thought to being with a woman before, but it was definitely on my mind as I felt her covered breasts smashed against my bare ones. I was going crazy now....wanting her.

She pulled away from me so that we both could catch our breath. She began to undress right in front of me, sashaying to the slow music that was constantly playing on the radio. She pushed me onto the bed and showed me why guys always came to see her at the strip club. She rolled her hips and gyrated provocatively as she stripped for me. When she was totally exposed, her hand strayed to her clean-shaven pussy and two fingers disappeared between her pussy lips. I sat, spellbound by what she was doing. She walked over to me and rubbed those same two fingers across my lips. “Taste,” she demanded. Mesmerized, I let her slide the fingers into my mouth. The taste was unusual, but actually good. “You like that huh?” she said as I licked the juices from her fingers. “You’ll have more,” she promised. “But for now, I want to taste you. Tonight, I am going to make you sing.”

She spread my legs apart as I sat on the edge of the bed. She kneeled before me as she held my legs wide open. I could feel her warm breath on my now aching feline. It throbbed for her in my anticipation and excitement. Ever so slowly, her lengthy tongue found my clit with no assistance from her hands. As if by reflex, my back arched and bucked towards Cher’s face. I moaned uncontrollably as she mercilessly held my legs as far apart as humanly possible while licking me frenziedly. I fell back onto my elbows and rocked my soaked snatch against her mouth. She moaned in pleasure at the taste of me, sticking her long tongue deep into my pussy.

“Oh shit, Cher!” I cried out. “Yes, baby..OH YES!! Mmmmm! Ohhhhhh. Yes!”

When she returned her mouth to my humming clit, she let go of my thighs. As if by rote, they flew over her shoulders as I fucked her face. She then slipped two slender fingers deep into my cavern of lust and began to finger fuck me furiously. I fell back onto the bed, tossing my head to and fro, yelling for her. “You like that?” she said before sucking on my clit fiercely.

“Yes!” I answered wildly.

“Ready to cum, baby?” she asked in a sexy voice that I had never heard before. She licked my clit like a mad woman.

“YES YES YES!!!” I screamed as I groped my own breasts, tugging at them in rapture.

“Are you gonna sing for me, baby girl?”

“YES . . . PLEASE!!!.....I’m about to cum!” I told her, grasping at my bedspread, writhing beneath Cher’s mouth and fingers.

“Then sing for me.” She flicked my clit with such speed that I felt like my body was about to shatter into a million pieces.

As an earth shattering orgasm took over me, I screamed in such a high pitch that I heard my dressed mirror crack and shatter. We both looked at the mirror that laid in pieces on the floor.

“Damn,” she said, staring at the mirror with amazement. “That was pretty damn good.”

Unable to say anything, but overcome with wantonness, I pulled her to me and laid her on the bed and began to ravish her as she had done me. I licked her like a mad woman, fucking her with my tongue and mouth like as though I had been doing it for years. She moaned and screamed out for me as I made her cum several times into my mouth, drinking in every drop of her. 

Two hours later, we showered together and laid in the bed for a while. At about four in the morning, she had to get up from my bed before Don made it home. Before she went into the living room, I asked, “So you’re still going to talk to the madam for me right?”

She smiled at me sexily and said, “I’ll personally see to it that you get the job.” She ran over to the bed and kissed me passionately one more time before journeying to my cousin’s bedroom.

I couldn’t believe that I had just had sex with my cousin’s girlfriend! But at the same time, I knew that I wouldn’t be the last time . . . 



Stay tuned to see what happens when Simone goes to Madam Nadia’s Bordello..... let me know what you think.






Ladies of the Bordello Ch. 4



Simone's Tale Part 2: Her First Client

I sat nervously as the madam stared at me carefully. She was an older woman, yet strikingly beautiful. Her age was unknown by the ladies in the bordello and her face gave no hints. Her hair was pinned into a neat bun other than a few tendrils curling around her face. She was dressed in a very sophisticated red business suit that made it seem like she was on her way to an office instead of running a bordello. She sat quietly at her desk, observing me for a moment. I was completely intimidated by her...

Cher sat next to me, giving me moral support. I sat quietly, saying absolutely nothing.

“So why are you here, my dear?” Madam Nadia asked me with her beautiful accent.

I cleared my throat and began. “Well ma’am... Honestly, I am not doing too much with myself right now. I have sex with guys and for what? Absolutely nothing. After Cher told me about this place, I thought that maybe I could actually get something out of it other than a quick orgasm and I only get  THAT if I am lucky.”

Madam Nadia sat quietly for a second before a soft chuckle escaped her. She smiled at me and said, “You’re cute. I think that I like you already.”

“Does that mean that I have the job?” I asked hopefully.

“Not yet,” she said, rising from her chair. “Let’s see what we are working with here.” She walked over to where I sat and gently pulled me from my seat. She nodded in approval at the short skirt that I wore. “You have very nice legs.... Not too big, but not chicken legs either. Nice and long. The men would love that.” She continued her investigation... “Beautiful skin...lovely eyes...like a cat’s.... Beautiful hair.... Full breasts... bra size?”

“34 D,” I stammered, looking at the madam.

“Not bad,” she said, nodding her head. “Trimmed or completely shaven?” she asked suddenly.

“Trimmed,” I answered quickly.

“Keep it trimmed nicely,” she advised me. “A big bush is tacky and it gets in the way of the men who like to.....dine in. Don’t deny yourself that pleasure, my dear. Been tested?”		

“Yes and I am negative.”

“Great. I want papers,” she said before continuing.

I listened and nodded my head as she spoke to me, giving me little details about her home and the services given there by her girls.  She explained that she gets twenty percent of what the ladies made, but that it would definitely be worth it because it pays the utilities and keep the fridge full. “Any hobbies or things that may prevent you from working as needed?” she asked me.

“No ma’am,” I answered.

“You should hear her sing,” Cher chimed in. “She has a beautiful voice.”

“Is that so?” the madam asked, looking at me. “Maybe one day, I will hear you sing.”

I grew warm under the madam’s close scrutiny. “Sure,” I said after a moment. “Does that mean that I have the job?” I asked her once more unable to hide the excitement in my voice.

“Why certainly dear,” she answered with a smile. “You’ll begin tomorrow evening. I’ll have your room prepared for you by then. And I hope that you have sexy clothing.”	

“I sure do,” I told her, silently grateful for a credit card and Victoria’s Secret’s  gift certificates.	

I smiled and shook her hand, thanking her for the opportunity to work for her. Cher and I calmly left the madams office before having a joyous explosion once we closed the door. I immediately took the long drive back to my cousin’s and started getting my clothes together. I wanted to be fully prepared for the next night.

When I made it home, I told my cousin that I would be gone for a few days. I wanted to make sure that I could go through with this before I actually gave up my permanent home. He was cool with that and I was on my way back to the bordello the following morning.

Cher and I had lunch that day before I moved into my new room.....

“I thought that she was going to ask me to strip?” I said over my chef salad.

“I thought that she would,” Cher told me sheepishly.

“I think you just wanted to see me naked,” I told her after taking a sip of my iced tea. “But it’s cool though,” I told her after she sat in an embarrassed speechlessness with her face turning red. “I enjoyed you.”

She smiled then, relieved. “I enjoyed you too,” she admitted. “Maybe we can do it again sometimes,” she then said.

“I would like that very much,” I admitted to her with a smile. She smiled back at me and I felt warm all over.

“So are you nervous about tonight?” she asked.

“Actually, I am kinda excited,” I confessed. “It’s just sex. The only difference is I’m getting paid for it now.”

“The thing is,” Cher began, “you don’t want to be run of the mill, sweetie. They can get a fuck anywhere. You have to make them want to come back to you. Make it special for them, ya know.” She was quiet for a minute, before she burst, scaring me in the process. “I GOT IT!!!”

“You got what?” I asked, putting my hand over my rapidly beating heart.

“I know what you can do,” she said, smiling with satisfaction. “You can sing to them!”

“Oh, shut up!” I said with a laugh, shaking my head. “That is a hobby. Nothing more.”

“But, girl, you have such a ravishing voice,” Cher debated. “I think it would work.”

“I’ll think about it,” I uttered. “But I am not promising you anything.”

“Well, think about it at least,” Cher said, looking at me.

“OK, OK,” I said, rolling my eyes. “Can I finish my sandwich now?”

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After a good lunch and a little Tae Bo workout  in my new bedroom, I took a shower and slipped into my purple satin thigh-length kimono robe. I then pulled a stool out of the corner and placed it in front of my dresser. I was in the mood for a little music. In spite of what I had told Cher and the madam, I WAS a little fidgety and playing on my keyboard always soothed my nerves.

I sat in front of my keyboard, turned it on and turned it up. My fingers effortlessly and eagerly found and roamed over the ebony and ivory colored keys. My eyes drifted shut as the melody to Stevie Wonder’s “Ribbon in the Sky” filled the air. I was soon relaxed and lost in the music as my fingers confidently caressed the keys on my keyboard. I had become so wrapped up in the music that I didn’t even notice when the madam came into the room until she spoke my name...

“Simone.”

I jumped and my fingers wavered at my keyboard. I turned it off and stood up. “I’m sorry if it was too loud, Madam.”

“Just a little,” she agreed, with a small laugh. “But nobody is complaining. You play beautifully, my dear. Lessons?”

“Self taught,” I informed her. “I have always loved music. I love playing the piano but I guess that I will have make due with my keyboard.”

“Patience, dear,” Madam Nadia said to me. As an afterthought, she added, “Maybe you play for us all one night.”

“I would like that very much,” I conceded with a smile.

“It would be a delight,” Madam Nadia said with a smile.

My heart did a little flutter when she gave me a playful wink as she left my room. It then dawned on me that I had a small crush on my ‘boss’! I shook my head knowing THAT would never happen. 

I then cleared my dresser of my keyboard and put it in the top of my closet. I then carefully selected what I would wear for my first ever “client”. I decided to go with my lace camisole and matching thong set with a thigh-length peekaboo lace robe done in my signature color... purple. I got dressed in my nighties and tied the belt of the robe into a cute little bow. I then sat back down in front of my dresser and applied a little bit of make up.... a light blush and a little eye shadow. I then glided a nice coat of a deep colored and flavored gloss across my lips. As an afterthought, I lined my eyes with a dark colored eye pencil to accent my almond-shaped eyes. I then put my hair up in a bun and added two purple chopsticks to my hair to play up my Oriental ancestry.

I looked myself over in my mirror and was pleased with what I saw. But just to be positive I went to Cher’s room to get her opinion....

“Girl, you are ravishing!” Cher exclaimed, walking up to me with a big smile. She closed and locked her door before coming to me and wrapping her arms around me. “I could just-”

“Call down, girl,” I told her, backing away from her with a laugh. “I just did my make up, you freaky thang you. I don’t wanna mess it up”

She laughed a little as she walked over to her dresser. “Ready for tonight?” she asked as she applied her eyeshadow.

“Yep,” I told her optimistically as I flopped down onto her bed. “It’s really no big deal.”

“Did  you think about what I suggested?” she then asked me.

“What?” I inquired. “ Singing to them?”

“Yep.”

“I’m still thinking about it,” I told my friend. “Just not tonight. This is my first night and I just want to see what kind of guys we are dealing with.”

“I guess I can understand that,” Cher said as she untied her robe and took it off, displaying her pink stretched lace & chiffon baby doll night gown. There was a knock on her door. “It’s time.”

We journeyed downstairs together and sat at the saloon style bar as men slowly began to arrive. I watched as some girls sat and coyly flirted with them as others boldly walked up and claimed  men who I guessed were their regulars.

 My eyes soon locked with the most ravishing pair of green eyes that I had ever seen. He stood next to a plush love seat, towering over, making it seem small. He stood a couple of inches more than 6 feet.... broad shoulders...... dark blond hair... bronzed skin..... chiseled and handsome features. He looked at me with those emerald eyes and smiled at me, making me smile back at him.

I had to have him!

I glided from my seat and made my way over to him. “Good evening,” I said in the sexiest articulation that I could summon. “I’m Simone.”

“Well, hello there, Simone,” he said in a sexy baritone timbre that seemed to actually caress my skin. “I’m Robert. Would you like to join me on this love seat?”

I thought to myself that I would like to do a whole lot more than join him on a stupid couch, but I simply said, “I would be delighted to join you.”

We sat and made small talk for a while. He told me that he was divorced. He also told me that he was a business man and a little about his business. I told him that I was an aspiring songwriter. I was still enjoying the light conversation when Madam Nadia spoke.

“Good evening, gentlemen. I am Madam Nadia and my girls and I welcome you to our home. My girls will take good care of you, BUT you also have to take good care of them. We aim to please but we don’t mind if you please us s well. You gentlemen may now retire with the lady of your choice...and you all have a wonderful evening.”

Robert then stood and held his hand out to me. I delicately slid mine into his and he gently lured me to my feet. I held his hand as I guided him up the stairs and into my room. “Kick your shoes off and make yourself at home,” I told as I closed my door.

As he sat down on the bed, I went to the stereo that was neatly hidden away and popped in a tape of music that I had made on my keyboard. As the music filled the air, Robert nodded his head in approval. “Nice,” he commented with a sexy half grin.

“Thank you,” I said, taking pride in my work. I then casually strolled over to him and stood directly in front of him. “So tell me, Robert.... What do you like?”

“Beautiful.....confident.....sexy women such as your self,” he answered, gently tugging on the belt that held my robe closed.

When he pulled the belt fell free of its bow, my robe fell open. Robert then ran his hands under the robe and placed his massive hands on my well-rounded hips.  My skin grew warm where his strong hands caressed my back. His hands then went to my shoulders and gently pushed my robe from them.

The satiny fabric felt like a soft caress as it glided down my arms. I felt breathless as Robert pulled me even closer to him. Unable to resist anymore, I seized his face with both hands and pulled him toward me so that I could test out his beautiful lips. I couldn’t fight the moan of delectation as his tongue urgently wrestled with my own. I began to unbutton his shirt as my tongue toyed with his. I urgently pushed the shirt from his shoulders so that I could run my hands over his big, broad shoulders. I heard him groan as I gently grazed his shoulder blades with my fingernails.

He then pulled away from me slightly and said, “I want you to undress for me.”

Eager to please, I slowly backed away from him. I began to slowly gyrate my hips in as sensuous of a style that I could as I slowly undressed for Robert. His lazy, yet sexy smile seemed to spur on my performance as I mimicked some of the sensual moves that I had seen at the strip club where my cousin worked. I soon stood before Robert completely exposed for his viewing pleasure. He crooked his finger at me, beckoning me. I leisurely strolled to him, smiling saucily, as if he had been my lover for years instead of my first client. When I made it to my destination, I began to finish undressing him until he too was completely exposed to me.

I smiled in appreciation and exultation as his thick, hardening cock seemed to reach for me as it grew. I grazed the length of it with my fingernails before circling the head with my fingertips. I then brazenly wrapped my hand around his thickness. I could feel his heart beat through the massive pole.

I was going to enjoy this . . . 

I stroked Robert with my hand for a short while as I gently kissed his neck . . .  kissed his lips . . .  licked his ear. I was rewarded with his groans of enjoyment as my hand ran up and down his shaft. I then kneeled before him and slowly closed my lips over the head of his massive manhood. He groaned as I slowly began to stroke him with my lips, taking more and more of him into my mouth with every stroke. I wrapped my hand around the base of his dick to accentuate the motion of my mouth. 

When he grabbed my head and began to raise his hips to my mouth over and over. I knew that he was enjoying himself... I sucked him off until felt his rod twitch in my mouth and I felt his hot sex juice hit the back of my throat. It slid down my throat easily before I could even think to do anything else about it. I had never swallowed before, but it was too late to get mad or feel bad about it, so I finished the job. It wasn’t too bad of a taste either. I thought that maybe I would do it again sometime . . . 

I then stood before him and pushed him onto his back before climbing over him. I ran my moistening femininity over his now soft penis and felt it instantly beginning to spring back to life. “Yesss,” I purred into his ear sexily as his hands roamed over my back and ass. He then pulled me higher over him so that he could take one of my breasts into his mouth. My back arched spontaneously as he sucked on one nipple and played with the other. Reflexively my hips began to roll against him, my wet pussy rubbing against his taut belly. Then, catching me completely of guard, he firmly whacked me on my ass. Though it stung, there was also an unexplainable pleasure that came along with the sting. A moan escaped my lips before I could stop it.

“You like that?” he asked against my breast.

“Oh yes,” I retorted breathlessly. In response, he smacked me again, sending a shiver up my spine. I had never enjoyed the feeling of a man hitting me, but I was loving this! “Mmmm....”

He then rolled me over onto my back and pinned both of my hands down with one of his. “You are so fucking sexy,” he whispered, using his free hand to gently fondle me. His hand found my wet kitty and slowly slipped one finger inside of it. He then brushed the moisture over my throbbing clit. I thrashed beneath him as he toyed with me, rubbing my clit with the pad of his thumb while he fucked me with two big fingers. I rolled my hips against his hand, rejoicing in what he was making me feel. He set my hands free as he once again covered a nipple with his mouth. My hands instinctively grasped his head, bringing him deeper into the swell of my breast.

He then began to trail downward, running his tongue between my breasts, then down my flat stomach then further down to replace his thumb at my clit, causing me to moan for him.

“Mmmm . . . oh shit....”

He devoured me, licking my clit then sucking at the wet juices that flowed from my sopping pussy. I tossed about and called out his name as he pleased me as though we were long time lovers. He licked me into orgasmic bliss. I almost cried in sadness when he tore his mouth away from my pulsating pussy. I quieted my objections, kissing me deeply as he slid his massive dick deep into my feline.

“Mmmmmm!!!!” I moaned into his mouth as he began to pummel my pussy, spreading it with the size of him. “Yes yes yes,” I chanted over and over as he held my legs open to gain even better access to the treasure that I was allowing him to have. As he pounded into me, I felt the pressure in me rise before my body was taken over in another powerful orgasm.

“That’s a good girl,” Robert complimented, still pounding away. “Cum for me.”

I tossed my head left to right in rapture as he played with my clit while fucking me. Another orgasm snuck up on me taking my breath away for a moment. My hands tore at the sheets as my orgasm refused to slacken. “Fuck yeah” I heard Robert say as I felt my pussy clench around his dick over and over again.

He then suddenly pulled out of me and climbed out of the bed. For a moment, I was confused, but then he said, “Come here.”

I rose from the bed. He then bent me over then bed and slid that wonderful pole back into my dripping snatch and proceeded to fuck me from behind. He hammered into my wetness, gripping my waist with one hand.

Smack!

The sound of his hand quickly connecting to my ass filled the room.

Pain and pleasure filled my entire body. “Yes!” I cried out in delectation.

He smacked my ass again and I cried out again. “You love it, don’t you?” he asked, knowing the answer already as he smacked me again and again.

“Ooh!” I cried out as he pummeled my pussy and laid the smack down on my candy ass. “Don’t stop, daddy!” I said saucily, causing him to fuck me even harder.

“Who am I?!” he questioned, his excitement growing.

“Daddy!” I shouted out as he smacked my ass again.

“Say it again!” he demanded hotly, smacking me harder than before, sending me into my fourth orgasm of the evening.

“Daddyyyyyyyyyyy!” I screamed, sending him over the edge. He whipped out of me and let his hot sex spew across my back and now tender ass.

I laid my head on the bed, now weak and spent. “Oh.... my.... God,” I mumbled into the bedspread.

“You are incredible,” he said, catching his breath as he sat on the edge of the bed. He wiped a bit of sweat from his brow. “Simply incredible.”

“Thank you,” I said, mustering the strength to sit on the bed next to him. “Dammit!’ I suddenly exclaimed. “I didn’t wipe my ass off!”

Robert chuckled and said, “You are something else.”

“I try,” I replied, smiling sheepishly.

“I want to see you again,” he informed me, looking at me intensely.

“Well, you know where to find me,” I told him, looking back at him. I then said, “Thank you.”

“For what?” he inquired, curious.

“For making my first night here so much damn fun.”

“Your first night?” he said in surprise. “You sure had me fooled. You are wonderful!”

I smiled at him coyly. “Well, I do what I can,” I flirted, suddenly feeling a burst of energy. “Ready?”

“For what?” he asked.

“The next round....”

From that night on Robert became one of my regulars, coming to me twice a month, paying me at least $700 every visit. I eventually ended up sharing him with another girl, but I wasn’t complaining at all. I knew that no matter what, he would still be mine. My first regular and my first client . . . . . .