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Memoirs from a Bordello

By: Emersonchristie



Some time has passed since the following events happened to me; I realize now how lucky to experience them I am. My life since has slipped back into the routine: I take the subway to work, I go to endless amounts of meetings, I smile politely to clients, but I know that everyone craves something more beyond the plasticity of their prescribed lives. I experienced something incredible early in my life, for better or for worse I can take pleasure in the memories of what happened rather than the fantasies of what may never come to pass. All it takes is a look from someone on the subway, or a beautiful woman on a billboard to jog my memory and send me into a trance and remind me of five years ago when I was in Los Angeles. Nostalgia is seductive and it makes me long for that time, when I felt uninhibited by the realities of rent and career. I suppose that's how I came round to needing to record it; I wanted to capture it on paper as a way of reliving it. For myself mainly, but perhaps for anyone who cares to read.

I was in the first year of law school at UCLA and was pretty damn broke. My parents couldn't help out that much and I was accruing student loans at an alarming rate. I had, to my embarrassment, worked on a few occasions for an exclusive escort agency. It was suggested by a friend who was in a similar financial position and who made ends meet by exotic dancing at a place in West Hollywood. I was much too shy to get on a stage but she mentioned the agency where I could essentially go on a date with a rich man for money and anything else beyond that would be "at the arrangement of consenting adults" as she put it.

They were hardly dates; they consisted of a drink at a hotel bar and then coercion to go up to his room. Twice I got skittish and felt they were creepy so I politely declined and left. On the one occasion I did follow through, it was with a slightly younger man and it felt so awkward. It was hard for me to pretend like I was enjoying it and he was clearly married; which only compounded my hesitance and made me feel utterly immoral afterwards. It was the last time I would resort to using the agency.

So on one May morning, I was scanning Craigslist for internships, panicking about what I would do for the summer. The semester was ending and I needed to find some kind of employment to save some money for the fall semester. I had been on the site for ages, first earnestly searching then just goofing around looking at missed connections and random posts. One post caught my eye that was looking for "Models for a private club that caters to professional female clientele." I wasn't sure what that really entailed but the post was well written and sounded like a professional outfit. I had never slept with a woman before but I had been very curious about it and always admired beautiful women I had had a cliché drunken make out session with a friend during my undergrad years but it was hardly erotic and just left us feeling a bit sheepish in the morning. Admittedly, I did frequently watch lesbian porn and masturbated to it but I never felt I was a lesbian and had regularly dated men, however, back then I had been far too busy with school to even think about relationships.

After initial hesitance, I took the plunge and said what the heck. I emailed a mini bio along with a headshot (yes I had tried acting too, I was in LA after all) and waited for a response. It didn't take long for a reply to come up in my inbox. It was a lengthy email from a woman named Zara, mainly full of legal disclaimers about age and privacy. She said that she would love to meet me and invited me to an onsite screening process that took a full week. She also required an HIV test and recommended a place to have it done quickly and discreetly. A full week seemed a little ridiculous to me and I was about to decline when I saw the estimated weekly salary, it was a lot. Enough to pay off my credit card bills in two weeks, enough to cover my rent for a semester in just over a month. My curiosity was firmly piqued.

The name of the agency was Avalon (name changed for obvious reasons), which after Googling only brought up a simple one page website with an attractive model and contact details to schedule an appointment. Further searches on the internet proved fruitless. I then Googled the address listed in the email and pulled up the satellite image; it looked huge. It was located in Bel Air and was massive compared to some of the neighboring houses with a large lawn and swimming pool on the grounds. I was obviously nervous; you had to be pretty cautious when dealing with anything of this nature off craigslist. I was also excited, not just about the money, but in a manner that was like going on vacation to a foreign country for the first time. Everything about Avalon seemed exotic and secretive.

I took a deep breath and drafted my reply, sending her the details of when I could begin the one week screening process where I was to "pack for a one week stay, which is non-binding and you are free to leave at anytime." I hit send and I began to get butterflies. I had no idea what I was getting into; I had only kissed a girl before and now I may be expected to do any of a number of things which I could hardly dare to imagine. I was aroused and embarrassed at the same time. It was a lazy Sunday and I remember starting to browse for porn with a lesbian theme to it. There was a lot out there of course, much of it didn't really titillate me; it seemed designed for men with models in high heels and bad makeup plunging large dildos into each other and fake orgasms. It wasn't what I wanted.

Zara's confirmation came back quickly; I was to show up at the estate in Bel Air in five days. I had a ton of errands to run before that, I was a bit of a mess and hadn't really been taking the time to treat myself to beauty maintenance, so I pulled myself out of bed and got my Sunday going.

****

The next five days went by slowly; my finals were done so I had a lot of time to myself. I took a few trips to salons, once for a mani/pedi, once for my hair and once again for a wax. I'm not sure what I was thinking but at the last moment I opted for a partial Brazilian wax; it was so awkward!! Having a lady put hot wax on your butt crack is not very enjoyable but in the end I was happy with the result and it made me feel very sexy. I love to be touched all over and having the hair removed from that area made it even more sensitive. I had also treated myself to some new lingerie (more on my credit card) and once I got home, I slipped into a black silk thong with matching lace bra I had bought and it looked and felt amazing on me. I grabbed my laptop and crawled into bed to commence the other activity that had been taking up my time.

I had been exploring lesbian porn more and more. I became more familiar with models and studios that catered to a more sensual lesbian experience. There were entire sites devoted to videos that were "less porny", and focused on slower seductions sequences, and longer drawn out foreplay sessions between two women. I enjoyed them a lot more as many of the models were gorgeous. I would sometimes fantasize that the younger girl was me; shy, reticent being methodically seduced by an older experienced lesbian and eventually succumbing to my desire to have her put her hands all over my body, slowly finding my erogenous zones with her mouth. Sometimes the fantasy would be switched, where I was the one in control, using my body to lure her in, kissing her neck, caressing her breasts, slowly moving down to taste her and bringing her to an orgasm. I became so aroused during these 'research' sessions and would touch myself but I resisted making myself cum; I desperately wanted a release but I was saving it, I wasn't positive for who but my mind wanted to fill in the faces.

I thought endlessly about Avalon. If I saw a beautiful actress on one of the videos I watched, deep down inside I hoped she would be there, or that she might even be Zara. It was stupid I know but It wasn't impossible I reasoned. Most of the videos were shot in the Valley and many models I assumed worked in strip clubs and for escort services. I wanted my first real experience with a woman to be one of them; I wanted the release I craved to come from them and not from my own hand. It was torture.

On the day I got my wax, I began to browse online in my bed. I eventually came across a video entitled "Lesbian Seduction." The premise was silly; a girl is stiff after a long day at work and has a massage therapist work on her shoulders. The young girl was a very cute platinum blonde I had seen before with an amazing natural body with a California tan. Her breasts were perfect; large and full but hung perfectly with the benefit of her age. The older woman was pretty enough but it was what she did with the blonde then stirred my interest.

She was sitting behind her gently rubbing her shoulders but her hands began to explore more of the younger girls body as she slowly dared to do more. The blonde had her eyes closed the entire time during this sequence, softly moaning as the older woman stroked her arms and neck, moving in larger circles to encompass the front of her shoulders and the area above her breasts. I was entranced as the blonde became less inhibited; my stomach tightened and down below my crotch began to moisten. The older woman let the shoulder straps on the girl's top fall over her shoulders as her hands began to stroke closer to her breasts, running her fingers over the curves and cleavage. I did the same, tracing my fingers over my breasts allowing my fingers to touch the tops of my aureole. The girl's top soon fell down, allowing the older woman to completely encircle her breasts, the girl's breathe was getting more jagged and she arched her back reaching back with one arm to touch her lover's face. I reached down to my panties; slipping my hand in to slowly run a finger around my clitoris with my eyes glued to my laptop screen. The girl's nipples were large and brown, I desperately wanted to put my mouth on them and make her gasp. As the older woman began to tease the girl's nipples, they stiffened and shrunk.

This was getting too much to bear; I hadn't had any intimate contact of any kind for over six months and I hadn't allowed myself to climax for over a week now. I took my hand from my front and moved it to my butt, running my fingers slowly down my crack, it sent a shiver of sensitivity through me, I've always wanted to be touched sensually in that area but was shy to ask, it made me feel dirty to long for that type of contact but now I didn't care, the waxing had left me feeling clean and bare.

The video had progressed to a more urgent stage; the older woman had her hand down the girl's pants, squeezing a breast with the other; the blonde's moans were more intense now and she gripped the older woman's leg for support as her hips began to move. My hand moved back to tease my clitoris and another squeezed my breast to somehow mimic the pleasure the pretty girl was feeling. I did something I hadn't done for a long time, I dipped two fingers into my wet vagina and brought them up to my mouth; I wanted to taste a woman and this was the simplest way to help my imagination. I closed my eyes and licked my fingers savoring the tangy taste, imagining it was another woman's: the blonde in the video, or even Zara, who I had only fantasized about her appearance.

I opened my eyes and the video was in a lull, the blonde had stopped moaning and was removing her shorts. The older woman was off screen but reappeared, naked wearing a strap-on. I had never usually been into that type of thing but I was in such a heightened state of arousal I found the idea highly erotic.

"Do you want to have this inside you?" the older woman almost whispered.

"Yes please," the blonde gasped as she invitingly got onto all fours on the couch, reaching behind her to tug on the strap on and pull the woman closer to her vagina. The woman obliged and slowly entered her, putting the full length of it in. The girl cried out once it was in; her face was framed in a perfect image of ecstasy, eyes closed and brow creased. I turned it off; it was too much for me to bear. I wanted it so badly, I wanted to feel what the girl did, to beg for fulfillment and then have a woman enter me from behind. It was shameful but I didn't care. I wanted to be touched like that, to be brought to such a state of arousal that I was willing behave like an animal and plead for a woman to make me climax in every way possible. My hands were trembling and my clitoris ached for attention but I didn't dare touch it out of fear that I would ruin the sensation that I was hoping to come soon.

I got out of bed, and to put it out of my mind I went for a jog. I would find out soon enough what would happen to me.

****

The day of the interview was here. I had packed what I needed and dressed to impress for my initial meeting with Zara. I tried to look professional in a sexy manner, wearing a mid-thigh height skirt with a white collared button-down. I wore a black bra underneath that was clearly visible and had it opened to the cleavage. I picked out some tasteful heels, nothing garish and put my long dark hair up to show my neck. After applying some make up I did a once over in the mirror and was happy with how I looked. I was and still am quite a catch. I have a lean frame with nice legs that come with being 5 foot 8. My bosom is a pleasant C cup size that got endless amounts of ogling from the boys in high school and college. My nipples are large and puffy, that have a pinkish hue, but harden in to a nice tan color when swimming or turned on. My eyes are hazel and although I would like to think I have Italian blood, unfortunately my skin is paler and doesn't have that golden brown that I love but Southern California had failed to provide me.

I made a final run down to make sure I had everything as the taxi would be coming soon. I left a quick note on my desk that gave the address of the place I was going to, just in case everything took a bad turn and Avalon turned into a bunch of lecherous men. I tried to put that out of my mind and grabbed my bags and went to wait for the taxi.

My brain was racing on the short trip to Bel Air, I had barely been able to think straight the final couple of days; my fantasies became more complex; about clients, about the other girls I would be working with. The more I deprived myself of a climax the more intensely I became hell bent on making love to another woman. I was old enough to know that fantasies are fantasies and rarely play out well in the real world but at the very least I could sate my curiosity about Avalon.

The taxi pulled into the massive grounds of Avalon; it was like a movie star's mansion. I paid the fare and asked him to wait until I got inside the door, just in case I decided to back out. After ringing the doorbell I was soon greeted by a Latina housemaid, she seemed very pleasant and beckoned me in which put me at ease. I waved goodbye to the cabbie and crossed the threshold into the house.

The foyer was covered in marble with a spiral staircase that went to an upper level; it was pretty impressive and had all the glamour of LA that my life had been severely lacking as a college student. I had just begun to take it in when a voice called out to me

"Kristy!" a woman called out as I spotted her emerging from a ground level room and walk to greet me. She was beautiful. She was exotic looking and glamorous, everything that I had fantasized about but more. I could barely say anything as she approached. She appeared to be in her early thirties, straight shoulder length mousey brown hair but I had a couple of inches on her. She was perfectly tanned wearing a similarly professional get up as me, business skirt with matching jacket and what seemed to be a silk top underneath that barely covered her breasts. She had piercing green eyes, high cheek bones and full lips, with a pair of stylish glasses perched on her nose. It was clear she had put a lot of work into her body and from the size and shape of her breasts I suspected they were fake; but that was the only minor flaw on what was otherwise a flawless piece of work.

"You look just like your photo! I'm Zara, it's so lovely to finally meet you," she reached in to give me a kiss on the cheek.

"Nice to meet you too," I managed, not too confidently. She started to guide me with her hand towards where she emerged from.

"So you can leave your bags at the door, someone will take them up to your room. Today may be pretty boring, we have a few forms to fill out and we'll just have an informal chat in my office to give you an idea of what is expected. Later, I'll have someone show you around...we have a gym, pool everything you need really, but if there's anything you need feel free to ask me."

She guided me into a large office area, with a desk and large bay windows from floor to ceiling that looked out onto the sunny lawn. Off to the corner I made out part of a pool with a few people lounging around but too far to make out clearly. She bid me to sit and she moved around to the other side of the desk.

"So first off I'll need your driver's license and the HIV test I requested. Also I'll need you to sign this disclosure that anything that happens between a client of Avalon and one of its employees is the decision of consenting adults. It's very important for me for you to understand that you may terminate your stay here at anytime. You are free to do as you please and I don't want you to feel coerced in any way." She seemed trustworthy, but there was an underlying firmness to her, like any business woman that's had to fight for respect.

"Thanks for the reassurance, I'm sure I'll be fine" I handed the documents over which she scanned and put on her desk. She watched me sign the consent form and started with her well tailored description of what Avalon is.

"Avalon is a club for qualifying females where they can network and meet other females that are able to cater to any specific needs they might have. Being a member of the club comes with a fee for annual membership and also an hourly rate while members enjoy their stay here. As an employee of the club you are entitled to a rate for the time you spend with members. You may if you wish, live here full time. Some girls do and some prefer to travel from home. Being an employee of the club is of course conditional of you passing a trial week period. There are no male members or employees, just like a golf club we can restrict a gender from joining, any questions?"

"What types of services are provided?" The obvious one, she was dancing around the issue. She smiled.

"Look, I'm not going to try and bullshit you. Our members are wealthy lesbians, bisexuals or just bored curious housewives that want to enjoy the company of beautiful women, and usually that company entails the exchange of favors of a sexual manner. We provide anything from massages to sub/dom role playing; basically anything the member desires. We are...for lack of a better term a bordello for women."

I wasn't shocked; this is what I was anticipating.

"Paying for sex is an ancient tradition but it's usually been exclusively reserved for men due to gender roles. In the 21st century however, more women are in positions of power and in positions of financial wealth. Why can't we have our fun too?" she didn't wait for an answer, "This was the question that our benefactor, who set this up, asked herself. There is prostitution out there, massage services that maintain female-only clientele. There is a market, not just for lesbians but for heterosexual women that always were curious but were afraid of going to lesbian clubs. Here they can get discretion, experience and safety...With that being said, what about you can you tell me that makes you suitable for this type of work?"


Memoirs from a Bordello Day 02



Thank you for the flattering comments, they have encouraged me to continue publishing my story. I know where this ends but I don't know how long it will take me to get there. Thanks for your patience.

EC

*****

I spent the night in a restless semi slumber, dreaming but almost conscious, waking intermittently. Nevertheless I felt pretty refreshed in the morning, excited for what the new day would bring. I went down to the gym early to do some time on the treadmill. I was the only one around but I did bump into Jaime as I stopped in the kitchen on the way back to refill my water bottle. She was sitting at the kitchen table slouched with her feet up on a chair. I must have looked like hell, I was sweating from the workout but I still greeted her and she mumbled a response without looking up from her phone.

I shrugged her indifference off and headed for the shower. I had half a mind to wake Kelly up and take one with her, see if she liked to watch but not touch. She found me sexy I knew and I wondered if I could pull a tease off for her, soaping my body for her, without cracking up.

Afterwards, I grabbed some cereal and went to pester Kelly to see how the hell I should pass my time here. "Um pool, salon or brunch, I'm sure someone can give you a ride if you need to get out, I'm a pool girl myself."

I agreed to join her and changed into a bikini, I needed to work on my tan compared to everyone else. We spent most of late morning and early afternoon there with girls coming and going. Mika, the Asian, spent a while with us speaking about the woes of the adult film industry. Essentially, you can get away with small boobs if you look young but once you get past a certain age or look, you need to start investing. We all chatted about the sheer time and money it took to maintain your looks. Kelly and I were lucky; we were in our early twenties so our figures needed little exercise to keep in shape. Mika too had Asian genes so was always inclined to be on the petite side, after 30 it was a full time job for exotic dancers and models.

I found it interesting talking to Mika, she made us laugh with talk of enemas and bitchy co-stars in the porn industry. It took a thick-skinned type of person to be successful, not many lasted beyond 2 or 3 years apparently.

Other girls passed through the pool area, Jaime blew past us, cold as ice. I had to admit she looked pretty hot though, fantastic long red hair and a tall statuesque body that made me jealous of the ice queen. Two Russians, all legs and cheek bones, were cordial as they did some laps. I was going to discreetly bring up the beautiful blonde I spied in the hallway the previous night when Kelly cut through my thoughts.

"Hmm, here comes Nina," I swiveled and it was the same beautiful blonde still looking stunning, like a swimsuit model. It was hard to keep my eyes off her and I was glad to be wearing sunglasses so I could take her entire body in without feeling nervous.

"Hey sleepy head!" Kelly greeted her. She stopped in front of us, yawned and stretched, pushing her bosom out more in exhibition.

"I could have slept forever," even her voice suggested sex to me.

"Yeah you really look like shit," Kelly and her seemed to have a good-natured repartee, "Did you have a nice night?" She smirked and flung her towel and sunglasses onto the sun lounger next to Kelly. She leaned over Kelly, a hand on each arm rest, her breasts hanging over her to create a perfect cleavage.

"You should know, you had a front row seat," she grinned slyly. Kelly didn't respond, her face was frozen with a half smile, she simply seemed to be entranced with the proximity of her beauty. Finally the spell broke.

"Nina, have you met Kristy yet?" Kelly motioned in my direction not really looking away from Nina. Nina straightened and looked at me, actually she practically checked me out head to toe before extending a hand.

"No, but Zara did mention there was someone new," she said shaking my hand smiling.

"Hi," was all I got out. I was under the same spell.

"Time for a swim ladies," she moved to the pool and effortlessly dove in, gliding deep along the bottom like an Olympic swimmer. She was ridiculous, like a cartoon pin-up.

"Fuck, that girl makes me so gay," Kelly said shaking her head.

"What was that about a front row seat?" I knew what she was referring to. Kelly's room had a clear view of the entire pool and Jacuzzi, and it sounded like I wasn't the only one who had been interested in what Nina had been up to last night.

"No idea," she put her sunglasses on and kept quiet about it.

***

I was enjoying myself. I was surrounded by attractive women, which made me feel attractive just by nature of association. They traded jokes about clients, rolled their eyes about previous jobs and made lewd quips about each other. They were very openly sexual, not shy about their preferences, lesbian or bisexual. It made me feel normal about my desires and more confident about exploring them.

It was mid-afternoon when Zara texted me that she would meet me at a downstairs bedroom in thirty minutes. My stomach tightened with nervous excitement. I have to admit I had been looking forward to it. Zara had been my guide so far and I was hoping she would have more in store for me.

I had to rush; I needed a shower to get the chlorine and oily sun cream off me. After I dried, I picked out some clothing, a halter top that tied in the front just below my chest and a pair of jeans. I applied a bit of eye shadow and lip gloss. I looked pretty slutty in the halter top, it pushed my breasts up a bit but I didn't care, they were my best assets so I should flaunt them for Zara. I dashed downstairs to find the room, knocking before entering.

She looked great again, another business skirt but she had shed the jacket, wearing another silk strapped top, carrying a small handbag. She kissed me on the cheek and squeezed my hands, smiling kindly.

"How has everything been going? Settling in ok?"

"Yeah it's been fun, last night was...a little restless, maybe just nerves." Her hand reached up to touch my cheek, this encounter instantly felt sexual. I wanted her to kiss me.

"Do you trust me Kristy?" I nodded, "Good, this afternoon is going to be about trust, I need you to turn around." I did as she said and she took a step into me, I could feel breasts pushing into my back. "Remember you can stop at any time, you just need to ask me," I heard her reach into her handbag and then, in front of my face her hands had produced a black silk scarf. My heart skipped a beat.

She tied it around my eyes and the world went black, just her sultry voice behind me and her hands.

"Comfortable?" she whispered, her mouth closer to my ear. Her hands were on my shoulders, stroking and rubbing.

"Yes," I said under my breath; I was getting a little giddy with nervous excitement and I wasn't sure where this was going. Her hands moved to my front, pulling me in as she reached to untie my top below my breasts. The top fell open and she pushed it off my shoulders; I let it fall to the ground. Her hands glided over the tops of my breasts and my bra, over my stomach to unbutton my jeans and push them down over my legs. I felt her bending down to let me step out of them, keeping a hand on my calf to guide me.

"In this job you will need to learn how to give up control, to submit to what a client may want," She stood up and unclipped my bra, pushing it down over my shoulders and arms. My boobs fell free and my nipples hardened from the naked air on them and my rising arousal. My initial shock had subsided and now my body had betrayed my inhibitions, in my panties a hunger started to build.

I sensed her move in front of me, taking a hand in hers and then I felt silk wrap around my wrist and my stomach jumped into my throat. She took my other hand and busied herself with securing my wrists. Once satisfied, she took my bound hands, leading me, and directed me to sit on the bed. Then making me lie in the middle, she placed a pillow squarely below my head, checking I was comfortable. I could sense what was coming; she took my wrists, guided them above my head and I heard her tie something to the headboard. My pussy which had been moist, started to run and I squirmed. Zara must have noticed my reaction to this new turn of events as I heard her laugh.

I tugged on the binding and it held. I was happy about that. I felt helpless to prevent Zara from doing what she wanted to me and it was driving me wild.

"Now just relax," her voice came from beside me. Her hand stroked my face, tracing down over my chest and breast. Her touch was electric and I gasped as I felt her palm drag over my nipple. My panties were still on and I wanted her to remove them but a knock at the door made me freeze. Blood ran to my head and I was suddenly aware of my vulnerability. Alone with Zara was one thing but the possibility of humiliation in front of someone else made heart quicken.

I felt Zara leave my side and open the door. There was no talking but the presence of someone else in the room was clear; the door closed. I had the urge to cover my breasts but I couldn't. I heard a low chuckle and then something light hit the floor, clothing maybe. My ears strained to put a picture in my head as to what was happening. I began to hear kissing, not friendly pecks either, making out, the sound of saliva being swapped and a low playful growl. I was hit by jealous lust, I had expected Zara to kiss me and now there was someone else. Beyond that jealousy was a dark excitement though, the idea of two women kissing while I was a bound ignored object made my skin yearn for sex.

I sensed a break and then movement again closer to me. From nowhere I felt the light touch of fingers start from my wrists, down my arm to my armpits. I convulsed; it was a touch that could easily have been agonizingly ticklish in any other circumstance. In this instance, all my sensitive areas felt like they were wired together and the feeling radiated to my nipples and below. The touch continued down my side, avoiding where I needed it, down to my hip thigh and calf. It started on the other side, from my foot slowly all the way back to my wrist and then someone sat beside me. I could smell them and it wasn't Zara.

A finger touched my forehead and traced my profile, running down my nose and stopping at my lips. I opened them and reached out to take it in my mouth, licking it. I had forgotten any embarrassment, I was hungry for a woman's touch and I wanted to show it. I moaned with the finger in my mouth.

The finger was removed, and continued to run down, leaving a trace of my spit on my neck and then down a nipple, soaking the tip of it. They were almost sore with stiffness and the moisture was relief. I felt hair fall on my chest and a voice close to my ear whispered, "You're so fucking turned on, aren't you?"

It wasn't Zara; in fact it didn't recognize it. I nodded.

"I bet your pussy is really wet."

"Uh-huh, my panties are so fucking wet," I wanted to talk dirty this time so strong the carnal need was in me. There was a wicked laugh as she moved to my waist and slowly pulled down my underwear. I was soaking down there and my juices were beginning to run down to my ass. I suddenly recognized the smell of vagina close to my face and then the touch of silk on my mouth. She was offering my own panties to my mouth to be licked. I complied and reached my tongue out to taste my own cum. I wanted more and reached my mouth out to suck the rest of my juices off but she kept it out of reach, only allowing my outstretched tongue to sample it.

"You look like such a dirty slut, licking your own panties," I whimpered in agreement. I didn't care what she was saying to me, in fact it got me hotter. I wanted to be slutty.

"Close your mouth." I did. The panties came down and smeared my lips and chin. Then she moved closer and she kissed me. It wasn't a kiss really. She licked my mouth sloppily, wherever she had smeared my sex on my face she tried to taste it. I reached out my mouth to try to catch her tongue but she wouldn't let me.

"Hmmmmmmm, god Kristy, you taste fucking amazing," her voice was like treacle on my body, "No wonder why you wanted your panties in your mouth," I was gone, no longer myself.

"Please, I want to taste you now." I begged. Another chuckle. Her face was very close to mine. I could feel her breath as she spoke to me through quiet murmurs. Almost imperceptibly I could hear the quiet lapping noise that was unmistakably the sound of a woman fingering herself. She groaned.

"You've made me so fucking hot tied up like this," Her fingers touched my lips; it was like she had dipped them in honey. I took two of them into my mouth immediately and sucked on them...hard.

"You like that don't you?" she asked as she pulled her fingers away from my hungry mouth.

"Yes, don't stop...." She moved, and by the way the mattress depressed and the touch on my ribs I could tell she had straddled me, just below my chest. The sound again of masturbation, fingers on sticky wetness. I felt her lean forward and then the sensation of wet soft flesh made contact with my cheek and moved to my mouth, leaving a wet path. I opened my mouth to explore the object and it was a breast; a nipple tasting of female cum. I licked it, gently and then reached to put my lips on it. The nipple was erect, but still soft, slipping between my lips. I put more of the flesh in my mouth and softly bit the nipple, flicking it with my tongue.

"Mmmmmmmmmm, suck on them Kristy. I bet you love the taste of my pussy on my tits." I could only respond by sucking harder and groaning. She let me lick her other tit, still wet from her smothered juices. I wanted to take more of it but I had no hands to pull her closer.

She pulled back, leaving me to lust for more. Then I felt her lean back and then a hand on my vagina; I let out a cry. Her hand wasn't teasing my clitoris; it was dipping fingers deep into my wet hole and then out. Then I felt liquid on my nipple; she was returning the favor and spreading my cum on my breasts for some much needed attention. She repeated the process for my other breast, painting it with my fluids.

"Please suck on my tits, I need it," I arched them up, waiting for her mouth and then it came: licking lightly at first, and then hungrily; her hand moving to hold my breast in her mouth as she sucked and nibbled on my nipples. The sensation was incredible.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhh!" I almost thought I could come with her just pleasuring my boobs, her soft mouth sucking on me, her hands squeezing my tits and pinching the nipple that wasn't in her mouth. I had been yearning for a woman's mouth on them for too long and I was groaning with every breath.

She stopped and all I could hear was our heavy breathing. I could feel her pussy on my stomach now: damp, rubbing lightly, then her fingers returned to tease my nipples. "Mmmmm, you're such a sexy bitch. You've been teasing me with your hot tits since you got here. Am I the first one here to suck on them?" I nodded. I felt her move, shuffling her knees up my sides, and leaning back resting a hand on my thigh. , I felt her ass move over my chest and I began to smell her sex, it was close to my face. I craned my neck upwards but made no contact. "Ask nicely," I heard my tormentor order.

"Please..."

"Please what?"

"Please let me lick your pussy...I want...I want to feel you come on my mouth," it came from me but it didn't sound like me. It was pure depravity.

She inched forward and I reached up again, making contact with her dripping crotch. I explored it with my tongue, navigating the folds in the skin to pinpoint her clitoris and then began to lap hungrily. Yesterday I had wanted to tease Kelly; today I just wanted the taste all over me, my tongue going wherever I could find her cum. She was whimpering immediately with each stroke on her mound, swearing under her breath.

I felt her reposition, leaning forward to straddle my mouth, letting me apply more pressure on her slit. I wanted to see myself: a woman sitting on my face, tied to the bed. She responded to my hunger by moving her hips, rotating them around my face and covering it with her juices. My face was hot and began to sweat behind the blindfold.

"Oh God, you like that so much, you love to eat pussy don't you? Oh fuck!" She was yelling now and grinding her crotch in tandem with my tongue. I couldn't respond, all I could do was grunt, getting off on her building climax. I had locked on to her clit, timing my strokes with her hips, my chin pressingdeep inside her. She grabbed my hair roughly and humped.

"Oh my fucking God, I'm cumming, I'm.....uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" It was a high pitched squeal, her legs tensing around my head as she hit her peak. Then she spasmed, the orgasm ripping through her in larger waves as she smeared her vagina all over my mouth, before sitting back onto my chest, her moans dying.

My face felt like a mess; I was amazed the blindfold had stayed on throughout. I licked my lips and she shifted to help me, kissing my chin and then my mouth deeply. "I love your slutty little mouth; I bet you would let anyone fuck you right now." I would have, everything below my waste needed to be filled and sucked on. My dampness had not only trickled down to my ass, it was now clear it had left a wet patch on the bed. I had never felt so desperate, my head hurt from the blood pounding.

"God yes I need to be fucked...tell me that you will." She kissed me and leaned in to my ear, speaking almost inaudibly.

"I will Kristy...I will lick...and finger every part of your sweet body...but first you will need to come find me." And then her body peeled away from mine, her body heat leaving, her soft skin and contour gone. I could hear her pad away with the sound of a kiss mixed in. Zara.

I had completely forgotten she was there. What had she been doing? The door closed and then movement to sit by the bed again. Hands reached around my head to untie the blindfold. My face had been hot and sweaty behind it and it was a relief to get it off. Zara was smiling at me, my wrists were still bound by a silk tie of some type.

"You liked that, didn't you?"

"Mmmm, it was incredible," we were playing this game again. I had yet to climax while two women had used my mouth to orgasm. I tried my best with the sex kitten act, purring and moving my body as if it was being stroked by imaginary hands. "Who was she?"

"I think I'll let you figure that out," grinning.

"Are you going to finish what she started?" asking her slyly. I managed to stroke an arm with my thigh, turning my body towards her. "You could do anything you want to me." Zara had rarely broken eye contact with me since I had been there, but I saw her glance down this time, taking in my body. It was a rare moment of weakness and I pushed my advantage.

"Did you like watching us? It would have made me so horny to watch it...I would have masturbated..." The smile from Zara's face was fading.

"Did you touch yourself last night Kristy?"

"No...I'm waiting for you," I realized as I said this it was true. As much as I needed a release, and wanted one from Kelly or Nina or the nameless woman who had just sat on my face, I wanted Zara with her sexual experience to do me first.

"That's very disciplined of you," she leaned over to kiss me softly, "I aim to test that discipline again tonight." She reached up to untie me from the headboard; her breasts hovered above my face. She loosened the tie and I slipped my hands out of it.

"You can get dressed now...while I tell you what I would like you to do tonight." I did as she said, putting my jeans on without my panties which were destined for my laundry bag. I felt disappointed it was over, I wanted more but when she detailed what she wanted me to do, my insides began to bunch up and the flutter of excitement returned.




Memoirs from a Bordello Day 02



***

The rest of the day dragged. I took a shower to clear my head, grabbed some food from the fridge; there always seemed to be something new to nibble on. I holed myself into my room after; I wanted to avoid bumping into anyone. I was feeling a little sheepish about the whole act that had happened downstairs. I had lost control and had behaved in such a sexual manner I was worried that the woman who had been there was making fun of me, telling stories. I wanted to talk to Kelly about it but I was avoiding her for another reason, I didn't want to give away what I was supposed to do for Zara that night.

I wondered who had been in the room with me earlier. I was embarrassed to admit it to myself but I had enjoyed being subjugated to it. The woman had awoken a part of me that had been dormant for a while. I had always enjoyed being a little kinky when my boyfriends had suggested it. I liked talking dirty too but It was rare that I had done it, maybe when I was drunk. Perhaps the faceless nature of the woman allowed me to be more uninhibited. I had a sudden craving to watch the whole thing, to see the woman sit on me.

I knew that I didn't recognize her voice which ruled out Kelly and Mika, and probably Nina too unfortunately. It had no trace of accent which meant the Russian girls were out as well. I also could discard Leah, I had had the woman's breasts in my mouth and felt her contour on my body, she certainly didn't have Leah's bust. It might have even been Jaime. I doubted it but she had never really spoken to me other than one word dismissals. For all I knew Zara had pulled in someone new or someone I hadn't met yet who comes in on the weekends. She had dared me to find her and it sounded like once I did she would make it worthwhile.

I needed to relax so I slipped into the kitchen to see what they had in the way of booze. They had a small rack of wine that I grabbed a bottle of red from. I was looking for a corkscrew when Leah walked in.

"Hey sorry, just getting a glass of water," she was timid.

"Don't apologize! I'm aiming for something a bit stronger if I can open it."

"Bottom drawer I think" she said as she pulled a jug of filtered water out of the fridge.

"Thanks, care to join me for a glass?" I asked hopefully. I wanted a bit of non-threatening company just to clear my head.

"No, I really shouldn't" she giggled and flashed a smile that made her face that much prettier. She was wearing an oversized sports hoodie that covered up her curves and a pair of cut off shorts.

"Come on! Just one glass, I need company." I didn't wait for an answer and pulled her by the hand to the table and plopped the bottle in between two chairs. I grabbed two glasses and the corkscrew to join her.

"So you're not working tonight?" I busied myself with uncorking the bottle.

"No, I mean I don't actually work here."

"Wait, what do you mean?"

"I'm just crashing here, I'm a friend of Jaime's and she asked Zara if I could stay here for a bit...I split up with my boyfriend and needed a place so..."

"Nice, free rent, are you not from LA?" I poured two glasses.

She was from Texas but you could barely pick up her accent from her quiet tone. She had a fairly typical story to tell for Los Angeles; she came straight here from high school to act, unsuccessfully, and had wait tables to make ends meet. I winced when she told me that. I had done some service jobs, types of jobs where your boss tells you to wear something with cleavage and you pour drinks for men that never look at your face. I could only imagine what it would be like for Leah, the sniggers and finger pointing from men that could have been her grandfather. Having big breasts has its advantages for people with the confidence to use them, for people like Leah it probably is a more of a curse, unwanted attention. She would have been hit on incessantly and it sounded like a guy eventually succeeded.

She had moved in with a boyfriend she barely knew and although she didn't tell me then, I found out later he wasn't the greatest of men. She met Jaime at an audition and wound up here soon after. Perhaps Jaime wasn't the asshole that she came across as.

"So Jaime is your girlfriend?"

"No! Not in that way." She laughed, "I'm not a lesbian!" This was news to me. Kelly made it out that they were an item, I supposed that anybody could have been mistaken in that environment as they were always together.

"I know what goes on here though, Jaime tells me," she added quietly. Her glass had disappeared quickly and I refilled it. "Have you always...you know liked women?"

"This is pretty new to me as well, I always kind of thought about it but I think I was just too nervous to do anything about it. So far it's been comfortable though, you know I haven't really felt weirded out by anything."

"Jaime wants me to try it, but I don't know...it feels weird to think about it."

"I know, I've already done things here that I would have thought would be weird not so long ago." Like licking my own panties, I was reminded by my conscience.

"Like what?" She was growing bolder with her curiosity as the wine kicked in. I hesitated but then thought Leah might get a kick out of hearing about things. The wine was starting to affect me too.

"Well, yesterday, in Zara's office when I first arrived, she told me to undress in front of her. I've obviously been naked in front of women before but this was more sexual. She did this inspection type of thing, with her hand."

"Was she naked too?" Leah's eyes were wide with intent.

"No, that's the thing, she didn't shed an item of clothing...she just ran her hand over me, touching my chest and boobs like I was an object, touching my back and...well never mind." I didn't want to go into too much detail; I was a little embarrassed that I had gotten turned on by it.

"What? Tell me!" She seemed to be getting excited. "Did she, you know, touch you down there?"

"Yes, a little, I mean not for very long."

"Did you like it?" I had but I wasn't sure if I wanted to sound too enthusiastic to Leah, if she wasn't a lesbian I didn't want her to judge me too much, I didn't get the chance to reply anyway as we were interrupted by Jaime marching into the kitchen.

"Leah I've been waiting ages for you, you were going to help me, remember?" Her usual catty demeanor was in full force.

"Crap, sorry, I was just talking to Kristy about stuff, I'm coming." It was like Jaime was her mom or something. Leah gave me a sheepish look and then followed Jaime out, but not before Jaime shot me a dirty glare.

I was alone again but feeling good; the bottle was near gone so I grabbed another one to take to my room so I could get ready myself. I spent the next couple of hours nursing the wine and basically wasting time daydreaming about what might be going on below. I hadn't really seen any of the night time action so I was curious. As the night drew on and the time for me to carry out Zara's wishes approached I started to get ready. I was a little drunk but feeling confident and excited. Talking to Leah had felt good and I kind of got off on telling her about my experiences. It was hard to tell if she was disgusted or fascinated. I hoped it was the latter.

I put on a black teddy and some lacy underwear, applied a little makeup and assessed myself in the mirror. Like I said I was feeling confident and sexy and found myself practicing seduction in the mirror just to make sure I didn't look stupid if I tried it later.

I ran my hands up my body to squeeze my breasts through the teddy, bending over to let them hang and create a cleavage. I was half cracking myself up and half getting turned on; maybe I should have been a stripper after all. I even allowed myself to put my hand down to my clit and gently rub it under my panties. I let out a sigh at the immediate pleasure it gave me to feel attention and I looked sexy doing it in the mirror. I wished I could have made myself cum but I resisted, pulling my hand away. I was getting closer to having Zara.

I had heard Kelly already return to her bedroom but I was listening out for the other crucial part and when it came my heart jumped. Splashing. It was time.

***

"Hey, what's going..." I stopped Kelly's question by putting my finger to my lips to keep her quiet. I stepped into her room and shut the door behind me.

"Zara wanted me to keep you company tonight," I whispered into her ear,"...while you watch." I kissed her lightly on her lips. She was looking puzzled, like she wasn't quite sure what I had just said. I took her by the hand to the window, already open. I wasn't sure what to expect myself and when I peered down at the Jacuzzi area I stopped breathing.

Two beautiful women, Nina and Zara, were standing in each other's arms. It was playful, they were talking softly to each other, their faces inches apart, stopping occasionally to plant a kiss on each other's lips. They were both in bikinis, their hair slicked back from the water, perfect bodies intertwined. It was a fantasy that any man or woman would be turned on by.

"Wow," I said under my breath, "Do they do this every night?"

"Only this past week, the third time maybe. Looks like Nina couldn't resist Zara's advances. She doesn't just jump into bed with anyone you know." They were kissing deeply. I squeezed Kelly's hand and pulled her into me and did the same to her beautiful lips, my tongue parting them and searching for hers. I heard Kelly breathe in sharply in response to my hunger, returning it. Her hand moved to my side, sliding underneath the teddy and up to cup a breast. I let it linger for a moment, savoring her electric touch as she gently squeezed, before breaking the kiss.

"No touching Kelly, remember?" I removed her hand, kissing her fingers first, "but I can touch you all I want." She looked at me, lightly panting with a half-smile, half-pout. "Come on, let's watch." I pulled her in front of me, my body pressed against her back as we both looked out the window.

They were still kissing. Zara's hands were the more exploratory; running down Nina's gorgeous back and ass, and then slowly moving one to lie on her breast. I wrapped my arms around Kelly, hugging her from behind, the smell of her hair in my nose. She was effortlessly cute in a t-shirt with flannel pants.

Their kiss ended and Zara spoke inaudibly, her hand massaging Nina's breast. She reached up to Nina's neck and undid her bikini string, exposing her full boobs; Zara's hands immediately moving to the nipples, teasing them with her thumb and forefinger while never breaking her stare into Nina's eyes. I heard a soft groan.

I moved my hands up to Kelly's breasts to squeeze them through her t-shirt, finding her nipples, mimicking Zara to make them hard. I kissed her on the neck and heard her sigh. The wine had made me confident and I was going to take my time with Kelly.

"Can I take your shirt off?"

"You can do whatever you want to me," I pulled it over her head to expose her torso and traced my fingers down her spine. She shivered. Over her shoulder below, Zara was kissing Nina's neck and moving her mouth down to her breasts; holding one in her hand briefly to glance into Nina's eyes before licking a nipple. The reaction from Nina was immediate, her head fell back, eyes closed, and another groan drifted up to us. I had never felt so horny before, the sight of Nina in a pose of ecstasy made my mouth dry. I moved closer to Kelly again and she pushed her butt into me, managing to put pressure on my clit as I stroked the sides of her body, kissing her shoulder occasionally as she stood transfixed on what was happening below us.

Zara teased Nina's nipples; licking intermixed with harder sucking as Nina's groans became steadier. I moved my hands up Kelly's breasts to pinch her bare nipples, reaching in again to kiss her neck.

"I'm so turned on right now," Kelly muttered, she had reached back to put her hand on my head, arching her back and offering her boobs further into my hands.

"Then show me," she immediately took one of my hands and guided it under her pants to her damp pussy. She used my hand to rub her clit, letting out a ragged gasp. I stopped her, she was already close but I wanted to time it with Zara and Nina.

"Don't stop..." I didn't respond, but continued to kiss her neck while my hands explored her front. Things had progressed below; Nina was leaning over the edge of the Jacuzzi, propped up on her hands with Zara bent over her, kissing her back as a hand groped at Nina's hanging breasts. I guided Kelly's hands to the window ledge to put her in a frisk position. I dragged my nails down her back to the waistband of her pjs and pulled them down, kneeling in front of her beautifully tanned ass. I had a sudden hunger to bury my face into it and eat her out from behind but I was caught by anxiety. That would probably be too forward, maybe that's not something Kelly would enjoy I thought.

I stood up to see that Zara's hand had disappeared between Nina's thighs, making no noticeable movement from our view but Nina was beginning to whimper between breaths with eyes closed. I wanted that to be me, but for now I would have to be the one to give.

I reached down, stroking her butt on the way to find her pussy from behind. Two fingers touched her clit while her wetness was felt on my palm, my wrist riding between her ass cheeks. She let out a grunt of approval that must have carried downstairs as I noticed Zara looking up at us. My fingers began to move slowly on her and she responded by taking a hand off the sill to play with her own breasts, tugging at a nipple.

Below us I heard a break in Nina's moans as Zara repositioned her so they were facing each other, Nina sitting on the edge while Zara was still standing in the hot tub. Nina giggled as she slipped her bikini bottoms off her slender legs, opening them to beckon Zara to stand between them. Zara's hand went there immediately. From our angle we could see her insert a finger into Nina's vagina. My fingers trailed down, rubbing Kelly's glazed labia to see what her reaction would be.

"Do it..." she said in response. I slipped my index finger in and it was taken with ease.

"Does this feel ok?"

"Yeah, you can use another one." I complied and used two fingers, tighter this time; slowly pushing up into her, catching the ridge of her cervix.

"Oh god...just like that..." I noticed that her hand gone down to rub her clit so she could feel both. It was driving me wild. My pussy had gone to another level; my clitoris was swollen and felt like a baseball under my panties.

"Did Zara do that to you?" She was pleasuring Nina with her hand still while sucking on her gorgeous boobs; I wanted to know what had happened between them.

"N-No," she was having trouble talking as I slowly pumped my fingers inside her.

"What did she do?" I insisted, whispering. Nina's cries were getting louder

"She...she fucked me...with a strap on." My face went hot.

"Where?"

"In her office, god, this feels so good." Nina suddenly stopped and my fingers paused to see what would happen in the hot tub. Zara was telling Nina to move again, making her get on all fours on the edge of the Jacuzzi. Zara's face went down to Nina's ass and ran a tongue all the way up her crack. We heard Nina swear as she looked behind. Kelly and I had gone still, barely breathing as we stared at this act. Zara repeated it; this time lingering to lick what I knew was her anus. I quivered as my darkest desires had been revealed to me.

Nina had bent down further; her head in crossed arms, her ass thrusting into the air. Zara was now able to lick her pussy, pushing her face into her ass. I hesitantly looked at Kelly, and she smiled sheepishly.

"Would you want..." she cut me off with a hungry kiss and then put her hands on the sill again, spreading her legs slightly. I knelt behind her, wanting to repeat the analingus I had seen but anxiety gripped me again. I thought Kelly might just want me to give her oral sex and not the rest. I didn't want to ruin the experience by offending her. She had arched her back to allow me full access to her vagina. I moved in, tentatively licking her clit at first but her cry of satisfaction when I made contact gave me more confidence. Her scent and taste were still the potent aphrodisiac that I had experienced only the day before. My eyes were an inch away from her puckered anus and my upper lip had her cum on it.

It was the most intimate experience I had had. It felt dirty and taboo which turned me on more. I began to lap hungrily at her clit, using my hands to pull her hips tighter onto my face.

"Mmmmmm, oh god, that feels so good, mmmmmmmm, your mouth feels so hot on me." She was beginning to rock on her feet to the rhythm of my tongue. I desperately wanted to know how it felt to be her. I used my hands to part her cheeks so I could wedge my mouth closer to her vagina. She was panting heavily.

"Oh fuck, uhhhhhh, I'm so sensitive down there!" Through Kelly's moans, I could hear a high pitched shriek through the window which seemed to put Kelly over the edge; her voice raising an octave. "Oh fuuuuck!" she reached back and pushed my head harder into her and then her body froze as she held her breath. For a brief moment all I heard was the light noise of my tongue licking her clit.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," her climax split the silence as she screamed out in pleasure, her body pulsing with the strength of the orgasm, her ass rubbing against my face as she milked every last wave, swallowing to catch her breath. She finally collapsed to the floor to roll onto her back, to look up at me with a flushed face, her taste and smell lingering on my lips.

"Jesus Christ that was intense," she pulled me by my teddy so that she could kiss me gratefully. "That was fucking amazing, I totally came at the same time as Nina, I'm not kidding." She kissed me again. "You are a very bad girl," she grinned playfully at me.

"Mmmm, well you make me a bad girl, I've never even come close to doing that before but I'm glad it was with you." I kissed her deeply, still incredibly turned on. I stood up to peek out the window again. Zara and Nina were back talking to each other playfully, standing in the Jacuzzi. Nina fully naked and yet Zara still amazingly had her bikini on, which Nina obviously wanted to change as she was groping her body. Zara seemed to have had enough of the exhibition and got out of the hot tub with the incredible Nina in tow. A tiny part of me felt sad that I hadn't seen her cum but it had been worth it. I pulled Kelly off the floor and to the bed where she flopped lazily, I wasn't done interrogating her.

"A strap on Kelly? Really?" she giggled. "Did you enjoy it?"

"Yeah, it was super hot actually, I mean Zara's kind of kinky, you kinda just do what she tells you to."

"What's it like?"

"Haha, it's certainly not the same as a dick, I mean it's rubber after all, and well it doesn't taste the same for sure." She grinned ear to ear before laughing.

"Shut up! You mean you sucked on it? While she was wearing it?"

"Yeah, I don't know, it seemed like that was the thing to do, she seemed to like it!" I was really turned on by the thought of seeing this; I had never really thought that girls would do that in real life.

"How did you get her to do it? Like use it on you."

"Wow Kristy, you have a serious crush, don't you?" I blushed and Kelly pouted. "I was kinda hoping that maybe you were into me." She genuinely seemed a little hurt.

"No I am, what we did was incredible and you know that I want to..."

"It's fine I get it, I went a little crazy after I accepted I was into girls too. I mean we're surrounded by hot women, something about this place just makes me horny...something about you makes me horny too." I was sitting on her bed almost at her feet and she used one to stroke my thigh suggestively.




Memoirs from a Bordello Day 02



"Stop, come on, I want details."

"Alright alright, well she just asked me what types of things I had done with a girl, to gauge my experience you know? She asked if I had tried that and I said no...the next afternoon she did the whole seductive Zara thing and...well she wound up doing me on her desk." She was so flippant about it I admired her sexuality. She had just described a fantasy of mine like it had been doing groceries, lying on her bed, still naked, minutes after I had made her cum with my mouth.

"Jesus, that's pretty hot, I'm not going to lie."

"Yep, it sure was, wanna sleep over?" She slinked under her blanket and yawned. I crawled in with her, lying side by side. A headache from the wine had started to develop and it was late but I didn't want to be alone. My mind was flipping between arousal and guilt. I felt ashamed when I thought about my fantasies in a vacuum, with no one around to tell me it was ok. Kelly was the perfect antidote for the shame; she was so carefree about everything. She allowed me to feel bolder about my sexuality, to let go of the anxiety of whether I was a lesbian or not and to just enjoy things carnally. She turned off the light and I reached out to kiss her warmly.

"Mmmm, stop it or you'll get me all worked up again, I won't care who Zara says I can or can't touch." I laughed. We chatted briefly for a bit before she fell asleep. I felt like I was a teenager again staying at a best friend's house, talking about who we liked in the early hours of the morning. I didn't want to get turned on again so I kept my hands to myself, it was exhausting to go through the day that I had without actually having an orgasm, my body felt stiff and knotted and the only other way to relax it was through the sleep that came.



Memoirs from a Bordello Day 03



This is the third part of my story, the first two can be found on my profile page. Thanks once again to everyone who has sent encouraging messages, they inpire me to write this the best I can. Day 4 should be published in the coming weeks.

EC

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"I have high hopes for you Kristy. Most women who come through that door are able to fulfill one or two of our client's needs. It's up to me to pair the right girl with the right client. You on the other hand are a rare breed...someone who I hope can be matched with any desire."

"What about Kelly?" I was back in her office with her cool green eyes examining me.

"Kelly is for nervous first timers, her personality is the winner...putting people at ease is her specialty but I could never put her in a situation where a client's needs are...slightly more serious." I got what she was saying, Kelly was fun, but sometimes you didn't want fun.

"...and Nina?" I couldn't have imagined when someone would not want to sleep with Nina.

"She's beautiful, but that is also a weakness in her. Her looks provide the seduction, not what is between her ears. You on the other hand have both beauty and the brains, and it does take brains to provide sensuality. Have you ever heard of the term switching?" I shook my head.

"Switching is a fetish term, implying changing roles in a sub/dom sexual act...for people, like me and you, who enjoy both being submissive and being in control." Me and you. Was that a hint?

""People like me?" She smiled.

"I can see a lot of myself in you. Think about your submissive side. Two days ago when you came in this office and stood naked in front of me were you not aroused?" I nodded. "Why?"

"I felt vulnerable...not in control."

"Exactly...and yesterday was an extension of that. The blindfold and tie helped you believe you weren't in control. You could have stopped at any time but you didn't. Even your refusal to masturbate is part of that submission to what I order. Did you like it when you found out that I had told Kelly not to touch you?" I thought about it.

"Yes." I was beginning to feel ashamed of myself.

"It's nothing to be embarrassed about, it doesn't mean that you want ball gags and whips...like I said, I enjoy it too...but what about the other side? The lovemaking with Kelly last night, you were in control." She had gotten up from her desk to perch on it in front of me like a teacher, hair falling over one shoulder. "Imagine if it was a beautiful girl in your office, or tied up in a bedroom for you to do whatever you pleased. Imagine...if I was the one tied up?"

For the briefest of seconds Zara had morphed with ease to someone I hadn't met yet. She was girly and innocent inviting me to assert myself over her. It didn't last, but it was there in her eyes that there was a different side.

"I...would like that." I admitted.

"I know you would and you will get a chance to explore that too, so think of today as a type of graduation: your last day of submission Tomorrow when you come in here I want you to be assertive and confident, ready to play the dominant role in any scenario I provide. But with every graduation there is a celebration and it's still up to me how that celebration occurs."

There was a point in every encounter with Zara where my heart would start to flutter, and I could feel my body start to tremble with excitement. It was addictive and the first thing that I anticipated when I woke up. I would try to have a normal existence: eat breakfast, take a shower, go to the gym and workout but the anticipation would grow as the hour for our meetings would near. On that day, I had cut myself off, my mind too absorbed with my cravings to interact with anyone. My shower after my workout had been lazy, closing my eyes as I enjoyed the hot water and soap suds over every part of my body.

I had spent over an hour getting dressed in my room, moisturizing my body to make my skin soft to the touch, trying on different clothes, before settling on a deep blue bra top dress I had bought recently. It came to mid thigh and hugged my curves, the built in bra providing some lace at the top but more importantly pushed upwards to give me ample cleavage. It made me feel incredibly sexy, like a lingerie model. I had taken my time over my makeup; enough for sophistication but not to look like a tramp. I looked great and had added the final touch before heading down to meet her. On impulse I removed my panties, it added a little bit of naughtiness that I had hoped Zara would discover in me.

"How will we celebrate Zara?" I raised an eyebrow and smiled suggestively.

"First, I want to hear about last night, did you enjoy watching us?"

"Yes...we both did, it was...breathtaking." She arranged another chair so it was positioned in front of me and she took a seat, our knees touching.

"Nina's beautiful isn't she, do you want her?" I did, it was impossible not to but right now I was intoxicated with Zara's proximity. She was wearing a trademark navy blue blazer with skirt, a white blouse with buttons undone far enough to spy a black lace bra.

"Yes...but not like I want you." That elicited a sly grin.

"Tell me what you did to Kelly."

"I...I fingered her while she watched you...and then I ate her out from behind like you did to Nina." She leaned forward and placed her hands on my knees.

"Did you lick her ass?" I swallowed, and shook my head. My breaths were ever so slightly getting shorter.

"Did you want to?" Her hands were rubbing my thighs, pushing my dress up, I parted them.

""Yes...but I wasn't sure if..."

"I don't want any more inhibitions from you," she leaned closer to me, our faces inches apart. Her hands had slid to the tops my thighs. "Just like how you didn't wear any panties today...you like feeling dirty don't you?" I whimpered an agreement and reached out to kiss her hard, my control leaving me, pulse racing I tried to hold onto her and find her tongue but she pushed me back down and stood up. Moving her chair out of the way she pulled me up to stand.

"I was an escort for many years...for men and women both. I would be flown all around the world to play out their fantasies...be their girlfriend or their dominatrix. I learnt a lot of about pleasure and sensuality and one thing I know is that the strength of an orgasm is related to the amount of time someone has been in a state of arousal. The longer you wait for it, the better it will be." She had walked behind her desk to open a drawer and produced a pair of handcuffs. My pussy had long since gone wet but now it started to burn with longing. "All you need is to exercise some restraint."

She moved behind me, stroking my arms and then guiding my wrist into a handcuff, the metallic latch closing around it. Then the other one was secured behind my back. They had almost a foot of slack on them so it wasn't uncomfortable but it still put my hands out of action. "I think I'm going to let you keep this sexy little dress on," she rasped in my ear and then I felt her nails run up the sides of my thighs to catch the hem of my skirt and pull it upwards, bunching it at my waistline, exposing everything below it.

"Years of experience has given me the knowledge on how to prolong arousal, how to find someone's erogenous areas..." she trailed a nail down the side of my neck and I shivered, "...anywhere from the neck..." she kissed my back between the shoulder blades. "...to the most sensitive areas of the body." I felt a tip of her finger run gently through my labia, picking up moisture, and moving up to circle my anus causing me to take a deep intake of air. The desk looked enticing to steady myself but I had been robbed of the ability to use my arms and was forced to stand on unsteady legs while she teased my ass, the sensitivity sending tingles to my clitoris and up my spine.

"And where the body would feel my touch..." her finger trailed leftwards over my ass cheek as she moved in front of me, the finger ending just above the hood of my clitoris, "...it would also soon feel my mouth." Her finger slid down again to become coated with my dampness, I bit by lip again as its length traced my clit. She pulled it up to my mouth, using her dripping finger like lipstick on it before her mouth met mine, the taste of my pussy intermingled with our kiss, it was heaven. For the first time my hunger for her was met with encouragement from Zara's sweet mouth, allowing our tongues to meet, responding to my desperation.

When we broke there was genuine desire in her eyes, panting coming from both of our mouths. She pulled the straps of my dress down over my shoulders, making the cups fall to expose my breasts; her fingers dancing around my nipples. We both looked at them as they became erect, the areola dimpling and the tip protruding. She leaned into my ear, continuing to tickle my breast while never touching my aching nipples.

"I've wanted this too Kristy, ever since I got your email. Resisting the urge to fuck you on the first day after you made Kelly cum with your virgin mouth..." her voice was barely audible, husky an inch from my ear, "I played with myself as I watched you submit to having a stranger climax on your face." Her fingers finally found my nipples; still the lightest of touches on them. From the back of my throat came a soft cry through my erratic breathing.

"But I didn't let myself come, Kristy. I kept myself on the brink for so long but never over the edge. Ask me why." Her tongue went to a nipple, dragging its full length against my eager tip and then circling. My head fell back instinctively but I had to return it to Zara's face to watch her beautiful mouth tantalize me. For a moment I was reminded of the handcuffs as I reached out to touch her.

"W-why?" She stopped and came back to my ear to answer.

"I'm waiting for your hot mouth to taste me." Her face went down again to the nipple without her saliva on it and she closed her lips on it, pursing them to squeeze the erect point.

"Oh God...I'll do anything you want Zara...you make me so hot," it was true. I was light-headed from the blood pumping to my brain. I wanted to pleasure her, but I was in no position unless she took off her skirt and pulled my head down to her crotch, which I wanted. Her mouth released my .

"Not today...today is about your body and I know what it wants." She moved from me and went to the same closet as the first day, removing a pillow, coming back and placing it on her desk. She beckoned me with a sexy smile and a solitary finger. I didn't know how she wanted me until she guided me to bend over the desk, my front cushioned by the pillow, my arms still helpless behind my back. The desk was lower than my waist so I had to spread my legs for comfort.

"Are you comfortable?" she stroked a butt cheek. I nodded breathlessly. It was difficult to look behind me but I caught her kneel behind me and then felt her nails again, starting at my ankles, stroking upwards over my calves to tease the backs of my knees. I felt her lips plant a wet kiss on one before a tongue, traced the rest of the way up my thigh. I whimpered, giving up trying to watch and instead burying my face in the pillow. Her slow tongue stopped where my thigh met my ass, kissing the crease. Then I just felt her breath on my crotch, her face had to have been close, as her hand traced up the other thigh.

I felt her tongue on one of my cheeks, ever so close to my crack, licking and then a playful soft bite on it. I was having trouble swallowing I was so turned on. My clitoris was so swollen the sensitivity radiated to the entire area. Then it finally came, her tongue ran lightly from the bottom of my vagina up my crack, not stopping to avoid my anus. A spasm ran through me and an animal cry came from my mouth.

I felt her hands on both cheeks as she pulled them apart; I tried to help by arching my back, wanting her mouth everywhere. Again her tongue came to lick me and this time it stopped on my asshole, circling and kissing it.

"Mmmmm God it's so sensitive!" I managed to mumble into my pillow but Zara didn't stop despite my writhing. It was the most intimate act someone had ever done on me. I felt every movement her tongue tip made on the nerve endings, from light touches to its entire length running up my ass to the small of my back. I had to bite the pillow to muffle the urgent groans that were coming from me.

Finally her tongue stopped and went downwards, parting my soaked labia and lapping at the source of my juices. I felt her face tight against my crotch, her nose pressing against my asshole. Then for the first time in my life I felt a woman's tongue on my clit and I squealed in ecstasy.

Her devilish tongue was moving in slow strokes from my clit to my vagina; her tongue always hitting my clit but also to lap deeply at my wet entrance, applying pressure almost to the point of insertion. The anticipation had put me on the brink of an incredible orgasm with little effort from her and I felt it build with every lap until it stopped suddenly, her face leaving me, my crotch robbed of its warmth.

"Please don't stop...just please don't stop I'm so close!" I craned my head again to look around and she had stood up, walking around the desk ignoring my pleas. She came in front of me, not saying a word, and unzipped her skirt and let it fall, exposing a landing strip of manicured pubic hair. She knelt in front of my face and pulled my head toward her to kiss me deeply. I could taste and smell myself on her; whimpering I reached out with my tongue for more of my juices.

"There's something I've wanted to hear from you Kristy," she had released my head and her hand had gone down to her pussy.

"Tell me," her fingers came back up to my mouth and I sucked on them greedily. Her green eyes had a wicked glint and then I realized what she wanted to hear.

"I want...I want you inside of me..." The urge for her to fill me had hit me hard and I needed to be satisfied. My feelings for her were intensifying by the second and my body demanded the most intimate acts with her.

She stood up and reached into a drawer, producing what I knew she would, a rubber phallus, a harness and a bottle of lubrication. It was black and detailed like a penis. In any other circumstance I would have giggled but my aching vagina made me stare at it longingly as she stepped into it and fastened it to her waist. She looked so hot, still wearing a white blouse and the treatment she had given my pussy hadn't affected her makeup. A second wave of moistness began to cover my pussy in anticipation.

She walked around behind me, and helped me back into a standing position. She tried to turn me around to lie on my back but I didn't let her, instead falling to my knees in front of the dildo, looking up at her and licking my lips expectantly. I was in such a frenzied state of arousal I would do anything no matter how slutty especially if it would turn Zara on. She reached down to slide a hand in between the harness and her crotch, rubbing it briefly and then coating the strap on with the results.

She guided it to my lips and I licked the tip, her cum overpowering the slight taste of rubber. I held my eyes on hers as I took it into my mouth. I wanted to hold the base and reach up to squeeze her breast through her blouse but again the handcuffs prevented me.

"Mmmmm, I love how your pussy tastes Zara, I would spend all day there if you would let me." I put my mouth on it again, going deeper, relaxing my throat to take more of its length like I had done with men. It was long but not ridiculous like I had seen in pornos, it wasn't going to hurt. I took it into my mouth in long strokes, trying to get the harness to cause friction on Zara's clit. Above me I caught Zara's face break and her mouth open as she took a sharp breath, it was working and I was ready.

"Please fuck me..." it was barely above a whisper but Zara responded, pulling me off my knees, my boobs still falling out of my dress that only served to cover my midsection. She pushed me back onto the desk, lying down on my handcuffed hands. I spread my legs to invite her in and then wrapped them around her waist. She uncapped the lube, and dripped a large glob into her hand and then gripped the dildo, stroking it up and down to make it slick. I had to strain to keep my head up and look at the act, I wanted to see everything. She bent over me to kiss me lightly again for one last message.

"This is going to feel so good." I believed her. She straightened and then I felt the tip push against my pussy. It was so wet that the strap on was met with little resistance, the head being taken easily. I gasped as I felt it fill and stretch the walls of my vagina. It didn't have the natural warmth of a penis but I was so hot down there it quickly felt a part of me. Zara inched it further into me, taking it slow for me to adjust. I urged her on with my legs, pulling her closer even though it was getting tighter.

She withdrew and then pumped inwards again, pushing deeper. I moaned with every new part of my vagina it reached, her hand guiding it in while another stroked a thigh. She pumped again and this time she got it to the hilt, completely filling me. I was panting feverishly, wanting to feel its stroke against my ridge where I was most sensitive. Zara looked down at my face, probably contorted in pleasure, and then moved a thumb to my clit.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck that feels good," my voice was piercing, begging for more. She toyed with my clit as she began to move the dildo in and out, slowly, almost removing it completely and then pushing all the way in again. I was grunting through heavy breaths. I needed more: for her to fuck me faster but she kept an even pace, making the orgasm develop slowly.

I managed to prop myself on my elbows somehow to see the rubber dick move in and out of me, moaning with each inch I took, the black length disappearing into my pink folds. Zara grabbed my face, a thumb pushing it to my mouth allowing me to suck on it while I glared at her beautiful face, almost angry that I couldn't use my hands to rip her shirt off and feel her entire body on mine.

"Is this what you wanted?" she rasped, her voice trembling ever so slightly.

"God yes...I've wanted you so bad...oh fuck you're going to make me cum so hard." She thrust deep again and then held it, a quivering sigh escaping my mouth. She leant over to pleasure my tits; her hand roughly squeezing a breast to bring a nipple to her mouth nursing it relentlessly. It pushed me to the edge.

"Uhhhhhhh, please god yes, suck on me," I felt her hips move, the dildo starting to work in and out as she licked and sucked on my tender boobs. And then it happened, I couldn't prolong it any further, I sucked in all my breath and held it, my eyes closing, my back arched; pressing my breast further into Zara's soft mouth. I dug my heels into her back and got every centimeter possible of the strap on into myself. From below a shockwave hit my whole body and it erupted out of my mouth in a wail.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh my god I'm cumming, uhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Zara pumped it deeply one last time to hold it inside me, my vagina pulsating and my body bucking on it. It felt like it lasted an hour, all the pent up lust making the orgasm plateau as I continued to convulse from the power of it.

"Oh my god, ohhhh fuck, that feels so good," Wave after wave hit me before it sadly subsided. Zara finally released my wet nipple, straightening to slide the strap on out of me; leaving a trembling cavity. She stared at me, lightly panting, saliva making her lips glisten.

"You don't know how beautiful you looked as I made you cum," I looked up at her, hair in my eyes, not being able to clear it away. I almost wanted to tell her I loved her, to ask her to uncuff me and take me to bed where we could undress each other and I could explore her body like she did mine. I would have done anything she had wanted. But I didn't, I could only hold her stare, hoping that she saw I wanted more, as my breathing finally steadied.




Memoirs from a Bordello Day 03



She took off the harness and helped me up to my feet, taking keys off her desk to undo the handcuffs, letting them fall to the ground. I rubbed my wrists instinctively; my shoulders were stiff from having my hands behind me. I reached out to her, my arms hugging her close as she let me kiss her.

"Can I do anything for you now?" My hand went to a breast to squeeze it gently through her blouse.

"Remember what I told you, I want a different Kristy tomorrow, I want to see how much more you can turn me on." She took my hand away from her, pulled my dress down and pulled the straps up to cover my boobs. "Today's session is over." One more light kiss and it was back to business for her.

I couldn't accept that it was over. I hesitated as she walked behind her desk to put her skirt back on, to see if she was kidding, but she never even looked at me and I was forced to leave with a lump in my throat.

***

When I got back to my room I cried, I couldn't help it. The aftermath of the intensity I had felt was screwing with my head. I had wanted her to hold me, to drop this stupid game she was playing, to spend days on end with her telling me about herself between kisses and lovemaking. No more charades. She had denied me that. I knew I was falling for her; it was turning into a high school crush and I hated myself for it. It was helpless though, every turn my mind took led me down a path with her face in front of mine, her lips on my nipples or the glimpse of her pussy when she removed her skirt.

I laughed hopelessly through my tears, thinking about the feeling when she entered me, my hand going down to my crotch to comfort the emptiness it felt. I was being ridiculous in hindsight; my hormones were going through the roof. I felt lonely, degraded and angry at the same time. She had used me as an object for her titillation and nothing more. She liked seeing me lose control, seducing me to where I would beg. I knew because I liked it too: to see a woman plead for satisfaction. I played out the scene again, how it must have looked: me handcuffed on her desk, dress hiked up around my waist as she fucked me. It made my face hot in a mixture of embarrassment and arousal.

She wanted to see me in control so I had to snap out of it. I was an A student at a great law program and it wasn't because I slept my way there. I had to somehow turn the tables on Zara; make her want me, or better yet make her beg me like she had done to me. I was going to cut through her cool demeanor and turn her into the whore she was. Maybe that's what she wanted from me; for me to make the switch and her to lose control.

As my vulnerability and sadness dissipated, I grew in confidence. Zara had awoken something dormant in my sexual life. Three days of lesbian experiences had barely satisfied me, in fact it left me wanting much more; to see how deep I could go. My flesh ruled and rational thought had been scrapped.

I grabbed a bottle of wine and a snack from the kitchen to mull over what my next steps were; to let my mind wander into my fantasies and the possibility of fulfilling them. I allowed myself to browse the porn sites, looking for scenarios and positions that turned me on. Everything was in my grasp but I would need help.

***

Nina answered her door in a towel, looking fantastic as usual. She always had a look, no matter when, that she had just been interrupted during sex.

"Kristy? What do you want?"

"Zara sent me, can I come in?" I hadn't bothered to change, my mascara was a little messy but I felt it made me look hot in a sultry way. She let me come into her room, the place strewn with clothing and accessories. She was definitely high maintenance. I closed the door behind me and put on my best coquettish act, behaving like a teenager.

"Soooo, Zara wants to set up a little surprise for you tomorrow," I bit my lip and put an index finger on her chest, just above her cleavage.

"Oh yeah...like what?" She gave me a suspicious look.

"Well that's the surprise isn't it?" I fake laughed. "All you need to do is meet me where and when I text you tomorrow afternoon, digits please." I raised my cell phone I had been holding.

"Wait...what's going on?" She needed convincing.

"Let's just say, Zara wants to do something kinky," I stepped into her and my finger dragged over her cleavage, "...now tell me your number or you get nothing." She relented and gave it to me while I keyed it in.

"Why did she need you to come?" Still skeptical. I got closer to her, my chest touching hers and my voice lowered.

"Because it's a two woman job...and she wants me to watch...you like to be watched don't you?" My finger came to her lips, she was starting to give.

"Maybe..." she flashed a model smile worthy of a cover girl.

"Of course you do Nina, you liked it when Kelly watched you two and you liked it last night when we both watched, I bet it makes you cum harder." She stared wide eyed at me, and slowly nodded her head.

"Good, I'll be in touch tomorrow then, wear something...that's easy to remove...oh and don't try to get anything out of Zara tonight. She's entertaining and wants you to have no idea." I stepped away from her with a nonchalant wave and left the room.

***

I commended myself on pulling that off. The wine had helped obviously but tomorrow I would need even more guts. My wounds had healed too; I was still hurt but it was harder to not think about the intensity that had happened in her office. Nothing that I had ever done with a man had come close and I was afraid I had reached the point of no return with my sexuality. I hadn't thought about men for so long that I was questioning whether they would ever be a factor. Perhaps there was something they offered me that Zara or a woman couldn't but I couldn't think of one at the time.

The household seemed busier that night, it was a Wednesday and apparently things began to ramp up towards the weekend. There were doorbells and the sound of women in the hallway getting ready, going to and from the bathroom. It had been easy to forget that this was a bordello; that I was essentially here to perform a job, a service. I had been so caught up in the drama of my sexual desires that it hadn't occurred to me until then that this was still a business; that these women worked and got paid and I had come here for money and not just my own sensual exploration. Zara had said it would be a week before I was presented to a client; I was only in my third day.

A shiver as the echo of Zara's tongue hitting my clitoris ran through me. I thought about masturbating but it would pale in comparison to having another woman's touch. I resolved to have a shower to clear my head once things had calmed down outside. I sent emails to my family, lying about a summer internship, how everything is going great in sunny California: their daughter was doing just fine.

Eventually the commotion died outside and I felt it was safe to go out. I put on a towel and went to the bathroom, unexpectedly bumping into Leah with the same idea. She apologized and said that I go first, without thinking about the consequences or having any other intentions aside from friendliness I suggested something different.

"Or we could take one together? That shower is huge and I could do with some company."

"Umm...ok." She giggled and followed me in. I locked the door half for privacy and half to avoid the way that Jaime had interrupted our talk in the kitchen the day before. I removed my towel and turned the dial on in the shower to let it warm up. I noticed that Leah hadn't moved and caught her looking at my body. I didn't want to embarrass her so I said nothing, it was normal.

"Come on, I'll need help with my back, I'm so stiff today." I was. The handcuffs were comfortable at the time but my shoulders needed relaxing. Leah paused, then smiled and let the towel drop. It was my turn to stare; she had beautiful breasts, large and natural yet still supple, with thick brown bullet nipples that stuck out and lured me out of any pretense that I was just being friendly. She caught my glance and covered them with her arms.

"Don't be embarrassed, you have a beautiful body you know."

"I would prefer yours, I'm kinda squat." She wasn't, she was shorter obviously but only gave her more of an hourglass figure.

"Whatever Leah, any woman would want your boobs," I grabbed her arm and led her into the shower. The water was glorious and the shower was probably the nicest thing about Avalon, with a dish plate shower head and side jets. I tried to put her at ease by asking her about her day, which she said was boring. She had been looking for jobs and Jaime helped her with her resume. I asked if she liked Jaime.

"Yeah of course...as a friend...she can be kinda bossy but she's been very sweet as well." I had soaped a sponge and was going to work on my front, I wasn't trying to be sexy but Leah was having difficulty keeping eye contact and my mind was starting to play should I or shouldn't I. I had come for a shower to clear my head but such was my life here that I began to wonder about Leah and her sexuality, whether she was staunchly straight or just a tiny bit curious. I can't explain why but the idea of being Leah's first lesbian experience was a turn on for me. I barely had experience myself but for me to feel her nervous hands explore my body was a potent opportunity if it arose.

I handed her the sponge and asked if she could do my back.

"Ok...sure," I turned around and she started on my shoulders, "so, what did you do today?" I let Zara fuck me with a strap on. Maybe a more subtle tack would be wise.

"Nothing much, I had a quick meeting with Zara in the afternoon...mmm that feels nice," she was taking her time on me, using both the sponge and a free hand to wash my upper back.

"What did you guys talk about?"

"She...talked about her past...and what type of client I would be suited for." The sponge had made its way down to my lower back, tracing the furrow of my spine.

"Did...you know...have sex with her?" I laughed and turned around to look at her.

"Why are you so curious?"

"I'm sorry...I'm just being nosey I guess...I should shut up." I took the sponge from her.

"No it's fine, I'm just a little embarrassed but I should really talk to someone...your turn." She turned around and I brushed her wet hair over her shoulder to start at her neck and shoulders. "Yes I did."

"What did you guys do?"

"Well...we kissed a bit...and well...then she handcuffed me," I giggled at how strange it sounded.

"Really!? Then how did you do stuff?"

"Well it was a little one-sided, she was the one doing stuff to me..." I was getting aroused again, thinking about it and Leah's naked body wasn't helping. I was making my way down her back with the sponge, using my other hand to spread the soap on to her arms as the water rinsed her.

"Did...did she go down on you?" Leah's voice was wavering, hinting that she too might be succumbing to an arousal of her own.

"Uh-huh, it was...really nice."

"Have you done that to another girl yet?"

"Yes, but my first time was just a couple of days ago." She span around to look at me, her wet hair slicked back.

"How did you know what to do?" Instinctively I continued with the sponge, wiping her chest above her boobs.

"I don't know I guess I just did what I thought I would like...I just tried to be tender." I touched her cheek and let my hand drift down to her breast, my fingers tracing its curve and coming back up to touch her erect nipple. She lightly sucked in air through her teeth as she watched my hand and I felt a quiver of excitement at the prospect of completing her seduction.

"Did you want to try it Leah?" She didn't respond, she just looked down at my hand as a thumb gently rubbed her nipple, the water running down her massive breasts, her chest rising and falling with more effort I worked the sponge on her other breast, slowly spreading the soap. She looked up at me.

"It's ok if you do you know, nobody has to find out." There was a deep confusion in her eyes but I didn't relent. "You know you're so pretty Leah." I bent in to kiss her lips as lightly as possible to gauge her reaction. She didn't respond but at the second contact with my lips, she gave in slightly, closing her lips to complete the kiss. Her breathing was nervous and labored.

"I...I..." she was searching for words but I cut her off with another soft peck.

"Shhh, it's ok." My hand spread out to cup her breast, the nipple hard against my palm. I moved the sponge down to her stomach, making my way to her pubic hair. She didn't know where to look, avoiding my eyes but glancing at what my hands where doing.

"I'm...not sure if I..." she cut herself off with a whimper as the sponge grazed her clit. She took a step back and cornered herself against the cold tiles of the shower. My hands followed, the sponge making contact again and my other hand touching her cheek to make her look at me. I kissed her softly again.

"Does that feel good?" Her only response was to spread her legs fractionally, allowing me full access to her vagina. The sponge eventually fell, but my hand stayed there, my fingers running between her labia to feel a sticky dampness that was different from the hot water still coursing down our bodies. I could see by her reaction that she was very sensitive, like it had been too long since someone touched her there. My fingers began to work in circles around the hood of her clit.

She gasped and her hands finally sprung to action, going around my neck to cling for stability. I tried to kiss her again but she was panting too hard to lock lips.

"You can touch me if you want," her hand moved to my breast, not knowing what to do with it except grope at it clumsily as her orgasm grew within her. She bit her lip to stifle her soft cries, the creases in her brow a mixture of pleasure and worry, as my fingers kept a steady rhythm on her.

She came quickly and violently; one hand suddenly gripping my boob and her other pulling my body in to her as she gently bit my shoulder to help her through the sudden orgasmic shock. She held me tight as a high muffled moan came from my shoulder, my body feeling every ripple of her climax, my own clitoris aching with envy.

When she finally released me her face was wracked with guilt.

"Are you ok?" I held her cheeks as tenderly as possible.

"I...I don't know, it's...I have to go I'm sorry." She withdrew and charged out of the shower, clearly distressed which shook me out of my trance.

"Leah wait! No I'm sorry, look, I just thought that..." I followed her out, wanting to stop her, I had gone too far and it killed me to think it would cause her anxiety.

"No...it's not your fault I'm just not sure about anything right now..." She had wrapped herself in a towel and was making for the door without looking back. My heart was dropping and I felt foolish for the second time that day. I tried to find more words to make her stop but she was gone, and I was left to curse myself for behaving like such an asshole, for moving too quickly.

***

It took me a while to fall asleep; my head was busy with too many thoughts and emotions. I was stung by the way Leah had left me, I thought it was what she had wanted but I had pushed before she was ready. It didn't stop my lust for her, her innocent body in the shower was not something that could be forgotten with ease. Neither was my afternoon with Zara.

I had plans to push Zara further but I still doubted my ability to pull them off or whether I was going to take things too far. For me a crucial part of eroticism is surprise. That is how Zara had stimulated me, by leading me into the unknown. If she had told me from the start what was going to happen, maybe I would have left; I might have reasoned that the bondage was too kinky for me. But she hadn't allowed me that room to second guess myself, tempting my needy body before my brain could overrule its impulses.

Now I needed to keep her guessing; not easy for a woman of her experience. It forced me to be more creative. I resolved to go into West Hollywood the next morning. Partly to get out of that place and clear my head; I had been cooped up for three days with little exposure to the real world. The other part was that I was developing quite a shopping list and WeHo was abundant in the things I needed.

I suddenly had a craving for Kelly's company; she was always the perfect cure for my emotional turmoil. I sent her a text to see if she was done. Her reply came soon:

Booked for the night :( Would rather b with u! Can't stop thinking about last night

I was alone tonight and I had to face it. I closed my eyes and let my thoughts drift over the faces of the women at Avalon, letting their exotic smells and tastes eventually take me into sleep.



Memoirs from a Bordello Day 04



Thanks to everyone who has emailed me or left comments. Please continue to do so as they encourage me to continue. 

EC

*****

It was great to finally get out. Three days there had felt like three days on the moon. I had hitched a ride with Gabby who had crashed overnight after being with a client. She was a pretty Hispanic woman with jet black hair and a long elegant nose. She said she specialized in fetish modeling: high heels and leather as she put it. I could see it in her, there wasn't much of a soft side and she had a cartoon figure with long legs and fake boobs that probably fit perfectly into any sort of kinky wear imaginable.

I asked her how she came to work at Avalon and she said that Zara had contacted her directly. She had her own website and freelanced to just about anybody: men, women, photographers, even commercials. Zara had called to arrange an appointment to see if she would be able to entertain clients on site. The rest, as she said, was history.

"You'd be surprised how much someone will pay just to lick your heels." I felt that needed to be put on a T-shirt or at least a bathroom wall. In the back of my head I wondered what type of paces Zara had put Gabby through. I stifled a laugh at the image of Zara sucking on a six inch stiletto, it didn't seem like her but what was I to know? She said she enjoyed switching after all.

She dropped me off on Santa Monica and I treated myself to brunch. I hadn't been eating particularly regularly so I treated myself to a hearty meal. I did some clothes shopping afterwards, picking up some essentials before heading to a sex shop. I was a bit nervous and wasn't sure what to expect but it turned out to be a lot more vanilla than I thought.

The staff was very helpful and in the end I felt like I was just doing some grocery shopping, the sales assistant at the counter not flinching at the basket of items I had selected. It was expensive though. I had researched what I was looking for the previous night and from the online reviews, it seemed like you had to pay top dollar for your guilty pleasures. I reluctantly threw it on my credit card, but once I left I felt a sexual thrill about being able to use what I had bought.

I strolled around a bit more, mainly people watching and wandering into any interesting stores, but eventually I found myself lost in my own thoughts and began to crave the confines of Avalon again. The real world started outside its gates but I had had my fill of it and wanted to immerse myself back into the sensual life I had experienced over the previous three days. It was getting toward afternoon and excitement was building in me once again.

I cabbed it back and headed to my room to get ready. Kelly had been texting me to see where I had disappeared to, I really did want to catch up with her but I was pressed for time. I quickly showered and did my makeup. I picked out a black strapless ruffled top and a pair of denim shorts. I opened the bag from the sex shop and removed what I needed from the packaging, making sure everything worked before slipping them into my purse.

I had no chance to get nervous. I was going to be taking a leap and wasn't sure I was ready for it. Zara had sent me the customary reminder to meet in her office; I dashed down and took a couple seconds before entering to compose myself, giving myself a word of encouragement under my breath.

Zara was in her chair once again, wearing a green peblum dress with white fitting pants. She looked a bit younger that day, with her hair pulled back in a pony tail, bright colors taking an edge off her usual authoritative appearance. She still looked incredibly sexy and as I sat down I once again doubted my ability to assert control over this sophisticated woman.

"Good afternoon Kristy...have you had a chance to think about what we talked about yesterday?"

"A little..." I tried to be cooler, dismissive.

"Good...today I thought that we explore some scenarios for clients that prefer to play out their submissive roles such as..."

"I thought we could try something a bit different." She stopped dead and looked at me quizzically.

"What precisely do you mean?"

"That would spoil the surprise...I'm assuming that the room that we used two days ago is available?"

"Yes...but why?" I got up from my chair to circle her desk, perching on it in front of her.

"I recall that you presented me with a challenge yesterday and I intend to fulfill it, but that requires a certain amount of trust." I smiled at her and held out my hand. She gave me a bemused look but in her eyes there was a hint of intrigue. After an anxious heartbeat, she took my hand, allowing me to pull her up and lead her from the room.

The room hadn't changed in the two days with the exception of some housecleaning. I moved the chair from which Zara had watched me be teased by the mystery woman to the foot of the bed, telling Zara to sit down.

"I have been thinking about what you said," I was behind her, whispering into her ear, "about switching and how you enjoy both..." I allowed my hands to run down her shoulders and arms, "...and especially how one needs to exercise restraint." I closed the handcuff from my back pocket around her wrist and she flinched, whipping her head to look at me, the curiosity was gone and she fixed me with an impassive stare. For a second I wanted to apologize for misreading her and crossing a boundary, but after she made no effort to move her manacled hand from behind the chair, I continued, pulling her other wrist into the other cuff.

Standing up behind her I tugged on her ponytail making her look up at me, stroking her cheeks, I kissed her softly, our faces upside down.

"Who's in control now?" She tried to reach her mouth up to kiss me again but I held my lips out of reach. A twinkle of satisfaction came over her face as she smiled ever so slightly.

"You are." She had acquiesced and my stomach did a somersault, a dull ache forming in my crotch as it began to dampen. I believed in myself now and I loved it. I could have done anything to her, all the things I had wanted but I wasn't going to let her get off easily. I sat on the bed in front of her to open my purse.

"I thought I could also find a use for this..." I produced a small vibrator that I had bought that morning. It was soft and curved to follow the contour of a woman. I leaned into Zara, smiling I licked the vibrator in front of her face. "It's remote-controlled." She issued a tiny laugh and I held it to her mouth; she licked it as well while gazing into my eyes. Straddling her thighs, I unzipped her pants, her legs spreading to let me wedge the vibrator against her clitoris, my other hand cupping her crotch through her pants to feel its heat. I reached behind me to grab the remote, a small pink disk that could have been for a car lock. It had plus and minus buttons to control the strength of the vibrations. I turned it on at the lowest, touching her crotch again to feel it. Zara let out a sigh and closed her eyes.

"Does that feel good?" She nodded slowly. I left it on while I zipped her pants back up; I wanted to keep it as discreet as possible. "Mmm, you look amazing." I got up to let my cleavage hang over her face, letting her kiss my chest, her breathing becoming audible as I increased the speed a few notches. She whimpered and gently bit one of my breasts through my top. I gasped in surprise and was tempted to remove my top to tease her further when a knock came at the door. I turned the vibrator off to gauge Zara's expression. She was flustered, but her eyes were gleaming with a confused excitement.

"Wait right there," I let a finger touch her lips before dismounting her and opening the door. Nina was on time; I had texted her before meeting Zara. She was gorgeous once again, dressed in a ridiculous black lace baby doll with matching underwear, like she was straight from a Playboy shoot. She always inspired uninhibited lust in me, I wanted to take her immediately and let my mouth explore her body but she was still unaware of the situation.

"Hey there!" I let her in, reproducing the flirty Kristy that she knew from the night before. I closed the door behind her and followed behind her as her steps stopped, taking in the scene.

"Wait a minute, what's going on here? Zara...?"

"So, I kinda lied last night...I'm not the one that's going to be doing the watching." I had crept up behind her to put my hands on her hips. She swiveled to look at me with an arched suspicious eyebrow.

"You set this up didn't you? Just expecting me to jump in the sack with you?" My heart was starting to drop; she wasn't into what I had planned.

"Did you know about this?" She turned to Zara who shook her head with a smirk. The bitch was enjoying my plan falling apart. Nina turned to me again and a smile broke across her face.

"You're one crazy bitch Kristy," she laughed but it didn't sound cruel. She moved into me and draped her arms over my shoulders. "So what did you have in mind? Some kind of tease?" Her face was close to mine, her breasts pushing against me, my confidence returned.

"Something like that..." I couldn't hold back any longer, her smell was too intoxicating. I kissed her hard, my lips locking on hers and my tongue diving deep. She replicated the passion, her mouth open wide and our lips mashing together. I was blown away by Nina's eagerness as she began to grope my ass and chest, letting me do the same to her, our frenzied hands everywhere. The kiss broke the dam in my pussy and I felt what had been simple moistness turn into a flood.

"You chose the right girl." Breathlessly, she flashed a wicked smile and pulled me towards the bed. I pushed her onto it and crawled on top of her, kissing her feverishly. I was still vaguely aware of Zara's presence, but I was having trouble not losing myself in my attraction to Nina. As I stopped to catch my breath, I promised myself to slow down to prolong the tease but my body wouldn't listen and I had to return to her mouth or neck, my hands daring to touch more, wanting to rip her out of the flimsy lace. It was Nina that reminded me that we had an obligation to our audience, guiding me into a sitting position on the bed opposite Zara; she swung her legs around mine so she was sitting behind me.

My eyes met Zara's. She was staring intently at us, her sleeveless arms still cuffed behind the chair. She still looked calm, enjoying her view but not yet to the point of desperation. I thought about the remote in my pocket but Nina's hands distracted me as they ran up my thighs, her lips meeting my neck. I purred and gripped her legs, digging my fingers to let her know that I wanted more.

"Let's get you naked." Nina unlaced the strings keeping my top up and pulled it over my head, her hands stroking any newly exposed skin on my lower back before removing my bra, freeing my breasts. Her touch came to the sides of them, circling around their mass to my cleavage and around again. I leaned back into her, feeling my nipples want for stimulation, I closed my eyes to enjoy the feel of her electric hands on my boobs.

"Mmm, just like that...tease them..." I forced my eyes open to stare at Zara, making sure her eyes were tracking Nina's hands, a clear hunger behind them. I hit the button on the remote through my pocket and noticed Zara clench her jaw, a chuckle escaped me but was soon followed by a gasp as Nina's fingers closed around my nipples. I turned my head to kiss her as she pinched them, bolts of pleasure shooting to my pussy. Without thinking I grabbed one of her hands and pushed it down to my crotch for my hips to grind on, the pressure on my mound making me moan into Nina's mouth.

"Can you feel how wet I am?" I asked, loud enough for Zara to hear. Nina gave a delicious nod with her bedroom eyes and suddenly pushed me to stand and her hands went down to my shorts, unbuttoning them. I quickly pulled the remote out, holding it in my hand before Nina pulled my shorts down. Nina coaxed me to bend over Zara with pressure on my lower back and I was forced hold myself up with my hands on the back of Zara's chair. We were practically cheek to cheek, my boobs inches from her mouth, and just below her breaths I could make out the sound of the vibrator.

"I can't stop thinking about what you did to me yesterday...the feel of your mouth on me..." I reminded her. Behind me Nina laid a kiss on one of my cheeks as she peeled my underwear off to my ankles. Zara let out a long breath through pursed lips, it sounded like the vibrator was making it hard for her to keep calm.

"Tell me what she does to you." I was blocking her view but Zara still wanted to know. I put a hand on her face, rubbing a thumb along her lips giving her the opportunity to suck on it. Nina's tongue finally licked my labia, the entire area felt swollen and sensitive. I groaned but still could manage to whisper Zara through it.

"Her tongue is on my pussy...mmmmm...she's running it up and down my lips...ooooh...it's on my clit...she's licking it...it feels so warm..." Zara was staring intently at my face as I gave her as much detail as I had the composure for. "...her lips are everywhere...oh god... she...she's licking my asshole...oh fuck..." my legs were trembling as Nina rimmed me hungrily, "...oh fuck it feels so good Zara." I pulled my wet thumb away from her mouth to grope my own tit, tugging at a nipple with her saliva.

Nina continued to tease my anus while I felt a hand move to my vagina, "...uhhmygod...mmmm...her fingers are inside me...Jesus." Two fingers had slipped in easily to my soaking pussy, pumping inside of me as I could feel the tips connect with my G-spot. I could barely take it and I abandoned my commentary to bury my mouth in Zara's neck, groaning with Nina's thrusts, her mouth still lapping at my asshole.

I increased the intensity of the vibrator as ecstasy swelled in me, hoping Zara would close in on her own orgasm. Nina's fingers and mouth were working on me quicker and I was struggling to breathe.

"Mmmm...she's going to make me cum Zara..." I pushed my tits into Zara's face, needing her mouth on me and she responded passionately, locking onto a nipple sucking and nibbling. It was pushing me over the edge and I put the vibrator on max, hearing a muffled moan from Zara as the strength of her sucking increased. I pulled her face back to look at her, both of us panting.

"Are you close?" Zara nodded, swallowing between breaths. I turned the vibrator off, just as I reached my peak, my hand digging into her shoulder, crying out as it hit me. "Uhhhhhhhhh god yes!" I cried into Zara's face, grunting through the climax as my pussy clenched on Nina's fingers, my ass bucking on her tongue to milk the rest of the orgasm.

Eventually I straightened to let her fingers slide out of me and I turned to pull Nina up to a stand bringing her fingers between our mouths so we could kiss through them, our tongues picking up the taste of my cum.

"You turn me on so much...I want to eat you."

"Be my guest," Nina whispered between another kiss. I took my cue and pulled off her lace top, pausing to look at her breasts. In the back of my mind there was a pang of jealousy at the perfection of her body but it was overtaken with a need to taste her. I sat down on Zara's lap and pulled Nina's breasts to me, licking a nipple while kneading the other with my hand.

Behind Nina's back I tossed the remote to the bed, freeing a hand to explore her sumptuous body. I kept my eyes on her face as I sucked on her boobs, her mouth open as she uttered soft pleas to continue. My hand finally met her crotch, feeling the dampness through her panties. I wanted to touch her everywhere, but she didn't allow me to leave her panties as she gripped my wrist, holding my hand there as she started to rub herself on it. I continued to kiss Nina's torso, exploring everywhere frantically: her cleavage, her stomach and then returning to her nipples.

I was ready for more so I pulled her panties off, getting up to guide her onto the bed, her head pointing towards Zara. I moved between her thighs, planting kisses along the length of her legs. I glanced back at Zara to check on her arousal, there was almost a look of anger from being denied her climax but her lips betrayed her, slightly parted to allow increased breathing even without the vibrator turned on..

I pushed Nina's thighs back to raise her waist in the air, forcing her legs back to her shoulders, her ass facing upwards just below my mouth. I smiled at her before running a tongue down her crack to her pussy, making her grunt through her teeth. I did it again this time pausing on her anus, lapping at it harder, even kissing it with my lips.

"Fuck you're such a dirty bitch..." I was still apprehensive about doing it, it felt taboo, but Nina's response encouraged me. Deep down inside being called dirty turned me on and I responded by pressing my mouth harder on her, making sure she felt all my tongue on her ass before dipping it into her vagina to taste her sweet flavor. The taste unhinged me further and I gorged on her entrance.

"Mmmmm that's it put your hot little mouth on me..." I did, moving to flick her clitoris with my tongue, occasionally pausing to lick at her hole as more of her cum would secrete as Nina would urge me on with her moans. I reached for the control again beside me, turning on the vibrator again to make Zara feel a simlar pleasure. I heard a whimper from her chair once I pushed the button; her beautiful face creased in desperation. I increased the rhythm on Nina's clit, pushing her closer to an orgasm, her eyes closed as she held her legs back, all the while mumbling soft curses. I heard Zara gasp again and turned off the vibrator. I wanted to keep her close without satisfying her, to let her know who was in control.

Suddenly, Nina's cries began to intensify and I knew she was past the point of no return. I could afford to slow my strokes, leisurely dragging my tongue over her swollen button, knowing that it would still get her off. Finally she sucked in a last breath and pushed my head harder on her pussy. I hugged her waist to hold her still as my tongue took her through the orgasm.

"Ohmygodohmygod, fuuuuuck!" she screamed out and almost pushed me over as she arched her back up and threw her legs over my shoulders, squeezing my head with her thighs as she clawed at the bedding. I tried to keep my mouth on her for as long as possible through the convulsions but she eventually pushed my head away as her climax died, curling into a fetal position on the bed, her moans almost sounding like sobs as she caught her breath.

I looked at Zara, licking the taste of Nina off my lips. Her eyes were wide and pained; I felt I had finally torn down something that shielded her cool exterior. I crawled over to Nina's face, kissing her on the cheek to open her eyes.

"How was that?" She laughed lazily.

"Oh my God do you have to ask? I need a nap or something now...that took a lot out of me."

"Good, why don't you get dressed and leave us alone to chat...maybe we can do this again sometime if you have the energy."

"Mmmmmm...that sounds interesting." She gave me a soft kiss before rolling out of bed to put on her clothes. "I'll leave you two gals alone, thank you...for a very entertaining afternoon." I followed her out and she gave us both a bemused wave before leaving. I turned to Zara, my confidence sky high; I felt I could do anything. Still naked, I sauntered over to her.

"Did you enjoy yourself?"

"I think you know I did." I undid her pants, withdrawing the vibrator streaked with dampness.

"I could do this all day, bringing different women down and forcing you to watch us while I denied you an orgasm, but alas...I know you have work to do." I decided to dress in front of her before removing the handcuffs. "I feel so relaxed after that, I can't imagine how you must feel. Will you touch yourself when I leave?"




Memoirs from a Bordello Day 04



"Not if you don't want me to." She was glaring at me with her sexy eyes. For a brief moment I wanted to take her to the bed and undress her, to forego all this prolonged foreplay and just bring her to the climax she needed. I resisted the temptation and grabbed the keys from my purse, moving to unlock the handcuffs.

"No I don't want you to...I think I have much more to show you." She stretched her arms out once they were free.

"I think you do too." She stood up and stroked my cheek, planting a soft kiss on my lips. "The session is over."

***

I was a little giddy when I got back to my room. Deep down inside I hadn't been sure I could pull the whole thing off, but in the end I was able to fulfill both my goals of teasing Zara and having sex with Nina. It was my first real mutual session with a female partner and I was happy it was with Nina. She was immaculate and I was pretty proud of the fact she found me attractive too. The taste of her still lingered in my memory and I soon got lost in fantasies about our future encounters.

I knew I was behaving like a slut, sleeping with practically everybody at Avalon: first Kelly, then Zara and Nina, not to mention the nameless woman that had her way with me and my attempt to seduce Leah. I blushed as I thought of that encounter; I still felt very guilty about pressuring her. I tried to give myself a break. I had never been promiscuous through high school or college. I had worked hard and law school was demanding. I deserved to let myself go and explore my sexuality. Perhaps being with women made it different, it was a completely new realm for me and I was treating the experience like a new toy.

But more than that I felt there was something much deeper than just sex going on. There was a mental connection where we knew what each other wanted and had the courage to pursue our secret desires. By linking our minds to the physical we pushed our sexual intensity to levels I had never reached before. At the center of this was Zara, experienced from years of providing pleasure, she was the perfect guide to let all of us forget any lingering doubts or moral qualms. Every day I had been there I had gone deeper and been more daring and while it scared me a little, it also excited me. My senses were in overdrive and every touch, or look was magnified.

It was on that day that I began to take down my experiences. I had always been taught that a good lawyer needs to have an impeccable ability to record and I was always encouraged by professors to write more, regardless of content. I thought that this would be the perfect opportunity to start.

Once I started I found it hard to stop. It was far more enjoyable to capture the events of the previous few days than it was to take notes on a lecture on corporate law. I wrote for hours trying to capture as much as I could remember, struggling to keep my hands to myself as I recalled every sensation. I worked through the standard commotion outside as the house prepared for the night. I snacked between typing episodes on my laptop. When an interruption finally came it was late around ten o'clock.

I was genuinely puzzled as to who it might be at the door, Kelly had sadly texted me earlier that she was once again tied up that night. I opened the door to see Leah standing there in a pair of white shorts and a red top. It looked like she had been crying.

"Leah? You ok? What's wrong?"

"Can I come in? Sorry, it's ok if you're busy."

"No...no it's fine I wasn't doing anything important." I ushered her in and she sat down on the bed where I joined her. "What happened?"

"Ugh, I'm such an idiot, I went back to see my ex, turns out he's already with some other girl...she was there and I looked like such an asshole, it's only been like six weeks!" Her eyes were red and her voice croaky but it seemed like she was over the worst of it. She also seemed a little tipsy.

"Shit Leah, I'm sorry, really I don't know what to say. I know it must be tough now but you'll get over him I mean you're young and it doesn't sound like this guy was the greatest."

"Yeah I know...he's a total jerk...I just got really confused with what happened last night and I thought that if I spent some time with him...well, I don't know..."

"Listen I am so sorry about that, I was way out of line doing that, I'm not sure what came over me but I don't want you to have an identity crisis or anything, just because of that stupid thing in the shower, honestly, I can't tell you how guilty I feel about that."

"No it's ok...I was...just shocked...it was the first time that someone has been able to do that to me."

"What do you mean? Like have an orgasm?" She nodded her head slowly.

"But...what about any of your previous boyfriends?"

"No, it always pissed them off...I thought it was my fault."

"Ugh, men can be pretty clueless sometimes about turning a woman on, I have to admit. Did you ever let them do other things to you? Like did they go down on you?" She shook her head solemnly.

"I didn't want to...I just thought that would put more pressure on me."

"Well I know it's no consolation but a lot of women have the same problems."

"I didn't have any problems last night though..." She looked at me with big doe eyes and I felt my heart slip. I was determined not to go down this path again however.

"You should honestly forget that happened...I shouldn't..."

"What if I can't?" She cut me off, leaving me to protest more but I couldn't think of anything to say. We looked at each other for a few awkward seconds before she broke the silence, "Can I show you something?"

"Okay...like what?" Her eyes flashed with a hint of mischief.

"It'll be a surprise, come on let's go explore, we can grab a bottle of wine too...I get so bored with staying in my room."

"I don't know if I want to disturb anything that's going on downstairs."

"We won't I promise, come on please Kristy."

"Alright, I don't need to get changed or anything do I?" I was looking a little frumpy in a pair of jogging pants and an oversized tee.

"No of course not...nobody will see us." I was a little confused by her sudden enthusiasm but it seemed that whatever we were about to go see would cheer her up. I gave in and let her lead me out of my room to the kitchen, where she grabbed a bottle of wine from the rack that thankfully always seemed to get restocked. I was going to look for some glasses while she uncorked it but she stopped me by taking a swig and handing me the bottle. I laughed, feeling I was at a high school party, but still took a swig from it.

I followed Leah as she descended the staircase. We weren't tiptoeing, but neither were we trying to attract attention. There was conversation and laughter coming from the large room that entertained guests. Leah slipped behind the stairs past Zara's office to a small hallway that I had never been down. The place consistently amazed me by its size and the sneaking gave me a weird thrill I might get caught although I didn't feel like we were doing anything wrong.

We reached a door at the end of the hallway and Leah urged me to take another sip of wine. "Close your eyes."

"No way! Come on Leah, what are you going to show me?"

"Close them!" I gave in with an exasperated sigh. I felt her hand take mine as she led me through the door and a few steps into the room as she closed the door behind us. She turned me in a certain direction, "Ok, you can open them."

"What...wait where the hell are we?"

"It's a security room, Jaime told me about it." The light was turned off but the room was illuminated by three large monitors that were sectioned into black and white surveillance shots from around the compound, both interior and exterior. Some had no activity; others had very explicit activity happening on them.

"Why would they need this?" Leah shrugged but I already knew the answer. After thinking about it I was sure that most of these palatial estates had fairly comprehensive security systems to go along with private patrolmen. "Is it always empty?"

"I've never seen anyone. Jaime said that she's occasionally seen Zara come out of here and a maintenance guy from the security firm once too." I surveyed the screens taking in the individual vignettes that were being captured. None of the cameras were upstairs; they only covered the grounds, pool area and the downstairs rooms. In the largest entertainment area there were many women, some I recognized some I didn't. They were in various stages of socializing with each other, one couple looked like they were making out; others were just lounging on a couch talking with drinks in their hands.

Other cameras were filming the private rooms. I spotted Mika in one giving a woman an all body massage; her hands moving up her thighs to what I imagined would be a happy ending. I let out a gleeful chuckle as I saw Gabby clad in bustier and thigh high stiletto boots, pace in front of a naked woman kneeling in front of her with bound hands. My stomach tightened as I studied another scene, a blonde woman was straddling a black woman's lap, face to face, riding what I thought might be a strap on as another black girl stroked and kissed her back. As I stared harder I thought I recognized the one in the middle as being one of the pretty Russian girls I had met, her head thrown back as she bounced up and down.

I pulled my eyes away to see another woman, a dark haired beauty, sit on the edge of a bed while between her thighs was a head with blonde locks pleasuring her while a hand groped her full bosom. The tightness in my stomach was travelling down towards my crotch. I reached for the wine before asking Leah the obvious.

"How often do you come down here?"

"Um...when I get bored...it gets kinda lonely on the busy nights. You know you can zoom in on these? If...you know you wanted to..." I did, but I wasn't going to let her know what I wanted to watch immediately. I sat down in front of the screens.

"Can we find Kelly?" She nodded and sat down, perching herself between my legs, using a mouse to enlarge the shot of the entertainment room. It was easier to see now and Kelly was sitting on an older woman's lap, laughing flirtatiously in her Kelly way. I felt a small sadness, I hadn't talked to her in a couple days and I missed her.

"There's Jaime." Leah pointed to a woman on a bar stool in a very, very short skirt. I tried to see Zara or Nina but couldn't.

"Why don't you choose which one to watch...,"

"Ok..." Leah zoomed out to give the smaller screen view. I swallowed as my mouth had gone dry waiting to see what Leah wanted to watch.

"This one," Leah enlarged the scene with the Russian with two women. She had slowed her humping, her arms and legs wrapped around her lover's back. The woman at her back had reached to fondle the Russian's breasts. I lamented not having the sound to hear her cries.

"Do you know who they are?"

"That's Valerie," pointing at the Russian, "...the other two are a couple, that's Tela, I can't remember the other one's name but I think she's English. They come here quite a lot...always together...Jamie's been with them. I don't know what they do but I they must be rich." Tela was the one wearing the harness, I couldn't see her face but she had a curvaceous body, her boobs pressed against Valerie's with black curls draped down her back. Her partner had a slighter frame but I could make out her face, large upturned eyes under perfect eyebrows, and straight black hair. Although the picture quality was grainy, her skin tone was lighter than her girlfriends. A shudder ran through me as I saw the English girl reach down Valerie's stomach to rub her clit, my mind filling what I couldn't see, the dildo pumping into her vagina.

"Does...this not turn you on at all?" It was becoming increasingly more difficult to ignore Leah's proximity, her butt pressed between my thighs.

"Um...maybe a little." She sipped the wine again.

"Have you ever...you know...touched yourself down here?" She didn't respond so I continued, trying my best to not make her feel guilty. "Hey, I wouldn't blame you, I would do the same thing..." on the screen Valerie had repositioned herself on all fours while Tela entered her from behind, the dildo now visibly disappearing into her flesh. The other girl was sitting cross legged in front of Valerie's face, holding and kissing it tenderly, appearing to talk to her as she got penetrated. I could no longer hold back, "...I would even do it now..."

"Really?" Leah had flinched at my statement but kept her eyes on the screen. I had had enough of Leah's reticence. She might have been confused, but it was clear that she deeply desired other women and I wanted her to show it. In fact it excited me that I might witness it.

"Isn't that why you brought me down here? To turn me on?" She responded by taking another sip of the wine, looking for Dutch courage. I leaned closer to her so my mouth was closer to her ear. "Do you fantasize about this? About being Valerie and how it must feel?" She paused before nodding her head slowly. I took my cue to reach around and stroke her thighs. She drew a breath in sharply

"It's ok to want it Leah, I want it too." On the screen in front of us, the British girl had laid back to give Valerie access to her pussy which she was trying to go down on but the thrusts from behind were clearly making her breathless and she had to stop frequently for air, using her hand instead.

I found Leah's hand on her thigh and I threaded my fingers through hers, squeezing it before moving it to her crotch pressing our digits against her shorts. Leah was trembling but she also wasn't stopping me. I was still nervous I would push too far but Leah was giving signals that what had happened the day before in the shower was what she wanted. I kissed her shoulder, my breasts pressing against her back.

"Touch yourself," I ordered. Leah froze momentarily before slowly undoing the zipper on her shorts and slipping a hand beneath her panties, making a soft noise as she made contact. I stroked her arm, lightly feeling her hand to feel the movement of her fingers. We watched as the three women repositioned, Valerie clearly drained lay on her back as Tela was helped out of her harness by her girlfriend. Valerie reached out to pull Tela down and lie between her legs, The British girl crawling between Tela's legs to pleasure her pussy with her mouth.

I finally had a clearer view of Tela's pretty face, a beautiful smile that probably made her look sweet at times but here it simply spelled a mischievous sexuality. She leaned her head back to kiss Valerie as the Russian groped Tela's full breasts, large dark nipples protruding through her fingers. My heart was pounding and I had to remind myself to breathe. Leah's breaths were getting shorter as well as I felt her hand move faster.

"Slower..." I squeezed her hand to make sure she followed my command, "...tell me what you're thinking about."

"A-about...joining them," her voice was below a whisper. I kissed her on the neck to encourage her, noticing her large breasts rising and falling under her top. "...with you there."

"What would you want us to do to you?" She was leaning into me harder and her hand had grabbed my thigh.

"Take...take my clothes off and hold me down...then...everyone would take turns on me," My mind flipped and my pussy started to scream for attention with Leah's admission, the image filtering into my conscience. I turned her head towards mine looking at her, preparing to kiss when we heard a noise in the corridor outside. Both our bodies went stiff as we strained to hear.

We heard footsteps, then laughter of two women, then silence. Eventually the footsteps started again and petered out of earshot.

"Maybe we should go back to my room." Leah nodded. I was sad to leave the show in front of us but I didn't want us to be disturbed. I was incredibly aroused and was tantalizingly close to making love to Leah. We picked ourselves up and crept out and back to my room. As I was ascending the stairs I noticed in the corner of my eye Zara emerge from her office to catch us, but she gave me no more than her customary smile.

I led Leah into my room and closed the door behind me. She stood there still looking innocent although I knew there was a darker side to her and I wanted to see it.

"Take your clothes off." I was being firm but not unkind. She did as I said, removing her top and shorts before undoing her bra to release her large boobs, and then bending down to take her panties off. Her nipples were prominently erect, reaching out for my mouth.

"Keep touching yourself." She obeyed, keeping her eyes glued to mine. It was my turn to disrobe, peeling off my T-shirt and stepping out of my jogging pants, I hadn't been wearing underwear. I closed in on her. "Do you want me?" She nodded as she stared at my body, lightly panting from her hand on her crotch. "Then taste yourself." She stopped as my words ran through her head but ultimately she complied and brought her fingers up to her mouth to suck on them.

I pulled her by the other hand towards the bed and sat down on the edge, telling her to kneel in front of me. I ran my hands down my body over my breasts and down to my thighs, parting them to let her come between them. Plucking one of her hands I laid it on my breast to give her the green light to my body. Her hands began to explore my chest, her eyes following where they went. Her touch drove me wild, it was nervous and tentative, her fingers trembling with excitement, but she was taking her time, relishing feeling another woman's skin with a naked fascination.

Her fingers moved to my nipples to pinch them, glancing into my eyes to check my reaction. I gave her a soft moan, glaring lustfully back at her. I let her play with them for another minute before bending down to kiss her, her mouth responded to pecks before opening to let me connect with her tongue. Her breathing was heavy through her nostrils, hitting my cheek as her kissing became more eager. I reached down to touch her breasts as we made out, feeling her delicious nipples poke against my palms.

"Kiss my body." I pulled away to leave her head at breast height. She wasted no time in planting her mouth on my chest and cleavage before moving it to my boobs, holding them into her mouth, licking my nipples as I egged her further with whimpers. I let her indulge her curiosity, getting off on her intensifying passion for my breasts, sucking and teasing my hard nipples waiting for her to move downwards.

In the end I forced the issue, leaning back on the bed to pull away from her mouth, leaving my crotch beneath her chin. I reached down to rub my clit, inches from her face, my body exploding from the sensitivity. Leah looked nervously at my vagina, her last taboo to break.

"Lick me..." Leah glanced one more time at me and then stuck her tongue out to dip it between my labia and run it upwards to my clit, taking her tongue back into to taste me. She looked back up at me to see if she had done anything wrong. "Keep doing it." I removed my hand from my crotch to play with my nipple my body hungry for more.

Leah didn't hesitate this time, spreading her tongue flat to collect as much as my cum as possible from in between my lips, again moving upwards to swirl around my pulsing clitoris, a guttural groan coming from my throat as the sensitivity overwhelmed me. "Oh god...just like that." Encouraged by my reaction, her strokes became more vigorous, her mouth pushing harder on me as her tongue explored every fold. Her arms hooked around my thighs and I reached down to stoke her hair begging her not to stop through my strained cries.

Leah was pushing me toward an orgasm steadily. It could have been quicker but her licking was phrenetic and unplanned, every couple of laps on my clit was followed by a dive into my pussy, sometimes my outer lips and sometimes her tongue pushing inside me. Whether she knew it or not it was a prolonged tease, driving me to desperation. Eventually I couldn't bare it anymore and on her next pass on my clitoris I pressed the back of her head hard into me, squeezing her closer with my thighs. She got the idea and focused solely on my clit, speeding up her movement.




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"Oh god Leah...you have no idea how good that feels...you're going to make me cum..." It took another look at her big brown eyes looking up at me from between my legs, and I felt the final lick that sent the climax penetrating through me. I grabbed the bed sheets and arched my back into her face, letting out an orgasmic groan through clenched teeth, Leah's tongue continuing through my climax with further laps until my hips bucked her off to protect my quivering vagina.

I immediately sat upright to give Leah a deep kiss, savoring the taste and scent of myself on her mouth. I pulled her up so she straddled my lap, her breathless face now looking down on mine, her hands on my shoulders for balance.

"Did you enjoy that?" She still seemed a little concerned that she had done something wrong.

"Mmm...It was incredible...it's actually the first time a girl has made me climax just using her mouth. How did you like doing it?"

"I...I liked it...you looked so beautiful."

"Did it turn you on?" Instead of waiting for an answer my hand instinctively went between her legs to feel her moistness. Leah's fingers tightened on my shoulder and her eyes closed as I brushed the hood of her clit, visible now that her legs were open around mine. She finally gave me the signal I had wanted as one of her hands cupped a boob and held it towards my mouth. It was the only invitation I needed.

I couldn't hold back my lust as my lips and tongue attacked her breast, licking the broad base of dimpled flesh around her tip before squeezing and sucking hungrily on her entire boob. My teeth came down on her, softly biting, getting the loudest moan of the night from Leah as her hands came round to pull my face tighter against her bosom. I continued to suckle her, my hand once again returning to rub her pussy to slick my fingers and then reaching to find her mouth, inserting them deep as I felt her tongue move around them.

The sight of her give in to carnal pleasure was intoxicating. Her head was thrown back, my fingers being licked while I nursed on her tits: it all made me soon forget my recent climax and my crotch was stirring again. I pulled her head down to mine for a deep kiss, her tongue feverishly exploring my mouth as tiny whimpers came from her throat. I twisted around and pushed Leah onto the bed, crawling between her legs, knowing what she needed.

Leah squirmed when my tongue made contact with her pussy making it difficult to keep my mouth on her. I wrapped my arms around her thighs to hold her steadier but it didn't stop the trembling jerks that would run through her body with every lick of her clit. She was issuing squeaks of pleasure, her face looking down at me with contorted pleasure as my tongue continued its work. As she built towards an orgasm I allowed my hand to go between my legs and rub myself, pushing myself to one of my own, whimpering into Leah's pussy.

It took me little time to put me on the edge, keeping myself there with pressure on my clit but waiting for Leah to peak. Her panting reached a crescendo with her moans and two hands wrapped around my head, pulling me hard against her, almost suffocating me as my own hand kept myself on the verge. For a brief moment, she was silent and her body went rigid apart from the slight movement of her hips as they rocked to the motion of my tongue. I pushed myself over the edge too as we climaxed in tandem.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhh," Leah squealed as her body awoke into a furious shaking orgasm. Her hands tore at the covers while I groaned my own orgasm through the lips that were still locked onto Leah's quivering clitoris. I recovered quicker as my second was less intense than Leah's first, her body seemingly taking an age for the convulsions and panting to subside.

I moved up to her face, helping to clear the tussled hair from it. She looked like she was on the verge of tears which panicked me. I kissed her softly and asked if she was ok.

"I...just didn't know it was possible...I've never felt anything like that before. Does it mean I'm a lesbian?"

"I don't think it means anything, just that we're attracted to each other and we want to explore that. It doesn't need to go past this room." She seemed a little comforted and smiled.

"Sorry, I'm just being a big baby and stressing all the time."

"Hey don't worry about it, c'mon lets go to bed, you could use some sleep." We got under the covers and I flipped the switch. Instinctively I spooned her, draping an arm over her side as and moving closer to her to let my breasts graze her back.

"Mmmm, tonight was so amazing," Leah said sleepily.

"What did you like most?" I was physically sexed out but it didn't stop the wicked gears from turning in my head. The day had been yet another exercise in broadening my sexual boundaries and I had no regrets.

"I liked it...when you ordered me..." her voice was barely audible and the booze was plunging her into sleep.

"When I told you what to do?"

"I'll do anything you tell me..." My brain suddenly lit up from its pre-slumber countdown. Anything. It stimulated intoxicating possibilities in my head. As I forced myself to relax my mind flitted between sexual scenes in black and white, adding and removing characters and clients from Avalon until my body succumbed to sleep.



Memoirs from a Bordello Day 05



My sincere apologies for the long delay in continuing this work. A busy summer and a case of writer's block stalled me but with the help of others I have been able to start back up again. The next two parts that will close this cycle will be published with little delay. Thanks for your patience.

Recap: The other parts can be found under my account page and I strongly urge the reader to revisit them as it has been so long and this chapter does revisit some key happenings from previous chapters. Nevertheless, the narrator Kristy has joined a bordello that caters to wealthy female clients in Los Angeles. Her experimentation with women has been guided by the madam who demands she take on various demeanors in her seductive training sessions. She has had erotic encounters with other members of the bordello, including Kelly who she has become firm friends with, Nina a bedroom-eyed goddess who is the focus of everyone's lust, and Leah an inexperienced boarder who has mixed feelings about her lesbian desires and is also the target of her friend, the fiery and aloof Jaime. 



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Leah wasn't there when I woke up in the morning which sent me into a mild panic. She had been a little drunk and I hoped that the memory of last night hadn't messed with her head too much. I pushed it out of my mind and went through my morning routine of a quick session on the treadmill and a shower. The place was deathly quiet but once I had had a snack the house was beginning to stir.

Kelly emerged from her room to cut me off as I was making my way back from the kitchen.

"We're going to log in some poolside time today, I've been hearing some pretty filthy rumors about you missy and need to get the juicy details." She was pointing a finger at me in a mock chastisement.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." I tried to be stone faced but a smile crept over me and she laughed.

"Yeah right, try that one again with a straight face. C'mon, get ready and let's head down."

I threw on a bikini and grabbed a towel before going with Kelly to the pool. We took a couple of lounge chairs and caught up on what she had done the last couple of days.

"Everybody wants a piece of this ass Kristy, what can I say, I'm in high demand. I'm thinking about taking the night off though, there's only so much flirting I can do. We should hang out; play a board game or something."

"A board game?" I laughed.

"Hey screw you! I happen to like board games, you know like Monopoly or even Yahtzee."

"Alright alright, we can play board games." Nina passed us on her way to a chair.

"Good morning Kelly...Kristy," she afforded me a smile as she peered at me over her sunglasses before moving on. Kelly noticed.

"You didn't! Did you?" Kelly hissed at me under her breath.

"Uh..." She cut me off before I could make up a reply.

"Ugh you bitch! I've been trying to get with her for weeks." She was mad but in a friendly jealous sort of way.

"When and where?" I gave in and told her what happened the previous day with Zara and Nina as Kelly listened with open mouthed amazement.

"Holy shit Kristy! You are such a hornball." She shrieked in laughter and applauded, almost falling off her chair.

"Shut up! I'm just trying to...fit in?" I found myself laughing at myself too. "Oh boy, I just don't know Kelly, I was never like this before, it's just all so exotic, beautiful women...it seems like every day there's something new and sexy that I find out about this place." Almost on cue Valerie, the Russian that I had spied on the previous night, walked past with her angular Slavic features. It prompted a question I had for Kelly.

"Have you ever had a client called Tela?"

"Uh huh, yeah she comes with her girlfriend Maya quite a bit...they're...a lot of fun." She was clearly remembering an enjoyable experience. "So who's next on your hit list? I hope you're saving a little bit of energy for me?" She cocked an eyebrow suggestively.

"Maybe...maybe not, I thought you were more concerned with board games."

"Ok I get it, I'm a nerd." We continued to chat idly about stuff and I did a few laps in the pool to escape the intensifying heat. My phone buzzed with a text from Zara to once again meet her in her office. I was sad to leave Kelly as we were having fun and I could honestly be myself around her. The prospect of going to see Zara again however still gave me butterflies and I had to excuse myself to get into character for what I had planned.

I went upstairs to shower off the chlorophyll and put on a rather short pleated tartan skirt and a white collared button down shirt. I was really pushing the Catholic school girl look but I looked sexy which was what mattered. Once I was ready I gathered myself for a few minutes to rehearse what I had planned. There were no props necessary this time; everything would be available in Zara's office. 

Once I got to the door, I took one last breath and then knocked. 

No response. I waited a few more seconds before knocking again.

I heard nothing from within so I checked Zara's text again and it was clear I hadn't mistaken the time. After a minute of hanging around the hallway I decided to let myself in. The office was empty. Confusingly, there was no sign of Zara at all even as I moved towards her desk. I was about to take a seat to wait when I heard the door slam behind me.

"You're a real fucking bitch Kristy!" I span round to see Jamie bearing down on me with a look of spite on her face.

"Jamie? What the fuck? What are you doing here?"

"I've come to call you out on being such a whore! Where do you get off putting your slutty little paws on Leah?" In an instant she had come to stand face to face with me and was prodding my chest with an accusatory finger.

"That's none of your fucking business Jamie, you don't own her and you certainly don't fucking own me so get out of my face." I pushed her hand away from my chest but it sprung back.

"No I'm not going to get out your face. You marched in here five days ago strutting around like queen shit, fucking everybody you can get your hands on without thinking about anybody's feelings." That stung.

"Would you please just fuck off and leave me alone!" I pushed her back but it was only enough to get her to take a half step back, she had a couple of inches on me and she was toned. I was suddenly concerned that I was going to get into a real fight, something I had no experience in. My heart began to race as adrenalin flowed to my brain. Jaime stepped into me and this time grabbed my wrists tightly so I couldn't use them.

"No! I will not leave you alone until you admit to behaving like a spoiled little slut!" She had moved me back to where the desk was pushing against my thighs. I struggled to free myself but she was stronger, she had me cornered.

"Leave me alone!" I shouted at her. Her green eyes were crazed with hate, and somewhere in the moment a weird thought about how pretty her red hair was flashed through the panic in my head. She moved her head in to me and to my disgust tried to kiss me. I jerked my head back out of her range.

"What the fuck do you think you are doing?!"

"That's what you want, you dirty little slut!" she rasped. It was at that point my blood froze and my heart dropped to my feet. I stared at her shocked. A flood of sensation and memory poured into my body: the blindfold, the bindings, licking my panties and begging a nameless woman to straddle my mouth so I could make her cum. I had recognized the voice, it had been Jamie.

She must have seen the realization in my face as she chuckled wickedly. Moving closer to my face again, my hands pinned to the desk.

"That's what you like to be called right? A dirty little slut?" She tried to kiss me again but this time I only half denied her, too floored by the epiphany that I had already slept with her. I kept my mouth closed instead of jerking away. There was something strange happening to my body. The combination of adrenalin and the memory of my erotic encounter with her had ignited my body and mind; making my senses amplified. I suddenly became aware of her body near to mine, her breasts and her smell. I opened my mouth to let her persistent tongue in, thrusting into me with aggression. I returned the kiss, letting my tongue battle with hers. I felt her release one of my wrists so her hand could grab the back of my head but for some reason I kept mine where it was, not using it to struggle.

"I want to lick your hot tits again." Jamie ripped open my blouse and buttons flew to the floor and then she pushed my bra straps over my shoulders so she could pull down the cups, popping my boobs out without taking my bra off. She put her mouth over one of my nipples and sucked hard, making me gasp at her savagery. The intensity of the suction radiated through my body, shooting to between my legs where I felt moisture begin to rapidly ooze out of me. Whatever reluctance I had seconds earlier had evaporated and was now replaced by pure animal sexuality. I let a long desperate groan out.

"Tell me what I want to hear," her face had come back to mine, her hands now tweaking my nipples with rough pinches.

"I'm a dirty little slut." It came out in a hoarse whisper, I was having trouble breathing. Jaime reached down to put her hand under my skirt, pulling aside my panties to wipe two fingers between my wet labia. I whimpered as a knuckle grazed my clit, her hand coming up to stick her fingers in my eager mouth. My tongue licked any residue of my taste on them as I deep throated them, saliva running out of my mouth. I reached to paw at Jaime's breast through her top and Jamie batted my hand away shaking her head like I had done something wrong.

She grabbed my hips and twisted them around, pushing my back so I bent over the desk. I felt her hike my skirt up over my waist and in my desperation I reached back to yank my panties down to bare everything for her. They had barely reached my knees when I felt her fingers push into me. I gasped at the pressure but my body responded with more lubrication and on the second thrust Jaime could reach deep inside me.

She wasted no time in picking up a quick rhythm, pumping her fingers into me with long strokes, my hips swaying onto them as I gripped the desk for balance. My body was pleased that I finally had something inside me but it wasn't going to be enough to quench my sexual energy. With one hand I reached over the edge of the desk to open a drawer to find the strap on Zara kept there. I grabbed it and flung it at Jaime.

"Fuck me," I growled at her through clenched teeth. She didn't break a stride, removing her fingers from inside me and stepping into the harness without even removing her jeans.

"Is this what you want?" I didn't respond, I only reached back to pull the dildo towards my pussy once she had fastened it around her waist. I saw her spit on her hand and wet the shaft, I was happy she didn't waste time on using a lubricant. I felt the tip push against my vagina, my inner lips spreading over its contour to let it fill me. I cried out at the pressure as Jaime continued to push, my insides resisting its girth.

She pulled it out of me, and I felt my vagina run, trying to moisten even more to take all the phallus. I held my breath for what was coming as Jamie pushed back inside me, this time with greater ease. I felt the head move over the sensitive ridge and penetrate deep within me. Jamie began to pump, in short strokes at first but as I got wetter she was able to take longer strokes each time pushing deeper, making me swear.

"You like getting fucked don't you?"

"Uh-huh...harder..." It was all I could manage between pants. My body was on fire and I wanted to cum quickly; I was almost afraid that the exquisite rush would die before I could climax. Jamie complied with my request, grabbing my hips to make them bounce on the dildo. I could hear myself urge her on between cries; my dangling breasts swayed from the movement. I felt like an animal.

Jamie was breathing hard as her strokes quickened and I began to feel sweat break my brow as I plunged towards my orgasm. Jamie could sense it and she grabbed my hair, pulling my head back in a mixture of pain in pleasure.

"Are you going to cum for me?" I could only respond with more intense moans as the dildo pumped inside of me. Jamie let go of my hair and I felt her hand run down my back and pressure being applied to my anus. It immediately sent me over the edge.

"Oh Christ!" I slammed my hand on the desk and let out a shriek as the orgasm powered through me, rippling outward from my crotch to my extremities, turning my body into jelly. Jaime didn't seem to care and continued to torture my sensitivity with long strokes, making me twitch and squirm on the desk. Eventually I couldn't take it any longer and I straightened to let the dildo pop out and immediately got down on my knees to go down on the strap on to taste myself.

Jaime was looking down at me licking her lips, still panting from the exercise. I was still turned on and wanted to replicate the passionate angry sex on her. I stood up to pull her face into mine for a hard deep kiss, gasping into each other's mouths for air. I unbuckled the harness to let it fall and pushed her against a closet door, peeling off her top to expose a bare torso. I grabbed a B cup breast to suckle on it, her pink nipple hardening, allowing me to pinch it with my teeth.

"Oh fuck!" Jaime cried out and then feverishly fumbled with the fly on her jeans. I scrunched them down to her knees which was enough for Jaime to push my head down to between her legs. She held me there tight against her crotch, only allowing me to reach my tongue out to rake against her moist clitoris, my nose pressed against a soft mound of auburn hair. Her taste jogged my memory to when she had ridden my mouth as I was bound and blindfolded.

She was practically suffocating me such was the vice like grip she had on my head but I didn't care, it just made me lick harder and quicker. I reached my hand up to glide a finger into her sopping entrance, making her moan, but not as intense as I wanted. I removed it and replaced it with two, pushing them deep into her, up to my knuckle, feeling the soft ridge within her cavity.

"Yes fuck me like that!" I started pumping my fingers into her, her nails digging into my scalp with every insertion, my tongue still working on her swollen clit. My hand was damp as her vagina flowed juices down my fingers, the intensity of her groans increasing. I looked up to see her beautiful red hair in her face, her head thrown back in a fit of ecstasy.

"Oh my fucking God!" Jaime screamed at the top of her voice. Her body buckled and I felt her pussy contract and release on my fingers as her body trembled through her orgasm, her brow creased like she was about to cry. I removed my fingers and she released her grip on my head, sinking down to the floor, our foreheads resting against each other as we caught our breath.

I slumped to sit beside her in awkward silence, just the sound of our breathing filling the room. We were a sweaty mess, Jamie's jeans still bunched around her knees, my breasts still bulging over my bra under a ripped blouse.

"What did Leah say?" It was all I could think of to break the silence.

"She didn't...Zara did." I was light headed and confused.

"Why?"

"You'll have to ask her that." She was being cool, but the initial anger she had confronted me with had gone.

"Listen Jaime, please don't tell Leah you know, I don't think she's ready for that yet." We looked at each other and for the first time Jaime gave me a human look: a wan smile.

"Yeah sure...look you seem like a sweet girl and you're a great lay, but as a word of warning, try not to get too emotionally involved here. We're all just hookers at the end of the day. I know you're new to the whole girl-girl thing, it's not the same you know...we're a little harder to read...this is from experience." I suddenly felt very bad. I had been so caught up in a whirlwind of new sexual longings that I had forgone consideration for other people's feelings. Jaime was clearly not a bad person, she was just guarded and she was victim of the simplest of things: a crush.

"I...I'm sorry."

"Don't be...just be careful." She gave me a kiss on the cheek and then stood up to put her clothes back on; flashing a small smile at me as she walked out of the room. I felt physically and emotionally drained, the entire encounter had been extremely intense, barely lasting 10 minutes in total.

I heard footsteps approaching the door and before I saw her I knew it was Zara. She walked over to me; I didn't want to look at her and kept my eyes on my hands. She surprised me though, and slumped to the ground beside me, placing a hand on my arm.

"How are you feeling?" I forced myself to look at her, wanting to hate her for that cold look of calculation but it wasn't there. There was a tender almost motherly look of concern.

"I dunno...sad, lonely...exhausted, angry...why did you tell Jaime?" She let out a long sigh.

"I want you to be prepared for the whole spectrum of emotions in this job Kristy. There are clients that you will like, that you will deeply enjoy your time with, maybe even some that you will love." She looked away sadly as if a distant memory passed before her eyes. "But there are others that you may not like for whatever reason, clients that may expect sex in a different manner or at a different intensity, I wanted to see if you could respond to that, did I go too far?"

"I don't know...I'm confused, you said you wanted me to be in control."

"I wanted you to think you were in control which makes the submission all the more intense. Did your body not respond to the aggression?" It had, once Jaime had flicked that switch in me, the urgency had been overpowering.

"Yeah, it was pretty hot I have to admit." I half laughed in defeat. "I guess I just feel a bit empty now, like after a one night stand or something." Zara patted my shoulder.

"They're all one night stands Kristy. Spend some time with Kelly tonight, you two seem to get along, she's the most genuine person here. I have something special planned for you tomorrow night, so get some rest."

"Oh god, that sounds foreboding. I'm not sure if I can take many more surprises." Zara laughed, it was the first time that I could remember and I was instantly struck once again by her beauty, her perfect teeth gleaming and her green eyes sparkling.

"No, I promise, this time I'll give you a little more heads up. C'mon." She pushed herself to a stand and grabbed my hands to help me up. She glanced at my ripped open blouse, "I can get someone to fix that if you want." I reached to pick up my bundled up panties.

"Nah, it's fine really." I was feeling a little sheepish and wanted to get away from her office.

"Tomorrow then," with that, I left.

*****

I was tired when I got back to my room and I let myself take a nap, waking up in that sluggish state that afternoon sleep gives you. I washed the cobwebs away with a shower and threw on some jogging pants before preparing myself a light snack in the kitchen. I saw some of the girls in the hallway getting ready but no sign of Leah or Jaime. Nina blew past me in a towel giving me a knowing grin. I started to wonder whether I was the focus of all gossip, my sexual encounters being relayed behind every whisper.

It was a lonely feeling and I was glad when Kelly showed up my door, her arms full of her planned entertainment smiling broadly.

"I got some chips, I got some dip, I got Yahtzee, I got Connect 4 but most importantly I got this." She held out a bag of weed and a pipe. I laughed, I hadn't smoked pot in a while but I wasn't going to say no.

We settled down on the bed and took a few hits on the pipe. Kelly pulled out my laptop and then showed me some funny videos which made us laugh a lot more than they should have courtesy of the marijuana. I was relaxed and enjoying myself. We started talking about things that had nothing to do with Avalon. Kelly talked about what she wanted to do after she had saved up enough money. She wanted to take a year off and travel around Australia and New Zealand.




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"You know like go diving in the Great Barrier Reef...apparently those jellyfish can fuck you up though." She was making me giggle with mostly everything she said. We eventually tried our hand at Connect 4 but quickly dropped the idea after realizing we were taking way too long with our turns. We were so high it was difficult to process the simple game so we moved on to Yahtzee.

I was surprised that I really got into the game and we agreed that the first person to get Yahtzee could demand a forfeit from the other. On our third game Kelly rolled five twos.

"Yahtzee bitches! Alright, what I want is for you to show me what's in that bag." I felt heat rise to my face as I realized the shopping bag from the sex store was still out in the open.

"Wait no!" Kelly started towards it and I tried to stop her but she was too quick, snatching it before I could get to it. I was embarrassed but still laughing. Kelly reached into the bag to pull out what I was dreading.

"Oh...my...God. Kristy what have we done to you?" She was staring in amazement at a flesh coloured phallus, it was detailed like a penis but at one end above the 'balls' was a four inch bulb that could be inserted into a vagina to be held there.

"It's called a realdoe...it was...an impulse buy?" I could feel myself going bright red but I was still high and grinning so much it hurt. It hadn't been an impulse buy; I had seen it in a video and researched it. It was supposed to provide both the wearer and the receiver pleasure without the aid of a harness. For some reason it turned me on immensely, it seemed more organic than a regular strap on. I had fantasized about using it on Zara but hadn't even had the chance to remove it from its packaging.

"You HAVE to try this on for me." I tried to protest but Kelly cut me off. "No ifs and buts, I need to see how this contraption works." She was already opening it and making for the door to wash it in the bathroom. I was nervous about what was coming. I had been enjoying myself but I wasn't exactly horny even though Kelly looked great. Still, the weed had made me light-headed and the prospect of using the dildo was starting to turn me on. She came back to my room holding the dildo in front of me.

"Ok I'll try it on but don't look."

"Deal, make sure you use a lot of lube though." She sat down on the bed facing away from me and I slipped off my jogging pants. I reached into the bag for the organic lube I also purchased and lathered the bulb with it, reaching down to lubricate my vagina with the excess liquid. Taking a deep breath I held the bulb against my vagina and started to press against it. It was the familiar feeling of resistance at first but with more effort it slipped between my inner labia. It was uncomfortable at first but as I pressed it further in, I felt it come to rest against my g-spot inside me. I looked down to see a fake penis sticking up between my thighs. I was able to let go of the base and the dildo remained in place. Giddy, I walked over to the mirror to look at myself, it was awkward at first and I had to use my vaginal muscles to hold it in but the movement felt good.

The sight of me with an erect penis made me laugh; it was ridiculous, hysterical and erotic at the same time. I heard Kelly shriek as she turned to look at me, she began to cackle and clap her hands, tears coming to her eyes. I couldn't help but to join in.

"Wait! You gotta put your pants back on and walk around like you're a pervy dude." I did what she asked, pulling my pants over the dildo, making them bulge with the plastic erection, strutting up to her and causing more hilarity.

"So how does it feel?" Kelly asked, trying to catch her breath.

"It's weird but it feels good, I mean the movement inside me feels good."

"Really?" She bit her lip and a mischievous grin spread across her. She sat on the edge of the bed and pulled me closer to her so the dildo was close to her face. Pulling my pants back down, she grabbed the shaft and slowly began to stroke it.

"So if I give you a hand job you can feel it?" I could. As she moved her hand up and down the bulb inside of me would rock against my cervix. Also the juncture at the base of the dildo was ribbed and it would graze my clitoris. The urge to giggle was disappearing quickly and being replaced by a serious arousal.

"Yeah I can...and I'm not going to lie, it looks pretty hot when you do that."

"Oh yeah? What if I were to do this as well?" Kelly opened her mouth to lick the tip of the dildo, keeping her eyes on me before inserting the head into her mouth as she began to suck on it. I felt my insides begin to run at the sight.

It is hard to explain how this was turning me on. I am a woman and very proud of it. I have never had an urge to be any other gender however, in this circumstance, an erotic surrounding, it drove me wild to play a man. To pretend like the penis was part of me, to receive oral sex from a pretty girl or to masturbate in a different way.

Kelly was holding the base of the shaft and slowly bobbing her head on the dildo, taking two inches of it into her mouth. My crotch was growing more sensitive with the movement and I let out a sigh, stroking Kelly's cheek.

"You know I haven't told you this but Zara said I could drop the whole 'no touching' thing...so I thought maybe we could have some fun?" She smiled at me hopefully, still stroking the base of the dildo sending a flutter through my stomach. I felt close with Kelly and the idea of sleeping with her was exciting, it could be organic, different from the staged sexual encounters I had had with Zara, different from the nervous exploratory night I had with Leah the night previous.

"Um...I think I could be persuaded, what exactly did you have in mind?" She kissed the top of my thigh still stroking the dildo.

"Have you used one of these during your little meetings with Zara?" She arched an eyebrow suggestively.

"No...I could use some practice." Kelly stood up and pulled my face down on hers to give me a soft kiss on the lips, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"How do you want to take me?" I kissed her again, letting my tongue briefly flicker between her lips.

"Hmmm, I'm not sure, I'm so new to this I don't know what will feel good." This time the kiss was longer, our lips locking tightly as our tongues explored the other. I was still high from the pot and the slow kiss let my body melt into her. I felt her hands reach up to grab the bottom of my t-shirt and I let go of her mouth to raise my arms, letting her pull it over my head leaving me standing naked

"God, your breasts are so beautiful...I'm so jealous." She let her hand trace down the curve of my boob, the nipple hardening before us. A shiver ran up my spine and I clenched my thighs, squeezing the bulb further inside of me. Kelly's mouth followed her gaze and bee lined for my nipple, her full lips closing around it as I felt her tongue swirl around the tip. I grabbed Kelly's shoulder for balance and then instinctively my other hand moved to grasp the dildo, sliding my hand up and down in a way for it to create friction on my clitoris. I let out a soft moan as Kelly continued to nurse on me, her eyes looking up at mine.

When her lips finally released my nipple, passion shot to my brain and I pressed my mouth hard onto her lips dipping my tongue deep into her mouth, my hands moving to grope her firm breasts through her T-shirt. My touch jolted Kelly into more action; she slipped out of her pyjamas and pulled off her top before continuing our kiss, my hands now able to explore her soft torso, tweaking her nipples.

Our lips separated for air, Kelly grinning ear to ear. Without a word she skipped over to the bag and removed some lube, opening it as she returned. She squeezed a glob of it onto her fingers and we both watched as she coated the phallus. The lube made it easier for Kelly to slide a hand up and down it, the bulb rocking inside, making my heart rate quicken.

Once Kelly seemed happy, she playfully kissed me and then crawled onto all fours on my bed, reaching behind to pull me to kneel behind her. I was nervous that I would do something wrong but her eagerness put me at ease. I reached down to stroke one of her beautiful cheeks. Instinctively I spanked her with my hand, eliciting a squeal.

"Again..." she demanded with a chuckle. I slapped her ass again and this time she groaned. I grabbed the flesh of each cheek and spread them apart, making her pussy lips spread apart and exposing her asshole. She kept her head craned to watch me. I let my hand slip between her lips to make sure she was wet enough, it was and I began to spread her juices over her mound, coating her labia and clitoris. She groaned again and that was the cue I needed to guide the dildo into her.

I pushed the end against her hole and her inner lips gave way easily, wrapping themselves over the head. Kelly sucked in air as I pushed forward, her legs spreading to take more of the penis. I was holding the base of it to keep it sturdy as Kelly began to push her ass onto it inch by inch. Once she got to a point, she moved away from it to slowly pump down on it again, fitting more inside. I was entranced by watching it disappear. On the next thrust we pushed together in tandem, burying it further than ever before. Kelly grunted through her teeth and her arms gave way, her face collapsing into the sheets as she wrapped her hands behind her head.

"Oh god!" I heard her muffled cry. I slowly begin to stroke the dildo in and out of her. The first three times I still had to keep my hand on the base but as Kelly's wetness moistened the shaft, it became easier and I grew confident enough to let go, clutching the bulb with my vaginal muscles, allowing my hands to grab her hips. Even though I had barely begun to move, I felt out of breath already and my knees felt shaky. I gripped her hips tighter.

The situation was incredibly exciting. I had a new method of penetrating a woman, giving her a different type of pleasure that I couldn't supply with my mouth or fingers. With each slow stroke Kelly's moans grew, as did my clitoral sensitivity as I managed to rub against the base of the dildo. Without thinking, I held the next stroke inside Kelly, leaning over her back, spreading her thighs wider so I could lie on top of her, her ass arched slightly upward so I could still buck my hips into her.

"How does it feel?" My mouth was now close to her ear, my breasts mashed against her back. Her only response was to claw at my cheek, bringing her mouth round to kiss my mouth eagerly between her heavy breathing.

"God you bitch! You're doing it slow on purpose aren't you?"

"Maybe..." I pushed my hips into her again, the dildo was at its limit and my strokes were only an inch in and an inch out Kelly let out another desperate groan, urging me to do it again. With every stroke I planted a kiss on her neck or shoulder. As the pace quickened Kelly began to squirm under me, reaching back with her hand to encourage my ass to thrust deeper into her. At one point she snapped and the slow humping wasn't enough for her. She moved from under me, letting the dildo slip out of her and flipped onto her back.

"I want to look at your face as you fuck me Kristy..." She spread her legs wide and put her hands behind her thighs to roll her ass toward the slick dildo. I was light headed with the view; her face was beseeching me to refill her pussy. Any control I had been maintaining left me and I plunged it back inside, my hands pinning her legs back further. She reached up to pull my mouth down on hers; we could barely kiss so ragged was our breathing. My hips started to thrust into her more forcefully this time, the position felt better for me and I managed to find a motion that got the most friction on my aching clitoris.

Our hands became frenzied as I picked up the rhythm, we took turns holding her legs back as we found something else on our bodies to grab. Her hand squeezed her breast, pinching a nipple between two fingers and then almost immediately decided to pull on mine roughly, kneading my swaying tits. In an urge to get deeper inside her, I rolled her legs back further, letting her calves hang over my shoulders, her crotch raised at almost a right angle to the bed. I was able to push even deeper this time and Kelly cried out.

"Oh fuck that feels so good, do me like that..." I took my orders and continued pumping inside of her, I was beginning to feel the rumblings of an orgasm emanating from my clit and the pressure of the bulb inside me but I had to keep the quick pace to push me over the edge. Kelly didn't seem to mind, one hand pulled at the sheets behind her head and the other was reaching down to rub her clit.

"Ohmygodohmygod, I'm so close! Please tell me you're about to cum!" Her words sent me over the edge.

"Oh fuck yes!" There was an eerie silence as we both held our breaths and I gathered all my strength to pump into her five more times before the air exploded out of our mouths, my balance left me and I collapsed onto Kelly, her arms pulling me close and her nails digging into my back as she rode the waves of the orgasm. I shook through my own climax, swearing into Kelly's chest as the intensity slowly faded and we were left in a tangled mess, perspiration of our bodies mixing together. It seemed to take hours before I could muster up the strength to speak.

"Well...that was different." Kelly burst into laughter, kissing me on the cheek.

"Yeah you could say that, Jesus Christ. Any time you want to get high and mess around with that real dope thing just let me know, kay?" I smiled and rolled off her, the dildo had popped out in the throes of my orgasm and I flung it on the floor, too spent to clean up. Kelly crawled under the covers, immediately into a fetal position. I got up to turn off the lights and then crawled in next to her. She reached back for my hand and pulled it over her, kissing it lightly.

"God, you really know how to turn me into a horny slut." I giggled and kissed her neck.

"Likewise...you know I'm really happy that you were...you know my first."

"Don't go trying to make a girl feel special, I know you, I'm certainly not going to be your last." I didn't respond because I knew it was true. Kelly made me happy and safe and I cared deeply for her but those weren't emotions that I particularly was looking for at that time. Excitement and anticipation was. Zara was still there to be taken and as exhaustion dragged me into sleep an image from the security room flashed before me before that was gone too.



Memoirs from a Bordello Day 06



This is part six of my story, the other chapters can be found under my profile page. Thanks again for your patience and encouragement.

EC

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"I'm going to let you have some fun tonight." It was an all to familiar tone from Zara, cool but teasing, letting me know that she was up to mischief. I was sitting in her office once again, she had texted me later than usual after I had spent the morning and afternoon without drama, hanging out with Kelly and trying my best to avoid everyone else.

"What type of fun?" I asked suspiciously.

"A night on the town. You've had a very... stressful week... " stressful wasn't the right word,"... and I'd like to treat you. I have a 24 hour limo that will be coming this evening to take you anywhere you want. I'll give you some petty cash and a credit card to use as you feel suitable." I wasn't buying this for a minute.

"What's the catch?" Her eyes sparkled and she smirked, looking down at her desk as she thought how best to phrase her next comment.

"No catch... but it would be a shame for a beautiful girl like you to come home alone." My mind was slowly putting it together.

"So... you want me to bring a girl back here to sleep with, like pick one up from a lesbian bar?" I was half smiling with curiosity; Zara was being ambiguous with her intentions. 

"I don't think that really presents you with much of a challenge do you?"

"You want me to take a straight girl back... " It was beginning to make me nervous.

"Like I said there's no catch but if the opportunity arose... feel free to use my bedroom as well, it's a little more spacious." Zara was definitely up to something, her eyes had a wicked sparkle to them.

"Is this part of every girl's initiation? I don't really see how seducing a straight girl would be necessary in working here." Zara chuckled.

"Ok fine, you got me. I may be a service provider but it doesn't mean I don't have fantasies of my own... let's just say I would find it very erotic to watch you... "

"You'd like to watch?" I was trying not to grin, but the idea was beginning to sound appealing now that I knew Zara's involvement.

"I would, don't worry, you won't have to explain my presence, I'll have something set up in my room so I can... monitor your activities."

"What makes you think I can pull this off?"

"I think you underestimate yourself, and besides this is LA, a city full of haves and have nots, a little VIP treatment goes a long way. I know I have confidence in you." She gave me a very Zara look, one that made me feel like I was sitting naked, the look that made my insides squirm.

"Two days ago you told me you had more to show me, I want you to fulfill that promise." I had done, I remembered how sexy I had felt, forcing Zara to watch me with Nina. The confrontation with Jaime had knocked my confidence and Zara was giving me a chance to regain it. I took a deep breath and bit my lip, getting from the chair to lean on Zara' desk in front of her, glaring at her.

"Fine, I'll give you your little show, but remember our agreement? You still don't get to bring yourself off like I know you'll want to." Zara smiled broadly.

"I wouldn't dream of it."

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When I got back to my room, I was fully excited by the idea. It was a chance to play somebody different, to step outside of myself for a night and be a seductress. I researched where to go, reading reviews on exclusive nightclubs on the Strip, finding the right balance between meat market and class. I was still nervous; I wasn't completely sure how I would be able to do it. It was one thing to seduce a lesbian in a house full of call girls, but leaving the safety of the bordello made me feel vulnerable to judgment and ridicule. Even Leah with her proclaimed heterosexuality had given off signals of curiosity.

I concocted a cover; I was a rich kid, my father would have to be a producer or studio executive, that usually got people's attention in LA. I would also have to look the part, picking a lace embroidered cocktail dress out. It was strapless with a sweetheart neckline and was very short, forcing me to pull it down every time I sat. 

For once I was getting ready with the rest of the girls; the hallway was busy with activity, people going to and from the bathroom in towels, hairspray and perfume drifting out from open doors. I saw Leah as I was coming back from the shower and she avoided my eyes, looking down at the floor. I thought about cornering her to talk but set it aside for a time when I wouldn't be rushed. 

"Wow, what's the special occasion sexy?" Kelly had poked her head through the doorway; I told her my mission. "Ugh, you lucky bitch! She totally has the hots for you, never heard of anyone else getting that treatment although she may take the flavor of the month out on a date." That made me blush a little.

"How do I look?"

"Gorgeous darling!" She used a really bad English accent. "If I were a straight girl and you came on to me... well let's just say I wouldn't need much convincing. You gonna dress up for me sometime?" I gave her a light kiss on the lips careful to not smudge my makeup.

"Of course, all you need to do is take me out with all that money you're hoarding." She pouted and I laughed. I made a mental check that I had everything I needed before heading downstairs. 

The driver got out to open the door for me, Zara had probably requested a woman, less questions asked and less tales told. Thankfully there was champagne on ice, I needed a little bit of Dutch courage for what was coming. The driver rolled down the divider and I told her where to go but for her to take the scenic route, I wanted to get a couple glasses in me before I hit the place.

It was surreal to be alone in a large limo, it put the entire previous six days in perspective. So much had changed. Less than a week earlier it would have been absurd to think that I would be the one in a limo that paraded its way down Sunset or Hollywood Boulevards. It was weirdly nostalgic, like when you're having such a fun time that you realize the moment will shortly become a memory and you already can feel yourself looking back from the future. 

I shook the thoughts off as my destination got closer, the champagne disappeared and I readied myself for the public. The limo helped me hop the line at the club. I would never have dared to go into a place like this by myself but this time I was getting VIP status, Zara had given me a hanful of bills to "make it happen" so I sucked myself up and acted the role I had set out to play: a rich kid with too much money to spend. I marched past the bouncers knowing all eyes were on me and they would continue to be for the rest of the night. 

The club was awful: loud and full of heaving bodies, dancing woefully to R and B. Several men tried to cut me off to buy a drink or to just simply cop a feel for a response. I ignored them and headed to the roped off VIP section for a relative amount of peace and a bottle of champagne. 

From my table, I was able to survey the entire dance floor, I was looking for a very particular type of person to target. I needed a party girl who loved attention and was on her way to a hangover. It didn't take long to find, not one, but two. 

They were dancing together, grinding themselves against each other for the benefit of the on-looking men. I had seen it a million times before, straight women behaving sexually on the dance floor together in order to garner some attention. For them it was working, several men tried to join them but they were rebuffed, clearly disinterested, or simply waiting for a better option. 

I had to admit it was a captivating show and they were pretty talented dancers. The dirty blonde was wearing a floral summer dress, her hair pulled back tight into a ponytail exposing sharp angular features punctuated by high cheekbones. I guessed that she had C cup breasts at this distance that her dress hugged. If she could have been described as normally beautiful, her friend was exotically gorgeous. She had straight jet black hair and almost seemed if she could have Asian genes in her with large dishbowl eyes that turned slightly upward. She would have looked innocent if it had not been for the cherry red lipstick that coated a sensuous mouth. Her frame was slightly more athletic with a smaller bust squeezed into a plain black cocktail dress. 

I watched them as they danced, the dark haired girl flinging her long hair to the beat, letting it stick to her face as she ran her hands down her body with closed eyes. They would move together, clearly experienced in choreography as they effortlessly knew each other's moves. They were by far the best thing on the dance floor and when the blonde led her friend off by the hand to the bathroom I made my move. 

"Ugh! If I have my ass grabbed by another guy I will seriously chop something off," I announced to the entire bathroom as I entered. The two girls were applying makeup and fanning themselves in front of the sinks. I got a response.

"Right? This place is crawling with douchebags," the blonde piped in.

"I really don't know how you guys put up with it on the dance floor," I moved beside them to apply some make up myself, "you know you are the spitting image of my best friend in high school, you're totally her doppelganger." I was addressing the blonde as she seemed more friendly, the dark haired girl was barely acknowledging me still.

"No way, I get that all the time for some reason, I always look like someone's friend. Anyway what better suggestion do you have to avoid the creeps?"

"VIP lounge upstairs, I tipped security to not get bothered."

"Oh sweet!" the blonde perked up and her friend started to pay attention. She was even better looking close up.

"You know, I'm actually by myself so if you guys want to come up you could help me with my champagne... " They looked at each other to make sure they were in agreement.

"Wow yeah, sounds like fun, I'm Amber." It was that simple to get the ball rolling. I was an unthreatening young woman after all and nothing about me screamed out predatory lesbian. I introduced myself and we made it back to my table.

The exotic girl's name was Tasha and although she was polite, she seemed more inclined to people watch while Amber did most of the talking. Tasha was going to be more of a challenge. Zara had only asked me to pick up one girl but I had become greedy once I laid eyes on them, I wanted them both so I made sure their glasses were never empty. 

They were professional dancers, mainly doing background work for music videos. They had both moved here together from Washington state to pursue their careers. I lied and said my father was a producer and that I hadn't figured out what to do yet. This piqued their interest; everybody in LA was looking to make connections to make it big and they were no exception. 

They were clearly straight and happily commented on the cute guys in the bar, something that I joined in with but also I drew their attention to women where I could to check their reactions. They agreed with me where girls had nice bodies or faces as well which inspired hope in me. 

By the second bottle of champagne we were relaxed and enjoying ourselves, giggling at practically everything. Amber called for a round of shots and we agreed, getting some tequila shooters in, the powerful booze burning my throat. 

"Oh shit! You know what we should have done is some body shots!" They both cheered at the suggestion.

"But wait, none of us are showing our belly buttons," Tasha pointed out the obvious.

"Don't worry we can improvise." I ordered another round with salt and limes. "Ok, let's see, me first, Amber you're my body, I'll need the help of your cleavage." She laughed and the obediently pushed her boobs together a bit. I placed the shot class between them and told her to hold that position, which was difficult as she couldn't stop laughing.

"Ok salt," I leaned into and licked a part of her neck which elicited a yuck and more laughs. I poured some salt on her wet neck. "Now for the lime," I put it rind first into Amber's mouth, making her clutch it with her teeth. "Ok, watch and learn ladies!" I licked amber's neck again to get the salt and then picked the shot up with my teeth tipping it back to let the tequila run down my throat, I put the shot down and then bit into the lime, our faces almost touching. Amber was laughing but we held a stare for the briefest of seconds that suggested she liked the attention. We all applauded when it was done.

"Tasha's turn!" Amber and I cried out in unison. Tasha repeated the process on me, licking my neck to lay the salt and using my cleavage as a shot holder. She smelled incredible as she came in close, her hair in her face and her ruby lips the only blemish on her marble skin.

Amber indicated it was now Tasha's turn to be the body but she protested. 

"I have no boobs!!" Amber insisted she tried though so she pushed them together with her hands, howling with giggles, until Amber managed to wedge the shot glass in but she could only hold it there for a few seconds before it fell to the floor, starting a new round of hysterics.

"It's so unfair! Why don't I have a great rack like you guys? Jesus I'm going to stink of tequila."

"Oh stop, you look phenomenal," I laid a friendly squeeze on her shoulder as I said it and she beamed. "Ok one more round and then let's go somewhere else, Amber never got her body shot." I was really starting to feel the booze but I was having fun, it had been a long time since I had gone out especially with no financial restrictions.

The next round came and I put the shot between my boobs. This time Amber didn't lick my neck though, she ran her tongue on the shelf of my breast. I gasped and then started laughing again. 

"Amber, you're such a pervert!" Tasha chastised her playfully. She placed the lime in my mouth doing the combo, this time there wasn't any laughter and I held her stare as she bit into the lime. She was getting bolder. People were starting to stare.

Tasha did a shot off of Amber next, opting for her neck. It was less explicit than ours. When it came time for mine, I used the divot where her neck meets your collarbone for the salt but I reversed the lime, putting the flesh first into her mouth. She looked at me in a bemused way. "Bite into it," I ordered. I took the salt and shot and then pulled the lime from her mouth to kiss her, tasting the lime juice in her mouth. She didn't stop me and even allowed a brief flicker of her tongue to touch mine. 

"What are you guys doing?" We broke to look at Tasha who was giving an 'Oh my God' look. Amber looked back at her to find words but she seemed a little flustered.

The lime slipped, sorry." I shrugged my shoulders apologetically, which seemed to satisfy Tasha. "Ok, let's move on, I have a limo with champagne outside, are you guys coming?" 

"A limo?! Fuck yeah!" I didn't need to invite twice. I paid the bill and texted the driver that we were coming out. I was being openly tactile with both of them by now, holding hands and finding any excuse to touch their legs or shoulders. We were pretty drunk and it seemed natural.

We made a pit stop at the bathroom before charging out, collapsing into the back seat of the limo with giddy excitement. I told the driver to take us on a cruise down the strip to eat up time; I was determined to not make it to another club. 

I popped the champagne and poured out three flutes while Tasha picked out a radio station. Amber discovered the sunroof. 

"Ohmygod! I've always wanted to do this." She hit the switch and it rolled back as Tasha and her stood up to watch Sunset Boulevard roll by. I joined them, it was tacky but we were drunk, whooping and waving to the lines at the mega clubs. Sorority girls with miniskirts and their fraternity boyfriends in sports caps followed our car with their replies. Amongst them were the tourists and the omnipresent homeless giving a stark reminder of the dual societies of Los Angeles. I have never been in love with LA; it's a city that feels like you're always on the outside looking in, but it was nice on this night to at least pretend this was how the other half lived.

It was crowded standing in the sunroof and I had to stand close behind Amber as Tasha danced and pointed at the sites. I inched further in, my arms to the sides of hers gripping the side of the sunroof for balance. My breasts pressed against her back and she seemed to notice them as her laughter subsided. She raised a hand to point at a bar she'd been to and then brought it down to rest nonchalantly on mine, butterflies erupting in my stomach. She pushed her back in to my curves, her body warm compared with the cold night air. 

"Brrr, temperature has dropped." I let my hand brush her bare arm as I bent down to sit back in the limo. She got the message and joined me on the couch while Tasha continued to look outside. She fell into me with a nervous laugh, looking down sheepishly at her champagne glass.

"It's so great that I met you guys, it would have been so boring by myself."

"I'm having so much fun, it's been awesome." She looked at me and I took my opportunity, tentatively kissing her on the mouth. When she didn't shirk away from it I kissed her again, both of us parting our mouths slightly as we explored how far we wanted to go. There was no one around to watch this time, it wasn't a tease, it was foreplay and when her tongue slipped into my mouth it started a chain reaction that finished with a stirring below.

"Are you a lesbian?" She asked, catching a breath.

"No I'm bi, have you never kissed a girl before?" I still wasn't sure but it sounded less threatening.

"Once, at spring break, she wasn't as pretty as you though."

"Don't worry, it's just a bit of fun." I smiled and kissed her again deeper our tongues interlocking and our lips meshing.

"Oh my god are you guys like dyking out here?" Tasha had peeked down below and was glaring at us.

"Chill out Tasha, it's no big deal, we're just making out." Amber was getting annoyed with her friends prudish reactions.

"Come on are you telling me that you've never made out with a girl?" I tried to change tactics with Tasha, to make her feel a bit of peer pressure.

"Ew no way! This girl is only into dudes." She plopped herself down beside us and I refilled our glasses.

"You'd probably like it, you're probably a massive lesbo just dying to get out." I was teasing her playfully.

"Nope." She wasn't budging.

"Prove it, kiss Kristy and tell me you don't enjoy it." Amber had laid down the dare. Tasha hesitated and then looked at me suspiciously.

"Fine, I'll do it, but only a kiss." Amber was sitting between us and I leaned half way towards Tasha, she leaned in and gave me the most casual peck on the lips ever. Amber and I both laughed.

"That doesn't count! That's like kissing your family, give her like... you know a French kiss."

"Fine, but this is super weird guys." I leaned in again smiling as seductively as I could. Our lips finally met over Amber's lap, giving her a few soft pecks before holding my lips on hers. She was a little reluctant, happy to just use her lips but slowly she opened her mouth to allow my tongue to dip in with a slow meeting with hers. She stopped all too soon for me, looking at my face with bedroom eyes and parted red lips. She had enjoyed it.

"See! Now tell me that wasn't good?" Amber interrogated her friend. 

"It was... ok but that doesn't make me a lesbian." Tasha was blushing.

"We know, it's just some fun and it feels good." I was trying to make this as light hearted as possible even though the kissing was waking a dark passion in me. "Something that I haven't done that I always wanted to try was a three-way kiss."




Memoirs from a Bordello Day 06



"But we're like best friends!" Tasha protested but Amber grinned.

"But it's a three way kiss, you're technically not making out with Amber," we all giggled but nobody put up much of a fight. We all leaned in to match up or lips with each other, starting gently but eventually putting more pressure on the triangle as we allowed our tongues to make contact in the middle. It was sheer bliss, our lips never really sure of which way to go but always met with another tongue or mouth. I felt my juices flow with this new stage of eroticism.

"Jesus... that was a turn on." Amber and Tasha were catching their breath, not knowing who to look at. Amber nodded her head in agreement and Tasha was motionless in a state of shock. "Maybe you guys should kiss now?"

"I... we shouldn't be doing this Amber."

"But I want to, don't worry we won't tell anyone." Amber had laid a hand on Tasha's lap to soothe her indecision. The gears visibly ground through Tasha's mind and she took a dive by slamming the rest of her champagne and muttered a 'Fuck it.'

Their lips met as I watched, I could see the nervousness from both sides, feeling out each other like any kiss but this was between old friends. As their inhibitions started to melt I could see a sexual hunger build in both of them, perhaps the feelings had been buried, neither of them aware they existed until the right moment came. Amber's hands moved to Tasha's face pulling it tighter as the kiss turned sloppy and then from Tasha's throat came the lightest of whimpers and I knew there was no turning back. 

Their kiss went longer than any drunken dare should have and I tried to sate my appetite for attention by stroking Amber's thighs. Finally it ended but I didn't give Tasha a chance for remorse, leaning forward for another kiss with her, foregoing any hesitation this time and immediately exploring her mouth with my tongue, my hand creeping into her silky hair to massage her head. Amber's hand responded to mine to touch my legs, her virgin touch flowing to my erogenous zones. 

I pulled away to catch my breath, biting my lip to indicate this entire thing was getting me hot. I stroked Tasha's trembling cheek. "I don't know about you guys but maybe we should go back to my house to relax." It was clear that relax was last thing I wanted. Amber grinned and then looked at Tasha, still panting, but looking a little scared. 

"I... I'm not sure Amber, maybe I should just go home." Amber leaned closer to her and I gave them space, it was a decision to be made between friends. I still made out the discussion.

"It's ok if you don't wanna come but I want to try it and I want you to be there Tasha. You don't have to do anything, I love you." It was a sweet moment between the heat we had developed. Sure, they weren't my type of friends I had in college but they were close and I didn't want to ruin that. Tasha took a deep breath.

"Ok, let's go but this goes nowhere." She shook a stern finger at Amber and I cheered. Amber poured more champagne out and I knocked on the divider to tell the driver to head for home.

"That three-way kiss was hot!" Tasha and I nodded in agreement in awkward silence before we both leaned into her to do the obvious.

*********

We were barely 10 minutes away from Avalon, which was spent making out with each other. I didn't mind with whom, they were attractive and the sight of them kissing together made me even hungrier. 

We got out of the limo and through the front foyer; Zara had given instructions to use her master bedroom upstairs and we made our way up, ignoring any glimpses of people we saw in the entertaining rooms. They were curious but I dragged them onward into the bedroom. 

Zara lived in a bit more luxury than the rest of us. There was a huge king size bed and a TV that looked just as big. There was liquor cabinet and a bathroom with walk-in shower and hot tub. There was even champagne on ice, she had thought of everything. I suddenly saw the laptop open, the screen facing the bed and room and I knew she would be watching, enjoying the show as much as I would be taking part in it. I let Tasha make drinks, while I cornered Amber against the closed door and kissed her passionately 

"You've been turning me on all night," I whispered between kisses. Blue eyes from under mascara pouted at me sexily and I went down on her neck, licking below her ear and jaw line as she pawed at my bosom. I felt Tasha behind me, she was staring at us open mouthed with a glass in her hand. I set it down and then moved behind Amber, arms round her waist and motioned Tasha to come closer. She stepped into us, still unsure how far she wanted to go, but she was comfortable making out with Amber now and they embraced. I stroked Ambers back, kissing her neck from behind, one of her hands falling to squeeze my thigh as another was in Tasha's hair.

They caught their breath again, foreheads touching as they glared at each other in lust. My hands reached around to squeeze Amber's tits through her dress and I caught Tasha's eyes drop. Taking my cue, I unzipped the dress from behind, letting it fall to her feet. She had needed no bra for the outfit and was now standing topless, with only pink lace panties on. Her breasts were full and tanned, with light-coloured nipples, her toned dancer's figure incredible to behold. 

I moved my hands up to cup them from behind and Amber leaned her head back onto my shoulder in a sigh of pleasure. I kept my eyes on Tasha's. 

"Do you like her body?" My hands were moving up and down Amber's torso, inviting Tasha to give in. "Do you want to touch her?" Her hand responded, curiously running up from Amber's stomach to cup one of her boobs, her eyes bulging. She checked Amber's reaction which came as she put her hand over Tasha's and squeezed her own breast, using Tasha's finger to pull at a nipple. Amber kissed Tasha again deeply asking for more.

"Suck on them Tasha." Wide eyed, Tasha slowly complied, putting two beautiful red lips on Amber's needy nipple. The result was immediate, Amber cried out and then searched for my mouth behind her, turning her head to meet my lips as my hand kneaded her other breast. It was too much for Amber to bear and she broke free from my arms, switching positions with me. I draped my arms over Tasha's shoulders and moved in for a kiss. I could still sense hesitance but it was evaporating and being replaced with carnal desire with every second my mouth was on hers.

Amber untied the back of my dress, pushing it down over my hips to my feet, exposing my body in nothing but a g-string. Amber's hands pulled my hips into her, my ass pressing into her crotch as she kissed my neck and shoulders, Tasha took a step back not sure what to do next, watching as Amber's hands wrapped around my stomach and moved up to fondle my breasts, her fingers on my nipples making me shiver. I held Tasha's gaze as my own hand moved down to my panties, allowing myself my own touch on my aching clitoris. I purred with pleasure. 

My stomach was tight with anticipation, I felt so sexy and confident having two girls under my thrall, being caressed by Amber's hands and Tasha's eyes. It was time for them to take the next leap. I dipped my fingers between my folds to cover them with my arousal, pulling Tasha in close to me I put them to lips coating them lightly to see her response. Almost imperceptibly she opened her mouth allowing me to push the tip of my finger in before my mouth pressed against hers, my tongue licking my taste off and burying it deep within her. She groaned at my hunger. 

Amber was still kissing my shoulder and I didn't forget about her. I reached behind to slip a hand down to her crotch between our bodies, feeling her dampness, rubbing my fingers from her vagina up to her clit making her whimper. I broke free from my kiss and swiveled to face Amber, raising my fingers to her face, our breasts touching. She didn't need any coaxing and her mouth grabbed for them, sucking hungrily, her tongue running between them with blue bedroom eyes glaring at me. I felt Tasha's body press closer, her lips planting wet kisses between my shoulder blades. I felt dizzy from the arousal, at the back of mind I could feel Zara's eyes on me, hoping that I'd given her more than she had expected; that her heart was racing and she was feeling the same urgency to climax as I did. 

I moved from between the two girls and repositioned myself behind Tasha to unzip her dress. They began kissing again as Amber's hands pushed the dress down to her ankles. I unhasped her bra letting it fall from her shoulders, Amber's hands exploring Tasha's ivory white torso, her supple breasts punctuated with erect dark brown nipples. I kissed her on her shoulder and let my hand run down her spine, teasing the small of her back. I let it drift further down over her ass and reached in between her thighs, pressing against her mound and feeling her moistness that had soaked through her lace underwear. Her body had ignored the protests in her head and succumbed to the situation, she inched her legs apart, comfortable with my hand between them. 

I wanted Tasha to be first so I pushed her panties down over her hips and let them drop to her ankles. I took a hand and pulled her away from Amber's kiss. She was nervous but she let me guide her to the bed, Amber following trance like. I climbed onto it and sat with my back against the headboard pulling Tasha between my legs letting her lie against my chest, her body in my arms. I smiled at Amber over Tasha's shoulder, no words were necessary.

Amber crawled over to us, kissing me briefly before planting a deeper one on her friend's mouth, her mouth purposefully moving down to her neck and then chest, careful to not miss a single area. She lingered on her nipples, sucking on the rigid points, rolling her tongue on them, making Tasha pine. Tasha's hands had gripped her legs and she would squeeze when Amber would find a sensitive area, her inner thighs, her navel. When Amber finally dragged her tongue upwards over her clitoris, Tasha moaned and trembled, her nails biting into my thighs deliciously. My head was humming and my crotch burned with the spectacle, I was almost jealous of Tasha but I knew my time would come. 

Amber held her gaze on both of us as she continued to steadily lick Tasha out. My hand began to stroke her torso, squeezing her firm breasts as her panting increased. As the pleasure became more intense for her, she turned her face to mine pulling my head onto her mouth as she tried to kiss me through gasps. She couldn't for long as Amber's mouth was now locked onto her clitoris applying more pressure. Tasha began to whisper urgent pleas through clenched teeth, beseeching Amber not to stop. 

Cradling her in my arms I could feel every tremor ripple through her body as her climax approached. She put her hand into Ambers hair and pushed it harder onto her as her hips began to grind. Her moans finally reached their height, her face tightened and in that moment of ecstasy she fell silent, reaching behind her to grip my shoulder before her body exploded in release, screaming out as she thrashed in my arms. I stroked her tenderly through it, Amber still planting kisses on Tasha's thighs as the orgasm died and she opened her eyes. 

Her reaction was immediate, she broke free and kissed Amber sloppily. Her hands were frenzied, not knowing where she wanted to touch until she found Amber's underwear still on which she tugged off. Tasha then pushed Amber back towards me, making her lie in the same position between my legs. I was taken aback by Tasha's sudden passion, she spread Amber's legs and went straight for her pussy. Amber cried out leaning her head back onto my shoulder. I began to knead her tits but she stopped me.

"I want to feel you on my mouth," she hissed. I didn't need to be told twice, I moved from behind Amber, peeled off my panties and straddled her face, still facing Tasha as she continued her furious assault on Amber's clit. I began to lower my aching pussy onto Amber's mouth slowly, but she didn't want to wait and grabbed my thighs, pulling me down hard. Her tongue seemed to replicate Tasha's lust and I groaned with satisfaction. The sensation that ran through me was affecting my balance and I clasped Amber's breast to steady myself.

Her face was pressed hard against my crotch, her tongue writhing below me, the climax would come quicker than I expected. I gazed at the laptop and let my hand squeeze my breast, I wanted Zara to know I was still thinking of her as my orgasm approached. I glanced down at Tasha to see her slip a finger inside her friend and I felt Amber groan under me. I fell forward onto all fours, reaching the point of no return I ground my crotch against Amber's tongue faster as I watched Tasha closely.

As I hit my peak I gripped Ambers thigh, almost signaling her to follow, feeling her scream into me as I did the same out loud, my hips and body shaking on her face. Her frame exploded under me, her thighs clasping Tasha's head tightly and her back arched upward making me topple off her.

As my orgasm subsided I turned to look at Amber, still whimpering from sensitivity, her face glistening with my cum. Tasha crawled on top of her and we both started to kiss her softly. Eventually I backed away to watch them, appreciating the beauty and tenderness between two friends. Their passion had been spent but an intimacy remained in their eyes as they exchanged pecks slowly. It was the last image before my eyes closed for the night.



Memoirs from a Bordello



I told her about my financial situation and the experience with the escort agency. This was different and I was willing to try it out, my priority was my safety and the restriction on males coming here made it in my mind less risky. With her next question she dropped the business speak altogether and our conversation took a more serious turn.

"Are you attracted to women Kristy?" She peered at me over her glasses, she was so perfectly manicured from her make-up to her nails . I was beginning to feel hot and nervous.

"Yes, I mean I've never had sex with a girl but it's been at the back of my mind I guess. I find some women to be incredibly attractive."

"It's important that our models have genuine attraction to women, we aren't a gay for pay club...What type of women are you attracted to?" I didn't know what to say. Her? The women in the porn videos? The pretty blonde who cried out when she had a strap on inserted into her? That image made my pulse pick up, and I didn't know where this was going.

"I suppose I like all types. I like sensual women who like to be touched like I do, the ones who know how to seduce you and feed off that arousal." I shifted in my seat and Zara continued to look me in the eye.

"Nice answer, my only concern, however, is your lack of experience. Our clients pay for experience, but this in part is why we have a trial week period and I'm willing to give you a chance to prove yourself to be suitable for the job. Would you like to continue Kristy?" I was nervous, but it was a good nervous that bordered on a thrill of not knowing what to expect.

"Yes, I will."

"Good. Now if we are to continue I will need you to take off your clothes." The first shock of the day.

"H-Here?" She smiled again, a softer side of her and laughed.

"Kristy, there may be a time when you will need to act the sexy innocent girl, but you will find that nudity is common here and you will need to get used to it."

I didn't know what else to say or why she wanted me to disrobe here. I was embarrassed, but deep down inside a craving reappeared, was she going have sex with me? I rose and stood in front of her desk, removing my heels then skirt. Her eyes locked on mine; I didn't know where to look, she was so confident. I unbuttoned my shirt and then took off my bra. I stopped at my panties to see if it was necessary and she nodded for me to continue. There I stood naked in front of her, her deep green eyes taking me in. She stood and walked around the desk to me, coming face to face with me, I could smell her perfume. I was expecting her to kiss me as she reached up to put a hand on my cheek.

"You're a very beautiful girl Kristy," she said softly. Her hand slowly slid down my body. Cupping one breast, with her thumb gliding over my nipple making it stiffen almost immediately. I gasped a quick intake of air and the floodgates below opened. My legs were a little shaky and I was having a tough time standing, She cupped the other breast with the same result, moving her hand down to my stomach and then dragging to my back as she walked around me, inspecting my nakedness.

"Gorgeous skin..." she murmured. Her hand stroked my shoulders and fell down to my ass, running over a cheek. And then behind me I felt her fingers trailing down through my crack ever so slowly. My body shivered as the tips of her fingers casually stroked over my anus. Blood ran to my face. No one had ever touched me there, only in my most private moments had I ever stimulated that area. I didn't want this to stop. She was going to touch my pussy, I knew it, but i was embarrassed she would find out that I was turned on.

She walked in front of me again, standing close; her mouth inches from mine. She reached down to cup my crotch the heel of her palm pressed against my clit, this time I whimpered. She was smiling and clearly enjoying how this was affecting me. Slowly, she ran two fingers gently from my vagina up to my swollen clitoris, where they stayed ever so slightly causing enough friction to get me off. I was breathing unevenly; I bit my lip and reached up to grab her arm to steady myself. She removed her fingers and brought them to her mouth to taste me. I was transfixed on her mouth as her lips closed around her fingers. I wanted that mouth on my body. Moving closer to me her breasts pushed against mine and she put her hand under my chin.

"Do you find me attractive Kristy?" she whispered. I nodded dumbly; pushing my hips against hers in the hope she would put her hand back down onto my clit. She didn't; instead moving it to my cheek again and using her thumb to brush my lips, I parted them to let her thumb into my mouth.

"Do you like it when I touch you?" She was toying with me. I moved my mouth to take more of her thumb in and licked it before nodding again.

"Do you want me to make you cum?" Her hand fell back down to my breast, gently using her wet thumb to circle my stiff nipple. I almost lost it.

"Y-yes, I do, please" I moved my mouth forward to kiss her but she denied me with her devilish fingers pushing against my lips.

"Not yet," She grinned and walked away to her side of the desk again, leaving me there naked, trembling with anticipation. "You're doing a great job so far, you can get dressed now, I think it's time for you to meet one of the other members of staff," her voice had turned from a sultry rasp back to her businesslike tone. It was like a slap in the face. I had been intoxicated with her proximity, her smell, the curves of her body pressed against mine, I wanted her heat back so much but I knew she was testing me so I didn't protest and silently dressed myself.

Zara opened a closet behind her desk and produced a large pillow placing it on her desk between me and her, before sitting down and sending a quick text. I was perplexed but didn't want to ask too many questions, I was enjoying the unexpected.

"How are you feeling?" she smiled sexily at me. I almost laughed, I was still wildly turned on and I'm sure it showed on my face, I was flustered. My body felt electric, every part of it longed for her touch again.

"I feel good thanks...I'm obviously a little nervous and I feel like..." a pause, I wanted to word it as suggestively as I could, "perhaps, that we have a nice rapport and that I would like to continue having that rapport with you...whenever you want." She chuckled; she knew what I was getting at. I didn't know when but I wanted her to finish what she had started. Not just with her fingers, but with her mouth; the surprise of when she ran her fingers down my ass came back to me and my stomach churned.

"We will have plenty of time to discuss the things you enjoy and continue with our rapport as you put it," a knock on the door. "Come in," the door opened and a girl in a bikini walked in, "Kelly, this is Kristy she'll be going through orientation this week." Kelly approached the desk, she was my age, maybe younger with brown hair that was sun-bleached; she was a few inches shorter than me. She looked so cute and looking back now I rarely remember a time when Kelly wasn't smiling. She had a beautiful mouth with a wide smile and full natural lips that she never closed. She had piercing blue eyes that stood out in contrast with her golden brown skin. Her tan was amazing; she looked like she had spent her entire life on the beach, no doubt with countless frat boys ogling her body. She was adorable and had a matching personality; one of those girls that finished a sentence with a giggle. Some people might consider her ditzy but she had a good heart, and I could never take my stare away from her blue eyes and her incredible lips.

"Hi Kristy!" she reached down to kiss me on the cheek, smiling.

"Hey, nice to meet you," I smiled back at her, it was infectious.

"Kelly, Kristy has never been with a woman before, and I would like you to help her get over this hurdle. Kristy, I would like you to bring Kelly to an orgasm...here," I thought she was joking but Zara's face conveyed no indication of it.

"Shut up, no way!" Kelly chuckled, I looked at the pillow on the desk and then back at Kelly beaming back at me, I had just met this girl and I was supposed to have sex with her? In front of Zara no less. I had just gotten comfortable with the idea of Zara touching me but this new development shook me.

"Really?" I was trying not to sound incredulous. This was becoming too much, but before I could protest anymore Kelly bent over the chair I was sitting in, hands on either arm rest and moved her mouth close to my ear.

"Don't be nervous, it'll be fun." She breathed and kissed my cheek, and then knelt on the chair, her legs on either side of mine, straddling me like a lap dancer, her face looking down on me. Her hand stroked my face. "Just relax...you're so pretty, I'm going to enjoy this," Her smile was fading and being replaced with a sexy pout. I was frozen with nerves, I had Kelly giving herself up to me, and beyond I could sense Zara judging me, I needed to impress her. Not just for the job, but because I wanted her to want me. I put my hands on Kelly's thighs, slowly moving them to her waist, and then she bent over and her soft lips were on mine, kissing me gently at first. She pulled back to smile and bite her lower lip, checking if I was ok.

Then she came in again, kissing me deeper and my eyes closed; our tongues connecting. We held this kiss for longer, her hands holding my face, her lips were moist and saliva began to cover my own, It was different than kissing a man, her face was soft on mine, her hair was fragrant and fell onto my shoulders. My control left me. One of my hands ran up her side. On my lap, ever so slightly I felt her hips move and her crotch grind.

I was enjoying this now, what Zara had started down below had re-awoken, Our kiss ended and she withdrew, putting a finger to my lips, dipping it into my mouth which I licked, she took my hand guided it to her firm breast, allowing me to squeeze it. It felt unusual exploring another woman's body. It was exciting and taboo.

"Do you like touching a woman's body?" almost reading my mind.

"Yes," I managed softly as she reached behind her to undo her bikini string, exposing her boobs, smaller than mine, still perfectly tan with pert nipples that stood out. I reached my hands up to fondle them and she gently pushed them away, shuffling closer and bringing them to my face as she leaned over me. I thought this might be what it feels like to get a lap dance. She pushed her breasts into my face, looking for my mouth, I complied, opening it to gently lick around her nipples, once, twice and then finally putting them in my mouth to suck on them.

"Mmmmmmm," she cooed and threw her head back in pleasure. Her response was what I wanted and gave me more confidence. Under my bra, my tits were screaming for the same attention that Kelly was getting.

"Mmm, that feels so good," she uttered from above, her grinding on my lap was more noticeable now, her breathing was hoarse. I released my mouth from her breast to do the same thing to her other one, replacing my mouth with my hand, tweaking her wet nipple while I teased the other with my tongue again before putting my whole mouth on her boob and suckling.

She held her breath, and I dared myself to be harder, increasing the suction and licking her nipple in my mouth. "Oh Jesus!" she gasped as she moved back breaking my hold on her. I wanted to be seductive so I licked my lips when we locked eyes again. Still straddling me, Kelly reached down to put her hand into her bikini bottoms; I was hypnotized and watched it all the way as it went down her front and beneath the cotton she began to rub herself, she closed her eyes and arched her back into it.

"You've made me so wet Kristy," she whispered, rubbing herself on my lap, shifting her hips with her fingers as her other hand moved up to squeeze her own breast. She looked phenomenal as she closed her eyes and moaned. After this quick show, she removed her hand and held it in front of my mouth, her first two fingers slick with her juice. I accepted the offer, licking the tips of her fingers, tasting another woman's cum for the first time. I can't describe to you the sensation it sent through me. It was the same familiar taste that came from my own, but it was a stronger aphrodisiac this time and I began to suck hungrily at her fingers.

"You like how I taste don't you?"

"Mmhmm" I replied, with her fingers still in my mouth. That was her cue. She got off of me, and pulled me into a standing position. I was amazingly still clothed through the whole thing, my body ached for attention but Kelly didn't seem to care, she backed up and sat down on the desk, the pillow making the desk comfortable. For the first time in a few minutes I noticed Zara again, she was intently staring at me, examining my every move with an impassive face. Kelly was leaning back on her elbows and Zara was behind Kelly, her beautiful face over her shoulder almost touching. Kelly spread her legs, her feet propped on the edge of the desk. She looked at me expectantly with her mouth slightly open.

My legs were weak and I almost wanted to kneel immediately, and take Kelly's sex into my mouth, just for some balance. I resisted and moved towards her, bending over her body. My mouth skimmed her neck and came up in front of her lips, kissing her lightly. She wanted more and her lips tried to follow mine as I retracted, not allowing her too much. I kissed her chest, small wet pecks moving down to her breasts, my mouth hovering over a nipple, letting her feel my hot breath. Her eyes were glued to mine, panting as she gave a begging look, urging me to kiss her body. I let my tongue touch the tip of her erect nipple eliciting a whimper. I moved downward, kissing her tight stomach, using my hands to stroke the outside of her thighs. I had reached the top of her bikini bottom and I knelt, ignoring what we both wanted and instead focusing on the inside of her thigh, dragging my lips and tongue from her knee towards her crotch

Once I got to the inside of her legs I could finally smell her sex, pungent and sweet. It drove me wild, my heart was doing back flips; I felt so dirty and horny. I wanted to put my hand up my skirt and pleasure myself but I had come too far to allow that, surely it would be my turn soon? I kissed her through her panties which just at the point of where her clit was. I heard a mumble that sounded like "please" coming from her. I repeated the process on her other leg, kissing my way up her thigh. Finally, I pulled her panties aside, pausing for just a second to meet her eyes again, Zara was now almost holding her up and Kelly had reached round to grab her sleeve for support.

Her pussy was dripping wet, the clitoris swollen. I put my tongue on it dragging it the full length against it achingly slow. "Oh my gooood!!" she yelled. I did it again, starting below her clit in a long lap. "Oh god that feels so good!" She tasted so rich; I could have done this forever, teasing her with slow licks. I paused, and did it once more for good measure, getting a loud groan. My nipples were bullet hard under my bra and I probably could have cum myself with a single stroke of a woman's tongue on my pussy.

I put my entire mouth on her clit now, hooking my arms around her thighs and her legs fell onto my shoulders; I could feel the heels of her feet digging into my back to pull me closer. I was using shorter strokes now, but more pressure, keeping the rhythm slow still, letting my tongue hit it on the way up and then on the way down imagining how much I would like it.

"Uhhhhh," her cries were getting louder with each stroke, she started to move her hips to increase my rhythm but I kept her in check, keeping an even pace so she couldn't have a quick fix. Her blue eyes looked down at me as I kept my mouth working on her pussy. Zara was watching me intently as well, with Kelly gripping her sleeve to keep her close. My head was spinning from arousal; I never thought my first lesbian experience would be like this, on a desk with another beautiful woman staring at me.

Kelly's other hand reached down to grab the back of my head and pull my face tighter into her crotch, my chin was pressed firmly into her hot vagina. "Oh my god, oh god, please let me cum!!" I had her close but not close enough to climax, I had been waiting for her to plead. I licked quicker and had her at an orgasm almost immediately. I reached up with a hand to squeeze one of her boob as she came.

"Fuck, oh fuck Kristy oh my god, uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," she shrieked and bucked under my mouth, clawing at Zara's sleeve, I tried to continue through her orgasm but it was impossible, she pushed me off and brought her thighs together, squirming on the desk as she let the convulsions run through her putting a hand there to protect her post-orgasmic sensitivity.

I stood up to smile at her, but she had her eyes closed with her face almost buried in Zara's sleeve, face bright red, trying to catch her breath. Zara was looking at me in approval I hoped, stroking Kelly as she recovered. Once she caught her breath, she stood up and pulled me into a deep kiss immediately; it was feverish gratitude, sticking her tongue deep into my mouth like she wanted to taste herself on me. She pulled out and kissed my chin, still wet from her vagina.

"That was fucking amazing" she panted as she began to kiss my neck, I wanted her lips all over me and thought it was finally going to happen. She was unbuttoning my blouse and I gently guided her head down towards a breast so my swollen nipples could be licked but Zara interrupted us

"You can go now Kelly, I have more things to take care of with Kristy." Kelly stopped immediately, pulling her mouth away from my chest and separating from me. She picked up her bikini and headed out of the office but saved a sexy smile for me on the way out.

"I'll see you soon Kristy," and with that she left, leaving me standing in front of Zara; face flushed, Kelly's taste in my mouth still, and an incredible desire to finger myself . I thought that might work and considered walking around the desk and spreading my legs to let her see up my skirt and how wet my panties were. Then pulling them aside and rubbing my clit for her to watch; my needs were spiraling out of control and I couldn't organize my head. My thoughts were getting perverse.

"Please sit Kristy," I did, the vision of me masturbating on her desk was replaced with me on all fours on her desk, her gorgeous face inches away from my ass, begging her to let me feel her tongue on me.

"Did you enjoy that?" Oh Jesus, did I ever? I tried to contain myself.

"Yeah I did very much," I half laughed.

"What specifically did you enjoy about it?" I wasn't sure where she was going with this.

"Um, well it was the first time obviously...and Kelly looked great, I loved bringing her to an orgasm like that, it felt good that I could do that. I enjoyed tormenting her and not letting her..."

"You enjoyed being in control?" I did, but I also longed for the other side. The vision of me on her desk again, crying out for her to lick me; hardly the behavior of someone who liked to be in control.

"I did...but I think that depends on the person. Kelly is young and sweet, so I felt like a peer to her. I think when I fantasized about my first time it would be with someone else in control, someone...older." I don't believe I said that. It was an invitation to her. She smiled, almost bashfully.

"If I asked you to do the same thing to me as you did to Kelly, would you?" Oh god yes! Zara had been so impassive; if she had been turned on it didn't show. I wanted to see her give in to lust, to see that cool exterior contort with pleasure. I flipped the fantasy in my head; she was on all fours on the desk, her skirt hiked up to show her ass, my tongue taking her from behind. What had happened to me?




Memoirs from a Bordello



"I would love to Zara," I purred, thinking this may be it.

"If I asked you to do that to any woman I wanted, would you?" I thought about it, and tried one last time, looking into her eyes, I reached to undo a button on my blouse, letting my bra show. I ran my hand over the top of my breast as seductively as possible, pushing my fingers into the cup of my bra to tease my nipple. I parted my lips and let out a soft moan in pleasure. Her eyes almost betrayed her watching my hand on my full breast.

"What will I get in return?" I asked. She stood up slowly and walked around the desk toward me, I had her; she must have wanted me. She leaned into me, still sitting, her smell returned. I wanted her to slide a hand up my skirt but she just planted a soft kiss on my lips.

"If you do it for me, I will give you everything your body desperately wants right now and so much more...will you Kristy?" Her face was still close to mine, her cleavage perfect in every way, begging me to unhasp her bra.

"Yes, I will Zara," I sighed, still one hand toying with my nipple thinking that it made her want me more.

"Good, but not yet," she took my hand away from my breast to pull me up. "It's time to show you around the place."

I felt rejected and foolish, I was trying my best to push her buttons, make her desire me and drop this game she was playing. I didn't know what I was doing wrong. I tried to push it out of my mind and think of how she promised to give me everything I lusted after. I had been there barely an hour but it had felt like a day. So many new sensations to savor, Zara's hand exploring my body, Kelly's lips on mine and my mouth pressed firmly on her sex as she came. I wanted more.

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The rest of the day was spent with a quick tour and then she let me get settled in. The downstairs of the house was mainly used to entertain guests: there was a large lounge with a bar, and a type of den with couches and a projector screen. Off of the larger rooms there were bedrooms, elegantly decorated, very minimalist and modern, where more exclusive entertainment took place. There was a lot of sunshine that poured in through the windows, the yard was well protected and had tall 15 foot walls to keep prying eyes out. There was a well stocked gym in an extension close to the pool, which had a sauna and showers. Of course, on one end of the pool, was a massive hot tub, which I could only imagine what type of thing it had been a setting for. Orgies? That seemed too porny. I had seen the videos where 8 or 9 women get together moaning and groaning in a chain but it always seemed so orchestrated, not natural at all, more the fantasy of a man who thought quantity was better than quality. This place seemed classier, women pairing up or maybe a threesome.

Threesome. Had I already been in a threesome? Zara had been there, watching me, but she had barely been involved, only to support Kelly. Her mouth had been so close to her ear, I wondered if she had whispered anything to her, asked her about how good I was. Kelly's thighs had firmly clamped around my head so I might not even have heard. I began to think about how I would have liked Zara to join in, Kelly's hand not gripping her sleeve, but clawing at her top, at her bra, trying to have something in her mouth while I pleasured her.

These types of thoughts were plaguing me as Zara gave me a tour, I couldn't focus. I would try to make small talk but I preferred when she was walking ahead of me, when I was free to admire her legs or her neck, any exposed skin seemed to beckon me.

The upstairs had simpler rooms, had a dormy feel to it. There was tons of space though, and there was an upstairs kitchen area where a few girls could hang out. Things seemed to be fairly quiet around the late afternoon, the girls tended to take a nap or rest up if they had an appointment in the evening according to Zara. Most of the work was done downstairs but Zara did say there were a few vetted exclusive clients that qualified for out calls, where the model would visit them but it was infrequent. Most clients apparently trusted the discretion of the club to keep everything behind closed doors.

I met a few of the other models while we were walking around. Mika, an exotic looking Asian girl was lounging by the pool. Jaime, hanging out in the kitchen, was a redhead with creamy white skin and a bitchy attitude, barely acknowledging me. Leah, also in the kitchen was an innocent petite brunette that was blessed with giant breasts for her frame.

They were all attractive in their own way, I tried not to look them up and down when I met them, but I would peek out at the corner of my eye and wonder if "orientation" would involve them in some way, just like Kelly had been unexpectedly summoned to Zara's office. If I stayed here would I one day turn into Kelly? Zara using my body as a challenge to an inexperienced girl, having her go down on me for the first time.

I was glad to get to my room and get settled. Zara left me with a squeeze of the arm and a smile, nothing more. We had exchanged numbers; her saying that it was easier to text each other in a house this big. She was going to get in touch tomorrow around the same time so I should just be prepared to come meet her, but for now get a good night's rest and relax. It was easier said than done.

My room was fine, nothing memorable. You could see part of the pool and the gym from the windows, but the hot tub was obscured, you could barely make a road out through the trees that lined the wall. I unpacked to keep myself busy, but my mind still drifted, was I a lesbian now? I was attracted to men, but very few. College had been a nightmare of drunken dates and boys assuming you will sleep with them. My taste in men was for the older more intelligent type. I had had a crush on a professor which went nowhere. I tried to imagine myself 20 years in the future, not married and it was possible. I was very driven in my career path and had worked hard and wasn't going to be hampered by the expectations of a man in my life. Could I picture myself in the future with a woman? Not yet no. I obviously had lust for them, but I couldn't see myself falling in love, but who knows?

On top of this there was a nagging voice that told me I was essentially a high class hooker. The same guilt I had while working for the escort agency. I pushed it out, it was safe and I wasn't the first girl in the world to exploit her body to get through college. I knew strippers sometimes provide extras to clients if they want and that seemed less classy than this.

Looking back now it was probably the dreamlike seclusion of the place that captured me. I was barely a 20 minute drive from my apartment and yet it could have been on the other side of the world. I felt I could do things and behave differently in that place and the moment I walked out the door normality would resume, and that everything that happened there would be erased.

It made me feel sexy and filled me with confidence. How many women had the guts to do this? To undress in front of a madam and have their body inspected, to have their first taste of lesbian sex on an office desk with another woman watching. I promised myself to stop judging myself and give in. Judging myself made me feel ashamed and stressed out. Giving in to the experience put my stomach in a knot and made me long for the next meeting with Zara and whatever she had in store for me.

Once unpacked, I was still restless as it was early evening. I had changed into jogging pants and a simple top and was lying on my bed with the day's events still running through my body. Since I got here I felt like I had just been in various forms of arousal, the desire that was born in Zara's office had never left. I could easily have gotten myself off with my hand, it would have taken no time at all, but I refused to, it was more fun to wait. I decided to play a game with the girls I met that day. Like or lust. It was silly but what the heck, I was bored.

Zara: lust obviously. There was something about her, she was glamorous looking but it was more her authority and impassiveness. She represented a challenge; I wanted to see the same lust for me as I had for her. I didn't want to go down the rabbit hole of thinking what I would like her to do to me on that office table, it was too much.

Kelly, hmmm like and lust probably. She was adorable and seemed really sweet. Perhaps there was no challenge, she was willing to do me after I brought her off, and I had wanted her badly. Her body and mouth were amazing but I doubted she had the sensual capability of Zara.

Mika, pass. I didn't get to know her and couldn't pick out her personality type. She was exotically beautiful of course and had a great body from what I saw, but I decide to shelve my opinion on her.

Jaime, neither. She seemed like a total bitch. Too bad, her skin was so milky and smooth, and she would have looked gorgeous if she wasn't wearing a constant scowl.

Leah, lust definitely. She looked so innocent, and she had this brown eyed Italian look. A heart shaped face with a small chin and pouty mouth. Her breasts were incredible; she must have been unable to walk down the street without every man making a comment. I wanted to see her naked, even doing a similar inspection like Zara did on me. I wondered if I could seduce her, to see if she could maintain that innocence until she broke down and gave into my advances. I was starting to get hot again, my laptop was just there, and I knew that a few clicks away a pretty blonde actress would be begging her lover to fuck her with a strap on.

I went to take a shower instead.

I was on my way back from the bathroom, when a hallway door opened and a hand pulled me into the room. I was face to face with Kelly again.

"Hey sexy!" She closed the door behind me and mischievously pushed me against it, "Remember me?" I giggled.

"Of course I do, what's up?" I was in my towel, knotted above my cleavage, its length came down to mid thigh. She was standing close, her hands propped on my stomach so I couldn't escape. She had jogging pants and a T-shirt on.

"How was your first day?" A wicked grin.

"Some parts were good, and some parts were..." I tried to be flirtatious, "very good." She got the idea, and moved in close reaching her neck up to kiss me softly.

"I've been thinking about you a lot," another wet kiss, "about what you did to me today" she was talking under her breath to me in between kisses an inch away from my mouth. "...and it's made me hot..." her hips pushed against my thigh. My hands had been keeping my towel up but her body was so close to mine it couldn't have dropped. I put a hand on her neck and one on her cheek.

"What should we do about that?" another kiss, longer with the first flash of my tongue going into her mouth.

"Well...I thought that I could..." a hand had moved up to trace along the top of my breasts, just above my towel, "...get you out of this towel and let me see what a sexy body you have." I kissed her deep again, and once again my pussy became moist. Her hand dropped to my thigh, and moved up my towel, parting my legs. She found what I wanted and I almost exploded, I stopped kissing her to breathe, steadying myself with a hand on the wall. I tossed my head back and pulled her face into my neck which she kissed while still circling my clit. It was incredible; I was so sensitive down there after being neglected today.

"You were desperate to cum today weren't you Kristy?"

"Oh god yes I was, I wanted you to..." I rasped, not knowing how to finish. Her fingers were cunningly slow, but the climax was building, it wouldn't take long.

"The only problem..." another kiss, this time pulling my face down on her so I could see her eyes, "is that I can't. ..," one last stroke of her fingers and then they left me. She grinned ear to ear.

"Wait, what?" She reached into her pocket and brought up her phone, holding it in front of me for me to see the screen. There was a text from Zara.

"Btw, keep your hands off Kristy until she is ready!!"

"Ugh! Godammit Kelly! That was so unfair!" I was half kidding half serious. I was almost normal after my shower and she had taken just a minute to get me up to the brink. She was smiling sheepishly.

"Sorry, but rules be rules...but" she moved in closer again, "I want you to know," her hand went up my towel again, dipping a tip of a finger into my wet hole and dragging it up and letting my clit graze along its length, I shuddered and bit my lip, "...that when this week is over..." her finger came up to her mouth and she sucked on it sexily, "mmmmmmmm, I'm going to finish what I started."

"Christ Kelly, you're such a tease," I pushed her back, mock angry, "this is unbearable."

"I know it sucks, but its kinda fun too, right?" She plopped herself on her bed and patted it beside her, "come sit, cool off, I promise I won't touch." I let out an exasperated sigh, and took the offer, sitting on her bed. "So was it true that you'd never been with a girl before?"

"Nothing more than kissing really."

"Ha! That's hot, I totally took your virginity today!"

"Hmm, not sure that counts, it was a little one sided."

"Nope, no way, I totally took your cherry," we both laughed, "so why did you end up here if you weren't into girls?" I told her I had probably always been bi-curious, then the whole law school thing and the crappy experience with the escort agency.

"I suppose the fact that this place is for women made it feel safer"

"Completely, this place rocks, never had a problem here." She went on to tell her story, a similar tale of college education, she had worked in a strip club up in Oregon and then didn't stop after graduating, moving to LA. She was sick of the creepy men and wanted to get out and one of her girlfriends at the club mentioned this place. She thought about doing porn, but couldn't bring herself to do it in case she got spotted back home. It was nice to have a normal conversation; it made me feel a bit more secure. It was weird how she could just turn on and off, one minute a bubbly girl and then the next the smile would disappear and her lips would pout and she would be a sex kitten again.

I asked about the clientele that came here and she responded that they were mainly older wealthy women, some of them married and curious with cheating husbands that want to have their own bit of fun,, some of them just outright lesbians that worked in Hollywood but wanted to keep that quiet.

"Are they attractive?"

"Some are, some aren't. You need a lot of money to come here so it's not like they're crack whores off Santa Monica Boulevard. They're kept together, but some of them may have had one too many trips under the scalpel, you know?"

"And what happens? I mean...what do you do with them?"

Kelly chuckled, "Sometimes it's pretty innocent, you relax with them, offer a massage and then they'll expect...you know...to finish them off. For a lot of them it may be their first experience and they've always had curiosities that need to be answered. Sometimes it gets a bit more kinky, you may be expected to do a little acting, but don't worry too much, Zara is pretty intuitive about that and wouldn't want anybody going out of their comfort zone. She knows girls, pros, that specialize in that type of thing, we may just be needed for a bit of decoration."

"Does...Zara ever do stuff with clients?" I could feel Zara's thumb brush my nipple again and my face gave it away.

"Really Kristy? A crush already," she teased and my face got hot. "She's hot right? I wouldn't be embarrassed; she has that effect on practically all women. She doesn't...that I know of, she's mainly behind the scenes making sure everybody is happy. That doesn't mean that she never spends time with any of us though," Kelly grinned and arched an eyebrow. I remembered Zara's promise to me earlier in the office when I wanted her.

"Does she sleep with all girls who come here?"

"No...I mean she wants to know that you have what it takes but I think she has a particular taste."

"Did she sleep with you?" I pushed further.

"Haha, well...let's just say she did do something, but I'm not telling," she was being coy, "but I'm sure she has something in store for you too." She lazily stroked my arm.

"Hey, no touching!" I playfully berated her.

"Sorry," shrugging apologetically, "I can't help it, you turn me on. Sue me." A plan hatched in my head. I was still flustered from her deliberate tease coming out of the shower and I wanted to get my own back. I was going to try and make it very difficult for her to keep her hands off me, but not tonight, I wanted more info.

"I'm still mad at you by the way. Tell me about the other girls here."

"They come and go so it's hard to keep track but there are a few more permanent models who shack up here for a while to save rent like me. Have you met Nina?" I shook my head. "Oh my god, she's so hot, like unbelievable," she grinned thinking about this woman.

"I met Jaime and Leah in the kitchen earlier."

"Jamie's a megabitch. I'm not sure what's going on with them. I like Leah but she doesn't say too much. Jamie's been around for ages but Leah only recently came; Jaime pounced on her." I felt sympathy for her; Leah seemed younger and could easily have been desperate for company to get over nerves.

"And Mika?"

"She's cool, total pro. Think she also does some porn, she comes and goes." She went on about a few others who were regulars or only did some nights a week, a couple of Russians, an Armenian but nobody she was overly enthused about, not like this Nina chick that she was so into.

"So are you working tonight?"

"Yep," checking her phone, "probably should get ready, I have a date with Debs," she wrinkled her nose. "She's fine really, she'll want a drink and a private dance, just like a dude. Another month or so and I'll be out, go to Europe or some place."

"Awesome, I'll let you get to it then, thanks for the chat."

"My pleasure sexy," she leaned over to plant a kiss on my lips, and I smiled at her; thinking how I might make the next week interesting for her.

I left her to get ready, out in the hallway, there was more activity coming from downstairs but I didn't want to investigate, I was still in my towel. I disappeared into my room and crawled into bed, opting to sleep naked rather than put anything on. I felt sexy under the soft sheets and allowed myself to stroke my body, feeling the curves of a woman's body. I didn't go near there, I resisted but it was relaxing to have my hand on my skin. I was tired even though it was still early, and I allowed myself to doze off fantasizing of another body in my bed, warm and soft, and how her skin would feel against mine.

****

I stirred, sometime after midnight. Rolling over I thought it was temporary and I could get back to sleep, shutting my eyes again. And then I heard splashing noises from outside. As my head cleared I could hear low inaudible talking, and then laughter I thought. I persisted, trying to slip back into sleep, but I could tell I was awake. More splashing. I got out of bed to investigate out the window, but I couldn't see anything. I cracked the window quietly. The sounds were clearer, inaudible still: a low sporadic conversation, interrupted by the gurgle of movement in water. Silence, for a few seconds, then a woman's laugh and more talking. Somebody having fun, I thought. I wished I could see, my head was still full of cobwebs but I felt a bit lonely waking up in the middle of the night and the noises were the only ones in an otherwise quiet house. I opened the window further and leaned on the sill, bored, not caring that my breasts were on show. The night air was nice, the best thing about LA really, the ocean cooling and getting rid of the smoggy haze of the hot day. Almost imperceptibly, there was a moan, my ears perked up, and I held my breath to hear; another moan, and then a chuckle. Another voice.