5 comments/ 30092 views/ 11 favorites Paying Her Way By: MaxwellSpanx Chapter one Deena's Story The thing about anal sex is cleaning up afterwards. No matter how long I soak in the bath, or stand in the shower shooting hot water up between my legs, the cum just keeps on seeping out. Even the day after, when sat in a lecture, I can feel that horrible leaking sensation. I mean, every time I stand up I have to check my dress for a wet patch. It's not just cum either, baby oil, bloody baby oil. It gets everywhere. My pink bedspread is all kinds of different shades. There are luby hand prinks all over my wall, door, floor tiles...everywhere. But do you want to know the most embarrassing thing of all is? Going for a poo. It's like a night at the bloody opera, all kinds of noises. Anyway, before I was an escort, I never had anal. Now it's my bread winner. I never had a potty mouth either. I used to be a classy girl from a conservative British Asian family. The world of sex was something shared between a husband and wife. Now I fall on my back and open my legs at the sound of loose change in any buggers pocket. Ok, slight exaggeration, but you get my point. Anyway, let's spend this chapter describing how I got here. Don't worry. After a few paragraphs of telling what I used to be like, I'll be getting rattled more than a baby's new toy. I was proud my Asian roots as I am about being British. There is nothing better than South Asian cuisine, the glitz of Bollywood and our beliefs and spiritualism. However, I liked living my life as a blend of East and West. So it was natural that I fell in love with a handsome white Brit called Toby. We met in the university library and have been pretty much inseparable ever since. Toby came to my rescue. You could say he was my nerd in shining armour. It was deadline day and my computer wouldn't hook up to the scanner. It might sound mighty harsh, but still to this day, I am surprised that I fell for him. Like every girl, I dreamt of an alpha male. But Toby is definitely a beta. I guess it probably had something to do with the sincerity of his love. Something deep inside just told me that he was the one. He is loving and compliant, not one to cause me too much trouble and stress. In return I have devoted my life to him. It's a common belief that love is never simple. Ours however, felt like a seamless progression from our first kiss to when he asked for my hand in marriage. Actually there was one little bump along the way, though. It was important for me that Toby converted to my religion... of spicy food. He had a taste pallet blander than his alabaster skin. But after a month or two he was downing vindaloos as if it was ice cream. It wasn't all one way of course. In return I found a taste for fish and chips and lifting pints at his local pub. I felt set for a bright future. Then all hell broke loose. Dad's shop burnt down. He had lost everything. Mother nearly killed him when she found out he had no insurance. It turned out he couldn't afford the renewal after he paid my initial tuition fees. Doing an ACCA at a redbrick university doesn't come cheap! Life was unravelling around me. My parents moved into my uncles and I moved in with Toby. But my next instalment was due on my tuition fees, ten grand to be precise. I enquired about an emergency loan... but there is no guarantor, my parents had nothing. It was fair to say that I was in the shit. I couldn't think or function due to the stress. My grades began to suffer and slipped into a depression as my life felt on a downward spiral. All that kept me sane was Toby, he became my everything. He was my undying support and all I had to put a smile on my face. Toby kept a straight head, he even found me a job as an assistant accountant at a local car dealer. It would be close, but I looked as though I might just make it. I thought I was saved. But life has a habit of raining shit. Chapter 2 Toby's Story Deena likes to tell the story how we first met in the university library. How I, the perfect stranger, offered my help to connect her computer to the communal scanner. She likes to describe the way I covered her hand on the computer mouse and left it to linger for a little while, as I guided her through the desktop menus. While that is all true, we didn't see each other again for weeks after that chance meeting. Now let me tell you what I consider to be our first real meeting. The standard of my women ranged from the hefty to the outright fatty. Every now then I would pull a half decent slut. But I had never actually had sex with anyone above a six out of ten... Actually make that a five. So as far as I was concerned it was going to be the same again that night. So I got myself smashed on cheap beer and cheaper whisky before heading off to the student union to pick up the dregs. I had forgotten it was a fancy dress party, so I put on best impersonation of a drunk. There were all the usual suspects at the party, nurses, pirates and witches. But amongst all of these, I found Deena. It had been over a month since out brief encounter at the library. She was dressed as an angel, complete with halo and the finest pair of legs this side of heaven. My heart raced as I stared across the packed room. People were shouting and laughing above the cheesy dance music. But all I could do was stand and stare. Sadly, there was no way I could approach. Mostly, it must be said, because she was surrounded by a male fan club. All of which were better looking than little average me. Deena then caught my stare. Her face erupted into a huge smile as she broke free from the crowd and strutted towards me. I wasn't sure if she was going to slap me or hug me. "You're...?" "Deena, we met at the library." "Yeah, yeah we did." "I was kind of hoping you would remember my name." I hadn't forgotten Deena's name, I was just speechless because she actually seemed pleased to see me. I gazed to her large black pupils, fell in love, and never wanted to return. "I think you're really beautiful." "Thanks." She smiled as she sucked her vodka coke through a straw. "I was kind of hoping we would bump into each other again." "Really? I... Every afternoon, after class, I would wait in the library for hours hoping to catch a glimpse of you." "Oh, how cute. Actually my classes have been moved to Old hall Street." "Ah... That explains it." Now if I was sober I would just bore her by talking around the obvious. She liked me and I loved her. But I was pissed as an Irish fart and she clearly had been drinking. I leaned forward and planted my lips firmly on hers. Deena was the best chick in the room and I was mid-table wannabe. That's why when she pulled back from me. I fully expected to be slapped, kicked out, or punched by her boyfriend. But she gave me a heart melting smiled while she placed her open hands on my chest. I glanced down at firm tits. "I like your outfit... Are all angels as beautiful as you?" "I can be devilish if you like." Who said alcohol was an evil of society was either so good looking that he didn't need it, or he hated ugly people and wanted them to carry on suffering. Having just kissed a woman who's far too hot for me, you would that I would now act as the perfect gentleman in the hope of keeping hold of her. But I didn't. Because in life, being nice only wins you second place. Oblivious to the fact we were stood together on a crowded Tobyce floor, My hands shot up Deena's tiny white dress and began massaging her firm arse. My fingers ran along her cotton panties, worked their way along her arse crack and weighed her cheeks. I felt my cock to swell to bursting point. Deena broke free. "Hold on Mr." She then took my hand. "Let's dance." I hate dancing, but I was willing to do anything Deena told me. We boogied across the floor, cutting through plastic cups and empty bottles. I have never been able to dance, but despite this, my dying fish routine seemed to turn Deena on. She snaked her tight body around me, closing in on my space and rubbing her pert tits up and down me like a low rent hooker. (I never talk like that to Deena, I wouldn't dare. But she is never likely to read this.) Sweating after the longest and hottest dance session, I decided to turn on the charm. "You have no idea what I want to do you." "Why don't you show me?" To my surprise Deena pressed her body against mine, clearly challenging me to a duel of lust. I felt her lips up against mine. Our tongues battled against each others, wrapping and tangling like snakes in a basket. With one hand holding her drink, she placed her spare one on the back of my head, not allowing me to escape her advances. Not that I wanted to. She dictated play, and made it clear who was the dominant lover. Breaking free Deena turned and pushed her arse into my groin. She twerked to beats to the music, rubbing my cock to the point of explosion. I had no choice, I just had to take this to the next level. Deena still had her back towards me as I grabbed her waist and pulled her against me. My hand sliped up the front of her white flimsy dress and onto her knickers. I felt that her neatly trimmed pubes were rough to the touch. I got as far as the tight lips which felt moist, when she placed a hand on mine. I froze. "Sorry, I just..." "I don't mind. But bear in mind that I'm a virgin, and it's staying that way... for the time being" "Oh..?" "Does that put you off?" "I would literally wait years to sleep with a beauty like you, Deena." "Good." Deena spun around and felt my lips with hers. "Because I'm looking for love." I little better than the library story. Chapter 3 Deena's Story Tears ran down my face as I walked up the communal hall towards our apartment door. Blinded by the sadness, I couldn't find the keyhole as the key scraped over the brass lock. My shoulders shuddered while I let out another cry for help. "Toby!" The door opened and I fell into the arms of my love. "Fuckin hell... what's up with you, Rainy Face?" I didn't know how to tell him. So I just spilled the words from my mouth. "I lost it, I don't know what to do. I'm scared." "Lost what?" "My job." "What..? H... How?" "The directors have been fucking the company way before I got there. Now it's bankrupt. Everything has gone bottom up." "Shit, come on, let's get you inside for a cup of tea." Inside the living room, I sat slumped on the couch as Toby placed a hot mug onto the coffee table. I leaned forward and shoved the tear filled tissue into my pocket."Thanks." "Can you claim?" "Of course. But these will take years to settle." "We need the money now... the tutition fees are due in...? Six, seven weeks away." "I know, I know." I picked up the mug and sipped the hot tea through my lips. "I don't know what to do." "We've got, like, how much saved?" "Nearly two grand." "That's not even a quarter of what we need." "Toby, stop telling me things I already know. I need solutions, not a lecture." "You're Dad? What's the latest with his shop?" I watched as Toby sat opposite me. I could see the disappointment on his face while he felt the back of his neck. "Nothing yet. Can't go begging to Paps again, not after what he's been through." "I can always go and ask mine." I sighed, and glanced at Toby. "We both know why we can't go there, don't we?" We weren't on talking terms with his parents after a disastrous family holiday a year back, but that's for another story. "I know." Toby held his face in his hands. He glanced at me. "Why don't you just drop out for a year. Find work then re sit you finals." "Toby, what are you thinking? The fees are rising all the time. If I don't do it this year, I never will." "But this is an emergency." "Plus, I can't work in a normal job, not after what happened to my father's shop. It would like he sacrificed it for nothing." "But they will understand." "Education is everything to us." I saw the surprise on Toby's face. "You can't even being to understand how Asian's think." "Well you're just going to have to go and get another job." "It won't happen in time. We're talking weeks here, not months." "Well it'll be quicker than mine." Dan was a qualified journalist but still waited for his big break a full year after graduating. He worked in the same bar job he had while at uni. "Have you heard back from any recently?" "Didn't you read my text message this morning?" I groaned as his whining annoyed me. "I had a lot on today, as you can imagine." "Well, it was just another offer for an unpaid trial. So not much help there." "I dread to think what all this is going to lead too." I then noticed the soiled tissue on the coffee table. I could have sworn that I placed mine in my pocket. I shoved my hand in the pocket and felt the tissue. "Toby?" "What?" "You've been wanking." "No I haven't." "Yes you have."I picked up the soiled tissue and threw it at him. "Indian cuckold videos again?" Toby slumped his shoulders while he hung his head. "Guilty as charged your honour." Chapter 4 Toby's Story I had just left the apartment for work. The fresh air of the winter cleared my head and allowed me to think straight. For once I was looking forward to work so I could take my mind off the situation. The fact was, Deena and I were in the shit. If it was up to me I would just postpone everything for twelve months until we were back on our feet. But like she said, there was a lot of pressure for her to finish it early. So we had six weeks to find over ten grand... That was never going to happen. It should be said I manage a bar in a strip club. I have always told Deena that I work in a casino bar, which was true, but there is a strip joint upstairs and for the past six months I have been working the upstairs bar. The whole building is run by an Albanian businessman called Mickael Asharvin, I stress the word businessman. Mickael is one ruthless fucker. He once paid for my silence after I accidently walked in on him rearranging an employee's face after he had caught him pinching from the till. I'm sure that was one of Mickael's lesser crimes too. After working at the club for five years I'm now on first name terms with Mickael and regarded as one of the more senior members of staff. Still barely paid more than the minimum wage, mind. Doing a weekday shift drags. The club is dead until ten. So for the first two or three hours it's just me and the girls, all of which hardly speak a word of English. Still good to look at though. I spotted Mickael pacing towards the bar and made myself busy by wiping the black marble surface. "Evening, Boss." "Tobyiel, what is wrong with you? You have face like smacked arse." "Money problems, Boss." "You English are lazy, back in Tirana I pay barman less than half. He work twice as hard, and smiled all the time. I pay you more, yet you have face like mother's backside. Stop moaning or I kick you in arse." "It's not me. Deena lost her job yesterday, and the next instalment is due." Mickael snorted a laugh and waved his finger in my face. "You very clever man, Tobyiel. Trying to make me feel sorry for you. You think me a fool, huh?" I felt the mood change and my arse began to bite my boxers. Mickael is temperamental at the best of times, so best not to piss him off. "I promise, I'm not looking for a pay rise." I held my hands up. "Do you need an accountant, by any chance?" "No... I'm always in need of new girls though." "She isn't the type." Mickael's leather coat crumpled as he folded his bulky arms. "Your girl is really hot. I love spicy women. Hard to come by, but make good money." "Deena is quite a conservative girl, though." "Innocent girls are the best. Get her here, I'll make her famous and your wedding will be paid for." "I'll see what she says, Boss." Mickael slapped me on the back, almost sending me to the floor. "Good." Mickael loves my girl. When he spotted us in a supermarket a few months back, he literally gawped at her tits for the whole time we were talking. He was that obvious that Deena told me she could feel his eyes burning a hole in her chest. So there was no way I could ask her to come. Plus how the fuck would I explain about never having told her where I really work? After a long shift I got back home just as daylight broke over the dark horizon. In the kitchen, I opened the fridge door and took out the stale cheese. Slamming the door shut my eyebrows arched as a dishevelled Deena stood wearing my old football shirt "What are you doing awake?" "Can't sleep for worrying." "I'm sorry." I leaned forward and kissed Deena's forehead. She might have looked like she had been through more hedges than a fox on the run, but I would still definitely ravage her. "I still have just enough energy for a quickie." "You have to be joking."Deena groaned and rubbed the back of her neck. "I feel sick." "It was worth a try." I leaned over the counter and took out a slice of brown bread. "So, you have been busy filling out applications?" "More than I care to mention. But I need a quick fix... I have a friend who told me about webcam modelling. Can earn quite a bit from it, and they pay weekly. But the internet is shit around here." "Isn't that stripping?" "I know, I know. But I'm desperate. I'll do anything." I began buttering my bread. "I was talking to Mickael today." "Oh, that dirty bastard." "Yeah, well, he has just opened a strip joint upstairs and looking for new strippers." "How much?" I slammed the knife through the hard cheese. "Some of the girls earn a grand over a weekend... not sure what they do for that... I work in the casino after all." "I'll come with you tomorrow." "Fuck me... really?" "I'm desperate." Chapter 5 Deena's Story Despite the fact I was going to a strip club, I dressed formally as it was still an interview. I wore a tight fitting ivory sleeveless blouse and a short black pencil skirt. Every girl likes heels and I'm no exception, I stood tall and proud on my six inch black stilettos. I knew this was the quickest way of earning money. It might sound arrogant, but I knew I was more than just a head turner. Men craved me. So I was more than confident about being a stripping success. The club is situated on the edge of a tech park. Probably far enough from the city centre to avoid generating headaches for the city council, but close enough to attract the clientele who had wallets fat enough to keep the revenue flowing in. The low sun cast long shadows across the car park. Despite my earlier confidence my heart began to flutter as we stepped up the concrete steps towards the double glass doors. Stepping through the open glass doors, the club was empty. A tinny echo of a radio played music from the sixties. Only two middle aged women dressed in scrubs busied themselves with a mop and bucket. On the stage was a mountain of bin bags filled with empty plastic bottles and glasses. I held Toby's hand as he led me through a side door and followed him up a narrow staircase. Toby stopped and knocked on a heavy secured door. Mickael's asked us to wait. Hearing his think Eastern European voice set off my nerves. I squeezed Toby's fingers and stared into his brown eyes. "Are you coming in with me?" "Do you want me too?" "Yes... But then again it's not professional." "You're right." "After all I'm a big girl now." "I'll be right outside. The blinds are open and I can see what's going on in there." "That's good." "I promise not to wank if you have to strip." "You think..." Right, it might sound daft seeing as I'm at an interview to be a stripper. But I just thought he would take one look at me and make me sign the dotted line. "Oh." Paying Her Way Suddenly the door opened and there stood the muscle bound, bald headed brute. I loathed Mickael... but he was the only man who could save us from this financial cliff. "Mickael, how lovely to see you again." "Deena... As gorgeous as ever. I see you have come dressed for the occasion, with your lovely long brown legs out for everyone to see." "Thank you." The fact he was already ogling my figure repulsed me. "I find your charm most flattering." Mickael wore a grin as he nodded at Toby. "You're a lucky bastard." "I know." "See you later, Toby." My heart fluttered and I felt my skin clamed up. I glanced at Toby before stepping into Mickael's office. The office was softly lit and the walls were painted in maroon. Large paintings of exotic vistas hung in simple frames that were subtitled with motivational phrases. Mickael gestured for me to sit on the two seater leather couch. He sat behind his neatly kept desk which seemed far too organised for a man of his apparent stature. Leaning forward from his chair he smiled, showing a gold tooth, no doubt the result of some backstreet brawl. He stared at me as he spoke. "Toby has told me about your situation. Ten K is a lot of money." "He told you that?" "This not true?" "Yes, it is. Just I thought some things were private. That's all." Mickael leaned back and opened his draw. He brought up a carved glass decanter filled with what appeared to be whisky, and then followed it up with two crystal tumblers. Wearing an unnerving smiled, he muttered, "I drink while I do business." "Isn't that bad practice?" "It works for me. Care to join me?" Usually I would decline. But I felt the nerves in my throat and thought it would help. "Just a small one thanks." "Good, I like a girl who drinks." I stood from the couch and took the tumbler off Mickael. We touched glasses before I sat back on the couch. "Cheers." Mickael leant forward and rested his elbows on his highly polished mahogany desk, then placed his hands together as if he was about to pray. "A problem shared is a problem solved." His smile again unnerved me. "Deena, this is an easy way to earn an awful lot of money." "A man might think it's easy." "I bet there are a million shelf stackers that would back me up." "What can I expect to earn then?" Mickael stood from his leather chair. "For a girl like you." He walked around his desk before sitting on its edge and stared at me. "Limitless." "I need figures." "I'll have many fingers in many pots." "Come again?" "I own this gentleman's club, the casino downstairs. But I run an exclusive escorting agency and an adult film studio." I arched my eyebrows and felt I was getting involved with someone that I shouldn't be. I downed the whisky in one. "Here's me thinking I'm here to be a stripper." "You need ten grand in a month, not five." "I know, but..." "You're in charge of what you want to do. But I'll get you the right clients, and if you work hard... Well, I'll assure you you'll have your money for your fancy wedding as well as an exotic honeymoon." "I suppose I'll need a holiday after this. So how do I earn the most money?" "Royalties from films will earn you the most over time. But you need instant cash, so escorting. We can mix it up a bit if you want. But it's entirely up to you." My heart sank. I stared down at my heeled shoes while feeling a sense of darkness descend on me. "I have no choice." "Right." Mickael climbed off the desk and stepped up to a cupboard. "So let's begin the interview." "Oh, haven't we already?" "All models have to be casted." "Casted?" "Yes. It's common industry practice." Opening the door Mickael pulled out a tripod and what I took to be a camera bag. "I'll send the video to my trusted contacts." "I'm not sure I'll be comfortable with that." "If you want to succeed in this industry then you have to cast. What clients are going waste time and money if they don't know who they are... working with? Trust me, I know what I'm doing." "But I'm a professional. What if the video is leaked?" Mickael fixed the expensive camera to the tripod. "It's up to you. You want to walk, fine. Leave." The bastard nonchalantly shrugged. "Want the money. Stay, and take off your clothes." I couldn't believe what I was doing. My knees trembled as I stood from the couch. Toby was the only man to have seen my naked body. Yet here I was about to undress for a man I detested. All in the hope entering the sex industry. Whatever had happened to my dignity, where was my life going? Chapter 6 Mickael's Story I am a bastard, I admit it. But I don't exploit women in the sense of treating them like slaves. They are rewarded well and offered protection should they need it. I am merely a talented business man. I must be, I have a large portfolio of businesses and investments across Europe. Call me arrogant, but I see myself as the Richard Branson of Albania. Although my empire couldn't be called Virgin obviously, Slut would be more apt. Sitting my on my leather desk chair, I picked up the remote control for the CD player and pressed play, filling the office with seventies Mo-town. I grinned at a nervous Deena. "You like..? Don't have any Bollywood music I'm afraid." "Thought that would be the case... No, that's Ok" "I can change to something a bit more hip, though." "No, it's fine." "Good. Let's get started." I switched the camera on and trained the viewfinder on the Deena's beautiful Indian body. "Strip to the music." On the few times we had met, Deena had always portrayed an obvious confidence and commanded an air of authority that her looks deserved. But as she slowly began to unbutton her blouse she appeared most awkward and trembled like a virgin. I wore a wry smile while I offered my advice. "Relax, you're the most gorgeous girl that I have ever casted. Ignore me, and dance like you would for Toby." Deena offered an awkward smile as she continued her less than convincing routine. However, a minute later my words... or the whisky, seemed to have an effect, her once rigid hips began to sway to the rhythm of the music. The confidence suited her, and I could begin to see the girl making me a ton of money. I have casted, I don't know, as many as a thousand girls or more. But a confident Deena, stands above every single one. There was just something about this girl. She possesses a class and sophistication that girls in this industry lack. The few girls that do have classy looks tend have more attitude than a pissed off diva. So far I'm yet to see her throw a tantrum... I suppose Toby must deal with hissy fits now again. Talking about my long serving barman... Why the fuck she is with him? He's a nice enough guy. But this chick is top, top dollar. Deena had unbuttoned her blouse and let it slip down her long slender arms. Her stomach was flat and her ribs were just about visible. Not enough to call her skinny, but just enough to show she took a certain pride in her body. I now wanted to see her tits. She didn't disappoint. She dropped her black and silver plunge bra, revealing a small but fulsome rack. They were probably too small for a for a good tit wank, but big enough to hang on to. The kind of tits that will still look good when she hits her menopause. Deena ran her fingers through the waist band, signalling it was time to lose the platted pencil skirt. She reached around to her back and pulled the zip before guiding it down her smooth brown legs. Now, I have never been much of a leg man, but fuck me, I was converted. They were longer than Route 66 and smoother than a desert plain."Now, Deena, turn your back to me and lean over the couch." My voice broke her from her routine and robbed her of her confidence. The awkward girl returned. "You want me to..?" "Yes, back to me, place your hands on the cushions and stick your arse in the air... And lose the knickers." "But..." "Your arse and pussy are the tools of the trade." I unhooked the camera and stepped towards Deena while she had her brown backside stuck up in the air. Her black laced knickers separated pert rounded cheeks. "Obviously your clients will be interested in what you're packing." My eyes widened with glee while Deena slowly pulled down the black laced knickers over her toned thighs. I leaned forward holding the camera, recording her inner details on HD. My mouth moistened as the glow of the camera's light painted her succulent tight pussy a pale blue. She smelt good and obviously took great care of her hygiene "Part your legs and spread your cheeks." I listened to her groan under her breath while she did what she was told. Poor Deena must have been tense as her arse hole winked at me. My dick was ready for business. "Sit back now." Like all the girls do, Deena made a B-line for her clothes. It has always surprised me how easy it is to get girls naked, even the clever ones like Deena. If only I realised this fact when I was in high school, there would have never been the need to worry about being a virgin. I smirked as she covered her tits with her blouse. "No, no. Not finished yet." "Huh?" The panic on Deena's face made my heart cry. But work is work. "It's now time for the physical." "No. You can fuck right off." "It's a paid trail, just as if you're working." "How much?" I don't usually pay for a trial. But I was desperate to fuck Deena and I was running low on time. Plus I'm not worried about Toby. After all there was a reason why I had left the office blinds open. A few weeks ago we had a right laugh when security found a shit load of cuckold porn on his phone. So today everyone has a vested interest in the next hour being a success. I glanced at my wrist watch. "I have an hour before I leave to pick up the kids. So let's say four hundred quid." "Can I have another whisky?" "Sure." "In fact, make it a double." I felt like being generous. "There are cigars in draw for afters if you want." "No thanks, I seem to have enough dirty habits at the moment." Deena was damn right. Chapter 8 Deena's Story There was a brief period just after I found out about Toby's cuckold fantasy when I used to whisper stories to him while we made love. They usually consisted of me getting fucked a black man. Never once did I mention an Albanian porn baron. None of these stories ever tuned me on. I suppose Toby's dream had come true. While I endured a nightmare. In an effort to ignore the degrading situation, I emptied the double whisky in one. The strong taste burned my throat and sent a shiver through my bones. My mind raced. I knew I could walk right out the door into the arms of Toby. Most women would drop out of uni. But I felt I owed my family a debt. I never felt as though I came from a poor family. Not once was I aware of the struggles my parents went through to give me the carefree childhood that I enjoyed every minute off. It shames me to think that I could be so blind to their hardships. I was so ignorant that I was sixteen until things started to add up. No fancy holidays, having to use public transport, living in a council house. The fact both dad and mum worked fourteen hour shifts in his grocery shop completely escaped me. When I left school I told them I wanted to work and help out, but they wouldn't let me. They told me not to worry and that their reward was to see me going to university and securing a professional career. I couldn't let all their hard work go to waste. There was not choice, I just had to pay those tuition fees. So when a naked Mickael stepped in front of me with his grotesque cock, I offered him my best whorish smile I could muster. The couch leather stuck to my bare skin. I sat with my legs crossed, hiding my naked pussy. Slightly bent at the waist, I hid my tits with my crossed arms. A bit daft I suppose as Mickael had documented everything with bloody camera. My stomach churned and my heart leapt into my mouth as Mickael undressed. Naked he stepped up to me while holding his cock close to my face. I nervously muttered, "You want me to give you a blow job?" "Only if you want to." Despite portraying a smile, I felt like giving the cheeky bastard a slap. I held Mickael's cock in my hand and pulled his foreskin back, watching as his purple cockhead emerge from his rolls of skin. As I leaned forward the smell of piss polluted my nose. I gave it a brief lick before recoiling back in horror. The taste was bitter and made me wretch. Feeling embarrassed I glanced up and saw the disappointment on Mickael's face. "Sorry." "You have to get rid of those nerves, Ri." "I have only been with one man... Sorry." "No need to apologise." Mickael stroked his fingers through my hair while he continued to talk softly. "But obviously, nervous girls don't make good money. You have to find that inner whore. Every girl has one." I sighed as I knew the quickest way of getting out of here was just to succumb to his wishes and demands. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw Toby peaking through the half closed blinds. He was wearing his wanking face... Not a surprise there. Rubbing his cock, I slowly leaned forward and opened my mouth. I closed my eyes and took his dick into my mouth. His putrid taste made me want to gag. He tasted like rancid milk. But I sucked that cock as if it was a candy stick. I breathed a sigh of relief as Mickael removed his cock from my mouth. Mickael placed his hands on my shoulders and pushed me back on the couch. "Let's see how good you are and deep throating." He leaned over me, resting his hands on the back rest. I reluctantly opened my mouth. The bastard thrust his cock to the very back of my throat. I aligned my neck in hope of opening up, but still coughed and gagged. My chocking seemed to drive Mickael into a lustful rage. He pushed deeper and harder. I grabbed his hips with my hands in the hope of controlling his thrusts. But I had no hope of slowing him. What's more, my head had nowhere to go and I just had lay there and let him fuck my throat. Finally Mickael pulled his cock out. In a fit of coughs I lunged forward and fell to the red carpet, tipping a gallon of spit and saliva from my mouth. I spluttered and gasped while I tried to breath. Mickael began to wank his cock. "Good. Well done. You took a right battering and survived." "Just." "You'll enjoy the next one." I brushed my face with my forearm, wiping the saliva from my chin."I'll be the judge of that." "Lie on the couch with your legs open facing me" Climbing on to the couch I laid back and rested my head on the crux of the backrest and seat cushion. I held my legs behind my knees and pulled them back while Mickael knelt down in front of my vulnerable pussy. After what the bastard has just put me through, a good licking was the least he could offer me. A little bit of me hoped he would smother himself to death. Now there is wishful thinking... a girl can dream. I tensed up and my heart pounded away inside my chest as Mickael's fingers on spread my nether lips. His tongue pushed deep into my hole, before he dragged it over my clit. He then rested his tongue on top my bean, before he started wagging it like a tail. For the first time that day I felt myself begin, ever so slightly, to relax. I rested my legs on Mickael's rounded shoulders and spread my arms across the couch. He was obviously a man of vast experience because despite me hating him, his tongue was making me shiver with sensual pleasure. I closed my eye and dreamt it was Toby. My pleasure came to an abrupt end when his chubby hands slapped down on my breasts. Mickael proceeded to knead my breasts as if they were bread dough. He pulled, stretched and flicked my aching nipples. Not moving his mouth from my pussy, he grunted, "You need to be whorish to earn money, Deena. Scream." I never felt comfortable enough to be a vocal lover. Even when I was in an orgasmic panic, I would only offer a quick burst of excited yelps. So to scream down the house would not come natural. But I suppose this was work, not love. So I began to groan. Mickael squeezed my breasts. "Louder. Scream." I yelled out as I felt his tongue cleaned out my pussy. My insides clenched up and I gave a genuine scream as his tongue passed over my anus. "Hey! No one has done that." "They should have, you taste great." "You repulse me." "Not he first to say that." The fact notches on Mickael's bed post had more zeros than my bank account made me hate him even more. Mickael rose to his feet. His knees glowed red after kneeling on the carpet for so long. He pulled me up by my hands and led me across the office. With one swipe of his arm, he cleared desk of his paperwork into an open draw. Then he tossed his laptop on his desk chair. Taking the camera off it's tripod he placed it on the desk. I ruefully asked, "Is that still running?" "Of course." "Are we?" Mickael smiled as he rolled a condom over his cock. "Yes. Show them that you're that you are a full blown whore who is worth their thousands." Putting his hand on the back of my neck he thrust me forward and bent me over his desk. I gazed at point blank range into the black lens of the camera as I felt his cock open my pussy. Myself respect vanish as his cock broke its way in before sinking deep inside. I felt dirty and used. Despite the fact I felt like crying, I screamed like the whore I had become. Mickael's hands grabbed onto my shoulders, and pinned me to desk which rattled under every thrust. The camera recorded everything. Smiling in between every groan, grinning after every scream, I put on the performance of a lifetime. Chapter 8 Toby's Chapter As you already found out, I'm a wanabe cuckold. So the fact my boss was fucking my beloved fiancée over his desk filled me with a degrading excitement. I had only expected Mickael to ask Deena to Dance for him, maybe ask her to strip to her lingerie. But this was insane. Don't get me wrong, I know what goes on behind his office door. Every girl in here has the same story about how she got the job. But Deena is my future wife. Thinking about it, this could all just be a rouse so Mickael could get his grubby mitts on my Deena. Ever since security found the cuckold porn on my phone, Mickael took a keen interest in Deena. Mickael has always been an opportunist... Still, this is the best wank I have ever had. So I'm just going to keep quiet and rub myself silly. Deena screamed loud and proud, yelling while she slapped her hands on the desk. I watched with glee as Mickael took a fist full of her long black hair as he continued to pound her slender body. She arched her back as he pulled on her hair and continued to slay her with his cock. I felt on the on the verge on the cumming, so slowed the pace of my wanking. As Mickael pulled his cock out of Deena, She flopped onto the desk like an empty sack. He leaned over and picked up the camera and placed it back on the tripod. Pulling her up, he spun her around so she faced him, then placed his bulky arms around her slim thighs and lifted her on to his mahogany desk. Deena slumped back onto the desk like a ragdoll. She seemed empty and unable to take anymore. Her skin glowed and glistened under the sweat. Mickael stepped in between her spread legs. I flinched as I heard her yelp as he pushed himself back inside her pussy. Pre-cum spurted from my cock over the cream wall. Mickael placed both of her long brown legs over one of his shoulder, then began to pummel my sweet Deena. Her tits rocked as she continued to be deflowered. Deena's orgasmic cries were a joy to hear. It might just have been me, but she never sounded so animalistic. I couldn't take anymore and pulled a tissue from my pocket. My knees then buckled as I shot my load. Paying Her Way It was a good five minutes before Mickael did the same. Only being a dominant male, he did it on his own terms. He pulled out, leaving Deena's stretched pussy showing its healthy pick innards. Unsheathing his cock from it's condom, he walked around the desk and stood by her panting face. Second guessing Mickael, Deena opened her mouth and poked out her cherry tongue. His dick then showered her face with his thick putrid sperm. My highly conservative fiancée had been turned into a cum loving whore. Fully dressed, Deena opened the office door and walked right passed me. I hurried along behind her as she walked towards the staircase. I wasn't sure how to act. I mean, what do I say to her after that? I went for the politely ignorant. "How do you think the interview went?" She ignored my question... she knows me too well. "Enjoy your wank, Toby?" "I... Yeah." "Get me home, I need a shower." Back at our apartment we stood naked under the shower. I had my arms around the woman I loved. Under the hot running water, I whispered into Deena's ear. "I love you." I rested my chin on her shoulder and waited for her to reply. But had to fill the silence myself."Honest, I knew nothing about that, Ri." "I don't suspect you did." "I hope you do... Are you OK?" "As good as I can be after that..." Deena face cracked a wry smile. "At least I have paid the fist instalment for the camera crew." I placed a kiss on her soft fulsome cheek. "I'm deeply sorry." "No you're not." "I am." "Don't tell me that you didn't enjoy watching me." "That's not the point though." I began smothering the skin on Deena's back with soap. I could see faint bruises on her shoulders from Mickael's hands. "If I could pay for your tuition, I would. I promise." "Just see this next month as a one off, alright? Never, ever again." "I will, don't worry." "And if I go off sex for a while..." "Understandable."Filling my hand with extra sensitive soap, I placed it between her legs. She jumped as it touched her tender nether lips. "I guess you're sore." "It's burning." "He was pretty big wasn't he." "He was at least an inch bigger than what I'm used to." I glanced at my sad looking cock. "Thanks" "Oh, by the way, Mickael told me he'll burn you a copy of the interview." "He did?" "No... I'm just Joking." I was less than deserving of such a gift. Deena stepped out of the shower onto the rug. "Come on, you can dry me quick then put me to bed. I'm shattered." Sleeping in bed, I was shocked when I woke to find the light on while Deena rooted through the wardrobe. "You OK? it's..." I checked my mobile. "Nearly midnight." "Mickael has been on the phone." "I thought you needed a couple of days rest?" "Told me it was a good job and I could literally earn thousands in extras." Despite being half asleep, I felt my dick throb under the sheets. "I dread to think what you're going have to do." "I'm the entertainment at a party." "A party? What sort of party?" "Some rich footballer's. City have just one a cup to something." "City... They just won the league title... You're dealing with young millionaires here." "Exactly, why do you think I'm taking the job?" Deena threw a shirt at me. "Now get ready, you have to get me to the club quick." "Right. You sure you have the energy?" "Money motivates me. Plus the quicker I earn, the faster I get out of this shitty mess." "You're the better halve of this relationship. I'll never know how repay you for this. You're amazing... you're a gift that just keeps on giving." Chapter 9 Deena's Story As usual l was the last to turn up. As Toby pulled the car onto a car park filled with hookers. I looked out onto a sea of fake tan, short skirts and bad taste. As he cut the engine I placed my hand on his lap. "I'll phone you when we're leaving the mansion so you can come and meet me here." "Sure." "I hid some kitchen roll in the glove compartment, just in case you have to wait a while." "Always thinking of me aren't you?" "Who else would I be thinking about?" A screech of air breaks signalled the coach's arrival. The girls didn't waste any time and scurried onboard like excited school kids going on a summer trip. I glanced at Toby then leaned forward to brush his cheek with mine. "Love you." "I'll be waiting for you as soon as I get your call. Good luck." "Thanks." Sat inside the coach I felt overcome by the smell of strong perfume. I would like to think that the girls weren't quite as refined as myself. I mean, they were pretty, but you could tell which trade they were in. As for myself, I as a mere temp waiting for better things. A backwards step to take two forward, if you like. I never been on a hen do but I imagine they must start something like like this. There were singsongs and laugher as well as bad language on an industrial scale.. Arms bridged the walkway, exchanging booze as well as wraps of cocaine. It was havoc You could tell I was the newbie. I had a whole bench to myself. Not that I was worried. There was no need for me to get to know any of the girls, as you know, I wasn't planning on making this a career. Then I was rudely interrupted from my thoughts when a leggy black girl fell into the seat beside me. She shoved a bottle of cheap champagne in front of my face. Not one for hiding my annoyance, I palmed away the bottle. "No thanks. I don't drink while no duty." "Us minorities have to stick together." "Not heard that line since high school" Then it struck me. "Fucking Hell. Naomi Aru, not seen you in years." "You remember me now, from Manor farm High?" "You used the same opening line then, too... on the old 7A." "Exactly." "Who would think we would meet up a decade later as pair of... hookers." My shoulders slumped. "Kinda sad." "Sad? This ain't sad. Standing in the pissing rain waiting for the next cock to suck, that's sad. Shooting crack under a railway bridge is sad. No, this is pretty darn fine if you ask me." "I should be thankful I guess." "This is the jackpot." I snorted a laugh. "Jackpot. Now that's pushing things." "Last time I came here, Girl. I went home with seven grand. Seven grand and all I did was suck a few cocks and finger my arse... Faked that too, used the old magic finger trick." "You'll have to teach me that, fed up cleaning my nails." I hadn't seen Naomi in fifteen years. She looked good. Always did though. But as I watched her down champagne from the bottle, you could, under the bombproof makeup, see that her life style was taking its toll. I took the bottle from her hand and took a mouthful... Probably just to make myself part of the crew. She stood from her seat and screamed at the top of her voice. "Who's ready for some cock sucking." I choked on the champagne, dribbling some down my chin. To my dying shame my first thought was, at least it's not cum... What was this job doing to me? My smile felt fake as I fixed my makeup in portable mirror. I still felt tired and my body ached from the so called interview. In fact I didn't feel as though I could survive another night. The hooker bus, as we were calling it now, pulled into the drive way and stopped the car in front of a huge set of ornate gates. A security guard stepped up and had a brief conversation with the driver. He then muttered into his walkie-talkie, before opening the gates. The coach then taxied up the shale path which was lined by huge evergreens. The midnight air carried the hint cut grass. My ears picked up the whispers of distant techno music. Knowing we were on the final approach, I felt a sense of dread. I felt it telling that the rowdiness from the girls had disappeared. I guess that deep down we were all still little girls. Expensive sports car lay parked on either side of the shale driveway. The headlamps of the hooker bus reflected on the huge white washed walls of the mansion as it drove around a large decorative fountain. It then jolted as it parked opposite the stone steps of the grand entrance. I followed the herd of prostitutes as they galloped up the steps on their stilettos. Once through the massive doors, I felt as though I had stepped into a seedy club. As the girls walked in they were picked off one by one by leering drunks in fancy suits. Yet I was left alone. Even Naomi was being finger banged against a marble column. Rather bizarrely I had painful flashbacks from high school after being picked last for sports. Far from comfortable I stepped into dark corner and viewed the debauchery from afar. I jumped as to touch of a soft hand on my shoulder. I turned on my heels and shyly smiled at a sharp suited man. "H... Hello." "You must be the lovely Deena." "That's right." "Mickael was right about you. Truly stunning." "Thanks." I blushed like a choir girl. He was a blue eyed, blond haired lover boy, well groomed and was the proud owner of a toned body. "You are?" "You mean you don't recognise me from the papers and magazines?" "You do look familiar, but I'm not one for following the celebrity world." "Oh, right... Well I'm David, David Brookham." "Nice to meet you." I leaned forward and politely kissed his cheek. "Still no idea who you are." "That's a relief, actually. I guess you won't know I'm married then." "Well I didn't until now." "Shit... put a foot in it, haven't I?" David peered down at the glass of beer in his hand. "Damn larger always gives me a loose tongue." "I take it your wife is out." "Vic has took the kids to Disne... Damn, there I go again." He gazed at his leather shoes. "Don't hate me, please." "I can't exactly judge you, can I? Being a hooker doesn't really make me the most saintly of people." The room was now filled with whorish screams as girls were now doing what they do best. Naomi was already naked and riding some bald white guy on the black at white tiles. I felt shocked as a black dude joined in. He stepped in front of Naomi and pulled his cock out of his trousers. Within in seconds she had her lips around it sucking like seven grand depended on it. All the while she was slapping pelvises with the white man. She was proving quite popular as soon had a crowd around her. Arms outstretched, Naomi was wanking cocks two at time. Being the sort of party it was. I thought it was only as matter of time before that black cheery of hers was due a bit of attention. And so I was proved right. A well hung man, who was clearly superior to the others, pushed through the crowd as if they weren't there. He bent Naomi down, causing her to give up on the guys. He spat on his hand and began fingering her arse. I suddenly remembered what Naomi told me on the hooker bus, about her magic finger. There was no way this was magic. This was the real deal. And by the size of his cock, poor Naomi was going to be earning her money the hard way. Then the party really began and I seemed everyone had an invitation. Naomi cried out as the well built brute shoved his cock into her rectum. But she was silenced when her mouth became filled with another man's meat. My old friend was being punished in every orifice. Christ, these guys were animals. I wouldn't be surprised if some freak would have a go at her ears or nostrils. Still, Naomi was a dedicated hooker and despite having three holes filled she didn't neglect the wankers, and was soon offering hand jobs to any cock that was in range. Boy, that girl could multi task. I wanted to make a quick exit, before they got fed up with Caribbean and decided they fancied some Indian instead. But before I could scarper I witnessed a water fight of epic proportions. Surrounded by half a football team, Naomi took one cum shot after another on her ebony face, hitting her square between her bulging eyes. This was followed by a second and a third... then a forth. She was taking shots like a drive-by victim. Naomi whole body was plastered with streaks of white man juice, and they kept coming. If I had a cock I would have probably joined in myself, due to peer pressure of course. By the time she was finished, Naomi was as white as a snowman. She had gone from being the only black girl in the room to the only albino. Exhausted she crawled from the mass of bodies leaving behind snail track of cum. I would have given her hand put that too had took a jazzing. So I crouched down beside her. "Are you OK?" "Sorry, you'll have to shout louder, I took a hit in my ear." "I said, are you OK?" "Of course." "Did you bring stuff to shower with?" "Yeah but I leave it for a bit. I don't want miss anyone." Naomi slowly climbed to her feet. Cum had mattered her hair as if she was newborn covered in placenta. "I think I'll see if the goal keeper needs some attention first. He's kind of nervous." "You'll probably scare him to death looking like that" Watching the Naomi's dedicated whoring almost made me forget about David. But he hadn't forgotten me. He took me by my hand and led me up the grand staircase. Huge portraits of mock classics hung from every wall. The original faces had been swapped for those of the Brookham family. I found that a bit strange. As we reached the landing, I stood opposite a framed gold record which was backed by a blown up album cover featuring a tall brunette singing into a microphone. "Is that Vic?" "You serious?" "What?" "Of course it is... You been living on bloody Mars or something?" "Planet Bollywood, David." "Not heard of that one... I should really have listened at school." I gazed at Vic and thought she was beautiful. The fact I was about to be another of her husband's mistresses caused me loath myself. However, I had grown accustomed to that feeling. I glanced at David. "Surely having orgies in your family home isn't the cleverest of places." "We rent this place out to Wayne, a team mate of mine. Vic hasn't been here for over a year." "Not a happy marriage then?" "It's alright. Just I was too young to marry." David opened a heavy oak door and led me into a dark room. "Five years on, I've got three kids, five dogs and married to a woman who is twice as fat, and bitchy, as the one I got fell in love with." "Oh, David, just build a gym, you've got the room." David yelped as he burnt his fingers on match while attempting to light a candelabra. "Of course I have one." "Get a TV in front of the treadmill." "I have. But she just cleans it rather than use the damn thing." "I bet it's got the sports news on it, tough. Tune it to the cooking channel, you're wife will be looking great in no time." "Look, stop trying to sort out my problems. I've hired an escort, not a bloody marriage councillor... seen enough them bastards." It was clear that David was an emotional drunk with a lot of issues. Just goes to show you, I suppose, that with all the money in the world you can't buy love... or happiness. I glanced around the most beautiful of bedrooms. It was clear that this footballer and his pop star wife had taste. I was glad that we would be doing this in private. I'm not into dogging or anything perverted like that. Also, I felt glad it was a bedroom as my back is still sore after being rattled on Mickael's desk. David led me to the bed, then turned me around. He stared into my eyes while he placed a hand on my bottom. "Can you make me feel young again?" "You look younger than me." "Kiss me." Butterflies fluttered in my stomach while I gazed into his eyes. I fell for his sky blue irises. All of a sudden I felt that I enjoyed work. Every job has it's benefits I suppose. As my lips met his, my heart began to thump. I pressed harder while he embraced me with his arms and squeezed me against his body, which felt rock hard with not a miniscule of fat. As our tongues Tobyced I felt myself soften and succumb to his every touch. David's hand felt my thigh. He then lifted my leg up to his hip. I felt overcome with lust and jumped up, wrapping both my legs around his waist. I hung from his body as I kissed the chiselled features of his face. Using the job as an excuse for fun was a not a scenario I had planned for. I had lost control, but this felt more than great. I screamed with laughter as I fell on top of David who had collapsed onto the bed. His smile made his handsome face even more appealing. He placed his hand on my panties then held it there. I closed my eyes and shivered to his touch. I hadn't felt this excitement before. I'm not a naughty girl, never have been. But it seemed as though I had been lying to myself since the day I was born. David's hand was now inside my panties. Feeling his fingers rub my labia made me feel alive. I pressed my forehead against his as I bit my lip. His tender touch was soft yet firm. It felt clear that he knew how to treat a lady. Not that I was one anymore. After what I did this afternoon I should be down stairs in the middle of orgy. Not up here, making love to the man of my dreams. Kissing me firmly on my lips, David pulled my panties down but caught them on my heels. I wanted no delay and brought up knees and helped him slip my underwear off. My excitement must have obvious now, there was no denying that I wanted David. I groaned as David broke from our embrace and climbed off the bed. Unlike most men who would throw their clothes onto the floor, or at best hang them over a chair. David opened a closet and began to carefully hang his clothes... Rather frustrating when your gagging for sex, but I felt impressed all the same. My eyes feasted on David athletic build while he undressed to his tiny grey boxers. His healthy skin appeared tightly wrapped over a ripped set of muscles. I didn't just want to fuck him, I wanted to paint him. He could have been a warrior, a model or a God. David crawled down between my legs. I giggled at the prospect of receiving oral from such a handsome man. Suddenly I was thrown into a bout of lustful sighs as he began mapping my nether regions with his soft and tender tongue. I shivered as his tongue felt its way over my labia and discovered my clitoris. He obviously had found what he was looking for, and began to kiss and lick my clit. I couldn't hide my joy and burst out in rapturous laughter. Reaching such an intense passion made me feel as though I was a virgin. The acute sensations thrilled me to the core. Running my fingers through his think mousey brown hair made me realise just how thin Toby's was. David lifted his head from my vagina, his lips and chin were drench with saliva. I stroked his arms as he crawled over me, feeling his defined biceps bulge in my hands. As rule I hate tattoos. But David's seemed like art compared to the tribal graffiti you see inked on most men. My smile felt as wide as an open river while my heart flooded with lustful energy. I ran my hand over his naked chest. The contours of his muscles described a diagram of perfection. Like a spoilt girl I slapped his pecks and begged him to enter me. "Take me. Make me yours." "Do you really want me?" "Yes, yes. Please." "How much?" "I crave you like no other." "Let me to play with you tits?"David stooped down and lapped his tongue over my left breast. I closed my eyes for a moment while I felt his teeth gently nip my erect nipple. He drew his head back as if he wanted to milk me. I was impressed with his dexterity. But it was too late for fancy games. I wanted only one thing. I held the sides of his face and lifted head off my tit. "No, no. Fuck me. Fuck me now." "What's the rush, love?" My heart exploded hearing that four letter word. "I love you too." I could have just been caught in the moment. But it felt as though it was the truth. My confession didn't seem to put him off and he pulled down his boxer shorts. And out came his weapon of mass destruction. Now, you don't see many decent penises. Even the big ones are horrible looking... But David's was every bit as perfect as the rest of him. I reached down and held it in my hands. It felt heavy and hard and stood straight and true.