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Penny's Worth Ch. 01

By: Krystal0690



A Harder Night

Penny texted Dave on a Friday night. He hadn't heard a thing from her in weeks, and Stella continued to claim no knowledge of her existence. I could tell Dave misses his sluttish plaything. 

The message was direct, "Date at 8 usual motel. Penny."

He made a lame excuse to go out at 7, which gave Stella plenty of time to drive to the room and ready herself as Penny.

I greeted him at the door in a red satin skirt, a top that barely encased by boobs and a pair of black stripper heels. I had done my eye shadow in that cheap bimbo look he seemed to favor.

My trick pulled me in close and kissed me with vigor. I allowed him to caress my firm breasts through the thin suede material.

"Do you want me to work as a real-life prostitute?"

"I wouldn't object if you decide to."

That wasn't good enough. I had to have total uncompromising buy in from him. I wanted his finger prints on the deal, so he wouldn't blame me if he changed his mine.

"It's yes or no. Do you want me to sell my ass to other men for money?"

His face said yes. The growing bulge in his pants said a definitive yes. I wanted his mouth to provide his ultimate response. 

He thought as if worried that I'd judge him for his decision. We'd both been playing this game for months. We both wanted to see if we'd go to the next step, only held back by what the other might think. He had to make his choice now. "OK - it is yes."

I breathed a sigh of relief. I wanted him to say yes. Now there was one more test of his commitment. "All right. I'm willing to turn out. I want you to procure my first real trick."

Dave's shit-eating grin began to fade. He knew I was challenging him. He'd hinted at my turning Pro for months. I wanted to make sure this wasn't some male based psyche-erotic game for him. "You want me turning tricks, you start me off; that's the deal. You can even watch me fucking my first real John, but you have to bring the guy in."

I stooped onto my knees, drew his zipper down, pulled out his erection and began my specialty blowjob. I looked up to see his face. The gears were turning. He was obviously working out logistics.

I unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants to the floor along with his shorts. My hands began to toy with his balls. In a few minutes I could taste his precum on the tip of my tongue. He seemed distracted. "I'm thinking. I may have an idea."

I took his cock out of my mouth and continued to play with his testicles. "He'd better be good looking."

"He will be. He's very good looking, in fact." Dave began a wicked laugh.

"You have a specific candidate in mind?"

"Maybe. You'll just have to wait and see."

That eliminated an online hookup. That could be dangerous on many levels anyway. It would be better to go through Quinn, but I needed Dave to be the ultimate instigator.

He polished himself off in my mouth. His cum dribbled down my chin and dribbled onto my neck.

If Dave was at all apprehensive about my new vocation, he wasn't showing it. His cock got hard again in near record time, and I ended the evening straddling the bed and being taken doggy style while I babbled how much I'd have loved to have gotten my cherry popped by that quarterback for the WHORE-PAC benefit a few weeks back. I was not so secretly hoping Dave might take the hint.

"You really are a total slut, aren't you Penny?"

"Yes, I am, sir. Would you want me to be any other way?" 

~ ~ ~

I came close to figuring out where he came up with my first client. It wasn't the footballer, but Dave had managed to have met a number of other interested men that night at the auction. Since I'd become the star of the show, a lot of them would have loved to have had me. However, at two to three thousand for a half hour session that was a bit rich for even those well-heeled punters.

He arranged the session for the next night and planned to have the gentleman met us at the motel. I wondered if it was be a civic leader, business tycoon or athletic star. It might be exhilarating to fuck someone famous; I thought. As we waited, Dave refused to tell me. The anticipation was making my cooch drip like a cheap faucet.

We saw the headlight of a car pull in front of the room through the curtains. I glanced outside, expecting a Mercedes or limo. Instead, the car was an economy model with a dented front fender.

"It's one of the waiter's from the event. He's going to pay you five hundred. It's a lot for a guy like him. He probably had to work a few nights to get up that kind of money."

I was stunned. I'd arrogantly thought of myself a doing better than a waiter. "Why him?"

"You should have seen the look on his face when you got up on the stage. I could tell he wanted you more than anything. But, you were not available to him, and he couldn't afford you anyway."

I began to feel like a total haughty bitch. Three years ago, I'd worked as a waitress for a few months before they fired me.

"He even congratulated me when I won you. He's a nice honest kid."

"How much of a kid?" I started to worry.

"He's twenty-two. I checked his ID. He was so excited when I said I could hook him up with you."

I looked out the window. The waiter looked nervous, even more nervous that I was. He was also very cute. Not as well built as Dave, but he had a boyish charm with a mop of dark hair and deep soulful eyes.

My heart skipped a beat when he tapped on the door.

As I opened the door his face lit up when he recognized me. "Hi, Jason, I'm Penny." He blushed slightly at his blunder and tried to correct himself, "You're Penny; I'm Jason. Hello."

It was near instant lust for me. I laughed and said, "I'm a little bit nervous, too. It's OK. I'm glad to meet you." He was a slender, but tall. I let myself go and did something I've never done with a person I've only exchanged a handful of words with. I hugged him tightly and began to kiss him. It was a strong and zealous kiss. My shameless tongue found its way into his mouth. I pressed my tits against his chest and ran my hand down to feel the curvature of his ass.

If my husband was in the room with us, I didn't care. I was oblivious to anything other than this complete stranger that I was throwing myself at.

At some point we pulled ourselves apart. His only words was, "Wow." That seemed to say it all for me, too.

After recovering my senses, I turned to look at Dave. He wore a huge grin that said he approved of Penny's flagrant behavior.

I turned around a few times to show Jason the goods. I'd dressed in the same outfit I'd worn to the parking garage a few months before. The young man was nearly drooling with lust. "So, Jason, are you interested?"

He stammered, "I can't wait," before pulling out his wallet. He produced a pile of tens, twenties and a couple of fifties onto the table. He looked slightly embarrassed at the small denomination bills. "Sorry, tip money."

"As long as it's legal tender, it's all good." This made it official. I was doing this for cash. I motioned him to sit in the chair. I sat on his lap and began to kiss him again. He wasn't an experienced kisser, but it didn't matter. It was one of the most exciting make out sessions I've ever had. I periodically opened my eyes. His were closed, but Dave was watching intently, with his cock pressing up through his pants.

Once more, coming up for air. "What would you like me to do for you?"

Jason as so anxious. I hoped I wasn't deflowering him. "We can have sex, right?"

"There are all kinds of sex we can have. Is there anything you'd especially like?"

Jason admitted he wasn't that well versed in advance techniques. Imagine a twenty-two-year-old male, who hadn't been patrolling the internet for every weird act known to man. I suspected he was being shy.

Taking his hand, I helped him stand. "Let me be your guide. I promise, you'll have a great time."

I pulled his sweatshirt over his head and unbuttoned his shirt. Then his jeans were removed. He hadn't bothered with underwear. He was heavily manscsaped, which I liked and had a black tribal tattoo around his bicep. 

Presenting myself to him, I had him untie the laces of my leather vest. My breast fell out to greet his curious fingers. I began to moan from his gentle touch. I looked at Dave as he licked his lips with quivering enthusiasm. He's never witnessed another man handle my hooters before, although he had seen them handled by Quinn. It was different seeing another male caress them and begin to suckle their firm nipples. I checked to see that he was nodding with both pride and approval.

"Do you mind if I get naked, too?"

Although outwardly barely cognizant of the other male, he managed to said, "Sure, it's cool." Dave had told me later that the deal he'd struck with Jason was that we'd split the cost of me, and I'd take them both on. But, Jason would get first crack at my pussy.

Jason's hand moved down to remove my short skirt and then rubbed my hot box through the silky fabric of my panties.

"Man, you're so wet."

So I was. This encounter had me so excited, I was ready to do nearly anything. "Put your fingers in me. As many as you can fit."

He ran all four into my gash, and I came quickly. It was like throwing a thimble of water onto a textile warehouse inferno. I wanted more stimulation, way more.

I lay on the bed and spread my legs. Jason mounted me and became to pump. He may have been slender, he was wiry and strong. I came again, as Dave looked down on me. He was stoking his cock and finally came on my face. I swallowed as much of his spunk as I could and wiped the rest away with my hands.

It wasn't that much longer before Jason came inside me. I could feel his jizz shooting into me. He remained in place as his cock began to relax. Then in a few short minutes, he began to grow hard again - the abilities of a young man. Even my more experienced husband couldn't match that kind of exuberance.

Once more, he began humping away at me. I suggested changing positions and as he lay on his back, I insert his cock into my vagina with my ass facing his legs. Dave managed to jam his cock into my asshole and the two men rocked me back and forth. Waves of sensation washed over me and I came yet again.

I was fucked that night by two men in positions I've never seen expressed in Cosmo. All I know was that my first experience as a whore lasted for hours. 

Dave was the first to leave, having dropped his money on the table. I sucked off Jason for another half-hour and, he managed to leave a decent deposit in my mouth. 

When he finally departed, I attempted to recover on the mattress with the sheets more off the bed than on. I looked at the money on the table. I was now a "sex worker" as Quinn liked to describe it. To me, the term "whore" seemed deliciously appropriate.

I only wished I'd had the energy to find another trick for the evening, but I was exhausted. That would have to wait until another time.

~ ~ ~ End of Chapter 1 of 12 ~ ~ ~

Penny's Worth Ch. 02



Deceptive Little Truths

"So, then Dave began to put his cock in my mouth, while Jason was fucking me."

"Stop. I can't listen to anymore of the details." Quinn pointed down to her exposed twat. It was beginning to glisten in the bright sunlight on the beach. 

I noticed my own pussy was making my arousal obvious. I pulled on my shorts so that passersby wouldn't see my dampness.

"Sorry, my first time was so exciting." I'd already mentioned that I turned professional the previous night on the phone. She said I could start work at the Aventeen that very afternoon. There was no hesitation on my part. I couldn't wait to get down to business.

"I need to point out a few things. I want you to listen very closely to what I have to say and I know what I'm talking about here. You did a lot of things wrong. Very wrong." Quinn's tone was one of a coolly detached professional, not like the girlfriend chatter we normally had.

The light breeze had gone out of my sails. I thought I'd done very well for my first attempt. "All right, I'm listening."

She looked me straight in the eye. Her face was stern and voice direct. "Great. First, check out of that motel immediately. The place is a dump; you deserve better. It's one thing for you and Dave to play your games there. It's another to start bringing in other men. I guarantee; the manager will notice you're hooking and quick. He'll bring in the cops and you'll be modelling orange jumpsuits before you know it."

She had a point. "I hadn't thought of that. OK. On my way home. Anything else?"

Without changing tone, Quinn said, "Never again allow your husband procure a trick for you. I know you were trying to ensure he's onboard, but a man's either your husband or your pimp. He cannot be both. You never want a pimp in your life. Ever."

Now I was starting to feel kind of stupid. I thought she'd be impressed by my ingenuity. 

She wasn't done and I could feel my pussy drying up quickly. "Also, your first trick always seems so awesome. I had fantasies about mine rescuing me from my immoral path and marrying me. I know Jason must seem like a real cutie, but he's a cull, a John, a money-trick. You are a whore to him. You'll always be a whore in his eyes."

"But..." 

She cut me off harshly. "But nothing. Never get emotionally attached to a beef-burger. He's a fare and you're his stroll. There are reasons we have derogatory terms for them."

I began to stare out at the ocean. I didn't want her to see my eyes at the moment.

"Look, I'm sorry to be so harsh. I've been where you're at and nobody was around to advise me. I made a lot of mistakes and seen some real disasters."

Quinn was right. I'd been vulnerable and careless. I nodded to let her know.

"Are you sure you want to continue?"

I didn't hesitate, "Yes."

"OK. You have the talent. You're one of the most natural sex workers I've ever seen. Still, there's no substitute for experience."

I took a deep gulp to wet my throat. "I'm ready. Let go to the Aventeen."

We packed up and began the trek back to our cars. "One more thing, your husband knows your new line of work. He doesn't need or want to hear all the details. Keep those to yourself. Give him enough to be stimulating, but don't tell him too much. Men can turn on you unexpectedly."

It was well past noon, by the time we got set up in the bar of the Aventeen; I used the same outfit I'd first used with Dave. It was sexy yet showed class. This was a high-end establishment; I'd have to look the part. The cheap floozy look Dave favored had to go. Quinn and one of the other ladies forced me to tone down my makeup. 

Gloria, was a ten year veteran of the trade. "Never be too obvious," she advised me. I could tell by the way she was eyeing my clothing, I'd have to do some shopping on Sunday for something more conventional.

My new room was on the fifth floor, near the elevator. It was small, but clean and well appointed. I jiggled the bed a few times. "I suppose it will get a workout today."

Gloria smiled at my eagerness. Her bleached blonde hair was almost platinum and styled to flow just above her shoulders. Her eyes a dark brown. I guessed her to be around thirty. "Saturdays afternoons aren't our busiest. Most men are doing family things. It picks up at night. Few girls bother with Sundays. Almost no men come in. That's a big family day."

"So when is it going on here?"

"Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday afternoons. They sneak out of work and come to get laid. Friday evening is always bustling. It gets heavy until midnight."

I'd only planned to start with two days a week and maybe work up to three after I got used to things.

"Today will be a good day to start. You won't get overwhelmed, but you should see plenty of action."

I looked out of the window. The Aventeen was an old brick and mortar structure. My window once slid up but was nailed shut. My view was of a much more modern glass and steel edifice a few feet away. Still, the room wasn't inexpensive, since it included rental, tax and my share of the shelter fees. I calculated my first two tricks of the day would only have me breaking even.

Back at the bar, Gloria and Quinn offered me a few pointers and a pep talk. After that, I was on my own, a private contractor in a sex working co-op. I sat at a booth and worked away at an iced tea. The room was dimly lit for a daytime restaurant, but then it wasn't the food here that was the main course.

I sat alone for fifteen minutes. I was growing bored. "Don't read anything or look occupied," Gloria had instructed. "The Johns won't disturb you if you look busy."

I began to wonder if I was attracting any traffic at all. No one seemed to be moving past to check me out. I started to feel like that chubby little blonde at the junior high hop that sat by the wall all night and never got asked to dance. I thought of every name of the songs played that evening.

"Excuse me, can I sit down?" A man I'd say was in his fifties slid into the booth without my giving permission. He's hair with thinning and he was casually dressed in a pair of faded cargo shorts. Quinn had said the Saturday crowd was very different from the business set on weekdays.

"You're very beautiful. Are you new here?"

He must be a regular. "Yes, I'm Penny." I had to remember to smile.

"Hey Penny. You are a very pretty Penny." He laughed at his own joke. I pretended to act as if he was the first one to ever say that. I've heard it dozens of times and my real name isn't even Penny. "I'm Gary."

Through the corner of my eye I could see Gloria give me a nod that said Gary was OK. His hand went to my leg and began to explore my thigh. He was definitely in the market. Our conversation didn't go on much longer. To move it along, I asked, "Would you like to see my room? It has a great view."

Gary looked over my tits only partially obscured by my revealing top. "I'm sure it will be spectacular."

His hand was on my ass as we waited for the elevator. I was told I never was obligated to kiss a trick, but I allowed him a few tongueless tastes of my puffy lips on the ride up.

At my date's request, I pulled down his pants and began work on his cock, after his money had been placed on the table. He was average in nearly every way. His penis size was no exception. I used my practiced technique to bring him to his ultimate hardness, although he didn't have that much farther to go. Then I slowly removed my clothes and allowed him to admire my goodies. He was obviously a breast man. His hands were all over my tits and worked my nipples like they were old time radio dials.

After he sheathed up, I lay on the bed and he drove his cock into me. I remember wrapping my legs around his torso. Quinn had told me to think of happy thoughts when a trick was banging away at me. "You don't want to get bored."

Boredom wasn't a problem I was having. I was starting to cum. Really cum hard. I tried to control myself. He'd only been inside me a minute or two. I began to cry out and moan loudly. "Yes. Keep it going, fuck me harder."

He began to work at pleasuring me. I started to rock out on his knob. My pussy was flowing like a bitch. As I calmed down, I begged to be allowed to catch my breath and absently said, "Holy fuck that was good."

He kept working me as if he was trying to get the both of us off. I figured it was just opening night jitters. This was my first time alone with a John. I'd wait for him to cum and then I'd give a nice rendition of another milder organism.

Instead, my face started to turn red from embarrassment. I started to cum in an even more powerful wave. I tried to suppress my proclamations, but I couldn't hold back and screamed with delight. I spewed a torrent of obscenities and begged him not to stop. Gary to his credit honored my pleas for sluttish gratification.

He came a short time later and I cupped his nuts to make sure every bit of his seed had flowed into the reservoir at the end of his condom.

He pulled out and I said, "Pour that spunk all over my stomach. I want it on me."

He looked amazed but when ahead and dumped his junk onto my writhing body.

"You really did cum?"

"I'm a lousy actress. You should have seen some of my auditions. Maybe it's because you're my first client and I'm excited, but it was like I was in heat."

He started to dress and looked at me still laying naked on the bed, rubbing his jizz onto me. "When can I see you again, Penny. Are you here tomorrow?"

I hadn't planned my schedule yet. "Not until Tuesday." That seemed reasonable.

"What time do you get here?"

"I guess around 11 AM."

"I'll be there then. I'll get here early. I want to be your first of the day." He dropped a hundred dollar tip onto the table and departed.

That went well, I thought as I stepped into the shower. I'd been told I'd shower a lot on workdays. "Bring a good body lotion, so you skin doesn't dry out," Quinn had advised.

I rarely came more than twice a day, even with Dave, who has excellent technique and stamina. Still I thought it was just a beginner's fluke.

I was so very wrong. The next four clients were all older and less attractive than Gary. I came at least once with each of them. Mike, a guy well into his sixties and requiring some blue pill to get completely hard, got me the fuck off twice.

I hadn't even planned on doing a fifth cull that day, but I was so randy by 4 PM that I took on one more just to see if I was done. I wasn't - I came in a massive splunge. 

Four of the five men that had me that day, asked specifically to meet me again as soon as possible. I figured I'd need some rest for myself on Sunday, so I begged off on that day. It turned out, I spent most of it attaching my husband's cock, until he begged for mercy.

"Sorry, I can get my rocks off elsewhere, if you can't provide," I coolly informed him. It was like I was demented. Something had been released in me. Penny was on a tear and not about to be denied her indulgence.

~ ~ ~ End of Chapter 2 of 12 ~ ~ ~



Penny's Worth Ch. 03



Harpy

"That's not normal. Not at all." Quinn was looking at me like I was some kind of freak. I sat between her and Gloria at a booth in the restaurant. It was only 10 AM on Tuesday, and the business crowd hadn't yet arrived. I half hoped some would come in early; I wanted to get started as soon as possible.

"I've cum with clients. It happens to all of us now and then. Human physiology kicks in, but it doesn't usually happen very often," Gloria said shaking her head.

"Whatever it was; word must have gotten out about you. You not only have the four from your Saturday lined up, three more men called in to request you," Quinn said as she looked over a list. "Are you sure you can keep up your pace?"

"So far, I'm looking to fuck anything with a cock between its legs." It was a crude thing to say. However, I felt animalistic today.

"How would you feel about working something without a penis?" Gloria gave me a sly grin.

She pointed to another woman sitting at the bar. I recognized her instantly. It was Darleen, from the WHORE-PAC auction. Her red hair trailed halfway down her back in loose curly ringlets. Her long legs were crossed on the stool, and her slender frame looked stunning. I figured I'd be getting her overflow of clients today if I was lucky.

"Quinn said you found her attractive. Are you bisexual?"

"No. Well, maybe. I got off with a redhead once. I don't know really."

"Well, Darleen is very bi, and she's always looking for partners for two girl shows. Quinn thought you might be up for it."

"Really? She'd work with me? Sign me up."

Gloria walked me over to meet Darleen. She'd didn't recognize me at first. "Hey, Y'all. You're the new girl, I hear."

In addition to her beauty pageant smile, Darleen also had a heavy Southern drawl. Texas? Oklahoma? Louisiana? Wherever it was from, it sounded sexy as hell to me. I was getting a serious lady boner for her, as I thought about the two of us getting each other off in front of some customers.

Then her attitude toward me changed. "Weren't you the one at that benefit? The new piece of ass?"

"Yes. It was fun, wasn't it?"

"Whatever." Her big beauty contestant smile disappeared, and she changed instantly to a strictly business demeanor. "Have you ever done girl-on-girl arousal?"

At least, I had some background. "Sure. I did a show with Quinn. Our client had a great time."

She didn't look pleased. "Just the once? And with Quinn?"

"I'm just starting out, and Quinn is amazing."

"Look new girl, Quinn is straight, and she just doesn't get the finer points. It's more than licking another gal's puss. It has to be believable."

Quinn had told me, that although she'd done many multi-girl sessions, it was just a part of the profession for her. "I'm not attracted to women sexually. I can get off in the right circumstances, but I like cock. I have nothing against anyone who prefers other things, but it just isn't me," she explained on the beach one day when I asked about our experience together.

"I can handle it. I'm very believable. And I think you've misjudged Quinn." I wasn't sure why I felt the need to stick up for Quinn, she had no problem taking care of herself.

"Alright, I have a session at 11, and I need a partner. Two guys watch us go at each other and then swap back and forth on us when they're worked-up. These are regulars, and I want them coming back. Can you handle something like that?"

"Sure, I can get you off and take a cock in whatever orifice someone wants." My tone was sarcastic. I began to wonder why I ever thought this bitch was hot.

"Room 425. Warning, new girl, I play rough. You can run out, if things get too intense." It was an obvious challenge. Her charming Southern accent had wilted as she continued to speak. She hopped off her barstool and walked away without another word. 

It had 45 minutes to kill. I went to the booth Quinn was sitting. "You're going to work with Darleen?" 

"Yeah, I hope she can pull the stick out of her ass before that."

"She can be catty. She feels threatened by you. You're new and stealing her thunder. She was queen bee for a while. Now the men are lining up for you. She'll get over it."

"She insulted you, too. Said you weren't that good at lez work."

Quinn shrugged. "I don't concern myself with harpies. You shouldn't either. Be professional." She explained that a harpy in this case was a term for a prostitute with her talons out for someone else, a good description of Darleen.

I arrived at Darleen's room at 10:45. She barely spoke to me, and I scanned the layout uncomfortably. Her room was bigger and actually had a view out of the front of the hotel. It had two queen sized beds, as opposed to the one full-sized mattress I had in mine.

A knock on the door signaled the show was about to begin. "Hi, guys, it is just so good to see ya'll again." Her enormous fake smile flashed on instantaneously. In the form fitting Daisy May top she wore; I realized it wasn't the only thing phony about her. "This here is my new friend, Penny. She's kind of new to this, so she might be a bit slow." The Sothern accent had returned in spades as she talked about me in a deliberate manner, as if I was mentally simple. The gal could turn things on and off at will.

"I think I can manage at full speed." I grabbed the redheaded bitch and planted a kiss. My tongue worked its way into her mouth. I thought it would help if I took the lead.

"Why I do declare. You're being very forward this morning, aren't you Penny?" She pushed me aside. The men seemed to like our action. They sat and began watching us intently. Both were younger than any of my previous tricks at the Aventeen. I was introduced to neither male, but the tall one with the dark hair was kind of hot. I hoped I'd get to do him.

I went back to my pursuit of the auburn haired bitch; attempting to pull her blouse down to expose her silicon enhanced tits. She struggled to fight me off, but pretended to submit when I began to suck her nipples. She began to moan and in her deep lilting accent stated, "I'm just so ashamed of my Sapphic desires. Why, I'm so easily seduced."

I began to rub her breasts with my hand. I'd never felt a boob-job before. They were different from how my own natural tits felt. I opened my shirt and began to rub my breasts against hers. Even with the plastic inside her cans, my naturals were bigger.

Smiling demurely, she went to feel my boobs. "Your doctor did such a nice job on these. I do declare, they almost look real."

Hers are fakes I wanted to shout. Mine are big, and I have the tradeoff of having a larger frame to support them. Hers jutted out abnormally like two balloons tied to a post. I kept silent and ran my hands down to her ass to remove her skirt.

In slow teasing words said after I'd helped her strip naked, Darleen said, "I want you to lick my asshole."

Yuck. Now there was something I'd never done or for that matter, thought about. She shot me a look that said she was challenging me before straddling the bed with her bung pointed toward me. She wiggled her tart little tush as the men leered. I began by kissing each cheek with passion and then began to run my tongue along her butt crack. At least the cheap hoe had decent hygiene. 

"What're you waitin' for darlin'?"

I put my tongue into her anus. It didn't do anything for me, but wasn't as unpleasant as I'd imagined. She started to moan, in that phony tone she had. From the sounds our fares were making, I could tell they were eating this action up.

Oh, they were into it all right. A few seconds later, I began to feel a tongue being inserted into my own asshole. At first, it felt unnatural. Then it began to feel delightfully unnatural. I couldn't see which of them was doing it, but they were very good at anallingus. It swirled around and around my sensitive sphincter producing a sensation I've never before encountered.

I began to quiver. Without my clit ever being touched, I was starting to cum. I shook with the pleasure and loudly began to plead for more.

I dropped onto the floor as I attempted to recover from the intensity of the orgasm I'd just experienced. "That was amazing. I've never felt anything like that," I said with unbridled enthusiasm, as if I'd forgotten the idea that I was there solely for the gratification of the paying customers. I lay there breathing deeply, and the males grinned down upon me. I'd gotten off big time, and I didn't care that I'd scored the first climax and everyone in the room knew it.

As my mind tried to right itself, I head Darleen say, "Open your mouth, Darlin'." 

I expected a wide-mouth kiss. No. That wasn't what happened. The bitch. That fucking scanky slut bitch, spit directly into my mouth. A big wad of her saliva landed, from a few inches away, directly into my yap.

"Swallow it on down. You know you want it."

I wanted to spit it back into her trampy face. The men were laughing at my embarrassment. I wound up swallowing it. 

"Told ya, I like to play rough, Sugar. Now get over here and eat my pussy."

She lay on the bed with her legs over the edge and spread apart. A narrow highly trimmed strip of red pubic hair was visible.

I prostrated myself before her poontang and made ready to perform cunnilingus. "You look a little dry, skank." I hawked a wad of spittle onto her box and stared into her eyes before going down on her. The men hollered their approval of my retaliation.

"You little bitch. This is my play. You just waltzed in with your two-dollar ass and think you're such fucking hot shit. You don't know the first thing about this game." The accent was gone entirely. Her South had retreated entirely.

In between lapping at her clit, I came back at her. "You dried-up old whore. I can't figure out why anyone would pay to see your freckled old ass."

The clients were just egging us on. I could see their erections waving at us.

Then it happened. She hit my button. "You don't belong here. This is a class operation. Quinn must have talked them into letting a fat pig like you work here."

She'd called me fat. I began to see red. I stood up and jumped on top of her. I grabbed at her hair. "You dirty old bitch. Fuck you, cunt."

The guys pulled me off before I'd done any damage. They held us apart as we continued to hurl insults at each other. We were both lowered onto the bed on our stomachs and I felt a cock inserted into my pussy and watched Darleen being held down next to me. The good looking guy rammed his cock into her. They each pushed into us, but we barely noticed. We glared and bellowed venom toward each other.

The only thing that slowed me down was the amazing orgasm I began to experience. I halted my verbal assault of the redheaded slut and screamed out, "Fuck me, keep going. I'm going all the way." The way I trembled, everyone knew I wasn't capable of faking it. 

As I caught my breath, I heard Darleen begin to cum. This time it wasn't her faking either. She wasn't believable enough to make sounds like that, if it wasn't real.

At some point, the client came inside me and then they switched and I received another deposit of sperm in my cootch. That wasn't important. I managed to cum one more time and Darleen just lay on the mattress like a lump as they pumped away at her scrawny slit.

I left with the men and rode the elevator down with them. "You two were amazing. That was the hottest session we've ever had with Darleen," the good-looking one said.

"You haven't treated yourself's to a decent team, have you?"

They both laughed, I suppose thinking I was still going with the act. I wasn't acting.

"We have to see what the two of you will come up with next."

I got out at the lobby, as they continued on to the underground parking. I hoped to never deal with the scaly tramp again. Yet, somehow I had the feeling I hadn't seen the last of her. 

~ ~ ~ End of Chapter 3 of 12 ~ ~ ~



Penny's Worth Ch. 04



The Suite Life

Arriving home at 7 PM that night, I was still angry. I knew I was running late, but I'd serviced seven clients that day, more or less using them to take out my frustrations with the harpy and it took a lot longer than planned. I was still dressed in my working clothes. Dave greeted me as soon as I walked through the door.

"How'd things go today?" He looked me over, and I could see a bulge build in his pants when he saw me in a short red dress and my stiletto heels.

"I don't want to talk about it. I had a rough day." I grabbed him and dragged him into the bedroom. I whipped his belt off, hurled it across the room and pulled down his trousers. His cock welcomed me with its stiffness.

"It this Stella or Penny I'm talking to?"

"If this was Stella, wouldn't I be wearing a bra?" I opened the front of my dress and let my boobs out, holding them up for him to fondle. 

He remained calm, be enquired, "When will Stella be back?"

"She's getting an all-night manicure or something. In the meantime, put your cock into any one of my available orifices. Your choice, I don't care which one; just fuck something."

I was gently picked up and placed onto the bed. His removed the rest of his clothes and ran his penis into my vagina. It felt good. He began to kiss me. It was what I needed.

"What happened? You're upset."

"I...I got into a fight with one of the women. Remember the redhead from the party?"

"Yeah. Doris or something like that. You argued with her?"

"Darleen. We got into more than an argument. It got physical." My voice was beginning to quiver.

"You got into a catfight? You?"

"I jumped on top of her. She insulted me. Some people had to pull us apart."

Dave began ramming me harder and harder. "I can't believe you were rolling around with another chick." He was apparently excited by the concept of a girl fight, just like the two clients that watched us go at it. "What did she say to set you off?"

My lips began to shake, and I fought the urge to cry. "She called me...she said I was fat." My voice shook.

"Baby, where do you get that? You're not fat. You're gorgeous. You are an incredibly beautiful woman. You have to believe me on this."

"You aren't fat." The other three words every woman wants to hear. "Keep talking. I need to hear this."

He did as he hammered away at me. It worked; I relaxed and let myself go. It took time, but I came in yet another blast. I didn't expect to and didn't think I even deserved it from the way I'd lost my temper. I stopped keeping track of the number of climaxes I'd had today. The angrier I felt, the easier it seemed for me to get off. The clients may have loved it, but in reality, I was just being selfish. Now I was getting off in my husband's loving arms. Dave went to sleep with pissed-off Penny and woke with contented Stella. 

~ ~ ~

The elevator rose to the top floor of the Aventeen. Quinn inserted a key card into a slot, and the doors opened into a suite of rooms. Unlike the rest of the rooms, the furnishings here were not outdated. They were sleek and modern. The panoramic view from the window presented a city skyline worthy of a postcard. "Welcome to the Presidential Suite," she said.

We both looked around with a sense of awe. This place was impressive. "You've never been here either?" I asked.

"No, it's always been too rich for my blood. But, if Penny and Bernadette are going to go over as well I as think, this is where we want to showcase them. We're going to charge a premium for their services, and we need to present an elite experience."

Premium was the right term. The giant living room had a grouping of white sofas surrounding an oversized glass topped coffee table. There were two master bedrooms, with doors on each side of a cast concrete fireplace mantle. We'd paid an exorbitant amount of money for the day. I hoped we could make it back and turn a profit.

"Early to bed, early to rise, fuck like hell and advertise," Quinn had joked when she told me about her plans. We'd managed to line up a list of clients for the day by handing out business cards to potential customers. So far, we had a nearly full schedule, but the real success would depend on positive word of mouth.

I remembered Gloria's words of caution. "It's still a gimmick. Celebrity workers are nothing new. Back in the mid-nineties, Rachael and Monica were all the rage. For a while, there were even two sets at the Aventeen. For a while we had a Phoebe. Men could book a double Rachael, if they wanted it. Then the show got old and the acts went stale. Don't over play it." 

"We plan to keep it limited and high end," Quinn had retorted. At a thousand dollars for each of us, this act wasn't for the budget minded.

Looking over a few holes in the schedule, I suggested, "The two guys I did with Darlene the other day; they seemed to have money. They might go for a decent girl-on-girl show."

Quinn turned and gave me a harsh expression, "No, absolutely not. Even though we're independent contractors in this business, we never poach each other's clients. Its poor form and it can always come back to bite you."

"Sorry, it's just that Darlene performs like a dead body."

"I don't like her either. However, she's a spiteful bitch. If we plunder her tricks, she'll live to get back at us. If you don't like her, and I agree, she is hard to work with, do what I do - don't work with her again."

"OK, you're right." I tried to be convincing. I hated myself for it, but I'd already agreed to another dual trick. She called me the previous day and before she even said hello, she started the conversation with, "Twenty-five hundred dollars. That is what the Brovloski brothers will pay you to perform with me again." 

"But we hate each other." I regretted not hanging up on her immediately.

"Twenty-five hundred dollars. They know we hate each other; they're into it. Again, it's twenty-five hundred dollars. One hour. Be professional."

"Don't spit in my mouth."

"I can't guarantee it. I tend to go with the moment, but I'll try to stick to verbal abuse."

"No, fat remarks."

"Alright. But you are a self-righteous little cunt. I want you to know that."

"And you're a burned-out bogus old whore." We both meant what we were saying. I reluctantly agreed to another session later in the week.

By the time our first Penny and Bernadette client arrived at 11 AM, we'd rehearsed our parts. Bernie had most of the best lines, and I was mainly the window dressing, which suited me just fine.

"Well, Penny, I'm sure Ed here would prefer to fuck me first, but maybe you should get him started." Her voice was high-pitched and a close impression. She'd even perfected the broad blank smile. I had to admit; she was affecting as the character; my motor was starting to run just listening to her.

I pulled out his cock and began a BJ. He rose quickly, as Bernie stood on her tip toes to begin kissing him.

"So, are you ready to fuck me now, mister?"

I interrupted, "So, am I just supposed to watch?"

In a near furious squeal, Bernie said, "That's it, I've had enough of your complaining. I should take you over my knee and spank your ass until you learn to behave."

I continued with a self-pitying whine, until she asked our guest if she should really spank me. The men loved the interactivity of the scenario. My yoga pants were pulled down and my butt cheeks received a nice reddening. 

From there, I was forced to make amends by licking Bernadette's cunt. Quinn showed how much better an actress she was that Darleen by convincingly yelping out her orgasm after an appropriate interval.

The third act consisted of the two off us standing naked in front of him and insisting he select his favorite. It was no surprise to me that sixty percent of the time, they choose Bernadette. I knew I would have. The loser, French kissed the winner while she was being screwed and assisted the John in cuming.

By the end of the day, we'd picked up four more customers just based on the buzz going around about us.

Quinn counted our money. "We scored twelve thousand today. Even with the costs of everything, that's thirty-eight-hundred apiece. Not a bad day's work." I could tell she was ecstatic.

Should we add another day?

"No, Gloria's right. We don't want to burn this shtick out. However, I think we can tighten the spiel and wedge another trick in. We need to riff on the play a bit, too, but it's good. Damn good."

We took a long warm shower together, washing each other's backs to help with sore muscles. Despite having licked each other's pussies most of the day, there wasn't anything sexual to it. Darleen had convinced me, I wasn't bisexual. It was just two friend's relaxing in luxury after a long day's work. Even so, I'd had four good solid legitimate orgasms when she was eating my cunt. I'm sure I'll never be able to watch that show again, without getting turned on. 

~ ~ ~

The next morning, the two of us sat on the beach, looking out at the blue ocean. Warm, naked and tanned.

"I see your surf rider is out there again."

"He's not mine. I've never spoken to him. I just enjoy his form."

I could tell she liked his form all right. I looked to see that her pussy was slightly damp and it wasn't from perspiration from the heat.

"Why don't you talk to him? He's really cute."

She laughed. Quinn had it all figured out. She always thought she did. "Look at him. He's out here during the day, all the time. He probably works as a part time busboy, has five, no six roommates and can't string more than a half dozen syllables together."

"So, he's a big dumb hunk of beef?"

"I'd want more than that, if I were to put the time and effort into dating a guy. Physical attraction isn't everything."

"But, you do have some physical attraction?"

"Sure, but I'm not looking for a purely physical relationship. I can get all of that I want and more."

This was usually the point where Quinn would go into some deep psychological or political analysis and then we'd head home. That wasn't going to happen today. I watched as surfer guy landed down shore from us. I pulled on a pair of shorts and a tee. I was going to instigate a change.

"Don't move from here. Don't you dare move." My tone was authoritative and commanding. I stood and trotted in the surfer's direction. Quinn sat gaping, still naked, with her mouth hanging open.

~ ~ ~ End of Chapter 4 of 12 ~ ~ ~



Penny's Worth Ch. 05



Parts per Million

The surfer carried his board onto the beach and buried its tail into the soft sand so that it stood upright. I was thankful that he was in the process of putting on a pair of long shorts as I approached. That would make our introductions less awkward.

"Hi, my name's Stella. I wanted to ask you something." I smiled pleasantly and used a sweet friendly non-confrontational tone.

"Hello, Stella, nice to meet you. I'm Ryan. Beautiful day, isn't it? What would you like to ask?" He had a friendly smile, in which the right corner of his mouth rose slightly higher than the other. 

I thought he was very sexy and natural. He could also speak in more than a few simple grunts, so we were off to a good start. "Do you see my friend down the beach? She's been coming here for years." I pointed in her direction; Quinn looked down as if she was about to hide her head in the sand. Still she obeyed my command not to move.

"Oh, sure. I recognize her. I've seen her around. She's very cute."

So far, so good. "Do you believe in fate?"

"I've never really put much thought into it, but I guess it can happen. What about you?"

I shook my head. "Not at all. I'm married, so I'm asking for my friend, who didn't put me up to this. Another question that you can answer yes or no. Are you married, gay, in a committed relationship, not interested or just think this situation is too weird?"

He listened and processed my inquiry. "Ah, no to all of that." His smile grew.

"OK. Back to fate. Fate might have the two of you meet and see if you'd hit it off. It also might have the two of you alone on the beach until we all grow old. Would you be interested in meeting her and seeing if you'd want to take things from there? No guarantees of anything else, just a meeting."

Ryan laughed aloud. "Sure, I'd like to meet your friend."

I motioned him along with me and we walked toward Quinn. She looked embarrassed and continued to sit there in the nude.

"Have you ever considered you might be a part of fate? It somehow chose you for this?"

"I'm just a busybody. I get enough philosophy for my friend. She has a theory behind everything."

We approached, and Quinn stood. I could see how uncomfortable she was. She quickly pulled on her shorts and tee. 

"This is Ryan." I left the rest up to them.

He started the conversation. "I'm pleased to finally get an opportunity to talk to you. Stella wanted us to meet, but didn't give me your name."

I wanted her to say something. She looked at me nervously. She'd never heard my real name before. For a woman who dealt with dozens of men each week, this was something she seemed for want of a better term, shy about.

At last, she spoke. "Hi, I'm Miriam. This is awkward, isn't it?"

"It is at that. But, fate or Stella seems to want to put us in touch today. Who am I to try to argue with either of them?"

My eyes must have sparkled. He could not only speak, but he had a sense of humor.

"So, how do you manage to get to the beach so often during the day? Do you work nights?" Quinn was if nothing, direct and to the point.

"I'm an emergency-room physician. Thoracic surgery, mostly. I work the night shifts. I come here because it keeps me sane to forget the day to day pressures."

I beamed. Busboy, ha. Quinn began to ignore me.

"I'm in real estate investment, among other business interests." I could see she was impressed by what I dragged back. I began a brief walk along the shore. They could handle their own fate now. 

By the time Quinn and I left the beach, her attitude had changed. She seemed like the cat that had swallowed the cannery, especially when I tried to pump her for information. 

"Do you think you'll go out with Ryan?"

"I haven't decided yet."

"Did he get your phone number or did you get his?"

"We may talk at some point."

"I didn't know your real name was Miriam. I'll always think of you as Quinn."

"I didn't know you're a Stella. I'll never think of you now as anything else."

"You told him you're in real estate?"

"I am. I invested heavily in rental property, especially during the market crash. I own well over a million dollars' worth in condos I lease out."

"There's a lot I never knew about you."

"You just had to ask. However, I never said I'd answer." 

~ ~ ~

Room 425; a place I never thought I'd see again. I arrived at the scheduled time and not one second before. I made sure the money was on the table, before I began. "Just so you guys know the only reason I'm here is because I'm being paid to be in the room with this bitch." It might as well have been said, it showed on my face.

"Now ladies, you just need to relax. Come on, kiss and makeup," said Mike, the cute brother. They'd finally been introduced to me. Darleen was the last person I wanted to kiss, but I glanced at the money and puckered up.

"You can use your tongue, if you want." The harpy made it sound like a challenge.

We both stood in the middle of the room dressed only in panties. I put my lips to hers and ran my tongue past her lips. Our kiss was dramatically open mouthed for benefit of our two viewers. In our French kiss, my tongue searched for hers, but she made the effort not to meet mine. You fucking alley cat, this is such an unprofessional snub; I fumed silently to myself.

I opened my eyes in a narrow slit. Darleen was staring at me fisheyed. "Forget it. She's just trying to creep me out." I broke off our embrace. "I'll just lick her cunt and get on with this show."

Bob, the other Brovloski pointed toward my panties. The front had already gotten soaked from my juices. "You must have enjoyed something about the kiss, you're totally excited."

Damn it. He was right. As much as I despised this fuck princess, there was something about angry intimacy with her that got my motor revving. "She just gets my emotions going. I guess my twat can't distinguish between lust and loathe."

Both men laughed and rubbed my dripping cunt through the panties. Darleen insisted in running her hand inside them and then putting a finger saturated with my fluid into her mouth.

"She's not faking it. She may say she hates me, but I think she still has the hots for me." Word had somehow gotten out about how I was initially so taken by her exquisite sensuality at the WHORE-PAC benefit that it had gotten back to her.

"She actually said she wanted to turn bi just for little old me. Can you believe I'd ever take her as a lover? She's such a streetwalker."

I'd learned early on; the term streetwalker is a supreme insult among the professional workers here. Quinn completely looked down at those low caste members of our trade. "They give us a bad name," I'd heard her say more than once.

"Up yours, skank. I didn't realize what a plastic filled woodworker you are." I flashed my middle figure directly into her face. A woodworker, is a pro that does nothing but lay there and allow the John to do all the work. It was an accurate description of Darleen.

"Well, why don't you just go ahead and eat me." She slid her panties down to her heels and kicked them off, before sitting on the bed and spreading her legs. As commanded, I bent down in front of her, placing a hand firmly on top of each thigh. I buried my head between her freckled legs and went to work. She maintained a broad smile across her yapper.

From the dirty hoe's cunt, I felt a thick glob of sperm being pulled into my mouth.

"Oh, I forgot to mention, the boys here have been fucking me for the last hour. I didn't have time to clean up. I didn't think you'd mind, especially given your own lack of hygiene.

I pulled away. The semen was running down my saturated chin. "You unprofessional bitch," is the last thing I can clearly remember shouting at her. I spontaneously came in a shockingly unexpected rush of raw emotion. From there, I can only recall both men holding me down and taking turns fucking me repeatedly. They switched turns in my pussy as Darleen sat on the bed and hurled insults at me. 

The more the harpy insulted me, the quicker I came. I wanted to retort, but I was too busy begging them not to stop humping away at my fevered pink palace. I couldn't tell if I had one prolonged organism or it was simply a series of intensive climaxes back to back. I was out of my head with pure lust for cock, and a burning distain for Darleen.

By the time I fully regained my senses, both brothers had their cocks buried in my inflamed pussy and shot their loads simultaneously.

Darleen looked at her watch and stated, "Well, Sugar, I guess your times up. The boys have gotten their fill of you. Why don't you put on your cheap lingerie and trot back to your cut-rate little room?"

I was almost ready to do exactly that, when I decided not to allow the ice queen to get the best of me. "Not, yet, you old rasp. Not til I get you off. My treat boys."

Darleen spread her legs on the bed again. "If you want to waste your time, go right ahead."

I dove in and ignored the drying spunk on her vulva. I used the round and around the clit technique Quinn had taught me. It took ten minutes, but she began to moan in what was probably the first real blast off she'd had in days. She began cursing at me.

I stood and dressed. "By the way, Darleen, Quinn taught me how to get a woman off." I shot an icy stare toward her.

"You two are like putting a pair of Siamese fighting fish in a jar. That was fantastic," Mike said.

Before I departed, we each received a generous tip. I repeatedly counted the money on the ride down to my cut-rate little room. It was generous compensation. An outrageous haul, really. Even five times that amount would not be enough to get me to work with Darleen again. 

~ ~ ~

Freshly scrubbed and disinfected, an hour later, I sat at the hotel bar, drinking a vodka tonic to wash Darleen out of my mind. 

"Excuse me, Señorita, I was hoping to make your acquaintance." The speaker was a distinguished looking gentleman in an expensive business suit and a polished appearance. He offered to refresh my drink.

"I already have a drink, and you don't. Why don't I buy you what I'm having?"

He laughed at our sudden role reversal. "My name is Emile Suárez. I will insist on buying the second round."

We wound up having that second round, but not at the bar. Instead, the drinks were delivered to the Presidential suite, and we enjoyed them in his bed.

~ ~ ~ End of Chapter 5 of 12 ~ ~ ~



Penny's Worth Ch. 06



A Few Poignant Remarks

Suárez raised his vodka tonic up to me as we sat at the bar. "To a woman of remarkable beauty and intelligence. I am fortunate to be able to enjoy your company this evening." 

He had charm to spare. Although the man must have been twice my age, he had a rugged weather handsomeness, with pepper grey hair and piercing dark eyes that make me want to spend my time with him.

"So what brings you to the Aventeen? Business, pleasure, a mixture of both."

"I am here on business, but that must always include some sense of pleasure. I stay at this establishment because of its many fine amenities."

The word 'amenities' was implicit code for the kind of services I provided. It excited me that he was so direct. "Yes, there are so many attractions this hotel has to offer for the man willing to acquire such things." I moved my crossed legs into his view. The communication between us was very clear.

He confidently placed his hand on my leg just above my hemline. My heart quickened as he gazed into my eyes. "If you would care to come to my suite for our next round, I can make your time very worthwhile."

With scarcely another word, Suárez took my hand in his and we moved toward the elevator. He was tall and well built. He moved in a way that seemed as if he always controlled the situation around him.

We traveled to the top floor, and his key card opened to the Presidential suite. "Have you seen this penthouse before?"

"No," I lied. Quinn and I had used it a few times so far for our girl-on-girl celebrity imitation sessions and had it booked again three days from now. "It's very impressive." 

It was then I noticed three other men seated across the room, who seemed to be preforming some kind of computer work. They acknowledged Suárez's presence with a subservient nod. One of them periodically seemed to glance my way. I felt as if he disapproved of my companionship with Suárez, but I refused to concern myself. 

A forth younger man stood silently in the corner, his face not betraying any emotion. I wasn't sure at that time, but I took him to possibly be a bodyguard.

"We work until all hours. But, for me it is time to relax," he said to me as we walked toward the bedroom door to the right of the fireplace mantle. "See that I am only disturbed by room service," Suárez instructed the rest of his people.

The door had just closed behind us when I began to rise up on my toes and began to embrace him for the kiss we both wanted. His hand caressed the small of my back as our lips explored each other's. As I'd hoped, it lowered itself to traverse the fine curvature of my ass. I pressed toward him with the front of my body.

Moments later a gentle tap sounded on the bedroom door. A waiter wheeled in a cart containing our vodka drinks, mixers and a bottle of Absolut that he'd never verbally ordered. As we'd departed the bar, he had only pointed to the bartender at his glass. Whoever Suárez was, he carried serious clout in this hotel.

I took a sip and handed him a glass. "Shall I?" I began to unbutton my blouse. He watched intently as my breasts became more visible.

He opened his wallet and placed a number of large denomination bills on the table. It would have been gauche in this environment to have counted the money or even to have named a specific price. I barely glanced toward to currency except from the corner of my eye, I could tell he was being very generous.

My breasts became fully exposed as he turned his attention from the mundane financial segment of our encounter and began to concentrate on the pleasures that awaited both of us.

He held my breasts in his hands and went to work sucking my nipples. As we consumed our alcohol, I removed my clothing, and he poured a small amount of the Absolut down my cleavage and then licked it off of my breasts.

For the next hour, he lay on the bed and I reclined against his bent legs with his penis inside me. I moved up and down purposefully as he occasionally handed me the bottle, and I swigged directly from it. His hands periodically danced across by swaying breasts.

By my fifth swallow, I was more than tipsy and ready to cum. I let myself go loose and screamed out loud. I was sure his men in the other room already knew he was a talented woman pleaser. Between the drinks, his solid rod worked over my moist vagina and his consistent dialog of my exquisite loveliness, it was easy to orgasm. 

He took a gulp of the Absolut and told me not to hold back as I shouted, "Oh yes, this is it, oh yes, keep it going."

At last, he shot into me and squeezed my breasts with a firm, yet tender touch. 

I disengaged his cock and lay nearly exhausted next to him. "You are an amazing lover, sir. That was fantastic."

"Please, call me Suárez from now on. And it was you who are amazing."

"I should go, but I truly had a good time tonight." I hoped he'd take the hint and ask to see me again.

As if reading my mind, he said, "I depart in the morning, but we shall meet again. I find myself enraptured by your presence."

After I'd dressed, I shamelessly and zealously kissed him goodnight, wishing he would simply tear my clothes off, toss me back onto the bed and have me all over again.

As I left the penthouse, his men never looked up toward me, but I could feel the scrutiny of the bodyguard tracking my every movement.

In the elevator ride down, I quickly flipped through the money I'd received. In the two sessions I'd had today, I'd earned more than what both Penny and Bernadette did in an eight-hour series combined.

I stopped at the front desk on my way out of the hotel. I signaled the clerk. "I'd like to change my reserved room," I informed him. "Instead, what do you have that is larger than Darleen's room?"

"Room 419 has more square footage and dual king beds. It's double the rate you're currently paying."

"Yes, that will do. Thank you." I was sure I could afford the larger overhead. I was moving up in the order of things and as Quinn had said, a premium price required an elite experience. 

~ ~ ~

I arrived home to find Dave seated in his easy chair watching the evening news. I kissed him in a raw animal manner that let him know; Penny was here and that Stella wouldn't be home until much later.

I couldn't help but notice the tail end of the coverage of a joint press conference story that they were covering. Above a banner that read, "Nicaraguan Minister of Defense", I heard a man say, "The terrorist threat coming for elements within my nation is very real and poses a major direct challenge to both the United States and Nicaragua. With the close partnership of both our nations, these forces shall be defeated before they have a chance to strike at the heart of our two great democracies."

Dave pointed to the television and said, "This guy makes so much sense. Finally, someone not afraid to lay out the problems the US faces." Dave had never been very interested in politics before.

The man on the television continued, "With the support of the United States, we the Nicaraguan people will do what is necessary to eliminate these extremists and assure the safety of all citizens of our mutual continent." 

Dave looked at the screen. "He has this country's back. I love this guy."

I came close to blurting out, "I just fucked that guy." I managed to catch myself in time.

"Sorry, I get so worked up when I hear him talk. The really good thing about him, is that he's doing a lot of business with our regional defense contractors. It's going to mean a lot of new jobs for the local economy."

I decided to change the conversation. I immediately tossed off my top and pulled down my jeans. I stood in front of Dave in only a pair of panties. "You can do something good for my pussy right now." I climbed onto his lap and began to kiss him.

Dave's hand worked its way inside my undies, and his fingers began to operate my clitoris. "Did you have a lot of sex today?"

"That still excites you doesn't it? No, just two sessions. Well, four people were involved. Darleen was one of them."

He knew already how much I hated that evil bitch. He realized he was in for a wild night because my blood was bound to be running hot.

"Why do you continue to work with her?" My pussy was already spewing it's nectar over his fingers."

"I'm done with her. Today was the last straw. I don't want to talk about her. I just want to fuck and then fuck some more."

"Can we go into the bedroom?" 

"No, I am too fired up. Fuck me in the chair."

I yanked his pants off and as he sat there while I lowered myself onto his cock as I faced forward. Dave started to pump, but it was me doing most of the movement. I looked down and could see my hubby's erection immersed between the lips of my vulva. Since the dulling effects of the Vodka had worn off by this point, my mind drifted back to my clash with the disgusting harpy.

"Her cunt was filled with cum when she had me licking it. It was revolting. She's revolting."

"Oh, fuck, that's getting me hot, Baby. What's her pussy taste like?"

"Like it's been overused." My mind began to drift to what was on the television news. Once again General Suárez was shown addressing another group of civic leaders. This time he was talking about his nation's purchasing of drones to combat the extremists in the jungles of his homeland.

Looking at him and being screwed by my husband cause me to erupt in a massive orgasm. Even as intense as it was, I kept moving on his hard stick. I wanted more fucking, a lot more.

It was then that I wondered to myself, would I have had sex with Suárez without having been paid to do so? As strange as the concepts seemed, that would have felt like I'd cheated on my spouse. To make matters worse, I now knew Suárez was an international power player. Power in men is like a natural aphrodisiac to women. 

I hated to admit this to myself, but if I had known, Suárez could have easily seduced me. It was a good thing he instead would forever after think of me as a sex worker. At least, it was some measure of defense against a potential infidelity toward my husband. Still, I hoped Suárez had meant it when he promised we'd meet again.

I contemplated the conundrum of my moral weakness. Then I came again. "Fuck. I'm such a total slut."

"Yeah, you're a slut and I love it, keep going; I'm getting near the edge."

"I'm a promiscuous tramp." It was only partially the frenzied cry of climax. It was mostly an unrecognized guilty confessional.

~ ~ ~ End of Chapter 6 of 12 ~ ~ ~



Penny's Worth Ch. 07



Against The Wall

I arrived at the Presidential suite midmorning. Quinn was already in residence, and I found her meditating nude on the outside terrace. Her eyes were closed, and she sat upright under the sun nearly oblivious to everything around her. 

"Since when have you meditated?"

"I just started. It helps with stress. This is going to be a long day. I need to mentally prepare for the riggers and remove disharmonious energies." She uncrossed her legs and began to towel off her perspiration.

"Where'd you pick this up? Your idea of reflection was always just sunning on a beach towel."

"Ryan. OK. I've been seeing him. He's been teaching me. He knows stress, and he's good at coping." She looked at me as if I'd put her through an inquisition.

Involuntarily, I smiled broadly. I told you so; that's what I wanted to say. "So, he's a decent guy, huh?"

Her arms conveyed a defensive pose. "Yeah, he's great. We both love the beach, and he's a good conversationalist. So far, we've gone out a few times and it's been going OK."

"Is he a good lover?" Now I was just taunting her.

"I'm not saying we've gone that far." She turned her head and confessed in an enthusiastic whisper. "He's fantastic. I've never had a man spend as much time taking care of my needs."

"Is there anything you want to say to me about forcing you to finally meet him?"

She looked at me in a brief moment of silence and then laughed, "Yeah, if he breaks my heart, it's entirely your fault."

We dressed in our Bernadette and Penny personas and readied ourselves for a steady onslaught of customers. Our schedule was packed for the day. I received the first two fuckings. We'd added a new part to our scenario where Bernie would pry my reluctant legs apart for the client to dive into. Penny was the one being controlled by an angry Bernadette, who'd yell, "Stop complaining; he just wanted to fuck you. Don't be a big baby about it," in her high pitched voice.

In the shower together, as we cleaned up, Quinn mentioned, "I've been cutting back on my regular schedule. I've decided to concentrate on seeing how things go with Ryan."

"Really? You're getting serious about him? That's wonderful." My voice conveyed pure delight. Perhaps a little too eagerly.

"You're nearly as excited about him, as my mother would have been for me to be dating a doctor." Quinn had once confided to me that both her parents were killed in an airline accident, when she was seventeen. She'd been on her own ever since.

"I'm going to focus on our gimmick here and cut back on the rest."

There was a lot more I wanted to hear about her new male interest but the elevator doorbell rang. It was more than a half-hour before our next client was due. I looked at the closed circuit camera inside the elevator, and it was Gloria. She looked concerned.

"I need to talk to Penny."

Minutes later, she sat on the sofa and said, "It's nothing to really worry about. We've all been there."

Now I was becoming concerned, "What's up?"

"Do you remember Deputy Mark Hoobler from the WHORE-PAC benefit?"

My heart nearly stopped beating. He's the man who dragged me back to the auction. How could I ever forget him? "Am I in some kind of trouble?"

She patted my arm, "No; it's not that. Not really. He wants a session with you. He usually turns up sooner or later for most of us."

Quinn nodded her head knowingly. "I did him about a dozen times when I first started here. It's like an initiation thing."

"I don't see the big deal. He's not that a bad looking guy or anything."

Gloria shook her head. "He expects free-bees. He never pays or tips. Think of it as a right to work expense."

"He'd bust girls who don't put out to him?"

"No, but he's a man you want on your side. He can fix things if there's ever trouble. If he's not in your corner, you might have to deal with legal issues yourself. You want his protection."

"How bad can it be?"

Gloria interjected, "He has some unique sexual preferences. It isn't anything rough; it's just different. Let's just say, he loves being enforcement."

At our lunch break, I phoned Dave and explained I'd be an hour late. When I briefly explained, I'd have to fuck a cop, he seemed rather excited. "I may be too tired for you tonight."

"It's OK; I'll be thinking about you being grilled. I may be too tied, too." 

~ ~ ~

As instructed, I dressed down for the deputy's trick; a pair of ragged jeans, a tee shirt with holes in it and a pair of sluttish white heels. The shirt was borrowed and too small. My boobs were tightly packed in like it was sausage casing, and my nipples protruded through the thin fabric.

Deputy Hoobler waited in my room, and I looked shocked when I saw him. "So, you didn't think I could track you down?"

Role play is nothing new in the trade; Penny and Bernadette were indicative of that, although this was my first bad girl, corrupt cop scene.

"Shit. I thought I'd slipped you. What do you want from me?" I sounded as tough as I could. I was told not to laugh, no matter what.

He grabbed my arm. "I hear you've been selling your ass out on the streets again."

"That's a lie. I hook; sure. But, I ain't no two bit whore."

He shook me. "You'd better not be. This city doesn't tolerate that kind of thing."

I was propped up with my hands on the wall. "I'm gonna frisk you. Are you holding anything I should know about?"

"Just a set of 38Ds in this shirt and a pussy that always willing to accommodate a cop."

"Save it sister. I can't be bought."

Actually, you can; I thought. The benefit, this silly staged performance. I kept my thoughts to myself and stuck to script. 

His hands explored my body from stem to stern. He lingered on my boobs the longest.

"I may just run you in anyway."

"No. I'm still on probation. I'll do anything you want, just don't pinch me."

"I might go easy this time if you put out."

"Sure, copper, sure. You can give it to me good." I was getting dangerously close to mimicking James Cagney.

"Pull off the clothes and put your hands back on the wall."

Moments later, I leaned against the wall, in nothing but the white heels. He pulled out a condom from a wrapper and rolled it over his own cock. That was usually my job, but it was important for me to keep my hands on the wall.

With his pants down and shirt still on, he inserted his cock onto my pussy. I pushed out from my position to help him humping me, but he commanded me to stay still. He came a few minutes later. Who knows, I might have been able to come myself, but it didn't go on long enough.

With that, he rolled the rubber off and dropped it on the floor. "Get dressed and clean that up. I'll be checking on you again. Keep your nose clean."

With that he left. No parting comments. Just a quick pump and dump.

Later, I asked Gloria, "Does it always go that way?"

"Almost down to the letter. He likes a set routine to get off. It's not the weirdest thing I've ever been asked to do and he's done quickly. What more can you ask?"

Not much really. For the next month he visited me once a week. Same script, same three minute wham-bam and out the door. Then he stopped visiting without explanation. I was told he was simply ready to move on to some other lucky girl. 

For me, the end of my obligations to the Deputy Hoobler marked the end of a rite of passage I had to go through. It said that I'd paid my dues and I was now done with men like Hoobler.

~ ~ ~

The next change came a few weeks later. Bernadette and Penny had finished off another session. Other than during the show for our clients, Quinn had been quiet for most of the day. After we'd showered, we sat relaxing on the sofa covered only in the heavy white terrycloth robes that came complementary with the Presidential suite. 

"There's something I need to talk to you about." Her voice sounded nervous.

"Is everything OK?"

She left out her left hand. There was an engagement ring on her finger. "Ryan liked it enough to put a ring on it." The stone was impressive. Her expression conveyed how thrilled she was to finally be able to share the news with me.

"That's fantastic," I shouted. We both squealed like a couple of school girls. "And you said it would never work with the surfer dude."

"OK. You were right. Thank you for proving me wrong." She hugged me.

Then her mood turned serious. "There's one other thing. Today; this was my last trick. I wanted to finish up with you, but I'm quitting the business. I hope this doesn't leave you in a jam." Our working partnership was done. I could see she was worried about my reaction.

"Don't worry, I'm doing fine." Quinn was my friend. I'd be lost in this trade without her initial guidance. In our partnership, Quinn was the leader, star, writer, director and editor. That was the problem. I didn't need it anymore. I'd bypassed her some time ago. I'd learn what I could, and now it was time to leave the nest. Her timing couldn't have been better. "It's best to draw the curtain of the B and P show, while it's still on top."

Quinn nodded knowing I was saying something we both knew to be true, but neither had said for fear of hurting the other. B and P had run its course. We weren't packing the schedules like we used to. It had been months, and the act was growing stale and mundane. We both knew, in a short time, we wouldn't be able to justify the penthouse overhead and would have to move it downscale.

As far as Penny's persona went, I was only using it for this girl-on-girl show and at home for Dave. Most of my more upscale customers knew me now as Vivian. I was doing a more sophisticated look and style during the rest of the week. I was no longer trying to imitate some celebrity. Vivian was in her own class and was earning in a few hours what B and P combined did all day. 

Quinn looked around at our fancy venue. "I guess we'll both miss this place."

I didn't have the heart to tell her, I was here for three days earlier in the week entertaining Emile Suárez and had made a small fortune doing it.

"No, we're not going to quietly close the door behind us. We have the place until morning. Dave's out of town on business. Is Ryan working the night shift?"

"He rarely gets off before 6AM. What do you have in mind?"

"Lots of booze, male strippers and the hottest whores this hotel has to offer. If that isn't a recipe for complete debauchery, I don't know what is."

She looked hesitant. 

"Your last day. No is not an answer."

~ ~ ~

By 10 PM our impromptu party was just beginning to get rocking. Picture a dozen sisters of sin, most of us barely dressed and all drunk out of our minds. The music was pumping so hard that the walls nearly shook.

Hayden a former pole dancer and stripper from New York who'd transitioned to dominatrix, was doing a slow grind on top of the coffee table and had just removed her G-string. She wiggled seductively before the woman of honor, displaying her bald snatch in front of Quinn's laughing face. As Hayden turned around, her long blonde hair whipped over Quinn's exposed breasts.

Someone shouted, "Lap dance." It could have been me; I was too bombed to be sure. Without further encouragement, the naked dancer planted her ass firmly in Quinn's crotch and began to rub her ass across her legs.

Quinn laughed and ran her hands of the other's boobs. Hayden spun around and came face to face with Quinn. "Legend has it you're the best kisser this place ever had," Hayden said in a deceitfully innocent voice. With that she placed her lips to Quinn's and they locked into a French specialty.

"I still say, I'm the best," yelled Gloria. "And I'm finally going to prove it." She pulled Hayden off of Quinn's lap and pushed her onto the coffee table on her back. Her lips met the stripper's and they carried on for several minutes.

"Well? Who's better? Me or Gloria."

"Sorry, Babe, you may be getting out of the game at the right time. Gloria edges you out."

Not a woman in the room wanted to have Gloria as number one kisser. While Hayden remained prostrate on the glass surface, each of us took a turn Frenching her. In the end, Gloria remained on top.

"Experience counts for something, ladies," she laughed.

The party was just starting to kick into high gear. The elevator door opened a short time later, and four slabs of male beefcake walked into the room. The male strippers I'd ordered had arrived. 

With Hayden as lead dancer, the men quickly peeled down to tight shorts and enticed us with their impressive packages.

One of us started a chant of "Cock. Wood. Show us some rod." And we all joined in.

The blonde male, with a crew cut and budging pecks shouted over the music, "We can't. It's not allowed by the agency. It'd be indecent."

Quinn yelled, "We're all whores. We've seen it before. We still want to see more." She held up a fist full of hundred-dollar bills.

Most of the rest of us tossed money onto the table and continued our chant for cock.

Team Prostitute won the day. Each man pulled off their trunks and shimmied before us bare assed naked. They all had developed massive erections.

The chant changed to "Masturbate. Ejaculate. Cum on guys, shoot us a load."

Team Stripper had little choice. They dared not disappoint a room full of frenzied harlots. The male with shoulder length dark hair rubbed his cock and balls as we shrieked for it. His jizz soon splattered out, first hitting Hayden's ass with a heap of glop and in the next wave, managing to shoot as far as Quinn's tits. Moving in time to the hammering music, Hayden rubbed the goo over her gyrating body, while several members of Team Prostitute dove in to lick it off of Quinn.

We still weren't done with our depravity. A loud chant rose throughout the room, "One last lay. One last lay." 

It took some coaxing, but finally, Quinn acquiesced to our decadent persuasions. "But I was saving myself for my wedding night." That got the biggest laugh of the evening.

She lay on top of the money scattered across the table. One by one each of the male strippers took turns inserting his erection into her muff. With each male she legitimately came (we could all tell when it was faked) and we yelled out the count. By the time the crew cut stripper emptied his load into Quinn, she'd achieved five explosive climaxes on her final voyage. This may have marked the end of her career, but we made sure Quinn went out with a bang.

~ ~ ~ End of Chapter 7 of 12 ~ ~ ~



Penny's Worth Ch. 08



Rearrangements

They say that when one door closes, another opens and then something about not staring longingly at the closed door. My open door came the very next day, but I was almost too hung over to be able to tell.

As I walked through the lobby, the desk clerk signaled me. "Excuse me, Ms. Vivian, James Roberts has asked to see you as soon as you arrived."

I wore a pair of dark shades to protect my eyes from the searing dim light of the lobby, and my head was still throbbing. "The party shouldn't have disturbed anyone. That's why the penthouse is sound proofed."

"It has nothing to do with a party, but there will be additional clean up fees."

"Fine, add it to my bill." I started to walk off.

"No, Mr. Roberts needs to speak with you now. He said before you, ah mmm, start your work." James Roberts was the owner and manager of the Aventeen. I'd never met him in person. 

"OK. I'll go to his office. Bring me coffee. Lots of coffee."

I never realized the elevator was so loud until I rode it to the second floor. Roberts' office was down a long corridor. I expected he had some complaint I wasn't in the mood to deal with.

"Good morning, Ms. Vivian. It is so good of you to see me so quickly." He shook my unsteady hand. Roberts looked like someone who'd played a hotel manager in a movie from the fifties. He had a narrow mustache, with short brushed back hair held in place with tonic, and a grey suit with outdated lapels. He seemed as dated, style-wise, as the hotel he ran. At least, his tone was warm and friendly.

Perhaps it was a coincidence, but a large cup of coffee in fine bone china awaited me as I sat down. I sipped and still retained my sunglasses.

"This is a matter concerning, General Emile Suárez. I believe the two of you are well acquainted."

I was surprised to hear Suárez brought up by the hotel manager. "Yeah. I've entertained Suárez a couple of times." I put it as delicately as possible. Roberts supposedly only reluctantly accepted his hotel's place as an entertainment venue for horny men.

"Well, it seems General Suárez wishes to make a farther..." he cleared his throat, "ah, business agreement with you."

"And you're setting this up?" I didn't understand why Roberts would know or be involved in any dealings I'd have with Suárez.

"No. I'm simply here to offer you complete and exclusive access to the Presidential suite for your liaisons with the Defense Minister and..." again, he cleared his throat, "any other business dealings you may have." 

There was a knock at his office door, and another man entered. A black-haired man entered and sat in a chair next to me. I'd recognized him from the Suárez entourage. I never got his name.

"Good morning Ms. Vivian, I am General Suárez's chief secretary, Colonel Alberto Díaz." His accent was thicker than that Suárez. "When I first met you, I believe you went by the name of Penny."

The man stood out to me. I knew I'd seen him before in the Presidential suite. Then it hit me, Díaz was the one that seemed to be looking at me with dissatisfaction. Even now, as pleasantly as he spoke, his look seemed to be one of disapproval.

"Yes. Suárez liked the name Vivian better. I go by that now."

"Well, the General would like to offer you a more formal arrangement."

The arrangement, as things unfolded, was that I would be on exclusive retainer for Suárez's visits, which were typically three or four days a month. I'd stay with him overnight during that time. When he wasn't here, my retainer fee would be $1,000 a day and for days he resided at the Aventeen, I'd be compensated $5,000.

Even though my brain was still limping along from the after effects of copious amounts of alcohol, I did a rough calculation that my pay would be in excess of $40,000 a month.

My brain, apparently still not thoroughly engaged, had me ask, "On the days he's not here, I'd still be entertaining other clients? You know the ones."

Díaz gave me an odd critical look. "I believe he would insist upon it. He said he wishes you to continue your work."

"So, what's the 'and' here? What else do I need to do for this arrangement?"

Díaz laughed. "I'm sure you are aware of the General's unique sexual preferences. You would continue to cater to them all."

I knew he liked a certain amount of unique kink. So far, it wasn't anything extraordinary. He wasn't into S&M, blood or scat; I drew the line on that stuff. His groove was psychological in nature.

I agreed and signed a nondisclosure agreement. I'd risen to the rank of courtesan. Less than six months before, I was role playing as a $200 a pop motel call-girl solely for my husband.

Oh, fuck, I had a husband. Fucking near dead brain; why didn't you tell me that? How do I explain away four nights a month out of the house to Dave? I'd have to deal with that issue later, when my brain wasn't still writhing in hung-over pain.

Díaz left to tell Suárez the good news. Roberts explained something about how much money the hotel would have coming in from the Defense Minister's staff taking up the entire fifth floor, while I looked for something I could throw up in, if needed. 

~ ~ ~

Most the rest of the ladies from the Aventeen were in the same condition as me. A lot of scheduled customers would be disappointed for the day, but Darleen, the lump, who wasn't invited to our sendoff party, apparently did landmark business from our cancellations. 

I'd become very popular with the other sex workers. As I'd moved up and been pursued by the higher-end clientele, they'd received the benefit of my overflow. My work had become enough of a draw that nearly everyone found a nice bump in their own earnings. Since, I'd be upping my rates again, there'd be even more of the well-paying Johns to go around. I'd only be keeping the elite customers. Quality over quantity, the rule of being in the penthouse.

I drove home and waited for Dave to return from his business trip. I put on a garter belt, with black patterned stockings and bright-red sheer panties. My skirt and top barely covered my lingerie. I wanted to make my new arrangements as well packaged as possible.

I waited by the door when I heard his car pull into the garage. No sooner had he entered the room, than I presented his welcome home package. I kissed him and playfully rubbed his crotch. It was exciting to feel his hand go underneath my short skirt and handle my butt through the gossamer material of my undies.

"How I've missed you, Baby."

He pushed me back and had a long look. I could see he was aroused. I hoped he'd scoop me into his arms, carry me to the bedroom and have his way with me for hours. 

"How are you doing, Penny?"

That wasn't the response I was expecting. "Is everything alright?"

"Yeah. It was a long day. Sorry. I was just hoping for a night with Stella. I wanted to relax and snuggle."

What does Stella have that I don't? That was my first reaction. I was, for want of a better term - jealous. I was resentful of myself. That was a new one. I composed my thoughts. I needed Dave in a good mood.

"I can change my clothing. We can just have a relaxing evening. I just wanted to make you know how much I missed you."

I cleaned off the makeup and put on a nightgown. The more I thought about it, the more I realized; I was spending more time with my husband in Penny mode that as Stella. Penny needed lots of sexual release and attention. Stella was content with him initiating intimacy. Lately, we'd had tons of sex, but intimacy as a thing apart, not as much.

He sat on the sofa and popped on the TV. I curled up next to him with my legs on the cushions. Dave half way drifted off, and I noticed the erection in his pants. I unzipped his cock and gave him a blowjob. He barely moved, but I could tell he was enjoying my services. It wasn't long before his load was released into my mouth. I swallowed it all and kissed him on the cheek. There were no words between us. There didn't need to be. This was intimacy.

Dave slept in until late in the morning. I woke him up with another BJ. 

After lunch, I explained I'd be home more often. Work didn't require the longer hours of the last six months. Then came the other news. "I'll need to stay overnight a few times a month."

His reaction surprised me. "Is that what you want?"

"I made an agreement."

"Is that what you want or what Penny wants?"

"It's what Penny wants. Yes." I never told him that Penny wasn't in the picture anymore. Vivian was the main player now. It would complicate things too much to explain who she was.

"Do you want me to stop?" I had to make the offer. I hoped he'd allow me to continue. I, for one, wasn't ready for retirement just yet.

"No. Not, if you don't want that."

There was a qualifier in that statement. I should have gotten clarification, but the "No" was the only thing I cared about at that moment.

I rubbed his crotch and felt his cock beginning to get hard. Men are so easily distracted.

"When can I see Penny again?" 

~ ~ ~

I arrived at the Presidential suite in the afternoon. The debauchery of two nights before had been thoroughly scrubbed away. On the coffee table that had once been littered with crinkled money and human body fluids, sat a variety of large wrapped boxes with colorful ribbons tied around them. Each package had a label that said, 'For Ms. Vivian'.

I assumed they must be a gifts of gratitude from Suárez. I pulled one open and discovered a dress with the designer label for Givenchy. Another contained Oscar de la Renta. There were originals from Saint Laurent. All were stylish, sexy and highly expensive. I never would have guessed Suárez had such taste.

As I held one up wondering how he knew my size so precisely, I noticed the cards in each box. They weren't from my patron. Most said something along the lines of "From your friends at..." and then the name of a local financial intuition or defense company. They expressed their appreciation for helping to assure that Suárez kept his interests in town. The Saint Laurent had a card that read, "To show our appreciation for your kind support. The people of Balance Avionics."

I was the bait to help haul in the big fish. I was now whoring myself out for corporate interests. The penthouse, the clothing and who knew what else was about to come my way; all for the procurement of business deals. I remembered Quinn once saying, "Everyone whores in this world to get by. We just have sex for our money. We're the most honest of any of them." Now I knew what she meant.

~ ~ ~ End of Chapter 8 of 12 ~ ~ ~



Penny's Worth Ch. 09



Division Lines

The elevator door opened and I greeted Suárez with a tender kiss. I wore one of the designer dresses, but with the most sluttish lingerie underneath. His hands began to explore my breasts and ass. The hem of the Saint Laurent was lifted up, and he explored my pubic mound through my diaphanous red panties.

The ever-present bodyguard positioned himself in an inconspicuous spot near the elevator door and assumed a parade rest pose. "Sometimes I feel uncomfortable how he always seems to be watching us."

"He's trained to see everything and see nothing. He's an apparatus for my protection. Nothing more; nothing less."

"At least he doesn't have to come into the bedroom with us." I grabbed Suárez by his necktie and pulled him toward the door. The bodyguard had already swept the room before his employer's arrival.

Suárez turned on the television. The video recordings I'd done had become his form of foreplay. "I see you had the permanent cameras installed. The picture quality is so much better."

He forwarded to the scene of me starting to suck the penis of Litton Murphy, CEO of Balance Avionics. "Yeah, that's it you fucking whore. Swallow it all down. Show me what you've got."

Suárez paused the playback. "Did he cum on your mouth?"

"No, he held out. He's never premature. He fucked me for nearly an hour."

"Is he a better lover than me?"

"Yes. He's much better. He knows how to please a woman. You could learn something."

The look on Suárez's face was one of supreme hurt and shame. I'd wounded his pride and to a man of his culture, pride was everything. "Why do you say such things? I pay for all this to make you happy. I try. I really try to be a good lover. Yet you stab me with your heartless remarks."

"I can only tell you the truth. He's better than you. Most men are better. It's just something you're not good at. You can't make a woman cum. No woman would even have sex with you without being paid."

"You fucking bitch. I'll show you." He tore my dress open. So much for a two thousand dollar garment. Tears began to roll down his cheeks. I was tossed onto the bed and he began to push his cock into me.

This was his preferred sexual stimulation. He was motivated by his own need to overcome his sense of inferiority. He'd risen from nothing; a poor child from a poor village. Indeed, he would prove himself as a lover to me tonight, just as he had on multiple occasions. I'd have several real orgasms in the course of the next hour and half. He got off on proving he was better than anyone else when they all thought they were better.

"You'll see. I'm just as good." His cock remained rock hard as my legs wrapped around him. He pressed the play button, and my sexual encounter with the CEO showed in the background. The concealed camera documented every act of betrayal I'd committed against my clueless patron since he'd been gone. We'd spend hours reviewing each act of infidelity, and I'd harshly evaluate his performance against those of his closest business associates. He'd prove again and again that he was the superior lover; which I'd admit in the end.

After he'd finished, I lay exhausted in his arms. "You did well in asking the questions this time. Murphy gave away so much that will be useful."

What powerful men love the most is to tell those they've been intimate with how clever they are. The best sex not only ended the notion that they'd taken Suárez's mistress behind his back, but they needed to explain to her how they'd bested him in business.

Suárez knew all that and used the recordings to his advantage. Just when they thought they were about to plunge the knife into his back, he was ready for it and used the same weapon to slit their throats; figuratively, of course.

He had me mix us Vodka and tonics. I'd sworn off the booze for a while; I was still feeling the effects of the wild party from days before. My beverage was entirely tonic. There was another reason to remain sober. Suárez was guilty of the same bragging as his business opponents. I wanted to remember what he was telling me. He was speaking truth about how the world really worked. I wanted to stay awake for the lesson.

~ ~ ~

A few days later, I entered through the front lobby. My schedule was light today, as had become the norm. The hotel had become more of a place to go to get out of the house. I was looking for something to add a little excitement to my life. As luck would have it that day, that new challenge came in the form of a raven-haired young woman with hazel eyes and a lithe body, like that of a dancer. 

As I headed for the elevator, she stepped right in front of me. "Hi, my name's Ivory. You're Vivian, right?"

"I might be. Who wants to know?"

"Sorry to be so forward. I want to work here, and someone said I should talk to you." She wore little makeup, other than a dab of pale lipstick and a hint of mascara and eye shadow.

"Apply for a maid's job at the front desk. I just rent space here for personalized physical training."

She looked frustrated. "No, I'm an escort. I want to move up in the world. Gloria told me you could help."

There was something a bit too eager about her to feel right. "I don't procure. Never allow a pimp into your life. Other than that, I'm not sure what to suggest." 

She turned serious. "I'm not a cop or anything. I'm nineteen, and I've been around. I've heard this is a decent place to apply the trade, and I just want help getting started."

I insisted on checking her ID. The name Ivory was false, but then so was Penny. The age and photo worked out, and she knew the right date of birth. I checked for a wire, then cleared her with Gloria. The girl was legit and rough around the edges.

I signed, "OK, come upstairs. We can talk."

On the ride up I asked, "Where have you worked."

"I put ads online. I've worked a few nights a week for the last six months."

"Any street walking?"

"No, never. I mostly do out-calls. OK, some in-call if the money's good. My apartment."

"Bad idea. Never work from home."

"Tell me about it. I had to move two weeks ago. A dude fixated on me."

The door opened to the penthouse. Her eyes got very big as she took in the suite. "This is yours?"

"My patron finances it. I use it now and then for other things."

"Wow, this is a rockin' crib. You have it goin' on." She was trying too hard to be hip.

"Our usual customers are older business types. Conservative, sometimes stogy. Lose the hipster lingo."

I'd put her in her place. At least, she had the smarts to listen. "OK, sorry, I'm nervous."

"Why do you want to be a sex worker?"

"This is supposed to be a good safe place to work."

"No, I mean in general. You're a pretty girl. You could have a crack at modeling, stripping, massage, porn, video cam work. There's waitressing or any number of other legitimate jobs. Why hooking?"

Most likely, she'd talk about the money. I could already see the stars in her eyes looking over this suite. Then I'd politely, but firmly usher her out the door.

"I like the sex. No, I love the sex. The best part is knowing some guy wants to pay me for it. It validates me. It's always better when they pay for it."

That would have been my answer verbatim. "Did someone put you up to this?"

She flustered. "No, it's just how I feel. The first trick I turned was the hottest sex I'd ever had. For reals."

"Suppose I offered you twenty thousand dollars. Cash. All you'd need to do is go back to school and quit hooking."

Without hesitating she replied, "I'd take your money and sell my ass the next day. It's what I love doing."

I decided to see just how much she loved the trade using the casting couch technique. "Have you ever been with another woman?"

"No, I'm straight."

"So am I. But, part of the business is presenting girl-on-girl for arousal of your clients."

Her face reddened slightly. "So far, I've only done straight lays, blow jobs and hand jobs." I wasn't sure if it was due to embarrassment over her lack of experience or discomfort with the nature of upper-end work. I was going to find out.

"What's the most you've ever earned?"

"A hundred and fifty for a fuck."

"And the least?"

"Fifty for a hand job."

She was selling herself too cheaply; a rookie mistake. She didn't know her own value.

I took a thousand dollars from my wallet and put it on the table. "Strip for me."

There was no music, but to her credit, she managed a nice shimmy to a beat in her own head and came off as sexy. Her bra was white and panties blue. She needed a sense of style. She dropped the undies and stood before me in the buff, unashamed of her body. She had no reason to be uncomfortable nude. Her figure was stunning and nearly flawless. Her skin was pale and creamy. Her only physical defect was the slight band of acne on her face, but that was easily remedied.

I slid my own panties from under my skirt. "A thousand dollars to bring me to climax. Think about the money on the table and get yourself off, too."

"I've never eaten a chick before."

"Has anyone licked your pussy?"

"Sure."

"Do that to me."

She began work on my clit, but was clumsy at first. "Just use the tip of your tongue. Roll around my clitty. Gently, but firm. Show it who's boss."

What Ivory's oral ability lacked in technique was compensated for with raw enthusiasm. I was becoming aroused. "I've never hired a prostitute before. Does the money I'm paying get you wet?"

She briefly stopped to answer, "Yeah. I'm really horny."

"Don't touch yourself. I want to see you come on your own without masturbating. Get back to work, you little tramp."

As commanded, Ivory continued the round and round on my hood. I moaned. She joined me in expressing herself.

She stopped again and cried out, "Oh, shit. I'm going to cum. Fuckity fuck. Yeah, you fucking bitch." She hadn't touched her own pussy. "Wow. That was a good one."

"Now bring me home." I badly wanted her to get me off. As her tongue entered my vagina, I shivered with a powerful blast. After I'd recovered, I said, "You did that well."

She remained naked and stood up. "Can I masturbate for you? I want to get off again."

I nodded and watched as this nubile tart used her fingers to bring herself to another powerful organism. She lacked any sense of shame. No doubt about it, she was a find.

It was then that I noticed the tattoo on her right butt cheek. It was a small green dollar sign. I inquired about its obvious meaning.

"I used my first earnings to get it. A show of my dedication and commitment."

"You have all the ingredients to be a success. We just need to work on your packaging." 

~ ~ ~

Hours later, Ivory's hair had been professionally styled and highlighted. She stood before a mirror in a new age appropriate, yet classy looking skirt and blouse. All her underwear was now coordinated. She struggled to balance herself on a pair of four inch stiletto heels.

"These shoes are so uncomfortable. Why can't I wear wedges?" She was whining, like the teenager she still was. She tugged at the lingerie that was riding its way into her ass crack. 

"Your comfort isn't of interest of your clients. Look at yourself in the mirror. Wouldn't a man pay top dollar to fuck you now?"

The protest was apparent on her face. "It's sexy. But, I did OK in my jeans and flats. Everything's soooo expensive. I've spent most of what I earned from you on this outfit and my room."

I felt like a nagging mother getting her daughter ready for her first prom. "You're an independent contractor. You cover your own overhead and expenses. Also, you were getting a hundred and fifty. You'll be charging five hundred a session dressed like this." 

"An hour?"

"You're not a taxi. We don't have an hourly rate. A session can last fifteen minutes or three hours. You have to leave your client feeling completely satisfied. Drained and looking forward to coming back."

She turned and pushed her thick hair from her face. She looked lovely. A potential star in the making. She needed to work on the attitude.

On the drive back to the hotel where she'd start work immediately, she fidgeted in her new clothes for several minutes. Finally, she blurted out, "Do I have to do anal?"

Without taking my eyes off the road, I replied, "No. You don't have to do anything you aren't comfortable with. You can suggest something else, if that's what a potential client wants. But, it is a popular request."

He face contorted into an Ewww expression. "So you do it?"

"Sure. I learned to like it with my husband."

"But it hurts. I didn't like it at all."

"You have to make sure the man inserts his cock in the right way. It can be very pleasurable."

"Can you teach me?"

She was coming around. An eagerness to learn and grow was a good sign. "Come to the penthouse after your first client. I'll work you over with a dildo so you can get used to it."

Ivory wiggled her ass a bit uncomfortably in the car seat but beamed at the knowledge I was willing to instruct her. You might just make a good partner after all, I thought to myself.

~ ~ ~ End of Chapter 9 of 12 ~ ~ ~



Penny's Worth Ch. 10



The Hand Full

"OMG! OMG! You cannot believe the John I just did. It was so fucking hot and weird." Ivory exuberantly bounced into the room the instant the elevator door opened. "He was the oldest guy I've ever done. He must have been at least forty. I got him hard with a BJ, and then he insisted on a sixty nine. I came so hard I squirted his face, and he was so into it."

"Slow down. You're wearing me out; just hearing you talk about it." I hoped I wouldn't get every detail of all her upcoming sexcapades. 

"No. Here's the buzz. He keeps asking my age. And I keep saying I'm nineteen, but I'm not going to show him my ID. I'm not buying booze. He's just fucking me."

I waved my hand in the air. "The point, please."

"Oh, yeah, right. He said he wanted to see me again. But he wants me to do like this whole naughty school girl routine. You know, pleated plaid skirt, knee socks - the works. And he tipped me two hundred. Can you believe it?"

"Sure. Johns request all kinds of things. We don't judge a man's interests."

"So, here's the deal. I could do a cheerleader thing, too. I bet these old guys would eat it up."

"Fine. Just arrange for them to meet in your room. The hotel can't have a parochial-school tart hanging out in the bar. Just calm down."

"Sorry, I know I'm excited. I just love working here."

She caught her breath. "So, you're going to ass fuck me, right?"

I had a collection of dildos on the table. One with a rubber suction cup in the base was ready for her oral training. It was a full nine inches long, and five in circumference.

"Before we start, I want to see you perform fellatio."

"Do what?"

"Give it a blowjob."

"Oh, polish the knob."

She inserted it into her mouth as her wavy raven hair cascaded onto the imitation scrotum. She struggled to intake as much as possible. Her mouth was smaller than mine and she began to gag as it pushed farther toward her tonsils. 

"You're working too hard." For the next fifteen minutes I instructed her on the best way to provide oral pleasure, the same techniques Quinn had provided to me. It was as if the methodology was being passed to a new generation.

"Alright, he's either creamed your face at this point, or he wants to fuck you in the ass. What do you do next?"

Her large eyes grew even bigger. "That's a really big dildo. I can't handle it."

I held it up. It was covered in her saliva. "Sure you can. Get your clothes off and straddle the sofa arm."

She did as instructed with only a minimal amount of whining. I had a jar of anal lube on the end table. "Apply a liberal amount of that into your rectum."

True to her immature nature, she made a scrunched up face, but scooped up a big dab of the glop on her index finger and carefully worked in into her anus. I insisted on a second helping using two fingers. 

I held the phallus with a ribbed condom covering it in front of her face and told her to lube that too. She rubbed a bunch of the goo over the front. "Is that what you want inserted into your ass? Wouldn't it be easier to take if you coated it completely?"

She seemed to squeak anxiously, "I guess." 

She applied more and gave the fake cock a brief handjob to spread the glob. 

The dildo was aimed toward her anus. "Move your hips up and stop clenching your jaw. Take it like a woman."

The head went in easily. Ivory bucked only slightly and then began to relax her sphincter. I continued to push gradually as she moved her rump in a reciprocating action taking in more.

I looked down at the dollar symbol permanently tattooed onto her ass. It seemed tacky and cheap. Unless it could be covered over, she would be defined for the rest of her life by the frivolous decision of a teenager. I swatted her bottom hard across the mark with the palm of my hand. She drew in a sudden breath, and I pushed the rest of the dildo into her sluttish rear end.

She continued to shimmy her hips, and her toes curled as she adjusted to the massive intrusion. "Yes. It does feel good. Work that fucker into my ass."

I increased the rhythm of the seesaw motions. Ivory ground her crotch into the arm of the sofa and I could see she was beginning to leave a wet spot. "Please, don't stop. Keep it up."

I turned it to the right and then left as it continued to move inside. She came as I rammed it in hard and the rubber nuts slapped at her ass. She slid to the floor with it still embedded in her asshole.

"Can I ask a John if he wants to fuck me up the ass?" she said breathing heavily. The girl could definitely take cock. 

~ ~ ~

It wasn't all that hard getting through to the head of International Federated Banc and Trust. Dropping the Suárez name easily got me access and he knew who I was instantly. A lot of the money for the purchase of drone aircraft for the Nicaraguan government had flowed through his bank, and he couldn't possibly be more accommodating.

"It's such a pleasure to speak with such a close personal associate of the General's." Richard Harden had a reputation as a ladies man and I had little problem arranging a meeting between us. 

"Dinner would be fantastic," I replied at his invitation.

On my way out the hotel front door, I was stopped by Colonel Díaz. "Good evening Ms. Vivian. How are you tonight?"

"I'm fine, but leaving for dinner. I didn't realize you'd still be here. Does Suárez usually leave you behind?" I wondered if the man might be keeping an eye on me.

"There is still business to attend to while he is away. I handle affairs when the General is absent. Did he mention where he was going, I need to contact him."

"No. Sorry. He never mentions his destinations to me, either."

"No matter, I shall have to email and wait for his reply. Have a pleasant evening, ma'am." He turned and walked away. I suppose I was being silly to think Suárez would use a Colonel to keep tabs on me. Díaz still seemed to show a look of disapproval toward me.

Over the meal, I mentioned how lonely it was with the Defense Minister gone so often to be in the company of such a handsome man. In a low-cut dress and my pouting lips, he received my message loud and clear. However, I had additional enticement to seal our deal. "I have my younger half-sister staying with me for company. She's such a hand full. A complete wild child." I showed him a picture of Ivory on my cell phone. She was dressed in a pair of micro shorts and a halter top. "Who knows what trouble she may have gotten into while I've been out."

We decided to skip dessert and instead have something more interesting at my hotel suite. 

When we entered the penthouse, there with bare legs draped over the edge of a white arm chair, sat Ivory, in nothing but a pair of tiny striped panties and a babydoll tee, with the television blaring away.

"Ah, I didn't think you'd be back so soon." She stood and presented a complete view of her sleek frame with a mischievous expression across her face. "And who is this hot guy you have with you?" She moved toward him like a predator stalking its prey.

"Put some clothes on. This is a guest." I tried to look angry, but not too angry.

"You just want him all to yourself." Ivory's whine worked perfectly in this little scene.

"Now ladies," Richard said playfully intrigued.

"Did she tell you how bad I can be? I'm grounded as it is. I can't see my friend or do anything fun." With that, she pulled her shirt over her head and presented her bare tits for his inspection. This was faster than I'd planned, but Richard had no complaints.

She grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the sofa. "Mmmm, I can't help myself. I have this thing for older men."

"Can you even believe we're sisters? We're different as night and day," I said.

"Half-sisters; different fathers. I'm the one always in trouble." She nestled up to him. "So, what do you do?"

"I'm in banking. I'm the president of an international financial concern."

"Wow. This is so interesting. I'm studying finance in college. I want to get into global venture capital operations." Ivory had a talent for spinning a good line of bullshit. She rubbed his crotch and began stroking his erection. "It would be so nice to have some contacts for when I graduate."

I stripped down to my black garter belt and bra. "I don't know a thing about banking, but I'm not about to let Ivory have all the fun tonight." I saddled up on the other side of him while still keeping my high heels on. He had his pick between the classy but still slutty older sister and the young tart little sis. Few men can resist a set of sisters battling it out over him.

It was then that the miscreant teen did something we hadn't discussed. "It got this little tattoo, to show people how much I'm into finance." She pulled her panties down in back to expose the dollar sign. "Vivian's all torked because she says men will misunderstand and think I'm a whore or something. I just thought it would say how much I love economics."

Richard's trembling hand reached out to touch her brand. "No, I can see you're committed to the field."

Not about to be outdone, I slid my panties slowly down my nylon encased legs and said, "I'm mostly committed to having my pussy filled with some nice hard cock."

It didn't take long before I was bouncing up and down on his rod as he stayed seated, and I faced away from him. My little sister began sucking on my tits, and then we went into an impassioned French kiss.

After we'd finished our sibling reconciliation, Ivory said, "How about a turn for me?"

We changed positions, and I went to work sucking her firm nipples and licked and kissed my way down to her love nest that was being filled with the banker's hard cock.

For the next half hour the two of us took turns being fucked by him, until he came in Ivory's moist little snatch. As I lay back cuddled in Richard's arms, Ivory asked if she could, "Have a few sips of bourbon, since my sis says I'm underage and all that bullshit."

"Just this once and water it down," I called out and then turned to Richard and confided, "It's so hard keeping control of your wayward sister." 

Ten minutes later, Ivory was playing some hip-hop beat and dancing seductively on the glass coffee table top.

"I hope you don't think I was being too forward in getting you involved in our little domestic set up. Suárez is too preoccupied to give me the sexual attention I need. It's so good to have someone who knows how to satisfy a woman. You're so superior to him in every way."

He eyes were mainly focused on watching Ivory jiggle her pert boobs and shaking her ass, but he took in the flattery hook, line and sinker.

"Not that I know a thing about high finance, but I imagine you've bested him in business, too. He goes on and on about something called bridge loans. I had no idea he was involved in roads and construction."

He started to laugh at my charming naivety and began to explain their various dealings. With the booze, naked cavorting bimbo, rapt attention of a woman half his age and mostly, his own inflated ego, he carefully detailed every instance of how he was charging two percent over standard rates and folding in exorbitant documentation and processing fees. We all had a good laugh at how the simple Defense Minister was handing out his country's money in excess of normal practices - all into the cameras recording each and every word of the banker's duplicity.

In a few days, Suárez would view the video. He'd grovel at my feet as I insulted his inferiorities, he'd vow to prove me wrong, we'd have tremendous intercourse, and then he'd use the information to splay the bankers hide on the board room table. It worked every time, I was told. In this instance, all fees would be done away with, the bridge loan converted to fall a full percentage below prime and Suárez saved his nation's defense budget tens of millions of dollars - most of which he'd pocket for his own benefit.

Unlike the dancing chica on the coffee table, I'd taken to mixing my drinks predominantly with water and was paying rapt attention to the information Suárez and his business adversaries loved to boast about so much.

The evening with the banker finished with an oral extravaganza using my mouth as little sister slithered her arms around his body. The poor bastard would never know what was about to hit him, but at least he had a good sendoff before heading to his coming onslaught.

As Ivory dressed, I handed her an envelope containing a thousand for her services. She had no idea this was anything other than a wild evening for one of my special Johns, nor did she need to know. "You did very well. I liked how you improvised."

"That was the best time, the naughty sister routine rocks," she exclaimed. "It's like a variation of the college girl in finance trouble character I'm doing for some of my clients. They gobble that shit up of a sophomore having to sell her ass to make tuition payments."

"So, you've dropped the Catholic school girl act?"

"No, a lot of the beef-burgers still like it, but I've noticed Yelp is starting to rate college girl higher."

"You're up on Yelp?"

"Sure, I trend on Twitter, too. How else can you track what the fares want?"

I wanted to explain how actually talking to clients was a good way to know what they liked, but let it go. Ivory had been doing pretty well for herself using her own methods.

As she headed toward the elevator door, she said, "If you get bored and want to do the slut sisters thing again, let me know. It may not be the money you usually get, but it is fun and we can rock some serious cock with it."

I looked around the quiet penthouse living room. It would be days before I had another client here. I considered her offer. Maybe getting the top end rate wasn't everything. 

~ ~ ~ End of Chapter 10 of 12 ~ ~ ~



Penny's Worth Ch. 11



Chapter 11

Too Much Further

I rode the glass elevator up to Quinn's condo. No, it was Miriam's place. She was emphatic about being called that when we talked on the phone. We hadn't seen each other since the sendoff party and her bloodshot eyes from when we woke up that morning, were my most recent memory of her.

She greeted me warmly once the door opened. She looked different. Her hair was longer and looser. She gained a little weight, but looked healthy. The perpetual dieting to stay in demand wasn't necessary any more. She looked happy.

"I'm sorry I haven't been getting together with you at the beach. It's just that I had to walk away from everything for a while. I couldn't handle the temptations."

I understood. Most women have a difficult giving up the trade, especially at our end of it. The money, the attention, the excitement; it is all addictive.

I looked around her living space. Most of the sleek trendy furnishings and art pieces were gone. The room was mostly filled with brown cardboard packing boxes.

"I've sold the place. I made a ton of money off the sale. Ryan and I bought a two-story ranch in the suburbs. Can you believe it? I'm looking at buying a Jeep next weekend."

"So, the two of you are happy? There is light at the end of the tunnel?"

She looked ecstatic; almost glowing. "It's a fucking rainbow. I never thought I'd feel this way about someone else. And I haven't forgotten; it was you that changed the course of my life." She grabbed my hand and squeezed. "I want you to be my maid of honor."

I hugged her. We were still friends. It's what I needed most right now. "Is Ryan here now?"

"He's at the ER. He had to cover a day shift."

"I hate to press the issue, but I need to talk to Quinn. I need her guidance."

She hesitated at first, as if she wanted to blot all evidence of Quinn's existence from her past. We both knew that was impossible. At last, she came around.

I told her about my existence in the Presidential suite as the courtesan of Nicaraguan defense minister Emile Suárez.

"He's the man on the news." Her eyes seemed to grow with admiration. "The one buying all those Predators to fight the terrorists in his country. He was interviewed just last week at a local defense company talking about how Nicaragua was the final line of safety before those animals infiltrated the US." 

"He's doing way more than that." I began to explain my own business arrangement with him. The seduction and spying on business associates. The briefcases filled with currency arriving at all hours, from what I'd gather were US government sources. "It's all corrupt. It's all smoke and mirrors. Suárez has people convinced terror attacks from his nation are imminent. They're just peasants fighting for land rights."

"How do you know that? General Suárez has been a great supporter in protecting this country."

"It's all a scam to get our government to finance the fighting down there. He's told me those are the same people they called communists in the 1960s and drug traffickers in the 1990s. Now they've been rebranded as international extremists." I caught my breath and continued, "Suárez figured out how to carve out a substantial chuck of money from the global war on terror."

I didn't expect her to believe me. Like everyone else, she'd been fed a steady diet of fear of foreign invaders for years. One group of extremists threatening our exceptionalism after another. Sure, there were evil and dangerous people out there, but the battle had become an anxiety industry years ago.

"You've seen how things really work at the local level. Anyone can be bought. It makes sense at the highest." Quinn not only believed me, she seemed to accept it as simply business as usual. "You know how the system works."

My raw emotions began to pour out to the person I trusted most. "I'm not even Penny anymore; she's nearly gone. I've been Vivian since you left. She's a conniving weasel that's just a useful tool for Suárez. Penny barely exists to Dave anymore, either. He wants Stella to come back." 

Quinn broke down with me and held me closely. "I can't advise you. You're at a level I never knew existed. Can you leave?"

"No, if I tried, Suárez would extract revenge. He knows who I really am. He's good at finding out everything about those he deals with."

"Then all you can do is ride things out and look for your exit."

An exit sign wouldn't be easy to spot; I realized that the week before. It was the first time I'd recognized what Suárez truly was and realized how dangerous the man could be. 

~ ~ ~

Suárez had carefully reviewed the video I'd made with Richard Harden. He'd gone through all the emotions, and we'd had athletic intercourse for hours. He lay in bed with me next to him, plotting and planning. Harden's days as a player in the corporate world would be severely numbered; Suárez would take delight in seeing to that. "A dissident raid on his board of directors should have the desire effect." He said it aloud, not expecting me to understand, only to be impressed by his acumen.

With that issue settled, he reversed to video to watch Ivory dancing salaciously on the table. "And who is this one? Is she really your half-sister?

It seemed to be to my advantage to mislead him. "Yes, she followed me into the business. She's quite wild right now, but I'm sure she'll calm down soon."

"I like her fire. You must bring her to the party tomorrow night. She will be prefect."

I'd forgotten that he'd mentioned a party being held in his honor by several of his well-wishers and those who feared him. Several of the ladies from the Aventeen have been invited, including Darleen. I made a mental note to tell Ivory to avoid that cunt at all costs; I knew I would. All of us would be well paid for the entertainment we would add to the festivities.

Later that morning I traveled down to the bar, where I knew I'd find Ivory. For some reason, I decided to stop on the second floor. I'd heard rumors the entire floor was being updated and modernized. If the stories were true, it was the money Suárez and his people were generating that was being used to finance the rehab. Eventually, floor by floor the entire hotel was to be upgraded. The door opened, and the entire floor had been gutted. A construction crew was busily finishing the demo. 

I wondered how long it would be before the women who practiced our trade at the Aventeen were pushed out. Once the hotel was competitive for the corporate class, they wouldn't need or want our salacious business any longer. In my own way, I was working hard to implement our demise.

"Have you seen the work being done on the second floor?" I asked starting my conversation with Ivory.

"No, but I've heard there's a lot of money going into this place. It should be really nice to work here once they finish." True to form, she was as oblivious to the future as the rest.

"How would you like to earn two thousand tonight?"

She jumped at the chance without hearing the details. I told her about the party.

"Can I drink there?" It was as if she was asking my permission. I liked that I still had some control over her.

"Yes, but don't get drunk. You aren't there to party. You have a job to do."

"But I can still have fun?"

"We all will, but be professional." I knew I'd need to keep an eye on her. Still she'd come a long way in a short time.

We arrived at a large mansion to the north of the city. Suárez had a suitably impressive Mercedes limousine arrive at an appropriately late time. The three of us rode in the back of the chauffeured vehicle. I wore a long black sheath, with a slit up the side. Ivory wore a shorter pale pink number that highlighted her long tapered legs, which made her look younger than her nineteen years. Suárez entertained himself on the ride by impressing her with his velvety words and eyeing her legs, which she conveniently parted occasionally for his viewing pleasure.

I stepped out first and then locked onto his arm when he disembarked, as if I was a part of his jewelry. The host and the rest of the ensemble rushed to greet him. I was there as part of the set piece intended to impress. Ivory tagged closely behind adding further credence to his spectacle. 

The opulent hall held nearly every excessive splendor one could imagine. Huge platters of food, fine wine and liquors, a live band and beautiful women abound. It might have been any soiree held by the wealthy, but this was, at its heart, an orgy. Most of the women were paid for their services, but many were sexual libertines who enjoyed multiple partners. 

I had never been to one and even with my prior experiences, I felt nervous. I half expected to see piles of naked bodies writhing amass on the dance floor. A brunette woman serving as party coordinator informed me that all group activities would take place in an adjacent room directly up the stairs.

"Let us start immediately," said Suárez. Everyone knew it was a direct command, not the request that his tone seemed to suggest.

He pointed to Ivory, who had already found her first drink, while I remained on his arm. As we made our way up the stairs, he'd point at various women to join our gathering. All were unknown to me, but each had one thing in common; each was breathtakingly attractive.

We arrived in a paneled room. A number of coat racks had been set up for the ladies to hang our eveningwear. Like me, some continued to wear their lingerie; others got completely naked. I made sure Ivory wore a wide banded garter belt to obscure her hooker emblem. It was no secret most of us were prostitutes, but there was no reason to advertise the fact.

"I'm going to start with your sister this evening. I hope you won't mind," Suárez said to me. Oddly, it seemed gentlemanly of him to ask. Perhaps it was a sign of how far my moral compass had drifted.

We watched as she positioned herself prostrate on a sofa. He was swift to mount her, and then he rhythmically moved on top. Two of the women positioned themselves on either side of her and began sucking her breasts, while a third bent over her face and kissed her on the mouth when Suárez wasn't engaged in the activity.

I stood in front of the sofa and began a passionate embrace with a naked blonde, so that we could put on a show for his benefit. Her hands found my ass, while mine explored her breasts. I recognized her from television. She did the evening weather on one of the news programs. She was no prostitute, but as I learned later, was a regular attendee of the resident orgy scene as a way of advancing her career. She was a talented performer both on and off the screen.

The weather girl worked her way down to my navel and used her tongue to thoroughly explore its depths. At last, she found my honeypot, and lapped at my clitoris with vigor. I came quickly and screamed in abandoned delight. Ivory came seconds after with an even louder cry.

Suárez was out to prove his virility to all those in the room and stood with his cock still erect and load intact. He had a band around the base of his penis that prevented unintended ejaculation. It was swollen and glimmered with the juices of my faux half-sister's pussy. "On your knees," he said pointing toward me.

I was laid on my stomach, and the two women to the side held my legs down and pulled apart. His erection rammed into my rectum, and he swatted my ass. I knew this position well. It was time for me to be disciplined for my derision of his abilities.

"I just fucked your sister. She came for me, and I still have something left for you. I can do as I please with you. Remember you are at my discretion. Everything you have is due to me." 

We'd run variations of this scene before. This time it sounded more deep-seated than usual. More real. It was definitely being played for the benefit of those in the room. 

I looked up to see a group of his men had entered the room. He pointed at Ivory and said, "I am done with her. Enjoy her for the remainder of the evening." 

She giggled with delight as the two men removed their clothing and ran their hands over her body. A short time later, one had his cock in her pussy, while the other man embedded himself in her anus. She began to moan again and verged upon another powerful climax.

The thought of my little bogus sister and me, both being sodomized at the same time sent me into another splurge. I called out, "Please forgive me, sir; you are better."

His cock remained rock hard as he withdrew it from my asshole. To my surprise, he pointed to two of his men and said, "I am done with his one for the evening, too. Enjoy her as you would her sister."

I looked at him harshly. I was the mistress; his American concubine. 

As if reading my mind, he said, "You are still my paid whore. You will do as I say."

As commanded, I squatted down next to Ivory, over a man who fucked my whorish cunt, as another stood over me entered my rectum with his cock.

Suárez pointed at the blonde weather reader and instructed her to clean off his cock. She did so and then happily bent to swallow his manhood. In my mind, I could almost see the strings tied to all of us, merrily dancing like marionettes as he directed our movements. 

~ ~ ~ End of Chapter 11 of 12 ~ ~ ~



Penny's Worth Ch. 12



The Sum Total

I stood along a railing overlooking the dance floor in my black gown. Ivory was cavorting with abandon on the dance floor with a handsome young gentleman dressed in a stylish tux and colorful bowtie. If her pattern continued, she'd dance to one song, before grabbing him by the hand and leading him to a room for a round of uninhibited intercourse. 

There were men, many men, who approached me. I'd apparently been given permission to fuck anyone I wanted for the rest of the evening. I wasn't in the mood. I wasn't jealous that Suárez had fucked other women. I knew he would long before we got here. I knew he had other mistresses stashed throughout the world. That didn't bother me.

Somehow, I was bothered by being allowed to screw other men directly in front of him. Sure, I'd had video sex that he reviewed and critiqued. That seemed different, like a form of business pornography for his use.

I watched as Ivory disappeared from the dance floor with yet another partner.

"Why the sad face, Pequeñita?"

I turned toward Suárez. "I was surprised you'd allow me to have intercourse in front of you. Doesn't it damage your pride to see me with people who work for you?"

"Yes. It does. However, no more that my pride is wounded each time I know that you carry on relations with you husband when I am away. More so. With my men, you are simply fucking. That is your purpose. However, with David, you are making love. That is a thing I can no longer live with."

My heart nearly stopped. I had never mentioned the name of my husband to him or anyone in his organization. "What? What do you mean by that?"

He looked resolute and harshly stared into my eyes. In a low uncompromising tone he said, "Fuck everyone here you want tonight. Tomorrow, you will implement divorce proceedings against your husband. I am unwilling to share your affections any longer."

Foolishly, I retorted, "And if I refuse?"

"The choice is yours." He ran a finger carefully along the side of my face. "You can become a divorced woman or a widow. Either way, you are mine."

Not uttering another word, Suárez turned and walked away. I stood there frozen and speechless until Ivory returned to the dance floor for another male.

~ ~ ~

"He really threatened to kill Dave?" asked Quinn when I finished my story.

"Not is so many words, but I've seen what he's done to other people. He's ruthless, capable and wouldn't hesitate to get what he wants. I told him I was working on it to buy time, but I can't put it off anymore."

"Is he still in town?"

"No, he flew to Managua to be on his yacht this weekend. I'm supposed to join him. I don't know what to do."

Quinn ran the information through her mind, the same as I'd been doing all week. Running away with Dave wasn't an option, it was too much to ask him to abandon everything for my stupidity, and I didn't want the chance of him being harmed either. My only option seemed to be to give into Suárez.

Quinn remained silent for several minutes with a hand over her mouth. At last, she moved her fingers from in front of her face. "Is there anyone from Suárez's staff that you can use an ally? Maybe someone who can reason with him?"

There was no one I could think of who I'd consider a friend. Most of his people ignored me or in the case of Colonel Díaz, begrudging tolerated my presence. Then it hit me, he was the one to talk with. Díaz was the most likely to have some form of influence.

Without saying the specifics of my plan, I thanked Quinn and left immediately. There was no good to come from her knowing more. I didn't want to endanger her life, if my gambit failed.

I drove to the Aventeen and searched out Colonel Díaz on the fifth floor. It was relatively quiet, since most of the rest of the staff had returned with Suárez to Nicaragua.

I explained my predicament to him, and he listened with dispassion, occasionally shaking his head in silence.

"Is there anything I can do? I never intended to be Suárez's mistress forever."

"Yet you were willing to accept all that he offered in exchange for your sexual favors. You saw no consequence to you immoral behavior?" His look of benign disapproval had transformed into one of pure contempt.

I felt humbled and ashamed that I'd allowed myself to go so far into Suárez's web of deceit and control. I'd become a willing coconspirator in the man's schemes. "No, I was foolish."

"And do you now know where he is at this moment?" His tone was not of a man asking a question, but of one of demanding information.

Trembling for my fear, shame and sense of hopelessness, I said, "I was told not to tell anyone."

Díaz grabbed me by both shoulders and shook me as if trying to bring me out of my own self-loathing trance. He shouted, "Listen to me you stupid bitch, I can help us both, but you must tell me where the General is. We both know what needs to happen."

I didn't want to know. I just wanted my old life back. "He's in Managua. He was going to be on his boat."

"Listen to me very closely. Leave here now. Go to your husband and say nothing more to anyone. If the wrong people were to find out, it could have dire consequence for us, your husband included."

I nodded, too emotional to speak. 

"Go now. Leave my sight." 

~ ~ ~

I waited at home for Dave to return that Friday night. He arrived home just after dark. I debated what to tell him. I realized it had to be my burden alone to carry.

At the doorway, I greeted him with a passionate kiss. Dave was in a good mood and eager for my attention. "Is this a date night with Penny?"

"No, she's not here tonight. I'll take care of any of your needs." I grinned seductively. I'd become too good at turning on my allure, but for now I needed to use it once more.

He began to feel my ass and breasts. I wanted him to spend the entire night enjoying my body and talents to their fullest. I needed him to do that, now more than ever.

"There is something I'd like you to tell me," I said as I attempted to control my nervousness.

"I love you, Stella."

"And I love you, too, but I need you to honestly tell me you can't tolerate what I've been doing for a living anymore. Tell me you can't stand the thought of me sharing myself with anyone but you. Demand that I do away with Penny, forever."

"Is that what you want?"

"It needs to be what you want."

He breathed a sigh of relief. "Yes, I know I was the one that pushed you into this, but it's taken too much of you away from me. I want Stella back. Fulltime and exclusive."

It was as if the weight of the world had been lifted off my shoulders. "Thank you. It's good to be back performing my unpaid tricks only for you as a part of my wifely duties."

He kissed me once again, and I knew I was about to be carried off to the bedroom for a night of passionate love making.

He flashed his shit consuming smile that usually made my knees go weak. "I'll miss Penny. She was fun."

I allowed the straps of my thick satin negligee to slip over my arm and the garment fell to the floor, exposing my naked body. "I guarantee that you won't miss Penny at all."

As predicted, I was carried into the bedroom and began the evening's festivities with his cock in my mouth. Using my hands and oral cavity working in concert, I brought him to the brink of ecstasy three times, without allowing him to ejaculate. 

His cock next journeyed to my eager vagina. It was partially selfishness and part to enhance his own enjoyment that I carefully managed to have him pull out when I knew he was close to cuming. I should have felt bad that I acquired two substantial organisms, while denying him even one, but I wanted to make his first of the evening one for the ages.

For nearly two hours, I fucked and sucked him in the ways that my vast arsenal of professional experience had attained. Having a former sex worker for a wife does have its advantages and that night; Dave got to experience the full worth of them all.

As his balls were beginning to turn a deep shade of blue, I got onto my knees on the bed and pointed my ass into the air. He watched as I slathered my rectum with lubricant and uninhibitedly inserted three fingers.

"I want you to shoot as much of your sperm into my ass as possible." 

His cock easily slid into me, and my breasts shook as he hammered my anus with his full strength. I came in a sluttish scream and cried out for more.

When he came I could feel his spasms as each wave of goo shot into me.

He lay back exhausted, and I encouraged him to sleep. I allowed him a few hours of rest and recovery, before he awoke to discover his penis in my hungry mouth. His cock grew as I slurped away and for the next twenty minutes, I pleasured him with my most elite of techniques. He blasted down my throat, and I swallowed every drop.

By dawn the next morning, Dave again awoke with his cock engulfed in my mouth. Like before I used my lips, tongue and fingers to bring it to its maximum length. This time, however, I mounted him as he lay on his back. I rode him like a bucking bull, using my knees to move myself pillar-to-post along his shaft. I caressed and teased him with my breasts, until he finally blew a substantial load into my talented pussy.

As he lay still catching his breath, I rose up on my knees and allowed him to see his semen dribble out of my vulva.

"I'm exhausted," he admitted.

"But you'll keep coming back for more, won't you?"

"You know it, Baby." 

~ ~ ~

By breakfast we were both sore but knew there would be more to come later in the day. We had the television on to some sporting event, when a new bulletin interrupted the normal broadcast.

"Breaking News," the announcer said. "Last night, General Emile Suárez, Nicaraguan Defense Minister was killed by what is believed to be a terrorist bomb explosion on board his private yacht off shore of the coast of Managua."

The news instantly caught our attention.

"No, this can't be," shouted Dave.

"We take you to a news conference with Colonel Alberto Díaz, the General's chief of staff," came the announcer's voice.

"Last night, in a cowardly attack by the extremist forces that have plagued our nation, General Suárez and all of his senior staff were killed by an explosive device planted on his vessel. There were no survivors. I have been appointed by the democratic leadership of Nicaragua as his intermediate replacement."

I looked at Dave, he appeared to be stunned by the sudden turn of events. I tried to display an appropriate expression.

"I have been assured by both the President and congressional leaders of this great nation that they will continue to provide their fullest possible support as our two nations battle these radical elements. Over the coming days, I will request additional funding to prevent the spread of this kind of wanton destruction upon the soil of the United Sates."

Dave remained glued to the television for hours as he came to terms with Suárez passing. Most of the day was devoted by the cable channels to providing every gruesome details of how the terrorists had constructed bombs in secretive jungle hideouts and smuggled them onto the yacht of General Suárez. Paid expert analysts debated if Predators would be enough to wipe out the insurgents and if so how much more funding should be provided by our government. 

I, of course, knew the number of drones didn't matter. There was never any intention of completely eliminating the jungle fighters. Doing that would bring the flow of money to a stop, something the governments of the US and Nicaragua, and now especially, Colonel Alberto Díaz, didn't want to happen. I said nothing. That was my agreement.

A day later, I returned to the Aventeen. Most of the fifth floor staff was packing the remainder of their equipment and belongings.

I ventured to the Presidential suite to find my clothing had been conveniently boxed for me. There were a few items I grabbed from the room safe, including the video cards I'd made, which I tucked into a small duffle bag; the rest I didn't care about. To my surprised, Díaz insisted upon meeting me personally in the penthouse.

"We are leaving this den of iniquity. The General's indulgences in this place is something that is no longer be part of our mission. If you wish, you may take your personal effects." Díaz pointed to a few cardboard boxes labeled, 'la puta'.

"No, there's nothing I want from those. There are many expensive dresses and some jewelry. Someone may want to sell them and give the money to the poor or throw them away. I am done with all of this."

Díaz looked at me sternly. "Remember our agreement of silence. The consequences still remain for you were all facts were to be revealed."

"Don't worry; I would never say or write anything that would disclose the real national origin of you or the General." 

~ ~ ~

For the rest of the week, I denied sex to Dave. I wanted him to be able to withstand what I had planned for Saturday.

Promptly at one minute before 7 PM, I said, "As you know, I had to put Penney to rest. I can't revisit her again. There would be too many temptations. However, she wants you to know, you'll be in good hands with Stella."

"So far, it's been great, but something needs to be handled by you soon." He eyed the way I was dressed. I wore a tight a burgundy skirt and contrasting blouse, along with seamed stockings and a pair of patent leather stiletto sling back heels. What I wore underneath would remain up to his imagination until later.

"We'll get to that soon enough, but Penny had a going-away gift for you."

Perfectly on time, the doorbell rang. I opened the door and there stood Ivory. She was dressed in a tight burgundy skirt and contrasting blouse, along with seamed stockings and a pair of patent leather stiletto sling back heels; all similar to the outfit I wore. Her raven hair had been freshly styled, and she looked stunning.

"Good evening sir, my name is Ivory. I'm here to serve you and your wife in any way you desire for the evening."

I gave her an approving nod, and she winked back at me. Ivory met me in a close embrace, and the two of us kissed as my husband stood there watching with his erection reaching full capability. 

~ ~ ~ The End ~ ~ ~