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Availability for Work Auction Ch. 01

By: abroadsword



Any similarity to persons living or dead is entirely accidental and Google searches failed to find any such similarly named persons.

2010 London England. 

"Order, Order," The speaker of the House of Commons, the Palace of Westminster, the mother of Parliaments, the British Legislature spoke the words in the time honoured way as he gave the name of the next member of Parliament he would allow to speak. "The Prime Minister."

The Prime Minister rose slowly from his seat and the whole chamber went quiet, more than six hundred elected members crammed into the chamber with barely room for half that number in comfort, it's timeless grandeur only slightly sullied by the presence of TV cameras and dangling microphones.

"Thank you Mr Speaker, I shall be brief," the Prime Minister lied in his plummy upper class accent, "Among all the measures proposed in the Queen's speech this has proved perhaps the most controversial, apart perhaps for the compulsory tattooing of all benefits claimants, which as we have seen has already reduced considerably the dependence upon our Social Services, but the years of Labour's mismanagement of the economy has left us with even more awkward decisions to make, and we have been opposed every step of the way by that very party that got us into this mess."

He paused for the jeering and cat calls to subside, "But in the Availability for Work Act' and the 'Indentured Service' regulations we have outlined an equitable and fair means to alleviate much of the present deprivation and hopelessness which many of our countrymen and women are experiencing, day after day, the unending drudgery of unemployment, the soul destroying." 

The cat calls and jeering became more strident, a red missile hit the Prime Minister's shoulder and slid downwards "Order Order" the Speaker ordered, "The Prime Minister,"

"Thank you Mr Speaker," The Prime minister intoned as he carefully removed part of a very rotten tomato from his shirt, "The inequality that imprisons millions in inner city squalor whilst in the countryside gardens remain un-tended, cleaners cannot be found and accommodation goes spare often in the most desirable areas just because of our archaic and outdated employment and minimum wage laws is an abomination that cannot be allowed to continue so Mr Speaker I propose that," another tomato narrowly missed the Prime minister and splashed the Foreign Secretary's bald head.

" Order, Order, Remove the Member for Wetherfield East if you please Sergeant at Arms," the Speaker intoned, "Prime Minister."

"Yes, thank you, Mr Speaker," The Prime Minister continued, "If I may, from Monday the first of April I propose that all new benefit claimants shall attend a monthly services auction, whereby employers may bid for their services, and from August the first this shall extend to all benefits claimants including those on incapacity benefits." There was uproar but he continued.

"Yes they will attend, and if there is a job offer then those benefits will cease forthwith," he explained, "Subject only to the job paying a minimum wage of two hundred pounds per week and the work being within cycling distance of ten miles or sixteen kilometers," A ripple of laughter from his supporters contrasted with the jeers from the opposition benches, he continued "Or one hundred pounds per week if accommodation is provided, this is of course for single people, married couples will of course have an option to refuse the plus accommodation offer if only one partner is offered a position."

"What about single parents?" the member for Walford asked.

"Yes child care will be expanded, to continuous, that is twenty four hours per day and seven days per week provision if required, it's all in the report," the Prime Minister explained, "And together with the introduction of Indentured Service Regulation whereby people who need domestic servants and gardeners and similar can obtain the benefit of the services of these classes of people by providing accommodation at or near the workplace and shouldering responsibility for their well being, Mr Speaker, this has the potential to reduce the social security budget by millions if not billions of pounds per annum and I am hopeful that this too can be implemented as from the first of April." 

"You could be forcing people into prostitution!" someone shouted.

"Not necessarily but the recently introduced 'Regulation of sex workers and workplaces' provisions do provide a framework whereby sex workers can be protected from the sort of exploitation which they suffered under Labour," the Prime Minister insisted, "Working the streets with inadequate health care, but Mr Speaker only a tiny fraction of these placements are likely to concern sex workers although as you see the regulations do for the sake of clarity outline the level of contact which servants and masters, and indeed 'Mistresses' shall be expected to ah, enjoy." 

A ripple of laughter again sounded from the government benches, "But the regulations provide safeguards," he continued, "The contracts are binding on both parties and can only be varied with the agreement of both parties so I really don't see a problem," he added, "And let us not forget that the initial projected savings will be equivalent to one hundred and seventeen new hospitals, a new aircraft carrier and seventy five new Eurofighter FW190 stealth fighter bomber aircraft."

The Prime Minister mopped his brow and sat down.

"Leader of the Opposition," The Speaker called. She stood, anger etched into her ebony features.

"When my father came here from Trinidad and Tobago, he came for a decent wage, a council house and a chance for his children to better themselves, what we propose today is a return to a situation worse than he escaped from." she spoke carefully in measured tones, "Why must we always follow the American lead, are we spineless? are we lap-dogs?" she asked, "And why do we go so far beyond the Americans proposals, almost to the 'Don't Work, Don't Eat' policy of the far right?"

She stared around the chamber, "And the withdrawal of student loan facility beyond the end if their education will inevitably drive our young people, into poverty, to the auctions or to the slavery of Indentured Service," there was a ripple of agreement from the opposition benches, "Furthermore," she continued. 

Lord Barchester watched the live broadcast on the BBC Parliament channel on the wide screen TV in the lounge of his London home, and as the Labour party leader spoke he turned the TV off with the remote control, "I suppose I had better get back to London in case they have an all nighter to discuss it in the Lords."

"Must you Daddy?" Kitty his slender eighteen year old daughter asked plaintively as she fiddled with her i phone, "Why must you always go, why not someone else?"

"Because I'm one of the few remaining hereditary peers as you well know darling," he said fondly, "Now be good and if you can't be good."

"Be careful," she finished the sentence for him, "I know," she sighed, she always was careful, she lived with two sensible girls and a sensible boy sharing a student house in term time, she was very careful to avoid scandal, she didn't have a boyfriend and she was bored to tears.

"You could try ringing Paul if you're at a loose end?" he suggested. Paul her geeky housemate from Salford, it was father's standing joke that Paul was infatuated with her when in fact Paul's interests began and ended with microelectronics.

"No, I think I'll watch some paint dry instead," she laughed,"Goodbye!"

The House of Lords was indeed presented with the draft bill that very evening, and Lord Barchester had the unenviable task of presenting the government bill to a hostile upper chamber.

"What if it was your daughter?" Menzies of the Democrats demanded.

"I should rather she earned her benefits fairly than allow her to be a drain on the public purse, yes." Barchester agreed.

"So we'll see her at auction will we?" Menzies challenged.

"Should the circumstances require, yes." Barchester agreed, "Of course!"

The debate dragged on as debates do but finally as the Whips did their work so the government peers came in and the vote was taken, and with a slender Government majority the bill was approved and returned to the House of Commons for the final reading.

It was several months later in her student house in Salford that Kitty woke to the sound of one of her housemates Paul knocking on her door, "Sorry but there's someone on the phone for you," he said. 

"Just fuck off ok." she said and then when he shut the door she grabbed her dressing gown and leapt from her bed before followed him downstairs to grab the ancient black BT land line telephone, "Hello?" she answered.

"Ken Decaid News of the Word," he announced as he herd her voice, "It's about your availability for work," he paused and then continued,v "Your father said he'd be happy for you to auction yourself," he suggested, "Back when they debated the Availability for Work Act back last Autumn.".

"Oh, well, yes, I expect he said that," she said, "Why?"

"Have you got a job then?" he asked, "Being as you will have had a whole three weeks holiday with no holiday job?" 

"What?" Kitty asked, "The law doesn't mean I have to attend an auction just to find a job for the holiday"

"Then you're refusing?" he asked.

"No, but I don't need to work, I don't claim benefits, I have the money for my course, already," she said, "Sorry." 

Kitty simply didn't think any more about the conversation until next Sunday morning when as she relaxed in bed at their London home in Kensington Gardens her father knocked on the door and strode in. "We have a crisis Kitty, do you see," and he handed her a copy of the New News of the World on Sunday, "Page five," he added.

"Senior Tory's daughter rejects new 'Work Auction' regulations." she read, "But Daddy!"

"There's a 'Work Auction,' tomorrow, Monday, Kitty," he said. "Kingsmead auction rooms, the PM thinks you should be there." 

"But Daddy!" Kitty protested, "That's ridiculous, great aunt Sarah's trust pays my fees, I don't need to work, are you asking me to be in it?" she said.

"I'm rather afraid it is the perception, but Kingsmead is the nearest to our house, and well, really it's my job on the line," he admitted, "You don't have to accept anything of course, you're not on benefits."

"Then I'll do it!" she agreed, "Tell Mr Decaid!"

"It will be wonderful PR even if it's only symbolic as you don't actually receive benefits," her father continued.

"Well, I'll do it," Kitty agreed, "Just make sure you get plenty of publicity, and if I do get an offer I'm sure a week working in Subway won't kill me."

He smiled, "Yes, Subway," he agreed, hoping it would a prestigious high profile organisation PR company who would employ her and not a fast food chain that offered her a job, "I'll have a word with a few people," he promised.

Kitty was annoyed, she was looking forward to spending the last week of her holiday just relaxing in London after a week at daddy' house in the Cotswolds and a week in Salford but now quite suddenly she was being asked to take part in an employment auction in London of all places, and she would probably find herself waiting tables for the week.

Lord Barchester picked up his address book and dialled the newsroom at the New News Of the World (2013) plc, "Barchester," he announced, "Is Decaid there?" he enquired.

"Look Decaid," Lord Barchester explained as he was transferred to Decaids desk. "Barchester here, Kitty has graciously agreed to take part in tomorrows Auction at the Kingsmead Auction Rooms so can we please have an end to this nonsense."

"If she takes a proper job," Decaid said, "I'll report it, if she chickens out, I'll report it."

"That's all I ask," Lord Barchester agreed, "I expect I will see you tomorrow."

Ken Decaid thought all his Christ-masses had come at once, a real chance to stuff it to the Tories, all he needed was for Kitty to get offered a job in a brothel, so he he immediately rang Tim Raymond.

Tim was the new king of Soho, he lobbied furiously for the change in the law which resulted in the 'Regulation of sex workers and workplaces' provisions in the 2018 Local Government (Miscellaneous Provisions) Act and as soon as it was passed he pressed ruthlessly ahead with his putative "Sex Village." Tim spoke with a slightly americanised mid atlantic accent which hid his origins east European origins as he was born as Boris Illanovitch Litvenko in Lithania in 1990.

Soho was the first borough to approve new 'Sex Establishments,' under the new regulations and Raymond the first developer to get approval for the new legalised brothel or 'Sex Village,' eighteen units on two floors selling everything from a dildo to anal sex with an additional basement level ready in case the bestiality laws changed. Armed guards checked ID at the Wardour Street entrance and then there were rows of units, on the ground floor and display windows and cubicle suites on the upper floor. 

Tim Raymond was a great believer in showing the merchandise, "They want to see the merchandise, not the faces. Tits and ass," he ordered and so the six foot wide individual display windows had a step four feet high where the girls sat and a silvered screen which stopped punter's from seeing the girl's face, but conversely the screen allowed the girls to see the men who sought their favours.

When the sex village opened in February the girls had displayed themselves in sexy lingerie but since then things had become more competitive and now if they were serious the girls displayed themselves topless or even naked, and on occasions as they became more adventurous the girls tried fingering themselves and squatting with legs wide apart and even reaching through from behind to hold their sex open with their fingers as they squatted in their high heels.

Kitty was unaware of this development, she knew her father had 'Had a word,' and she planned on doing some admin work or at the worst waiting tables for a week but as she dined with her father at an upmarket west end bistro Ken Decaid was already working on his "Peers daughter works in Brothel" headline, which he hoped to sell on to the Sun if only Tim Raymond could manage to get her to sign an agreement which included sex work.

Kitty took the whole auction scenario philosophically she dressed in a heavy sweater and jeans and caught the bus to Kingsmead where she slipped unnoticed into the auction house under the very noses of the press sent to photograph her.

Kitty waited, until finally she took her turn on the stage, "I'm Katherine Edmonds, I've ten O levels an four A levels and I'm looking for a weeks temporary work." she said hopefully.

Ken Decaid waited with Tim Raymond and swore as he recognised the girl on stage was Kitty, and that the photographers had missed her, he prodded his assistant Rodney Mortimer "Ask he if she will you do general work?" he said, "Sales and admin?"

"Miss Edmonds, will you do general work, sales admin?" Rodney asked

"I suppose so," Kitty said.

"Four A levels eh, how about five hundred for the rest of today through Saturday?" Rodney asked.

"I've a bid of five hundred pounds, do I hear more!" the auctioneer asked, and with barely a pause he said, "Sold, to?" he asked.

"Ah 314, Tim Raymond," Tim announced to a gasp from the crowd.

"This way miss, sign here," an auctioneers assistant asked politely and Kitty signed the form, "Mr Raymond is waiting for you," he said.

"This Raymond?" Kitty asked, "Who is he?"

"Why the photographer miss," he explained.

Kitty waited a few moments for Tim to pay the auctioneers fee before he came to collect her, she expected to shake his hand but he merely said,"Miss Barchester, shall we go?"

"What work do you expect me to do?" she asked.

"Oh yes general work, you are Lord Barchester's daughter are you not?" he asked, and he draped his arm around her and said "Smile," as the New News of the World photographer snapped away at them, and added, "Enough let's get out of here." 

He hailed a Taxi and ordered, "Wardour Street."

Kitty sat opposite Tim in the Taxi as they drove through the heavy lunchtime traffic, "Are you Tim Raymond the photographer?" she asked.

"I think you mean pornographer," he said "I own Raymond's" he agreed, "The soho sex village, Mr Decaid wants some pictures of you working."

"What? oh for gods sake!" Kitty exclaimed, "You've got to be joking."

But he wasn't, 

The Taxi arrived at the sex village which was only partially open but a 'New News of the World' photographer was waiting and he snapped Tim Raymond and Kitty as they went inside and followed them past the boutiques which were open for business, and photographed them going past the security staff to the upper floor where the girls sold sex in the afternoons and evenings.

He took her past the rows of windows, "There's where the girls display," Tim said, "The private rooms are behind the display area and on the floor above."

"Oh my god!" Kitty exclaimed as she stared at the six foot wide segment of window forming a display area with a floor four feet above floor level and a screen coming down to hide the girl's head and upper body., "So the girls, display their bodies but the men, the punters, can't see the girl's faces?" she asked.

"Not until they get them in the rooms, no." he agreed, "The screen hides their faces but the girls can see the punters through the mirror glass panels."

"But why do the girls do it?" Kitty asked innocently.

"They need work, and some find it exciting and some find it very profitable," Tim assured her.

"I can't believe anyone would do it willingly." Kitty said sadly, "What did you want me to do?" she asked.

"This," he said gesturing, "Or are you too grand to work like an ordinary girl?" he asked.

"Oh no, no way!" Kitty insisted.

"Well I can't make you," he replied, "But at least have a look round first, I'll take you through," he said and he led her through the staff only door and into the office suite.

The office was strangely ordinary, and after she ate a sandwich in the company canteen and met Mrs Francombe the office manager Kitty was able to relax.

"Raymonds are hoping to become the number one venue for corporate hospitality within five years," Miss Francombe explained,"Our charges start from one hundred pounds for a short time," she intoned, "Up to, well the sky is the limit really."

"It's a serious business then?" Kitty asked.

"Oh yes, but of course all our staff have to start at the bottom." Miss Francombe said, "To learn the ropes and understand the girls fears and aspirations."

"Look if you think I'm displaying myself in a window you are very much mistaken," Kitty insisted.

"Then I'll wish you good day, Miss Barchester," Tim Raymond suggested, "Obviously ordinary employment is beneath you."

"But this is prostitution!" Kitty protested.

"Which your father's party legalised," Tim pointed out, "It's your call but even a business studies graduate is expected to do a week on the windows when she starts work here."

"I am not a prostitute!" Kitty insisted.

"No, an Admin assistant learning the ropes, I am not particularly concerned whether you do the job or not, 'Peer's Daughter refuses Admin post' is as good a headline as any for me, but disastrous for your father and his friends perhaps?"

"I need to speak to Daddy," Kitty explained

"Feel free," Tim motioned towards the telephone which Kitty picked up and dialled her father.

"I have a job at Raymonds," she said, "Admin."

"Right," her father said, "The sex village?"

"Yes, they say I've to learn the ropes like a prostitute!" she said awkwardly.

"No Kitty, they can't force you to have sex," he said, "That's rape, you can always refuse sex, at any time even after the man has paid Kitty," her father said.


Availability for Work Auction Ch. 01



"I thought you would say no!" Kitty protested, "They want me to pose naked!"

"It's you decision Kitty but I'm fighting for my political life here Kitty," he said, "Sorry!"

"Oh Christ." Kitty said and put the phone down, "He said I'm to refuse sex," she said, "He's fine with me working in a brothel, can you believe that?"

"It's something a lot of fathers have to come to terms with, their little girl making three times the wages they make in a week just for a few hours lying on their back," Tim reassured her, "And Lord Barchester will be proud, or at least grateful if he hangs on to his job in the House of lords."

"What if I do the display but don't do sex?" Kitty asked.

"That's fine, you don't get any bonus," Tim agreed, "But usually it's a thousand pounds, thats five hundred pounds bonus for you and the rest for me, I mean the company," he explained, "But yes, you could refuse and we can always find another girl who is willing, we often have more girls than windows anyway, it's not a problem."

"So its ok if I just do the window thing?"Kitty asked.

"Absolutely but no bonus." he agreed.

"I expect all the journalists would want sex with me if I were put on display," Kitty said wistfully, "Not because I'm anything special but for the story."

"Absolutely," Tim agreed, "What are you suggesting?"

"So if you charged, shall we say, three hundred pounds for half an hour with me with sex extra which I would refuse?" Kitty suggested.

"I'm sure we would be inundated with press to begin with when the word got round," but Tim reminded her,"They wouldn't know which was you." 

"Then charge two thousand pounds for each girl, that's one thousand for me and the rest for you, we could clean up," Kitty said, "But it wouldn't help Daddy."

"No," Tim agreed, "It would make it ten times worse when you refused sex."

"No, it wouldn't get any worse, just put the fee up to two thousand pounds for every girl," Kitty said.

"Don't be ridiculous, some are," he said, "Not worth that."

"But they won't know which is me!" Kitty pointed out.

"There would be hell to pay when they found you weren't doing sex," Tim pointed out.

"That depends," Kitty said.

"Are you saying you'll actually sleep with punters?" he asked.

Kitty thought a moment, but only a moment for the mere thought of having safe sex with a stranger was making her uncomfortably moist around her sex.

"No, but how will they find out," Kitty asked naively, "After all Newspapermen always claim the never sleep with the girls when they do an expose, so how will they know?"

"But why bump the prices?" he asked.

"Because they won't know which one is me!" Kitty said delightedly, "And you said we can have a girl that looks like me on stand by to swap."

"Did you plan this," Tim asked.

"No, I'm thinking on my feet," Kitty suggested, "I expected Daddy to be incandescent with rage, but he seemed ok, what do you think?"

"I'll put for one night only Miss Kitty Harcourt," Tim said, "On the website and main bill board."

"Make that 'The Honourble,' and two thousand pounds," Kitty suggested, "And put out a press release and I'll take half the difference between the girls usual rates and the two thousand premium I'll attract," Kitty joked.

"So you get five hundred pounds per girl?" he said, "Per customer?" he asked.

"Yes" Kitty agreed.

"Make it a third, split it with the girl and the company and we have a deal, did you get that Miss

Francombe?" Tim Raymond asked.

"Oh yes, I'm drawing up the agreement now," Miss Francombe agreed as she fiddled with her computer, "I'll just change the figures to thirty three per cent and print them off." 

"Do we have a deal?" Tim asked.

"Yes," Kitty gulped in surprise, "I think we do!"

Tim stared at her, "You wouldn't consider a proper job here, when you graduate would you?" he asked.

"No, but I'd be a wonderful consultant!" she laughed, "You can pay me retainer!"

Kitty read the agreement and signed three copies as did Tim.

"I'll get Miss Lloyd to show you the ropes," Tim suggested, "I have a feeling we're going to make some serious money here."

Tim showed Kitty into the changing room where Rebecca Lloyd held court like a sergeant major she checked her girls were all ready for parade.

"This is Kitty Harcourt, she's going on display later," Tim explained.

"Right the famous Kitty Harcourt," Miss Lloyd observed sarcastically.

"Only on display, we'll have another girl do the back room stuff, but Kitty says she'll help out in the display," Tim explained.

"Not if she don't measure up she won't, have you had an enema?" Miss Lloyd demanded.

"I'm sorry," Kitty explained, "Why?"

"Anal dearie," she replied, "You do anal don't you?"

"Ugh, I, I don't know," Kitty replied awkwardly," I only agreed to display."

"Better get one then," Miss Lloyd suggested, "Blokes don't like shitty assholes."

"Rebecca please," Tim suggested, "Display only."

"You are going nude right?" Miss Lloyd asked, "In the display window?"

"Nude, gosh!" Kitty gasped, "I thought they wore lingerie?"

"Hardly, they'll all be nude, pawing at their own breasts, holding their labias open," Miss Lloyd added, "You'll stick out like a sore thumb."

"Oh hell," Kitty exclaimed, "You never said nude!"

"You never asked, are you backing out." Tim asked.

"Oh hell, oh bloody hell," Kitty said uncertainly, as she thought of the humilliation of being naked in public and then thought of the money she might make.

"You're behind glass," Tim reassured her, "And they can't see your face."

"All right, I'll do it," Kitty agreed reluctantly.

"Good girl," Tim reassured her and added "We think every journo is going to want to screw Kitty," he explained, "So we'll charge two thousand a girl and make it as difficult as possible for them to guess which one is Kitty!"

"You devious little so an so!" Miss Lloyd agreed, "Is this your idea?"

"I'll leave you to it," Tim suggested and he slipped away.

"Do the girls shave," Kitty asked, "Down below."

"Wax mainly." Miss Lloyd added, "Why don't you?"

"No, only if I'm going to pull this off, " Kitty explained, "And not get much attention I think I ought to try and look you know, well used, bruised like a prostitute, if I can."

"I don't see why?" Miss Lloyd queried.

"Because they have to pay for the other girls anyway, so the longer it takes before they realise which one is me the better," Kitty explained.

"So we can shave you a bit rough, maybe use a vacuum pump to puff your puss a bit," Miss Lloyd suggested, "Make you look a right slag, are you all right with a butt plug?"

"I've never tried," Kitty replied honestly.

"Just a little one." Miss Lloyd explained, "Shall we do it." 

"Ok, but I only do the display and you get someone else to do the sex?" she asked.

"Fine with me," Miss Lloyd agreed,

"Yes, ok, I suppose you need me to help you get ready?" Miss Lloyd asked.

"Yes, and for god's sake don't tell daddy!" Kitty demanded.

"Come to my office then," Miss Lloyd suggested, "Lets get you ready."

The office had a birthing chair as its centrepiece among lockers which lines the walls, and tiled walls and floor more like an operating theatre than an office "Hang your clothes up over there and I'll sort you out a locker," Miss Lloyd suggested as Kitty walked into the room.

Kitty felt very stupid as she stripped off her dowdy clothes and slipped on the skimpy bath robe Miss Lloyd handed her, "No fake tan then?" Miss Lloyd asked.

"No," Kitty replied.

"I'll just shave your bush then," she suggested, and she took the clippers.

"Ok," Kitty gulped as she sat in the chair and allowed Miss Lloyd to swing the stirrups round spreading her legs before starting to cleave away Kitty's soft blonde pubic hair with the electric shaver.

"It tickles!" Kitty complained.

"Don't be such a baby," she replied, and she took a shaving brush and a can of spray shaving foam and lathered up Kitty's sex and lower belly before she took a rather blunt razor and shaved the remaining hair to a short irregular stubble.

The door opened and a woman walked in, younger than the forty something Miss Lloyd and dark haired not brown like Miss Lloyd, "Ah Jackie, put Miss Edmonds things in the locker in 12 B and then give me a hand would you?" Miss Lloyd asked.

Kitty watched Jackie scoop up her things and disappear to return with a locker key, "Twelve B," she said, "Are you done?"

"Just the E," Miss Lloyd said.

"I don't do drugs," Kitty said.

"E for enema," Miss Lloyd said, "Just relax," and she pulled a belt across between Kitty's waist band her breasts holding her firmly to the chair as she tilted it right back, still with the stirrups spread wide, back and further back until Kitty was on her back head down and Jackie was able to get the slim chromium fitting on the warm water pipe against and then into Kittys ass hole.

"No, no way!" Kitty protested but Jackie turned the tap and soon Kittys belly was swelling with warm water.

"No!" Kitty protested, and Miss Lloyd pushed the chair back level.

"The can's in the corner," Miss Lloyd explained and Kitty awkwardly waddled over and sat down.

"For god's sake you're not going to watch are you?" she asked but it was too late and her bowels opened involuntarily.

"That's better isn't it?" Jackie asked jokingly but Kitty realised she did indeed feel better, "One more for luck?" she said and handed the chromium nozzle to Kitty.

"You do it," Kitty said and she stood up and waited for Jackie to push the tube inside her and fill her tummy with hot water again.

"It's addictive," Jackie said, "I love it."

"That's enough, dry yourself and choose a butt plug Kitty, they're all the same style but different sizes, ok?" Miss Lloyd explained.

Kitty chose the smallest butt plug and popped it in her fresh clean anus, "Now you want to look well used do you?" Jackie asked, "Most girls want the opposite but if you hop back in the chair I'll have a go."

Kitty did as she asked, and Jackie first got out a set of makeup brushes and various colours of blusher and then she found a vacuum pump and cup which she placed over Kitty's sex and began to pump."

"It feels funny," Kitty exclaimed as her whole sex was drawn out into the cup, puffing up her vagina's outer lips and the releasing them.

"All right?" Jackie asked.

"It feels funny," Kitty said again.

"Nice funny?" Jackie asked, "I'll pump them again, leave it for ten minutes then I'll do the makeup, make you look like a real slapper!" she joked.

Kitty sat and reflected, it was surreal, she should be at home or in the country not in a brothel wearing a butt plug with her vagina sucked into a plastic cup but when she pinched herself it hurt, it wasn't a dream and then Jackie came back and started to apply makeup to Kitty's most private parts, "Is that nice?" Jackie asked as she easily pushed three fingers into Kitty's puffy vagina.

"I'm not gay," Kitty insisted.

"Then why are you squeezing my fingers?" Jackie said, "But you'll do, I'll get you a robe then we can get you started."

Kitty sat and waited for Jackie to fetch a robe and for the first time realised there were voices from the next room. excited girlish voices as the regular girls arrived and changed for their shifts.

The sound ebbed and flowed as the door opened and shut until Miss Lloyd walked in and drew her attention to a large box full of worn black high heeled shoes "What shoe size are you Kitty" she asked.

"Five," Kitty said and after a briefly rummaging among the footwear Miss Lloyd handed her a slightly worn pair of black stilettos with four inch heels.

"Better wear these," she suggested.

Kitty pulled them on, they were uncomfortably high for walking but she stood up, took a few faltering steps," They'll be fine!" Miss Lloyd suggested as Jackie brought a white 'Raymonds' bath robe and Kitty slipped it on.

Kitty looked at Miss Lloyd, "Time to face the music dear," she said and with a sigh and a nervous smile Kitty pulled her robe around her and followed Miss Lloyd along the corridor towards the display window and her new job as a shop window whore. 

To be continued 



Availability for Work Auction Ch. 02



Kitty watched the empty corridor fill with people as the security guards opened the entrance to the sex village's upper floor at eight thirty precisely, and the customers, mainly but not exclusively men, mainly men in raincoats, middle aged men, if fifty five is middle aged, and all it seemed looking for her. Kitty Lord Barchester's daughter.

Ten minutes earlier Miss Lloyd had shown Kitty to display window 12 in Raymond's sex village and let her get comfortable in the six foot wide red carpeted area with its floor four feet above the pavement level outside. Kitty tried sitting on a stool but on Miss Lloyds advice had decided to squat on her high heels rather than use the stool provided.

Miss Lloyd adjusted the silvered one way glass screen to hide Kitty's face and after gently tweaking her nipples to make them stand up she wished her,"Good Luck," and said, "Test the intercom," 

Kitty looked down through the the one way glass at the faces peering at her breasts and crotch and found the whole thing surprisingly erotic, she squatted on her high heels with her arms behind her and she experimented by reached through her legs to held her sex open, grateful that her face remained unseen so no one could identify her and she could grimace as her muscles cramped.

The crowd approached, a face peered too closely, Ken Decaid of the 'New News of the World' she recognised him so she reached through from between her legs and pulled her pussy lips apart again so he could see deep inside her sopping wet hole, past her unevenly shaved and carefully made up, apparently bruised and well used cunt lips. He was not impressed so he scowled and moved on.

Her cubicle was just six feet long facing a blank wall with a constantly changing advertising screen across the fifteen foot wide corridor, the black painted wooden sides gave no view to either side so she relied on the sound as girls were made offers and accepted or not, and surprisingly it seemed trade was brisk despite the fee for one night only being raised to a flat rate of two thousand pounds.

Kitty squirmed showing her butt plug, squeezed her breasts together again and stood up partly to change position before holding her pussy open again.

She was getting bored, she had no idea of the time, she was getting frustrated, much to her annoyance and surprise she wanted to start masturbating, she needed the relief of an orgasm but she couldn't, could she?" She rubbed her clit surreptitiously but it just made matters worse.

She stayed watching ageing men watching her for over an hour until Miss Lloyd checked on her, "Thirty minutes, are you ok?" she asked.

"Only half an hour?" Kitty sighed, "Bloody hell!"

"They think the girl in four is you, she has a queue," Miss Lloyd whispered, "Keep up the good work!" 

Kitty gave up squatting and sat down on the step and just stuck a finger inside herself and started dreaming, "Take five hundred love?" her intercom suddenly said, she panicked momentarily as she sought the reply button.

"Sorry," she replied in her mock west country accent, "It's two thousand tonight me lover, I am sorry, it's that Kitty you see!"

"Right," the man said, Kitty's heart pounded was he going to say yes, would Miss Lloyd manage the change over? "All right, some other time maybe," he said and she relaxed, relaxed too much as her fingers explored and everything went purple and fluffy and burning sensation that needed quenching spread through her vagina.

Kitty bit her lip bringing her back to reality, the crowd was thinning, "They seem to have narrowed it down to a seven or eight girls," Miss Lloyd said quietly, "Are you ok?"

"Bored," Kitty admitted.

"Tim said you were having a wank, use a dildo if you like," she offered.

"No, it's all right," Kitty said and immediately regretted her words.

"Two more hours, we'll pull you after another twenty minutes," Miss Lloyd promised.

"Miss," a voice sounded through the intercom, "You wanna fuck?"

"It's two thousand pounds tonight, I'm afraid." she said.

"That's fine," he agreed.

"Oh!" she gasped, and replied "Room twelve B, pay at the desk first please,"

He was about forty years old she surmised, he didn't look like a journalist, she rang the bell for Miss Lloyd who came quickly and pulled the curtains across, so Kitty could escape, "I said 12 B," she said.

"I'll send Karen she's much your size and shape," Miss Lloyd suggested and when Kitty looked confused she added, "Down below!"

"Oh," Kitty agreed, "Ok,"

Kitty slipped from the window and went to the rest room to allow Karen to have her half hour with the punter, she took eight minutes, and came looking for Kitty who had barely started her coffee, "You're on again," Karen laughed, "That was easy money."

"Ok," Kitty agreed and returned to her window this time with a big yellow dildo in her hand, she settled down gratefully and started to wank the time away.

"Hi Kitty, remember me?" the voice through her intercom jolted her back to reality, she stared through the one way panel and saw the unmistakable outline of Paul her housemate from Salford.

"I'm afraid it's two thousand pounds tonight me lover," she said.

"Your Wurzel accent never was very convincing," he said, "But two thousand, well will they take a credit card?"

She wanted to warn him off but to her shame she tried to maintain the pretence, "Yes me lover, pay at the desk and I'll be in twelve B."

She rang for Miss Lloyd, "I know him," Kitty said awkwardly.

"So, we'll do a switch, have security throw him out if he gets funny," Miss Lloyd reassured her, "We are used to dealing with awkward punters."

"If you're sure," Kitty agreed as she went for a coffee but within minutes she heard Paul protesting, "You swapped girls!"

"I can assure you," said Miss Lloyd, "That we did not."

"Well you did, I'd know Kitty's toe nails anywhere, and those were Kitty's toe nails," Paul insisted, "And these aren't anything like them!"

"Look," Miss Lloyd said, but Kitty had thrown a robe around herself and was standing behind Miss Lloyd.

"It's all right," Kitty agreed, "I'll let you have the money back Paul."

"I paid to fuck you Kitty, I don't want a refund." Paul insisted.

"It's your call Kitty, I can have security throw him out," Miss Lloyd suggested.

"No, we'll talk," Kitty agreed, "Shall we," she motioned for Paul to enter room 12B and followed him in, and as she shut the door she asked, "What the hell are you doing here?"

The cubicle had just enough room for a single bed with a plastic covered mattress, a clothes rail with hangers, a sink with hot and cold water and a can with a wooly cover so it doubled as a seat. A screen to show porn films, selectable mood lighting and a selection of toys and gels completed the equipment and the floor was covered by good quality carpeting. 

"What are you doing here," Kitty said again.

"Raymonds are advertising you on the Internet as being their latest attraction for one week only,"

he said "Are you completely stupid?"

"What?" Kitty gasped, "I agreed to a press release but."

"It's gone viral it's all on TV," he said, "I rang you father and he went ballistic!"

"So you came all the way down here?" Kitty asked, "Where the hell did you find the money?"

"Credit card." he said awkwardly, "On the bullet train."

"You idiot!" she railed, "You're always flat broke."

"I thought you were in trouble!" he exclaimed.

"Well I'm not and Daddy agreed to everything," Kitty said harshly, "Now get out!"

"I paid two thousand pounds to fuck you Kitty," Paul said reasonably, "You know you're finished at uni, so I'll never see you again."

"Look if I refuse sex you don't have to pay, don't worry." Kitty reassured him.

"I still paid, you owe me Kitty," Paul said firmly.

"But, I can't, I know you," she protested, "We live together, we can't just," she paused looking for the right word, "Fuck."

"Past tense Kitty," Paul insisted, "We used to live together, it will tick a box for me,"

"And ruin my memories of a sweet guy I trusted implicitly no matter how drunk I got," Kitty said earnestly as she tried emotional blackmail.

"I still want to fuck you Kitty," Paul insisted, "I paid an awful lot of money for this moment."

"You'll get a refund, Paul, ok?" Kitty said nervously.

"Sure," Paul agreed and he went to hang his jacket on the hanger, "Except I came to fuck you and that's exactly what I'm going to do."

"Oh god," she gasped as she struggled with conflicting emotions, he obviously loved her and she wanted to let him down gently, "You will be gentle?" she asked, "Won't you?"

"After all the guys you've screwed tonight, I won't need to." Paul said as he slipped his trousers off, "You slag!"

"Paul!" Kitty protested.

"I thought you were special," Paul continued, "All those times you were drunk, gee I could just have slipped in your room and."

"But you never showed any interest?" Kitty protested.

"You were out of my league, now I'm way out of yours," Paul snapped.

Paul's words cut Kitty like a knife, "But Paul," she protested but he was naked now, and he lifted her robe away from her and asked,"Where are the condoms?"

"Here," she handed him the selection box from the bedside shelf and sniffed as tears formed and began to drip, but then Paul gripped her by the shoulders and pushed her onto her back sliding her up the mattress, "You haven't thought this through!" she said, "I can still get you a refund."

He was on her now, she stared at his familiar face, a friendly face, he usually said 'Hi Kitty want a coffee!' when she came in but now he was advancing and his condom clad penis was between her legs, it was long and streamlined, like a Zepplin, she thought, and no bigger than her dildo, certainly not in circumference and she watched in fascination as he supported himself with his left hand and guided his penis between the lips of her sex with his right hand.

"I'll refund the money," Kitty tried again but his tool was sliding in her, "Please, Ive never had proper sex before!" she tried.

"Liar!" he snapped and thrust violently inside her.

"Oh Paul!" she gasped as he seemed to fill her competely and she wrapped her arms around him pulling him down to her chest, "That's wonderful."

"Whore!" he said, "Fucking whore."

"Fuck me nicely Paul, please!" Kitty said despairingly but Paul was now firmly in his stride banging into her so hard that the bed began to bang noisily against the partition wall.

"Kitty!" Miss Lloyd said through the door, "You're making too much noise dear, up setting the other punters."

"Fuck them!" Paul snorted, "And fuck you!" he shouted, go away!"

"Kitty, I'll get security, just a moment." Miss Lloyd promised.

"No please," she said, "It's fine," but half a minute later two burly retired boxers stepped inside the cubicle.

"If you wouldn't mind sir," the smaller of the two giants requested.

"Fuck you I paid," Paul announced before they stepped forward and dragged Paul off Kitty in a single practised movement.

"Go home," The larger security man said, "Get dressed and go, you," he pointed at Kitty, "Back to the window."

Kitty nodded but found Karen had taken her place, "Try number 5 Kitty," Miss Lloyd suggested.

Kitty's head was spinning, she couldn't think straight and so she shut herself in the number 5 window alone with her thoughts and protected from the world by an inch of safety glass.

She watched the faces, the men leering, the intercom sounded, "Will you take a thousand?" he asked.

"No, sorry," she said, "Two thousand." 

"Fine," he said, "Which is it A or B?"

"Five B," Kitty said checking the vacant/ engaged lights on the intercom panel and almost gratefully she added, "Pay at the desk."

"Karen isn't finished," Miss Lloyd explained.

"I'll do him, I need the money to pay Paul," Kitty said sadly.

"Look, are you sure?" Miss Lloyd asked.

"Yes," Kitty replied.

Five B was just the same as the other cubicle, Kitty didn't bother with her robe, she walked naked from the display window to cubicle 5B and simply flopped back onto the bed with her legs apart and waited.

"You're Kitty aren't you?" the man asked, he had to be forty, she surmised, with a slight beer belly."

"Yes I'm Kitty," she admitted, "You paid for sex talking is extra," she announced.

"Toffee nosed bitch like you likes a bit of rough I suppose." He leered as he dropped his pants.

"I need the money," Kitty said, "But an orgasm would be nice

"A what?" he demanded and suddenly he realised his penis was straining and the blue veins were standing out against the pink member as the foreskin stretched back from it's bulbous head and thick grey cum started to ooze and spurt from the end.

"Oh hell!" Kitty snapped, "Not on the carpet!"

"Bollocks!" the man said, "I never have this happen."

Kitty stared at the mans flacid penis, "Tell Miss Lloyd to tell them Kitty is in 5B, and say form a queue." she said quietly.

"I haven't fucked you!" he protested.

"You're not going to now, are you?" Kitty pointed out.

"Then I want a refund!" he demanded angrily raising his voice as Kitty cowered in a corner afraid he might hit her and she pushed the panic button beside the bed.

Miss Lloyd appeared almost immediately as she had been listening outside the door, "Until completion," Miss Lloyd explained, "I heard everything and you've completed allover the floor, wipe it up Kitty," she ordered and then asked, "Were you serious, about the queue?"

"Yes. send them all in, I might as well make some money," Ktty said, her mind reeling, "The whole world knows I'm a whore now."

Miss Lloyd ushered the man from the room and showed Kitty where the carpet cleaner and cloths were kept and Kitty was on her knees scrubbing the carpet when the next man walked in, "Kitty?" he queried, "Lord Barchester's daughter?"

"Yes," Kitty replied.

"Good," the man replied, "Stay down there love I want to fuck your ass."

"It's a thousand extra," she said.

"No problem," he said.

"It won't be if you have paid Mr Decaid," Miss Lloyd agreed as she stepped through the door after listening from the corridor once again.

"Ah well," he blustered, "I have it here," and he handed Miss Lloyd an extra thousand pounds in fifty pound notes.

"Kitty," Miss Lloyd advised, "Use the ball gag in case it hurts, oh and lots of lube."

"Yes Miss Lloyd," Kitty answered.

"You're not Kitty!" Ken Decaid protested.

"So, you paid to fuck me, I'm not stopping you," she answered and she took a tube of lube and pulled out her jewel encrusted butt plug before she inexpertly squirted some lube between her ass cheeks and popped the red ball gag in her mouth.

"On the other hand," Ken Decaid said, "I never could resist a nice tight ass hole, although I must admit I like boys better."

"Two Condoms then Mr Decaid," Miss Lloyd suggested, "And don't worry, I'll stay with you."

Kitty felt a soothing finger working the lube into her ass, she saw it was Miss Lloyd with her hands in white latex gloves working the slippery goo inside her, "There that should be better." she announced.

Ken stared at her tight ass hole as he removed his coat and trousers to stand in his socks with a hole where the big toe poked through, a dirty once white shirt, tie and cardigan and his trademark homburg hat, his short fat penis at full stretch as he knelt behind Kitty and pressed it's tip firmly against her brown bud.

He gasped and winced with the pain of penetration as his bulbous tip oh so slowly eased her muscular sphincter open to claim her tight anus.

Kitty bit down on her ball gag, the pain was intense, almost unbearable and he was pressing on her bladder making her want to pee, she stared at the floor, smelt the smell of stale spunk that even the smell of shake and vac couldn't cover and she felt totally degraded.

'It's fifteen hundred pounds," she thought, "Think of the money," and she wiggled her ass invitingly.

Ken grunted, "Oh bloody hell," he complained and he started to shoot his load of turgid grey spunk into the condoms, then almost before he began he was finished, exhausted and gasping for breath.

Miss Lloyd helped him dress while Kitty sat on the can and relieved her aching bladder,"You could charge extra for that," Miss Lloyd explained , "Depending on the client," 

Miss Lloyd ushered Ken away suggesting he should have a coffee and get his strength back, and immediately another man took his place, mid fifties, slight beer belly very much like her father except fatter and she just lay on the bed for him and when he had undressed she held out her arms to him and helped guide his penis inside her. 

Kitty closed her eyes as he entered her, she tried to think of happy times, the river Avon at Stratford, a picnic with her mother, but then the image of her mother and Harris daddy's chauffeur flooded her mind, when she woke one evening and came downstairs for some milk and found them having sex on the kitchen table. The drawing she did showing Harris with an erection, Daddy's rage when he saw it, the rows, Mummy leaving.

The man shooting his load wrenched her back to reality, "Oh that's so good," she lied.

"Thanks, I like fucking a piece of dead meat," he said as he pulled out, then seeing Kitty's guitly look he said, "Seriously, that's how I like it, I know you only do it for the money, I respect that, may be next week?"

Kitty smiled and nodded, "Thanks," she said.

Miss Lloyd checked when the man had gone, "Better have a wash Kitty, I'll give you five minutes."

Kitty stared open mouthed but then realised she was rather sweaty, and smelly so she took the bar of plain un-scented soap and the hand cloth and started to wash herself in the wash basin, she was still washing when the next man appeared, she laughed, he squirmed self consciously, but it was just that he was mid fifties with a slight beer belly and almost identical to the previous punter.

"You made me laugh," Kitty said, "Sorry."

"It's ok," he said, "You remind me of my youngest daughter, Jasmin," he said, "Shall we?"

Kitty wiped her hands and face, "It's what we're here for," she agreed and she lay back on the bed again.

He stripped to his vest, vest and socks and sock gaiters, and then he carefully knelt on the bed and eased his penis inside her, it hurt, she wasn't turned on, she nearly panicked but as she stared into his eyes and saw Paul's image there she melted and moistened and he slid easily within her.

"I guess you were a slut who balled everyone before you started this?" the man asked, "Like Jasmin," he said, "Except she has a penchant for blacks, big black cocks, and three half breed kids, what a waste."

"She sounds nice," Kitty said, "At least she's not racist."

"She bloody well is, she won't look at a nice white boy!" he said and his penis was twitching and pulsing and he pumped the condom full of cum.

Kitty lay a moment, a record was playing the same on that was on when he took her, a three minute track was still playing, the sex was over in under three minutes, she couldn't believe it, but the man was dressing, smiling, "Thanks," he said.

Kitty washed again and this time squirted some lube into her vagina just in case, the next man was younger, fifty one she surmised, and she relaxed as he undressed and covered her his penis sliding easily into her well lubed cunt and then he started to hump her energetically, until she got bored and tried squeezing him with her cunt muscles.

He ejaculated almost instantly, gurgling helplessly as he let fly unable to stem the red hot yet ice cold flow of semen from his balls along his shaft and into her womb or more correcty the condom.

Kitty didn't wait for him to leave before washing again and renewing the lube inside her, "Kitty, do you do blow jobs?" Miss Lloyd asked.




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"No," she replied, "I never tried."

"Only Tommy can't get it up without," Miss Lloyd explained, will you try?"

"With a condom?" Kitty asked.

"Personally I would just suck him off with out and swallow, get it over in two minutes," Miss Lloyd suggested, "but it's up to you."

"Ok," Kitty agreed, "Without."

Tommy was at least ninety, Kitty decided, she had to help him with his fly buttons as his fingers trembled so much, and when she did release his penis it was like a large maggot or small earth worm.

"I had my Viagra," he said, "Perhaps he needs a kiss?"

Kitty knelt down and bent her head to the soft pale pink member and breathed softly over it and as it stiffened so she eased it into her mouth.

It smelled and tasted of piss she decided and quite suddenly it exploded a tiny amount of rubbery cum into her mouth and his eyes rolled and he staggered as if having a stroke.

Kitty desperately tried to swallow the rubbery cum but had to give up and spit it down the can followed by washing her mouth out with mint mouthwash. 

"You're like our Marcia's youngest," Tommy said, "I don't know why she won't let me fuck her/"

"She's your grand daughter perhaps, it's illegal." Kitty suggested.

"No it isn't, she's my great grand daughter, that's not illegal!" he said.

Kitty almost threw up at the thought but Miss Lloyd slipped quietly through the door with Jackie following her, "Tommy sometimes needs a hand dressing," Miss Lloyd explained and Jackie dived in and helped Tommy to wipe himself and dress as Kitty washed herself yet again.

"All done?" Miss Lloyd asked as Kitty finished, "Good, five is free again Kitty."

"I," Kitty replied.

"Think of the money!" Miss Lloyd suggested.

"Yes, ok," Kitty replied, and she returned to the window briefly until another grey suited, beer bellied, middle aged businessman paid for her services.

Kitty was tired now, more tired than she realised, and stressed by the constant arousal and the denial of release and she neither noticed nor cared who was using her, just as long as he paid and used a condom and didn't want head or anal she just lay back and let events wash over her.

She lost count of the men who used her, all of them seemingly identical, identical in dress and build and stature, only their glasses or lack there of and the occasional example of facial hair made them anything like individuals.

The evening melted into night, the tempo slowed as punters were deterred by the high prices, "You might as well call it a day," Miss Lloyd suggested.

"Yes, call it a day, its past midnight, we'll go back to regular pricing, Miss Lloyd," Tim Raymond declared, "Too many punters wandering off," he explained, "Novelty wearing off," 

"Right," Kitty said as she kicked off her heels, "Can I get a shower?"

"Yes out the back, show her would you Miss Lloyd." Tim suggested.

Miss Lloyd found Kitty's clothes and showed her to the shower room, "I'll call you a Taxi, fifteen minutes." she said.

Kitty showered, she felt dirty and didn't feel any cleaner after the shower, but she felt a bit better when she dressed and all too soon it was time to get the Taxi.

She stepped gratefully into the soft seats of the old London Taxi and relaxed, giving her fathers address.

"You're Kitty Barchester aen't you," the driver asked.

"Yes why?" she asked.

"Saw you on the telly," he said, "Nice ass!"

Kitty decided that was a compliment and nearly resisted the temptation to push her hand down her trousers to ease a thumb into her sore cunt to ease the burning sensation.

The driver watched in his mirror, "Heavy night eh?" he asked knowingly but he drove her home and even waited for her to open the door before he drove off. 

Kitty's father's house was in darkness when she arrived, she let herself in but no one was home, so she went to the kitchen to make herself some coffee she found a note, 'Gone to Gloucestershire until the dust settles, Barchester!'

Kitty turned on the TV, "The row over the Peer's daughter who is allegedly working as a prostitute continues with the disappearance of Lord Barchester from his London home and his failure to attend this afternoon's session in the house of Lords," the announcer said solemnly and Kitty switched channels to watch a twenty year old episode of The Weakest Link.

She made a light supper and went to bed around two and slept an exhausted fretful sleep, her mind filled with demons and with no alarm clock she didn't wake until mid morning.

Her father was still not home when she woke so she had toast for breakfast and the phone rang at around eleven, "Where are you?" Tim Raymond asked.

"Having breakfast why?" she asked.

"Got an eight o'clock and a ten if you're interested," he said, "We did very well last evening." he said, "Do you want to come and discuss, well, a more permanent role?"

"As a prostitute?" she asked.

"Well," he replied, "We can have an adult discussion about it."

"My pussy feels like it's on fire!" she protested.

"The best cure is hair of the dog," he said.

"What!" Kitty demanded.

"I mean more sex, gentle sex, soothing gentle," he said.

"Ok I understand," she said, "I'll stick to my dildo thanks."

"Come around for two o'clock, no one, we'll have lunch and you can collect your wages," he suggested.

"What wages?" Kitty asked, vaguely remembering the events of the evening before, "How much?" 

"One hundred and twenty thousand pounds," he said.

Kitty dropped her breakfast plate, "What!"

"I'll see you at one o'clock," he suggested again, "Goodbye."

Kitty sat down and worked out the sums she remembered girls were doing four, five, six or more men an hour and she was receiving a premium of £300 for each one.

She realised her hands were shaking, so she dialled her father.

"His Lordship asked not to be disturbed," Mrs Hancox his cleaner/ housekeeper explained.

"But it's me, Kitty!" Kitty protested.

"Yes, he specifically said he didn't want to speak to you." she replied and put the phone down.

She rang her mother in Aldershot, her lover as her daddy called her mother's new husband Argentinian Polo player Marco Delaplata, or was it De La Plata, answered the phone, "Oh Kitty, how are you, sore I expect," he said crudely.

"Can I speak to Mummy?" she asked.

"No, Adriana said if the fuck slut calls I am out." he insisted.

"Oh," Kitty replied, "You liar, put Mummy on now!"

"You have obviously not seen the newspapers?" he observed, "The New News of the World is very effusive with your praise," he said, "Although Mr Decaid made apologies and went home to his loving wife or so he says." 

"Oh," said Kitty awkwardly, "I want to speak to Mummy!"

"I could come over and rub some lotion on if you're sore?" he offered.

"Oh no, no way you pervert!" Kitty shouted and she slammed the phone down.

She tried her Aunt Marie, who was on voicemail, before ordering a taxi for twelve thirty for Raymonds, giving herself plenty of time to dress in a sexy short orange skirt and tight white tee shirt with her knee length white leather boots. Her red jacket and grip completed the look and she added a jewelled hair comb and diamond ear rings to the ensemble.

Her only problem was her tight little black panties chafed horribly against her sore pussy and she needed some big loose silk panties or something but she didn't have anything suitable at the London house all she had was skimpy knickers in a variety of colour and even tighter thongs. In end she just decided to wear a knee length skirt instead and consigned her knickers to her hand bag and keep her legs crossed 

She waited for the Taxi driver to ring the doorbell and was whisked to Wardour street in a shiny new Toyota MetroTaxi and was met by security at the back door.

"You got your security pass?" the uniformed guard asked.

"No, sorry," she said, "I'm Kitty Edmonds, to see Mr Raymond?"

"I'll ring but next time wear your tag," he said.

"Tag, where?" she asked.

"Right ear, left ear, cunt lips, what do I care?" he replied, "Hang it on your key ring for all I care."

"I'm sorry!" Kitty said unable to believe her ears, "What did you say?

He just grinned, "You heard, get used to it, you're a whore ain't you?"

To be continued.



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Part 3. Kitty returns to 'Raymonds'

Kitty couldn't believe her ears as the security guard crudely suggested she wear her id tag on a ring through her cunt lips "Because you're a whore now!"

"Look I'm here to see Mr Tim Raymond," Kitty insisted indignantly, "Your Boss" she added and as the guard ushered her inside the back door and pointed up the stairs she realised he was exactly right and yes, she was a whore, she slept with men for money and that made her a whore.

"Up three floors first on the right," he said, "Mr Raymond's office" which dragged her back to reality.

Kitty knocked on the door, "Come," Tim Raymond shouted, and she stepped inside the spacious office he added, "Ah, Kitty, you came, good," he smiled annd as she looked around the collection of deep soft leather armchairs and couches which formed a semi circle around his desk Mr Raymond indicated the swivel chair nearest his large leather covered polished oak desk.

"Well, Kitty, sit down, sit down," he said awkwardly, "You saw the papers?"

She chose a leather armchair further from the desk and sat but misjudged the softness of the leather covered cushions and as she sprawled backwards her skirt rode up revealing her bare pubes.

"Oh, very sexy!" he exclaimed.

"Sorry, but I'm sore," she said, "My panties rubbed."

"Don't worry I can resist you," he chuckled, "No, but seriously," he said, "It's wonderful PR for me, but not so good for you?"

"I'll survive," she agreed.

"Well what I wanted to discuss was I've had a couple of special customers indicate they wish to sample you, but more important, I want to explore this celebrity concept," he assured her "Because for me yesterday went well, very very well." 

"Right," Kitty agreed.

"You cleared over a hundred thousand pounds," he said, "And to be honest you aren't that famous."

Kitty felt slighted, "So what do you suggest," she asked, "The Queen?"

"Not quite," he smiled, "But how do you feel about ringing around and finding some more girls, obviously you're the perfect person to persuade them," he explained, "After all you understand what we're asking them to do."

"Oh christ," she said thoughtfully, "Who?"

"Ah, well the leader of the oppositions' daughter has a mild drug habit," he said.

"What Jasmine?" Kitty asked.

"Oh yes, and she owes her dealer twenty thousand pounds," he suggested.

"I see," Kitty agreed, "Wow!"

"Can you persuade her?" he asked.

"Oh I can try," Kitty agreed, "But I want commission, shall we say ten per cent," Kitty suggested.

"I was going to offer twelve and a half, but only on the girl's earnings." Tim offered.

"Ten, and that's on everything, if you headline her like you did me." Kitty suggested

"Fine," Tim agreed. "You'll do it?" he asked, "Twelve until Six in the office and."

"Twelve till Six, for the rest of the week and then I'm off!" Kitty insisted.

"And tonights' specials," he said, "They will be disappointed."

Kitty knew she should say no but somehow she said, "Oh alright, but just the two."

Kitty had a light lunch and after being given a small office with phone an computer on the top floor she began to track down suitable B list celebrities, Z list her father always said, and astonishingly by five o'clock she had eight girls who had not turned her down completely and two wanting to have a look round, Ariel, a fading singer from a girl band and Selina Ross, the Liberal Democrat defence spokesman's wild child daughter.

Kitty felt more nervous as she waited for Ariel than she had in the window but when the initial greetings went very well she handed over to Miss Lloyd and only met the girl again to formalise the paperwork.

Kitty marvelled at the girls naivety, she seemed to take the sex side completely in their stride but she was hopeless with the figures, accepting more per customer than Kitty but missing the extra income from the celebrity premium which had made the bulk of Kitty's earnings.

"I suppose you don't fuck the punters anymore do you?" Ariel asked.

"Oh yes I do," Kitty replied, "I have an eight o'clock and a ten this evening."

"Really" Ariel asked.

"Actually," Kitty confessed," I'm rather looking forward to it," she lied because her vagina was still sore from the previous evening.

There were just two punters, Kitty used the so called executive suite and the inevitable middle aged man requested she wore the sexy schoolgirl uniform complete with straw boater and inevitably ejaculated almost before he started humping her, the whole session lasted barely a quarter of an hour from her changing into the schoolgirl uniform until completion.

Kitty felt frustrated, cheated even, and she put her street clothes in a bag and went down to the lower floor, "Miss Lloyd," she said as she arrived at the display window corridor.

"What on earth?" Miss Lloyd asked, "Did you want to do an hour?" she asked, "Only a couple of girls have let me down, it's usual rates though,"

"Actually," Kitty confessed, "Yes, it's so frustrating, he came after about four thrusts."

"About averaage with this lot, get a young stud," Miss Lloyd suggested, "Or a girlfriend."

"Oh," Kitty exclaimed.

"But we're short so be my guest," Miss Lloyd agree, "So put your things in a locker and use, well anything that's free."

Kitty settled down in her sexy schoolgirl uniform, she adjusted the screen to hide her face and then moved it away, she spread her legs as she squatted down, and then pulled the screen down again and started to excite herself rubbing her clit between forefinger and thumb.

The intercom started buzzing, "All right love," a man asked, "You doing the business?"

"Oh yes," Kitty agreed almost gratefully, "Pay at the desk, I'll come down."

She saw he was younger than the men the previous evening, he paid only the two hundred standard fee and he followed Kitty to room 8B, "Where do you want me," she asked.

"Against the door frame," he said, "Do you do Anal?"

"Sorry no, it's extra and I haven't had an enema," she said apologetically.

"Next time then," he said, "You are a naughty little girl aren't you?"

"Oh yes sir," Kitty agreed, "And my pussy is so empty without your cock."

"Eh what?" he asked until he realised Kitty was acting, "Yes right," he agreed as he pulled down his pants and slipped the condom Kitty gave him onto his long thin penis, "I think on the bed would be better," he decided.

Kitty just lay back and surreptitiously sneaked some lube onto her forefinger and eased it between her pussy lips, and then waited for him to spear her.

He climbed on the bed and let Kitty guide his tool in to her slippery vagina and to her delight he started to hump rhythmically and kept going, "Oh that's so good," Kitty whispered appreciatively.

"Liar," he whispered, "But thanks," and he soothed her aching pussy for almost five minutes before he came in a long drawn out orgasm of many spurts and groans and finally collapsed onto her exhausted and spent. 

Kitty watched him dress before following him back to the corridor, "You missed a trick young lady," Miss Lloyd chided, "Anal, get an enema Kitty, nice and clean, ok?"

"Yes Miss Lloyd," Kitty said like a naughty schoolgirl.

"Janice will help you." she said.

Janice appeared from nowhere, "Yes come on through," she said and took Kitty through to Miss Lloyds office.

Kitty knew the drill and just allowed Janice to insert the nozzle and fill her bottom with warm water to wash the filth away, three times Janice repeated the action until she was satisfied and then she stuck the nozzle up Kitty's Vagina.

"Noooo!" Kitty protested, "Oh my god."

"Nice isn't it?" Janice chuckled, "I get myself off on it sometimes."

"Right," Kitty agreed, "I'll remember that."

Kitty returned to the window, but customers were sparse so she went to the canteen for a sandwich and waited for her ten o'clock.

The ten o'clock was late, Kitty surmised from his pin striped suit and old school tie that he had come from the Houses of Parliament, she couldn't place who he was but she was sure he was a senior Labour figure, and he wanted Anal.

"It's extra," Kitty explained, "Yes, I paid the extra," he lied but Kitty philosophically squirted lube up her bottom and bent over the end of the bed.

The man forced his short fat condom clad cock into her an inch or so grunted and let fly a stream of cum, the whole thing lasted barely thirty seconds and left Kitty feeling even more frustrated than before.

"First class," he said, "Prefer fellahs really but as long as it's tight an anus is an anus," 

Kitty felt sick, just an anus, she thought and she waited until he was dressed and gone before she started crying. She pulled herself together before washing again and then she found her street clothes and dressed and took a taxi home.

Wednesday and Thursday saw Kitty putting in two ten hour shifts at the telephone mainly although she did have a couple of "Special," customers but mainly she spent her time showing girls around and by Friday morning she was keen to get back to Salford.

Tim Raymond found her in her office just after three on the Friday afternoon, "We didn't discuss a retainer," he reminded her, "I suppose the job is 'Head of celebrity recruitment,"

"And the remuneration?" Kitty asked.

"Five hundred a week?" he asked, "As a retainer but I'll expect some results, evening and weekends, you can work from home." 

"No 'Specials' then?" she asked.

"Not if you don't want to," he agreed, "Do we have a deal?"

"Absolutely," she agreed.

"For a year, to begin with?" he offered.

"Why not?" Kitty agreed.

"Then I'll have the papers drawn up,"he agreed and he slipped away.

He returned around six in the evening, "Call it a day Kitty," he said, "I've got the papers, lets get them signed and then you cab go home if you like."

He handed Kitty the papers for her to look over and when she nodded he handed her the pen to sign with.

"You don't have an eight o'clock for me do you?" she asked, "Or should I do a display?"

He laughed, "No you can go home," he ordered as he looked at her in the smart business suit she had decided fitted her new image. 

Kitty took a Taxi to her father's house collected her cases and travelled north by slow train from Euston Station, not the bullet train from St Pancras, and arrived at Manchester Picadilly station around ten o'clock on Friday evening and got a Taxi to Salford and to the student house she shared with Paul, Cheryl and Rosie in the student quarter of Salford. 

"Hello?" Kitty called as she found the door locked and had to use her key to get in."Where are you?" she tried again, "The door's locked, are you hiding?" she asked as she walked in, and opened the lounge door, Cheryl and Paul were watching TV, "Oh there you are," she said but they simply ignored her.

"What's up, cat got your tongues?" she enquired.

"We've sent you to Coventry," Rosie informed her as she emerged from the kitchen with three cups of coffee, "You slut!"

"Rosie!" Kitty exclaimed, "Please don't be horrible to me, last week was bad enough."

"Oh poor Kitty," Paul sneered, "The cat that got the cream, well, well creamed anyway."

"I got your money Paul," Kitty said, "All of it."

"I don't want it, I don't want you, I don't ever want to see your face ever again," Paul insisted.

"You were keen enough in London." Kitty reminded him.

"What's this about London, Paul?" Rosie asked.

"He paid to fuck me," Kitty explained, "And the security people threw him out before he completed."

"Completed, you even talk like a whore!" Paul sneered.

"You fucked Kitty?" Rosie asked, "After all you said about her?"

"Only a few strokes, nothing too serious!" Kitty explained.

"But he fucked you?" Cheryl asked.

"Oh yes," Kitty agreed, "That's why, it was to get money to repay him, that's why."

"Why, what Kitty?" Cheryl asked.

"Why I slept with those awful men." Kitty explained, "So I could repay Paul what he paid to screw me!"

"But Kitty," Rosie added, "Surely there was more to it than that?"

"No, we had this plan," Kitty explained, " I decided to do the nude display if another girl would do the sex except Paul spotted the change over, he spoiled everything and once I started slept with him I couldn't really stop." 

"You agreed to a nude display," Rosie queried.

"With a Dildo," Paul added, "And a butt plug, holding her sex open as the men watched."

"I was all right until you turned up." Kitty reminded him.

"Really?" he sneered again, "On offer at two thousand pounds a fuck."

"Two thousand pounds!" Cheryl gasped, "Two thousand pounds?"

"I was doing six an hour at times," Kitty said sadly, "I was all right until he turned up."

"How much did you make?" Rosie asked.

"Over fifty thousand," Kitty said enigmatically, the actual sum was nearer a hundred even after tax, "After tax and oh, and I'm Raymond's new celebrity recruitment executive!"

"Makes my two thousand sound like a drop in the ocean," Paul suggested.

"So why pay to fuck me?" Kitty asked.

"It's a free country," he observed.

"You never said you wanted to before," Kitty reminded him.

"Well, that's because I didn't." he said, "I thought we were friends."

"We are!" Kitty assured him.

"No, we fucked, it's over." he insisted.

"Do I get a coffee?" Kitty asked.

"No!" Cheryl insisted, "We are watching the film, if you don't mind."

"Oh be like that then!" Kitty snapped and she took her cases up to her room.

Kitty sat on the bed for a moment before lying back looking at the ceiling with its myriad cracks and spiders webs, she closed her eyes briefly and when she woke it was three in the morning, she yawned and looked around, and finding she was still dressed she slipped her clothes off and took her night dress from her closet and put it on before she slipped into the bathroom for a quick wash and then after collecting a packet of condoms she sneaked into Paul's room.

He was sleeping in the middle of the double bed in his room and she oh so carefully pulled back the bedclothes and slipped into the bed beside him. 

He coughed and rolled away from her so she pulled the bedclothes back over herself and lay listening to his breathing.

She woke to the sounds of morning, Paul was gone, she went to her room, took her bathrobe and went downstairs.

"Paul told us," Rosie explained.

"I told him he could sleep with me," Cheryl replied, "For free."

"You bitch!" Kitty snapped, "I." she paused uncertain of what to say, "I wanted to make it right."

"By letting him fuck you? get real." Cheryl added.

"It was so unexpected," Kitty continued, "I had no idea, and then he pays two thousand pounds which he doesn't have, and now."

"He put you on a pedestal and you crashed and burned," Rosie explained, "Didn't you realise?"

"No," Kitty admitted, "But I need him to understand, I only slept with those men so could pay him back."

"Well he wont understand!" Rosie insisted, "Ever!"

Paul didn't come home on Sunday night but Kitty stayed up until three a.m. waiting for him before she finally climbed into his bed for the night his bed still waiting for him only rising around eleven in the morning. 

Still there was no word from Paul and he didn't return on Sunday either and he only returned early Monday morning, and even then he just grabbed his books and tablet computer and set off for \university completely ignoring the obvious evidence that Kitty had slept in his bed again.

Kitty had set off for her lectures before Paul returned, indeed he waited for her to go before he collected his books and Kitty spent time in the Library before her first lecture at Eleven o'clock.

Kitty had only been in her first lecture for ten minutes when Miss Jacobs, Vice Chancellor Howard's secretary, came to ask, or rather to insist that Kitty went to his office immediately.

Paul was outside waiting, "Ah, Mr Channing," Miss Jacobs said sternly, "If you would both like to go in, Mr Howard will be with you shortly.

Howard was already behind his desk, middle aged, with a beer belly, Kitty struggled to remember if he had been among the many men she had sex with, the fact he wouldn't make eye contact confirmed her suspicions, and the old school tie he wore sealed it.

"So," he said, "What are we to do with you two?"

"What have we done wrong exactly?" Kitty asked.

"You have brought the University into disrepute, you've been working in a brothel, and you," he pointed at Paul, "Have visited the brothel" he said agitatedly.

"But the law has changed, sex work has been legitimised," Kitty explained, "I've done nothing wrong."

"That's your opinion," he retorted.

"And the legal advice from HM government website," Kitty explained, "It's not illegal to sell sex, but it might be immoral to pay for it,"

"Hang on a minute," Paul said, "You can't wriggle out of it that easily!"

"What do you think Miss Jacobs," Mr Howard asked and added, "She did law you know."

"I think she's right sir," she replied.

"And Mr Channing?" he asked.

"Well paying for sex is a grey area," she explained, "The new law clarified and decriminalised selling sex but said nothing about procuring sex."

"You were there too," Kitty said pointedly, "Tuesday, I didn't recognise you then but I recognise you now, It's the same tie!" Mr Howard jolted as if he received an electric shock.

"It does rather sound as if Miss Edmonds has no case to answer," Howard explained awkwardly,"but we cannot have undergraduates visiting brothels Mr Channing."

"What if I refund the money?" Kitty asked.

"No, I'm sorry, I'm afraid you'll have to be sent down Channing," Mr Howard said.

"But what about you?" Kitty asked, "The special on Tuesday evening it was you wasn't it?"

"I have no idea what you are talking about!" he replied.

"That was the evening you went to London sir," Miss Jacobs said icily.

"We sleep together at home, what's the difference?" Paul demanded.

"It was all over the newspapers," Mr Howard protested.

"So will you be if you send Paul down," Kitty threatened.

"A fine then, two thousand pounds each," he offered.

"Done!" Kitty agreed, "I'll let you have a transfer right now," she said reaching for her iphone.

"I can't pay." Paul said.

"Give him a fortnight, he'll pay," Kitty said, "Tim Raymond is opening the basement as a gay resort."

"Kitty" Paul protested, "No, no way!"

"You have fourteen days," Mr Howard stated firmly, "Now get out," Kitty wasted no time and grabbed Paul's arm and left the room.

"You devious manipulative bitch!" Paul snapped at Kitty as they left the office.

"Just grow up, I've got lectures to attend," Kitty replied and she strode off towards the Library.

That evening Kitty sat on Paul's bed working on her computer and waiting for him to come home, she expected him home at six at the latest but he finally stormed in around nine thirty, rushed upstairs and stopped dead as he saw her.

"What the hell?" he asked.

"I have your money," she explained, "Two thousand pounds, and another two for the fine if you will be nice to me."

"What?" he asked incredulously.

"If I can sleep with you, two thousand pounds for the fine," Kitty said nervously. 

"For gods sake!" Paul protested, "You can't buy me!"

"You bought me, remember," Kitty reminded him, "I suppose I still owe you,"

He looked down at her as she sat in her short denim skirt and white tee shirt, a very different Kitty to the naked slut he screwed in Soho.

"You'll get naked," he suggested, "Like in London?"

"If you like," she said.

"Then lets do it," he said, "The whole works blow job, anal, the works, everything on your whore's menu."

"I thought you liked me, why do you have to be so horrible!" she snapped and turned away.

"I used to respect you!" he said.




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"Then we both know where we stand," Kitty said, "Goodnight," and she shut her computer and stood up to leave.

He blocked her way and he reached out to hold her, "Paul!" she protested.

She stood and waited, expecting his hands at her waist pulling her skirt down but instead he took her cheeks in his hands and kissed her on the lips.

"That's what I wanted to do," he said.

"Great, but it's too late Paul," she insisted, "Sorry."

"But I thought it's what you wanted," he said in confusion.

"It was, briefly," she admitted, "Good night!" she said again and she slipped past him and went to her own room.

Kitty returned a few minutes later, and handed Paul a handwritten note, "I transfered four thousand pounds," she said, "We're even."

"I ought to refuse it but I'll pay you back," he promised, "Sorry."

"It's ok," Kitty replied, "I think I grew up."

"We could have been good together," Paul said wistfully.

"We can still be friends?" Kitty offered.

"I think we both know we can't." Paul said, "Sorry."

Kitty sighed and went back to her bedroom somehow she felt horribly alone and lay on her bed for ages before she finally undressed and slipped between the sheets.

Kitty lay awake for ages before she gave up trying to fight her instincts and made her way back to Paul's room.

"Couldn't sleep," she explained as she slipped off her bathrobe and slid in beside him.

"Nor could I" Paul explained and she slipped her hand down Paul's chest undoing the cord around his pyjamas and gently caressed his rapidly swelling penis, "No," he said "Not like this!"

She kissed his cheek, "What are you waiting for?" she said.

"It's not enough," he said but as Kitty lay back he climbed over her and she guided him in to her moistening vagina, he slid in easily and started humping, urgently needily humping like a dog and Kitty thrilled to the feel of a live naked bareback cock and the spurt of semen she knew was to come.

She was ready for his orgasm, almost beyond her own peak of desire when he began to cum, spurting violently inside her his cum seemingly cleansing her of the filth of the past weeks and then when he finally stopped spurting and lay down on her Kitty yawned, stretched and fell asleep. Paul pulled the bedclothes round her and quietly dressed and slipped down stairs.

Paul returned an hour or so later and roused her, "Kitty, do you want a coffee?" he asked.

"Please," she said, "Are we friends again?"

"Lovers?" he suggested.

"Fine with me," she said, "And we can we sleep together, I mean sleep?"

"Sure, but not just sleep?" he added.

"No, not just sleep," she replied.

Kitty felt she was in love but by Friday the memories of her time at Raymonds intruded each time Paul made love to her, and she started to dream of other men, short fat cocks to stretch her wider, long cocks to pound the neck of her womb something different something more.

"I had better build bridges with Daddy," she told Paul and Friday afternoon saw her travelling south to London once again to her father's house and when he was not there she travelled on to 'Raymonds'.

The security man recognised her and didn't ask for ID, Miss Lloyd was not surprised to see her, and Jackie wasn't surprised to see her either, "It's addictive isn't it?" Jackie asked as she saw Kitty talking with Miss Lloyd.

Kitty had to agree, "I was all right for a week," she admitted, "But now my boyfriend isn't enough."

"Actually I've a party of eight students in function room one, eight until nine," Miss Lloyd explained, "Enema before and wash your hair after," she warned.

"What do you mean?" Kitty asked.

"About four good orgasms," Jackie laughed.

"Anal Bukkake you name it you do it." Miss Lloyd suggested.

"Ok, I'll do it!" Kitty agreed, "I'll give it a try."

"Great because Dolores has phoned in sick," Miss Lloyd smiled, "There's half an hour before you need to get ready."

Kitty took her time, she showered thoroughly with the odourless non scented soap, had an enema, combed her hair and dressed in a tight black lace up corset, four inch heels and fishnet stockings with a cheap red dress and flimsy black bra and panties and with her anus and vagina copiously lubricated with slippery red lube she waited in the waiting room for the party to arrive, it was as suggested a group of students, taking advantage of the lower rates for early evening, and Miss Lloyd waited until they were all in the function room before she allowed Kitty in.

The room was lit with dim red and blue lighting, leather couches and low tables were spread around the room which could seat sixty for a lecture but was booked by just eight young men.

Kitty slipped quietly through the door, "Hi boys!" she laughed and quite suddenly she was overwhelmed as the guys converged on her, "Hey one at a time," she said as eager hands pawed her and then her hands were undoing belts and trouser zips and the guys were stripping their shirts and jackets off.

Hands at her hips lifted her bodily and then they made her bend forward and the first cock slid into her anus, Kitty cried out briefly and then a boy around her own age hauled her upright by her hair and thrust his cock into her vagina, "Oooohh" she gurgled and then her consciousness dissolved into the euphoria of being double teamed.

Kitty thrilled to the exquisite pleasure of having a live cock in her vagina and a second one in her Anus and she wrapped her legs around the man and they staggered around the room for a moment before falling to the floor laughing with Kitty between the two of them and the one on top humping her anus.

They changed positions so she was laid across the coffee table so she could suck the cocks they presented her while she was fucked from behind, sometimes her anus sometimes her vagina and fingers sought her clit and nipples exciting her beyond her wildest fantasies.

Lube and condoms were passed around, they double teamed her again making her cry out, and by standing on a chair one of the guys had her suck his cock as she was being double fucked.

Kitty thought she had died and gone to heaven and finally as the end of the hour approached they formed the circle and with Kitty sitting in the middle as they stood round cocks in hand as she lay there looking up at them as they competed to see who could cum first.

She didn't even try to avoid the explosions of cum, and as Jackie suggested the spurted into her hair degrading her even as she orgasmed again at the thought of being used by so many guys at once, and suddenly it was over,

She lay naked and covered in sticky cum as Miss Lloyd shooed the boys from the room.

"Feel better?" Jackie asked.

"Yes, much!" Kitty agreed, "Ohh, I'm sore!" she laughed, "And I need my hair washed!" 

To be continued.





Prefer fellahs really but as long as it's tight an anus is an anus,You have fourteen days,



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Part 4 Kitty returns to the Cotswolds

Kitty sat for a moment as cum ran down her face and neck, fresh sticky cum recently wanked into her hair by the eight young men who had screwed her in the past hour, the function room was now bathed in bright neon light showing which of the industrial quality carpet squares were soiled with cum and needed a quick change, and which leather couches and polished coffee tables needed a quick wipe over before the ten o'clock session

"How do you feel?" Miss Lloyd asked as she locked the function room where Kitty lay

"Fucked, totally fucked!" Kitty replied.

"The women are worse," Miss Lloyd warned.

"Oh yes the make you lick pussy and then," she said.

"And then what?" Kitty asked.

"Pee on you!" Miss Lloyd said.

"Gosh!" Kitty said.

"Have you ever had sex with a women?" Miss Lloyd asked.

"Oh no," Kitty replied, "No, I like boys."

"But girls have more stamina," Miss Lloyd suggested, as she collected Kitty's discarded clothing and a stray sock on of the men had left behind "And it's my break." 

"Oh!" Kitty said thoughtfully, "I see."

"Do you?" Miss Lloyd asked as she began to undo the buttons down the front of the long white dress she wore.

"Of course, you need to cum too," Kitty smiled.

Miss Lloyd pushed her panties down to her knees revealing a freshly waxed pussy.

"It's the least I can do," Kitty said, "When you have been so kind to me."

"Call me mistress," Miss Lloyd whispered.

"Then turn the lights down," Kitty suggested, "Or turn the CCTV off." 

"Ah," Miss Lloyd said awkwardly.

"Oh my god you're filming!" Kitty gasped.

"Sorry," Miss Lloyd apologised.

Kitty grabbed her red dress and threw it on, "I need a shower!" she demanded and Miss Lloyd buttoned up her dress again and unlocked the door to let Kitty out, "Can I use your shower? Kitty asked.

"Yes," Miss Lloyd agreed.

"Will you wash my hair?" Kitty asked.

"Oh, yes, why?" Miss Lloyd asked, "Come through," she added and she led the way to the changing room and through to her office beyond with its examination chair and in the corner the private shower room Miss Lloyd used.

"Lock the door," Kitty said as she slipped off the red dress, "Where were we."

"Oh," Miss Lloyd said, "That was for the camera."

"So lets rehearse," Kitty suggested.

Miss Lloyd self consciously removed her white dress to stand in her black panties and bra with her midle tightly constrained with a black lace up corset, her breasts stood out firmly as only silicon can and only the thickening around her waist and lines on her face gave away that she was nearer forty than thirty.

"Pants," Kitty said as she settled down to lie on the tiled area under the shower.

Miss Lloyd kicked her black knickers aside.

"Are you going to pee on me?" Kitty asked.

"Yes," Miss Lloyd said nervously.

"Just as long as I know," Kitty said, "So how do I do this?"

"Just lick me," Miss Lloyd suggested, "I'm sure you can work it out."

Rain was falling as Kitty left Raymond's through the back door, a Taxi was waiting and on an impulse she ordered the driver to take her to her father's Cotswold home, the drive leered, "That's a couple of hundred pounds, you good for it?" he asked.

"I'm an account customer," she snapped as she pulled her ID from her handbag and showed him, "I charge two thousand an hour," she added.

"Jeez, well I hope you're worth it," the driver replied.

"Just shut up and drive," Kitty insisted and she flopped back in the seat and just dozed.

The Taxi whispered westwards along the M40 before turning south on the A429 for her fathers Cotswold house, Kitty advised the driver as to the best route and they arrived at the house around 11 p.m.

Kitty was surprised to see her mother's distinctive BMW parked in the drive.

Kitty signed the drivers 'Chit' and took her case and walked around to the kitchen door, it was open so Kitty stepped inside "Daddy?" she called.

"Kitty, is that you?" he asked.

"Yes Daddy," she replied.

"Catherine!" her mother exclaimed, "What the hell did you think you were doing!"

"I did a Availability for Work Auction for Daddy," she said, "And got a job in a sex village!"

"You idiot!" her mother squealed, "What on earth did you do that for, didn't you think for one second about Jasmine and me?"

"Frankly Mummy," Kitty said, "I didn't give you a moment's thought," she explained, "Why?"

"Because Marco threw me out you selfish little bitch!" Kitty's mother retorted.

"And Jasmine?" Kitty asked about her 'sister.'

"Yes, she's upstairs crying her eyes out, I think we should live here for a while," Kitty's mother suggested.

"Look," Lord Barchester exclaimed, "That's all well and good but Adriana we have been divorced for."

"Separated Charles, separated," Kitty's mother explained.

"I expect Daddy wants some time alone with his mistress!" Kitty observed.

"You haven't heard then, Jade doesn't want anything to do with me," he said, "After your shenanigans." 

"Look, it was your bloody idea!" Kitty said pointedly.

"Not working in a damned brothel wasn't!" he replied.

"And if I hadn't?" she snapped, "You would have lost your job!"

"I'm finished anyway," he said, "When the opposition gets going!"

"Really?" Kitty sneered, "When the leader's daughter is doing an outside engagement for a stag do in Pimlico as we speak, I think 

"How the hell do you know?" he demanded.

"I arranged it," she admitted, "You would be amazed what the average druggie will do for a two thousand pounds."

"Catherine!" her mother snapped, "That's immoral."

"No mummy, getting the CCTV footage is immoral," Kitty replied, "Anyway I'm heading for bed!"

"Ah, Kitty, your mother is using your room," her father advised.

"Then she can un use it," Kitty replied.

"And where am I supposed to sleep?" her mother replied.

"With Daddy of course," Kitty replied, "And use a condom I don't want a baby sister."

"Catherine how dare you talk to me like that," her mother demanded.

"Oh grow up Mummy, the only difference between you and me is that I get paid," Kitty sneered, "You would be in seventh heaven screwing eight young boys like I did earlier."

"Catherine, how dare you, Charles tell her," Kittys mother demanded, "Charles!"

"Yes, all right Adriana," he replied, "Maybe you should show some respect Kitty?"

"Any special reason?" Kitty asked.

"Charles!" her mother cried.

"Well you did screw most of the Lords Polo team," he explained.

"And the grooms, and even the lorry driver," Kitty added.

"Gave me crabs," he admitted.

"I've got some lotion," Kitty offered, "If you need it."

"Oh no!" Kitty's mother demurred.

"Well I'm having my bed, you can sleep on the floor for all I care!" Kitty snapped and she stormed upstairs.

Kitty lay on her bed, looked at the ceiling closed her eyes and fell asleep.

She woke at three a.m. something was banging in the wind, she listened, it wasn't windy, "Daddy?" she asked, "Daddy?"

"Ohhhh," someone said.

"Oh bloody hell!" Kitty exclaimed as she realised the banging was coming from her fathers room.

"What's happening?" Jasmine asked as she sidled into Kitty's room.

"Daddy is screwing Mummy." Kitty explained.

"Oh shit," Jasmine sighed, "Marco will never take her back now!"

"So?" Kitty demanded.

"He promised to teach me to drive!" Jasmine sighed again.

"So pay for lessons," Kitty suggested.

"With what?" Jasmine asked.

"It can't be that expensive, I'll sub you." Kitty promised.

"I'd still like them to get back together," Jasmine admitted.

"With Marco," Kitty asked.

"Yes," Jasmine agreed.

"Well, I'd like Daddy and Mummy together."

"That's because he is your Daddy," Jasmine suggested, "I like living with Mummy and Marco."

"Go to bed Jas," Kitty suggested, "See what they say in the morning."

Jasmine slipped away and Kitty found her nightdress, undressed, slipped the nightdress on and slipped into bed and slept soundly until morning.

Morning found Kitty's parents arguing, Kitty could hear them through the bedroom wall, "You'll have to send her abroad," her mother was saying.

"Why, the damage is done," her father suggested.

"Well there isn't room for all of us!" her mother insisted.

Kitty got up and slipped her bathrobe on before sidling along to her father's bedroom and flinging the door open, her parents were sitting up in bed together glaring at each other.

"I heard you in the night," Kitty reminded them, "You seemed a lot friendlier then."

"He cums too soon Kitty," her mother said embarrassingly.

"Most men do Mummy, you just have to go for quantity not quality," Kitty said knowingly.

"You're not suggesting your mother joins your circus!" he snapped.

"God no she's far too old and wrinkled," Kitty said nonchalantly, "Any toast left?"

"I am not," her mother insisted, "Old!"

"Mummy twenty five is old in our business," Kitty explained, "I suppose I could get you some stag do's or something dim lighting."

"Save me paying your allowance," her father laughed.

"Is that really how little you think of me?" her mother asked.

"Yes," Kitty admitted, "Is there any coffee?" Kitty stepped back as her mother rose.

Her father cleared his throat and added, "Now Adriana calm down."

"She said I'm old." she protested.

"Well you are," Kitty's father agreed, "And wrinkled, randy as a tomcat I'll grant you but way past your sell by date."

"We'll see about that!" Kitty's mother snapped and she stormed from the room.

"Have we got rid of her?" Kitty asked.

"Lord I hope so," he replied, "Four times last night Kitty, four, I'm too old for all that I'm afraid."

Kitty slipped upstairs and rang Raymonds, "Hi, it's Kitty Edmonds, Lord Barchester's daughter, I have Lord Barchester's ex wife Adriana DeLaplata interested in doing a Celeb appearance," she said quietly.

Miss Fanshawe carefully wrote down the details, "So she's one of yours, you'll expect commission I suppose?" she asked.

"Absolutely," Kitty agreed.

Kitty slipped downstairs, "Mummy, Tim Raymond has offered you an audition if you are interested," she shouted as Adriana struggled with her bags.

"Did you arrange one for Jas as well?" she asked, "Or do you still have a speck of decency?"

"Oh!" Kitty thought, "Well she could use the money for driving lessons!" she suggested.