0 comments/ 79635 views/ 3 favorites Cat House By: Asianlove Lisa and I came to the Ranch two weeks after our high school graduation. We were both eighteen and wild. Best friends since grade school we had talked about doing this since our junior year. I was impressed with the ranch when I first saw it because there was a stretch limousine parked to the side and a private airstrip out in the pasture. Lisa did not like it. She thought it looked old and run down from the outside. In truth she was right, the Ranch was run down, and all I was trying to do is buoy my sprits by focusing on the positive. Rosy met us at the door of the Ranch. She was going to be our boss. Not friendly in the least, both Lisa and I were able to agree on Rosy's bad disposition from the start. Adding to her intimidating appearance were Rosy's ugly yellow teeth, caused from her habit of chain smoking two packs a day. Rosy interviewed us briefly, but did not seem too concerned with the direction of the conversation. A man entering the room with out knocking and whispering something in her ear constantly interrupted her. Rosy was his boss too, so she just gave him her bad attitude and kept on talking to us. "Why do you girls want to work here?" "The money," both Lisa and I answered together. "There's other ways of making money besides working here." "Not as much money," I said. "How much do you think you'll make here?" "Well… I don't know," I stammered taken off guard by this line of questioning. I wanted to say more but the man came into the room again and crouched over next to Rosy whispering some more angry words in her ear. Rosy stuck her cigarette between her lips and wrote something down on a piece of paper. The man took the paper from her and exited the room once more. "Don't get me wrong," Rosy said blowing out a stream of blue smoke from her nostrils. "You girls are nice. We could use you. But what we can't use, and I personally won't tolerate, is complaining after you come to work here. If you don't understand what this place is like when you walk in that door then you should get your butts straight the fuck back out the door." "We know what this place is," Lisa said in an even voice. "I take it you can both prove you're over eighteen?" "We have drivers licenses." "We're a little tight for space right now. You all came at a good time because in the winter we don't got no space – we have to turn girls away then. We've got a couple of rooms left, but you won't be able to room together." "Can we just like… give it a try?" Lisa asked. "No," Rosy said with attitude. "You can't give us a try, honey. But we will give you a try. We'll know if you can take it or not after about a week. Then in another couple of weeks we'll know if you're going to be troublemakers or not. I won't let troublemakers work for me. They get shown the door mighty fast. Oh you better believe it." "We can get along with everyone," I said. "We'll find out," Rosy said. "Come back tomorrow around one in the afternoon. Everyone should be up by then and we'll get you settled into your rooms. I'm gonna start you all off on the night shift. You both have got the right bodies for the night shift." Lisa and I went back to the roadside park we were camped out in and spent our last night before becoming Cat House Girls. We talked everything over. Lisa was hesitant, but I just wanted to get started and make some money. I wished we could have started that night instead of spending it in the park. I think the wait made us both nervous, but Lisa more than me. The next morning we ate a fast food breakfast and drove around the county roads surrounding the Ranch until about twelve thirty. Finally neither of us could take the anticipation any longer and so I headed the old clunker we were driving in toward the Ranch. When we pulled up in front the parking lot looked deserted. Not one car was in sight other than our own and I thought the place must have closed down over night. Lisa and I got out of the car carrying a bag each with a few clothes in them. We set the bags down by the front door and walked around the outside of the Ranch, taking in the big patch of land surrounding it and the private airstrip. This was really eerie to be here, and to be starting to work here. Some tumble weed blew off the pasture land and past our feet just like I remember seeing it do in the corny old westerns I'd watch on television as a little girl. I flipped my hair out of my face and looked down at the cheap dime store watch I wore on my left wrist. "Well time to go make some money," I told Lisa in a cheery voice. "Promise me we'll leave if it doesn't work out?" Lisa asked me. I took her hand and we shook hands as we always use to do when we were about twelve and playing in her back yard. Then we hugged each other. The Ranch was a very security conscious place. The layout reminded me of a fort in the old west. We picked up our bags and made our way back to the front, but there was a tall fence electronically locked from the inside that all visitors had to be buzzed into in order to enter. We buzzed on the little button and announced our presence over the intercom. Then an answering buzz sounded and we pushed open the front gate and walked into our new job and our new life. Rosy wasn't there to greet us that first day, but some of the older girls were crowded around the big front room. Many of them were older than we were by twenty years or more. We quickly learned we were the youngest workers at the Ranch. One of the other girls showed us back to the little office we had interviewed with Rosy in the day before, and we were left alone here for a few minutes. I could see Lisa shaking. I wanted to comfort her but thought I should not show that type of emotion now that I had walked inside the walls of the Ranch. Soon a guy came back into the office with us. He was very friendly and shook both our hands and gave us a nice smile. "I'm Buddy," he introduced himself. "I own the Ranch. Rosy told me we had two new girls starting the night shift." "I'm Lisa." "And I'm Logan." "Nice to meet you girls. Have you been given the grand tour yet?" "Not yet." "Well don't worry. I'll get one of the girls to show you around. Also we need to find out what rooms Rosy has assigned to you." "She told us we wouldn't be able to get a room together." "Yeah, sometimes she likes to break up the new girls who come in together like you all. We have enough little clicks around this place with out adding some more." Buddy got a really large girl, well actually a really fat girl, to show us all around the many rooms of the Ranch. All laid out on a single story, the Ranch looked and felt like a cheap roadside motel. The front room was big and grand and fooled you into believing that the Ranch was a fancy place when you initially walked in the front door. There was also a really elegant bar, fully stocked with liquor at the end of the big front room. As we toured through it there were even a couple of old guys sitting and having a beer just like in any other bar. We walked down the narrow hallways of the Ranch. Doors ran off to each side of the hall. Behind each door was one of the girl's rooms. The girls all shared rooms with a roommate. We learned there were about eighty girls living at the Ranch, though not all of them at the same time. To one wing of the Ranch was the sauna room. Also down this wing were three big deluxe suites that any of the customers could rent for an exorbitant hourly fee. Then at the end of this wing was the little dinning area for the girls and behind that the girls kitchen. Some of the girls were friendly and nice, and some of them didn't even seem to notice we were there, and a few were openly hostile for no apparent reason at all. Surprisingly not too many of the girls were really all that attractive as women. They seemed to wear lots of make-up, and few clothes. Many had boob jobs that severely overstated the size of their chests. We met the cook who was an old woman from another country but she was so old it was hard to tell which country. We met the few men who worked at the Ranch. Three were bouncers who were huge men, and who made me feel safe because I knew they could have won a fight with anybody. Then we met the limo driver who was also a man. He was a big man too, but he was big in flab and not brawn. His stomach hung over his belt and almost touched to his knees. Then there was a young "Gofer". This guy was a skinny kid who was about the same age as Lisa and me. I had known boys like him in high school. He was introverted and shy and this had made him a little angry and into not such a nice person. He had pimples all over his face and always seemed nervous. I noticed he really tried being friendly to me when we met. I guess he must have thought I was pretty. Some guys thought that about me. We were assigned our rooms and introduced to our roommates. They seemed nice enough, but it was a little hard to tell. Anyway our roommates weren't really roommates. We had a small bedroom that was ours alone. The roommate part came in because we shared the same bathroom and shower, and I guess that sometimes the girls fought over this. The room was a little disappointing to me. It was smaller even than my bedroom back home and I had thought nothing could be smaller than that closet sized room had been. There was just a single bed, and a table and one dresser for our clothes. The room did have a little safe on the floor for us to hide away our cash payments within. We gave them our drivers' licenses to prove we were over eighteen, and then we signed income tax with holding forms because the government got a portion of the money we were to earn. After these preliminaries it was after five o'clock. Our first shift started at six and would last for twelve hours until six the next morning so I ate a small salad the cook made, and Lisa sipped on an iced tea, saying she wasn't feeling like eating yet. Then we dressed for the shift ahead. I took off my clothes, took a quick shower and came out to the grand entrance room in front wearing tight fitting shorts and a halter-top. I didn't put on any underwear. Lisa was even bolder than I and chose to wear a skimpy bikini. I thought she had made a good choice because she really looked hot. After we got to our station for the evening, seated in big leather chairs within the front entranceway, the waiting began. Some of the girls were talking, or playing cards, or listening to music. Most of the girls were over twenty-one and could go up to the bar and buy drinks. As a result most of the girls were getting pretty well blasted by the end of the first couple of hours of the twelve-hour shift. Lisa smoked. I hadn't taken up smoking yet so I didn't even have this to do. But I thought I probably should take it up pretty soon. I went over to the bartender and asked about getting a drink. He was very strict and told me that no one under twenty-one was severed at his bar. The night was starting off slow on customers. I was anxious to get my first customer and get it over with, and make my first real money. Two afternoon "parties" had been taking place when we got there, and after about half an hour the first of these girls led her man out to the front door to say good-bye to him. I inspected this girl closely. What had her and that man just done inside? How did the girl feel now that it was over? I could tell nothing by the expression on her face. She seemed totally neutral to me. I counted the minutes from the start of our shift at six until the first "line-up" we appeared in. Fifty-eight minutes exactly passed by before the loud buzzer from the security fence outside sounded. The night supervisor, who was named Nancy, called out in a loud and business like voice "Company girls!" We all got to our feet and stood in a line in front of the door. Thus the "line-up" got its name. There were twenty of us on duty that night. All of us were half-naked. I don't think I am biased when I say that Lisa and I were the two hottest girls in the line-up. We were both eighteen and had tight bodies. Lisa had a better body than I did, and she also had a really nice complexion. My complexion was a little pale. I felt a shiver of anticipation run up through my body as two men walked in the front door, a third man following up behind them. The first two were what I assume to be Japanese businessmen. They were both about fifty, had on expensive clothes and watches. One man had white hair. The other man had only a fringe of white hair around the side and was going bald. Both spoke with heavy accents. Starting with the first girl in line we all stepped forward and introduced ourselves with a friendly smile and polite nod of the head to our gentlemen callers. The men were leering at all of us with hungry eyes. The bald guy turned to his friend and said something in Japanese and they both laughed. "Hi, I'm Logan," I greeted them. You have probably already figured out that Logan isn't my real name. But it is the name I worked under and for the purpose of this story that's the name I'll use. The same was true for the fictitious name of Lisa, as my friend who was standing two places down further in line from me stepped forward and gave her name. I could see Lisa visibly cringe as the bald head came over and tapped her on the shoulder with a smile. "Lisa, why don't you show the gentleman back to your room," Nancy, our night supervisor said in her best business voice. The white haired man walked passed me and looked into my eyes. I tried smiling at him. He just looked at me with a cold stare like I was a new car he was contemplating on buying. When he passed me and went to the girl on my left I couldn't help but feel a wave of relief wash over me. No, I wouldn't make any money on this one, but at that moment money was the last thing on my mind. I looked to the back of the room and was able to catch Lisa's eye before the bald head led her down the hall. I wish I had never seen her face then. I had never seen my friend give me that sort of a look before. My heart skipped a beat as the bald head led her away, his hand already resting familiarly on her bikini bottom. I set back down in the big armchair I had taken for my own that night. I think I was in a state of near shock. What in the hell had we gotten ourselves into? More appropriately what had I gotten us into? I had been the one who kept pushing us to come here and kept the idea alive for the past two years. I had been the one that had seen the dream through into reality. Now was this a dream or a nightmare? I sat and stared into space for a long while. Then I noticed the third man that had arrived with the two Japanese businessmen. He was not Japanese, but just a typical working class looking American. He had purchased a beer from the bar and was talking with a few of the girls as if he knew them, as if he had been here before. He saw me watching him and walked over to me. "I don't believe I've seen you around here before," he said. "This is my first night." "Oh my goodness you must be a bundle of nerves!" "Yeah. I guess I am a little." "Some girls run away screaming after just one night in this place. Other girls make the best of it and go away after a few years and are millionaires." "I want to be like one of those girls." He laughed. "I'm Sam. I'm the cab driver of the two Jap's. I bring clients out here a lot. Sometimes Buddy and Rosy give me a little commission." "Are those two Japanese men all right kind of guys?" "I don't know. Never seen'em before tonight." "One of them picked my friend in the line-up. It'll be her first time. I'm sort of worried for her." He set down in the chair opposite mine. I watched him stare into me and through me. He was sizing me up. I realized I was for sale as I sat out there. "I'd like to have a party with you, Logan. Can I ask what your rates are?" I told him. They were high due to my age and tight body. "Kind of steep," he said with a little brush of his hand across his brow. "I can't afford to go all the way with you Logan, all though god knows I wish I could. How about we just go back to your room and I'll try number four on the house menu?" The house menu was a list of various sexual things the girls would do with the customers. Number four wasn't too bad, and he seemed nice enough. This might be a good break in customer for me. I smiled at him, got up from my chair and held out my hands to help him up with me. I tried to put a lot of happy energy into my movements as I took him by the hand and led him back to the hallway leading to my room. I got Nancy's attention with my eyes before we went down the hallway, and she went over to the computer in the office and signed me up for my first customer. I opened the door of that tiny room they had assigned me, using a key to bring the lock. Not use to the feel of the room or its layout yet I fumbled in the dark for the overhead light switch. When the lights were on I led Sam over to the bed and we both took a seat on top. I smiled at Sam and he smiled at me. I guessed then that he must have had parties with lots of the girls out here when he'd bring his fares out in his cab. He paid me. This wasn't a lot of money, but it was only number four on the house menu. "Wait here for me. I have to go give this money to the front desk. Then we've got the next half hour to relax and have fun," I said and got up and left him for about two minutes. I handed Nancy the money at the front desk. She gave me a reassuring nod. "Sam's a real nice guy. He's a regular of ours. He isn't a big tipper but I've never heard any of the girls complain about him." I walked back down the hall to my room. My heart started to beat fast. This was only a number four I kept telling myself. I knew what that was and how to do it. Yet I had never done it before. Never with any of the boys in high school or the two serious boyfriends I'd briefly had. Oh god, what have I gotten myself into I thought again for the thousandth time that night. I opened the door to my room and walked back over to Sam, putting the friendly smile back on my face. Sam was in his forties. He was probably older than my dad was, and. this felt strange. "Hey, can I get you something?" "Another beer would sure be nice." "Oh sorry. I can't bring you anything from the bar because I'm not twenty-one yet." "Not a problem," Sam said patting the spot next to him on the bed. "Sit on down here and tell me about yourself, Logan. How old are you anyway, honey?" "I turned eighteen in March." "My son is twenty. It's a tough age to be. I'm glad I'm starting to turn gray and get a tummy on me," he had an honest laugh when he said this. Then he looked around my room. "You haven't put up any posters yet. You don't even have a stereo in here." "I just moved in two hours ago." Again he laughed. He was starting to put me at ease and I was really grateful for this. I really liked Sam. He was probably the first person at the Ranch I had liked. "I don't want to mess up your new room, Logan," he said almost as if he was a little embarrassed. "Do you have any towels in your restroom?" "I don't know," I said hopping up off the bed. "I'll go check." I came back to the bed with two big white cotton towels. "Are these okay?" I asked presenting them to him. "That's great," he said taking them from me and starting to unfold them. He got up and placed one neatly down on the bed where he was sitting. Taking his seat back next to me on the bed he placed the other towel across his lap. He looked back up at me for a long moment and had a smile on his face. "You're a nice girl, Logan. I hope this all works out for you. If it does I'd like to become one of your regular visitors." Cat House "Thank you, Sam," I said. He looked down sheepishly to his groin. I could see a small bulge under his pants. "You're real pretty, Logan. What's your ethnic background?" "A mix of everything I think," I said laughing, still feeling pretty easy with him, and I could see he was trying his best to make me feel that way. "I even have a little Indian blood in me, but mostly just Dutch and Irish. At least that's what my grandma always tells me." "I'm part Irish myself. Maybe that's why we can talk so good," Sam said. Now he was rubbing his hand along the bulge in his pants. I looked down at his hand rubbing himself. I bit my lip. This is where I came in I knew. My service was required here. Accept I wasn't too sure how to begin. "I come out to the Ranch two or three times a month with fares, but normally I can only afford about one party a month. I had a party with a nice girl who works here last week, and so that's why I don't have enough to go all the way with you tonight." "That's ok," I said quickly, a little too quickly. "It's better for me to start off with this anyway." "I think you're going to be very popular and will make a lot of money out here if you can just stand some of the jerks that come out here every once and a while." "Do they have a lot of jerks who come out here?" "Oh I've seen a few," Sam said, the bulge in his pants growing large and his voice becoming a little tight. "Mostly the guy's are just average Joe's like myself. They won't give you any trouble." I know I was blushing terribly as he readjusted himself against the mountain under his jeans. "You look kind of uncomfortable," I told him. "Actually I am," he said reaching his other hand down to his fly. "If you don't mind I think I'll just let this out for some air." He pulled down the zipper and reached into his jeans. He had trouble getting it out of his fly. After a minute it popped up and straight into the air. I had only seen maybe three other penises in my whole life. Sam was about average I think. All though I didn't know what average was back then, and it looked swollen and red to me. I thought maybe he was sick or something. He started to move his fingers along his shaft. Gripping it by one hand he gingerly stroked himself. At the same time he moved the towel on his lap around to cover his shirt. "I guess you want me to help you with that, huh?" "Don't sweat it, Logan," he told me in that amiable way he had. "I'll just get some steam under her here and whenever you feel like it you can hop on in and help." I watched him fondle himself for about a minute or two, but it seemed like an hour or two for me at the time. "It's important that you like the job you do," he told me as he pumped himself. "I've been driving a cab for twenty-five years now, and I've never felt bad about it. No, sir, not for one day." "I think I'll like my job, too," I said moving closer to him on the bed and smiling. "I'll definitely like it if all the customers are as nice as you." Tentatively I reached out to him. We looked at each other for a moment and he nodded that it was ok for me to take a hold of it. I touched it in the middle just above his hands. It was very warm, and also very hard. I slid a finger down the underside. Next my thumb went around the topside and I had a hold of him. Sam took his hands away now and I moved still closer to him on the bed in order to get a better hold of him. I began to slide up and down his penis, my hand closing around it as it moved. I tried to imitate his movements of a moment before. His breath started coming heavier. He lay back on top of my bed, but looked down his belly at my hand movements. "Man oh man you are hitting the spot there, Logan," he said, his voice still good natured and conversational. "I'm just going to make myself comfortable here for a minute and enjoy." "Let me know what you like?" I told him. "I'm new at doing this and don't know if what I'm doing is good or not." "It's good all right, Logan," he said between heavy sighs, his big belly raising and falling. "Don't be afraid of it, honey. You can do it harder. It won't break." I held him harder and even increased the speed of the up and down strokes. I went way up to the head on one stroke and felt some liquid moisten my fingers. Some how I naturally knew that when I went deeper down on the base he liked it more so I adjusted the rhythm and was running my right hand from his jeans up to the tip in quick up sweeps. Each time I would pass the tip I would feel a little wet come out of him and onto my hand. "You know honey, if you want to really make an old cab driver happy put your other hand right here on my crotch and just push a little way into me." "Like this?" I asked placing my left hand on his jean crotch and gently pushing as I had been instructed. "Might want to back off a little. I don't want to get your pretty halter stained, sweetie," he said. "Oh yeah! That's it, honey!" Sam now adjusted the towel protectively around his shirt and jeans, his breathing was getting dangerous, and grunts were starting to escape his open mouth. "Oh spank it down there. You are doing good girl… doing good… ahhhh… that's it… we're almost there… almost there… yeah…" He motioned back with his head. "Aw god here we go!!!!!!!!!!!!" I had just scooted back on the bed in time. I got my first good look at the male ejaculation. A long white glob of white suddenly popped up out of the tip and flew into the air. It fell between my position and his on top of the bed, but fortunately on top of the towel he had pre-positioned. This was followed quickly by another glob that did not fly quite as high, and then a third glob. Lastly came tiny spurts of white spilling over the opening in his tip and running down the shaft in white rivers. My hand had quickened the pace. I don't know why I knew to do this, but it seemed like the right thing to do. And I continued milking him, my hand getting very wet with his white liquid. I just kept on pumping, and for the first time I felt his penis become weaker in my grip. I wiped away the cum off his shaft, careful not to get any of it on his shirt or jeans, and removed my hand. Pulling up the edge of the towel on the bed I wiped off with it, and brought to a happy conclusion my first professional hand job. My first number four. "Thank you, Logan," Sam said getting up off his back. He gave me a big bear hug, and I couldn't help but return his hug with equal strength. "How'd I do?" I asked, but was already feeling pretty confident he had liked what I did. "You've got your first satisfied customer." We both laughed. I got up and went to the bathroom to wash my hands, and I heard him zipping up and climbing off the bed. I used lots of soap and really hot water. There was a funny smell about semen that I was only just discovering, and I washed until my hand no longer smelled like Sam's cum. I went back out to the front room, took up my place at the chair in the window and smoked a cigarette. I think this was one of my first cigarettes. My first experience at the Ranch had been a good one, and I had made a little money, not much, but it was better than my old job in fast food. I waited for Lisa now. She had been in her party for about two hours. Most parties only lasted an hour or less, so I started to get worried about her. What was going on down in her room with that bald headed businessman? The skinny, pimpled "Gofer" that I had met earlier came up to me and sat down on the chair across the aisle. His name was Vinny, and he had the type of body odor that comes only from not showering or bathing. He stared at me with a smile revealing his crocked teeth. "Shouldn't you be working, Vinny?" I asked him, hoping he would leave. "Naw! I'm off duty now." "I don't know you from anyplace, do I?" "Nope, but you remind me of a girl I use to know in school." "I knew guys like you in school too, Vinny." "I party sometimes, you know?" "Party?" "Yep! I'm sav'n my money up for a party with a girl here at the Ranch. And I already know who its gonna be. I'm pick'n you, Logan." "I'm very expensive, Vinny." "Give me a month and I'll be able to afford you." This was sick. I had been feeling pretty good about things at the Ranch until this little creep showed up. I puffed on my cigarette and looked out the window at the red light flashing outside the Ranch. "Don't worry, I'll jack off before I visit you," Vinny continued as if the two of us were best of friends, or like I was his girl friend or something. Really sick! "That way I'll be able to last a long time when we make love." "Come back when you've got the money Vinny. Until then don't bother me when I'm working," I told him forcefully. "Yep… Sure, I'll be back," he said getting up and pulling at his crotch. "Girl, you won't be able to believe the size of my dick or the things I can do with it." I asked some of the other girls about Vinny when he was gone and they said he would occasionally get his uncle or someone to send him money and then he'd blow it all on a party with one of the girls. The girls all shared a good laugh when I spoke with them about Vinny. I didn't know if I should laugh or cry. For the second time that night I felt very much like a piece of merchandize up for sale in a department store window. Finally Lisa came down the hall leading from her room. Both of the businessmen were with her, one on either side. The men seemed happy. They were talking and laughing. Lisa did not look like herself. I could not tell what she was feeling. She looked like she was far away in the clouds somewhere and impossible to get to or touch at that moment. Lisa showed the two businessmen the door and nodded a curt good-bye to them. Then she turned around in that fog she was in and looked disoriented for a moment, like she didn't know what she should do next or where she should go. I got up and ran over to her side. Her hair was wet and matted against her brow, and fell down her back in strings. I noticed for the first time that she was no longer wearing her bikini she had left for the party in, but now had on a short bathrobe that barely made it down to her knees. I could tell she was naked underneath. "How'd it go?" I asked. "It was all right," she said without meeting my gaze. Well I got the whole story from Lisa, and this is what she told me happened in her party with the two Japanese businessmen: The men had been rich. They paid on a Gold Card for all the services the two girls, Lisa and the other girl whose name was Kammy, had to offer. A five hundred-dollar tip had even been offered to each girl. They also rented out the sauna room for three hours. Lisa and Kammy met the men in the sauna room after they had taken care of all the financial arrangements. Lisa was a really beautiful girl, a blonde, but not naturally, with a well-rounded figure that included C cups, a flat tummy, and a firm ass that made her look great in her bikini bottom. Kammy was twenty-four, a brunette, with shoulder length hair, and an average size and face. Kammy, who had been in the business for several years told Lisa to take her bikini off and get in the hot tub to await the men. The two men entered the room and found the two girls they had selected from the line up naked and waiting for them in the hot tub. The men were wearing Ranch bathrobes they had changed into inside the girl's rooms. They casually set down at the edge of the hot tub and let their feet dangle in the water. The white haired guy had brought some expensive cigars with him and handed one to the bald headed guy. They lit up the cigars and were puffing smoke through the room as they spoke in their own language. All the while they were ignoring the two nude girls sitting in the water at their feet. Then the white haired man opened up his robe. Naked under it, he let his still flaccid cock hang in front of him and motioned for Kammy to move up to him. The bald headed man did the same and Lisa got her summons to swim up to his waiting penis. Lisa watched Kammy take the little penis in her hand and bend down to it with her mouth. Lisa tried doing the same thing, watching Kammy for each cue. The bald headed man had a short but fat cock. It was bunched up and almost inside his scrotum, as he had not felt any arousal yet. Lisa reached for the thick little muscle and grabbed it up. The two men were carrying on their conversation as the girls administered to them. Kammy had the white haired man in her mouth and was trying to bring some life to his little dick as her lips tugged him into the air. Lisa took a big gulp and felt half way nauseated, but then she closed her eyes and bent down to the bald headed mans cock. It was still flaccid as she parted her lips and placed them around it. To her horror she thought she tasted a drop of urine as she took her first tentative suck. Neither man seemed too much into the girls yet. They were discussing business or something as the girls gave them head. Lisa tried pulling with her hands and sucking it in with her mouth. The little thing just wiggled under her chin, refusing to come to life. Looking over her shoulder she saw that Kammy was having better luck with hers. The white haired mans penis was growing in her mouth as she blew him. Lisa felt the bald headed man run his fingers through her blonde hair as she leaned into his groin. He seemed to be inspecting her hair or something, and held his cigar between his index and middle finger in the hand that patted her head. The left leg of the bald headed man moved over slightly in the water and grazed Lisa's nipple. She stuck out her tongue to try and get him going and tasted the opening of his little penis. Her eyes were held tightly shut the entire time. The little muscle twitched in her mouth and the bald headed man began moving his hips forward to bring more contact between it and her mouth. His pubic hair nestled around her face and tickled the underside of her chin. Her nose went involuntarily into the patch of hair above his cock. The man's penis began to lengthen and widen inside Lisa's mouth. It wasn't a long one, but soon the width of it made the corners of her mouth stretch out wide to accommodate it all. She could feel it tense and harden as she sucked it inside her mouth, and his ministrations to her hair on the top of her head continued, as did the business chatter in the foreign language between the two men. The white haired man seemed to be the boss between the two. He got up from his sitting position at the edge of the hot tub and motioned for everyone to join him. He closed up his robe protectively around his swollen dick. The bald headed man pushed Lisa off his dick, closed his robe around himself and climbed up from the floor, following his partner. Kammy motioned for Lisa to follow the men. Kammy led the way, her tall nude body, dripping wet from the water striding across the room behind the two men. Lisa climbed out of the tub after her. She told me she felt really embarrassed walking naked through the room behind the two men in their bathrobes. The men stepped over to a small massage table in the corner of the room. They held a brief discussion here and seemed to come to some sort of agreement as they motioned with their cigars back over to the two naked and waiting girls. With a nod of his head the bald headed man motioned for Lisa to come forward. She stepped up in front of the two men, and told me she was almost shivering from her nudity and embarrassment. The bald headed man told her to get up onto the table. Again she obediently did as she was told. The bald headed man told her to lie down on her back on the table. When she had complied, the two men circled her on the table, the bald man going down to the end by her legs and the white haired man going to the top where her head lay. Lisa was almost in tears as she related this part of the story to me, but it just came pouring out. She had been in utter terror at that moment not knowing what they were going to do to her. The bald head man lifted her knees up off the table and brought her legs apart with his hands. He held her prone like that for a moment and stared down between her legs. He said something in his foreign language and called the white haired man over to get a look at Lisa's eighteen-year-old pussy. Both men took a hold of one of her legs and bent to stare down at her vaginal opening inspecting her closely. They took turns touching her. The white haired man ran his finger along her pink vaginal lips and rubbed, soon he had her clit exposed. Both men bent close to look and took turns feeling and probing. I felt Lisa's fear and shame as she related this to me in the front room of the Ranch. The men were still smoking the cigars and the white haired man pointed down to Lisa's snatch, motioning with his cigar hand. Both men broke out laughing after the white haired man made a comment in the foreign language. Then with smiles on both their faces the men let her legs fall back to the table, the white haired man went back to his position above her head, and the bald headed man ran his hands up her thighs and got a good feel of her pubic mound. The men opened the front of their robes once again, this time exposing rock hard cocks standing straight out from their groins like little Samurai swords. It seemed to amaze Lisa that they were still carrying on with their conversation and smoking the expensive cigars as they did all of this. The bald headed man turned Lisa around on the table, pulling her by her ankles. He pried her knees back apart as he slid her pelvis down the table and toward his waiting prick. Lisa told me she thought of the scene from Jaws where the guy slides off the boat into the open mouth of the shark. She was actually strong enough to laugh about this as she related the story to me. Kammy came up next to the bald headed man and took his penis briefly in her hold. She was holding the Cat House Girls best friend in her other hand – vaginal lube. She pointed the nose of the bottle down at his penis and poured some down the left side and then turned the little penis and poured some more down the right side. Then Kammy took the lubed up penis and brought it between Lisa's legs, slowing making the insertion. The vaginal gel (replete with a strong spermicide) rubbed off the cock head and greased the inside of Lisa's entrance, allowing for easy and deep penetration. I should note here that most Cat Houses forced their customers to use condoms, but the Ranch did not. We were in violation of a state law by permitting unprotected sex, but it paid better, and I think Buddy, the owner knew whom to bride so we could continue the practice. The white haired man lifted a knob on the side of the little table Lisa was getting banged on. This released a catch holding up the top half of the table. The table half fell to the side of the table legs, and Lisa's head, which had been resting on this, fell backward and was left unsupported in the air. The white haired man threw his rode out of the way and spread his legs to mount Lisa's face. His balls hung down onto her cheeks, coming to rest on her nose. His ass hole was just above her eyes. He pressed his erection against Lisa's lips and she had no choice but to open her mouth. He feed her his penis, and so swallowed it down. Kammy stood by and acted as a cheerleader to the double fuck of Lisa. She reached around both men from behind, throwing her arms wide down the side of the table. One of her hands reached between the bald mans butt cheeks and rubbed his balls as they banged against Lisa's ass. Her other hand ran along Lisa's forehead and soon found the white haired mans balls slapping Lisa's cheeks. Kammy began massaging and kneading both men by the balls and gave them pushes forward in their violations of Lisa. Cat House Amazingly enough the men were still having a conversation as they banged Lisa, one between her widely spread legs, and the other mounted over her face, his dick hanging out of her mouth. The white haired man reached down and took Lisa's well-rounded breasts in each of his hands. The bald headed man took her by the knees and brought her legs high in the air, her feet sticking straight up, and closed them up. This brought her pussy muscles tightly around his thrusting cock, but the vaginal gel Kammy had spread along his penis continued to permit him a slick and easy bang. Lisa told me she didn't know how long this lasted. Her whole body had become numb. The constant talking in the foreign language between the two men humiliated her. I think this was the worst for her. The men started to laugh. Patting her tits, the white haired man told his friend a joke. The bald headed man reached up and patted her tits as well, and then he laughed. They both had huge smiles on their faces as they thrust their pelvises into Lisa, one from each end of her. Kammy began laughing with them, and mocking their motion reached down and patted Lisa's big round tits. Kammy even added a painful little pinch after she finished. These motions made the men laugh some more. All three people in the room with Lisa were laughing with out control. The white haired man pushed down on Lisa from her shoulders and pushed her pussy firmer against the bald man. Then the bald man, thrusting his cock deep, pushed her body back up on the table in the opposite direction. This brought more outrageous laughter. Kammy pushed each mans balls from behind and more laughter sounded. Then the bald man spread Lisa's legs wide, holding them by the calves now. After another few penetrations by his thick penis he withdrew. She felt warm liquid spray onto her belly. The cock in Lisa's mouth was deep causing her to start gagging and choking as the bald man finished ejaculating on top of her stomach. No one heard her gag because there was too much laughing and yelling. The bald man screamed something loud and angry in his own language as he climaxed onto her belly, his cum pooling in her naval. Then Lisa heard the white haired man start to scream the same words, whatever they meant Lisa did not have a clue. Soon his cock jerked inside her mouth and a jet of warm semen hit the back of her throat and slid involuntarily down. Some of it spilled over into her windpipe and she gagged some more. Some of it was caught upward in her nasal passage and she claimed the salty smell was with her for the next month. She couldn't really blow her nose to expel it, because his balls covered each nostril. Lisa told me through bravely fought back but bitter tears that she thought she was going to die at that moment. She thought she would drown in the white haired man's sperm. After the men had relieved themselves in Lisa they closed up their robes and headed back for the dressing room to retrieve their clothes. Neither even looked at Lisa as they passed her limp form, now half hanging from the table. Lisa just hung there from the table for a couple of minutes. Her mouth was open and she was trying the gag up some sperm from the back of her throat. She told me she had never swallowed before with her boyfriend. Finally she pulled her head weakly to the side and blew her nose, a stream of white liquid running from out of each nostril. The smell over powered her and she half fell off the table and onto the floor. For the next five minutes she lied naked on the floor of the sauna in a crumpled ball. Her only thought during this terrible interlude was to blow her nose and gag as deep as she could to get out as much of the semen sliding down her throat as she possibly could. Feeling along her flat belly she came up with a glob of sperm on her hand from where the first ejaculation had pooled on her stomach. Finally she set up straight and leaned her long naked back against the table she had just been double fucked on. She said at that moment she breathed a sigh of relieve. The first party was over, and she had lived through it. That's all she allowed her mind to focus on at that moment, and I think she was at least partially successful in shutting out all of the shame and humiliation that I know was bound up back in her somewhere. Kammy had left the room for a moment, but was soon back and calling to Lisa. She had taken the time out of the sauna room to get dressed in her mini skirt and shirt once more. She looked down at the naked eighteen-year-old girl on the floor before her with out pity. "Hurry up baby!" she yelled. "It's your job to see the customers out the front door!" Lisa looked up at her with a dazed and unfeeling stare. "Put some clothes on and get out there with those two Japanese. Hurry-hurry-hurry!!!" Lisa picked herself up and found a spare robe to put on. Before leaving the sauna she went to the hot tub and ducked her head under the water, spitting and blowing out some more semen. God, he must have had a really heavy ejaculation in her mouth. Then she walked outside and found the Japanese men just coming out of the dressing room. They were still talking and laughing. She walked in front of them to escort them to the front door. She didn't bother to look at them and they never paid her the slightest attention. That's when I first caught sight of her coming down the hallway. The two of us had been sitting in a corner of the front room of the Ranch as Lisa told me the story. She had been doing a good job of keeping herself under control. She almost broke down a few times, but fought it back. I could see her visibly shivering as she held herself while she told me everything, her legs held tightly up against her chest as she curled in the seat of the chair. A few of the other girls had been looking over in our direction. It was a slow night at the Ranch and after the Japanese men left there were no other customer's. "What did you do?" Lisa asked me as if afraid to find out the answer. "I gave the cab driver of those guys a hand job in my room," I said as if it was the most normal thing in the world to do with a cab driver. I guess that maybe I felt a little guilty because I had gotten off so easily while Lisa had suffered so much humiliation. Kammy came walking over to where Lisa and I sat together, her high heels clicking on the marble floor of the front hall. "Hey, don't feel so bad," she said bending down at Lisa's side. Lisa tried to look her in the eye but couldn't. "You made a lot of money tonight kid," Kammy told her. "That's what it's all about. Don't forget that and you'll do fine." Kammy gave her a hug and this surprised me because I had not thought she was a nice person until that moment. Then she got up and left us to ourselves again. Then Nancy the night supervisor came over to us. "Why don't you two break it off for tonight. We don't want you to over do your first night on the job," she said. "You mean we're off duty?" I asked. "Yeah," Nancy said. "It's been a real slow night anyway. Why don't you go back to the kitchen and have the cook fix you up with that good chicken dish she makes. Then try and get some sleep. Congratulations girls you've finished your first night at the Ranch." "Thank you, Nancy," I said gratefully. We ate a small and quick dinner that night. I think it was about eleven at night, not even mid night yet. A lot had happened in the last several hours to both of us. I was surprised that I really liked the food, and thought it was one of the tastiest meals I had ever had. I think I felt a sort of pride in the money I had made that night, and in my performance of the hand job on Sam the cab driver. Of course Lisa had a completely different opinion from me at that point, but she was still hanging in there. I was proud of how brave she was. That night we went back to my room, and sat on the little bed together and talked about some of the silly and stupid things we had done when we were teenagers. Well, I guess we were still teenagers even then. And I was happy to see in spite of it all we could still have a good laugh together. We had a lot more adventure ahead of us at the Cat House…but that's another story… ******************* Should this story be continued? You decide! Please email me with your opinion.