2 comments/ 60220 views/ 19 favorites Christine's Redemption By: AStropirate Christine Merrick threw down the cards, consumed by a combination of frustration and despair. She looked at the female croupier, who was, perhaps, only a year or two younger than she was. The croupier looked over at the well built and bearded man. He was standing behind Christine and dressed neatly in a tuxedo. The man shook his head. "I'm sorry madam, but you've exceeded your limit," said the croupier. "But..." Christine was interrupted by the bearded man. "Mr Long would like to see you, Mrs Merrick." His words sent a shiver down Christine's spine. Douglas "Dougie" Long was the owner of "Lucky Doug's" casino where she had just lost once more at the baccarat table. Christine was led by the man to an office. He gently knocked at the door. "Come on in, Gerry." came a voice from behind the door. As Christine was led into the room she could see Dougie Long stretching in his big leather chair with his hands behind his head and a sombre look on his face. "Well Mrs Merrick, I presume you know why you're here?" Christine lowered her head. "Yes," she replied in an almost inaudible whisper. "You owe me twenty thousand pounds." "Twenty thousand?" cried Christine in shock. "Yes, it has accumulated over the last few months. Oh, I know what you're wondering. How could I let it go so high? Well that was simple. You're the wife of the richest man in the county. You surely must have the money or get it from your husband." What Long said was true. Christine was married to Oliver Merrick, stockbroker and MP for a London constituency. The trouble was that while he gave her everything, a comfortable house, a sports car and other gifts, Christine felt neglected and became bored. She was twenty-eight, attractive and energetic. Her husband was fifty-two, overweight and constantly away making more and more money. Christine tried numerous ways to fill the void. Contrary to her girlfriends' advice she refused to take a lover, settling for baccarat instead. As with all these things, initially, at least, luck was with her. However it soon turned and Christine kept gambling in a vain hope of winning back her losses. Now she knew she was in real trouble. "Please, Mr Long. I don't have that sort of money on me..." "You mean you can't pay it now?" "You know I can't." Long sighed and then picked up his phone. "Who are you calling?" "Your husband, I want my money." A horrified Christine slammed her hand on the on the handset. "Please, Oliver would kill me if he knew. There must be some other way. Please, I can pay it back but you've got to give me some time." "You've had six months." "Please. I'll do anything." Almost as soon as she said those words, Christine regretted them. Once again Long sighed. He stroked his chin as if thinking and then turned to the bearded man. "Gerry, bring the car around." "Right away boss," with that, Gerry left the room. Long turned to Christine. "We're going to see a friend of mine. Perhaps she can help you out." 'She,' thought Christine. 'That can't be too bad. Probably some grubby money lender he knows.' As they drove out of town Christine became increasingly nervous as she sat beside Long in the back seat. "Where are you taking me?" she asked anxiously. "We're just going somewhere that is quiet and secluded." Christine looked at Long in alarm. "Relax Mrs Merrick. All I want is my money back. You're quite safe, believe me." Despite her situation, Christine felt there was sincerity in his words. Besides, she knew she had no choice in the matter. After about an hour the car turned down a lane and a large house came into view. Christine recognised it as Stenton Manor, some twenty miles from where she lived. The estate and house had been sold to a mysterious woman who turned it into some sort of health spa for a wealthy clientele. Gerry got out and opened Long's door. Long, in turn, took Christine's hand and led her out gently. The door of the manor house was opened with ease just they both arrived. A neatly dressed young man in his early twenties greeted Long. "Good day, Mr Long," he said in a formal but polite voice. "Coleman. Is Mrs Baxter in?" "She left orders not to be disturbed sir but I'm sure she'll make an exception for you. Would you follow me please?" Coleman gave a slight bow and with the palm of his hand, indicated the direction. As they passed through the foyer Christine received her first shock as she observed a man in his seventies, smiling and being flanked by two young women in skimpy bikinis and high heels, who giggled as they went by. Long smiled with amusement at Christine's reaction but said nothing. Eventually they reached an office in the back of the building and Coleman tapped gently on the door before entering. A few seconds he returned and leaving the door open he gestured Long and Christine to enter and then closed the door behind them. A woman, perhaps in her mid forties, stood before them, dressed in a business suit of white jacket and matching slacks. She placed what looked like a remote control down on the desk and then stretched her arms out in a welcoming fashion. "Dougie!" she cried enthusiastically and Long went over and gave her a peck on her cheek. "Good to see you again, Sadie. This is, er, Christine," Long said, hesitantly as he introduced the young woman beside him. "She's in a spot of trouble and I think you may just be able to help her." "How much this time?" "Twenty thousand." "Ooooh," whistled the woman. She looked at Christine and seemed to study her slim figure. "Well, she has potential." "Potential?" asked Christine in a somewhat protesting manner. "Dougie, didn't you explain?" "I thought it would be better coming from you. You're good at that sort of thing." "Same Dougie, shrewd as ever. Ok, leave her with me. I'll look after her." Long turned and left without a word. "Have a seat. Would you like a drink?" asked Sadie in a kind and warm hearted tone. Christine shook her head and sat down. "What did you mean by 'potential?' She asked with unease. Sadie sat on her desk folding her arms. "I run a service for the wealthy people of this and neighbouring counties. They pay very generously for these services and both they and the girls are satisfied." "What sort services?" asked Christine suspiciously, as she pushed a strand of hair from her eyes. She guessed the answer but wanted it spelt out. "Swing your chair around and have a look." Sadie picked up the remote control and as Christine swung around nine different monitors flashed on, displaying men and women indulging in various sexual situations. It was mainly male/female but there was also two females indulging in lesbian sex and a male and two female threesome. It was monitor number nine that caught Christine's attention. She stood up. "Oh my God," she exclaimed. It wasn't what she saw but whom. The young woman having sex was none other than Christine's friend, Frances Bowen-Price, the twenty-seven year old daughter of Sir James Bowen-Price, chairman of one of the parliamentary committees that her husband was a member. Sadie knew at once from Christine's expression and body language that she recognised the young woman. Just like Long though, she was amused but remained silent. "Do these women know you're watching them?" was all Christine could ask. "Of course they do," smiled Sadie. "You may not believe this but some of them actually enjoy being observed. It turns them on." "And they all owe Mr Long money?" "Most of them." "Most?" "Some of them paid their debt back." "So why are they still here?" "For many reasons, pleasure, lust, excitement, financial independence and so on." Christine shook her head. "No. No, I can't do this," and picked up her handbag to leave. "That's too bad. You're just the sort these men are looking for, young, attractive and intelligent. You'd have your debt repaid in no time." The word "debt" stopped Christine in her tracks. For a moment she paused and thought. Then she turned to Sadie. "If I decided to do what you suggest how do I know you won't cheat me?" Sadie switched off the monitors and put the remote control back on the desk. "I take my responsibilities very seriously, Christine. That includes the safety and assurance that each girl is treated fairly and honestly. You heard me ask Dougie how much? That wasn't me being nosey. It was because I keep the books. I know what you owe and I will let you know when it is all paid. I give you my word. My girls are very important to me. They're like family." "I guess I could use that drink now." "Sure. Sit down," smiled Sadie as we went to the drinks cabinet and after indicating the bottle to Christine, who nodded, she poured into a small glass and handed to her. Christine took several sips. "God, if my husband finds out..." "He won't, unless you tell him. We pride ourselves on confidentiality. Why don't I get one of the girls to give you a tour? Maybe you'll find something that tickle's your fancy." "Ok." "There's something else I will tell you that will have a bearing on your decision." "Yes?" "You don't have to do anything you don't want to. Only what you're comfortable with." Christine found some comfort in Sadie's words. "Coleman?" cried Sadie. A moment later the door opened and the young man appeared. "Yes, Mrs Baxter?" "Ask Carol to come in here, would you please?" "Certainly." Coleman closed the door as he left. A few minutes later there was a gentle knock at the door. "Come in, Carol," responded Sadie. The door opened and woman in her early twenties dressed in a one piece frock came in. "You sent for me, Sadie?" "I'd like you to show Christine around the house and grounds. Let her get a feel for the place." "No problem." Carol turned to Christine. "Hi," she said as she offered Christine her hand with a beaming smile. "Hello," replied Christine with unease as she returned the gesture. Carol led Christine upstairs and a long the corridor. "You don't remember me, do you?" she asked with her beaming smile. Christine shook her head blankly. "I'm Carol Donavan, Anne's sister." Christine was speechless. Anne Donavan and she had been best friends at school. It had been four years now since Anne had died in that horrible pile up just outside the town. Christine felt she had lost not only a good friend but the sister she never had. She wiped a tear from her eye. Carol took Christine's hand. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you." "Oh it's not that. The last time I saw you was when you were just a teenager. What on earth are you doing here?" "Same thing you are, paying off a debt." Christine's face paled. "Don't worry. We're mostly all in the same boat here and we respect each other's privacy." As they approached the first room Christine was startled when she heard a strange sound. Whoosh, crack! It made her jump. "What was that?" Carol laughed. She opened a little spy hole in the door. "It's only Annette leaving off some steam. Come on and I'll introduce you." Carol gave a gentle knock and then opened the door. Christine was astonished when she saw a tall woman, who certainly exceeded six feet, clad in a black leather cat suit and holding a whip in her hand. Christine couldn't help admire this amazon's long slender legs and slim but firm waist. What really almost mesmerised her though were the enormous curves on her chest. Christine's own breasts were large and firm but they seemed tiny in comparison to Annette's. "Hi Annette. He didn't turn up eh?" "No. Blast him. He must have chickened out. I have to wait an hour for my next one." "We all have our troubles," laughed Carol. "This is Christine. She may be joining us soon." Annette offered Christine her free hand. "Well I hope you do and I hope you'll enjoy the experience like I have. Do you indulge?" she asked as he held out the whip. Christine put her hands to her face, realising she had reddened. "What? Oh no. Not my thing." "That's a shame. You'd make a great trainee," replied Annette with a smile. "Is she for real?" asked Christine as they walked along the corridor. "You've got to remember Chris; every possible fantasy is catered for here. There's no accounting for the individual taste and Sadie and the rest of us make it as realistic as possible." Carol stopped at another room. There was a sign on the door that indicated wardrobe. Carol opened the door and Christine followed her in. She was astonished at the many outfits hanging up. She picked up a pair of black thigh high boots. "Like you said, you cater for everything." "We try." Christine continued to inspect the outfits. "Beautiful, aren't they?" "Yes they are," responded Christine as she swung around to see a middle aged woman standing in front of her. "This is Corinne. She looks after the wardrobe." "Hello," said Christine. "Are you looking for anything in particular?" "No. Just looking." Corinne laughed. "I was just kidding." They walked down another stairway that led to an enclosed swimming pool. There were several beautiful women relaxing by the pool and three or four others were actually swimming. At the corner of her eye, Christine spied Frances Bowen-Price resting on a fold up bed, in a bikini and wearing sunglasses. "Everybody, this is Christine. She may be joining us soon," shouted Carol. "Hi Christine," responded the women in chorus. Frances took off her glasses and walked over to Christine and kissed her on the cheek. "Hello darling. How are you?" she asked in a refined tone. "I was telling Christine we pride ourselves on confidentiality and mutual respect." "Oh God yes. I wanted you to know I was here so that you wouldn't feel alone. It's a help to both of us to know we can trust each other," said Frances. Carol's mobile phone rang. "Ok. I'll tell her." She turned to Frances. "That was Sadie. Your two o clock is here." "Already? It's only quarter to two. Men, so impatient." Both Carol and Christine laughed. "We'll talk again soon, sweetie," said Frances as she kissed Christine's cheek again before she left. "Do you trust Sadie?" Christine asked Carol, as they headed back towards the foyer. "I'd trust her with my life. In fact, I owe her my life." "You do?" Carol paused and sighed. "After Anne's death, my life took a nose dive. I was heavy into drugs and in deep despair. I was on the street and had overdosed. Doyle found me and brought me here. Sadie looked after me and cleaned me up." "Who's Doyle?" "We're on the way to meet him now." They reached the reception area and a very tall and well built man was waiting for them. "Hello Doyle." Carol put her hand to his face in a sign of affection. "This is Christine." Doyle offered his hand. "Hello Christine." His voice was both welcoming and warm. "Doyle is our head of security." "Nothing so dramatic but I do scrutinise every client so all you ladies are quite safe." Carol left Christine at the door of Sadie's office and Coleman heralded her in. "So what do you think?" asked Sadie. Christine was still a little uneasy. "I don't know. You've got a great set up. How do you know someone who knows me won't turn up?" "That's Doyle's job. He's very good and in your case he will be doubly discreet." "How?" "I don't ask and he doesn't tell," responded Sadie. "He's a former police officer. I suspect he still has good connections with the force. So what do you say?" After a brief pause Christine turned towards Sadie. "Is it ok if I start on Monday afternoon?" "Great. I have just the client for you. He's young and shy and more or less a beginner too. We'll see you then and like I said, you have nothing to fear but you may gain a lot. Coleman we drive you back to your car. Until Monday then." Both women shook hands and Coleman drove Christine back to her car. *** It was just before two on Monday as Christine drove her sports car around to the back of the manor house and parked it in the private car park as she had been advised by Sadie. When she reached the front door Christine paused and sighed before she walked in. Sadie was talking to Doyle at his desk. "Ah there you are. We were just talking about you." "Am I late?" asked Christine anxiously. "Not at all. Doyle came up with an idea." Sadie turned to Doyle and he spoke. "I was thinking over the weekend that because of your particular situation it would be advisable to take a professional name so to speak and protect your anonymity. Would you have an idea for a name?" Christine paused for thought. "How does 'Chantelle' sound?" "Wonderful," responded Sadie. "I like the outfit, by the way." "I didn't know what to wear." "Well I think you chose well for your first client. The wig suits you too." Christine had a blonde wig to conceal her long raven coloured hair. "Let's go up to the room." Christine followed Sadie up to the room. There was a beautiful king sized double bed and Christine sat on it. "How do you feel?" "Nervous." Sadie sat beside her and held her hands. "You have nothing to worry about. Your client is just as nervous. I told you before; you don't have to do anything your not comfortable with. Ok?" "Ok," responded Christine, sounding more confident. Sadie left the room. A few moments later there was a tap on the door. When Christine opened it she was pleasantly surprised to see a handsome well dressed young man standing in front of her. He was only about twenty-two. Christine sensed his unease and she smiled. "Come in," she said soothingly. Christine sat on the bed and she beckoned the young man to sit beside her. "You're so beautiful," he said shyly. Christine blushed. "Now I'm here, I'm so nervous," he said in the same shy manner. Christine smiled sympathetically. "Well, what would you like to do?" "Where would we start?" "Well, why don't you sit back and enjoy the scenery?" responded Christine as she stood up, leaving the young man puzzled. Christine faced the young man. As she looked at him lust grew in her eyes. Years of pent up sexual frustration suddenly came to the fore. She was just as determined to enjoy herself. As she continued to smile, she slowly unbuttoned her white blouse. It was only after pulling it from her navy skirt that she slipped it from her shoulders and let it drop to the floor, revealing her low cut white lace bra that struggled to contain her breasts. As she slid her skirt to the floor, the tops of white stockings came into view. Christine had watched several adult films over the weekend and as far as she could tell men seemed to like it. Judging by the tent in the young man's pants, she felt she had made the right choice. Christine sat on the bed beside him. As she turned her back to him, he inhaled deeply, clearly enjoying the perfume she had chosen. She hoped it would have the same hypnotic affect on him as his wonderful aftershave had on her. Christine slid down the shoulder straps of her bra and turning slightly to the young man, she gave a nod and he unsnapped it. She allowed the garment to fall to the floor. The young man gently cupped her wonderful breasts and his touch excited Christine. "Ooooh," she moaned. Christine's excitement increased as the young man kissed her gently on her bare shoulder. This inevitably led to an even longer moan. Christine turned and putting a hand behind the young man's head and kissed him passionately. The young man discarded his jacket and while still kissing him, Christine proceeded to unbutton his white shirt. The sight of his bare chest almost drove her crazy as she gently moved her hands feeling the youthful body. Having discarded his shirt, the young man eased Christine onto the bed. He swiftly removed his remaining clothes and gently mounted her. They resumed kissing and caressing. After a few moments the young man began to move down Christine's beautiful body, kissing, licking and nibbling as he did so. Each tongue and lip movement brought a fresh moan from Christine, who, by now, felt she was in a sexual heaven. Christine's Redemption As he arrived at Christine's breasts he began to suck gently on her nipple. "Oooh. So wonderful," moaned Christine. Encouraged by Christine's praises, the young man began to lick and suck in a circular movement. Each circle became bigger than the last one as he moved further away from her nipple. Christine's continued display of pleasure made him more adventurous as his tongue plunged into the deep crevice between her breasts and began to work his way up her right breast. This time he reversed his action as his circular movement continued to decrease, culminating with his arrival at her nipple and proceeding to suck and lick it. Eventually the young man began to work his way down Christine's slim waist. When he reached her pussy, Christine lifted her arse slightly as he eased her expensive looking silk knickers from her body, revealing her neatly trimmed pussy. Gently he began to probe Christine's pussy, drilling through her lips and lash her clit. "Oh my God," cried Christine several times as this wonderful sensation continued. After several moments there was a slight pause as the young man replaced his tongue with his cock. As he eased his organ into her pussy, he began to pound her. The pace, slow at first, accelerated with each stroke. Christine's body began to react to this and they finally both settled into a mutually satisfying rhythm. They now began to moan together. Christine seemed to moan in response to the young man. They reached the point of no return as Christine could feel her love juices gather. She also sensed that the young man was close also. Both of them struggled to prolong this wonderful sensation but eventually they orgasmed together, releasing sighs of mutual satisfaction. Christine's orgasm was huge. It was like the flood gates had been opened relieving the enormous pressure. After several moments, in which both of them collected their thoughts, the young man spoke "My God. I never had such a wonderful experience. Thank you," he said and he kissed her. "You were pretty wonderful yourself," replied Christine. The young man seemed surprised. "Did you really think so?" "Yes," she responded and kissed him back. After taking a shower and changing Christine met Sadie in the foyer. "That was quite a display Christine. It almost turned me on." Red flashed across Christine's face. She had all but forgotten the fact she had been observed by Sadie. "Thanks, he was wonderful." "Do you feel more confident now?" Absolutely. How about same time on Friday?" Sadie laughed. "No problem, I'll fix you up. Remember you don't just have to come for sex. Why don't you call up and relax at the pool or walk the grounds and get to know the girls? It's as much a social club as anything else." "Thanks Sadie. I'll do that." Christine kissed Sadie's cheek and got into her car. As she drove home Christine began to relive the wonderful sex she had just experienced. It wasn't just that though. It was the fact that she had been observed and it excited her. As Sadie put it, it turned her on. It made her smile as she drove home. *** Two days later and out of sheer boredom, Christine decided to visit the manor house again. This time she simply rested by the pool and began to get to know the other women quite well. She was particularly pleased to strengthen her ties with both Carol and Frances. All three became firm friends. *** As the weeks rolled on Christine indulged her clients in many ways. One situation was having had to dress as a school girl and spank a male teacher. She found that amusing, if not a turn on for herself. Another one was being seduced as a police woman. This was more to her taste but it was nothing like that first time with the young man. It was to her delight then when he returned and the sensational love making of their first meeting was reignited. He even revealed his name. *** Then came an encounter that was to end in almost total disaster for Christine. She was waiting in the room for her client when there was a knock at the door. A well dressed man, perhaps in his mid thirties, stood there, accompanied by a woman who was, perhaps, Christine's age. Her presence made Christine uneasy but she invited them both in. The man sat in a chair while Christine and the woman remained standing. "My wife would like you to make love to her while I watch." "Your wife?" Alarm bells started so ring in Christine's mind. She didn't get a chance to say anything else as the woman advanced and kissed her. The woman began to grope her but Christine started to panic and pushed her away. "No. I can't do this. I can't," she screamed, fleeing the room and rushing down the stairs. To make things worse, Gerry, Long's side kick saw her. "Hey you, where do you think you're going?" "Gerry!" yelled Sadie. "This is my place." "Yeah, but the boss..." "You tell your boss to leave that girl alone. She's my responsibility and I'll deal with it. Clear?" "Oh loud and clear, Mrs Baxter." He wasn't used to being to spoken in that manner but this was Sadie Baxter, a friend of Dougie Long and he wasn't going to cross her. Sadie signalled to Carol and both women headed for the office. *** That night Christine got very little sleep. All sorts of thoughts ran through her mind. 'What would Long do? How would Oliver react? What would Sadie and the girls think?' That morning she showered and just picked at her breakfast. Thankfully, Oliver was away at Westminster. Terrified, Christine refused to go out. Almost hysterically, she curled up in an armchair. When the doorbell rang, she refused to answer it. She was just too scared to face Long or his mob. The doorbell rang again, accompanied by a knock. Again she was too afraid to move. Then she heard familiar voice. "Mrs Merrick, It's Coleman. Could you let us in? I give you my word, you have nothing to fear. Mrs Baxter simply wants me to ascertain that you are alright." 'Coleman?' thought Christine. She opened the door and Coleman stood before her and Frances stood beside him. "I'm very glad to see you are alright, Mrs Merrick. You had us all quite worried." "How are you darling?" asked Frances. Christine's emotions overwhelmed her and she wept bitterly. "Oh Fran, I fucked it up. Didn't I?" Frances took her in her arms. "Of course not, darling. Don't be silly." Frances turned to Coleman. "Ok Coleman. I'll take it from here. Report back to Mrs Baxter that everything is fine here." "Very good, Miss." Coleman patted Christine's shoulder compassionately before he returned to the car and drove away. Recovering her composure pulled away from Frances. "Why are you here, Fran?" "Sadie and the girls were worried about you. So was I." Christine pursed her lips. "Let's talk, darling," said Frances as both women made there way to the living room. "What's there to talk about, Fran? I'm no going back." "Ok, that's plain enough. Why not?" "Why not? You know what happened. I can't go back there." "It was a setback darling, nothing else. A shock to your system." "No. You don't understand. It's..." Christine hesitated. "Oh darling, what is it?" Prompted Frances, with compassion. Christine stood up. "It's just that... I've never done it with a woman before." "Is that all?" "Fran, I ran from the room. I'm not a lesbian. I wouldn't know what to do. It wouldn't be my thing." Frances stood up and held Christine's hand. "Oh darling, you don't have to do anything you don't want but how do you know you won't enjoy it if you don't try it?" "And you have?" Frances said nothing. She simply planted a kiss on Christine's lips. "There. That wasn't so bad, was it?" Frances kissed Christine again. This time it was long and passionate. It ignited arousal in Christine. When Frances broke off, Christine grabbed her friend's head and returned her kiss with equal passion. It was as if some entity took control of their bodies as they began to strip each other rapidly. Frances gently pushed Christine onto the settee before she mounted her friend and began to smother her with kisses. The sensational feel of Frances' naked body touching her own flesh excited Christine. The warmth and soft smooth skin aroused Christine to a new height of lust she never knew existed. With obvious expertise, Frances explored her friend's body with her tongue and lips. Nothing escaped attention. Her shoulder, breasts, waist and pussy all received the same tender care. All the while, Christine moaned with Sapphic excitement. She turned Frances on her back copied all her movements, which in turn, led to Frances releasing moan after moan. Eventually they settled into a sixty-nine and began to plunder each other's pussy and clit. They both orgasmed together and for both it was enormous and resulted in deep sighs of mutual satisfaction. For a few moments, Christine rested peacefully in Frances' arms. "Well darling, that was wonderful. Don't you think?" "Mmmm," was all Christine could reply, still nestled in Frances' arms, wishing this moment could last forever. "So what about Sadie?" Christine looked up at Frances. She'd never take me back." "Of course she will. You don't think you're the first person something like this has happened to. Do you?" "How about Friday afternoon then," responded Christine, with caution. "That will be fine and for goodness sake stop worrying. We all look out for each other. You're never alone. Now, I need a shower, may I?" "Only if you let me scrub your back," replied Christine seductively. "I thought you'd never ask," her friend responded just as seductively. Christine took Frances by the hand and led her to the shower and as the jets of steamy water cascaded about them, they indulged themselves in every possible sexual way. For Christine, it was an eye opener as to her own sexual pleasure. She would no longer feel inhibited and more importantly if unexpectedly, she found a new lover in Frances. They slept together many times after, indulging in their fantasies. *** On Friday, as Christine entered the foyer of the manor house, she was greeted warmly by two of her friends as they hugged her. Sadie came from her office. "It's good to see you, Christine," she said, as she kissed her cheek. She led Christine to her office. As she sat down, Christine began to speak with anxiety. "Oh Sadie. I'm so sorry. I didn't..." Sadie interrupted her. "No Christine. I'm the one that's sorry. I should never have sprung them on you. I should have consulted with you first. I thought you were ready but I was wrong." "I'm ready for anything now." "I'm sure you are," responded Sadie with a smile. "In fact, I have a little surprise for you," she said, with a twinkle in her eye." Christine looked up. "Timmy!" Sadie nodded her head. "He's being asking for you all week. When I heard you were coming back, well, I couldn't turn him down. Could I?" Christine got up and kissed Sadie's cheek. "Thank you, Sadie." "Christine, just remember why you're here. Don't get too close." Christine nodded as realised with the woman was saying. Nonetheless, Excitement and lust built up in equal measure as she made her way to meet the young man who had been her first client. They sat for a moment while Christine explained to him the boundaries of there relationship. Both were in agreement. It was simply physical and nothing else. That afternoon, Christine enjoyed a wonderful love making session. *** As the weeks turned into months, Christine found herself fulfilling many erotic fantasies. Most of the time the sex was very fulfilling. Then one day she was resting at the pool with some of the girls when Sadie came and sat beside her. She handed Christine a cheque. "What's this?" "The balance of what you're owed. You finished paying off Dougie," responded Sadie. "Oh." "Oh? I thought you'd be pleased?" "Oh I am Sadie. It's just that I've gotten so used to being here and with all the friends I've made here..." "My dear girl, there's nothing stopping you from coming back here. I told you before; this is as much a social club as anything else. Feel free to come and go as you please." "Thanks Sadie." "Actually, Frances has an interesting client and she suggested you might like to help her out?" Christine sat up. "What sort of client?" "Come up to the office and I'll explain. You come too, Yvonne," said Sadie, as she spoke to the girl beside Christine. "Well, it's certainly different," said Christine with unease after Sadie explained what she had in mind. "Of course you don't have to do it if you don't want to." "Oh, it's not that Sadie. I think it's kinky but I've never done anything like this. I wouldn't know what to do." "That's why I asked Yvonne to join us. She has done it before and I think she can train you." "Sure, it would be a pleasure, Sadie." Yvonne turned to Christine. "We can practice together, Chris. You'll pick it up in no time." "Ok. You're on," responded Christine with excitement. *** A week later Christine and Frances went to the wardrobe to pick out their outfits. They dressed as harem girls. Christine wore sheer blue pantaloons and Frances wore pink. They giggled as they admired each other. "All set?" asked Frances. Christine nodded. Frances held Christine's hand. "It'll be fun, darling. Enjoy." Both women covered their faces with their veils and entered a room that had been carefully designed as if from an Arabian Nights movie. A man dressed in an Arabic outfit sat cross legged on a cushion and clapped his hands. Another man began to play music. Frances cued Christine with a nod and they both began to dance erotically to the strains of the music. They sensuously and slowly undressed and eventually indulged in a threesome. Christine was surprised at just how much she enjoyed it. *** Several weeks later, having paid off her debt, Christine, out of sheer boredom, once again made her way to the manor house. She was greeted by Sadie and the others very warmly. Sadie made frequent trips back to the manor after that. She even indulged several clients in their sexual fantasies, anonymously donating the money to the charities that she and her husband were patrons. As for Christine and Frances, they became more than just close friends.