Why aren’t there alarm bells going off in my head? I should be saying no, hitting the classifieds and finding a place on my own, but then I look at the two women standing there in the dark back room of the bistro and the only feeling I have is that I’d follow them anywhere.
Visiting the loft with Susie and Clara…
“How much is the rent? I didn’t even ask.”
“It’s a sliding scale, don’t worry about that. You pay what you can,” Clara says.
I follow Susie and Clara inside the front door and into the elevator. The apartment is on the fourth floor, and when Susie opens the door, I’m in love. Holiday lights and lava lamps illuminate sunken pits full of pillows and futons tucked in alcoves in the walls with more pillows on top. It’s wonderful.
But then I stop. In the center of the loft there’s a shower. With no curtain.
“Is that the shower?”
“We have a lot to fill you in on, Annie.” Clara laughs.
“Where do I sleep?”
“Anywhere you want,” Susie says.
“How many people live here?”
“Just us and the man who owns the place.” Clara turns to face me.
“You shower in front of him?”
“Oh, honey, we need to explain.” She pulls me toward a chart on the wall.
In the first column are the names of the two women. The second column is titled Full Rent $1,000, the third column is Panties & Bra $900, the fourth column is Panties Only $800. The fifth column is Showers Publicly $700, followed by Nude at Night $600, and then Nude Daytime $500. The eighth column causes me to gasp: Masturbates $400, then three similar columns: Sex 1x $300, Sex 2x $200, and Sex 3x $100. The last column is Open Sex $0.
There are two round magnets in different columns on Susie and Clara’s rows. The third row has my name on it and my magnet is in the first column.
They’ve already put my name on the chart? When did that happen?
“Why do you need a chart?”
“Just to keep track,” Susie explains.
“One thousand dollars a month?”
Susie points to the chart. “This is actually per week.”
Four thousand a month? I nearly pass out. “Do these mean what I think they mean?”
“The fee is one thousand a week, but for example, it’s only eight hundred if you go topless. Topless is easy.” Susie waves her hand. “I went right for topless while I was still getting used to the idea of being totally nude in front of everyone.”
“But now you’re both in columns toward the right.”
“Yeah, it’s still Tuesday.” More smiling from Clara.
“He lowers your rent if you have sex with him? Isn’t that illegal?”
“The rent is free. This is the price of storing your stuff here, using the water, what else, Susie?”
“Utilities, Wi-Fi, breathing the air, not getting rained on.”
They’re both laughing like it’s the greatest joke ever.
I survive twenty-two years without having sex with anyone and I’m considering this?
Half of me wonders why I’m still in the loft. I want to run.
But I stay.
Susie and Clara are very persuasive…
At work, I look into the mirror at Clara’s radiant face. Her breasts press against my back, and without taking my eyes from hers I circle my arms behind her head to erase what little space there had been between us.
The simple act of raising my arms does incredible things to my boobs and Clara’s hands are on them immediately. She growls low in my ear and whispers, “I want to taste you. I want my tongue inside you.”
“Oh, my. Do we have a yes vote?” The voice pulls me out of my dreamy thoughts and I turn to see Susie walking toward us. She presses her body against mine in the front, while Clara pushes against me from behind.
I’m sandwiched between them, unable to move. Unsure if I even want to.
“Well?”
I pause.
“I think you should give us a try,” Susie says. She kisses me on the neck as her hand slides down the front of my short skirt and then under the hem. When her fingers dip inside my panties, I widen my stance and I’m rewarded with her sliding her finger inside my pussy lips. Clara reaches around from the back and opens my shirt. Air swirls over my exposed skin.
“Why am I letting you do this? Richard never said anything about this during my interview.” My head is confused, but my body has taken over. The cook and bartender are going about their business around us, and I’m baffled I’m not embarrassed.
“Look in the mirror.” It’s Clara.
I open my eyes and see the three of us together. Not only is my shirt open, but theirs are too. I see my blonde hair, Susie’s red curls, and Clara’s chestnut locks cascading around our shoulders. Seeing Susie’s hand buried between my legs causes me suck in a breath. She slides a second finger into my canal just as Clara finds my swollen bud inside my slit. “Oh. Wow.”
“Nice, right?” Clara kisses my shoulder. “Move in, Annie. Please?”
Meeting the rest of the staff…
I walk into the bistro very early the next day on eggshells. I’m so close to saying yes to moving in with them, but there’s still a part of me that thinks what they do is wrong. That everything that goes on in this bistro is wrong. But I can’t leave. I decide to give it one more day and then I’ll make my decision.
In the kitchen I see the cook from the night before. He smiles at me and I smile back. “Hi. What was your name again?”
“Terry.”
“Sorry about that little display last night.”
“Listen, honey, when Richard hired me, one of the things he warned me about was that there might be some nudity of the female persuasion back here, so if I couldn’t handle that and be discrete about it, I’d never last.” He grins. “I consider anything I see back here just part of my bonus package, because I love me some titties.” He nods toward my chest and then winks. “I’m also available to get your girls in tip-top shape for the floor, if you know what I mean.”
He looks to be in his fifties. I’m twenty-two. I laugh and look around. No one else is here yet.
“You want the rockets hard for the customers, right?” He grins. “I like that top on you.”
My shirt is pale cream and sheer. No buttons on this one, its smooth front follows my every curve and shimmies down into a low-cut neckline. It’s meant to be worn under a jacket, but I have no such plans. I’ve paired it with a stretchy black miniskirt.
I walk to the mirror to see how I look. “Wow. Is this too sheer?” My boobs are clearly visible through the translucent fabric.
“There is no such thing around here. Honestly. I think you look fantastic.” Terry steps behind me. “Your nips aren’t saying hello yet, though. But I have some time.”
I look into his eyes. He’s serious. “This is all happening really fast for me. I’m not sure—”
“If you don’t want me to touch you, Annie, its fine. I just thought it would be fun. You and Susie and Clara are here to service the customers out there, but you need to realize that we are here to not only cook and make the drinks, but we’re here to service you too.”
“You would think someone would have mentioned all of this during my interview.”
“It’s only an interview if other people were considered for the job. When you answered the ad, he knew you were the one. How many times have you been half-naked in that backroom already, and it’s still your first week?”
I look toward the doorway of the backroom. “A few times.”
He steps closer to me. “Well, I like to get right to business and give the girls the full-body treatment. So my little specialty is to work on the girls’ tits first, then fuck them. Makes my shift a happier one, we all have a nice orgasm at work, and there’s nothing like the smell of sex in the bistro.” He raises one hand and pinches the peak of my tit. “What do you think about that?”
“We don’t open for an ho
ur. Isn’t it a little early?”
“That didn’t sound like a no.”
I swallow, feeling lightheaded. I look at the clock. Forty-five minutes until we open. Others will be here soon. “It wasn’t.”
He pulls my shirt from my body and lifts me onto the counter so my breasts are in line with his mouth. “Naked boobies in the kitchen, what will the health department think?”
“They’ll be glad I’m not completely naked.”
“I’m not done yet.” His hot mouth descends on my left tit and I gasp. His hand covers my right, then he switches, then cups them both, pointing my nipples straight toward him. He tongue gets busy licking, bringing them out to play.
I open my knees, remembering too late I skipped panties that morning. I can smell the heady scent of my sex. I pull him by the hips toward me while I spread my thighs further apart.
While his tongue works my nipples, his hands travel behind me, slipping into the back of my skirt. “Mmm … smooth, warm buns. And I can smell you from here. You’re learning fast, kid.”
I look down at Terry and whisper. “I don’t know what to do.”
“I’ll help you.” His hands start moving low on my body again. “Rise up on one side, then the other.”
I do it, allowing him to cup my bare ass.
“We don’t need this.” He grabs my skirt and steps away from me, pulling it down my thighs to my knees. He lets it fall to the floor then spreads my knees again. “Much better. Nothing but skin and pussy as far as my eyes can see.”
My body rocks with the desire to orgasm. “This is crazy. I don’t do this…”
“I beg to differ with you there, because you are doing it. You don’t have a stitch on, you’re ready for me, and I never met you before last night. But I won’t fuck you with my dick. Not today. I’m just breaking in the new girl and having a little snack before work.” He dips his head between my legs.
I grip my knees, widen my legs, and gasp as Terry’s tongue slides inside my vagina. He licks the entire length of my cunt with his wide tongue before plunging it back inside me over and over again.
I love how he sticks it in as deep as he can then makes murmuring sounds deep in his throat, which is how Susie and Clara find us.
“Oh my fucking god that is so hot.” Clara’s voice is soft. “Annie, you have to move in with us.”
I’m panting as I reach orgasm. Juice spills out of me as I cry out in ecstasy. I turn my head toward Clara and Susie. I’m glad they’re here, I’m glad they saw what they did, my nude body on display in the kitchen, with a man’s tongue inside me. I’m glad they saw me orgasm.
I only have one answer for Clara’s question. “Yes, I think … I will.”
Much later that night, my first red curtain client…
“What happens behind the red curtains stays behind the curtains.” The man puts his wineglass down. “Come here.”
I step toward him and he slides my skirt down. He reels me in until his nose is touching my mound. He inhales deeply and I close my eyes. His tongue dips into my slit for a taste. I’m overwhelmed with the desire to be naked. With my own hands I lift the hem of my shirt over my head. It joins my skirt on the floor.
“You’re going to work out well.”
“I am?” My breathing is uneven.
“You’ve only just started and here you are, Annie, so willing to strip for me, a total stranger.” His hands grab my hips and slide up my body to find my tits.
He knows my name.
“It’s not my first time today.”
“I don’t doubt it. Sit on my lap, Annie. I want to kiss those incredible tits of yours.”
I straddle his lap, my knees sinking into the cushions of the couch. “How long can we stay in here?”
“I fear our time might be just about up. I only paid for thirty minutes.”
Paid for? This man paid Richard money in order to spend time with me.
“How does he know the time’s up?”
“There.”
I look over and there’s some sort of control box on the wall. I climb off of his lap to look at it more closely. “It says we only have twelve minutes.”
“It was all I could afford this week.”
I flip the switch to the off position.
He stands, clearly confused. His erection is obvious even through his dress pants. “Why did you do that?”
“You’re on my clock now.” I take his place on the loveseat, but lie on my back. I leave one leg on the floor, but raise my other foot to the back of the couch, arms above my head. “Now it’s unlimited pussy time, unless you wanted to leave in twelve minutes.”
He drops to his knees and pushes his face into my cunt, licking and sucking with abandon. I take that as a no. His tongue enters my canal then moves to my clitoris as he makes sounds in his throat like he’s found his drug of choice. He slides his hands under my ass to lift my pussy to his mouth.
I tilt my hips to better meet his lips at the exact moment Richard opens the curtain and peers in, no doubt wondering why we went past our time. He sees me, his newest waitress, nude and spread-eagle with his friend’s tongue deep inside my body. He just smiles before stepping back out of the room.
I’m hit with an orgasm and I scream in passion. I fall back to the couch, panting, blood coursing hot through my body, my juices running from me into his mouth that’s still sucking and licking. “Oh my god, do you think someone heard me?”
“I don’t see how they didn’t.” He smiles and gets to his feet.
“Wait, what about you?”
“I can wait. Someone else wants to be the first dick in your mouth.”
I slip my skirt back on and slide my shirt on over my head. “How do I look?”
“Like you’ve just had an orgasm.” He motions me toward him. “You’re wearing this wrong.” He adjusts my skirt, folding the top down so it’s even shorter. “When shopping for clothes, think small, think transparent. It’s okay if you flash the clientele. They’ll be glad you already feel comfortable enough to display your nudity to them.”
“This isn’t too short?”
“Annie, I’ve been telling Richard for years to get the license he needs for this to be a gentleman’s club.”
“What does that mean?”
He laughs quietly. “It would mean your tits and pussy could be on display all evening. You could wear as little as you’d like—or nothing at all.”
At first I’m unable to form words because I can see it. I sigh. “I would do that.”
“I know you would, Annie. And when that day comes, I’ll even buy you the perfect delicate gold chain to wear around your waist for your first all-nude shift debut.”
Learning new skills, but my time is almost up…
The sky is dark and Richard’s tongue has replaced my hand. He’s sucking on me and flicking his tongue across my clitoris. When he sees I’m awake, he says, “Do you know what it did to me to find you here in the loft with your legs spread like this? You very nearly lost your virginity in your sleep.”
“I suppose it would have been easy for you to slide right in.” I look down at my position. “I did sort of leave myself on display, didn’t I?” I giggle.
“Annie. The week is over tomorrow. I feel in my heart you want to stay, but next week we have to follow the chart.”
“I know, but that’s my responsibility, not yours.”
He rises above me until he’s straddling my torso, his huge cock bobbing near my face. “You’ve never had a dick in your mouth.”
I shake my head no. I open wide for his cock and wrap my tongue around his shaft.
“Fuck, that is amazing. Your mouth is so warm.” He pushes his dick deeper inside and I suck on him, running my tongue back and forth across the tip. “Let’s change places.”
He lies down and I kneel between his legs, bending over to take his dick in my mouth again.
“They can see your pussy, Annie.”
He’s right. My ass is pointed at the
loft’s windows. Cool air drifts past my opening. I tilt my hips even more to make sure it’s visible to any of our peeping toms.
“You want them to see.” He cries out because I took his cock into my mouth as far as it can go and hold it there. Then sucking hard, I draw it out. “Goddamn, woman. How did you even know how to do that?”
“I don’t know what I’m doing, I’m just doing what feels right.” I lower my head again and suck him until he comes.
You’re cordially invited to my deflowering…
The morning sun blazes through the loft’s windows as I stand between my friends and the city behind me. I lower the shoulder straps of my dress until the fabric slides from my body and lands in a pool at my feet.
“You three have given me so much, so today I’m giving you all I have—me.” I lie back on the blanket. “Richard.” I hold a hand toward him. “I want to lose my virginity here. I want it to be like the whole city is watching.”
“A few of our regulars probably are.” He laughs and points to the windows. He motions to Susie and Clara and they hold down my arms.
I arch my back in anticipation. Knowing Richard is going to pop my cherry is exciting enough, but the feeling of being held down by Susie and Clara, having them here to witness this incredibly personal experience, to know they’re waiting for Richard to enter me and bring me into their family—it’s almost too much to handle. The girls move down my body until each can take a nipple in her mouth.
I’m trapped, spread, and three mouths are devouring me.
Fuck. Me.
Another orgasm builds and I scream as my body shakes. Richard’s tongue is deep inside my vagina, his mouth sucking hard. He rises above me with his dick in his hand. His face is wet. “Let her go.”
“No!” I’m breathing hard. “I want them to be a part of this.”
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