In the Service of Women

by Shayne McClendon

  I enjoyed performing with Rolande that year. We arranged a private show in the guest suite on the first floor to encourage more clients to try Viv’s service. Taking our time, we undressed one another slowly, working the romance of making out and touching bare skin.

  We lost ourselves in the performance and forgot there were a dozen people sitting and standing around the room. I was on my knees between her legs as she sat on the edge of the bed, licking and sucking her as if there were nothing else I’d rather be doing.

  Then I caught a glimpse of Decklan from the corner of my eye. From that moment on, I performed for him, enjoying his reaction to my work. When I slid two fingers inside her, he visibly flinched and rubbed his hand down the front of his costume, trying to smooth away the obvious bulge there.

  Rolande came and sighed, “Sarah, you eat pussy like no one I’ve ever met. Your tongue is the devil.” She licked her juices from my face and pulled me to the bed. I played with my nipples as she lazily tongued my pussy.

  Other people in the room started fucking and the sound of multiple people getting off made me so hot I could barely contain my orgasm. Gasps and moans, the sounds of bodies being sucked, and the rhythmic sound of wet skin as lovers whispered to one another made me desperate to come.

  When I felt two mouths on my body, I opened my eyes and met those of Decklan and Rolande between my legs. Rolande winked and told me Decklan looked lonely.

  I lifted myself and kissed them before they went back to eating me; stroking their fingers in and out of me in tandem. I came so hard and the physical sensation competed with the sounds of other men and women climaxing around me.

  As soon as I could breathe, I pulled Decklan to his back and sucked his cock while Rolande kissed him and played with his balls.

  We finished what started as performance only with me straddling his cock while Rolande faced me over Decklan’s face. I worked him as he thoroughly licked and fingered her from below. The kissing and fondling hastened our orgasms and I clenched around Decklan’s cock, milking the come from him as he licked Rolande’s from her.

  When we collapsed in a row on the bed, still kissing and caressing one another as the clock struck midnight, we received applause from the room. There were couples and threesomes of mixed gender around us on cushions, a chaise, on the floor. All were naked and slick with sweat. Many were coming, some were still fucking, and all were watching us.

  Vivienne couldn’t take business cards fast enough. Several people asked if the three of us were a package deal.

  I would have hated to be the cleaning crew that worked her penthouse over the next day. There were often guests passed out from sensation who never made it home; still nude in one area or another of Vivienne’s place. Cigarettes in the sinks, condoms in the house plants, and unknown fluids everywhere.

  Breakfast the next morning was hysterical. The world was still intact, no apocalypse. Clients and friends straggled in for coffee in various stages of undress. If the world had ended as the new millennium was ushered in, the people in Vivienne’s penthouse certainly would have gone out with a bang.

  Chapter Thirteen – The Marketing Rep

  February 2000

  Brianna Jennings was a marketing rep that made most of her money sitting behind her laptop in a beautiful office building in downtown Ft. Lauderdale. She was tall, slender, and had fantastic legs. Her breasts were small and incredibly sensitive…and me with a preference for breasts in all shapes and sizes.

  I showed up to our appointment wearing a black business skirt suit and black stiletto pumps. Black gartered stockings, black bra, and black panties that rode high on my hips. My hair was wrapped in a smooth bun that was killing me and I carried a slim leather briefcase.

  I told her secretary I had an appointment. She’d seen me a few times and didn’t think anything of it. She believed me to be a client…not a vendor. Showing me in, Brianna shook my hand as the door closed behind her assistant.

  I was impressed with everything about her. Her iridescent crème suit complimented her height and the length of her legs with a snug, waist-length jacket over a pale peach top. The slacks were squared out, cuffed at the bottom, and molded to her ass. This was a woman that obviously loved a good spin class. She wore matching mules and her deep auburn hair was pulled into a French twist.

  Her office was beautifully done in burgundy and black with an Asian influence. The enormous lacquered black desk behind which she sat was inlaid with the most stunning mother-of-pearl landscape I’d ever seen and topped with glass. All of her desk accessories appeared to be made from the same materials and it made an impact.

  The rest of her office was done in sleek lines; sofas weren’t overly padded, tables did not overwhelm the space. Her lighted drafting table was inconspicuous because it had been custom made to resemble all the other furniture in the room. Large armoires hid clutter normally found in an office.

  Once we’d dispensed with the initial pleasantries, I put on my tiny black reading glasses and removed several files from the briefcase; going into detail about what I was looking for in a marketing firm.

  Brianna and I discussed the proposed plan in full, which was something Vivienne was really interested in to help expand the legitimate side of her business – the photo studio. Brianna was extremely bright and spoke knowledgably throughout our conversation, answering my questions respectfully.

  After a few moments, I asked her if she would mind if I took off my jacket. She apologized for the warmth in her office and offered to lower the air conditioning, which I declined as unnecessary.

  I was reading the documents on my lap intently but slowly unbuttoning my jacket. When I slipped it off and laid it on the back of the chair next to me, I exposed the tight silver blouse I was wearing.

  For another few minutes, I was honestly taking notes on our meeting for Vivienne. Then I asked for a glass of water. Brianna was happy to get me one. She returned with two cut crystal glasses and a carafe on a bamboo tray. As she approached my chair, her secretary peeked in to let Brianna know she was leaving for the evening, wondering if there was anything else needed.

  “Not at all, Mindy. Have a lovely weekend.” When the door closed behind the young woman, Brianna mentioned she was going to lock the front door, since we were now in the suite alone and she didn’t like just anyone entering the offices after closing. I scanned my notes and sipped my water while she was gone.

  When she returned, she took the seat beside me instead of on the other side of the desk. I casually traced the neck of my low-cut blouse, running a fingertip along my cleavage while never missing a beat of our discussion.

  I glanced up to notice her staring at me with large honey-colored eyes. I smiled sensually, “I’m sorry. Normally, I don’t tend to overheat.”

  Brianna nodded slightly, not pausing in her estimations of business revenues that could be generated from the correct marketing contacts.

  As I rolled my shoulders in a stretch, I asked, “Tell me, Miss Jennings…” She was watching me quietly. I leaned closer to her chair, placing my hand on her upper thigh and stroking softly, “Do you ever fuck your clients?”

  Her eyes flashed with immediate desire and she dropped to her knees in front of me, scattering papers and folders everywhere. I placed one heel on her desk, the other on the chair she’d been sitting in, and gave her all the access she wanted.

  She shoved up the short skirt I wore and pushed my panties to the side, not bothering to remove them in her rush to touch me. She licked her fingertips and began rubbing my clit in a fast circular rhythm, which put my sexual responses on overdrive. It was so arousing to watch her kneeling between my legs, both of us dressed in business suits, with our hair so neat and proper.

  “I want to watch you come.” She slowed down her motions and began licking me at the same time. “You taste wonderful…I want to lick you all over. Come just for me.”

  I dropped my head to the back of the chair and writhed my hips in the seat. She was so i
nterested in my pleasure that she would not allow me to touch her until I had my first orgasm. It didn’t take me long; she was very gifted with her tongue. When I did, my hips rose up from the chair and she smiled in triumph.

  She stood and began to undress in front of me…leaning down occasionally to kiss me hungrily. Her jacket, her blouse, her slacks. She was wearing a satin thong with a matching push-up bra. She was long and lean, like a beautiful horse, and I wanted her.

  As I had my first time with Vivienne, I made her wait as I enjoyed taking off her panties. She was trembling with anticipation when I moved to her bra. I slid it from her shoulders, kissing along the way, unsnapping the clasp and smoothing it down her arms and away.

  Her breasts were small but high and firm. Her nipples were almost red, like her lips, and hard as pearls. She was pebbled with gooseflesh and I liked testing her breast sensitivity right away. I brought her forward and pulled her down on my lap. I liked the feel of her ass against my thigh through the stockings I wore.

  She was already wet.

  I cupped one small globe in my palm and watched her face as I lowered my mouth. When my lips closed around her nipple she sighed and tightened her hand on my shoulder. Her eyes dropped closed as I began to suck, gently at first, then harder. I held her against me with a hand around her back, licking and nipping her tit until she began grinding her ass on my leg.

  I slipped a hand between her legs and she was so hot. She wanted to come desperately. I fingered her clit for a moment before slipping it into her pussy, massaging her clit with my thumb, keeping her sweet little nipple in my mouth to suck. When she started coming, she snapped her thighs shut against my wrist, locking me there while I continued working her with my fingers. Her hand lifted to cup my head, keeping my mouth tight to her breast.

  She started moaning, “Suck me harder…that feels so good, please don’t stop…” Of course, I had no intention of stopping. She bucked in my arms as she came and I could feel her slick cream against my thigh.

  After her breathing returned to normal, I moved her to stand, then stood and removed my blouse, skirt and undergarments, leaving my gartered stockings and stilettos on. Her eyes ran over the length of my body with appreciation and she kissed me again. I wanted control and I took it, laying siege to her mouth. Her jaw was in my hand and I held her still as I sucked her lips and tongue until she was practically panting.

  I turned Brianna away from me and placed her hands flat on her lovely desk. She was shifting on her feet in anticipation when I pulled a chair up behind her. I ran my hands over her back, ass, and legs…loving the firmness and agility I felt there. I pressed her legs wider and used my hands to open her folds from her little anal star to her clit. She was perfection here. Pink and smooth with a glaze of sweet cream.

  I held her open as I licked every inch of her and Brianna went wild. She slammed herself back into me over and over, trying to get closer. I gave her no mobility, keeping her pressed between my body and the desk as I devoured her. She begged but I ignored her as I fucked my tongue as deep as I could go in her grasping pussy. Hot, sweet, and so, so wet…I wanted more.

  I forced her to come twice more before allowing her to rest and I made her wait a long time between orgasms. Only when her juices were slipping down the insides of her thighs was I satisfied.

  Much later, Brianna reclined naked on the sleek sofa while I perched on the arm watching her. Tori Amos played on her sound system, providing an interesting soundtrack to our time together.

  She asked me to go to her bottom desk drawer and bring me the velvet box she kept there. I found it in the back, tucked away like a secret treasure. I wondered what she’d do if a member of her staff ever found it.

  As I laid it on the small table in front of her, she sat up and opened the lid. Inside was a beautiful collection of custom sex toys created in Japan where she’d studied for a year. Ben-Wa balls, a double sided dildo, a string of pearls, and a stunning porno done in Asia.

  It was her favorite woman-on-woman film. She loved the attention to detail of Japanese culture, from furniture to clothing to sexual pleasure. We eventually duplicated all 57 positions depicted in the film, much to her delight.

  Her favorite way to start our evening together was always role-playing. Sometimes I was a client, sometimes part of the housekeeping staff, once I was a mechanic bringing back her car. She always had a new idea and we enjoyed acting scenes out together. She was a fun and interesting client. I knew when I had an appointment with her it would be unique.

  That night, we laid on the floor, holding hands, and fucked the hell out of one another with the dildo. When I would lean forward to caress her tit, she’d reach between us to finger me. When she came, I laid flat on the floor and worshiped her pussy again, loving the way she moved.

  “Sarah, when you lick my pussy, I feel like I’m going to come right out of myself.” I raised my head and smiled at her, “You have such a beautiful smile. My come is glistening on your face.” I returned to my ministrations and knew when she was ready, “I’m so tensed up, so ready; I need it.”

  She loved to have me blindfolded. She would try different toys on me, making me guess what she was using. Her favorite thing was to simply finger my pussy – to explore my body up close. She said she loved the texture of my skin, the tightness of my pussy, the taste of my come. She could describe my body in the most poetic terms, talking while she licked and sucked me.

  The first time she’d seen my pussy bare, she made me lie across her desk with my legs spread so she could sit in her chair and just stare at it for a long time. By our next appointment she was bare as well and I worshipped her as she’d done me.

  I cleared her desk and laid her over it. I inserted the long string of pearls into her ass, pressing one bead at a time into the tight hole with my lubricated fingers. I took my time, watching her face and the delicate changes happening there. When all but a few pearls remained in view, I pulled them out slowly while I licked at her like a favorite treat. Her orgasms were incredibly intense and I often thought she was more into the details, the ceremony of sex, than actually coming.

  We ended the night around 4:30 in the morning in her office suite shower. She stood against the wall with one long leg draped over my back as I licked and sucked her clit so slowly she was in tears. I let the water slide down our bodies, our hair perfect no longer, and around my mouth as I ate her. I touched her everywhere, loving the feel of her skin, bringing her to one final orgasm.

  Afterwards, we dressed and left the office together. She drove away in a Jaguar as I climbed into the Town Car. Katie was driving. We talked as she maneuvered through the pre-dawn streets, my hair still slightly damp.

  I was pretty tired. I hadn’t had a break from work in a couple of months. When Katie asked if I needed anything, I said I could use a cup of coffee and was surprised when she stopped at a diner and got me one. She also brought out a donut – which she knew was an “off limits” food.

  “You look like you could use it…enjoy!” She laughed. I always liked Katie. She had a friendly smile and went with the flow.

  It had been a long night and I savored my donut and coffee while we drove south toward the penthouse. I used the darkened backseat as a dressing room, throwing on jeans and boots, everything in my overnight bag always ready and waiting for me.

  I laughed when I caught her staring and she smiled guiltily.

  When we reached the penthouse I thought about going up but decided to grab my motorcycle and head home. I waved to a surprised Katie as I passed. She was wiping down the Lincoln for the night and figured I’d go upstairs to nap as I usually did before driving home.

  When I got to my apartment, I stripped down, climbed naked between my sheets and slept for three hours. It was the longest I’d slept at one time since I could remember.

  Chapter Fourteen – Changing Direction

  April 2000

  I’d been with Vivienne more than a year. She decided to throw me a small anniver
sary party, with fellow employees only. We descended on the Melting Pot and enjoyed fondue for hours.

  Everyone was still trying to cheer me up after the news two weeks prior from the college I’d been planning to attend for three years. I’d decided to take one year off after graduation to save more money working for Viv. I’d been trying to register for upcoming summer classes and couldn’t understand why no one was returning my calls.

  A letter at the end of March caused me to lose my composure for the first time in years. “We regret to inform you that after careful consideration, matters in your personal life make it impossible for us to extend our invitation for you to attend. In addition, we must withdraw the scholarship previously awarded to you for Journalism.”

  I was floored and confused. I’d worked so hard. After repeated calls to the registrar, I finally talked to an older woman who felt sorry for me after I broke down in an unusual display of hysterics.

  As I paced my living room, she told me about a letter received from my mother several months before in which she accused me of repeated drug use and violent behavior. Stating she’d done her best to protect me from myself, she felt the only way I’d learn my lesson was to hit rock bottom and actually have to suffer the consequences of my actions.

  Ms. Wakowski said the school had consulted with their legal department. They had been cautioned that the matter was a personal one with a she said/she said element that left them legally vulnerable. If they allowed me to attend and I did have drug and violence problems, the college would be open to liability since they’d shrugged off prior warnings.

  Basically, that was it. The goal I’d worked so hard for was dead in the water and I found myself lost for the first time in my life. My mother and I never reestablished a civil relationship. The few times I had no choice but to speak to her, I avoided the subject for fear of true violence on my part.