The Life of a Prostitute

by Doris Joe

  We would be able to collect trays of drinks and food without being seen and then appear magically amongst the guests. The caterers were strictly forbidden from accessing the hall or any area where they could see guests.

  We then had to read and sign the disclosure agreement. It forbade us from repeating anything or naming anyone that we might see during the evening. It also had a disclaimer that we were all an adult age and willingly working at the ball.

  Our outfits looked terrific, and the golden cloaks were of fine silk. They weighed nothing literally and moved with a swish as we walked. I must make a full disclosure here; my heart was racing as eight o'clock approached. I was scared but excited. Eager for the start and yet dreading the moment. Does that all sound silly and confusing. One thing was for sure as I surveyed our group; I was feeling incredibly horny. I can't say if it was the occasion, the breeze through my crotchless French knickers or the tail inserted in my ass, but my pussy was simmering with need.

  "Okay, eight o'clock," Nellie stated.

  A bugle a real fucking bugle then played a fanfare and the doors to the hall swung open and in swarmed the guests.

  All the men were in black tie whilst the women were in ball gowns, richly embroidered gowns, all silk and taffeta. It was like going back in time to a Viennese ball.

  There was no live orchestra. Instead, waltz music was piped in through multiple speakers around the room. I guessed this was to reduce the number of outsiders present. We started to circulate amongst the guests. Champagne and canapes were the order of the day.

  Caviar, foie gras, smoked salmon and many other dishes that I couldn't identify were what we served

  Gradually the eating slowed down, but the drinking kept going apace. Tray after tray of champagne flutes were distributed around the room.

  People danced, and people chatted. The room was filled with laughter and conversation, but apart from a few people in one corner sharing a little white powder, it could have been a ball anywhere.

  It was as I was serving a well-known actress and her partner (the media would kill to know she was a lesbian) that Veronique appeared by the fireplace and the bugle sounded again.

  "Everyone, a moment please," such a cavernous room, and yet her voice held such command that everyone fell silent.

  "It is almost midnight, and you all know what that means; we have drunk, and we have eaten. Now when the hour strikes, we will play. Ad Libitum."

  The entire room raised their glasses in a toast.

  The bugle sounded once more, and the sounds of a clock striking midnight filled the room.

  The guests split apart.

  All the men moved in a line one side of the hall whilst the women took the other.

  "Ad Libitum!" Glasses were held high as the two sides shouted as they toasted each other.

  As one, the women took a pace forward and tugged on their gowns. Those amazingly intricate gowns just fell apart and dropped to the floor.

  Now all the women were to some extent naked.

  Heels yes, stockings yes, some had a thong panty, but all were bare-breasted, and many bare lipped too.

  The men followed suit. I guess their suits had been made like strippers' outfits. They stepped forward and tugged and just as the gowns had fallen apart, so did the suits.

  Now all the men were in G strings, slight little leather strings and pouches.

  The men bowed deeply.

  The women curtsied.

  It was all so formal and yet bizarre with everyone being near-naked.

  Nellie appeared beside me, "Please tell your friends to remove their cloaks and then gather all the discarded clothes. Every outfit is labelled, and there are corresponding baskets outside."

  We shed our cloaks and set about gathering the discarded clothes. Now, this was the party I had been expecting. That well-known actress was now laying reclined on a table. Her raven-haired partner kneeling between her thighs was peeling down her golden thong and teasing her thighs with her tongue and teeth.

  "Excuse me, yes, you the girl with the tail."

  I turned towards the couple.

  "Me?" I queried

  "Yes, take her feet and hold her legs for me."

  I moved to stand behind the woman and took hold of her lover's ankles.

  From my elevated position, I could see how pink and wet her cunt had become — strings of cum coating her smooth mound and thighs.

  A long keening moan emanated from the actress's mouth as her partner slipped first one, then two fingers deep inside her slick cunt.

  Those two fingers stretched and scissored her cunt, slowly opening it ever wider. Raven hair paused her cunt tonguing to look at me, "Her toes, suck her toes, please." Ms. X, as I will call her, was wearing nude micro net thigh highs, her toe nails a pale shell pink. I pulled her foot towards my mouth, noting as I did so how it caused her thighs to clamp around her lover's head.

  The net was rough against my face and then my tongue, but as I started to suck, my saliva softened the fabric. Her feet were soft and fresh. A faint hint of peppermint tickled my tongue. The harder I sucked, the more she pushed her foot towards me.

  I paused to pull her stocking from her toes, allowing me to spread them wider. My other hand was massaging the ball of her foot. After a few minutes, I swapped feet.

  Her moaning had become louder, her writhing on the table more uncontrolled.

  Her lover was very roughly fucking her with three, maybe four fingers deep inside her cunt.

  As I started to suck and bite her second foot, her orgasm hit. Arching up from the table, she screamed in release. Gently I released my hold on her feet and allowed her to lower them to the floor.

  Placing two glasses of champagne beside them on the table, I picked up my tray and moved on. Moving between two tables, I was confronted by what had to be a pair of sisters, if not twin sisters. Their dark ebony skin was glossy with perspiration. They were bent forward over a table from opposite sides. Face to face hands entwined; they were both being fucked and fucked hard by a pair of heavily muscled and bald-headed men. As I watched, they started to kiss.

  The music was still playing, but all you could hear was the moaning and groaning of rutting couples. I looked around the room, and I could see women eating cunt, men sucking cock. Couples were fucking, and some singletons were wanking.

  I slipped a hand inside my panties. Despite being open-legged, allowing the warm air of the room to caress my cunt, I was wet. Really squidgy dripping wet. I picked up a discarded napkin, it was fine Egyptian cotton and of a very high thread count.

  Quickly I folded it over and wiped between my legs. It glistened with my juices, a mix of cum and lube from when I inserted my tail. "Oh, Lovely," a tall willowy brunette swept forward and snatched the napkin from my hand. After profoundly inhaling my scent from the starched white cloth, she licked it long and hard right through the thickest of my secretions before slipping it into her mouth and sucking.

  "Please sit on the table."

  I looked at the polished walnut and felt my cunt contract. I hopped up and took a seat. The brunette, whose face was vaguely familiar, dropped to her knees and started to lash my cunt lips with her tongue. It was not going to take long, and when she sucked in my clit, I felt two things; Her tongue stud and her hand tugging on my tail, stretching my pucker.

  My screams were lost in the noise of the room, but my cum hit the woman dead centre. Her delicate cheekbones and nose now slick with my juices. Without another word, she stood and wiped her face with the napkin before dabbing it against my cunt and walking off.

  It was as I stood to resume my duties that I realised that I'd just had my cunt eaten by the transport minister.

  I slipped behind the screen to get more drinks from the service area and found Laura and Jenny.

  Both were now completely naked, a fine sheen of sweat and smudged make-up testified to how busy they had been. Judging by their excited giggling state, they had been tasting the champagne. Laura explained that
they had been borrowed by a group of women who had given them a firm spanking before fucking them senseless with the candles from their table. Just to confirm their story, both showed me butt cheeks reddened with multiple handprints and little droplets of white wax.

  They had, in return, spent some while eating out their mistresses.

  We all replenished our trays and headed out to make another round of the hall. A loud chorus of clapping and cheering erupted as we made our way over towards the fireplace and the giant Christmas tree to see the cause. In front of the tree, we found a ring of naked women, including Sasha, Annie and Kat. All were playing some kind of game with giant candy canes.

  I think the theory was that you took a card and had to try not to cum whilst one of the serving girls tried their hardest to fuck you to orgasm with the giant cane for the time shown on the card. Judging by the number of smiling contestants, the cums were flowing, and nobody minded losing. We arrived just in time to see a well-known political correspondent from network news surrender to a powerful cunt fucking from Kat. Kat slowly withdrew the slick peppermint stick, and a gush of girl cum flowed out with it.

  The green stripes were blurry and from all the cunts that had licked them and Kat turned to give us a broad smile before licking it clean. The correspondent stood on shaky legs and her partner; a hunky war reporter stepped forward to guide her to a nearby table. Instead of sitting, she leant across the table, offering herself to her partner, who wasted no time in filling her cum smeared ass with his cock and fucking her second hole.

  Eventually, the energy within the room ran down. People started to decline further drinks, and fucking turned to kisses and cuddling.

  Nellie appeared, still dressed as if in a business meeting and told us that our services were no longer required and that the limo was outside to take us home.

  Veronique van de Blau was waiting for us in the lobby.

  Naked as the day she was born bar a pair of elegant spike-heeled boots. I could see bite marks on her breasts and her thighs were smeared with cum.

  We were each presented with a thick envelope and kissed on either cheek. "I cannot explain how pleased I have been with your services tonight. If I may, I will contact you for our next gathering, and please tell Phoebe that she will not be forgotten. Now your ride awaits and Merry Christmas."

  "Merry Christmas," we chorused, "Merry Christmas, everyone. Jeff opened the door to the stairwell on the second floor. The elevator in this building was pretty slow so he frequently used the stairs. As the door closed behind him he stopped dead. Sprawled on the stairs going up was a blond lady with long strong legs. He couldn't see her face because the reddishbrown hair of the girl kissing her obscured it. At the loud click of the door closing behind him, the dark-haired girl looked up. He was facing two very attractive girls who both looked as surprised as he felt.

  "Oh shit!" Two voices said. He thought one of them was his. The dark-haired girl scrambled up to her feet, showing that they were doing more than just kissing. The blonde's blouse was open and her bra pushed up. Her breasts looked shiny from being... Jeff tore his eyes away and stammered an apology.

  "I'm sorry, I was…"

  The blond covered herself while the smaller, curvier brunette stammered, "Look it isn't, I mean it is, I mean we are, oh shit!"

  The blond started laughing as she stood up and stepped down to the landing. She stood eye to eye with Jeff and held out her hand, "Hi, I'm Miriam."

  He took her hand and found a strong handclasp. Her blouse was still open, but her bra was back down, making maintain eye contact much easier.

  "Jeff." "Well, Jeff. This is my lover, Temple. The reason she can't seem to put two words together is she is afraid you're going to run out in the hall screaming about the two lesbians in the stairwell. I think that if you were going to run you would have run away already. I'm hoping we can trust you with our little secret."

  She didn't let go of his hand, her grip firm and determined. Jeff looked at Temple and saw not only the naked fear on her face but her wedding ring on her finger as she fussed with her own blouse. Instantly he remembered a few instances in his own life when he was 'caught' and how he felt. His heart went out to her quickly, much to his own surprise.

  "It's okay. It's no one else's business. I'm not planning to say a word." Temple looked on the verge of tears, but she tried to look brave at his words. "It really is okay. What you do is between you two." He smiled sincerely, trying to calm the beauty that still had too much of a ‘deer-in-the-headlights’ look. "I do recommend you find someplace more private."

  "I figured since the stair doors lock and only let you in, no one would use them. I guess I figured wrong."

  "Not too many folks wait for the elevator when they're heading out. Since the stairs let you out on the ground level, lots of us folks it. At quitting time, you would have surprised a lot of folks."

  "Shocked is more like it," Miriam said as she buttoned up her blouse. "Thanks for not freaking out."

  "Oh I sure was surprised, but you two..."

  "Yes, Jeff?"

  "You looked more like a work of art." "That's sweet." Miriam beamed a large smile. The smaller, sensually curved Temple was much prettier, but once Miriam smiled she was extremely striking. She smoothed down the front of her blouse. Jeff's eyes followed the motion for a moment until he caught himself and looked in her eyes again.

  She turned to Temple. "So the stairs are a bad idea, sorry, lover."

  Temple blushed and looked down. Her hair framed her heart-shaped face.

  Jeff cleared his throat.

  "Yes, Jeff."

  "You know there is a gym upstairs?"

  "I saw the Health Club sign; we figured it was a private club."

  "No, it's open to anyone in the building."

  "I'm not sure how that would help us?" "It would be easier to show you."

  Miriam went next to Temple and pulled her close, her hand disappeared between them. "Whattya say, lover, shall we check Jeff's idea out?"

  Temple shut her eyes as her body seemed to ripple sexily against Miriam's tall frame. She nodded just once.

  "Lead the way, Jeff." She pointed up the stairs.

  "The door?"

  "Not to worry, it’s taped on the top floor."

  So Jeff preceded the two girls up the stairs to the fourth floor. The girls shared a look behind him the might have worried him if he had seen it.

  He led them to the Health Club, told them the combination to the outer door lock. The door made an awful ringing when they entered. Inside it was empty.

  "This time and about mid-morning it's usually empty."

  The ladies looked around at the collection of fitness gear.

  "Not exactly conducive to the 'exercise' we had in mind." Jeff smiled and led them around the corner. He showed them three smaller rooms, each about twelve feet square with rubber floor mats, large rubber exercise balls, and small stereos. One had a TV-DVD combo and a selection of workout videos.

  He ushered them into the last room and shut the door.

  "This door can be locked and you heard the noise when the outer door opens, plenty of privacy and time to get decent if you hear the alarm." Miriam nodded her head, thoughtfully. Temple knelt down on the thick mat and stretched like a cat. Her movements distracted Jeff. Then Miriam stepped next to her, her blouse gone, her heavy breasts constrained by her bra. Jeff appreciated the view as Temple leaned against Miriam and kissed her belly. Miriam ran her hands through her hair.

  Jeff reluctantly turned to go.

  "No, stay, watch from there."

  The voiced surprised him, it was Temple's.

  Miriam looked at her.

  "We owe him, and besides, you love an audience."

  Miriam turned to Jeff. "Yes, stay — against the door."

  Jeff leaned his back against the door, trying to act like something like this happened every day, but the shake to his hands as he folded his arms would have given him away if anyone was watching. Miriam pul
led Temple to her feet and turned her to face Jeff and stood behind her. She pressed her body against Temple's and started rubbing her hands up and down, under her top and with smooth controlled movements, Temple was soon naked. Miriam laid her down on the floor, her head toward Jeff and kneeled between her open legs. She looked down at Temple, her hands stroked Temple's thighs. In a few seconds, the dark-haired beauty started straining her hips up, she made the sexiest noises trying to entice her lover to…

  Jeff jumped at the sudden sound of Miriam's voice. "She is a beauty, my lover, isn't she? Her skin is so smooth, so hot! You know she asked you to stay because she is the one who loves an audience. She picked the stairwell hoping for someone to see us. She looked all nervous, but the reality is it was some fear, but mostly excitement. When you stood there, she practically came against me!"

  Jeff didn't say a word. The image before him was beyond any fantasy, beyond any porn flick. Temple's hair was spread across the gray mat, her hands on her breasts, her knees wide. In between her raised knees, the statuesque Miriam knelt as if in prayer. Her strong hands stroked Temple's thighs as she looked down at her lover, her face indescribable. She looked up and made eye contact with Jeff and she swiftly bent down and touched her tongue to Temple. Her own hair obscured his vision, but Temple made low, guttural noises which told him exactly what Miriam was doing to her. Jeff was peripherally aware of the room, the temperature, external noises, even the sunlight that came through the small window. But what he knew more than anything was that he had never been so turned on in his life. He couldn't see the precum stain on the front of the light gray slacks, but Miriam could and she knew precisely what he was thinking.

  Then Temple started cumming. Jeff couldn't believe it. She threw herself from side to side and miraculously, Miriam never left her. She arched her back far enough to make Jeff’s back hurt, and still Miriam's mouth never left her. When she turned to one side, Miriam's strong hands stopped her. What was the strangest thing was how quiet she was. The look on her face, the contortions of her body should have been accompanied by screams, but she gritted her teeth and swallowed any noises. But the physical contortions raised the temperature in the small room and Jeff sweated profusely as well.