“Exactly.”
“The same Johanna who received a Dragon stipend? Who almost reached the Ironman rostrum and immediately after served three clients? The woman who did Lydia so that she’s still raving over it? I wanna be licked.”
I had to grin, and not just for the admiration in her gaze. I was still more interested in men than in women, but she was looking rather appetizing, and I had long learned that true passionate devotion in this house’s sense wasn’t dependent on gender. “That could be arranged.”
Chapter One-Hundred-And-Six
Kat’s doubtful glance rested on me, then on the wide bed, and then returned to me. “I’m not sure.”
“Close your eyes and think of a man,” I proposed, and stepped behind her.
First, I let her wait while I watched her slender body. She trembled a little. Several times her hands wandered forward before her pubes, then dropped down her side again. Didn’t she have any lesbian experience?
Well, surely you could very well please a man without. But in order to learn more about your own body and your own lust, in my opinion, there was no better way than to please someone of your own sex—and be pleased.
I began by breathing tender kisses on her nape and the curve of her neck. Kat only shuddered, but when I tried a small bite, she uttered a moan. Wait, girl! I took her hands that didn’t know where to go, and closed her arms over her head.
With lips and tongue, I now treated the base of her breasts, from which I worked my way toward the hip. She liked my tender kiss to the upper end of her butt crack. I felt my way down centimeter by centimeter, and Kat responded by slowly moving her feet apart. Oh no, sweetie, we haven’t come that far yet!
It was a good sign that Kat reacted so open-mindedly—after all not every woman was bisexually interested. In our profession, especially from the point of view that sex had to foster wellness, it was rather helpful to be able to enjoy any kind of passionate togetherness.
Open-minded was an understatement regarding Kat. Her breath went heavy, her cheeks blushed, her pupils widened, her nipples were erect, and her labia glistened wet. In short, she was hot like a blast furnace and close to exploding.
I commanded enough means to slow her down. After all, we only had just started—but I guessed it couldn’t hurt to grant her a first quick success. For this, it sufficed to suck a little more at her nipples and then touch her rosy lust button a few times with the tip of the tongue. Kat moaned and then sank into my waiting arms, panting.
For minutes, I only held her tight, stroked her hair, her buttocks, her back. The cuddling after simply was part of the wellness experience, human warmth, the feel of belonging.
Then I felt unexpected wetness at my shoulder. Kat was sobbing.
Should I feel a bit guilty now for having unsettled her so much? No—she had enjoyed it, and if there was anything inside her that had to get out now, it was good this way. I just had to wait until she had calmed down.
She didn’t calm down though. Instead, she clung to me and only cried more. I returned the hug as well as I could and let her have her way. Probably her nose was already running, too, but what did a little snot on my skin matter?
Finally I made up my mind to ask her. “Is anything wrong?” I asked gently.
Kat loosened her grip and faced me with red eyes.
“It’s okay,” I whispered. “You can tell me everything.”
“Really?” Kat snuffled and looked around.
“Don’t worry. Let it run.” She didn’t believe me. I simply gave her a kiss, across snot and tears. She hesitated for a moment, then she responded, ravenously returning my kiss. It appeared almost starving to me.
Then her hand was at my breast, wandered on. Her lips separated from mine only to suck tight to my tit. Her finger searched and found the wet crack in my crotch, felt forward, moved back and forth frantically. In her doing, I felt a passion born from despair in urgent need of fulfillment, and I returned what I could give.
Together we chanted toward the joint climax. When I finally came with her, I was close to tears myself.
Chapter One-Hundred-And-Seven
Two more orgasms and a long snuggle phase later, Kat had calmed down enough for a talk. She lay curled in my right arm, her right hand on my left breast, her fingers playing with my nipple.
“Jo?”
“Yes, Kat?”
“Are you my girlfriend?”
“Sure, Kat.”
“I never had a real friend. I never had anybody who took me into her arms.”
This reminded of my another young girl. “Yes, I know that.”
“Really?”
“I had to come here to learn mutual affection.”
“Did you also have a girlfriend who loved you so?”
In her question resonated an emptiness that I didn’t entirely understand yet. “No, Kat. I had friends. Many friends—temporary friends. Clients.”
“Clients?” Her voice reflected puzzlement.
“Clients. They came to experience passion and tenderness with me. That’s what we’re here for, after all.”
“Lydia said something like that, too, when I started here, but it’s not like with you.”
“How is it then? Would you like to tell me?”
“Sure. He comes upstairs and undresses. I recline, open my legs and moan a bit, until he comes. If he has more time, I may give him a blowjob. Sometimes they want to cum on me or a doggie. Well, and then he pulls up his pants and leaves. That’s how it always is, or not?”
“I don’t know it that way. What are you doing to appeal to a man?”
“Why? I’m naked. Oh—sure, I can spread my pussy with my fingers. And I’m quite good at sucking.”
Good that she couldn’t see me rolling my eyes from her position. Was that what Lydia meant? That I should show the girls how to treat sophisticated clients?
When I had begun, my clients showed me how to experience shared passion. I got the clients who liked to show me something new. I learned, and I gladly returned. What Kat was telling me didn’t belong here. That was nothing more than the act in an ordinary brothel.
“If you want more from a man, you have to take it yourself. I will show you how to control the game. If you want.”
“Oh. Yes, sure.” She appeared slightly disappointed.
“And when we’re off duty, you may come cuddling. Okay?”
“Oh yes!”
Chapter One-Hundred-And-Eight
The next morning I intercepted Lydia. I didn’t have to say a word.
“I see the thunderstorm clouds on your face,” she noted. “What did you find out?”
“Kat,” I only said.
Lydia nodded. “Kat. Yes, she’s one of the new. We have many like her. Most girls come and go. Many don’t get along well. Some come to terms. Some find something else, photos and videos. Some don’t need the money. Kat didn’t come to terms, but she has no alternative. She needs the money. Parents in jail, dropped out of school, no education, pretty, several disappointments. Used and thrown away.”
“That’s not what I mean.”
“No.” Lydia shrugged. “You refer to business. Bad clients, quick fucks. The market has changed. Go out. Young girls on every corner. School girls, students, with and without migration background. Cheap and willing. Worst are the flying Dutchmen. Uprooted after the Invasion, homeless, no future. They’ll do everything, even without rubber. The clients compare the prices. They can have ten real fucks without rubber for the price of one visit to us—what do you think they choose?”
Pooh. Without rubber—that was still Russian Roulette with your health, even if the fight against AIDS might soon be won due to nano medicine. For me, personally, it was the least problem, I remembered—I was safe. Nevertheless, I wouldn’t tolerate any bad behavior that could endanger the other girls. “This place is different.”
“No, Jo. This place was different. Sure, we still have a few old school clients who come every few months. Not frequent
ly enough to bring the young girls up to our former level—especially as our good clients expect more from us. We can’t ask them every time to teach a new one. The other clients aren’t willing to pay any price—above all not for services they could have outside, too. For our girls to make ends meet they have to accept almost every client—and then still see that they serve more than one. Otherwise money’s tight. Still, that’s not the worst of it.”
I was shocked. “So soon Eva’s ideals are down the drain?”
“We all try to stop the descent. However, it’s somewhat like poking a finger into the dike, and then the water sprays out of the next hole. I don’t know how much longer it can hold. That you’re here gives me hope. If we only can offer a little more, can teach a few of the girls and keep them, if we can convince our clients this way, then this venue may flourish. I’m sure there are enough men in search for more than the quick fuck.”
She gave me a pleading look. “I’d understand if you make up your mind differently. You have more options now. But we really could use you.”
“Sure. I’ll stay. I already promised Kat.”
Chapter One-Hundred-And-Nine
“That one looks good,” I said to Kat and rose. “Come with me and put on a curious smile.” Without unnecessary haste, I left the staff room.
The young man wore inconspicuously elegant clothing, expensive but not pretentious, like someone who had money but didn’t have to show off. The man inside looked well-groomed, too.
I tugged my thin silken coat in place before I approached him. “Good evening,” I welcomed him cheerfully. “I’m Jo. What can we do for you?”
“My name is Dieter. I’m in search of some charming entertainment. Nothing elaborate, just a little intermezzo.” He already peeked past me to Kat. Sure, young and blonde, that always worked.
“Only an intermezzo?” I asked mockingly. “That’s a pity. You’re looking like someone who’d enjoy really being pampered.” I leaned closer to his ear and whispered, “You’re also looking like someone who could really pamper a woman. My friend would sure terribly like to be pampered by you. I’d terribly like to pamper you. And perhaps you’d enjoy seeing her pampering me? Or you’d pamper the two of us? I’m sure that would be an appropriate challenge for you.”
Now he examined me more closely. I saw some doubts in his gaze. He wasn’t entirely convinced yet.
“You shouldn’t say no before you know what I can offer you. I’ll lead you through the heights of passion and lust for hours, I’ll prove you that you’ve never before experienced true ecstasy.” Instead of further boasting, I let my breasts touch his upper arm, my warm breath met his neck, then I placed one hand on his shoulder and pressed it very gently.
“I don’t know,” he said hesitatingly.
“Please,” I whispered. “See my friend? Such a pretty young thing. She can’t wait to feel your potency. But what a waste not to glory in such a body. From fingers to toes, her body shall tremble in lust, each of her cells shall yearn for you—and yet you’ll only give her your attention when she’s earned it, won’t you? Let me help you two explore this path. You surely won’t regret it.”
Very slowly a knowing smile sneaked into his face, paired with anticipation. Yes, my guy, tonight you’ll learn to know Eva’s idea.
He looked back at an attendant in black leather, who so far had stayed in the background. Driver or bodyguard, I had judged him, and thus not paid him attention. “I’d guess I don’t need you anymore tonight. Pick me up tomorrow at nine, okay?”
Chapter One-Hundred-And-Ten
“Oh,” Kat said and looked down at herself. A large blot of strawberry jam had dropped from her bread roll right between her breasts. She reached for a napkin.
“Let me do that,” Dieter intervened, and leaned over to her. With delight he licked the jam away together with a few sperm remainders of the last night. Kat uttered a lustful moan, half mocking and half honest. From my position I could already see his penis harden. Kat placed her dripping roll away and reached for him, and Dieter began to kiss her.
I watched their play without envy. Last night, we all had got our money’s worth. Kat had begged and cried for Dieter’s cock. He again hadn’t gotten enough of our shaking bodies. He had let ice-cold, prickling champagne run over our clitoris and labia down his throat, in turn we had licked chocolate sauce off his penis—a true challenge, as the sauce was tough and resisted being licked off. But that’d be where the fun started, wouldn’t it?
While the two united again and slowly approached another climax, I continued to enjoy my breakfast. I was still pondering if I should stroke myself a bit, when the two were already coming.
Giggling, Kat unrolled the condom and tapped some more juice from Dieter’s cock to smear it around her breasts. Dieter patiently waited until there wasn’t any left, then he turned to me.
“You didn’t promise too much, Jo,” he said. “I’ve never before experienced a night like this. My greatest thanks for that. To you, too, Kat—you’ve been a highly docile pupil.”
“Come back soon,” she whispered. “I need more of your cock!”
Once Dieter had showered and left us, we helped each other to refresh ourselves, too.
“I’m dead tired,” Kat admitted. “But that was simply hypergloss hot. May I say so? I mean, the sex with you was great, but with that hard thing in me, that’s different again.”
“You may say so, Kat. I’m hetero, too, I’m only not narrow-minded, and I like to cuddle with nice people.”
“Yes. I’m going to my room now and have a nap. Want to join?”
Would I want to? I didn’t need company for sleeping. But if Kat asked so kindly, I couldn’t turn her down.
Chapter One-Hundred-And-Eleven
The next night was less busy. I had two clients, who both left before midnight, while Kat successfully tried her new skills with another young man. In the late morning, we met for breakfast. Kat looked content, in any case much happier—or more relieved—than during our first meeting.
I hadn’t found out yet if she really got along with her job choice as prostitute, if she felt stigmatized or stood up to it, and I wouldn’t want to ask her now. This way or that—if you worked this job, in my opinion, at least the sex should be fun. Kat looked as if she had fun.
“What’s your plan today?” she asked and pointed at me. I wore my only long pants and a tee shirt, while she followed the house dress code—that is, she was nude.
“I need to buy some clothes, new sports jersey, something for a night out, warm stuff for the winter.”
“Cool. I know a good discount store, shall I come along?”
“Thanks. You’re welcome to come along, but I need some high-class stuff. Sometimes I gamble.”
“You gamble?”
“I visit the casino. There you find clients who in the first place have money, and second—if they win—are inclined to spend it in a neat way.”
That wasn’t the entire story. I wanted to create myself an option to bring money into the flow here again. But I wouldn’t burden Kat with this side job, which I’d pick up again as soon as I got around on my bicycle.
“Wow. Okay, if you think they’ll let me enter the shops where you’re going, I’m coming along.”
“In this attire probably not.” We both laughed. “I’ll deal with the rest.”
Kat left to dress and returned a short while later. By then, I had put on shoes.
As I already had concluded from Lydia’s remarks, Kat couldn’t afford to spend much money on clothes. Her jeans were cheap, her pullover was worn out, and on her high-heel sandals, she walked rather wobbly.
On this level, I wouldn’t want to work. If business was really going so badly, I had to get my other job up to speed soon.
First, I needed the appropriate attire. As Kat already had guessed, the very neatly dressed shop attendant gave my jeans and sneakers a rather critical glance. Nevertheless, she welcomed me with professional kindness.
Even if I didn’t owe her an explanation, she got one. “Good morning. I fear the larger part of my luggage will remain lost between Australia and Europe for some time. Thus I have to replace most of my attire. I’m sure you’ll be able to help me with that.”
She was able. The magic word Australia pushed all ideas of poverty aside that she might have related to my clothes. That I didn’t pay attention to price tags reinforced this impression, too, and perhaps also the unpretentious but not cheap wrist watch, which I had already worn for years, helped. Kat felt uncomfortable initially, but didn’t have to be asked twice when I handed her a loosely draping black dress and said, “That one’s yours.”
It looked simply gorgeous at her. I didn’t have the heart asking her to undress from it for now. Finally, she herself recognized that it would be better carried in a tote, more so as I had more shopping on my agenda.
Chapter One-Hundred-And-Twelve
“I can’t believe that you’re spending two-hundred Euro for a single pair of shoes,” Kat admitted not much later on our tour.
“Compared to my sneakers, it’s expensive indeed,” I agreed straightforwardly. “But for twelve centimeters high and more I want solid quality. A sprained ankle is more expensive, if you count in the loss of income.”
“Yes. Seen that way—oh.” She stopped abruptly.
“What’s up?”
“You don’t know the ways. Stay with me.”
Now my gaze fell on a small group of young men, too, who were unerringly approaching us. The most prominent item was the butterfly knife one of them was playing with, and that alone sufficed to conclude that I didn’t like them—nor our situation. In the short, narrow connecting alley between two shopping streets, we were alone and out of sight.
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