“A couple of lewd, unruly, drunken sluts”
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About me (for those who don’t know me)
My name is Ellen. I’m a 45-year-old full-time independent escort based in Lancashire. One of my favourite fantasy scenarios is to play the role of a schoolgirl in uniform. Since I have been advertising this kind of session as an option, it has proved very popular with my clients, and it always works out well.
Some time ago I wrote three stories about my experiences as a schoolgirl. The events in those stories took place when I was just 18.
Viktoria
In the third story, I introduced Viktoria, a most attractive and very sexy young woman, a few years older than me, who worked as a part-time cleaner at the school. We met by chance, and quickly became friends.
She was strikingly pretty, with a voluptuous figure. She was blonde, and fair-skinned, with sparkling hazel eyes. She seemed fit and energetic, and always looked cheerful. She was a student. Her family came from Czechoslovakia, but she was born here. She was doing the cleaning to get some extra cash.
It so happened that Vickie had another job, working a couple of shifts a week at the local massage parlour. She enjoyed working there, and she liked to tell me about her experiences. I was always very keen to hear about the things she was getting up to, when she was there.
Since my last story
Soon after we met, Vickie started to try to persuade me to join her on a shift at the parlour, just once, for the experience. I rejected the idea, immediately. I was curious, of course, and keen to meet some older men, but I didn’t feel ready to try anything like that, at that time.
It took her quite a while, but eventually she succeeded in convincing me that I should put her proposal to the test. We found a day when I could skip lessons at school, without too many awkward questions being asked, and Vickie made the necessary arrangements with the staff at the parlour. That was a straightforward matter, as I was over 18, and could provide proof of my age.
The massage parlour
The massage parlour was a flat over a shop, with an inconspicuous entrance. I’d walked past that row of shops countless times, and I’d never given any of the buildings a second glance. Vickie told me that I’d find it clean and comfortable, with a welcoming atmosphere. Although modest in size, it was a thriving establishment, with many regular customers.
Fiona
Vickie explained that the flat was owned by a lady called Fiona. She was in her forties, but looked younger. She was a nice-looking woman, and very sociable. She used to work shifts there, until recently, and she still saw the odd regular, from time to time. She was a competent businesswoman, and kept a close eye on what went on there.
House rules
Fiona ran her business according to some simple rules. No alcohol, no drugs, safe sex to be practised at all times, no short-changing of clients, under any circumstances, and the strictest confidentiality, concerning clients’ identities and personal details. It was all just basic common sense, really, and it worked.
Fiona was very fair. She could also be very tough. She lived by a simple principle. As she put it, “No-one takes the piss out of me twice”. That was what she said, and she put it into practice, too.
Sadie
The day-to-day running of the business was looked after by a receptionist, or “maid”. She did a bit of everything. She handled all the appointments, and all the money. It was her job to see that everything ran to time. She made the tea, and handed round the biscuits. The one who worked there most often was called Sadie. She was a married lady, in her thirties.
Like Fiona, Sadie was attractive, and got on well with just about everybody. She’d never done this sort of work herself. She would occasionally take a session with one of the regulars, and Fiona didn’t mind, as long as one of the girls was willing to take over the phone, for as long as necessary.
Meeting Sadie
On the day of my visit, we went to the flat together, in the morning, well before the shift was due to start. Vickie introduced me to Sadie, who made me feel welcome, straight away.
Sadie reassured me, most emphatically, that she’d arrange things in such a way that there would be no possibility that I could meet anyone whom I already knew. I was also keen to minimise the risk of meeting someone whom I might run into again, after I’d met them here. Most of the clients were regulars, and most were already known to Vickie, so I could be pretty sure that there wouldn’t be any uncomfortable surprises.
First impressions of Fiona’s place
Inside, the flat was much as I’d expected, from Vickie’s description. It was clean, comfortable and altogether unpretentious. The whole place seemed more homely and welcoming than I’d been expecting. I could see that anyone arriving here as a client would find it a pleasant, hospitable environment, where they could feel at ease, straight away.
Introducing Grace
One important piece of advice that Vickie had given me was that I should work on creating a special persona or “character” that I could adopt for my encounters with clients, and that I should give this character a name. This “alter ego” would help me to keep this aspect of my life separate from all my other activities, and would make the experiences easier to deal with.
I’d invented a very outgoing, self-confident, sexually adventurous character called Grace. I had no idea whether I’d be able to act as Grace would, in a real situation, but I was curious to see what would happen if I tried it.
I’d chosen an outfit to wear, as Grace, and I was very pleased with it. It was a close-fitting one-piece mini-dress in a smooth, lycra-style stretch fabric, in black, worn with black stilettos. That was all. No stockings, and no underwear. Very simple, and very effective. It was the classic low-maintenance outfit, easy to roll down from the top, or up from the bottom, in just a second or two.
To complete the effect, I’d add some rich red lipstick, and plenty of dark, silver-grey eye-shadow for a sultry, ready-for-anything kind of look. I had a neat leather handbag that was a perfect match for the shoes. My only other accessories were my Sobranie Black Russian cigarettes (which were very fashionable in those days) and a nice solid lighter.
Martina
Vickie had her own identity for her parlour work, and the name she used was Martina. All the parlour staff and clients knew her by that name.
Our first session
In our first session, Martina and I met a regular client, a bakery worker called Joe. It was a “quickie” session, as Joe had only called in for a cup of tea and a chat with Sadie. This was apparently quite common practice at this particular establishment. Joe hadn’t brought any cash with him, and as this was my first time at the parlour, we’d offered our services free of charge.
Almost as soon as we’d said goodbye to Joe, we met our second client, Bob. This story tells what happened during that session.
Our second session
Because this was a completely new experience for me, I felt at a loss, much of the time, as to how to deal with it. As for Martina, however, she thought it all went very well, and she was most impressed with my contribution. For that reason, I’ve chosen to present the story of our session with Bob from her point of view, that’s to say, as she might have written it. I shall hand the task of story-telling to her at this point, and I’ll add some remarks of my own, at the end.
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Grace meets Bob (as told by Martina)
For our shift this afternoon, we were sitting in the largest, most comfortable bedroom in the flat, and I was looking forward to having a nice, relaxed chat with Grace, about our session with Joe, our first client, who’d just left.
I’d persuaded Sadie, earlier, that we should relax the “no alcohol” rule very slightly, and Grace and I each had a lightly chilled white wine spritzer to enjoy, while we waited for our next client. As long as Sadie was in charge of pouring the drinks, I reckoned Fiona was unlikely to object.
We had hardly had time to settle back on the sofa, however, when there was a knock at the door, and Sadie entered.
“Bob’s here … he’s heard about the new girl … he’s very keen to see her.”
She seemed slightly flustered. The agreement with Grace had been that she was to meet selected clients only, by prior arrangement, and no-one else was to know that she was here. But things weren’t going according to plan.
“He came straight out with it. He arrived just after Joe left. Joe must have said something to him, on his way out.”
“What kind of service is he after?”
“He wants his usual. Oral to completion. That’s all, this time.”
“OK, Sadie, hold on for a minute. We’ll have to see what Grace thinks.”
I asked Grace how she felt about seeing a second client who’d given no advance notice of his arrival. As I’d expected, Grace’s overriding concern was for the reputation of the parlour, should the session fail to meet the client’s expectations. As long as he was aware that this was her first ever shift, she was happy for us to run the session as another threesome.
I told her, very briefly, about Bob. Another parlour regular. 30-something. A very nice bloke. Perhaps a bit shy. Again, I didn’t think she’d know him. He was a car mechanic, working in a local garage, a few streets from where we were. He travelled in from somewhere outside the town. Once I’d reassured her on that point, she seemed keen to get started.
“OK, Sadie. Give us just a couple of minutes, and then show him in.”
“Oh, Martina, I forgot to say – he’s asking if it’s any extra for smoking. Joe must have told him that Grace had cigarettes with her. That’s at your discretion, as you know. Some of the girls charge for every extra they can.”
“Well, cigarettes aren’t cheap these days, are they? Especially these Black Russian ones. Let’s see … Only joking, Sadie. He can pay the standard rate. Tell him that he’s getting a two-girl session as a bonus. Just because Grace is new here.
“He can choose which girl he wants to come with. If he can come more than once, that’s fine by us. And if he behaves himself, he might get to stay a bit longer. Just as a one-off, of course. Today’s special offer. Never to be repeated at this price! He has to understand that.”
Grace and I took the opportunity to make ourselves properly comfortable. We were well supplied with drink and cigarettes. We drew the blinds, and switched on a table lamp, to create a relaxed, seductive atmosphere.
Sadie knocked again, opened the door, and ushered Bob inside. I knew him well, and I was pleased to see him again. He took a moment to proffer a courteous greeting in my direction, before turning his attention to Grace. From that point onwards, he could hardly take his eyes off her.
I opened the conversation, inviting Bob to take a seat.
“We’ve made ourselves comfortable already – we hope you don’t mind – so please do the same.”
I introduced Grace, and straight away she had his full attention. He seemed quite excited to be meeting a girl who’d never worked at the flat before. He wanted to know how she’d come to be working here.
“Well, Bob, as Sadie told you, this is a total one-off. Just this one shift. Martina bet me that I wouldn’t dare do it. For a while she thought she was going to end up winning that bet, but she’s lost it now, ’cause here I am.”
All this was pure confabulation on Grace’s part. There was never any bet. I always knew she’d find her way here one day, if only to satisfy her own curiosity.
“You weren’t sure about it at first then.”
“Not really, not at first, no. Don’t get me wrong, Bob, I love being here, I really do love it. Working with Martina is just fantastic. But to do this as a job, what I mean is, to actually take money for doing it, that’s quite a big step for anyone to take.
“As well as which, the villages and even the towns around here are not that big, any of them, are they? Word gets around … so if I did decide that I wanted to take this up, I might have to get used to doing a bit of travelling.”
“OK, so I’d better make the most of this opportunity then. I can’t tell you what a treat it is, to see you both sipping your wine and smoking away here. You both look so laid back. As if you’d be ready for anything.”
“Well I’m finding out pretty fast that every guy who shows up here is after something a little bit different. As Martina keeps telling me, it’s all about fantasy. That’s right, though, isn’t it?”
“Mmm … ”
“So, what’s your fantasy right now, Bob?”
“Well, right now I’m sitting in my local pub … I’m in the small bar at the back, on my own, late in the evening … It’s quiet, cosy, the lights are low. About like in here. Sitting opposite me are two outrageously slutty young women, in short skirts and high heels, heavily made up, looking absolutely gorgeous and totally up for it. What a sight!
“One’s undone a couple of buttons on her top, to show off her awesome cleavage. The other one is wearing a little black number, a really tight dress in that smooth, stretchy material, very short … making a tight sheath around her fantastically fit body.
“She’s got nothing on at all underneath I reckon … and she’s got that skirt hitched up so high … She’s got the most fantastic legs and thighs … and those heels … Oh, wow! That’s just superb!
“Now, I’m still looking at the one in the short tight dress. If she were to lean back a bit, I could soon see whether she’s got knickers on. I’m just going to keep watching. I’m watching both of them. They don’t seem to mind.
“They can see me watching. I think they might be talking about me. They’re great looking, actually a bit classy for this place, but still they’re really, really slutty. I think they’re quite drunk. They’re obviously up for it.”
“You like your girls slutty, then?”
“Well, Grace, you asked what my fantasy was. This is it. And in my fantasies, yes, the hornier, filthier, sluttier, the better! Just like every other guy you’ll ever meet!”
I could see that Grace was really getting drawn into Bob’s fantasy. She’d already nailed the out-and-out wanton slut look, right from the start, and now she was actually starting to seem quite drunk. I wondered whether she’d somehow managed to sneak some more wine into her spritzer, when I wasn’t looking, but it was much more likely that she didn’t need to, and was simply demonstrating her competence in role play.
She leaned back slightly on the sofa, in a mildly-inebriated-looking way, gripping my shoulder for a bit of support. Leaning over towards me a little further, she allowed her skirt to ride up about as far as it would go, as she parted her legs. Back in his local pub, Bob was having a great time.
“By ‘eck! That one in the black dress has got her legs open for me now. And I was right about her! No knickers! Showing her pussy off, just for me!
“Now what? She’s started playing around with her mate! Oh, yes! She’s pawing her! She’s got a hand inside her shirt! Groping her tits! They’re both completely pissed! And I bet they’re randy as hell!”
I took my turn to make a contribution, and spoke softly to Grace.
“D’you reckon ‘e’s ‘ard yet? ‘Appen ‘e’ll get it out for us! Think ‘e’d let you suck it? In ‘ere I mean … if you attacked ‘im from under t’table?”
Bob took this as his cue, and he seemed relieved to be able to start getting undressed. He slipped off his trousers and boxer shorts, and in so doing he unleashed a promising erection.
Grace and I made a point of ensuring that we didn’t appear too impressed, just then. We’d finished our cigarettes, and Grace reached for the packet, to offer me another one. We made a bit of a show of lighting up, and we each took one or two long drags, as we looked Bob up and down. Bob looked back at us, spellbound.
Grace was now fully absorbed in her role as the pleasure-loving, wine-swilling, nicotine-craving, loose-living, free-spirited thrill-seeker, and in Bob she had a most appreciative admirer.
With a barely noticeable hand movement, she beckoned Bob towards us. He stepped out of his trousers, and ambled slowly over. He seemed unable to believe his luck: a smoking fetish scenario, with two sluts at once!
This was the first time that I’d shared a cock, for quite a while, and it was an all-time first for Grace. I hadn’t given a smoky blow-job for a while either, and as for doing this side-by-side with another girl, that was an all-time first for all three of us.
It was a very smoky session, and it worked really well. Grace got us started, with some tantalising tongue work, tickling the tip of Bob’s cock very lightly, and then blowing clouds of smoke down the length of his shaft.
The essence of indulging a smoking fetish is to take things very, very slowly. Grace was pacing things just right. She was in no hurry at all. Taking a long, slow drag, she let the smoke swirl around her mouth, then ran her tongue playfully over the tip of Bob’s cock, and down the underside of his shaft, and then back up, to take another slow drag … and so on.
It was as well that we’d warned Bob that we might need longer than his usual session. It was also fortunate that he had considerably better staying power than the average male of his age.
For a beginner, Grace was giving a remarkably accomplished performance. To my surprise, I found myself following her lead. After what had seemed like a very long time, Grace got up, and sat back on the sofa. I got on my knees, in front of Bob, and carried on, where Grace had left off.
I used the same technique, taking everything very slowly, letting the smoke swirl, teasing the magnificently swollen bell-end with my lips and tongue, and then sending clouds of smoke wafting upwards, for Bob to inhale.
Grace, meanwhile, was sprawling on the sofa, as she’d done before, cigarette in one hand, wine glass in the other, gazing lazily in the direction of Bob’s cock. Finishing her cigarette, she spread her legs wide, and began to tease her pussy with her fingertips. It was as if she’d gone into a private reverie, pleasuring herself in the privacy of her own bedroom, for the moment entirely oblivious to the presence of anyone else.
Now, it had occurred to me that we didn’t need to keep Bob standing in front of us, for the whole session, as there was a comfortable bed on the other side of the room. But he was a fit bloke, and he seemed quite comfortable, as he was. More to the point, I had the impression that he and Grace were getting so absorbed in what was going on, and in each other, that, if we made things even more comfortable, I might never be able to prise them apart.
After a little while, Grace drifted gradually back to us, and as she did so, she reached for yet another cigarette. Once again she took herself carefully through the process of an elaborate lighting-up ritual, and then stood up, to move close to Bob.
Her next move was to get started on some even more ruthless teasing. Taking a long drag, she brought her face close to Bob’s, and placed her mouth against his. As the two began to kiss more deeply, she let the smoke swirl into his mouth, and then she pressed herself tightly against him, kissing him hard and long.
As she drew back, she reached down, to stroke my hair, very lightly. I took that as a signal that she was ready to get on her knees again, and I shifted position, to let her take her turn. This time, her approach was a good deal more enthusiastic. Her confidence had evidently been boosted by the success of her efforts to deep-throat Joe, a little earlier, and now she was ready to get to work on Bob.
As Grace settled in for another attempt to get as much of Bob’s impressive length into her mouth as possible, I stood up, and offered him a suggestion. I thought we might try a little cum-swapping, for Grace’s benefit. When he was ready to climax, he should take care to shoot in my direction. I’d take his load in my mouth, and then pass it on to Grace, for her to swallow.
This would be another “first” for Grace, and I was sure she’d enjoy it. I asked Bob if he’d like to finish with a “snowball”, but he didn’t seem keen. He was content to let us do the swapping, and I could tell that he was looking forward to that.
As Grace sat back, to draw breath, I took the opportunity to ask her how she felt about my proposal, and she said she was quite happy to go along with it. I could sense that Bob might not be too far away from the point of climax. I got back down onto my knees, to be sure of being ready.
As I did so, Grace got to her feet, placed a hand lightly on Bob’s shoulder, and began to whisper in his ear. She was still very much in role as the brassy, provocative little bitch who loved to tease, tease and tease some more.
Her words were carefully chosen, to take Bob even deeper into his fantasy, and he was obviously very turned on by what she was saying. She told him what horny little sluts we were, and how we loved to have a few drinks, and then show ourselves off to guys that we found in bars and pubs in the local area.
We loved to tease guys, and we got very turned on by getting them aroused. And even better, we loved to suck cock in places where there was a chance that someone else might guess what we were up to.
She was playing directly into Bob’s imaginings, and the results were dramatic. She went on to tell him what greedy little cum-sluts we were, and how we loved to share a full load before we each swallowed a portion of it. That’s what we were going to do here, right now. She said it was her friend’s turn to take the shot, this time, and she’d be the one to swallow it. She loved the taste, and she was so excited that she couldn’t wait any longer.
By now, Bob was hugely aroused. Moments later, fantasy became reality, and with a sudden deep, throaty grunt he gave me his first shot, filling my mouth. It took enormous willpower to resist the urge to swallow, and I stayed on my knees, my mouth wide open, as he kept pumping. The warm, creamy fluid filled my mouth and spilled out. It streamed down my chin, splashing onto my breasts. I held my breasts together, to catch what I could in a sticky little puddle in between them.
His climax was so sudden that it took Grace a moment to realise what had happened. She, too, dropped to her knees, ready for her share of the spoils. Hoisting myself up, to stand over her, I grabbed a handful of her hair, and yanked her head back. I wanted it to look as though I was being a bit rough with her.
Fortunately, she anticipated my move, and went with it, so that in fact it was all very smooth, and very gentle. She opened her mouth wide, and I emptied the contents of mine into it, in a long steady trickle of warm, frothy goo. She swallowed eagerly, and then smiled, and offered up a suitably deferential “Thank you”.
Still holding her hair, I drew her towards me, pressing her face lightly against my breasts, for her to lick up everything else. By now totally in the spirit of things, she lapped away eagerly, wiping up every trace of the sticky deposit from my skin. Not content with that, she sucked first one nipple, then the other.
She made a show of baring her teeth as she tugged at the second one, then sat back, licking her lips. Bob was beside himself. His cock still looked quite firm, and he was wanking himself fiercely, in an ambitious effort to drain himself utterly dry.
I decided that I’d be a little bit selfish, this time round, never mind taking it in turns, and when I sensed that Bob was ready to reach another climax, I positioned myself carefully, to be ready to take what he had to offer. He’d got very excited by this time. I opened my mouth wide, and he shot a couple more nice strong spurts straight in. I took a moment to hold on to my enjoyment of the thrillingly rich taste, and then swallowed.
Now, at last, fully spent, Bob collapsed in an armchair, and I handed him wipes and tissues. It took him a little while to regain his composure, and then, slowly and somewhat hesitantly, he started getting dressed.
Afterwards
Now, I’d met Bob for one-to-one sessions on a number of occasions before, and I recalled that, as a rule, he didn’t hang around long, once his principal objective had been met. On this occasion, however, he was clearly in no hurry to leave. He seemed most reluctant to disengage from his contact with Grace, and the feeling was undoubtedly mutual.
Grace did her best to bring him back to earth with a little relaxed low-key conversation. She asked him what it was, about our session this afternoon, that had appealed to him. His reply came as quite a shock to her.
He simply said that his wife’s approach to sex was energetic and responsive, but not as imaginative as he’d like it to be. She had no inclination to “spice up” their bedroom activities through any kind of variation, and role play in any shape or form had so far been out of the question.
To keep their marriage working, Bob said he’d taken the decision that he could get enough “spicing up” to satisfy his needs, from his visits here. And when all was said and done, he wasn’t asking for anything out of the ordinary. Nothing that you’d call distasteful. Certainly nothing that was going to hurt.
What he wanted most of all was for something to happen in a session, that he hadn’t quite been expecting. He liked to be kept on his toes. Today’s session had been full of surprises, and he’d loved every minute.
Grace seemed unsettled by what Bob was saying. I realised that when I’d been telling her about Bob, before we met him, I’d omitted any mention of his marital status. That wasn’t deliberate; I’d simply overlooked it. I’d assumed that she’d realise that not all the customers here would be unattached. I realised now that I’d made a mistake.
I could see that Bob could sense Grace’s unease, but there wasn’t time to take the discussion any further. In any case, I couldn’t think of anything that he could usefully say, at this point.
On the one hand, Bob was clearly reluctant to take his leave of Grace, for what might well turn out to be a final farewell. On the other hand, the conversation was probably getting a little too close to matters that belonged in the domain of “real life”, leaving our fantasy scenario behind. I didn’t want that to happen.
I pointed out, as gently and tactfully as I could, that time was up, and Bob took the hint. He and Grace exchanged a couple of fleeting kisses, and he made his exit. I knew that he’d be OK, though, because Sadie would be waiting for him, with a freshly-brewed pot of tea, and he’d be able to relax for a while, chatting with her, before making his way home.
Meanwhile, however, I was busy trying to resolve a dilemma of my own. Our session as a threesome had gone superbly well, from beginning to end. For a beginner, Grace had given a truly impressive performance. Everything had gone smoothly, until Bob started talking about his wife. That had unnerved her, and I realised immediately that I should have said something to her about his home situation, before we agreed to meet him.
I knew that I’d need to talk this through with Grace, before we thought about meeting anyone else. Even so, I had some doubts about whether I was the best person to be doing that. Perhaps it would have been better, after all, to keep Bob here for a bit longer. Just now, though, our first task was to get ourselves cleaned up, and while we were doing that, Sadie would tidy the room for us. That would give us both time to gather our thoughts.
Once all that was done, I asked Sadie to top up our glasses, and we settled back on the sofa. It felt good that we’d finally have some time together, as we had a lot to talk about.
Fiona arrives, to join us
Once again, though, just as we were both settling down to relax a little, there was a knock at the door. It was Sadie again. This time, she’d come in to tell us that our booked client, my good friend Leo, had called to cancel his appointment. I hadn’t expected that to happen. He’d said that some problems had arisen at work, that he’d had to stay on and deal with.
She added that she’d booked some more appointments, while we were with Bob, for later in the shift. Finally, she told us that Fiona had called in, to see how things were going, and was about to pop in to see us.
My first thought was that Fiona was going to tell us off, for drinking on duty, but Sadie had reassured her that she’d been regulating our alcohol intake very carefully.
Then there was the small matter of our session with Joe, for which we hadn’t taken any money. I felt reasonably sure that I could justify that, though, as Joe was an established regular, and it had been Grace’s first ever session.
When Fiona came in, she was beaming with delight. I couldn’t recall ever having seen her looking so pleased with life. She greeted us both very cordially, and sat down. As had happened with both Joe and Bob, it was Grace who was the focus of her attention. In fact, just as with those two, she couldn’t seem to take her eyes off the girl.
To be fair, Fiona acknowledged that bringing Grace here in the first place had been my idea, and in fact she couldn’t have known how much work I’d had to do, to get her here. But with that said, it was the effect that Grace was having on the clients, that she’d got so excited about.
She’d heard Joe’s account of events, from Sadie, and she’d been in time to meet Bob, to listen to what he had to say, before he left.
If Grace, that’s to say Ellen, had been a couple of years older, and if her circumstances had been different, then Fiona would have taken her on, at the parlour, straight away. What I’d discovered, though, about Fiona, was that she operated with extraordinarily accurate intuition, and was at her best when a potentially complex situation had to be analysed quickly.
In that respect, she and Grace were very much alike. Fiona, though, had a couple of decades of experience of fending for herself, running a business in challenging circumstances and dealing with some of the dodgiest characters you’d find anywhere.
So Fiona’s approach to Grace was as open, friendly and reassuring as it could possibly be. Gradually, she edged her way into Ellen’s territory, asking some non-intrusive questions about her life at school, her sporting activities and her career plans.
Gradually, the focus of the conversation shifted back to Ellen’s “working girl” persona, Grace. As the conversation continued, I sat patiently, and listened. It was a pleasure to observe Fiona as she moved the discussion from topic to topic. She came across as a warm, kindly “visiting aunt” figure, full of mature wisdom, and it occurred to me that she was probably about the same age as Grace’s Mum.
On the subject of providing “services” to married men, she showed a clear understanding of Grace’s concerns, explaining that our interventions here were, on balance, doing much more to keep couples together, than to separate them. That was pretty much what I’d planned to say to her, but coming from Fiona, it sounded a lot more convincing.
Eventually, Fiona turned to me, to ask how my afternoon had gone so far. She’d already heard quite a lot about it, but she wanted to know – in some detail – how things had been for us.
I took Fiona through the events of the afternoon, just as I’ve described them here. She listened intently, without comment.
It was great to see Fiona looking so happy about everything. She was always very keen to hear about her customers’ experiences, and for once she was able to get an even fuller picture of what had been going on. She seemed extraordinarly relaxed and contented as she listened to my narrative.
Then, all of a sudden, she sat forward in her chair, her eyes bright with heightened interest. I’d reached the part of the story where I was pulling Grace’s hair. I thought she was going to interrupt, but she let me carry on.
I continued with my story, to the point where Bob took his leave of us. By then, Fiona would have been in no doubt that Grace had shown exceptional aptitude for this kind of work, so that Bob had every reason to be happy with the service he’d received. And if the customer was happy, and the girls were happy, then Fiona was happy. It really was that simple!
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Thank you Martina, for all your kind words. I’ll let you finish your contribution there. Now I’ll bring things to a close, in my own words, as Grace.
Grace takes up the story
I can’t tell you how relieved I was when Martina finally got to the end of her long and detailed report to Fiona, on our meetings with Joe and Bob. She was really laying it on with the compliments, and I was finding it all very, very hard to deal with.
As soon as Martina had finished, Fiona turned back to me, as if inviting me to provide yet further elaboration. What could I possibly add? I simply said that I’d followed Martina’s lead, throughout, and that I trusted her to tell me, if, for any reason, I wasn’t getting it right.
Fiona was in any case evidently poised to make her own contribution to the discussion. She’d shown a special interest when Martina had been talking about how she’d pulled my hair, towards the end of the session with Bob. (In fact, as Martina had explained, she hadn’t really pulled it, just grabbed hold of it, and pretended to yank it hard,” to give a convincing show of a bit of rough handling.)
Fiona became animated again. “It’s like this. I’m expecting a visit from Ray this afternoon. He’s always looking for something a bit new”,” a bit different. You two have got me thinking now.
“He’d love a bit of that rough stuff. Nothing horribly nasty or painful”, I don’t mean that. More along the lines of what you were doing,” earlier. If we could convince him … ”
“We?”
“OK”, I’ll start again, at the beginning. Grace, you may or may not want to be involved in any of this. That’s entirely up to you. There’s no pressure,” no pressure at all … unless you’re interested in making money from your afternoon’s work.
“In which case”,” I should tell you that Ray is one of our wealthiest clients. He’s certainly the most generous. He sometimes leaves more in tips than anyone here would earn in a whole shift.
“The only proviso is that”, because he’s so well known in this area, we have to respect his confidentiality 100% at all times. As we do with all our clients, of course. No exceptions. With Ray, though, if anyone slipped up, he could have us closed down. At a moment’s notice,” probably. That’s how influential he is.
“But anyway”, what I’m thinking is that we could run a session like you both just did, and I could offer one of you, or both of you, to him. I’d grab one of you by the hair, and shove you towards him, so that he could make use of you,” as he pleased. I think he might go for that!”
Martina had to interrupt her there.
“Hold on a minute”,” Fiona. Before you get too carried away. Remember that you could be older than Grace’s Mum. She might not … ”
” … want to see me in all my naked glory! Ha ha ha! Just watch it”, Martina! If you look as good as I do, after you’ve had twenty more birthdays,” you’ll be doing very well!
“Don’t worry”, I wasn’t planning to get undressed. I reckon Ray would find it quite a turn-on to have me there, fully clothed, convening the proceedings, and giving orders to my little bitches! Ha ha ha! Sorry, Grace, don’t take me literally, you know what I mean, I’m sure. This is the way I talk. Martina’s used to me. And she’s right,” I’m getting a bit carried away.
“We’re onto something”, though, between us, with this playful rough handling thing. I can’t guarantee it wouldn’t hurt a bit, Grace. As Martina says, I might get carried away. If it did, well,” you’d just have to grit your teeth and think of the money!”
Fiona had got quite excited about the prospect of meeting Ray”, and was clearly thrilled by the idea of offering him a two- or even a three-girl session. She said that she’d go away and think about it some more, as Ray wasn’t due here just yet. She suggested that we should do the same.
I was glad that I was – at last! – going to have some time alone with Martina, as I hadn’t known what to say to Fiona. I could feel myself getting drawn deeper and deeper into a seriously scary situation, much against my better judgement. Then again, things had gone well so far, and now, having heard just a little about Ray,” I was curious to meet him. I was certainly ready for another drink.
“Just one more thing”, ladies. That’s enough wine for this afternoon. I’m going to tell Sadie to put the bottle away. This is my wealthiest and most influential client we’re talking about here! He’s not going to want to slum it with a couple of lewd, unruly,” drunken sluts! Hmm … then again … on second thoughts …
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