6 comments/ 163057 views/ 22 favorites Room Girls Ch. 01 By: cheeryorchid She could hear his heavy breathing from the other side of the room. It was a hissing noise backdropped by the sound of his belt being removed. She could feel his eyes on her. He was staring at her upturned ass as she knelt on all fours her face and arms pressed lower onto the bed in a submissive pose as he had requested. Her legs were spread open, she was wearing the highest flimsiest pair of heels she had ever seen, the short silk robe she had been given was barely hanging to her rounded ass, the rest pushing up around her head. Her red thong shining against her milky skin. For the millionth time she asked herself what she was doing there. She had lost her job a month ago. Hadn’t been able to find work anywhere. Her rent was due, the phone had been cut off, and the lights would go next week if she couldn’t pay. A friend of a friend had a quick solution to her problem. She was desperate enough to listen. The quick fix of a deal sounded too good to pass down. Besides at this point she had not much of an alternative if she wanted to keep her home. There was this hotel, this acquaintance had explained to her one night at a local club, very elite hotel that had a very secretive business. Persons checking in to a certain floor of rooms or suites had a special amenity in their room. A personal assistant, a room servant that stayed in the room with the guest to serve the guest in any way that was requested. On paper it sounded like temporary secretaries for the person on the go. In the reality that was looking at Alice from across the small bar table wearing a designer dress and a large diamond stud in her nose it wasn’t typing that was getting the extra room fees. They were called room girls. They lived there from what Alice understood. Guests to the hotel checked into these rooms to have the pleasure of their company. Noel, this acquaintance, was one of these girls. She offered to introduce Alice to the owner and let her take her place that night in her room. Alice enjoyed sex, but had never dreamed of sex for money. The closest she had ever gotten was when she had had too many martinis at a bachelorette party and ended up topless table dancing at the bachelor party in the other party room on a dare. She didn’t remember too much of it, and what she did she blushed to think about. Just one time, she’d use protection, he would have protection it was hotel policy. So when the lights were cut off that morning, she had called Noel and feebly agreed. She was given an advance on her salary to secure her apartment and utilities which made her more obligated, and more scared. This hotel guest was new to the floor. He was an older gentleman, looked to be in his late fifties. He was overweight, his belly bulged at the bottom buttons of his shirt, but he wasn’t rounded around as she had seen other men his age. His hair was graying and sparse on the top. Noel had told her about him from his registration. Told her he would be a good choice for her because he’d most likely fall asleep after he got off and she could be left in relative peace. Thinking on what she had said as she waited to feel his weight on the bed, he did seem too excited to last very long. She hadn’t known what to expect, but he seemed odd. As soon as he had entered the room he had made her stand in the middle of the room. When he had finished putting away his things, he told her to get on all fours on the bed with her face pressed into the bed. He hadn’t wanted her to look at him. The zipper and then a swish as his pants, change in pocket hit the floor. Alice swallowed hard. She was scared but excited at the same time. Not seeing him, knowing he was in control and a stranger was making her very sensitive….damn if she couldn’t feel herself a little excited. She felt him moving towards the bed. His hands grabbed her thighs and opened them wider making her open more, almost lying on the bed. His breathing heavy when his hands moved to cup her round ass, fingers kneading the skin spreading her cheeks apart then pressing them together again. His thumb rubbing under her thong, sliding up the crack of her ass then moving none gently to her sex. She felt his short fat finger push into her. She was not wet and his calloused finger felt rough and was not placed inside of her gently. The gentleman grunted then thrust two meaty fingers inside of her. Jamming them in rough and fast. It hurt but she didn’t dare cry out. He held them inside her moving like he was making a V. To her surprise, she felt her body adjust to the invasion and wetness ran down to his finger. The breathing became an excited wheeze. The bed dipped with his added weight’s first joining. He deftly threw her robe up over her head revealing the catch on her red lace bra. He reached down and pulled her panties to one side, holding her pussy lips open to one side. With a hand pressing her face into the bedspread, he pushed inside. He was large. Larger than she was used to having. It wasn’t length but the width of his penis that took her by surprise. He pushed himself inside her with no kind words or touches. He hadn’t spoken a word to her accept to give direct commands. Alice felt like a piece of furniture or an animal the way he was using her. His dick was halfway in her, it’s width was splitting her and she was not wet enough for a smooth slide. He pulled on her bra straps, drawing her shoulders up from the bed. In a quick moment, he gripped her breasts in firm hard grips and grunted loudly when he drove in her all the way. Alice let out a sharp “Ooh,” as he used her large breasts as handles to ram her body back onto his own. His thrusts were angry thrusts, ramming and calculated to be hard. His fingers pulled her breasts out of her bra and began squeezing her nipples in tight pinches. Alice locked her feet onto the edge of the bed to keep from sliding as he forced himself harder into her. The robe over her head making her face hot and blocking any chance of viewing their encounter. The jarring her body was taking from his rough strokes was making her body become aroused. Alice had always had fantasies of rough sex. Something about being taken so uncaringly made her aroused even more. She buried her face into the bed to cover up the noises she wanted to make and her embarassment at the same time. She felt him pulling back and pulling at the robe on her head. “Get up,” he ordered her as he pulled back from the bed “Take it off, all of it.” He sat down in one of the leather chairs in the room beside a small table. He still had on his white undershirt. He was naked from the waist down, sitting spread open in the chair watching her. “Bend over, touch the bed,” he told her as her foot touched the ground from the last shoe being removed. Immediately he was back against her backside his cock in hand the other hand forcing her to bend face into the bed. Inside he thrust again, standing behind her fucking her hard. Every thrust she could feel pushing against everything inside. He had her bent to were her ass was raised high, thrusting so hard and fast she had to stand on tiptoe to hold the pose. He began working into a fast steady rhythm. His hand moving to slap her firm ass as he thrust. He grunted approval as the flesh bounced against his hand and hit her again. Spanking her rear as he fucked her from behind. Alice heard him begin to moan, his spanking her and the possession he was bending her in seemed to be driving him over the edge. She was focusing so hard on keeping standing and the new sensation from being spanked that the sounds of his coming release were almost unnoticed. Suddenly she felt the bulk of him bent over her own body. He pulled her hair back harshly in his fist and bit her neck as he started his last hard slow thrust. “You’re a good fuck, bitch” he hissed as he moved his hips in circles bouncing her ass against the bed, her elbows burning from the friction and weight placed on them. “A good little fuck, yes…” he began chanting this, his teeth clenched as he began to build up. Two long grunts and a thrust hard enough that it sent Alice off the floor onto the bed, her gentleman collapsing ontop of her and still thrusting as he came spasming over and over. He rolled off of her and removed the used condom, tossing it to the floor. He was sweating and panting heavily. Alice looked over at him from the bed. Her legs and arms shaking from hold up under the hard fuck. Her body tingling with nerves from being aroused and left unsatisfied. The man looked over at her, and grabbed a fist full of hair pulling her up to his stomach. “Lick it off,” he thrust her head towards his penis. Alice opened her mouth to say no and found her throat trying to adjust to him. He pushed her head onto him and held it there with him at her throat. “I said lick.” Alice tongued him clean of his juices. His fists in her hair holding her there until he was satisfied with her job. She felt him growing hard again. She silently cursed Noel for her idea that his man would be asleep quickly. “Turn around and sit on my face,” he let go of her hair and moved down on the bed. Alice did as she was told. Turning her back to him again and moving to straddle his face. He grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled her down to his mouth. “Now suck me,” he dove fast into her throbbing pussy. His nose splitting her lips, his tongue finding her clit and licking it until exposed to his lips. He began to suck on it like a bottle. The feeling was intense and raw. Alice felt herself giving in and plunging him into the back of her throat in retaliation. The feelings he was giving her with his mouth were harsh and erotic at the same time. She began sucking him in the same way earning her more sucking of her own clit and fingers probing at her ass. On and on they went, giving each other as much as they got, he holding a tight suction onto her clit while she licked and sucked his large cock. His hips pushing into her face, and his arms holding her wet pussy to his own as they developed a rhythm. All too soon, Alice felt a sharp intense heat uncoil in her belly. The firm insistant sucking her clit was getting was too much. She began working her hips onto his face, her own head bobbing up and down more as she released. She moaned on his cock, taking it in deeper as her own pleasure took control. In response, his cock began twitching and swelling in her throat. Her legs shook around his head as he continued the hard sucking while she was climaxed. The sensation becoming almost painful as she came down from the intense release. Suddenly he flipped her onto her back, freeing them of each other. He pulled her hair until she was lying at his side turned the same way. Then he finished off by straddling her face and fucking her full lips as hard as he had her pussy earlier. Gripping the headboard and pounding into her face the last final strokes until he came. Alice swallowed him automatically, the scent in her nose and her recent release making her lusty and out of control. After slapping his slack penis against her cheek he rolled over and as Noel promised, went to sleep. Alice lay beside him, recovering from the experience. It had been degrading. She had let an unknown man use her body for money. Wetness trickling against her thigh reminding her that she had even liked something about it. Her body ached and felt raw in her sensitive places. A bath would be good. She moved to get off the bed, when the man rolled over and grabbed her wrist. An arm went around her waist pulling her up to him. He took his hand and slid a finger inside her aching pussy. Two fingers went inside, flexed and held her in place. His face rested against hers and he began to snore. His penis pressed against her ass, slack but stirring. Alice blinked in disbelief. It was going to be a long night. Room Girls Ch. 02 "My husband won this trip playing high stakes poker in Vegas," Julia said. She was trying to make idle chit chat to take her mind off of what she was about to do. Her conversation buddy, the tall red head in the wrap around skirt never looked at her. She was shifting hangers in the closet of Julia's hotel suite looking for something appropriate for Julia to wear for her evening. The hangers made a screeching clash as they slammed against each other. For a long moment it was the only sound in the room. "He's usually very lucky at cards," Julie chimed in again, tilting her head up the way she did in her Women's Society meeting's or at the Country Club luncheons for Women. It was the calculated face she used to hide her emotions. Add a designer dress and a string of pearls and you had the perfect wife to match the perfect professional husband. Inside, she was scared as hell. How could he have lost everything in a card game! She was raging inside, her temples pounded with the effort to remain composed in front of this woman. Tabby, she thought that was her name, was throwing her clothes to the floor, and she could have swore just tucked one of her linen skirts into her bra. Phenton was a very wealthy man. Came from a wealthy man, more like it, and had provided Julia with a very comfortable life. He always got what he wanted at no expense to himself. They had a lavish home, a lavish life style, and took lavish vacations where he always left her to her self and he went off to gamble. Two nights ago, he had presented her with the two passes he had won off a man playing poker to this remote resort. It was a 6 star resort in a 5 star world. You had to be extended an invitation to reserve a stay. Very expensive, very elite, and very discreet it was located on its own remote island in the Pacific. Every luxury was indulged down to each suite having its own personal servant. They had arrived last night, and barely opened their suitcases when Phenton was lured downstairs to the bar for a poker game with some of the other guests. Their personal assistant had gone with him to serve drinks at the party. Julia was somewhat relieved to see her go, even if it did leave her with unpacking their things. The woman was dressed in a very seductive French maid costume and had looked at Phenton in a way she did not like. More importantly, he had looked at the maid in a way Julie had liked even less. Julia had once been runner up for Miss Massachusetts, a fact she still was proud to express. Even if it had been 8 years ago, she still could fit into that swimsuit, and was still a sleek blonde bombshell. They had not been here yet a full 24 hours, and now Julia sat at the end of her bed, in this elegant suite watching Madame Lou's assistant go through her clothes for appropriate attire. The screeching of the hangers stopped. Julia looked up to see Tabby smiling at her and holding up a pair of black stiletto heals. She dropped them in Julia's lap then went for the chest holding her undergarments. "Put these on," she barked at her then threw her the red evening dress she had brought for a special occasion. Tabby looked at her frightened face and smiled, "no panties." Tabby then turned and left the room. Julia began to dress. She would be playing hostess at tonight's poker game. The same games that her husband had lost everything at the night before. Tonight was the only chance to win it all back. As Madame Lou had calmly put it to her over a ledger book in a delicate tea room while her large male associates took turns hitting her husband; the hotel could do the couple a favor and forgive all debts, return all losses, for the return of a few favors by Julia to the hotel as requested by Madame. While Mr. A and Mr. B took turns bouncing her husband across the room, Julia shakily signed a contract agreeing to one night of service in the poker parlor for the return of Phenton's transgressions. Now Julia was standing in front of the large mirror in her room calming her nerves. Her heels were laced up her ankles with their slinky strings, ridiculously high spikes for heals, and her long red dress, backless, with a halter style neck and a slit up the long skirt to her thigh on one leg. She smoothed the skirt, then touched her hair that she had pulled up with pins on top of her head. Tabby came back in, carrying a pair of scissors and a pair of long white gloves. She handed the gloves to Julia telling her to put them on then rounded her to admire the dress. When Julia was pulling up the first glove, Tabby leaned down and cut a slit up the other side of the dress. This one high enough to expose her hip. Julia gasped while Tabby made the other slit match on the other side. Without another word, she grabber her wrist and drug her from the room. There were four men playing poker and one dealer in the room downstairs. One of the men Julia even recognized from Phenton's dinner parties, from the way he was looking at her, she knew he recognized her too. Phenton was not there. He was in the room next door with A and B, watching to ensure that Julia upheld her bargain. If she didn't they would lose everything and the two gentlemen would finish what they started with her husband. Madame Lou came in behind Julia and Tabby. She nodded at the gentlemen and sat down in the only empty chair. "Gentlemen it has been agreed. As requested for forgiveness for Mr. Crealey's debts to the four of you, his wife as consented to take responsibility for these debts. Madame Lou pulled out a tiny silver leash and attached it to the ring that circled under the table. She then placed a collar onto Julia's ankle, fastening her to the table with only enough chain to move around to the gentlemen at the table. "For the evening, gentlemen," Madame walked out the door without looking back. "I trust you to follow discretion as is the policy of this hotel, Tabby will assist you with any further needs." The door was shut, bolted from the outside then Julia breathed. The men were looking at her. They eyed her up and down. The dealer cleared his throat and began to shuffle the cards. "Gentleman the winner of each hand gets the favor of our entertainment, we'll start to see who goes first." Cards were dealt and Julia studied the men carefully. There was the man from the dinner parties a tall tanned, man, very athletic and a known playboy. He was easy on the eyes, and wouldn't be such a hardship to serve him. The next was an older gentleman wearing a cowboy hat. He had graying hair; lots of rings on his fingers and the small rounding of a middle aged indulged man's belly. The third was a dark man. He looked latin, and sat with a cigar in one hand, counting his cards carefully. He eyes Julia curiously. Lastly, was a loud laughing, man wearing an expensive suit and gold chain pouring himself a drink. He spoke with a Brooklyn accent, and had very large fists. His nose had been broken, and he leered when he smiled. He watched her as he picked up his cards. He was dangerous, she decided. He smiled at her as if he had heard her thoughts. "Tabby," he barked out, "that look won't do" Tabby smiled at the man, the pulled the scissors from her pocket. She reached up and cut the skirt off of the dress to high up Julia's thighs. The dress looked more like a tunic now with the slits up to the hips and the skirt barely covering her bare ass. The skirt hit the floor, and then the chain on her ankle was being pulled. The loud man had won the first hand. The other gentlemen watched as he pulled her over to him while the dealer picked up the cards. He forced her to sit on the table, her bare ass cold against the wooden rail of the poker table. He looked up at her and reached for her breasts. They were large and strained at the halter-top that was holding them. His hands found her nipples and pulled at them through the material roughly. Julia pulled back, then caught Mr. A. watching her from the door. She had to do anything these men asked or she would lose her husband and all of their belongings. She closed her eyes and let the man pull on her nipples some more. He smiled at her acceptance of her fate. Cards were being dealt again. He reached for her neck and pulled her down to him. "On your knees," he told her as he pushed her down between his legs. He held her neck in a large grip around the throat. Then he stuck his thumb into her mouth, testing the softness of her lips. "Let's see how good you are at head," he said outloud as he leaned back and thrust his crotch at her face. The other gentleman laughed as they watched Julia open the man's pants and remove his dick. She wrapped her hand around the thick shaft, watching it swell and harden in her hand. She started stroking him with her hand guessing him to be around 7 inches. His friends laughed and tried to see what was going on under the table. Suddenly the big hands were on her head, pushing it towards his cock. "Hell, not like that, like this you stupid bitch," he pushed her face down to his dick, making her take him in his mouth. He held her head to him, as she gagged around his dick, when she relaxed he began moving her head with his hands. He scooted his chair up to the table, locking her in place with only her neck and head able to move up and down on his dick. He picked up his cards and began to play again. Julia adjusted to his size and began sucking him in and out of her mouth. She had not had much experience with oral sex, and did not know what to expect. Given her squished place under the table she had no choice but to do what he had just forced her head to do, the movement of her head up and down, while sucking. As she sucked him, she felt a foot against her ass cheek. Someone at the table was rubbing her ass with his foot. She stiffened, but could not get away from the invader. The loud man she was sucking began to move his hips with her head. She heard him lay his cards down, "I think I need to fold on this one gentlemen." His cards hit the table, then he leaned back in his chair, pumping his hips against her face in earnest. His hands pulled down her hair, gripping the blonde waves and holding her until he was ready to cum. Julia fighting for air and being face fucked, was suddenly held hard against the strangers crotch as he exploded into the back of her throat. Before she could catch a long breath, she felt the chain being pulled again. This time the older gentleman had won the hand. He pulled Julia to her feet and planted her on his lap for the next hand. There his hand stroked her thigh while the other moved inside her halter-top for her breasts. One squeezed her nipple while the other slid between her legs to gage her wetness. His hands were very knowing, and before Julia knew it, she was starting to get turned on. He held his cards in one hand, and used the other to finger her, two fingers moving in and out of her wet hole. Julia found herself lying back against the man's chest, opening her legs for him to have better access. Her knees were on his knees, and when he spread his legs open, it opened hers as well. He continued to finger her, and shake his legs, making her bounce up and down on his lap, her ass rubbing his hardness as it shifted each time. His hand moved to her clit, rubbing it fast and very hard as he bounced her on his knees like a game of rocking horse. She found herself grinding against his hand; her head arched back almost knocking off the man's hat. To her surprise she found herself getting close to her own edge, with the friction being sent to her bottom by his shaking legs and fingers roughly rubbing her clit. One cry left her lips then she found herself pressed into the felt table, bent over with her ass in the air. Not far behind, she felt a thick cock being fed into her wet pussy. The cowboy had pressed her into the table and was taking her from behind. Her ass bounced at each stroke he made. The dress she had been wearing was being cut off of her by the very happy Tabby as she was taking a pounding from the older gentleman. The pressure being put on her clit rubbing against the wooden rail was beginning to finish off the job the man had started, and she found herself ready to cum as he finished his last strokes from behind. The man sensing this pulled out of her and spun her around to sit on the table once again. Her dress fell off, leaving them to stare at her naked form. She was now only wearing the gloves and her heals. "Get down," he said as he stroked himself the last few times. Just as she got to her knees, he began to cum. Smearing himself all over her chest. At the sight of this, the other two gentlemen became too interested in her to finish playing their game. Cards left the table and she was being pulled up to the felt once again. The tanned playboy removed his pants and sat down beside her. He pulled her astride him, making her ride him with her ass high in the air. Being so close to cumming and then not being allowed had made her crazy. She rode this new man with a need to let go. He held her down at the waist, making her ass stick out high and her breasts bounce in his face. He began biting her nipples as she ground her hips in the air. It felt so good, this handsome man biting at her fucking her that she didn't notice the Latin man behind her until she felt his lubricated cock sliding in against her ass cheeks. Before she knew it, he had forced himself into her ass, holding inside of her until he felt her give in the fucking her fast as she rode the man on the table. Both holes were being fucked at one time and she loved the feeling. It was an overdrive to sexual sensation. The first gentleman came back around the table and pulled up her face again. Again she was forced onto his cock, sucking it as she two other men fucked her at the same time. She moaned against his cock, ramming into her mouth, and held onto his hips for support. She was close to cumming and was so horny; she was hungry for anything. The man under her began bucking his hips hard, he was building up. The man pounding her ass sensed this and sped up his rhythm as well. She moaned, her body preparing to climax, and the man in her mouth drove in deeper. The sensations were too much and she began to cry out over and over as she came. The excited gentleman soon followed suit, cumming one after another on her body. The one below on her stomach, the one from behind on her ass and the one in her mouth on her face. They discarded her on the table when they were finished, leaving the dealer to help her clean up. The gentleman made jokes to each other, congratulating each on his conquest and making bets on who could do each thing the best. Cards were being passed out again. Julia was sent under the table to suck off each gentleman as they played. All night it went on. Cards would be played with Julia being passed around to the winner. One would come up with a clever idea, and then all would join in. After the third time that Julia was gang banged by the players trying new positions, she stopped counting. They left her before dawn chained to the table, naked and aching from her night of being servant at the poker game. She had cum more than once, and had been forced into some act of lewdness that embarrassed her many times, including once with the only other female in the room. Even that had somehow turned her own. She came the hardest when Tabby had pulled her up onto her face. Mr. A and B came out of the room with her husband. He looked happy, with his black eye. He knew his debts were repaid through his wife giving her body to his poker-playing friends. He hadn't cared, he had enjoyed watching them fuck his wife and cum all over her pretty face. Mr. A helped her up to her feet and put a robe around her body. He undid the chain and helped her stand. Phenton leered at her, dirtier than any of the men who had just enjoyed her. "Better than a credit card, boys, that's my own personal bitch." Julia's eyes welled up with tears. It was the most hurtful thing. She walked over and slapped him, knowing that to him it was all a game that he didn't have to pay to play. He laughed at her. "Let's go fellas, I'm starved." Suddenly there was a loud thud. She looked up and saw Phenton face down on the poker felt. Mr. B was pinning his hands behind his back and holding him bent over the table. "We're not through sir, there was one more part requested by the gentleman that needs to be arranged." Phenton glared at the large man. "They didn't think it was fair for your wife to pay all your debts for you. They wanted you to share in the same." "What the fuck do you mean share the same?" Phenton shouted. His pants were being pulled down. Julia was being picked up by Mr. A and taken out of the room. She watched over his shoulder as Phenton's pants were being pulled down to his ankles. The door shut, and she heard him scream and the table being shook in a steady hard rhythm. She found herself smiling and actually curling into the arms of the large gentleman holding her. "Do you feel all right, miss?" the man asked her in a deep voice. Julia thought a moment. She could still hear Phenton if she listened hard enough. She thought about the question, "You know something B, I think I feel just fine." He hugged her body in his arms. He was carrying her like a baby in his arms, he was so large, she felt like one. "Madame would like to speak to you, Ms. Julia. She has a business proposition she thought you might like after this evening's performance." Julia let the rocking motion of being carried lull her. She smiled to herself, "You know, I think that I just might." Room Girls Ch. 03 What the hell is he doing with that thing? Veevie propped herself up on the footboard of the ornate bed, her breasts bouncing in one perfect spring as she adjusted her stance again. She was sitting naked at the end of the bed, her legs wide open, and her pink tipped toes sticking out on either side of the odd man resting himself against the headboard. He was in her room for the evening. He had checked in an hour ago, walking in with a laptop under his arm. He was wearing a nice cut suit; a camel color that complemented his caramel colored skin. His black hair was neatly trimmed, and his nails were trimmed and clean. Veevie always noticed nails. She could tell what kind of lover was sharing her room by the look of his nails. This one had his done by a professional. She had smiled to herself when she had noticed them. Sitting on the sling backed settee that had inspired many an erotic moment wearing her silk robe and white stockings, she couldn’t help but thinking about how he had two things taken care of professionally at the resort. He had a day’s growth of beard, his only flaw to his good looks, and somehow that seemed to add to him as well. Sometimes, Veevie, thought to herself, sometimes she got to entertain a smooth looker. He had paid her no attention. Seemed to be occupied with something, as the large boulder of men Mr. A and Mr. B brought in his luggage. She had straddled the settee, the silk tie of the robe tangling between her legs while the rest of it slipped behind her tanned thighs to cover her ass. That silk tie was the only cover maintained over her shaved petals. She leaned down, her breasts peeping out of the large opening of the robe. Wetting her red full lips, she had twirled a loose lock of blonde hair around her finger giving him a coy smile. That look had gotten her extra tips under the pillow, and quiet a reputation, but this gentleman didn’t seem to notice. Maybe he was a stockbroker, some salesman, a banker from his clothes he could be one of those. She changed positions, lying on the settee, rubbing it like a cat rubs your leg, her ass curved in the air, showing her lace stockings. Money pose number two, and still no response. She frowned, maybe he was gay. He had taken off his jacket, rolled up his sleeves and loosened his tie. While taking off his shoes he turned and looked at her. Dark eyes that took her all in like she was part of the window treatment then back to his tie. “Get undressed, come to me on the bed,” his accent was English, crisp, clear and informative. Veevie stood up and undressed herself slowly, walking in her most saucy stride towards her guest. She reached out to unbutton his shirt but his hand stopped her. “That won’t be necessary.” An hour later, Veevie was sitting at the foot of the bed watching the odd man. He was sitting with his back to the headboard, feet stretched out in front of him on either side of her hips. As instructed, she sat between his feet at the foot of the bed, naked with her legs open, her toes on either side of his thighs. On his lap was the laptop computer. He hadn’t stopped typing since they had sat down. Once she had tried to run her foot up his thigh. The hand again stopped her and she was told, “that won’t be necessary.” Arching her back, her long blonde hair falling over the headboard, she stretched herself like a feline and let out a pert exhale of breath, a squeak of a sex kitten. He studied the screen some more. Veevie had seen many things in her last 6 months as a Room Girl. She had had many requests, fulfilled many fantasies, faked a few ecstasies for the satisfaction of her guests, and made quiet a reputation of her suite in her new life. She had been tied up, held up, felt up, mounted, stuffed, and doubled many times. One time she even let a man’s mother watch her and give him advice while fucking her doggie style in a nurse’s uniform. She’d done a little of it all, but she had never been ignored. She liked attention, and he just was not helping her in that department. Why did he pay for her suite for the evening if he wasn’t even going to look at her? A fucking poodle could sit at the foot of the bed. “My name is Eugene Levy,” the man said, breaking Veevie’s tirade in her mind. He hit the keys on the computer with two crisp strokes and studied her over the top of the laptop. “I am a writer, have you heard of me?” Veevie rolled her head to one side, stretching out a cramp and watching his eyes. His tone was crisp, professional, like he was giving a lecture at a college, not talking to a Room Girl naked and sitting wide open at the end of a bed. Eugene Levy…that name did sound familiar. “Ah, yes, perhaps not,” he made a smirk of a smile then addressed himself back to his computer. “I am finishing some pieces for my next collection. I am on a tight schedule you see, and need to make sure that these are good works.” He looked over the computer to the blonde vixen at the foot of the bed. He had worn her down to caustic boredom. She looked wearily at him, her pouty lips and sparkling come-hither eyes growing dull from the lack of attention he was giving her. He tried not to smile. Spoiled little harlot was not used to being ignored. “I’m going to read to it to you, a rare treat. I am very private about my work. It is important that you do not interrupt me, nor ah charm me until I finish.” Veevie sat up and looked him in the eyes, over the top of the computer. She blinked her large eyes twice and made an innocent face, “no touchie?” She pouted and reached for his groin under the warm computer base. The hand came down to remove hers, “that won’t be necessary.” She very ungracefully plopped back onto the edge of the bed. “In pose please,” he reminded. Veevie opened her legs, bucking her hips up to adjust her back against the footboard then set down again. Eugene Levy began to read, “Morgan had watched her for about two weeks. Her bedroom window was across the alley of his small flat. He had watching her undressing, her naked body gauzed by the thin curtain every night. Some evenings he enjoyed her touching herself as she sat on the stool of her vanity. Some evenings he watched this reoccurring male touching her on the stool of her vanity, touching her across the end of the bed, and once in the window her bare ass pressed onto the open portal. All the while he had touched himself, and fantasized of the time when he would taste her.” Veevie’s attention became peeked. She felt a stir in her body thinking about the peeping tom. Eugene’s voice was low and seductive too, adding to the sensation making her breast feel tingly. She had the urge to touch it. “He studied her routine, learned her goings and comings, even began nodding to her on the street. All the while he watched and waited, for his opening. “It came in the form of her missing cat in the alley. He heard her calling for the yellow animal while he lifted weights on the balcony. Wiping the sweat from his back with the shirt around his neck, he slipped down the fire escape to offer his assistance. He found the cat in no time. Sitting under the box he had put it in earlier behind the dumpster. She was so grateful she invited him in. “When they entered the apartment she offered her gratitude for his help. He accepted it by pressing her against the wall in the foyer, he hand going into her shirt to squeeze her right breast, as he pressed her into a hard open kiss. “She pushed at him, trying to get away, but he held firm and continued his caress of her breasts, pulling the bud between two fingers until it betrayed her protest and became erect in his hand.” Veevie listened with silent intent, before she realized it, her hand had gone to her right breast and was pulling the nipple into firm attention. Her hands were making her restless on the bed. It felt so good; she used both hands one on each breast, shifting her rear as she became aroused. Eugene felt her move and hid his smile, he could see her playing with her breasts, and it wouldn’t be long before she reached for those thighs. He read on, “He slid a thigh between her legs, moving up to take her off balance. She rode his thigh, her toes barely touching the floor. She balled her hands in fists to hit at him, then quickly clung to him before she fell to the floor. It was what he had planned. He moved his mouth down to kiss her ear. His hands ripped her shirt from her, the buttons flying across the room. She wasn’t wearing a bra, he knew she wasn’t, he had watched her dress to go downstairs. She wasn’t wearing panties either. Under those trousers was a smooth bare pussy that he planned to possess in due time. “He bit her ear, his hands rough pulling at her nipples and told her he had been watching her all this time. He replayed for her all the dirty details he had seen and what he wanted to do to her for teasing him all this time. His hand pulled open her trousers during this discussion and he thrust two fingers inside her shaved lips. She was wet for him, and he knew that she had known he was watching all this time.” Veevie was becoming involved in the story. She closed her eyes and pictured herself as the girl in the flat being pinned to the wall. Without realizing it her left hand began to stroke up and down her own thigh. Her thumb reaching to pull at the petals of her own pussy, a slick wetness seeped out inviting her fingers to come inside. “Morgan led her to the sofa where he sat down pulling her between his legs onto her knees. She was instructed to undress herself and him, then her face was pulled down to suck him for a time. He fucked her face like a pussy. Holding her head to his groin and making her stroke herself all the while. She was on all fours, a hand fucking her own pussy, the other holding her up while he used her hot little mouth to cool his desire. He wanted her this way, pleasuring him while doing what she thought no one saw her doing in her private time.” Veevie’s fingers had found her clit. They were moving back and forth in a slow insistent motion, making her squirm even more. She was picturing her own mouth lapping at the hard cock, feeling her own hand touching herself, not noticing that her own hand really was pressing her into passion. “He rose suddenly, falling onto her and bending her to take her from behind. Pressed between the sofa and the coffee table, he fucked her doggie style, using her breast as love handles. She moaned when he worked a finger into her ass and told her to keep touching herself while he took her from behind.” Veevie’s pussy was becoming more needy. She slipped two fingers inside her wet hole, and worked them in and out as her thumb stroked the hard nub left behind. She was hot, and aroused to aching. This professional straight talking Englishman was driving her out of her mind with his unexpected perverted tale. She listened to the story, the woman was stroking herself into climax and Veevie felt that she wouldn’t be so far behind. She didn’t know if this would be something her guest wanted, and tried to restrain her urges for awhile. The story went on. Veevie slowed her hand in her pussy but with great restraint. Eugene Levy described the woman’s release as she was taken from behind, her spanking punishment from cumming without Morgan’s permission, and her new position facing the bedroom window naked as she was taken again from behind. Veevie sucked on her bottom lip, squirmed mercilessly at the end of the bed, and fought against her own hand that was taking on a mind of its own. She managed to remove her hand when the couple in the story rested on the windowsill for a time. However on the next paragraph, the girl was being eaten properly by Morgan as she sat at her vanity as he had seen her so many times. Listening to the details of his sucking lips on her clit drove Veevie wild. She plunged her fingers against her swollen clit hard this time. Rubbing fast and forcefully. She rocked her hips up off the bed and cried out loudly when the spiral burst inside. She shook the bed with her rocking, her screams of self-pleasure drowning out the story that was still being read at the time. When he finished reading his works, she was a crumpled mess with her own wetness seeping onto the blankets running down her thighs. She looked at him with a wanton madness. A tigress waiting to pounce at any time. Eugene Levy closed the lid to the laptop. He folded his small glasses and put them back into his pocket with a smile. “Well, that was a good ending. A good read I thought this time.” Veevie was breathing heavily. She wanted him to fuck her. She needed him to fuck her or she was going to go out of her mind. Her body racked from her own touch, her own orgasms making her crave the feeling of a firm hard penis ramming deeply inside. He got off the bed; she stood on her knees in its center, watching him as he packed his laptop back into its case. She reached for his pants as he put on his coat and straightened his tie. She gripped his belt, trying to loosen it and get to what was inside. The hand reached down and pulled her away. He took a small book from his coat and sat it on the table. With a pen he signed the inside. Veevie watched him, and made a move to touch him again. This time she felt the long outline of him down his thigh. Semi hard and inviting to her passion filled mind. He pushed her away and placed the book by her side, “that won’t be necessary.” He left the room, whistling, his computer at his side. Veevie watched him leave, then down at his picture on the back of the book. She turned over the volume in her hand; “The Perversions of the Perverted by Eugene Levy” scrolled the jacket across a picture of an open folding rose. On the inside he had written. “To Veevie in room 213, thanks for the professional feedback---Gene.” Room Girls Ch. 04 “Not right now,” Allison threw her keys across the room to the small table nearest the window. The metal pieces clanked twice, and skidded to the floor below one of the two small chairs. She dropped her briefcase in the middle of the suite never missing stride towards the small kitchen. Pellie watched her from her perch on the window seat. She had been watching the lean brunette sunning herself under the window by the pool when her guest for the week had walked in. She had been here for 2 days and had not wanted Pellie’s attention other than to fetch her items for work. Pellie had been skeptical when the tall woman with the long auburn hair had announced her stay at the resort as a business trip. Who came to this island for business? This was a resort that catered to pleasure, not executive power sessions. However, after two nights of no requests for contact, she was beginning to believe the woman had told the truth. A shame really, she thought to herself as she watched her pour herself straight vodka in a tumbler and gulp it down. The woman had a mystical beauty to her. Long legs, firm pert breasts pushing out of her trimmed suits and a full upper lip that Pellie wouldn’t mind sliding her tongue across. Allison headed into the bathroom. Her heels flew across the room, her jacket shortly after it onto the floor. Pellie walked across the room and picked the things up to put into place. She watched Allison sitting in her bra and short linen skirt on the edge of the large Jacuzzi tub. Her jaw was clenched tight, and she was lost to some thought. “Bad day?” Pellie ventured into the room, and turned the water on to the tub. Allison looked at her for a long moment. Pellie was shorter than her coming up to her shoulders when standing side by side. She had large searching brown eyes, and short cropped brown hair. She almost looked like a young boy, accept for those curves that were definitely feminine. Allison had been attracted to her from the moment she met her. However, she was not fully honest with herself about her newly found sexuality. Even though Pellie was her room servant for the week, and Allison understood well what that meant, she had not been able to take advantage of this odd service that the resort offered. She had been too consumed with working on her proposal for the Stevenson case, and even more consumed with tentative fear of letting this person share intimate details about her body. She was kind though. Allison watched her running the bath for her, and pouring scented oils into the water. Her mind was taken back by the flashback of her meeting with Mr. Stevenson she had just had over his case. It had not gone away as she had wanted. God she was tense. Water touched her foot. She had been so much in though, she had not realized that Pellie was removing her clothes to help her in the tub. She was down to her bra only. Pellie met her eyes and smiled her soft kind smile. This woman seemed too gentle for her business. Perhaps, Allison mused that was what made her special. Pellie reached up to undo her bra. Allison stopped her hands. Pellie only smiled. “Let me help you unwind.” Allison found herself letting Pellie help her into the tub. She watched her with large trusting eyes as she helped her sink into the warm water of the tub. She left Allison to soak in its warm embrace. Allison closed her eyes and rested her head against the back of the tub. The warm water helping to ease her mind. She could hear Pellie in the next room moving things in a drawer. She did not hear her come back in until she was by the tub again. Pellie slipped in the tub behind Allison. Allison leaned up and away at the touch of the woman’s breasts against her back. Pellie put her hands on her shoulders and made soothing sounds to her. “It’s okay,” she told her gently. "Let me help you relax." Allison let herself be guided back to lie on Pellie's chest, her legs stretched around her own. Pellie picked up a sponge and began sponging Allison’s long arms and neck. The water felt good, the movements comforting, and she began to relax against her companion. Pellie began lightly kissing her neck. Small light feather kisses along the neckline up to the ear. Her tongue darting into Allison’s ear and swirling around in a slow sensual gesture. Allison leaned back on her shoulder and held Pellie’s head to her ear for the briefest of moments. This was the only encouragement Pellie needed. Her hands soaped the sponge again and began working around Allison’s breasts. Fingers replacing the sponge as she bit on her ear lobe. She let her fingers glide over her lover’s nipples lightly, then come back with a firm caress. The tiny buds grew hard between her pinching fingers. Allison let out a light moan as Pellie pulled her back farther against her in the water; her hands on her breasts making sensations run through her body. One hand began to move lower, stoking her belly, a finger around the small navel then lower. Allison’s eyes opened wide, when she felt the fingers opening her under the water and sliding against her intimate area. The gentle hand began stroking her clit, slowly and methodically, until Allison relaxed and opened her legs for her. “That’s it,” Pellie whispered into her ear, “trust me.” She kissed at the notch of her shoulder, one hand squeezing her nipple of her right breasts; the other causing tingles as it stroked her clit. Allison opened for her, and rested her head on her shoulder. She made little sounds in her throat as Pellie stroked her in the same measured lengths of fingers. Her other hand slid to the water below. Retrieving an object from the tub on its way, Allison felt a slight push at her opening. She arched against Pellie as she inserted a long vibrator into her pussy. She began moving the vibrator in and out as her other hand continued massaging Allison’s clit. Allison reached back, to touch Pellie’s face, her shoulders, any part she could reach behind her. Pellie leaned in and kissed her as she continued her ministrations under the water. The kiss was a warm wonderful mixture of tongues lapping at each other in slow aching need. Allison rocked her body against Pellie’s, feeling her breasts slide against her back, the feel of her shaved womanhood against her own ass. Caught up in the passion, she found herself sitting on Pellie’s lap in the water, arching out of the water as Pellie’s hands never stopped with their motions. Soon she was gripping the edge of the tub for support. The vibrator moving in and out and the fingers on her clit were moving like one. Allison’s body was tensing tighter and tighter. When release came, it was so intense that her breath caught in her throat. She felt like she was hovering in trapped time for the longest minute. When her breath came out, it was in a sharp gasping cry that happened over and over. She came hard three times before Pellie released her from the spell of her hands, and just held her spent body to her own chest. Allison turned in her lover’s arms and held to her neck like a child. She looked up at Pellie in wonder. Her tension from the meeting gone. Pellie smiled down at her, that same kind smile and stroked her cheek. “Feel better?” she asked. Allison smiled.