Chapter 8

I led him out of the bathroom and down the hall to his bedroom. There he fucked me against the dresser, on the floor, and in his bed in a couple of positions. Finally he came, laying on his back as I rode up and down on his prick.

I'd worked hard for the thousand dollars I got for that, at least compared to what I'd had to do for "Daddy". But I'd still only been there for a couple of hours. Pretty decent money, Two weeks pay for two hours work. After a couple of months of this kind of thing, working usually two or three times a week, I was dead certain I didn't want to get a normal job like my parents.

I went to university in the fall, but only part time, so I could continue my modeling lessons. In the winter, after I'd finished the massage lessons, I took Karate lessons, figuring it could come in handy in my line of work to be able to defend myself.

I only worked for Suzanne maybe one a week during this time. I had George as a regular client still, and Jack about once a month. I hardly needed much more, but took the odd job to keep in contact with her and gain experience.

In the summer of the following year I got a customer who turned out to be a real career maker. Joseph ... never Joe ... Cerelli, was the head of sales at a major corporation. His corporation did a lot of high powered entertaining, and girls like me were often part of the entertainment.

I got dozens of references from him during the summer alone, and since none came through Suzanne, I didn't have to share the money with her. I kept the fifteen hundred myself.

By this time, of course, I had my own apartment. I told my parents I shared it with two other girls, which was why it was a three bedroom apartment, and how I could afford to stay there. It was just far enough from where I lived to make it inconvenient for them to drop by very often, and certainly too far to go without calling first to make sure I was in.

In fact I had purchased the place on a mortgage, so could do what I wanted there. That included breaking through one of the walls of the bathroom and enlarging it into one of the bedrooms. I set up a sauna there, a full sized shower stall, and a huge sunken tub. I also put in my massage table, of course.

I bought a huge, four poster bed for the second bedroom. It took up almost the whole room, but then that was all I needed in there. My own bedroom was for me, and I didn't intend to have any customers in there.

My second year in school I took a couple of art courses in addition to the business and finance ones. I also enrolled in a wine appreciation course at a local college. It was only one night a week anyway.

I also did my first lesbian show for a client. Me and the girl, a blonde with big tits named Sara, put on a real show, slithering together, licking each other's pussies, sucking on each others' nipples, mashing our breasts together as we ground our cunts against one another, then fucking each other with a big double headed dildo.

After about an hour of this we both climbed onto the client and undressed him, then sucked his cock and balls. She mounted him first while I stroked his chest and let him suck my breasts. Then I got on and he sucked her tits and groped her pussy.

It was easy enough, no big deal. Me and Sara kind of hit it off, though, and afterwards we went to her place where she showed me how to really suck a pussy. She was gay, you see. Anyhow, she did things with her tongue that amazed me that night, and I learned a lot from her about how to bring a woman off.

Which was real handy because I got a special request a few months later from a client I'd fucked a couple of times before. This time he wanted me to fuck his wife. It seemed that one of his big fantasies in life was to watch his wife and another woman, then get in bed with the both of them, of us, I mean.

As for her, one of her fantasies was to have sex with another woman. She'd always been curious, but had never gotten the opportunity. He offered three thousand for the deal. I was to fuck his wife first, then, after an hour or two, he would come over and we would put on a show, then he would fuck the two of us.

I agreed, and his wife showed up at my apartment the next afternoon. She was a business woman quite a few years younger than him. Her name was Cathy, and she was about thirty five years old.

She was a pretty woman, though not gorgeous like me. She had shoulder length brown hair and a pretty good figure. She was wearing a blue dress cinched at the waist, and a small gold necklace when she opened the door.

Her face was red and anxious, and she stumbled over her words as she greeted me. I tried to be as disarming as possible, but she was obviously very nervous and embarrassed. She'd had a few, and was intent on getting drunk to shore up her will.

I decided that my client probably didn't want his wife pissed to the gills, and that I should do something to make her more comfortable quickly.

"Cathy," I said. "Try to relax."

"I ... I am," she gulped, "but it ... it's just that ... well, I've never ... you know ... never ... done anything like this before."

"I know, honey, but don't let it worry you. We're just going to have some fun is all."

She nodded shakily, trying to force a smile as her head jerked from side to side, looking around the apartment.

"Tell you what, you need to loosen up. Why don't I give you a massage."

"A ... a massage?" she gulped.

"I'm a licensed massage therapist."

"Really?"

"Really and truly," I smiled.

"Do you, uh, give a lot of massages?"

"Quite a few, actually."

I led her to the bathroom, which was now about fifteen feet by twelve since it took in one of the bedrooms. I patted the massage table and told her to get undressed.

"There's towels here," I said. "I'll go get you a drink."

"Thanks," she said, as I left.

I hadn't told her the drink would be non-alcoholic, of course, but she'd be too nervous to offer much complaint when I brought her a Perrier.

I went to the bedroom and changed from the dress I was wearing to a sleeveless cotton T-shirt. It was a man's T-shirt, so came down to just below my buttocks. It was kind of low cut for a woman, but I was aiming for that.

I was not surprised to find her laying down on her belly on the padded table when I returned, a towel under her chest and another modestly placed over her behind.

"Here's your drink," I said, handing her the Perrier.

I put some oil in the microwave, then rolled over a small table she could use for her drink. I chatted about the weather, and junk, then pulled the warmed oil out of the micro and poured some on her back.

I poured more on my hands and then began to work on her shoulders. I was in no hurry, and knew she'd never enjoy her fantasy if she wasn't relaxed, so intended to lead her in slowly and give her time to get used to me.

I worked my fingers into her shoulders and back, moving slowly down to the small of her back. I slid the towel back a little, just to the crack of her ass, the skipped it and began working on her thighs. Again I rolled the towel back up so it was no just barely covering her behind, and began to dig my fingers into her muscles.

The more we talked the more she seemed to relax and get used to things, When I slid the towel off her ass she stiffened up and went silent for a minute, but she calmed down as my fingers dug into her soft flesh in a professional manner.

I began to move my hands more softly on her body then, stroking the flesh, sliding my oily hands up and down over her rounded buttocks, then up along the sides of her chest to caress the sides of her breasts. I slid my hands down and pulled her thighs a little further apart, sliding my hands up and down them in a soft, caressing manner.

I began to stroke directly up and down the crack of her ass, sliding further down each time until my fingers moved right over her pussy pad. She gasped but said nothing as I continued to run my hand up and down from the small of her back to her pussy mound.

I began concentrating the rubbing action on her pussy then, softly rubbing my hand over it, then letting my middle fingers push deeper against her slit, slowly working them between her cunt lips so they could saw along her slit and caress her clitty directly.

Her breathing grew heavier and faster and she kind of raised her ass a little. I stroked her ass with one hand as I softly caressed her pussy and slit, then angled two fingers in more and slid them slowly down into her cunt tube.

I licked my way up and down her ass crack ... the oil was edible, of course ... as my fingers worked on her cunny. Soon her ass was rising and falling and she was groaning and panting and moaning in a soft, confused, excited voice.

I thrust my fingers in and ground my thumb over her clitty and she came, bucking her ass up and crying out in pleasure as the orgasm washed over her. Her ass humped furiously and she cursed and moaned, then went still, her breath loud in the silent room.

I slowly rolled her over and when she looked up at me smiled and kissed her on the lips, very softly. She kissed back, just as soft. I straightened and reached down, cross-armed, and lifted the shirt up and off, baring myself. Her eyes widened, and when I bent and kissed her again she kissed back passionately, her arms going up around my shoulders to pull me down against her.

Our breasts pressed together and she groaned again, her breathing growing more excited. I pulled back and smiled again, then climbed up atop the bench and sat down on her, straddling her thighs as I reached for the oil. I poured it slowly over her breasts and belly, then began to knead them with my fingers.

I spent long minutes mashing and squeezing and kneading her tit bags, often pausing to lean forward and slide my tongue and lips over her rigid nipples, then exchange hot, moist kisses with her. I oiled up my own breasts and rubbed and rolled them over hers as we kissed for the longest time.

Her hands slid up and down my body, squeezing my oily ass cheeks as our tongues slid together. I rose and began to slide my pussy and ass up and down on her oily flesh. I rubbed myself over her thighs and abdomen and belly, sliding back and forth on the slick, warm oil as she watched with wide eyes, occasionally reaching up to squeeze my breasts.

I slid my way down her body then until I slid right off the table. I gripped her thighs and pulled them wide, then bent over and began to lick along her thighs. I worked my way up to her pussy slit and with practices ease, and the help of her intense arousal, brought her to orgasm in under a minute.

I slid up her body after that until we could kiss again, and ground my pussy against hers. I spread her legs wide open and opened my own to expose my cunny, then rubbed pussies together until she came for a second ... no third time.

I had filled the tub prior to her arrival, and now put in some more hot water and stirred up the suds, then led her down into it. We sat there together for most of an hour, chatting and idly stroking one another. Then, just before we stepped out I jerked her off to another come.

We got out and dried off, then went to the bedroom where I showed her how to lick me to a come, then did a sixty-nine with her. I didn't use any sex toys. She was so excited she didn't need any.

She was incredibly excited the whole time. Orgasms didn't ease her lust, but only seemed to increase it. She came again and again, and licked me to several orgasms, delighting in bringing me off.

When hubby showed up she got hot all over again, wanting to show off all she'd learned and the things we'd done. So the two of us put on a real show for him, starting with me sucking his wife off. After that she licked me, then we did a sixty-nine, and finally ground our pussies together as we squeezed each other's breasts and asses and sucked each other's tongues.

Then I brought out the dildos and vibrators as something new. It worked well with both of them. Cathy just about went crazy when I shoved a dildo up her cunt and then used a vibrator on her clitty. She came again and again and again, until I finally pulled the dildo out of her snatch and mounted her with a strap-on.

Her husband's eyes nearly bugged out of his head when I fucked his wife doggie style, and when I transferred the dildo to her asshole and sodomized her, burying the vibrator up her snatch at the same time, he tore off his clothes and gave up the show, jumping into bed with us.

He turned Cathy onto her back and then he shoved his cock into her snatch as I fucked her pussy. After that me and Cathy took turns sucking his cock erect again, then I mounted his face as she mounted his cock.

Finally, Cathy put on the strap-on and fucked my cunt as hubby rodded his tool up my asshole. Both of them came at the same time, which I thought was a rather nice end to the day.

Almost an end, that is. They wanted souvenir photos, she me and Cathy posed for various lewd, lesbian photos for them to remember their little fling by.

All through college I continued to pick up customers, until I was in far more demand than I had time for. During the summer I tended to work full time, if you could call it work, and generally had at least one "date" a day.

By my second year at school I knew enough about how to act, how to use makeup, and how to do my hair, to pass for any age between fourteen and thirty, and began to pick up clients who wanted to show me off in public, not just fuck me in private.

I went to the finest parties and fund raisers, to the best nightclubs and discos that were frequented by the "in" people. Few people suspected I was a call girl, except for now and then when the client bragged about it to impress them.

I stopped doing work for Suzanne, since I had enough people calling me directly to more than keep me busy. Most, at first, were referrals from other satisfied customers. Men who came to me tended to refer me to any guy who was interested in a little uncomplicated sex.

In my junior year I got my first senator for a client, and he was to become a regular for years. In fact, by the time I left college I had little room for newcomers since I had a steady series of repeat customers who called me again and again, people like George, who wanted me once a week.

There was the bank president who visited me every Friday after work for a little massage, a little sex, and a nice bath. There was the chairman of the board who I visited once a month in his office, for a little across the desk fun. There was the big shot lawyer who wanted me to spank him for being a bad boy, and the gynecologist who gave me an "internal" exam every few months.

I had taken acting in college, as well as psychology, and both came in handy in my rapidly building career. Often my clients, big shots in the business or political worlds, needed someone to talk to and complain to, someone who would understand their problems, offer sympathy, advise, and unquestioning support ... as well as a really good back rub. I got clients who only wanted a back rub, you know. Oh, they were regulars who wanted sex too, but who came over every now and then just for a back rub, even though I charged full price.

I moved into a loft with a half dozen small rooms that I decorated assets, you know, like in the movies. There was the doctor's examining room, the office, the airliner ... complete with airplane seats and mannequins to simulate passengers ... and of course, the school room.

I bought an assortment of outfits, nurses uniforms, schoolgirl outfits, stewardess and police uniforms, etc, as well as slinky lingerie and leather get-ups, and we really got into some kinky fantasies up there.

I also increased my price from fifteen hundred to two thousand. I figured I was worth it. I was right, too. My biggest problem after awhile was finding times to work in all my repeaters. Luckily, I was so popular that many were willing to come at awkward hours, even if they had to take an afternoon or morning off work.

My first full year after college I netted six hundred thousand. The next year I pulled in over a million. I never told my parents what I was doing. In fact, I bought an apartment at the other end of the city and told them I worked at a bank. A client at the bank was happy to back me up when needed.

My job was the best any woman could ever have hoped for. I was paid to have great sex and go to great parties. Often I was flown overseas, to the Riviera, or the south of Greece, or Mexico, or Rio, all at ten thousand a day. Yes, ten thousand a day for laying on a great beach and partying.

I never did anything I didn't want, and never went with a guy I didn't trust. I never felt at any time that I was being exploited. Quite the contrary, in fact.

I never regretted that summer when George introduced me to a new career, and always thanked fortune that I wasn't one of those poor women stuck in a dull, boring job in some box in the sky for her entire life. I live a life other women can only dream about, and all because of the value men place on that tight little place between my legs.