In the days and weeks that followed my initiation into the world of executive prostitution I was fully employed, rarely having a night off, but Kelly, my manager limited all of her girls’ activities so that there was time to rest between customers and room to manoeuvre, should the client decide to extend the period of service. My customers up to this point had been almost exclusively middle-aged businessmen who simply wanted a fresh and uncomplicated Pussy to cum in, safely away from their wives. And while my bank profile grew healthily I continued my studies at university, limiting my working hours to weekends. But on exiting my final lecture one Wednesday afternoon I checked my mobile phone and found a text from Kelly.

“Beth, are you available this evening? Call me either way.”

I had a little homework outstanding, but nothing urgent and so I called my manager as I walked. “Hey Kelly, what’s up.”

“Thanks for getting back to me so quickly Beth, I have a difficult customer. Can you come right over? I’ll send a cab.”

“Sure, I’ve just come out of Uni. I’ll wait outside the library.”

“Perfect. I may not need you, but this client wants to choose a girl from my full portfolio. She wants someone for her husband’s birthday and she loves to micro-manage everything. I’ll fill you in more fully if you’re the one she selects. This woman is a well-known and respected politician and you may recognise her, but it’s important that you don’t let on.”

“Of course.” I replied cheerfully.

20 minutes later I skipped up the steps of the Grand Hotel and said ‘Hi’ to Sam, as I entered the impressive Victorian style lobby. I knocked on the door to Kelly’s office and waited until she invited me in.

My face must have been a picture as I looked upon the scene before me. Kelly stood naked by her desk along with five other similarly attired girls, most of whom I knew, while a clothed woman, perhaps in her mid-sixties sat looking far from impressed. The years had not been kind to her and the woman’s short salt and pepper hair was as dishevelled as the jacket she wore. Her face was full and creased and even without a full picture of her I could see that her figure told of a life of excess and indulgence.

“Ah Beth,” Kelly said casually as the other girls began to dress. “Take off your clothes please.”

Silently I did as I was asked, undressing for the judgemental eyes of our guest.

“Beth is new to our team, but beautiful as you can see and very talented.” Kelly offered the woman in introduction and the finicky client simply grunted in response, though she sat forward in her chair to closely inspect me.

“Tell her to come closer.” The woman, whom I did indeed recognise as a member of the shadow cabinet, said to Kelly rather than me, perhaps believing that discussing company with one of the working girls was improper. Then again, I thought whether she wondered that talking to a simple whore was beneath her.

I stepped forward and without warning the woman reached up and with unnerving accuracy inserted her middle finger into my Vagina. Of course I was unprepared and certainly not aroused and I cried out as she roughly thrust her finger’s full length into me, feeling my muscles twitching at the uninvited intrusion.

“Her tits are a little small, but she has a strong legs and a tight cunt.”

“No tattoo’s or piercings? My husband has a specific type.”

“Can she dance? My husband likes dancing.”

“Of course.” Kelly assured her, though as it transpired, this wasn’t a necessary skill.

I gasped as the woman withdrew her hand as unexpectedly as she had applied it. “Send her to my suite at 8pm this evening. My husband and I shall return shortly afterwards. She is to be naked and waiting in the bedroom, but not on the bed.”

“Certainly,” Kelly said in a business-like manner, completely at ease discussing terms whilst naked. “8pm.”

***

Kelly escorted me to the couple’s suite and waited as I undressed. I suppose I could have simply hidden away my clothing in an unused drawer or cupboard, but Kelly was following our instructions to the letter and more, carefully folding each garment as l removed it and adding them to a neat pile that she carried away with her once I was naked, balancing my shoes atop of it. I’d arrived early and had a good 20 minutes before I was expected. Knowing that my client would not return for some time allowed me time to look around without fear of discovery. Mr and Mrs Franks were staying for a week, but their extensive wardrobe, mostly formal attire, suggested to me that it would be nearer a month.

In a bedside drawer I found some very sexy black lingerie, edged with scarlet lace and for a moment I thought whether they were intended for me, or indeed, whomever Mrs Franks had selected as her husband’s gift. However, closer inspection immediately told me they were manufactured for a much fuller figure than any of the working girls possessed. They were the sort of sexy attire that a man might buy an older woman without considering how uncomfortable such exposure might make her feel; doubtless a gift from her husband for her to wear for him. Beneath the almost invisible bra and panties was a short night gown in the same gossamer fabric and below that on the bare wood of the drawer was a heavy and rather expensive looking vibrator. Without thinking l picked it up and ran my fingertips over the soft latex nobbles and I turned it on. The powerful vibrations were loud and so violent that I almost dropped the device, but instead I quickly switched it off and returned it to its nest, burying it beneath its erotic covers.

By the lamp on the bedside lay an echo device. “Alexa, what time is it?” I knew that it must have been almost 8′ o clock, but when one is waiting without means to occupy one’s mind or body, time loses its meaning. “The time is 7:58pm.” The woman’s chocolate coated voice assured me and I took a moment to check my appearance in the mirrored wardrobe door. At Mrs Franks’ insistence Kelly had applied my make up in the dark shades that our customer had provided, far heavier than the more natural look that I preferred. Glossy rouge had been applied to my lips, areolae and inside my labia and indeed I looked every inch a whore, though a very dated impression of one. Mrs Franks had chosen an untamed hair style for me and had even selected a particularly pungent perfume for me to wear.

My clients arrived some 15 minutes after 8 and as instructed I remained hidden and naked in the adjoining bedroom while the two chatted casually about the relative merits and deficiencies of the meal they had consumed downstairs.

“Thank you my dear, that was delightful.” The man’s voice was rich and deep and carried authority.

“I have one more gift for you my Love.” The woman crooned. “Close your eyes and wait here for me.” A moment later the bedroom door opened and the woman I’d met in Kelly’s office entered and placed a finger over her lips to silence me. She smiled reassuringly, revealing a considerate nature that she had been careful to hide during our earlier meeting. Mrs Frank’s long dress flattered her heavier figure, but although she carried significantly more weight than I, she was considerably taller and carried the extra pounds well. She took a moment to assess her earlier decision and seemed happy that she’d chosen well, smiling and nodding to herself.

“You are me. ” she whispered, careful to keep her voice low so that her husband couldn’t hear. “Listen to me and act upon my words and Gerry’s.”

She took off her shoes and stood still a good four or five inches above me and she took my hand and led me back into the main reception room, placing me directly before her husband so that if he’d reached forward his hands would naturally discover my breasts.

“Keep your eyes closed.” she instructed him and I watched as she raised her dress to remove her stockings, twisting them loosely together into a soft silken rope. She stood behind her husband to bind her stockings about his eyes, securing them firmly at the back of his head. It was only now that l realised that the rather overpowering fragrance she had me wear was a match for her own and the heavy make up that Kelly had applied to my eyes and lips might be of a style that women would wear 30 years ago. Once the blindfold had been secured to her satisfaction Mrs Franks stepped away and stood behind me watching her husband over my shoulder. “Come to me.” She said and her husband responded at once, raising his hands as expected to feel his way as he advanced. His palms rested upon my firm upstanding breasts and he massaged them gently, perhaps imagining his Wife‘s now ageing tits as they had once been. Surely he must have known that I was not Mrs Franks, but he played her game without question or complaint, as did I. His hands moved over my ribs and slender waist and hips and he knew that I was naked, and undoubtedly not his Wife.

Gerry began massaging my buttocks, pulling me against him so that I could feel his partial erection through his cotton pants and he kissed my forehead, which I determined was probably aligned with his Wife‘s mouth. I raised myself onto my toes to assist him and our lips met. He kissed beautifully, with passion and yet consideration, moving slowly and tenderly and when we parted for breath my lips tingled gently from the brandy he’d enjoyed over dinner.

“Let me help you out of your things.” Mrs Franks purred, still standing behind me and when she made no move to act upon her words I reached up to start unbuttoning his shirt as we kissed. With his shirt open I eased it from Gerry’s shoulders and threw it over the back of the sofa, letting my hands stray over his chest.

I could feel Mrs Franks Hot breath on the back of my neck. ” I want you in my mouth.” she whispered and I slid to my knees so that my face was an inch from his crotch. I unbuckled Gerry’s belt and eased his pants and shorts down a fraction, reaching inside to pull out his engorged, penis. Gerry entangled his fingers in my hair without forcing and I opened my mouth and laid his cock upon my tongue, closing my lips around it. He required little persuasion to come to full arousal and his hands cradled my head, guiding it gently back and forth.

I saw movement from the corner of my eye, Mrs Franks as she came close and knelt at my side, caressing my back and buttocks encouragingly. For a moment I released her husband and in that moment she spoke. At first I wondered that it was an invitation to me-but of course, it was part of the scene she was directing. “Come to bed with me.” she said, slowly moving away and I too stood, taking Gerry’s hand and leading him to the bed. “Fuck me.” my client begged and as she stepped away, l lay on the soft mattress and drew her husband onto me, pushing away his trousers and underwear using my hands and legs and feet.

Gerry fucked as he kissed, taking his time and savouring every heartbeat. I moaned and sobbed beneath him, reacting to his masterful touch with his Wife standing over us. Mrs Franks took my hand and I squeezed firmly, letting her distribute my enjoyment of her lover. Gerry fucked me for perhaps 15 minutes, though I certainly wasn’t timing him. But when he sensed his time approaching, he slowed rather than excellarating, prolonging the moment. At last he came and I held him to me, trembling gently and although I’d not climaxed I didn’t feel cheated or disappointed at all.

I opened my eyes and watched Mrs Franks approaching naked, having silently undressed as her husband took his pleasure of me. Of course I knew my work was done, having provided Gerry a firm body and tight Pussy and I slipped silently from the bed, taking care not to disturb him.

“Thank you.” Mrs Franks mouthed taking my warm place on the bed and drawing the covers over both of them. I carefully closed the door behind me, standing for a moment in the adjoining living room to compose myself. I assumed that, as I’d been made up, Mrs Franks had intended to reveal her deception at some point, but had changed her mind, instead letting her husband believe that his experience was real. I smiled and stepped naked into the corridor, ready for my second assignment of the night, at once assuming an entirely different character.

***

I was flattered and indeed, proud that over my short time at the hotel the initiative I’d shown in trying to deliver more than Sex had stuck with my manager, and now Kelly was offering customers a fantasy rather than a straight fuck, though l must confess, many of the girls were poor actors, who knew only how to fake an Orgasm. As a result Kelly relied on a core of 3, including me, for ‘special’ assignments such as this.

“You probably won’t need to fuck him.” Kelly had told me. “But I’ll leave that up to you.”

This sort of job was both scary and exhilarating, as I really had no idea how it would develop. Kelly had blocked in the full night, just in case, but we both suspected the task would require no more than an hour.

I tiptoed naked to the service elevator and rode it to the fifth floor, checking for guests before creeping out and there was a terrifying swish as the door slid closed behind me leaving me exposed and vulnerable. The walk was no more than 20 paces, but I was shaking uncontrollably on reaching my destination. I knocked nervously on the door of room 517 and covered my breasts and genitals with hands and arms as best I could, being careful to leave a nipple and good handful of surrounding flesh on show. It was only a few minutes after 10pm and it was conceivable that my client was still in the restaurant or the bar, but after a moment I heard movement from within and the door opened a fraction. “Yes?” A man asked, his voice filled with lethargy as though he’d been awakened from a deep sleep.

I guess when a man is confronted by a naked stranger the outcome is very much dependent on the nature of the man and of course, the circumstances. It was all the time hard to initially determine who had arranged this sort of encounter; sometimes it would be a friend or sibling, sometimes a partner, and often the client themselves, but as the scene evolved, it usually became clearer. Of course Kelly could have told me up front, but she had confided that this way provided an authenticity that may otherwise be lost. Besides, what would be the fun in that?

“Oh thank god!” I exclaimed, looking around nervously. “Can I come in?” the single visible eye looked me up and down and the door opened wide enough for me to squeeze through sideways, rubing against my client as I entered his room. The man wore a shirt and tie, as though having just arrived at his room after a long day at his office, though a tomato stain on his chest betrayed a stop at a restaurant or café on the way.

The man was slow to offer me a covering, perhaps unable to believe his luck and I didn’t ask for one right away, instead I offered him a weak excuse as to why a naked woman had knocked upon his door. “I’ve locked myself out of my room.” I felt myself blushing at my invented stupidity. But his look was one of hunger and eagerness and at once I knew that he’d arranged this adventure for himself. I adapted my story to suit and let my arms slip a fraction, though still giving the pretence of modesty, offering the young man the view he’d longed to see from the moment he had opened his door to me. “Its kind of true.” I added, expanding on my story. “Actually, my boyfriend kicked me out of our room.

Slowly the man reached down and picked up his carelessly discarded grey single breasted suit jacket from the foot of his bed, perhaps seeing this as a reward for my honesty. I smiled weakly in thanks and pulled it over my shoulders. Although relatively young and only a couple of inches taller than me, my client was massively overweight and his jacket hung on me like a crumpled sack and even with the two buttons fastened, the coat conspired to expose me no matter how l adjusted it.

“Drink?’ he asked and he poured out two whiskeys from the minibar without waiting for my reply. My clients white shirt was stained beneath the arms with dried sweat and he carried with him an accompanying pungent odour. He turned around the chair at the desk by the window and sat, leaving only the foot of the bed for me. I folded one leg beneath me and lowered myself onto the mattress and he waited for me to continue my story.

The lapels of my covering fell open indecently as I sipped from my glass and the position of my legs presented deep shadows beneath the coat and a suggestion of far greater delights within them. I glanced up defiantly and slowly let my resolve slip, like a schoolgirl summoned to the head teacher‘s office.

“we had a fight. it was kind of stupid and about nothing really but, he lost his temper and threw me into the corridor.”

“He stripped you first?” The man asked, prompting me to elucidate.

“We were having Sex.” l said, turning coyly away. And when he failed to respond l seemed to have no choice but to continue. “When he came he called me Karen.” I said hoping that he’d find out and save further blushes. “That’s the name of his ex.”

“And he threw you out?”

I shook my head. “I kind of lost it.” I confessed. The coat barely covered my hips and his eyes were drawn to my thighs and the deep shadows. I casually shifted my position, seemingly unaware that in doing so the jacket slipped away to fully expose me and his gaze fixed upon my ripe and recently used genitals. I pretended not to notice, but felt a tingling of excitement deep inside. I could feel the juices of my earlier encounter oozing from me and I gave my client every opportunity to watch it stain his sheets. “Can I borrow your phone?’ I asked. “My Sister lives close by; she’ll come and pick me up.”

“Of course.” he said, motioning with his head to the bedside table where his phone lay charging. “It’ll cost you a dollar.”

“Does it look like I’m carrying a purse?” I asked angrily.

He smiled, as though he’d already won. “Then give back my jacket in payment.”

For a moment I stood staring in disbelief and at last unfastened the buttons over my stomach and removed the coat to stand naked before him.

He gave no indication that he either approved or disapproved of my figure, but instead he gestured to the table, inviting me to use the phone.

I typed in Kelly’s number and waited for her to answer. Of course, I could have pushed him, I could have offered more or have appeared keener, but this was his fantasy. The irony was that all he had to do to fuck me was to want to fuck me and by now he knew it.

“Hey sis!” I said cheerfully when Kelly answered.

“Are you okay Beth?”

“Sure all’s good.” I replied. ” I’m really Sorry to bother you, but John and I had a major fight… Yeah could you?” Kelly remained silent for the most part, while I invented our conversation for my client’s benefit. “I’m at The Grand… About an hour? Fantastic. Oh and sis, would you bring me something to wear?… Reception? Er No, could you come to room…” I looked questioningly over to my client, suggesting that I’d not noticed his room number and he obligingly helped.

“517.” he mouthed.

“517,” I repeated into the phone for Kelly’s benefit. “Sure, I owe you big-time. See you in an hour.” I hung up. “About an hour.” I said, reassuring him that he still had time to act on any impulses he might have.

“An hour?’ he replied sipping his whiskey. “It’ll cost you a dollar in rent.”

I understood, of course and nodded dejectedly. “My name’s Beth.” I said.

“Steve.” he replied, standing and unbuckling his belt.

I watched him undress, revealing the sweating hulk within. I perched once again on the edge of the bed and once naked he came to me and eased me onto my back and l slithered backwards until my head rested on the pillow. “

Steve crawled over my body and when he lowered himself onto me, his flab enveloped me entirely. I could feel no hard bone, no ribcage or pelvis; instead soft fatty undulating flesh moulded itself to my tight curves and the weight of the shapeless mass upon me made breathing difficult. I felt a hand upon my stomach as Steve searched for and found his semi-erect worm of a cock, wriggling it until its head rested between my outer lips. His diminutive member and the lubrication from my earlier encounter enabled him to enter me with minimum effort and Steve fucked me as I imagined a walrus might fuck his cow.