Deviant Desires (Closed)

[TirithIre]

Deviant Desires had been in business for a good thirty years. It was well known as the 'up and comer' of high end brothels... for that was basically what it did. It's gimmick though was much more imaginative then most. It didn't simply sell out whores for a night of fucking... they did just as their name implied... for the right price, they created a masquerade of a fantasy room. The client could choose which girl he wanted, but none of them were seen by face, each wore a mask that covered their features, much as the elder Roman nobles did in ages past.

They created a room of a specific theme... some wished but to be served upon like a king of pharaoh... while others demanded more. Deviant Desires provided it all. Their 'girls' were all under contract... they made a hell of a lot of money, but most was deducted from their sums for the desires creation process. Still, a woman working there could make four to six hundred dollars a night.

They worked only three days a week, but their contracts were for a specific amount... from fifty thousand to a hundred thousand... they were 'forced' to work until they bought out their own contract through their whoring ways. Yet they also were the most available means of cash. Any woman, if they looked beautiful enough, and had a body for fucking could make money through Deviant Desires... because Deviant desires also made a fortune off of them.

They were always open, always welcoming new 'potentials'... some signed before realizing the contractual obligations... and for those it was more 'forced' then actually willing... but in the end, if they made money as well, legally there was no helping them. This was a world where desires took precedent... a realm of few, of the rich, where one could even 'dissapear' if the client wished it... though it wasn't a death sport by any means.

Wystler had heard of the place... he had been born into 'old money'... a stash of money that 'made him' a million dollars a year.. he never had to work... yet he kept a very level head... and in the end, he found himself at Deviant Desires, looking through the profiles of the women there. One made a choice, a theme, and a week later, their desires and fantasy were brought to life. Each client could choose what they wanted... vaginal, anal, oral, or everything... as well as a time... from an hour to a night... there was a wide range of choices... which was why they were so popular... Deviant Desires could 'accomplish anything' for their clients!

 

[Cerediwen]

Alyssa sighed and rubbed her eyes as she rolled out of her bed and headed to the shower to get ready for work. As the water warmed she leaned her head against the cool, tiled wall of the cubicle, wondering why she did this to herself 3 days every week. She shaved and exfoliated her flawless skin, exactly as work demanded of her. Every inch of her body had to be perfectly groomed before she got into her ‘uniform’.

Alyssa, or Aly to her friends, worked at Deviant Desires as well as in a minimum wage supermarket job another 20 hours a week. On top of that Aly was in her second year of college. She had been struggling to pay her tutoring fees and rent and had gotten herself into a rather big pile of trouble. An ex-partner had run up several extreme credit card bills in her name that she would never be able to repay and the debt collectors were starting to hassle her. One of her class mates had handed her a card with the details of one J. D Morgan, assuring her that J D would be able to help her make some serious money. Alyssa had visited Jennifer “JD” Morgan about a month ago and the offer had been too good to be true. She had agreed to pay off Aly’s immediate debts, like rent and utilities so she wouldn’t be evicted, in return for her working 3 days a week at the Deviant Desires club. JD didn’t actually run Deviant Desires but worked as a head hunter, ‘conning’ those in trouble into a contract they would never be able to escape from.

Alyssa agreed to, and signed the contract before she fully understood how tied in to the club she would be. It wasn’t until she had been working in the club for about a week and talked to the other men and women who worked there, that she realized what she had gotten herself into. Sure she would earn a lot of money, enough to start paying off her debts and keep the collectors off her back, but she wouldn’t be able to leave for a good few years.

Aly shook off her mood and continued to get ready, moisturising her sun kissed skin, straightening her hair, applying minimal make up and making sure her nails were perfect. More elaborate make up, and possibly a wig would be donned when she got to work and discovered what room, or rooms she would be working tonight. Slipping into some skin tight black jeans, coral pink top and matching high heeled boots she grabbed her bag and headed out of the door.
On arrival at the club she said her hello’s and headed straight for the managers room to find where she would be placed for the night. Being new to the ‘staff’ Alyssa was most often placed in the bar, serving food or drinks and giving the occasional blow job, or preparing a client for a session, unless she was specifically asked for. As expected she would be placed in the bar again tonight. Aly was making a good impression though, and if she continued working hard, then soon she might be moved up to a basic room, simple sucking and fucking, nothing too extreme while they tested her limits and capabilities.

She quickly changed into the servers ‘uniform’ a very short frilled skirt, with a thong, knee high white socks, black high heeled shoes, and an apron that barely covered her perky boobs with a pocket in front for orders or coins. She applied her makeup just as quickly and expertly, heavy and dark on the eyes, deep red on the lips, purposely making herself slutty. A sneer of distaste in the mirror was the last symbol of her wish to be elsewhere, as Aly fixed a smile on her face and hurried to the line up to be ‘inspected’ before going ‘on duty’ in the club

 

[TirithIre]

Wystler hadn't actually been to Deviant Desires before... the truth was that he hadn't actually heard about it... and for a good three years he had had a beautiful girfriend. That of course had ended when he had found her in the arms of the pool man... her tight ass being skewered by the man's cock. There had ensued some fighting, arguing, pleading, and eventually a rather rough removal of the woman from his home. He had delivered her things... all of them, to her home the next day via courier.

Over the next few weeks though he had gone through a period of depression, where he didn't want to even get up, much less go out. His buddies, un-used to seeing their friend this way all collectively came together and coaxed him out, his birthday was coming up after all... which was what had brought him to Deviant Desires that night. He was with four other guys... and for once in a good long time, he was enjoying himself.

The gorgeous women all serving them certainly didn't hurt at all. He had already looked at the profiles of the women available... but they hadn't jumped right out at him... so he had left the decision in the air, deciding to have a drink in the bar with his friends. She would be inspected, a bit of her slutty make up removed by the clean up manager, before she was shoved out onto the main club. She had twelve tables that she was 'in charge of', and it was early relatively, so there weren't that many out there.

Wystler looked around as he waited on his waitress... his drink was empty, and though he didn't spy the woman, he figured one or another would be able to get him his rum on ice. He was a tall gentleman when he was standing, but sitting his 'shaggy' spiked blonde hair was 'in style', his crisp blue eyes looking around. His table was one of hers... the girl whom she 'alieviated' she could see was taking a customer into the back... where it was clear the woman was either going to be giving him a blow job... or more considering blow jobs were paid and 'given' in the main club room as well.

She was 'lucky', her contract was only for seventy thousand... once she got into the actual 'fucking rooms' she would be able to start actually paying off her contract. There was no time limit... one worked for Deviant Desires until they paid it off... that was it. However long and however willing with their bodies the woman was made things either go 'faster' or slower!

 

[Cerediwen]

Aly stood in the inspection line her mind wandering as the duty manager walked down the line, adjusting clothing here, sending a girl back to redo her hair or cleaning up some makeup there. It might be just about time to ‘clock on’ but part of the clubs reputation was for perfection, and that was more important. The girls wages would be docked for any time spent off the floor in redressing, which encouraged them all to be perfect, and to become perfect quickly.

Each girl was handed her swipe card, which was used to keep a tally of their customers and what drinks had been served. Aly attached hers to a tab on her skirt and stumbled out into the club. She headed to the bar, swiped herself ‘on duty’ and checked which area she was serving for the night. Looking over she saw a group of four guys sitting at one of her tables. She sighed, fixed a smile on her face and shook her hair back as she tottered over.

“Hi I’m Aly, your server for the rest of the evening. I hope you haven’t been waiting long? What can I get you fine gentlemen tonight hmmm?” As she spoke she made her voice a little lower, making her sound more seductive and bent herself forward very slightly at the waist, giving them an eyeful of her cleavage, just the way her bosses liked it. The girls were instructed to play up the sexual angle, after all, that was what they were being paid for. She pulled a pad and pen from the pocket of her apron, in case they had a large order and waited, looking each of them over.

“Not a bad group” she thought to herself as she looked each of them covertly up and down ”although he” she mentally pointed to the guy with the shaggy blonde hair “looks a bit......lost. Wonder what they will turn out to be like when plied with some drink” she mused.

Sure her ‘contract wasn’t THAT large, compared to some of the other girls, but she was pretty much the bottom of the pile and didn’t earn so much yet. There was a lot of debt to pay off on the credit cards and she would still be here a while. Then she might as well stay a little longer, buy a nicer place maybe some designer clothes……her train of thought tailed off and she shook her head slightly, shifting her attention back to the group of men before her. They had begun to speak, giving her their order.

 

[TirithIre]

Wystler looked up as a new girl approached... he not knowing that they would swap through the service, but he mentally shrugged... it didn't really matter did it. He smirked ever so slightly as the woman bent forwards, clearly showing off the tops of her breasts, and even as she did she received some whistles of appreciation... While Wystler hadn't been here before here, his buddies had.

He looked to her and let the others go first, they ordering some wings and a veggie platter, the one closest to her boldly moved a hand and slid it over the backs of her thighs, and even as Wystler finally spoke up about a rum on Ice he also ordered a cheese dip special that he had read about before the first waitress had dissapeared.

" I don't recall seeing you in the profiles of service girls." He mused... though that was true it was because Aly hadn't 'made it' into the sucking and fantasy rooms... she was 'still working her way up' after all. He smiled though, he only having looking lost because this place was new to him... that, and he had been distracted by the fact that two tables over one of the waitresses was clearly giving one of the clients a blow job.

Wystler liked 'being in charge', but this amount of freedom in doing so was new to him, so he was like a child in a candy store... he wasn't quite sure just yet what was 'appropriate', and what wasn't. He wasn't one whom routinely took advantage of women... though from Deviant Desire's brochure he had figured out that every woman here was paid and 'clean', it was a part of the regulations of the high class 'club'.

 

[Cerediwen]

Normally the servers didn’t swap during the night, but the girl who had been serving them previously had been paid to stay free for the whole night, and so Aly had been moved in to cover. Generally people didn’t mind a change as long as they got fed and watered, and it always helped when the server was attractive. Aly grinned as she heard the wolfwhistles “like what you see boys?” she asked mischievously and bent forward a little more.

She noted down their order and had to make an effort not to slap the man’s hand away from her leg. She knew she would get touched during the evening but that normally didn’t happen till a couple of hours in. She just hoped that they would tip well for the trouble.

She turned her body to the man who had addressed her and gave him a winning smile “No I’m not in the brochure profiles yet. I only started working here a few weeks ago and the bosses wanted to see how I went” she twirled a strand of hair around one finger as she spoke

She cleared her throat and turned back to the table as a whole “I’ll bring your drinks right away, but the food will be a little longer. Just give me a shout if you need anything guys” and she bustled off to get their drinks, returning carrying a tray with her left hand at about shoulder height. She handed each man his respective drink, confirming them as she did, then spinning, shaking her ass at the table and hurried off to the kitchen behind the bar where she busied herself preparing their food orders. A couple of the girls sought her out and asked her a load of questions about the men, moaning about how lucky she was to have a whole table of such good looking guys. Alyssa just smiled and concentrated on her task

 

[TirithIre]

The men whom looked to her were clearly a bunch whom had been here before, and were 'drunk', but not off of beer or alcohol, but of power. They knew that here they could touch all they liked, so they were perfectly 'free' about doing so! Even as she said that though Wystler nodded, though he smirked as she had asked that about liking what they saw, Wystler eyed her as she bent a bit further forwards.

" Oh yes, I like what I see." He murmured, though even as she twirled the hair, he nodded to her as she mentioned about the food, he spoke up easily. " A bit of bread then to get started." His buddies gave him a curious look, but he shrugged... he wasn't going to drink without something to eat, it didn't seem 'right'. Even as she flaunted her way back over to them he smirked to himself as he watched her.

He had chatted with a couple of the guys though, asking about her, they all mentioned that they hadn't seen her before... which made her all the more alluring to them. Even as she returned with the drinks though she could see he had called over the floor manager, the one 'in charge' of the more... private rooms of the club.

" How much to have her for a night a week from now?" He had asked, he interested in Alyssa, she was fresh, 'new', and though the manager mentioned this it seemed that Wystler had made up his mind. Even the other guys were a tad surprised by the fact he had picked her... but well, that was Wystler. They hadn't figured he'd want a whole night... but that was what he wanted!

She would get very well tipped tonight, and it seemed she had made a good impression on the young visitor indeed, she would be 'upgraded' to the fantasy rooms sooner then even she had thought!

 

[Cerediwen]

Alyssa froze a little as she headed back with their drinks, seeing the one guy deep in conversation with the floor manager, her immediate supervisor. “Oh God what have I done wrong?” she thought, noticing how serious their expressions were. Grabbing a basket of freshly baked bread and a small plate of butter as she passed the kitchen, she moved quickly back to the table and served their drinks with a wide smile, speaking quietly so as not to interrupt the conversation, casting a sidelong glance at her manager as she went, noticing a slight frown on his face.

She had to stop worrying as the bar was beginning to fill, people arriving at the club for the night’s entertainment and Aly picked up her pace. She finished preparing the food that her first table had asked for and put the relevant elements into the oven to cook while she served some drinks to her other tables. More girls arrived on the floor, it was obvious that they were going to be busy tonight. Aly overheard one of the others telling her friends that the ‘boss’ had, at the last minute, booked in a large stag party that would be arriving in about half an hour and she grimaced. That meant they would be getting in the DJ for the special occasion and already Aly could see that the construction staff were setting up some podiums and thick steel poles for dancers later in the evening.

The bell in the kitchen dinged, alerting her to the fact that her food order was up. She hurried in and artistically arranged the food on plates as she had been taught, loading the crockery onto a large tray and weaving her way through the growing crowd to the table booth where the men were sat, other guests slapping her behind and running a hand over her curves as she moved past them.

“Here you go boys, your order” Aly passed the food over and placed it on the table carefully “Now, can I get you anything else, sauce, a refill or anything?” She looked around the group. “Oh and just to let you know, we have a DJ in tonight who will be taking requests and as you can see” she gestured around the room “ We will be having some special dancers. So sit back, enjoy the show, and let me know if you need anything” She placed a buzzer on the table that rang out in the kitchen “If you can’t spot me and need me for anything, just push this and I’ll come running alright?” She grinned and span off to continue serving, working her way around the room and picking up where needed. She made sure all the glasses were ready and spirits and ales lined up to pour. The smooth running of the club, especially on a busy night all stemmed from the preparation, and Aly wanted to make her job as easy as possible tonight.

 

[TirithIre]

There was nothing really wrong, and Alyssa hadn't actually done anything 'bad' to warrant Wystler's speaking with the manager. In fact, it was actually the opposite. Even as he spoke with the man though the manager informed him that Alyssa wasn't actually trained for the rooms, to which Wystler had laughed aloud. " How much training is involved with such affairs?"

He could see the club was livening up, and even as he looked up, he had seen the look she had given towards the DJ podium, though he didn't really know why she was worried... after all the club was busy, people would tip well, and she would make a good chunk of money from tonight, beyond that percentage that the club kept to finance her contract.

Even as he looked around though he nodded, though smiled slightly, and even as she explained about the buzzer, he watched her go off, leaving the guys to chat away. The manager's frown had been over Wystler's UN-compromising dictate. He would have Alyssa in a week, the next Friday, for double the normal rate for the 'rush order', but there was no abating him. He didn't want one of the more experienced girls... something about Alyssa 'called' to him in a primal way.

He made it clear that he would have her, or Deviant Desires would find a lot of bad press courtesy of him. He sat back and relaxed though for now... the manager 'dismissed'. Wystler could hardly wait for next week, but for tonight, he would enjoy the time at the club and the dancers would be an added bonus so to speak.

 

[Cerediwen]

Aly actually preferred to be busy. Sure it meant she went home with sore feet but it paid well, and she didn’t have to stop and think about what she was doing. She was certainly kept on her toes. As a newer member of staff it was her responsibility, on top of serving, to make sure that the glasses were stacked in the dishwasher and with so many people in tonight, there was a high demand for drinks.

It was while she was in the kitchen, stacking the dishwasher that the DJ, John, searched her out. She had only met him once or twice before and since she was ‘new blood’ he decided he wanted her to be his next ‘conquest’. She had been warned by the other girls about John’s ‘amorous’ nature but hadn’t believed them until he had cornered her in the store room one night. On that occasion he had tried to kiss her and touch her but she bit his lip and kneed him hard between the legs. She thought that encounter might have discouraged him, but he had, if anything, become more determined to bed her.
John slid up behind her in the kitchen and ran his hands over her hair “Well hello there little lady” he said in his slimy voice. Aly tried to ignore him at first but he made a point of getting in her way. “Look John. I am not interested, and if you keep bothering me I am going to have to go Kevin.”she spoke harshly to him, her temper only barely held in check

John sneered “and who do you think Kev is gonna believe huh? Some prissy little girl just out to make a quick buck? Or his friend, good and reliable, always there when he needs a favour?” Aly went cold and shivered as he spoke. He smirked at her and leered towards her, one sweaty hand landing on her exposed cleavage with a resounding smack. Aly slapped his hand away and pushed past him back into the main bar, her eyes filling slightly with tears. She did NOT need that kind of treatment. Jenny, Aly’s best friend at the club noticed her emerge from the kitchen with John close behind and slipped herself between the two, pushing a double shot of vodka towards her friend.

Aly knocked it back and dabbed at her eyes “Thanks Jen” she said gratefully and hurried to the opposite side of the room to the DJ booth and made a round of her tables, making sure everyone’s drink was topped up and her clients were all happy. She could feel her manager’s eyes on her and plastered a smile on her face.

At that moment the stag party descended on the club amidst catcalls and raucous laughter. All the floor girls looked at each other and grinned. Tonight was going to be fun! Privately Aly hoped that the group would keep John busy and away from her.

The girls rushed from table to table all night. Drinks flowed freely and many of the clients enjoyed the girls without bothering to rent a room. Tips were abundant and Aly found herself laughing and smiling through her whole shift. If every night could be like this, then she wouldn’t mind working here!

 

[TirithIre]

Wystler watched her as she came out of the kitchen and frowned slightly. She looked upset, though why he did not know. Romantic would have been one word to describe him... chivalrous would have been another. Something about the guy whom had been following her though struck Wystler strange... the guy had sleeze ball written all over him.

He shook it off though and smiled, he hitting the buzzer when the drinks were empty, and even as she came around, he beckoned her over. " Who's the ass?" He asked as he looked to her, he moving a hand though and smoothed it over her thigh, he looking to her curiously. He had a 'clean' look to him, and she had no idea that Wystler would be fucking her next week... he seemed more concerned about the asshole whom had bothered her.

The other guys were laughing and watching the dancers... it was a great night indeed, one of the busiest indeed, but that also meant the tips flowed freely... so she had 'nothing' to worry about. Besides, Wystler was sure she'd be getting 'prepped' for her first fantasy room during the next week. With the amount he payed for her... the manager couldn't very well deny the man what he wanted... that WAS why Deviant Desires was there for anyway!

It was a wild night indeed, but eventually Wystler's buddies left, they having things to do in the morning, but the tall handsome 'lost one' decided to stick around... he moved to sit at the bar and watch the happenings though... He found he liked it here... it had a good vibe, not a sleazy run down brothel, but a respectable club.

 

[Cerediwen]

Aly got paged that one of her table buzzers had been pressed and she hurried to attend, smiling at the group of men as she approached “A straight refill gentlemen? Or can I get you something different?” She shivered as the one man stroked her thigh and enquired about the DJ “hmmmmm? Oh that’s the DJ, John” She couldn’t hide her distaste of him and a sneer curled her lip slightly.

Aly dropped to a crouch beside the table while she waited for their drinks order, so the others, whose attention was riveted on the dancers shimmying on the podiums, could watch without craning around her. “Can I get you guys anything else to eat?”

Her eyes were continuously roving around the room and she could see John staring at her from across the room so shuffled a little closer to the table and gave a little giggle, leaning in to the guys and looking like she was having a whale of a time.

One of the dancers came up behind Aly and started gyrating, tugging Aly up to a stand and the two girls danced together to a flurry of cat calls and whistled from the crowd. The dancer, Melissa, whispered in Aly’s ear “Go with it ok hon?” and grabbed Aly’s cheeks, kissing her firmly. Aly was a bit taken aback but continued to move her hips and let Melissa kiss. When the kiss broke Mel gave her a big grin and whispered “Thanks doll” and tucked a small wad of 20’s into Aly’s bra with a wink.

Aly laughed, a soft lilting sound that carried despite the hullaballoo in the room. She turned back to her table, noticing the sour expression on John’s face as she did and gave her clients a big grin “Sorry Boys, where were we?”

 

[TirithIre]

Wystler smiled as she came right over, her firm full perky breasts bouncing with her steps, and even as he looked to her he grinned even as he felt the smooth flesh of her thigh. " I see your not a fan of the clearly sleazy asshole?" He asked with a grin, and even as he looked to the DJ, he could see that the man was staring at Aly.

He had to gasp to himself when the dancer came up, he 'letting her go' to watch the goings on, and even as they danced, unlike those further away he could see the dancers lips parting. Long ago Wystler had learned how to lip read, and even as he watched, he had to smile at the words. So, she's not used to this place... He filed that information away for himself, and even as Aly laughed, Wystler had to smile.

" Hmm, straight refill it looks like... though these guys are checking out. I'll be moving to the bar." He remarked easily, he watching her as she could feel his hand return to her thigh, he moving it up under the skirt before he gave her ass a squeeze and 'let her go'. The guys left her a hundred dollars in tips, twenty from each guy, and Wystler wasn't leaving... so he didn't seek her out for her tip just yet.

Soon enough though the others left and Wystler moved to the bar, though he made it clear any food he wanted would come from her. For the most part he spent the evening watching her though... after all he had a 'date' with her next week, unlike the sleazy asshole whom seemed to be eye raping her.

 

[Cerediwen]

Aly replied to Wystler’s question as diplomatically as she could, knowing she should never speak ill of her colleagues, especially not of those close to the boss. She did wonder exactly how close John was to the upper echelons of management though. “I don’t know him very well yet but we uh……don’t see eye to eye on things”. She gave a little shiver as his hand traversed her thigh and squeezed the round globes of her buttocks.

As the rest of the group left, leaving a very generous tip, Aly impulsively gave each man a quick peck on the cheek, and caught her manager smiling and nodding approvingly at her from across the room. She cleared the table, tucking the bills into the pocket of her apron and hurried back to the kitchen, quickly fixing Wystler his refill of rum and coke and depositing it in front of him on the bar with a whispered “on the house, but don’t tell anyone”. Aly was allowed to serve the odd free drink at her own discretion but this privilege was tightly controlled and if the floor manager felt it was being abused he would remove it.

Strictly speaking, Aly wasn’t supposed to serve anyone at the bar, she was a table waitress and she could see that it put the barmaid’s back up a little for him to refuse food service from any but her. She ducked her head and worked hard to make up for it, flying from table to table, making sure that noone’s drink was empty and all free glasses were quickly collected and washed. There would be no fault found with the way she worked tonight. Aly even managed to keep her distance from the DJ.

She felt a pair of eyes on her almost the whole evening as she flitted from job to job with a smile on her face. Every time she turned around the man from her earlier table was staring at her. The intensity and constancy of his gaze made her squirm and blush a little, but another task was demanded of her each time she stopped to consider that feeling.

 

[TirithIre]

Wystler looked to her and smiled slightly as she said that, though he nodded. " I can tell, it looked like he was causing you trouble in the back." He mused, though he left it at that. He liked the feeling of her firm butt in his hand, and even as he moved to the bar, he could see the barmaids didn't like it, but he WAS the rich customer, and there at Deviant Desires, the customer got what they wanted!

He finally 'tracked her down' when she returned at the end of the night, and smiling to her, he pulled out his wallet and first paid for his night's bill, he having drank alot, but he had a driver waiting to take him home. He winked to her though and taking two bills from his wallet, he curled them so she couldn't see what they were.

" A tip for you. Turn around and close your eyes." He smirked and even as she 'did what she was told', she could feel the mini skirt being lifted, exposing her firm ass to his view, he reaching down and around, she could feel him pull her panties out a tad, before he slid the bills in, they resting on her hip, before he replaced the clothing and leaning in, he kissed her just below the ear.

" For taking good care of me." He mused, though he left soon after, picking up his coat, he headed out to the car. It had started raining, but when she 'checked', she would find two fifty dollar bills he had 'stuffed into her panties', he tipping her VERY well, and even as he headed home, he sent an e-mail with his smart phone to the club, confirming he would be having Aly as his fantasy woman the next friday.

A straight suck and fuck, but he also paid a tad extra for the permissions to use her ass if he wished. He selected a mirrored room as his 'setting'... she would be fucked by him next week... the fucking rooms were not monitored, though there was a panic button if things went too far, and masks were worn for the evening, so the anonymity remained for the evening. He was looking forwards though to doing more then simply touching her ass though... already he was fantasizing about taking her in many different ways!

 

[Cerediwen]

Aly looked a little taken aback that he had noticed what had happened in the kitchen and she quickly brushed it off “No not trouble exactly…either way, I’m a big girl, I can handle him” and she gave him a winning smile. She was kept very busy for the rest of the night but made an effort to try and check on him a couple of times even though she knew the other girls would be taking good care of him.

He caught her just emerging from the kitchen. Her hair not as perfect as it had been, instead slightly tousled now, as was the rest of her attire, her cheeks glowing slightly from the hard work but she looked pleased. She turned around very slowly and placed her hands on the wall a little warily, noticing that his speech was very slightly slurred, and his eyes had the look of one who had drunk a little too much. She opened her mouth slightly to protest as he slid his hands around her hip, but shut it again when she felt the cool crispness of bills being slid under the elastic of her panties. “Thank You Sir, that’s very kind of you” she murmured as he kissed her ear.

Aly sighed as she swiped out at the end of the shift. The cleaners would do the rest of the work that night and she asked one of the security guards to call her a cab, too exhausted to walk home, or even check her tips. She stuffed the money into her bag and changed quickly. In the cab home she almost fell asleep, and the driver smiled sympathetically at her as she paid him and shuffled into the house and fell into bed, sleeping deeply until the next day, when she would do it all again

 

[TirithIre]

Wystler liked the tousled look of her... it was much sexier looking then all perfect anyway. She knew the main club was monitored, and that nothing truly audacious would happen to her there. Even as she were about to protest though he smirked and hushed her... he definatly a tad drunk, but not overtly so, she seeing he even managed to walk straight out despite his drunken state!

Over the next few days he went about his life, playing golf with his buddies, and listening to their conquest stories. There was always a new rich girl being drilled by one of them... but for Wystler, he was looking forwards to next Friday. She would find though that it wouldn't be 'the same old same old' for her... she was specifically requested for Wystler, though she didn't know it was him.

She was well trained and though some of the exercises were harder then others... she realized she was 'moving up' from table waitress, to simple 'fuck girl'. Some were both, but she would make a hell of a lot more money being a fuck girl then a waitress, and besides, it was rare for such a new person to be promoted.

Wystler made his way back to Deviant Desires the next Friday though, he checking in before he was lead into a changing room, he being given a masquerade mask of sorts to wear, but other then that he was 'free' to wait until the start time... she would be 'set up' in the mirror room, the room having not much more then a table, and a large bed. All over though were mirrors, she allowed to wear a robe until the man whom had paid for a night with her. He was looking forwards to having his 'way with her'!

 

[Cerediwen]

Aly was working the following day and when she arrived the manager pulled her aside and informed her that she would be tailing one of the other girls today and undergoing some basic training to move up a ‘grade’ in serving. She was slightly taken aback but was glad that her hard work had paid off. The manager also wanted her to attend for some extra evenings, paid of course, to complete this training as soon as possible.

She started her training that evening and at first was somewhat embarrassed watching the girl she was tailing suck and fuck a client, through mirrored glass of course. She watched carefully and tried to distance herself from the situation. Luckily Aly enjoyed sex and was a quick learner, so she picked things up fast. She found that she was incredibly turned on by the end of each training session though and often needed to take a cold shower to calm herself down. Her bosses had told her that while she was allowed to masturbate, but not to orgasm for the duration of her training.

The other girls obviously thought the whole situation was odd and kept shooting her almost sour, but mostly curious glances. On the Thursday her manager called her in especially and rigorously tested her knowledge, asking her to complete a quick quiz, and demonstrate her skills on a dummy. She was then instructed to get a good night’s sleep and arrive early the next day as she would be having her first client that night. They would shower and dress her at the club so there was no need to do that at home.

The next day, Aly did as ordered and arrived 90 minutes before her shift started and was shown to a shower room, given a couple of towels and one of the girls came with her to oversee the process which embarrassed Aly even further. When she was showered Aly was checked over to make sure she hadn’t missed anything, her hair dried and dressed and her body powdered with a light shimmery powder. She was told to apply her own makeup and did so in a bright blue shade on her lids and a rich red on her lips. She left her skin bare other than the light shimmer powder applied by the girls prepping her.

She was given a pale blue silk robe that fell to her knees and a silver masquerade mask that covered her eyes and forehead but left her mouth free, and was held in place by a length of elastic round her head. One of the managers ‘escorted’ her to a large room with mirrors on all the walls and she paced nervously for a few minutes before perching herself on the end of the bed, one of the few pieces of furniture in the room, while she waited for her client to arrive.

 

[TirithIre]

Wystler had spent the week thinking about her. He did not know why... but he was excited about the prospect of 'having her'. He knew he was paying a hefty sum of money... but he was also getting the 'first class treatment', as was expected. He knew she'd be trained for pleasure, though Wystler did find himself wondering whether it would be 'all business' with her, or whether she did enjoy this night.

Even as he arrived on the Friday an hour and a half ahead of the appointed time, he was lead into a separate room. There, he was given everything he wished, he taking a shower, and being given a long black and silver trimmed robe, he slid it on. He had spent his time as well reading up on the club and what it could 'do', but Wystler had always been a bit of an exhibitionist, so he would enjoy the mirrored room immensely.

Even as there was a soft buzz from the door though Wystler slid the silvery mask on, it covering his forehead and nose, but not his mouth, and the robe hung loosely open, his bare chest somewhat seen. He was lead through though, and pointed to a door, he nodding with a smile. To her, she would hear the sound of a familiar buzz of the lock on the door, before it opened, and Wystler walked in. The door was closed behind him, and even as he looked to her, he licked his lips.

" Come here." He mused, he motioning to her to rise. He knew he was in control here, that he could really do whatever he liked to her, but he was looking forwards to seeing her move and do whatever he said... the power 'getting to him' a tad if he was honest with himself!

 

[Cerediwen]

Aly had heard the manager announce the arrival of her ‘client’. She had been in the shower and her manager had come into the room and instruct the girls to hurry up and not to keep him waiting. They did so but completed her preparation perfectly and efficiently.

Sat on the edge of the bed Aly twisted her fingers together and closed her eyes, breathing deeply. Because of that she didn’t hear the lock buzz open on the door and the sounds of footsteps in the room, even though they were muffled by the thick carpet, made her jump and give a quiet yelp of surprise.

She heard him command her to “Come here” and heard the power in his voice, perhaps even the tiniest quaver of excitement and she knew for him, a lot of this night would be about the power he had to control her. Aly thought she might recognise that voice, something in its tone and the way he spoke seemed vaguely familiar but she couldn’t place it. “Yes Sir” she answered quickly and she covered the distance between them in 3 small steps, but stayed a respectful distance from him.

This close he could smell the delicate floral fragrance of her shower gel and perfume, and see the quick rise and fall of her chest as she breathed. Her hands shook as she fumbled with the tie on her robe, getting it undone and letting the two edges fall apart, displaying herself to him as she let the fabric slip from her shoulders and down her arms. She bent her elbows, letting it pool in the crooks of her arms. The shaking of her hands, the speed of her breathing and the delicate flush that was expanding over the bottom portion of her face and her chest were the tell-tale signs of her nerves.

The importance of this night, her first with a client had been repeatedly explained to her and she knew that if her ‘performance’ and expertise were not adequate, she would face consequences, perhaps being moved back down the ranks, or having her contract amount upped. She also knew that she had already messed up once – she was supposed to have shed her robe before her client entered the room – but she was hoping that she could at least make up for that faux-pas over the course of the evening.

She stood quietly before him, her robe shed and revealing her curves her eyes lowered as her mind raced and wondered what this night might hold in store for her……

 

[TirithIre]

Wystler smiled as the girls came to see to his every need, and even as he enjoyed it all, he could 'hardly wait' for the main 'course'. He had read all the 'rules' and even as he moved into the room, he was surprised to see her still robed... which had brought about his command. " Nice... you listen well." He mused, and even as he watched her slide the robe off and down her arms until it pooled in her elbows, baring the top portion of her body to his viewing pleasure.

Even as he did though he reached down, she seeing him taking a hold of the sash of her robe, before he pulled it free of the rest. " Let it drop." He remarked, he moving around her, and even as he did he waited until she had done that. His eyes watched her, and moving, she felt the silken tie trail across her hip, before he dragged one end through her legs.

" Your mine for tonight, correct?" He asked into her ear, his breath hot and heavy tickling it even as he took hold of the other end of the sash he pulled upwards, the silk digging into her freshly shaven and pampered pussy, the silk digging deliciously into her folds. " What are the rules for this room?"

He knew them, but she could tell he wanted her to 'tell him', she able to rest back against him even as he dug the silk into her pussy, forcing her to stretch, forcing her to arch her back as the soft silk tormented her swelling pussy lips... he not 'taking it easy' on her, but she knew that he wouldn't... she was his to do with as he wished!

 

[Cerediwen]

Aly gasped as he took hold of the end of the sash that had held her robe closed and pulled it free with a soft swish of fabric. A little shiver ran through her body as he trailed the end over her hip and she took a deep breath and carefully lowered her arms, letting the robe fall from her and causing it to pool around her feet. She felt him pass the tie through between her thighs and she parted them ever so slightly for him.

She almost let out a little moan as he spoke close to her ear, his breath hot and sensuous on her ear “Yes Sir that’s right, I am”. As he pulled the sash taut, forcing it up between her legs and trapping her clit in place. She wracked her brains as he asked " What are the rules for this room?"
Her mind going blanks for a few minutes while she tried desperately to recall the rules she had been drilled on just a few hours before

“Uhm rules, right. I am yours for the night to do with as you wish within the confines of what has already been agreed. What happens in the room, stays in the room. All activities will be filmed. You are limited to oral sex, vaginal sex and – if it has been agreed- anal sex” Aly recited all of this in cool, removed manner. Her eyes were fixed straight ahead and this formality had given her a chance to control her nerves so she was now shaking less and her breathing was slower and more regular.

As she spoke she did indeed relax back against him a little, finding his warmth comforting but the upwards tug forced her onto her toes and the fabric was still well embedded in the v between her legs. She knew that tonight would be an eye opener into the darker element of her contract.

 

[TirithIre]

He smirked at her little gasp... this was why he had 'chosen her', she didn't know most of this... she hadn't 'done this' before as according to her, and he had a good feeling she wasn't a liar... so he was sure that was the case. He saw that she parted her smooth thighs slightly for him, he listening to her even as she stammered slightly, he nodded.

" That's true... tell me... Do you like my choice of room?" He smiled as he said that, he able to see her lips part and moisten, and even as she recited the rules, she felt and saw him hold the sash in one strong hand, it digging into her pussy and into the crevice of her ass.

" Well you know the rules, that's good." He mused, and even as she 'calmed herself', his hand suddenly slid around, cupping and squeezing a breast as he pulled ever more firmly on the sash, making it rub her clit, making her 'dance' as she was now 'stuck there'. " These are mine as well, for tonight are they not?" He rasped into her ear, he licking her ear even as he nibbled it, the mask not covering her ears, and even as he did he pinched a nipple, pulling on it, tormenting it, forcing it to harden in desire even if initially she didn't 'feel it'.

He was certainly enjoying this though... and was VERY happy that he had let the guys 'convince him' to come and check Deviant Desires out... this was going to be a 'fun night'!

 

[Cerediwen]

Aly looked around “its very uh………mirrored and unforgiving” she said quietly then added “I like it if you do Sir”. She didn’t much like the idea of being able to watch herself in sexual acts, and wondered who might be standing on the other side of those mirrors, as she herself had done during her ‘training’.

She gasped as his hand slid around her naked form and cupped, then squeezed her breast, making her squirm against him, and against the silk tie threaded between her legs. The small strip of fabric was rapidly becoming sodden as he teased it back and forth between her lips stimulating her clit gently. She moaned and shivered as he licked her ear and pinched her nipple firmly. Her upper body tried to follow the direction of his tugging and pulling, her hips pretty much pinned in place by her position and the sash holding her up. “Ye….Yes Sir” she managed to gasp out as she writhed, inadvertently bringing herself more pleasure

She could feel his enjoyment and pleasure. It radiated from him like heat and she was glad that she was pleasing him already. It was easy to tell that he was pleasing her. Her body responded to his touch and there was a faint smell of lust drifting up from between her spread legs as her juices soiled the sash of the robe.

Aly had to concentrate on keeping her balance, positioned on her toes as she was and him applying a firm upward pressure to her crotch would have had her swaying in lust. One of her hands snaked up and gently gripped his forearm for balance

 

[TirithIre]

He grinned as she said that. " I take it your not a fan of seeing yourself being handled by a big strong man?" He purred into her ear, and even as he did he could not help but smirk as he heard her moans, her writhing only served to torment her further indeed. His strong hand held the sash, she wearing nothing as he played with her breast, though even as she bucked to his tuggings it was a delicious 'game' that she would in-advertantly lose.

" That's good though that your enjoying this... I would hate for you to not feel anything of this." He purred it into her ear, and even as he did he smirked as he felt her hand gripping his forearm, and even as he did he easily moved his hand from her breast, she feeling him shuffle it between them, before he was pushing his own robe off, it falling away from him.

Suddenly he was pulling her back, and even as he did she could feel a very large thick cock rubbing against the cheeck of her ass, his arm wrapped around her waist he picked her right up, and carrying her forwards her feet dangled about two inches off the floor as he pushed her over the bed, the sash dragging through her folds as he tugged it away.

" Tell me, have you taken a cock up your ass before?" He had paid good money for her ass, and she knew it, they informing her of it all... and even as he spoke to her the thickly veined cock rubbed between her cheeks, one hand moving and pinned the back of her neck, he effectively holding her down as he 'played' with her!