"The High School Hookers Club"

[TonyDeeDee]

"The High School Hookers Club"​

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The Hookers​

Craig Thomas watched the young woman smooth her stockings up long, sleek legs, then pull her skirt up over her shapely hips. The leggings were Richland Institute standard issue school uniform, but the skirt -- which barely extended past the curves of her firm ass -- had obviously been altered far beyond the private school's official uniform code.

"Are we good for another week, Mister Thomas?" she asked as she checked her appearance in his full length mirror. She looked to him in the reflection, clarifying, "I earned my lessons?"

"Yes, Mary, you did."

For most of the past school year, Mary had been spending quality time with Craig in exchange for his tutoring services. They met once a week for a couple of hours of mattress time, and in exchange he had gotten her grades up sufficiently enough that she'd recently been accepted into four different prestigious universities.

He stood and walked up behind her, laying his hands on her hips in a familiar way. "We need to talk ... about what we do here together."

She donned a concerned look, quickly asking, "We're not going to stop, are we? I need your help!"

"No, no, Mary," he reassured her. "We're good, you and I. No, I want to talk to you about Yale."

"I can't go," she said with a pout. Her eyes began to glaze over with the impending tears. "I can't afford it."

Mary was in quite a predicament. Her parents made good money, meaning she wouldn't be able to apply for enough grants and loans to get her through Yale. Those same parents had also told her they wouldn't pay her way through school, in response for the behavior that had landed the teen in the Richland Institute in the first place.

So, despite all of Craig's efforts at getting Mary's grades up to a 4.0 average, once she graduated from Richland she'd be going to Clark County Community College if she wanted to continue her education. There wasn't anything wrong with "4C", of course: Craig had gone to 4C before going to the State University and he'd done all right in life.

But Mary was a sharp girl with a great deal of potential, and both of them thought she needed a first class education at a prestigious Ivy League school.

"I have a way for you to pay your tuition," Craig said. He hesitated, considering his words carefully. "It involves you doing pretty much the same thing you do with me ... but ... with other men ... and for cash."

Mary's eyes widened in shock, as did her mouth as she murmured, "You mean ... prostitution?"

Craig shrugged slightly. "Mary ... you are very good at what you do. You make me feel like no woman ever has before ... and you're only eighteen. That's an incredible talent."

"But..." her eyes began to glaze over again. "But ... you mean ... whoring myself ... to men I don't know?"

Craig pulled her closer to him. "Mary. It's not as ugly as you are thinking. Do you enjoy yourself with me?"

She looked away, embarrassed. Despite understanding that she'd been fucking him in exchange for his very expensive tutoring services, Mary had enjoyed herself immensely with Craig, orgasming almost every time they'd every fucked.

"And you've been with men you didn't really know, right?" After she giggled, remembering the story she'd told him once about going to a Frat party, he laughed with her and said, "So, you know you are capable of doing it with a stranger, right?"

She hesitated before whispering, "I guess."

"Listen, sweetheart," Craig said, pulling her up so tightly to him now that their groins met and her young, firm breasts flattened against his muscular chest. "I know a guy ... a business associate of mine. He's a nice guy, and he's lonely for female companionship. He would pay you $300 for two hours of what you do with me."

She whispered softly, "I would be a prostitute."

Craig lifted her chin to look into her eyes and said softly, "Mary. I hate to tell you this ... but you already are a prostitute."

The first tear escaped her eye, dropping quickly down a cheek.

"You have handled our relationship like a pro," Craig told her. "You can do this. And ... after ... if you decide it's not for you ... you would never have to do it again."

"I'll do it," she said without hesitation, knowing that she had no other choice. She wasn't going to get through Yale on minimum wage at Walmart or McDonalds. She repeated with a second and last tear before wiping at her eyes and stiffening up. "I'll do it. I'll be good, and he'll be happy ... and I'll be $300 dollars richer."

Craig kissed her lips softly, then said, "Good girl. I'll set it up."



Later, after the cab he called hurried away with Mary aboard, Craig pressed a security code into his cell phone, unlocking the Contacts List. He pressed One, waited until the female voice answered, and said, "I think she's ours... Yes, she was hesitant, but-- No, she says she'll do it-- Yes, I'm using the same guy. He'll be good to her ... show her it isn't all that bad. It'll be a good first time for her. The High School Hookers Club will have a new member this time next week, I assure you.

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[Teenidle]

Mary stared at herself in the full length mirror, trying to see her tanned, athletic curves as a boy would - no, as a man would. When she had seen Mister Thomas naked for the first time, she could tell the difference right away; it was as though all the boys - and there really hadn't been that many boys - had just been unfinished sketches, and here was the real thing. Manly enough to make her knees go a little weak, and to fully appreciate that she really hadn't had any kind of experience, not with this.

She tilted her head to one side, then turned slowly from side to side, looking down the line of her body. Mary had always been fairly confident in her blonde beauty - she'd been in the popular cliques at school, and as a star in the cheer squad she was used to looking good. She'd started dating when she was fourteen, and by the end of her junior year she'd become quite talented with her mouth and enjoyed her sexual debut with the quarterback in the back room at a party to celebrate his scoring the winning touchdown at the state finals. She felt like she could do anything, so when a couple of her friends asked if she wanted to go to a frat party with them she could only think of one thing; the wonderful chance to meet college boys... maybe even a cute guy she could date all the way to the end of college!

Caught up in the excitement, she had a couple of drinks too many and found herself flirting with three guys at once; they were all cute, and she would be happy with any one of them and they all seemed so wonderfully devoted to making sure she had everything she wanted. How was a girl to choose?

In the end of course she didn't; she liked them, they liked her, it seemed the most logical thing in the world to go into the upstairs bedroom with them and she had a wonderful time... or started to. When the police arrived to break up the party and found the four together... well it didn't take long to get out among the other students and their parents at her school and she was soon asked to leave for "lacking the proper moral fiber of the young ladies here at St Mary's". Her parents were mortified, both at the sort of trouble their little girl had gotten into and also at the social humiliation they suffered as a result. Her father was a cutthroat business executive, and her mother a powerful social maven; instead of letting their frenemies turn her into something to use against them, they shuffled her off to the Richland Institute.

Sliding her hands under her breasts (freshly bloomed into a C-cup) she cupped them and gave an experimental lift... and released them, watching as they bounced. She was just putting it off though; it was just like Mister Thomas had said. She already was a prostitute... and it was in a good cause, wasn't it? If mum and dad hadn't been so horribly stingy she wouldn't even be in this situation, but she was. And it was down to her to find a way to pay her way into the Ivy League. Thanks to her wonderful experiences with Mister Thomas, she had learnt enough to get up her grades and be accepted to no less than four of the finest universities in the country. This was just... more of the same.

And yet it wasn't. As she slipped into a school uniform her dad would have fits if he knew she still owned, she knew that. What she was doing with Mister Thomas - mattress time for tutoring time – could at least be seen as an exchange of favours. Mary breathed out as she buttoned up her blouse, then her vest... doing up her necktie with a flick of her fingers and giving her outfit a last quick look over. Back when she was fourteen this outfit looked decent enough to pass with the monitors; now she looks like a real young sex kitten, ready for her first experience of sex for money. Ohhh she hopes it's like it is with her tutor. Wow she hopes that everything works out okay. She pulls a long navy jacket around herself, gives herself one last look in the mirror and skips off down the stairs in her heels.

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Come 9pm, she is there at the corner of 5th and Main, doing her best to ignore the looks she is getting from passers-by. Even under her thigh-length jacket her youthful beauty is obvious, as is her increasing nervousness. She looks back down at her phone again. It's 9pm; where is he? Maybe this wasn't such a good idea...

 

[TonyDeeDee]

(OOC: For anyone following our story, in this picture, Mary is the girl to the far right and Viv is the standing brunette.)

It was ten past nine when a hot little Mercedes convertible with its top down sped up to and screeched to a halt at the corner. Instead of Mister Thomas, though, the person meeting up with the Mary was Vivien LeMasters, undoubtedly both the most famous and infamous girl at the Richland Institute.

"Get in," the stunning brunette called to the stunned blond. When Mary just stared dumbfounded at Viv, she explained, "Mister Thomas sent me to show you the ropes. You didn't think he was just going to send you in there on your own without details, did you?"

(OOC: A bit of god moding here: forgive me.)

She waited for Mary to climb into the passenger seat, then fired the car forward. She nearly took out a couple of 30-something guys who had taken notice of the two sexy school girls and begun heading their way.

"In case you haven't figure it out yet," Viv explained over the sound of the wind rushing past their heads, "I'm part of this, too. In fact, I'm in charge ... of the talent that is. Mister Thomas takes care of appointments and billing matters, but if you have any questions, comments, or concerns about what we do or don't do when we're on the job, you bring those to me."

She shot the little sports car around a big slow moving truck, then through a light that was well into the red when she entered the intersection.

"First things first," she continued, ignoring the honks of the cars already well behind her, "Mister Thomas -- and that is what we call him at all times -- he says you're on the pill, yes...?" She half glanced toward Mary to ensure she received a confirming nod. "Good. As far as that other issue ... Mister Thomas screens the customers. Medical check ups all around, so--"

She'd just entered the freeway and jerked the car across four lanes to the far left, the slammed the accelerator to the floor. The Mercedes shot forward like a bat out of hell.

"What was I saying...?" she murmured to herself. Her eyes -- a pale blue, outlined in her normal heavy black make up -- widened as she said, "Oh! Condoms! We don't use'em. Not necessary. Like I said, the customers are clean, and you better be, too. If you have an issue, you tell me! No secrets, no shame. You tell me, we solve the problem, and we get you back on the job. Condoms ... they turn most of our customers off. If you have a problem with that, well ... we're going to have a problem then, aren't we?"

Viv shot the car off the freeway suddenly, through yet another red light, and turned sharply into the driveway of the Richland Country Club, stopping in a wide section of the driveway just before they entered the wrought iron gates.

She ran her fingers through her hair and checked her look in the rear view mirror, then looked to Mary and -- as if every thing she'd said and done so far was nothing to be concerned about -- she asked, "So ... you ready for this?"

 

[TonyDeeDee]

OOC: Again, the photo for those following along, with a new addition to the roster: Audrey is the brunette with the mangled stockings. Grrr...)

Hugh Jacobs was so nervous his palms were sweating. His palms, his under arms, his fucking crotch! He was sure that if he sat here in the hotel lounge bar much longer, all they'd find at closing was a pile of clothes in a puddle of sweat.

Then, he saw her enter. He'd been shown a photo of Audrey dressed up in a sexy leather and lace outfit, and with that image emblazoned on the inside of his skull he could have picked her out of a crowd of a million sexy brunettes.

She wasn't in leather and lace now, but her outfit was nearly as sexy. Her bosom was lifted and her long legs exposed by a stylishly short skirt. In contrast to what some of the Clients of the High School Hookers Club wanted -- a sexy, naughty school girl appearance -- Hugh had asked for an older, more mature look, and Audrey was pulling it off with ease.

He jumped up from the booth like the gentleman he was, smiling broadly as he gestured her with a slightly trembling hand into the opposite seat of the booth. "Nice to meet you, Audrey. I'm Hugh."

 

[Sweetandsexy3]

Audrey smiled politely as she sat down across from him "it's nice to meet you too Hugh." She said emphasizing his name just a little "So Hugh what is it that your looking for from our time together. How is it that I can be of service to you?" Audrey looked him over as she twirled a couple strands of her brunette hair around her index finger. He looked nervous. Shaking and sweating, it wasn't exactly what she pictured guys who were into her type of 'fun' to be like but she had learned quickly that sometimes the guys who seemed the most timid had been the most kinky in bed.

"There's nothing to worry about." She said "I'm here to pleasure you remember. I'll make your wildest fantasy come true."

 

[TonyDeeDee]

Hugh's cock -- so hard it almost hurt -- literally twitched in joy at Audrey's guarantee. For so many years he'd fantasized about being tied up, about a beautiful woman having her way with him ... about leather and lace and orgasms to remember for the rest of his life.

"I, um ... brought some things," he said nervously, nodding toward the black bag sitting in the curve of the horse shoe shaped booth they were occupying. "I was thinking that ... maybe we could use some of those..."


He felt his face explode with a fiery blush as he added, "...on me, of course."

The bag included a tightly rolled bundle of rope, gags, leather restraints, and hand cuffs, some of which were fur lined for comfort. He'd had no idea what to bring, and -- although he'd been told that this was Audrey's area of expertise -- he wasn't sure if she had her own equipment. He'd spent over $500 on the items, using cash, of course, so that his wife -- the family bookkeeper -- would see any suspicious charges on their bank cards.

"Is ... is that allowed?" he asked with the ignorance and timid tone of a BDSM novice.

 

[Sweetandsexy3]

"You want me to tie you up?" She asked a little surprised. "That's not usually how it goes... I'm normally the one getting strapped to the bed but I guess if that's really what you want." Audrey said hoping she could pull this off. She hadn't ever been the one to be in charge. She liked the feeling of a guy being rough as he had his way with her...as long as it was under her terms.

"So how rough do you want this to get?" She asked looking over at the bag "Just you tied up as I ride you hard until you explode or do you want me to get a bit more tough. Would you like to be left with bruises?"

 

[TonyDeeDee]

"Oh no no no no," Hugh said in almost a panicked tone. "Nothing like that. I ... I don't like pain. I just..."

He wasn't sure how to explain it. He'd watched hundreds -- maybe thousands -- of online bondage videos, and he'd fantasized about having such things done to him, sometimes while he was watching and sometimes later, before the bathroom mirror with the tie of his robe wrapped around his wrists or his arms stuck down into the towel holder like shackles, while he rubbed his groin against the wall trying to stimulate himself to orgasm.

It had all felt silly, doing such things alone. And then one day while drunk as a skunk with his friend, Craig Thomas, he let slip his fantasies. And a few days after that, Craig came to him and in as normal a conversational tone as was possible said, "So, I know a young woman who can help you with those things you wanted to try out."

Of course, Hugh didn't know that Craig was, in essence, a pimp: Hugh thought his friend was just another one of the young woman's -- Audrey's -- clients. So, he went for it, and here he was, sitting across from an eighteen year old babe who was going to do things to him that ... oh god, things that no man should have done to him, even by his wife!

"I, um ... don't know how to begin," Hugh said. He inconspicuously flashed a room key card, saying, "I have a room upstairs. Do we just go up?"

There was so much Hugh didn't know about how to start this night, how this night would go, and how he would go on living his normal, hum drum life after he'd had the best night of sex in his life.

There was something else Hugh didn't know as well, and that was what had led a good girl like Audrey into the prostitution business in the first place...



Nine Months Ago:

Vivien waited outside the Richland Institute's performing arts building, impatiently tapping the toe of her forbidden four inch spiked heel as she waited for her newest potential recruit to the High School Hookers Club.

When Audrey emerged from class, Viv hurried to her, snatched her by the elbow, and turned her toward the parking lot where her brand new Mercedes was parked sideways across two handicapped spaces.

"Okay, so here's the deal," she immediately began, not even bothering to hold down her voice as a multitude of students passed by them in every direction. "I know a guy who is interested in a threesome with two incredibly sexy young school girls. One of them, of course, has to be me..."

She feigned a prissy bitch gesture, but in all honesty, Vivien LeMaster was a prissy bitch, so pretending was really an unnecessary task.

"...and the other one, I have decided, has to be you."

Viv had expected shock and awe from her friend, of course: she hadn't told her that this was coming. All Audrey had known before this moment was that Viv knew a guy who had an interest in her fellow brunette. She had had no idea that Viv had been talking about threesomes!

 

[Sweetandsexy3]

"Viv it's one thing to be screwing some random guy but a threesome? With you?" Audrey wasn't sure what to think "don't you think that might be taking things a little too far? It would be awkward...." She said as she thought about the possibility of being in a room with her friend and a guy naked and having sex. "I mean what are we even supposed to do? Just take turns fucking him until he's out of cum." As she sat in the passengers seat of the car she realized she was starting to get turned on by the idea. "I guess I could give it a try. Maybe it'll take my mind off of Robbie..." She shuttered even mentioning her ex's name.

 

[TonyDeeDee]

"Don't speak that name in my presence every again, girl!" Viv snapped. She murmured as she fired the new car out of the parking lot, "Dick... Needs to have his balls cut off and fed to him with Portobello mushrooms."

Ironically, Viv contemplated, it was Robbie's poor treatment that had led to Viv and Audrey's current situation. Viv didn't know all the details, but something about their sex life had led Audrey toward the Dark Side of sex.

Just as ironically, Viv's little group of friends that she referred to as the "High School Hookers Club" -- Richland Institute students who fucked for money -- was in need of a member who liked things a little on the rough side. Viv hadn't specifically asked her friend if she was into such things, but she was going to find out very quickly whether her female intuition was as good as she hoped.

She turned the little car onto an open highway and sped rapidly through all the gears until they were doing eighty through the countryside. "Listen, I need to tell you something else about this guy."

She half glanced toward her friend as she said, "He's a teacher ... from Richland. Mister Thomas."

 

[Sweetandsexy3]

Audrey eyes got wide as her friend mentioned his name "Mister Tomas?! Your kidding right?" She was shocked "He seems so normal... Well he is kind of attractive. Having sex with him can't be too bad." She sighed looking out the window "So how long have you been doing this? Fucking Mister Tomas? How is he?" She asked a million questions running through her mind "Is the sex good? Is he big?" Audrey stopped herself before spitting out anything else she didn't want nerves to get the best of her. This would be good for her, at least that was what she had kept telling herself. She'd forget Robbie... The latest in a string of heartbreaks. Maybe she'd even enjoy it.

 

[TonyDeeDee]

Viv just laughed at her friend's string of questions, pulling the car off the highway just as the girl seemed to run out of inquiries. They shot up a long drive to an old mansion. At the expression from Audrey, Viv explained, "He tutors the rich fuck's grand kids in exchange for the mother-in-law cottage out back."

She curled the car around a large circular drive, then backed it in between the stables and the garage. She said simply, "C'mon."

The cottage sat at the end of a long path that cut through a professionally manicured lawn and flower garden. Viv didn't knock, instead just walking through the door and heading toward the bedroom in the back. Craig's home was just two rooms: one the bedroom (with a huge bathroom, complete with jacuzzi) and another everything else. But it was beautifully appointed and spotlessly clean.

"Mister Thomas?" Viv called. "We're here."

Craig emerged from the bathroom into the bedroom wearing nothing but a wo day old beard and a towel around his waist. He smiled knowingly to Viv, then cast his eyes on Audrey, looking her up and down.

"Good to see you, Audrey," he said politely. "I'm so very happy you decided to join us this evening."

He made it sound as if the pair were going on an art walk with him, not participating in a three way sex 'fest. But that was just the way he was, polite and friendly.

And then, as he walked closer to the bed and drew Audrey's attention that direction, her expression revealed that she'd finally seen the ropes tied to the head and foot boards, as well as the cuffs sitting on the lamp table and the blind fold and gag laying atop the pillow.

"Does she know?" Craig asked vaguely of Viv. "You did tell her ... didn't you?"

Viv smiled guiltily, then moved close to Audrey and wrapped an arm around her waist. "By the way ... I may have forgotten to mention this ... but ... Mister Thomas likes to tie girls up. Is'at good with you?"

(OOC: bedtime, sorry.)

 

[Teenidle]

Mary

This was all going so fast! Mary knew who Vivien was of course; despite coming from a humble background the girl somehow managed to be the it-girl around the institute. Noone was sure how she afforded it, but she always seemed to have the best of everything (witness the hot little convertible!) including boyfriends. Although... she rarely seemed to spend much time with them either. If she'd done half the things she was rumoured to have done, it was a miracle she'd never gotten caught in the act!

And she was here now with Mary, like an example of what she could be if she... if she went through with this. She lifted her chin and quickly sorted out a few of her windblown locks, then looked up at the imposing grounds and structure of the Richland Country Club. A sudden naughty thought crept through her mind and a laugh bubbled out from between her lips; her parents had tried to hide her away before at the Institute, and now here she was, outside their club! If she didn't know they were out of the country this weekend she'd be worried about running into them, but as it was...

"I think so," she started, then shook her head and started again. "I mean, yes, I'm ready Viv. I'm on the pill," she started counting off on her fingers, "and I'm all healthy - Mister Thomas had me checked out by the school nurse before we.. we started doing things together." Obviously this was no secret to Vivien - she seemed to know all about her! "No condoms, got it." She pauses, then looks back at the other girl. "Mister Thomas told you... I'm kind of just trying this out, right? To see if I can do it, or if... if I need to find some other way to earn the money?"

She pauses to see the other girl nod, then looks up at the country house, finding it hard to meet the other girl's eyes while she talks about the next bit. "Ahh... you said something about what we do or don't do?" She catches her lip between her teeth as Viv smiles, the gate opens... and the flashy new convertible rolls smoothly up the drive.

 

[TonyDeeDee]

"What we do," Viv began, once again shooting the car ahead up the Country Club's drive toward the valet station, "is what the Client asks for."

She practically skidded the car to a stop, causing a pair of young, good looking car parkers to leap out of the way. They didn't recognize the car, but the driver was very well known, even here. They smiled to her, then to one another, and Rocked Off to see who got the privilege of serving Vivien LeMaster this night.

She leaned over the center console and looked directly into Mary's eyes. "What we don't do ... ever...! ... is talk about what we do with anyone outside the club."

She sensed a bit of confusion in Mary's eyes and knew the reason. She clarified, "The High School Hookers Club."

Mary's reaction caused Viv to smile broadly. "What...? Did you think it was just me, and maybe you?"

She laughed as the winner of the rock-paper-scissors battle pened the driver's door and offered a hand to her. Viv, like Mary, was wearing a totally unauthorized version of her school uniform, but hers edged on something likely to be found in the Halloween costume section of the local Adults Only store. Her skirt barely reached past her ass, and as she slowly, sensuously swung one leg after the other to step out of the little sports car, the Valet's eyes widened the obvious lack of panties underneath.

"Thank you, Carl," Viv said with a seductive tone, handing him her keys and kissing him lightly on the cheek as she pressed her excessively boosted cleavage against his muscular chest. "Take good care of her. And maybe someone will take good care of you."

The second Valet was helping Mary out, and Viv circled around to her new girl giving the other young man a wink. She took Mary by the elbow and began escorting her into the lobby of the Country Club saying, "Oh, and another thing we never do is give it away for free. Our services are valuable. Some boy's got a woody for you ... you get something for letting him get it wet..."

She held out her arm, wiggling it about. The tennis bracelet's double rows of half carat diamonds shimmered below the lobby's bright light. Viv laughed, then whispered, "I was a very good, very bad girl for this baby, and if you stick with me ... do as I say ... stay cool ... and don't let morality or self respect get in the way ... there'll be no end to what you can have."

Viv stopped Mary suddenly, turning the girl to face her. She tugged at the blond's uniform, straightening it, played her fingers in Mary's still slightly mussed hair, then cupped the teen's plentiful breasts and boosted them without a care in the world for who might have seen it.

"Ready!" she announced, then looking into Mary's eyes, asked, "Aren't we?"

 

[Teenidle]

All the while Viv was talking to her, Mary was watching the other girl on two levels; on one she was taking in what she was saying - the secrets to keep, the things to do for her client, the promise. Follow Vivien's lead, use her beauty and throw morality and self respect out the window... and she could have all this. She could go all the way to the Ivy League university of her choice, far away from anyone who saw her here or who knew about that embarrassing incident that seemed to make her parents so uncomfortable. She wanted that golden ticket, even more than she wanted the casual wealth that Viv's sparkling bracelet implied.

And all from being a 'very good, very bad girl'. That's where the other way she'd been watching Viv came in. She also saw what she was not saying; the casual, sensual arrogance in her walk. Not even bothering to try to look sexy, because she was.

The way she handled the valets at the country club; she clearly knew them both by name. The way everyone practically fell over themselves to help her... and she just took it all as her due. Mary wanted that, so when Viv turned in for a last minute resettling of her blouse (starting to expose a little of her midriff) and skirt, then hefted her breasts in each hand she didn't demur at all.

Instead - catching the eye of a young man coming down the stairs who had frozen at the sight of the two schoolgirls - she curved a warm smile and then blew him a kiss before turning back to her new best friend. "Absolutely. Now... can you introduce me to Mister Thomas' friend here - and maybe tell me a little about him?"

Moving with a steady, sensual sway, the two teenagers glide up the stairs and throw the polished glass doors, their heads close together as she got ready for her debut as a newly fledged member of the High School Hookers Club.

 

[TonyDeeDee]

"Later," Viv responded concerning the client. "Right now, we mingle ... we chat ... and more importantly..."

She grasped Mary's elbow, stopping her, then gestured with a chin nod toward a six pack of well to do types whose eyes were eagerly taking a walk over the two young beauties. She finished her sentence, "...we let them look. These men, and men like them. This is where the big money comes from. The phone in Escort Service is nice, but here ... you see the money walking, talking, and stalking."

Viv turned toward Mary, leaned in close, and gave her a kiss on the cheek that was as close to a lesbian PDA as you get without being ejected from such a conservative setting. She saw Mary's expression and smiled, whispering, "I'd give you five to one odds one of those old farts just creamed his boxers. Go... Go mingle. Business can wait."

She turned her back and swatted Mary on the ass loud enough that it drew laughs from the men across the way. Then, she called to a familiar face and left Mary standing all alone.

 

[Teenidle]

Mary jumped as she was slapped on the behind, throwing a long and wistful look after her as she left... and then turned back to the men across the way. She approached them with that eye-catching sway in her step, giving them a dazzling smile as she finally came up to meet them.

"Hi guys! I'm Mary, Viv's... friend." Pausing just long enough to let them put 2 and 2 together and wonder just how friendly the two students were out of class, then bouncing on merrily. "She's been after me for ages to come out with her; something about knowing this amazing place she goes to meet her boyfriends-" She frowns cutely. "Or was that her daddy? Anyway, I finally said I would-" She leans in to confide, coincidentally giving half of them a good view of her tightly confines cleavage and the others a very good idea of what they were missing. "To be honest it's... sort of a dare as well. But I've never actually been here before; this is a bit of a first for me, so I wondered if any of you would be willing to help me explore?"

She looks around hopefully, hoping to - if nothing else - break the ice and noticed in passing the wide range of ages and builds in the six-pack she's gone to meet. From one man in (probably) his late twenties to another in his early fifties, some obviously putting in more gym time than others; the one thing they all had in common was the power that radiated from them. Strong business-man types, used to getting whatever they wanted; and what if they wanted her?

 

[Sweetandsexy3]

Audrey took a deep breath to steady her nerves as she pulled away from Viv and walked over to the bed. She picked up the blindfold and ran it through her hands "Seems a little thin to me..." She held it across her eyes "but I guess it'll work fine." Sitting it down she picked up the handcuffs "I think theses are for you Viv, I'd much prefer the ropes... Rope can be more restrictive after all." She said with a suggestive glance at Mister Tomas "So lets get this started."

Smiling Audrey's fingers quickly found the buttons of her blouse. Slowly revealing the sexy white lace bra covering her ample chest "the panties match, just in case you where curious...."

 

[TonyDeeDee]

The men surrounding Mary -- literally at points -- were simply entranced with the teenage beauty and her ability to hold an adult conversation while simultaneously causing their dicks to harden. Oh, they kept their conversation polite and socially acceptable, but the ogles, quips, and referrences to her "future" in the big mean world were obviously veiled attempts by most of the letches to impress upon her their hope to see her again in the future.

At one point, one of the stock brokers suggested that Mary contact him about her future financial needs -- "You're never too young to start investing" -- and handed her his business card. By the time Viv returned to "rescue" her, she had a dozen cards in her hand, from accountants, mutual bond representatives, bank managers, and even a veterinarian who simply wanted to make sure she remembered him.

"Time to go, Mary," the more experienced girl said, linking her arm seductively around Mary's waist as she turned her and thanked the gentlemen for keeping the barely legal beauty company. As they departed, the brunette -- suddenly more serious -- said softly, "Time to get to work."

They took the stairs to a nearly abandoned long hallway, covered the distance -- their heels echoing off hundred year old oak paneling -- and entered a large library in which they found Mister Thomas and an elderly gentleman sipping cognac. The "client's" lips widened immediately upon seeing the "girl" who he'd been assured would be servicing him tonight.

(OOC: If you want, name him, describe him, tell me about him and start the conversation, staying away from the obvious prostitution topic. Anything you don't say, I'll fill in on my first break. )

 

[Teenidle]

Each time she was given a business card, Mary looked up at the man through her lashes and shyly murmured her thanks between full lips. With her dark eyes welling with gratitude as she looked up at the men around her. Oh sure some of them were... a little unattractive physically, but that aura of power... and the way they all stared at her! Like she was that thing they must have.

When Viv came to rescue her, Mary was almost disappointed; but at the same time she knew that this was her big moment, her chance to prove she could do what it took - to Vivien, and to herself. She stalked along the looong wood-paneled hallway, her heels clicking on the parquet as the teenager followed her friend's lead... and came to the two men.

She hadn't expected Mister Thomas to be there, and she gives a brief double-take before looking across at his friend. Her first instinct is... depression, he seems so much older than Mister T - and loads older than she is, of course. But then as she considers him she starts to notice little details; the spark in his eyes. His dark hair and intense manner. His build, still powerful for his age despite the odd wrinkle. His rich business suit, and the twinkling gold of his cuff-links. But most of all, the way he looks at her; not like she's dirty or naughty, but like she's a sweet miracle to him.

She glows, flashing him a quick, bright smile. "Mister Thomas, you didn't tell me your friend was so cute!" She sidles up to the pair, giving him a look through her lashes. "Won't you introduce us?"

Craig Thomas laughed, giving a 'see!' look to his friend and then turned to gesture to the barely legal teen. "Mary, meet my friend Elliot." She smiles up at the dark-haired man in his forties, his spare frame gifted with powerful shoulders that fill out his suit. His deep blue eyes are particularly captivating, and she sidles a little closer before she speaks again. "So tell me... what do you do for a living, Mister Elliot?"

 

[TonyDeeDee]

"Just Elliott ... Mary," the man responded with a pleasant smile. The way he pronounced her name may have given her the opinion that he didn't believe it to be her real name. He didn't. "Elliott Burns. And for a living...? I live."

His answer was cryptic, and he chuckled at Mary's reaction. He was still holding her hand gently in his as he clarified, "I retired from government service three years ago. Now...? I spend my time sitting back ... watching the sunset ... enjoying good cognac ... visiting with interesting people..."

He let his eyes conspicuously drop to Mary's boosted cleavage before finishing, "...and spending my evenings wining and dining beautiful women ... though ... it isn't often that I meant one as beautiful as you."

Beside Mary, Viv cleared her throat with a comical sound and a raised eye brow.

Elliott laughed again, finally releasing his grip on Mary's hand and moving to the more experienced teen to kiss her on the cheek, saying with a feigned apologetic tone, "Vivien, my darling, you'll always be my favorite, of course."

"Liar," Viv laughed, slapping his chest playfully. she slipped her hand down into the outer pocket of his jacket, looking as if she was picking it, and pulled out a key card for a door. She told Elliot with a suggestive tone, "After tonight, you tell me who your favorite is."

She turned away and took Mary's arm, escorting her a few steps away as the two men smiled knowingly and chatted quietly as they ogled both girls. Whispering, Viv said, "End of the hall ... stairs to the third floor. They are rooms for the senior club members for ... well, stuff like this." She donned a serious look and stared deep into Mary's eyes. She pressed the key card into Mary's hand and said almost inaudibly, "Anything he wants... Understand? And never mention money. We, the Girls ... we don't talk about the money."

 

[Teenidle]

The blonde looked a little wide-eyed, but didn't demur; there was still a faint flush over her cheeks from that moment when Elliott was holding her hand and eyeing her breasts; she had felt powerfully womanly then, sensing his interest in her. Oh, he had made his excuses afterwards of course, but she sensed it - he really wanted her; and despite his age, she wanted him too. Perhaps this wouldn't be so hard after all - she just had to forget what was 'proper'.

Taking the keycard in her hand, she leaned in to give Viv a little kiss on the cheek and then a playful smile. "Got it; I'm all his, and I leave the money for whatever he wants between him and Mister Thomas... who will pay me later on I guess." She hoped she wouldn't miss her interludes with him; that wasn't 'giving it away for free' really, was it? Walking away along that long corridor, she gives her skirt a surreptitious tug so it rides an inch or so higher on her thighs... then throws a wondering look back over her shoulder at the two men. They both seem to have her eyes on her, so she throws an extra-special wriggle of delight into her step before she and her pert skirt-covered ass disappear around the corner.

At the far end of the corridor from the main rooms there was hardly anyone there. A couple of liveried servants of course, but they were experienced enough to turn a blind eye to the uniformed student finding her way up the stairs with card in hand. At the first floor she peeked through the doorway and saw a ball room. The second floor had a cocktail bar and a series of lounges. The third... was simultaneously plain and luxuriant to the extreme. There was nothing overtly luxuriant about it, but all the materials were of the finest quality. There were three unmarked doors before her, each with a slot for a keycard.

She tried sliding her card into the first one, but it just bleeped at her and showed a red light. The one in the center behaved similarly, and when she listened closely she could swear she heard a female voice raised in ecstasy, faintly through the insulation. But when she tried the third door, the light flashed green and the door slid open to admit her. Inside was a heart-shaped room carpeted with red plush, a king-sized four-poster bed filling the room's center. Mary walked inside the room and heard the door whisper shut behind her. At first she headed towards the bed, but then detoured over toward the little bar half tucked away in the corner of the room. As she peered into the cabinet she heard the door whisper open once more and looked up to see her first client; alone this time.

She smiled at him, eyes a mixture of hope and excitement. "Ah... hi Elliott! Can I make you a drink?"

 

[TonyDeeDee]

Nine months ago (continuing with Audrey's flashback)

In response to Audrey's comment about her panties matching her bra, Craig smiled and said, "Show me."

As he watched Audrey, Viv stepped up behind Craig and began caressing her hands over his muscular torso. For being a man in his late forties, Craig Thomas was a fit, well sculpted man, with just a hint of age-related fat trying to establish a presence about his waist line.

Still in her tall heels, Viv watched Audrey over her teacher and pimp's shoulder, whispering, "She looks good, doesn't she, Mister Thomas?"

It was such a contradiction to hear the teen refer to him so formally, even as one hand loosened the towel, causing it to drop to the carpet, as the other hand reached around and solidly grasped his cock.

 

[Sweetandsexy3]

Sliding her skirt down her long slender legs Audrey kept her eyes on Mister Thomas. "I hope you like what you see... I sure do..." She said as she stood up now in her bra, panties, stockings and heels. "I think you should help me with the rest of this. Get a little hands on you know." Picking up the blindfold again she walked over to him and placed it in his hand "I'm all yours to play with however you please..." Audrey turned around, her back now to him, so he could put the blindfold on. "You know I've often fantasized about you during class. Your hands all over my body... Your big cock pounding into my tight pussy..."

 

[TonyDeeDee]

Craig answered Audrey with action, not words, putting the blind fold over her eyes, tightening it, then grasping her wrists and pulling forcefully but but not cruelly behind her. He leaned in and kissed her shoulder seductively.

She flinched a bit, surprised obviously, when a second pair of lips met hers. Viv pressed up to Audrey's front, her hands all over her as she quickly removed the rest of the girl's clothes. As she pulled Audrey's panties to her ankles and ordered her to step out of them, she grasped the teen's last moved ankle and caused her foot to come down wide, parting her thighs.

She wasted no time in grasping handfuls of the girl's firm ass, pulling Audrey's groin to her face, and finding the girl's clit with her tongue.