I did sign the twelve-month contract. Money talks and Ken was despondent when I told him I might not want to. I rationalized my quandary over being a prostitute by convincing myself that the contract was indeed for a consultancy service and, in any case, Ken would still have me having sex with other men, only for free.
Now, six months into the contract, things are progressing nicely. Using flexi-time for my day job, starting early in the morning and finishing by early afternoon, gives me plenty of time to get to London. Changes are occasionally made as required, but most consulting is in the evenings, with a few afternoon or morning appointments. Alex tries to plan the diary so that I work one day and have the next off, and six-hour sessions are becoming the norm on weekends, Fridays, or Saturdays. The clients are generally pleasant and polite, and I have not had any issues. I have had ardent discussions with a few on financial matters, my area of expertise, and never got near a bedroom, and they were still happy!
I don't think I will be talking much tonight, however. Two lads have won a prestigious award for their company, and as a reward, they are being treated to a weekend in London. Tonight, I am part of that reward, my first threesome, well, with two men anyway! They also want to visit a nightclub, so Alex has booked tickets for the one just around the corner from the hotel. They are holding a Halloween special, so I have a spooky costume with me. They will meet me in the bar at eight o'clock.
"Hello gorgeous, are you looking for us?" leers this lad as he approaches me.
"I don't know, who are you?" I sneer.
"I'm Jack; the jerk here is Pete. He is harmless; he gets goby when nervous," the other lad, Jack, informs me. These must be the lads; the names fit anyway.
"I make you nervous, do I, Pete? Rest assured, I don't bite. Unless asked," I laugh.
Pete shrugs and accepts Jack's remark and my tease.
"What do you two have planned for tonight, apart from trying to pull me," I giggle.
"We're having a drink or two here and something to eat. Then we are going to the nightclub around the corner," Jack enthuses. "Would you like to come with us?" he continues, knowing I will.
"I'll tell you what, you buy me a drink and some dinner, and I'll think about coming to the club with you," I offer.
We order our drinks and meals at the bar; Jack and I walk to a vacant banquette while Pete waits for the drinks and brings them across. My drink tastes odd, but I ignore it. Fifteen minutes later, the food arrives; it's just in time as I feel a little light-headed, putting it down to hunger. I haven't eaten since midday.
We are sitting and chatting amicably, having eaten our food, when a hand tentatively touches my knee. Reflexively, I spread my legs in encouragement, and the hand moves around to my inner thigh and edges a bit higher. Jack, who's doing the touching, nods to Pete.
Pete starts sliding his hand along my other leg, rougher and bolder than Jack's; he quickly reaches for my knickers. I open my legs wider, inviting them to explore more freely. Jack has caught up with Pete, and two hands are now edging their way under my silky covering.
"Playgrounds open," I laugh as I open my legs wider. Then, snap them shut, trapping their hands.
"Well, boys, if you want dessert, I suggest we retire to your room," I announce, standing up and rearranging my skirt as I do. Why did I say that?
Pete fumbles with the door card and laughs nervously, but we get in. I strip off my T-shirt, exposing my boobs, as soon as we do.
"These need attention, too," I pout. 'What has come over me,' I wonder. But I don't care.
They're all over me, hands, mouths, kissing, sucking, tugging. Pete gets behind me, undoes my skirt, pushing it, and knickers down my legs. Fingers quickly explore between my legs. My nipples are being nipped and pulled hard, making me squeal. With fingers in my pussy and me squirming down onto them to get them in deeper.
"Come on, lads, hardly fair you're still dressed; get your cocks out," I command. This isn't how I normally behave with clients!?
Swiftly they pull their clothes off, exposing average-length cocks, and skinny with it!
I kick my shoes off and swan over to the bedroom door while they finish pulling their jeans over their shoes. I think they should have taken their shoes off first!
"Last one in is a sissy," I tease.
Leaping onto the bed, I spread my legs wide and wait. God, what a slut!
Jack pushes Pete aside as they enter the room together. Jumping on top of me, and with either perfect aim or sheer luck, he enters my pussy in one swift movement. He continues swiftly, too, with no attempt at finesse, pumping in and out of my wet sex with enthusiasm. It's 'wham bam, thank you, ma'am,' and he's done. He shoots a surprising amount of cum into my pussy, which has no time to run out of it as Pete quickly replaces him inside of me.
Pete uses a slow and gentle rhythm to start, gently feeling his way deep into my cum filled hole, but he quickly increases his pace. I can hear the squelching and splashing noises as his now rapidly thrusting cock expels the cum from inside of my pussy and spreads it around our mounds as they mash together. He grunts and arches himself tensely as he holds himself deep in my pussy, filling it with his warm seed.
Both are finished in less than five minutes, and I've only been teased. Their faces are a picture as they stare at me lying on the bed with my legs apart, showing my pulsating pussy with white cum oozing from it to run down my bum.
"That was great; we'll have to do that again later," Pete enthuses.
"That would be nice. Can you be a bit slower next time, perhaps? A girl likes to cum too, you know," I chastise.
"Will you come to the club with us?" pleads Jack.
"I would love to, lads. Could you let me return to my room to put on some more suitable clothes, and I'll meet you downstairs in the foyer at ten?" I suggest. They nod in agreement.
Sauntering past them to the lounge, I gather up my clothes and put on my skirt and T-shirt, using my knickers to wipe the cum from my legs and pussy.
"Here, lads, catch, you can sell these on eBay," I say, tossing my sodden knickers to them.
My Halloween outfit is already laid out in my room, comprising a red thong and a red and black backless halter neck dress that is figure-hugging, clingy, and with a low-cut neckline—decorated in spider-webbing and skulls. Topped off with a witches hat and over-the-knee boots. After showering, I get dressed and look at myself in the mirror, walking up and down the room a few times; nice, however, the dress rides up my legs to the bottom of my bum when walking more than I expected! Adding a coat to wear for the walk to the club finishes my ensemble.
Checking in my coat at the club, the lads gasp as they see my outfit, and most of me, too. The dress is barely covering my bum cheeks, having ridden up walking here, and my boobs are more visible, too, the fabric of the dress having pulled in as well as up! The dress, it seems, moves in many different ways! They must not have got the memo; they are in jeans and T-shirts.
As expected, the club is busy and packed tight with people. We squeeze our way to the bar. My body gets squeezed and fondled, too, as we ease through the crowd—and not only by Pete and Jack!
Drinks got, we find a table, it's clever here you can mark it as occupied, dance, and sit down after. The music is so loud it is difficult to talk, so we watch the crowds dancing and pulsating on the dancefloor for a while. There's lots of flesh being touched and explored, including mine, as Pete and Jack run their fingers up and down my legs.
Standing up and squeezing past Jack, I drag them both to their feet and onto the dance floor. As we have observed, it's not so much dancing as squirming against someone and touching them up. Turning my back on Pete and pushing my bum into his crotch, I can feel his cock press against it. He puts his hands around my waist, pulling me into him.
My arms fly around Jack's shoulders, and I plant my lips onto his, pulling him against me and feeling his cock push against my belly. His hands go to my bum, squeezing and kneading, scrunching my dress up, and exposing my bare bum to John's crotch.
Pete moves his hands up my belly and is soon cupping and squeezing my boobs over my dress, his firm cock pushing harder into my bum. Sandwiched between two cocks, it is bliss!
We squirm around like this, swapping places, smoothing down my dress, and starting over again for what seems like an age.
Pete leaves us for the loo; Jack nuzzles into my neck, hands under my dress, kneading and rubbing my exposed bum. It's naked for all to see. That is until somebody presses up behind me and takes Pete's place. Their hands reached between Pete and me, stroking over my pubic mound and probing the top of my slit. Then move up my body, under the sides of my dress, to eagerly grab my boobs.
The strange hands move away, pulling my boobs free as they do. I quickly cover myself up, but not before all those around me have had a good eyeful. Jack spins me around and grabs at my boobs, squeezing them tightly over my dress before briefly exposing them again and then covering them with his bare hands. He pulled me tightly against his body, his cock pressing firmly at my bum. The music quietens, and we wander off the dancefloor. Making our way back to the table, adjusting myself as we go. Pete is sitting there grinning; he's got some drinks, bottles of water, and a glass of tonic water; good thinking. Gulping down the water greedily and then sipping at the tonic, which again tastes alcoholic. Never mind.