Read part one here.
There was little doubt that Marie-France was the only one in her office who looked forward to Mondays. Although she enjoyed her weekends and didn't really like having to go back to work at the beginning of the week, what she did on Monday evenings made Monday workdays fly by. Her job as an actuary was rather tedious. Digging up research from government and private organizations and working out the life expediencies and values of other human beings was not particularly exciting. Her mathematics and research expertise, although not exactly highly in demand, still ensured that she was reasonably well paid. Unfortunately her co-workers, most at least a decade her senior, tended to be rather dull and unimaginative nerdy types. Admittedly, she looked rather nerdy as well, at least during the day. Graduate school had taken a heavy toll on her finances so she could not afford to be very fashionable.
Once her debts were under control and her savings account showed signs of life, she splurged and arrived to work with a trendy outfit suitable for an attractive twenty-six year old. This raised eyebrows from her colleagues and furrowed stares from her supervisors who tended toward button-down conservative clothing. While she liked attention, attention from coworkers was awkward. She went back to her conservative skirts and saved her flare for evenings and weekends.
It was her habit to arrive early on Mondays so she could finish early. At four o'clock, after saying goodbye to everyone, she causally left the office. Although she had no reason to believe she was ever followed, she always made it a point to take a different route to the club each week. Even if she
was followed, no one would learn her final destination as she always rode the elevator alone.
The old office building complex had been modernized years earlier; the lower floors had shops and offices while the higher floors held high-end condominiums. The developers expected boom times, but the local economy had taken a downturn and many spaces were left vacant. A pair of investors picked up a two-floor side section of the building for a gentleman's health club. The bottom floor consisted of a discrete lobby, a comfortably-sized gym with polished free weights on one side and a well appointed locker-room on the other. A visitor would be surprised that so few men used the weights and might wonder why there were no fitness trainers. The locker-room held a plausible explanation. In addition to the changing area, it had a sauna, steam bath and a whirlpool tub large enough to accommodate twenty bathers. It was more of a relaxation club than fitness club. Eyebrows would still be raised as to why three armed security men worked here.
Inside the locker-room was a spiral staircase leading to the second floor. This was where she worked. The space was originally intended as a large three-bedroom condo. The owners had turned the unfinished kitchen into a bar and combined the living-room, dining room and one bedroom into a large open area. The floor had both tile and wood parquet. Small, thick carpets were surrounded by clusters of seats, usually a love seat or couch and one or two lounge chairs. There were a few hardback chairs, ottomans and stools. There were lots of cushions on the seats and on the floor. Instead of floor-length walls of windows common in modern buildings, this place had old-fashion windows with heavy drapes. Marie-France had peeked behind them a few times only to discover the glass painted with a mirror-like substance. No light got in or out of the club.
There were no bare walls. Dark drapes and floor to ceiling mirrors lined the walls. The effect made the place look much larger than it was. Soft track lights on the ceiling provided most of the illumination, but there were a few wall sconces and a couple of table lamps near the middle parts of the room. The place was not intended to be bright, but neither was it dark. Some of the members sat beside the lights to peruse one of the many newspapers or magazines. Others might gather near one of the two large-screen televisions at either end of the club. These were almost always tuned to a sporting event, but the sound was usually low and did not compete with the music coming from the various small speakers around the club. The music was computer controlled and played a variety of upbeat music. The employees could quickly pull up different music as needed.
Marie-France used her key-card and punch code at the upper floor entrance. She smiled into the camera then entered the vestibule and greeted the guard stationed there. She glanced at his monitors to see there were only a couple of other girls already in the club The inner door opened to the changing room. She put her street clothes in the small locker and took a shower, careful not to wet her hair. She then put on her cocktail dress and heels. After a day in flats, she liked how the heels made her stand so tall.
Two other girls arrived and they all greeted each other warmly. Marie-France applied her make-up in the mirror and chatted with her friends. She stepped back and admired herself in the mirror. She had transformed from bland office worker to an object of desire. She didn't mind the "object" part of that label. She liked how the men admired her and appreciated her for what she did. She buckled the black leather collar around her neck and slipped through the curtain to enter the club.
She walked around to make sure everything was neat and tidy; the place was spotless. None of the members had arrived yet, so she headed over to the bar just in time to join the two other girls. They chatted for a bit until the first pair of men came through the entrance. One wore a white satin robe while the heavier gentleman elected for a thin terrycloth robe. Marie-France recognized them immediately and approached as they took their seats near the other end of the room. "Can I get you gentlemen anything from the bar?" Although she knew their names, she was never to address them by anything other than "sir."
She knew surprisingly little about the individual members of the Premier Club, but she knew enough. They consisted of the elite of the elite; men for whom money was no object. From what she could figure out, annual membership in the club cost nearly as much as her salary. She and the other girls working there were volunteers, technically. Few women would believe she voluntarily submitted herself to such an experience, but the tips she earned would humble the maître d’ at a five-star restaurant.
Coming back with the drink orders, she went to her knees and held out a small silver tray with both hands. Girls who wore stockings quickly learned that fishnets are terribly painful when kneeling on the floor for more than two seconds. She didn't know if the submissive role she was required to play was something demanded by the members or just a gimmick devised by the owners.
She had never met the owners of the club, or least they had never revealed themselves. She heard they were a group of wealthy lawyers and accountants, men who knew men who had serious money and discerning needs. They created a series of shell companies with ubiquitous names so their "clients" could pay an invoice to a sportsman's club or a legal services company or even a research organization. An investigator would have much trouble tying the members to a single organization. She also knew that the club was often rented out for private parties, providing a further degree of legitimacy.
Rising from her knees, she saw Marie-Jose laughing and talking with another man who had only just arrived. The out-of-town members were always amused that there were no fewer than four girls named Marie at the club (at one time there were six!). Marie-Claude would arrive soon but she was not sure if Marie-Eve was working tonight. There were four more girls coming out of the back room, ready to make a pleasant companion for any member who so desired her.
Although they were all Canadians, the girls of the club were an interesting mix of ethnic backgrounds. Most of them were Caucasians because nearly all the members were Caucasians. There were eight Quebec girls of French or Irish descent, one Greek, two Italians, three exotic North Africans, one African (from Haiti, actually), one wispy thin Vietnamese, a dusky Indian, a real Englishwoman with a delightful clipped accent, a pale Russian and two South American girls. Most of them had attended university in Montreal and all of them had regular jobs. Most of the girls were in their twenties, but there were a few in their thirties and one woman in her forties. They had new girls join every once in a while. Regulars might eventually quit, but occasionally they would return either for special events or after a relationship breakup. All the women had some common characteristics: they were physically fit, attractive, poised, quick to smile, and could carry on an intelligent conversation.
The other common characteristic among the women was their passion for casual sex.
The members had only a passing interest in the fitness part of the club. They made use of the locker facilities and enjoyed the cocktails, but it was for the women that they paid their membership dues. They would arrive at the club in the early evening, enjoy a steam bath and relax in the bar. They might chat with other members and admire the women. However, at any time, a gentleman could engage one of the staff in conversation ... which would inevitably lead to a massage, usually a blow job and relaxed fornication. Some members fulfilled their sexual desires right there in the room, but most would request one of the curtains be drawn from the wall to hide their activity from others.
Marie-France saw the new girl as soon as she stepped out from the change room. She looked around, as all newcomers did, and seemed a bit in awe of the place. The Premier Club was certainly out of the ordinary. Julia was quietly introducing her to the other women. She would have been briefed on her role and her responsibilities so she knew what she was getting herself into, and, conversely, what was getting into her. She noticed the two men she had recently served were looking over with interest. New girls were always of interest to the regular members.
A man in a suit arrived and took a seat near one of the big screens. The rules originally required all visitors to wear only a robe while lounging. This would, more or less, make equals of all the members, making them mere men and not the tycoons they appeared to be when dressed in their fine clothing. The rule was eventually relaxed to allow men to come directly from work to the club for a bit of hanky-panky before going home or out to dinner. They could only stay for an hour, however, and only robes were allowed after 8PM. Marie-France recognized this man as a regular and usually wanted nothing more than a blowjob before going home to his wife. She wondered which girl he would pick to service him this evening.
At that moment, Julia came up and introduced her to Rhiannon. The new girl was cute and looked a bit shy. Her white skin looked particularly nice against the black cocktail dress and the heels and the collar suited her well. "Will you be dancing tonight?" Marie-France asked. The girl shook her head. Some of the girls were recruited from strip clubs. This one, obviously, was not. "If you have any questions, you can ask me," she added. The girls at the club were a team. There was no competition ... except to be the most helpful.
As the members left the club, they would leave tips for the staff at the reception desk. They would usually specify which girl, or girls, deserved a tip. Half of that went to the girl and half was pooled and divided equally. At the end of each night, on their attendance card they would vote for which girl deserved a bonus. The top three would receive additional pay for going the extra mile when dealing with their co-workers or members. Some members were not particularly pleasant and any girl who could put up with them and satisfy them deserved the extra credit.
Another robed member entered and sauntered over to the high table with the stools. One of his favorite girls quickly arrived with his regular drink. Her hand was reaching into the folds of his robe to play with his cock. He was an extrovert; after a bit of stimulation, he would have her suck him as he stood at the table. Later, he would take one of the other girls for a ride on the couch. The man was not particularly creative, but he was pleasant enough.
A group of three men arrived and Julia left with Rhiannon to take their drink orders. She could see them smiling and chatting with the new girl. She watched Rhiannon return to serve the drinks by herself. She knelt obediently and one of the members had her sit on the ottoman to chat with them. She looked a bit nervous, or perhaps just overwhelmed.
Marie-France was distracted by other duties but when she looked over again, she saw that the new girl had loosened up and was laughing with the men. The members of the Premier Club were old, there was no denying that. Women who preferred fit young men did not work at this club. Women who liked powerful men who knew the ways of the world were very comfortable in this environment. One thing you could count on here was intelligent conversation. The men were mostly out of shape, but some were still working out in their sixties and could hold their own against younger men. In fact, many of these men out-performed most of the guys Marie-France ad taken home from the dance clubs. Unfortunately, just as many were lazy and expected the girl to do all the work. It was a trade-off.
She saw Julia take the new girl and one of the men to an alcove. Julia closed the curtain and walked away, leaving Rhiannon to service the member. Being "the first" among a group of highly competitive men was a strange badge of honor. She wondered what was going on inside the girl's mind at that moment.
A new member had arrived and Marie-France guided him to a comfortable seat before taking his order. When she returned, she stayed to chat with him. She sat beside him and asked him about where he was from and made sure to smile with interest. She really was interested, though, there was no faking that. She could tell he enjoyed her company and she returned the compliment by resting her hand on his leg as they spoke. He shifted slightly and she gently ran her hand along his thigh as they spoke. She moved in close and he put an arm around her. That was all the encouragement she needed to reach into his robe and feel for his cock and balls. He accommodated her by spreading his legs.
Marie-France fondled the man's testicles. She didn't know much about him, but she knew he was a man of great wealth, power and influence. And she had him by the balls. She often had this thought when with a new member. She, a lower-middle-class working girl, holding so much power in her hand. It always gave her a thrill. She longed for the day when the CEO of her own company would become a member, just for the thrill of holding his big balls in her delicate hand.
Members were reminded that the girls did not kiss; at least not in the main room. What any girl wanted to do behind the curtain was up to her. Marie-France enjoyed kissing and would very much like to kiss this man. That could wait, though. Her job now was to get him nice and hard. She massaged his cock and smiled mischievously, letting him know she liked what she was doing. She knew what made men hard and it was not what she did with her hands. "Where's the coolest place that you've ever ... fucked?" She always hesitated before she used dirty words with a member. It made her seem more naughty.
She used to ask men about the craziest place they've ever fucked or about their wildest sex experience. Marie-France had a lot of experience with men, had gotten laid in some very strange places and had some pretty wild sex, but the stories some of these guys told far surpassed her imagination. Some of these men were not only deep, but very, very dark and downright perverted.
This new member's story was not particularly interesting, so when he asked the question in return, she had an equally tame tale ready. "I went on vacation to Florida with a guy a couple years ago." She was careful not to say boyfriend because some guys were weird about boyfriends. Plus, having sex with a guy was much more naughty than having sex with a boyfriend.
"We went out to some state park to see the alligators and the birds. It was all swamp with only a few big trees. We found this wooden tower thing where we could look out over the swamp. It was four stories high so we could see pretty far. I could see we were the only ones in any direction. There were no animals to look at so I decided to have a bit of fun. When he wasn't looking, I took off my sun dress. I never wear underwear in the summer, so I was only wearing sandals. When he turned around and saw me twirling around, he got really excited. I made him take off his shorts so I could suck him off. I was super horny and wanted to make it right there in the open. So, I leaned against the railing and had him take me from behind!"
"Did you get caught?"
"Almost! I was suppose to watch the trail to see if anyone came along, but I wasn't paying attention. God, I was so turned on I think I had my eyes closed most of the time. We heard some kids shouting as they climbed up the stairs. I barely had time to put on my dress when a whole family came up on the deck. They just smiled at us, I'm sure they didn't know what we were doing. That was pretty close."
Between her story and her handiwork, the man was now firmly erect. "Oh my! What have we here?" she asked, huskily. "Would you like me to kiss it? Or would you like to go behind the curtain?" He nodded at her suggestion for the curtain, so she got up and took him by the hand toward the wall. She pulled the heavy drapes to shut off the rest of the room and put her hand back beneath his robe. She still had his attention.
She sat him in the chair and knelt between his knees. She learned long ago that men do not appreciate being teased so she opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the head of his cock. She pressed her head forward, taking as much as she was comfortable. Her hands went to his balls to fondle them once more. His hands moved to her head and his fingers gently entwined in her hair. Her head bobbed up and down as she sucked his thick cock. "Mmmm, this is so good," she murmured, coming up for a breath.
She was never sure if a guy just wanted to be sucked off or was just using that as a prelude to sex. So, she continued sucking, varying her technique occasionally. "Let me see you without that dress, darling," he finally said. She looked him in the eye and gave him a few long licks before standing up. She pulled the dress from her shoulders and let it fall slowly to her feet. She smiled and turned for him to admire. She had a great body and loved when a guy could appreciate her. This man was no exception. He smiled and leaned forward to put his hands around her waist.
"Do you want met to get a condom?" She had made note of the colored band on his bracelet indicating that he had been recently tested. He would have noticed hers as well. She always asked, even for regulars who went bareback with her. He nodded and she took a package from the decorative box on the table. She sucked him some more and rolled the condom on with a practiced ease. He gestured for her to lay back.
Some guys liked to go down on a girl before sex, but he was not one of them. He pressed his cock slowly into her opening. She was plenty wet and accommodated him with little effort. She watched his face as he entered. He was really enjoying the experience. "That feels so good," she said, in complete honesty. She liked sex, of course, but there was something extra erotic about having an immensely powerful man between her legs.
She knew these men had their choice of women, but when they selected her, if only temporarily, she felt special. She didn't kid herself about their ambitions. She and her colleagues were there to help them relax and get their rocks off, sexual playthings of the rich and powerful. Most of the men were married, usually to old women who were no longer sexually desirable. Even those with trophy wives were inclined to take a younger woman now and then. Here, they could do so without scrutiny.
He was thrusting in and out now, lost in the moment. Many of these older men had trouble getting and keeping an erection. The club kept a small cache of pharmaceuticals for those who needed it. She wasn't sure if this man had used such preparations, but he was delightfully hard inside her. She ran her hands along his sides and spread her legs wider to allow him more depth. She closed her eyes and enjoyed herself.
After a few moments, he pulled her legs up to his chest and gripped her shoulders. He was in the grip of passion now, breathing heavily. Her head lay back and she moaned slightly at each thrust. Was he ready to cum? "I want you to cum in my mouth. I want to taste you." She used to ask men if they wanted to cum in her mouth, but telling them what she wanted was more erotic.
"OK, get ready," he said and pulled out of her. She slid to her knees as he pulled the condom off. She shoved his cock in her mouth and sucked furiously. He held the back her head and thrust into her in time. "Ah!" he moaned, "Get ready." She held his balls in one hand and used the other hand to pump the base of his cock. She kept her lips wrapped around the head, running her tongue on the bottom of the shaft. "Get ready," he repeated. She felt his balls pulse as the first shot of semen jetted into her mouth. She pulled back a little so he could see the second spurt splash onto her tongue. She continued to suck until his cock stopped pulsing.
She held her mouth open like a porn star so he could see what he had done. He was looking down with a slight smile. She closed her eyes and swallowed. "That was good." She licked her lips in emphasis. "Do you have any more for me?" She opened her mouth and took his softening cock back inside. She didn't try to suck him, just play with him gently. Few men could stay hard right after cumming. She was just massing his cock with her lips.
He had to sit down. She continued to play with his cock until he caught his breath. She wrapped her arms around him in a hug and he returned the embrace, but she could tell his heart was not in it. He was happy, though, so she did her job. Hopefully the next guy would help her reach orgasm.
They chatted for a few minutes before he left the confines of the curtained area. The rule was that the men must leave first and the girls would tidy up and return later. That gave him a chance to make an exit if he wanted. She put her dress back on and quietly returned the curtains to their original position.
Marie-France noticed that the new girl was blowing the man in the suit. Julia was nowhere to be seen; probably behind one of the curtains with another member. Rhiannon seemed to be doing a good job because the member was looking very happy. She watched as the girl's head bobbed up and down on his lap. When he came, she slowed down. It was obvious that she swallowed his load when she looked up with a grin. She could see the man thanking her and slump back in his seat. The new girl dutifully put away his penis, zipped him up and closed the belt. She sat with him for a bit then excused herself to go to the toilet. Marie-France joined her there.
"How are you getting along?" she asked.
She paused to consider the question before answering. "Good. I think I like it." Marie-France smiled then answered a few questions about policies and procedures.
Julia arrived then and gave Rhiannon and hug. "I think she is going to be very popular tonight. Two members already!" The new girl grinned. "It's getting close to eight. We should get ready."
Many members preferred to arrive after 8 o'clock. Things were much more relaxed then. A few at a time, the women returned to the changing room. Any uninitiated member, impressed by the attire of the women working there, would be astonished upon their return from the change room.
Before Marie-France reentered the main room with Julia and Rhiannon, she took a few moments to admire the new girl. Her breasts were small but high and firm and had lovely dark-pink nipples. Her white skin was clear but for a few tasteful tattoos. Many of the club girls had one or two tasteful tattoos, only two were heavily tattooed because most members did not care for that. However, a few really liked a fully inked girl so they always had a couple on staff.
Nearly all the men in the club were turned toward the change room in anticipation of their arrival. Julia took the new girl by the hand and returned to the three men they were attending earlier. Marie-France strolled over to the man at the high table to see if he needed anything. He wanted to be touched, of course, and do some touching himself.
He ran his hand along Marie-France's back, caressing her smooth ass. She responded by reaching into his robe, first to play with the hair on his chest, then to work her way further down to his cock. He was already rigid; whether from her touch or the blowjob he received earlier, Marie-France did not know. His hand made its way between her thighs and gently parted her lips. Yes, she was already wet. Most of the fucking in the club happened right after 8PM, so she had applied a bit of lube before leaving the change room.
The man was working his finger between her lips as she continued to stroke his cock. He often took girls right there and she wondered if he would bend her over the stool or make her sit on it. She was quite enjoying his fingering; the man knew what he was doing and liked to please his women. His free hand stroked her breasts, paying particular attention to her nipples. Marie-France was getting very aroused.
He pulled away from her and let his robe fall open. His cock sprang up between the folds of fabric and Marie-France bent to suck it. He gave her only a few moments before turning her around to present her ass. His cock slid slowly into her and she relished every inch of it. His thrusting was slow and relaxed. He liked to take girls this way, just taking his time and enjoying himself. He often took several girls this way each night he visited. Once he made it a point to fuck every single girl in the club. He spent only ten or fifteen minutes with each, but it was something he was proud of, for sure.
Marie-France looked around the room. The Argentine girl was doing a slow dance on the pole on the other side of the room. Two men were sitting in front of her, a girl kneeling between each of their legs. A few of the curtained areas were closed off, other members being serviced. The remaining women were waiting on the few men left unengaged; sauntering around the room, enticing the holdouts.
What made the evening special is that the girls removed their cocktail dresses. They waited on the members wearing only high heels and collars. Some girls elected to wear stockings occasionally, but for the most part, they were all nude. When they served drinks now, instead of kneeling, they bent at the waist. The girls learned to expect a gentle fondling or playful slap at most any time. Their bodies were even more available for the members to admire and caress at their whim.
One of the veteran girls told Marie-France that the owners were more concerned about a woman's body than her face. "Makeup" she said, "can make an ordinary girl look like a goddess, but only a goddess has the body of a goddess." She was quite right. There were no misshapen bodies among the women (in sharp contrast to the men). They all had beautiful breasts, large or small, shapely legs, smooth buttocks and stomachs. Some of the girls were obviously athletic, but even those with the best bodies did not necessarily work out. "Good breeding stock," her friend referred to them all.
The man behind her moved his hands from her hips to her breasts and continued working his cock in and out of her pussy. She closed her eyes luxuriously and wondered what her coworkers were doing right now. Probably sitting in front of the television watching some show about people having fun. He slowed down and leaned over next to her face. "Bring me that new girl."
With some disappointment, Marie-France straightened slowly. His cock slipped out of her and she turned and pressed into the man. "That was nice." She emphasized the remark by giving his cock a gentle squeeze. It was still quite wet from her juices. She resisted the temptation to bend over and suck it some more. She looked back over the room and saw the new girl walking toward the bar. She was pleased to notice that she wore the butt-plug. Girls who were prepared for anal sex inserted a butt-plug with a big glass gem at the end. It signaled to the members that she was both ready and able.
She walked over quickly lest another man grab her. She smiled and in a singsong voice said "Rhiannon, your presence is requested!" She returned the smile and raised one eyebrow. "Are you ready for a little more action." She grinned and nodded, following Marie-France back to the high table. "Sir, may I introduce to you, Rhiannon?"
The new girl said hello, bowed slightly and offered her hand. Some men choose to kiss the girl's hand, other gently shook it as they introduced themselves. This man gave her hand one quick shake and pulled her in close. Rhiannon giggled as she almost fell against him. "So," he began, "is this your first night here?"
"Yes, sir."
"You are being well looked after?" She smiled and nodded. "Well, maybe you can look after me." Marie-France would normally slip away at this point, but she knew he liked to have more more than one girl at time, on occasion. Besides, Marie-France was curious about the new kid.
The man slid his hand down over her stomach and then between Rhiannon's legs. His eyebrows shot up when he encountered the jeweled butt-plug. "Oh, you are a
naughty girl!" She smiled. Marie-France watched the girl's face as the man started fingering her. Her eyes closed and her mouth opened in pleasure. "You want me to fuck your little ass?" he whispered.
"Yes, sir."
"Yes, sir, what?"
"Yes, sir. I would like you to fuck my ass," she replied hoarsely. Marie-France pressed in close to the girl and caressed her back and stomach. All the girls in the club were comfortable with women, some more so than others. Marie-France quite liked women but adored a good hard cock. For her, a three-some with another girl was heaven on earth and, like the men, she often found the newcomers very interesting.
Marie-France's hand slipped between Rhiannon's legs to feel the man's fingers sliding in an out of her. She used her own fingers to massage the girls lips then slid a finger inside as well. Rhiannon was moaning openly as the fingers of two strangers gently probed her. Marie-France took the liberty of tweaking the girl's nipples and her legs started to shake.
Men were not allowed to kiss the girls in the common room, but girls could kiss each other. Marie-France brought her face close to Rhiannon and smelled the warm sweet breath coming from her mouth before pressing in against her lips. Rhiannon opened her mouth, practically begging for Marie-France's tongue. Her new friend complied and the two women kissed passionately. She could feel the man squeeze her ass, but Marie-France's attention was on the new girl. Between her legs, she could feel the wetness oozing between her lips. She was ready. The man sensed this, too, and re-positioned himself behind Rhiannon. Marie-France felt the cock with her fingers and guided it between Rhiannon's lips. She rubbed it against her opening to lube it up and ease the passage in.
As his cock entered her, Rhiannon moaned directly into Marie-France's mouth. The older woman responded by pinching her nipples and the girl moaned once more. She alternated between massaging the girl's clit and holding the man's balls. She pulled away and looked at her. Marie-France knew a woman looked most desirable in the heat of passion.
"Come here, baby," he said as he pulled out, "taste your pussy." Rhiannon turned around and bent to suck the man's cock. Marie-France dipped her fingers into the girl's pussy; it was warm and very wet. She knew what was coming next so she started playing with the jeweled plug, easing it back slightly to help loosen up the girl. She then removed it completely and pressed it back inside a few times.
"You want it in the ass, don't you?" he murmured.
"Mmm-hmmm!" she replied, her mouth full of cock. Marie-France knelt to run her tongue through Rhiannon's pussy lips and up to her ass. She rimmed her for a few moments, careful to leave behind as much spit as she could manage.
Marie-France looked up at the man who had so recently taken her and smiled knowingly. He grinned back and had Rhiannon turn and put her elbows on the tall stool. Marie-France spread the girl's cheeks and he pressed the head of his cock to her opening. Rhiannon moaned as the cock slowly worked its length into her ass. "That's a good girl," Marie-France said.
With the new girl's legs spread wide, Marie-France knelt beneath and watched as the man's cock thrust back and forth, his balls swinging in rhythm. Awkwardly, she got closer and began licking her clit. His balls bounced against her face as she did so and she found this terribly exciting. She reached between her own legs to play with her clit as she ministered to the girl's needs.
She could hear moans from above. He was going to cum. Marie-France had hoped she'd get fucked once more, but she'd already been fucked twice so she was not too put off. "Oh," he cried softly, "oh, god." His strokes ceased and he put his arm around the girl's waist. Marie-France licked a bit longer before standing to kiss Rhiannon. The man began to pull out slowly and the new girl shuddered.
The girl was tottering so Marie-France steadied her and kissed her cheek. The gentleman leaned back against the high stool and took a few deep breaths. Marie-France smiled and winked at him. He grinned back in reply. When she recovered, Rhiannon turned to embrace him and kiss his check. He smiled even more at this, and gave her a playful slap on the ass. The two girls thanked him and went back to the change area to clean up.
"You're pretty good at this," Marie-France said when they left the main room. "You like older guys?"
"Sure. I don't care, I just like a guy who knows what he's doing." She thought a moment as she fixed her make-up. "Or at least know how to fuck me. Too many guys just want to stick it in and get their rocks off. They're just retarded." She rolled her eyes in emphasis.
"Well, we have a few of those here, but most of the men know what they want and know how to get it. They like being catered to and fussed over so long as you know your role, you can have fun ... and be successful. There are few that like to turn off everything and just be mamma's boys, but they'll only do that behind the curtains."
"What's that like?" Rhiannon asked.
"It's kinda weird. They just want you to hug them and hold them and they just want to be cuddled. I had a guy break down and cry on me a couple of times. You'd never suspect that because he looks like an absolute bull. Sometimes you'll get a guy that wants you to use a dildo, a strap-on. You'll know you've made it when you can screw a banking executive in the ass." She chortled and Rhiannon outright laughed.
"Hey, thanks for being with me out there," Rhiannon said when she returned from the toilet. "That was really great." She moved in close to Marie-France and kissed her lightly on the cheek.
"You want to do that again sometime?" The girl smiled and nodded.
After completing their toilet, they returned to the common room. The little stage was now occupied by two girls locked in a sixty-nine while three members stood nearby watching. One of them was being sucked off by another girl. Quite a few of the curtains were closed off, but there were still a few girls wandering around, attending to the men who were still left. One of them, she noted, showed clear signs of a spanking. The gentleman who had so recently engaged the two friends was now lounging on a couch with one of the older women. His legs were spread and she was playing with his balls beneath his robe while they talked.
Julia returned from one of the curtained areas to check in with Rhiannon. "Everything's good?" she asked. Rhiannon explained how she and Marie-France had worked together. "Oh, good! A lot of the guys who can't get it up still like to watch the girls," she gestured toward the stage, "so if you like that, that's good."
Jessica, the slim Algerian with the bright green eyes, approached. "One of the members would like to meet you," she said to Rhiannon with a wink and a laugh. She said goodbye to her new friends and walked off. Jessica took her hand and led her to a portly member who enjoyed the younger ladies.
Marie-France asked Julia about the girl. "One of the guys, I don't know who, sent in some photos last night and said she would be perfect. She must have got the phone interview this afternoon and checked out. She's only supposed to be around for a week or two but she's coming back in the fall for college I guess."
"With Roxy and Sasha away, we could use the help ," Marie-France replied. "I hear we may be busy on Thursday." Members were not required to book in advance, but most had the good sense to let the club know they might stop in. This gave the management an opportunity to make sure they had sufficient staff.
The club was only open on Mondays and Thursdays. It was, after all, a working man's club. They sometimes had special openings on other days, particularly if a member wanted to host a private gathering with some VIP's ...
real very important people. He would specify which girls he wanted and pay to have the club open only for him and his guests. The girls who attended these events were richly rewarded in tips as the VIP's tended to be a bit demanding.
Monday was typically the busier of the two regular days. Marie-France speculated that after a weekend at home with the fat wife or mooching kids, a man wanted to let off steam. Sometimes all they wanted was to get a massage or just talk to a pretty girl without any pretense. Some of the members, she knew, had never taken a girl. A lot of times they just liked watching the girls in action or maybe seeing another member bend a girl over a stool and give it to her.
The regulars had their favorite girls and the girls had their favorite members. One of Marie-France's personal favorites arrived and she gave him a big smile. She didn't run over right away, but took her time in case he should want the attentions of another woman. That happened often enough that she was prepared. No man here was married to any of the girls and this particular man was a favorite of more than a few women of the club. He was always quick to smile and was passionate about life, not just sex. He was the sort of man woman wanted to be around. Men wanted to be around him, too, as he always attracted a few of the other members. He had the sort of charisma that would make a cult leader envious.
She knew he was married but the fact that he was a regular indicated that he wanted more from life than what his wife offered. Marie-France was more than happy to oblige in her present capacity.
They greeted each other warmly and sat together on the couch. He called over another girl to fetch him a drink as he wanted to enjoy Marie-France's company. They spoke for a while before retiring behind one of the curtains. Marie-France took off his robe and gave him a thorough massage. She particularly liked to make this man happy. She often fantasized about being his wife. She would gladly share him with other women, just to have the opportunity to spend more time with him. It was not the wealth she thought about, she just liked the idea of being in his company and being able to go out in public with her on his arm.
When he rolled to his side, she slid into his arms and they kissed like lovers. Marie-France pushed him onto his back with a smile. She watched his face as she played with his erection. He was one of the few men who did not need help getting hard. She slid between his legs and kissed the head of his cock before opening her mouth to suck him. He let out a sigh and held his hand against her face.
After about ten minutes, he stopped her and had her lay on her back. Usually he'd go down on her, but tonight, he grabbed a condom and applied it while looking at her. She lay their, her legs spread to receive him, and wished he would one day forgo the condom so she could feel his cum inside her. Another of her fantasies was to carry his child. She would imagine him coming to her and telling her he wants another son but his wife was unable to bear children. He couldn't divorce his wife so he wanted Marie-France to have a baby with him. He would support them financially and he would visit them in their downtown apartment.
Between her fantasy and his quick thrusts, she came. The orgasm flowed through her, making her skin tingle in pleasure. He rolled her over and took her doggy style. The man had remarkable energy. She knew he worked out, just by his muscles, but she also knew he was pretty seriously into running. His hands gripped her hips, using them for leverage. In times like this, she really did feel like a dog, "I'm your bitch," she thought to herself. She reached between her legs and felt him thrusting into her. She smeared her own juices on her fingers and rub her clit. The second orgasm came quickly.
He pushed her flat and straddled her. She didn't really like anal sex, but would gladly do so for him. He never showed any interest, though. He was much more traditional. In fact, he was not a particularly good lover. Oh, he was certainly better than most, but he was not imaginative. Her attraction to him was not due to his wealth or skills in bed, but his magnetic personality. She would willing suck his cock for an hour just to be with him.
He moaned as she shot his load. Marie-France pictured the condom swelling with his seed. How she longed to have that sticky fluid flowing inside of her instead. He remained on top of her for a few moments before easing back and laying beside her. She kissed him then knelt up. She grabbed a few tissues and removed the condom. She pulled the softening cock into her mouth and gently sucked him. She knew he really liked that, and she liked the fact that she was doing something he enjoyed.
He stopped her and pulled her up next to him. He was one of the few men who enjoyed cuddling after sex. They remained together, saying nothing for several minutes. She listened to his breath and felt his heart beating. He would leave soon and she might not see him for weeks. When he came back, he might just take another girl instead of her, but she was happy for the moment and there was not much point thinking about the future.
In the two years that she had worked at the Premier Club, she had been invited to several parties. Some in hotel suites, some in beautiful mansions on the mountain or near the lake. Sometimes she would fuck the host, sometimes one or more guests. Those were always fun. She could pretty much do as she wanted and she really liked to party on those occasions.
She had accepted the invitation of a couple of members to go away for the weekend. The first time, she was flown to New York and stayed in a nice room in a beautiful hotel. Her sponsor was staying in the same hotel, on a different floor, with his wife. He would make an excuse to go to the gym and visit Marie-France in her room and get an entirely different workout. She didn't like the fact that he let himself into her room at five in the morning and expected her to be ready for him, but that was her job for two and a half days. He'd come in, fuck her silly and go back to his wife. He gave her a few hours each day when he knew he would be unable to see her, and those were the times she was free to explore and shop.
The man beside her had recovered. He gave her a kiss on the lips and rose slowly, putting on his robe. She stood and gave him a hug before he left. "What would a weekend with
him be like?" she thought, and let the fantasy go as she cleaned up. She pulled the curtain and walked to the change area. He was not in the room. He never stayed around.
Rhiannon was in the change room when she arrived. She looked very happy and this help lift Marie-France's spirits. She told her about her experience with the portly member and then they returned to the main room. It was pretty quiet now. The new girl was soon snapped up by another member. Marie-France served drinks and chatted with the other girls until it was time to close the club.
Once the members had gone downstairs, the girls dressed then cleaned up the club so it was ready for the next opening or event. The girls left in couples, never alone. Marie-France road the elevator with Julia and Rhiannon. She gave wrote down her phone number and gave it to the new girl. Julia grinned at Marie-France. The girls walked to the metro station and embraced once another before going their separate ways.
On the train, Marie-France looked around at the other late night travelers. They looked tired and defeated. Through the reflection in the glass, she looked at the satisfied smile on her own face. She liked Mondays.
