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The Lady and The Whore
A short story, written by Katy Scott
03:00 am Saturday
The rain storm is furious outside my windows.....I can see the lightning flashes through the curtains. Why am I awake at this hour of the morning, its just gone 3 am and I'm on a buzz...... I have a storyline in my head that needs to be written down because if I don't then I will lose it entirely... cest la vie!
Beside me on the table is a half eaten slab of fruit and nut chocolate, a cold half d*unk cup of coffee, an ashtray that once would have been overflowing with butts, now overflows with chewed gum - equally disgusting habit! My pc is open - the notepad is open and waiting to receive the first typed words of my storyline..... And why is this page blank? why have I not set down the words, my voice has been silenced, and you may call it writers block..... but for the life of me I cannot think of how my opening line should be!
All the famous writers when asked how important is the opening line of their best seller, everyone seems to agree that the opening line should grab the readers attention immediately............. and here I sit chewing a thumb nail racking my brain for a decent opening line...... it cant be THAT difficult, can it? Its not that I'm a famous fiction writer, heck I'm only a once published writer of short, saucy or sexy stories....as my dad would say I titillate my readers imaginations and minds, make then consider IF the grass is greener or could they 'get away with it'?
A few hours ago I was sitting relaxing after a particularly heavy day of housework drudgery and looking after my neighbours two little boys - the rascals, both of them. It started out as a favour and quickly turned into an almost full time job. Believe me the money is very welcome - but, kids? I don't have any of my own and never wanted them......well as I was saying a few hours ago I was relaxing watching mindless television when I heard a knock at my door. I looked through the peep hole and saw it was a couple of uniformed police officers. I opened the door and they were carrying out a neighbourhood search for a man they wanted for questioning......blah, blah, blah..... The younger copper looked like a right Charlie but his older colleague was oooooooo ever so 'do-able' nudge nudge wink wink..... I barely glanced at the e-fit picture they had of the man they wanted, but even at the glance I knew I wouldn't know him. I hardly ever went outdoors during the day and if I did it was to take the boys to the local park. At night, now that was different - my life is, as I say to family and friends 'I live my life my way because it suits me to do so'......by day I'm a child minder, a collector of school kids, feeder, friend and stand-in mum. But, by night, I am who I am..... I'm a writer, a massage therapist, a clothes designer, a seamstress, a milliner, a chef, a lover, and a lady and a whore!
Very recently, I lost my job, its not relevant to this story as to why, its just so you know why I do odd jobs...... anyway, very recently I thought I would try out a little experiment..... one that crosses my role as a clinical masseuse with the use of my body included and not just my hands..... Gasp! shock! horror! That was mums first reaction, until she saw the money sitting on my dining room table! That was a couple of nights ago...... and it still looks like a huge amount of money compared to the minute amount I made as a straight masseuse....... Now, just how do I convey this story across to you so that you aren't left reeling and feeling a slight sense of discomfort? I think its time for a coffee refill - and a breath of fresh air - the rain has gone and the grumblings have died down. Think I will take my cup of java with me!!
5 minutes later.........
I'm walking along the Thames river, it looks oily and smooth, no-one is around but me and the air smells clean and fresh.....and I let my thoughts drift away to last weekend where this all started.......
What started out as a joke between my friends and I seems to have gained a momentum with a speed born of desperate need and a longing to reach out and help..... Don't get me wrong, I am no oil painting but I do have a good sense of humour, and I am a very friendly person. So I believe that I have a small niche market open up to me and what I can do to help. We were all round at Mezz's place, some wine flowed, well a lot of wine flowed and eventually as always the conversation got very debauched and I don't recall who first brought it up but we had been discussing my recent lack of serious employment, when Mezz asked quite out of the blue if I had ever considered doing 'erotic massages'. After the hue and cry had died down, I said no I hadn't but what was his reasoning behind the question, never thinking I would put his plan into action..... He said that there were ever so many lonely guys out there (waving his hand in the general direction of the outside world). Dylan piped up agreeing with Mezz and then the rest of the party had their 2 pence worth. I tried to explain that the training I had received as a formal masseuse kept strict rules of conduct and behaviour towards the client. The only form of massage that I could honestly say came into contact with the clients nether regions or for that matter a woman’s' breasts, was Swedish Body massage - and then ONLY with the clients approval. So Gail said that if I was massaging her and I touched her breasts, she would bitch slap me, to which a chorus of boos sent her off to the kitchen to retrieve yet another bottle of wine. When she returned Mezz quickly said that if Gail was of the bi-sexual persuasion or even a full lesbian and was ever so lonely or in need of a 'helping hand' that I would be the person to call...... Gail looked over at me and said with a wink, if she was bi or lesbian - I wouldn't need to do sordid massages! to which the rest of the party ooo-ed and ah-ed, but realistically I said to Mezz, how much could I charge for one of these erotic massages? If I charge a client a tenner for a half hour massage and fifty pence per mile travel.... Mezz said he would look into what the going rate was, got up and went through to his bedroom. Gail is Mezz's partner for lack of a better word - although there is no permanence nor exclusivity in their relationship, I have always seen them together and never with anyone else. I'm a new comer to this circle of friends, I was introduced to them by a friend, who just happens to be a jazz saxophonist and a damn good one too. We aren't the only Buddhists in this group. There is Kevin and Karen, Kevin introduced me to Buddhism, Karen and Kevin recently got engaged, which I am very happy about. Then there is Mouse, my friend, myself whom I will just call 'The Whore', Basil and Brian a gay couple and Donald, Peter and Richard - the three of whom I believe are either single, gay or unhappily married but I have never seen them with anyone but themselves.... Mezz returned to the sitting room and handed over a pile of business cards and said have a look..... I did and had I not been sitting on the floor - would have fallen down. Mezz had printed out a set of business cards for me the front of the cards was the straight massage and on the back was my 'mobile number’..... not my real mobile number....... and the wording could be taken as either straight or if your mind ran to the nether regions, then that's how it came across. Mezz then asked if I had any photos of me doing sexy things....... I looked him in the eye and lied through my teeth and said No! The only reason I lied to my friend was more out of embarrassment of being asked a question like that in front of my friend Mouse. Had he not been there I wouldn't have lied - well I don't think I would have......... However, this conversation wasn't the only shock to come out of that night.
Walking me home, Mouse, who isn't much taller than me, took my hand and held it fingers entwined, all the way back to my place. I asked him in for coffee - as we are both addicted to coffee, he said yes. It wasn't too late and we were sitting on the floor in my sitting room listening to one of Mouse's cd's when he leaned towards me and said quietly that if I were to go ahead with the erotic massage may he be the first to 'book' me. I smiled because as soon as he said it I was going to say no way never in a million years.....but what stopped me saying that was the look of such need and want that I took his hand brought it to my mouth and kissed his fingers, and said yes of course. Mouse then said he needed to leave as he had band practice in the later morning and I walked him to the door. Mouse only ever tried once to kiss me, a long time ago but nothing ever happened. I must tell you that Mouse is married - happily and has 2 grown up kids, what he lacks at home is the physical side of the relationship. God, don't all marriages end up like that? why are most wives such cold fish? Mind you I shouldn't bemoan the fact that there are all these desperately lonely men just wanting a bit of 'love' and attention.......And that is where I need to leave my thoughts for now. I am out of coffee and chewing gum so I'm heading home and I will continue this a bit later.
20:45 pm Tuesday
I left Phil sitting on the arm of my chair and walked towards one of the waiters circling the room and asked him if he knew where my massage plinth had been moved to, Yes Ma'am, it's in the corner of the first bedroom, down the passage and to your right. Thank you, I said and left the room - Inside I thought I felt all eyes on my back, watching the whore leave the room about to practice her nefarious arts....... I doubt anyone actually thought that, but a person's mind can make you believe anything...... I reached the door to the room the waiter had mentioned and as a courtesy; I knocked.... just as well I did, because I walked into a room that smelled of sex - new fresh sex, yummy...... Let me tell you this now, before I forget! I LOVE sex, any sex is better than no sex, whether its a quickie or a full long drawn out session over a weekend - to me sex is the be all and end all of humanity. I'm talking about kind sex, loving sex not sex that degrades and hurts...... This is my belief and I don't expect anyone to agree with me! I walked over towards my plinth and started to unzip the bag, when I heard a sigh, it sounded like a well satisfied sigh.....I looked around to see who had sighed, and noticed a pile of coats and jackets on the massive bed were 'breathing'...... I left my plinth and walked over to the bed and pulled the coats back slightly and saw a pair of bright green eyes and flaming red hair, a rosebud mouth that looked bruised from kissing, pulling the coats back further, I saw she was naked and as she made no move to cover herself, I saw her milk white barely a handful breasts...... Her left arm was above her head - and her right arm was across her belly...... I smiled at her, a gentle smile and with my free hand I used my pointer finger nail and ran it over her nipple..... just then another hand came out of the jackets and coats and took a handful of her hair and drew her back under the coats. I moved round to the other side of the bed and drew the coats back to reveal the face of the hand owner, a young man, these two had been in the room when I arrived but were one of the first to leave....now I know where they disappeared to..... He had jet black hair and the palest grey eyes possible, an olive skin that belied the accent - Hiya, he said..... care to join us? The lilting Irish brogue, the heady smell of sex, the sight of the flame haired girl giving him fellacio was almost more than I can bear..... I snapped myself away and said laughingly, No thanks hun - I have a room full of people back there who are hoping to join me in some of my own games - would you two care to join me?..... What kind of games he asked, sex, sex and more sex I laughed - I felt so totally relaxed, no stage fright, no jitters - This is my stage, this is my art this I know I am very good at.....
I went back to setting out my plinth and then the covering sheet for it and then I laid out the oils that are considered aphrodisiacs....or sex enhancer....which does not mean they make men who ejaculate prematurely, ejaculate later or make non stayers, stayers..... This works on the olfactory system in the brain and it is my belief that your brain is the biggest sex organ of anyone's body..... The smells of certain essential oils (derived from plants) do cause a heightened sense of sexual arousal and do stimulate the sex organs from the brain...... I was just doing the finishing touches when Phil walked into the room, he smiled his dazzling smile and walked right up to me and right into my personal space.... and without touching me, leaned into me and I leaned into him - as our lips met, just brushed each others, there was a yelp from beneath the coats and Phil strode over to the bed and yanked the coats off the pair of lovers. A very pink faced girl emerged from the scene her hair tousled and her bruised lips, god she was lick able........ her legs seemed to take forever to reach the floor - coltish legs, pale almost translucent white skin, and shining with sweat. Then the black head appeared and the Irish brogue crashed in on my bi thoughts of the girl, aw Phil, why'd ya break up a good partay? Phil turned back to me and held his hand out to me - inviting me to take his hand....I did, and he introduced me to his assistant - names now are unimportant to me - I have a scent in my nose and that is all consuming, I feel so horny I want the flame haired girl........ I want Phil I want everyone; as many as possible.....I want to give them so much pleasure! Phil was saying something to the young man, but I didn't hear what was said......the girl was standing right in front of me - naked and wanting, she placed her hand on my left breast and used her thumb to stir my nipple fully erect...... She looked into my eyes and a small smile flittered across her rosebud mouth. both my hands found something to hold onto, my left hand found her right tit and nipple and my right hand found her smooth, cum slick pussy, I felt for her womanhood, her pleasure centre and when I had it between thumb and forefinger, I made a gentle wanking motion. Because she is a lot taller than I am, I broke away from our kiss and fell to my knees in front of her and with my face I delved deep into her pussy, I spread her lips with both hands and exposed her clit which I licked and sucked and nibbled, every so often leaving her lips and using my finger to delve her deepest recesses. I was aware that we were no longer alone, I knew Phil was standing very close to me, I knew that a lot of people were watching this with emotions running from greed and envy to disgust....... She smelled well fucked, but the cum didn't taste of anything.... I glanced up at her and realised she was feeling uncomfortable standing bent kneed so I motioned towards the plinth, we all moved in that direction. I directed her up onto the plinth and got her lying face down.... I then proceeded to remove my clothes; Phil stepped up towards me and took my dress from me, which left me with just my bra and knickers on. I got some carrier oil and some Ylang-Ylang oil and combined them - poured some into the palm of my hand and rubbed my hands together. I applied the oil to her back using light effleurage movements - meaning I used the entire flat hand, moving from her shoulders down the flanks over the hips and moving in towards the centre of her body round the lowest part of her gluteus maximus or her bum.... up over the highest point of her bum down into the hollow curve of her back and up the centre of her spine - each time I repeated this movement, I got closer to the outside of her breasts and going over her bum became closer to going through the canyon. The backs of her thighs was starting at the outer most edge and working the entire back and bum and thigh and gradually moving closer and closer towards her centre every second or third pass I would spread her legs just that little bit more. Then, when I got to the point of trying not to touch her pussy and copper penny, I rolled her onto her back, exposing all of her to everyone. She was dripping with her own lube and before I touched her, I bet over her and took a deep sniff of her cunt. I then pulled her legs wide open and using my middle finger, I scooped up some of her love juice and sucked it off my finger.....Mmmmmmmmmmm god she tastes so good. Out the corner of my eye I could see a pew people had already given in to fondling themselves and or a partner. Phil, Mouse and a few others were watching me intently - I love it when people want to learn new things..... I'm learning too.....!
I reach for my oils and Phil hands me the carrier oil bottle and I put some into my hand and pass the bottle back to him, he also puts a bit of oil into his hand and puts the bottle on the table nearby. He steps closer towards the plinth and looks at me, almost asking the question, may I? I nod once and he rubs his hands together and places his hands onto the girls abdomen, looking to me for guidance, I take his wrists and move his hands up the girls sides, up over her underarms and onto her shoulders and down between her breasts. Down the centre of her stomach and up her sides again, each time his hands getting closer and closer to her breasts.... I lean towards him and he notices and we kiss tongues hotly pursuing each other, hungrily. Just then, Mouse steps up behind me and undoes my bra and throws it on the bed, standing behind me he to gets some oil and rubs it onto my breasts and using concentric circles, moves his hands slowly down towards my pubic area. Kimberly, I realise is on her knees in front of me and is pulling my knickers off me, I step out of my knickers and she kneels up and put her face into my pussy, I am so wet I have strings of love juice dripping from me..... From behind, Mouse fingers my pussy and gets his head between my legs as he spreads my ass cheeks and licks my pussy, dipping his tongue in and out of my cunt. I look over at Phil and he has his entire hand inside the girl’s cunt and she is writhing in ecstasy - he looks over at me and mouths to me, I want you! I nod ever so slightly and then extricate myself from my two lovers and walk towards Phil. He removes his hand and I catch it and lick it clean and I bend over the flame haired girl and I tongue her clit while my thumb and 3 fingers work her ass and pussy. Phil has removed all his clothing and I feel the heat of him behind me - up close and on me.... his cock feels silky smooth and hard and mmmmmmmmmmm dripping....I want to taste him before anyone else gets there first. so I stop playing with the girl and turn towards Phil, we kiss so hard and deep my hand goes down to his beautiful cock and I run my thumb over his glans and in the middle of our kiss I share his precum taste him and oh he tastes so good! I ask him if he wants a massage and he shakes his head - not tonight, his need is great and the impending explosion is due..... He bends my face over the girls pussy and says eat......and then spreads my ass cheeks and enters my cunt, hard thrusts like a hammer striking a nail - beautiful then he pauses, removes himself from me and pulls me towards the bed.....leaving the orgy behind, he turns to me and kisses me deep and slow, tongues seeking, questing, wanting and needing, his fingers are probing my pussy, touching my clit and bouncing off and returning. his other hand he has clamped on my ass but soon he ends up sitting on the bed and then lies back, the kiss broken and I slide down towards his rampant, throbbing, hot, hard cock and I lick him and then take him all the way deep into my mouth and throat. He moans with pleasure and this spurs me on. I then graduate down to his balls and suck one in at a time while I hold his cock, then back up to his cock....... I hook his legs over my shoulders and gain better access to him. I lick the extension of his cock and I lick his perineum all the while he is moaning with pleasure. I then lick his ass and he relaxes completely but I don't take advantage of this opportunity, so I go back to his cock and gently blow a cool breeze over his hot gorgeous cock and then take him deep into my hot wet mouth. I climb on top of him and ride him cowgirl and I have an orgasm and while we are fucking Mouse steps up to us on the bed and I see another beautiful cock, hot and hard, purple with blood and need...... I take his cock in my mouth and he bends towards me and asks if he can fuck my ass - I nod vigorously........and he pulls away from me and I feel movement on the bed behind me and I feel oil being rubbed onto my copper penny and his fingers and thumb dipping in and out of my ass. I feel I just want to split myself open, I want everyone to fit inside me...... then I feel Mouse's cock enter me and Phil feels Mouse's cock inside me too - slowly our rhythm becomes one fluid movement and I kiss Phil deep and slow. I can feel the tightening of both their ball bags, getting ready to explode Phil is watching my eyes intently and I'm about to orgasm - Mouse cums first and then as Phil explodes inside me I feel my release and my eyes roll back, my body stiffens and then the waves breaking over me send shudders of pure bliss over my body. Neither of them has left me, they are both frozen in place watching my orgasm take me...................................
02:30 am Wednesday
I am sitting on the bed in the master bedroom, with Phil. Everyone has found a room or has left and gone home. We are more than pleased with each other and Phil has asked to see me again..... He has asked me to stay the night, which I have agreed to do. He has just run a bath for us and I'm not sure how long the bath will take but I know he is ready for more, this time without the visual stimulation - this time it is just us and I am so ready for the challenge....... He has taken to call me, 'my Lady', I think it's because I am well mannered..... or is it that I AM a Lady everywhere else but a Whore in the bedroom?
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