New Cleaning Gig - Day 6 (The decision) (Patreon)

Waking up was a grueling process; I struggled to open my eyes, and when I did, I was confused about where I was.

“Hello, sleepyhead!” Carla’s sweet voice reminded me of my reality, where I was and, more important, why I was there.

She was standing by the doorway, in a gorgeous teal blue see-through robe with a fuzzy collar; she looked both silly and sexy.

“Hey, have you been up for long?” I asked, still confused.

“A couple of hours; you were out cold, so I let you rest,” she replied. “I made good use of the time by getting us breakfast.”

“Dressed like that? You must’ve caused a commotion on the street,” I said, pointing at her clothes.

“Yes, obviously I went out dressed like this; I survived with my amazing ninja skills. Either that or I changed back as soon as I returned,” she replied, sarcastically.

“You went through all that trouble just for me? I’m flattered,” I replied.

“You should; not even the greatest of cocks makes me do all this. You must be special.”

“I guess I am, so what’s for breakfast?” I asked.

She lifted her robe lightly, letting me see her bare pussy. “Do you want it in bed?” she asked seductively.

I just nodded, and she walked over to me. She climbed on the bed and straddled me.

"As much as I would love for you to make a mess of my bed again, your phone has been buzzing nonstop for the last hour," she said, handing me my mobile.

She kept straddling me, grinding against my nonexistent cock, as I went through my notifications; most of them were from Lily, asking me to contact her as soon as I could, because she had to organize the schedule for the night and needed my answer.

My heart sank in my chest as I read that. I hadn't really made a decision, and I guess the concern showed in my face.

Carla immediately stopped playing and asked, "Is everything alright, Lucy?" My name was sweet in her mouth; just hearing her say it eased my nerves a bit and grounded me.

"Yeah, it's Lilly; she wants to know if I'm up for my first solo service," I said, not hiding my hesitation.

"Oh, that explains it," she said and took a moment to think. "Look, I know you've been having fun with us, and it has been an incredible week, but you can have fun and still not be suited for this job.

"I've had second, third, and fourth thoughts; you've seen how it is. It's not glamorous, and it's not always fun. Fuck, most of the time is perfunctory; we shag the customers out of obligation and not out of pleasure. That's why some of us seek company among us, to make up for the lost orgasms we don't get at work.

"Still, the money is really good, we're very safe at the manor, and, you've seen it, we have a great deal of camaraderie there, for the most part.

"So, I guess that what I'm trying to say is, we love you, I love you, and if you choose not to stay at the manor or just stay as the cleaning lady, you'll always be one of the girls, no one will think less of you, and you'll always be welcome into our circle.

"But this is your choice. What is Lily saying?" She said her words felt like a warm blanket over me.

"She says she wants to have a coffee or a drink with me so we can talk it through," I replied.

"Sounds like she's ready for either answer. Come, let's have breakfast and then a shower so you can see her with a full belly and a clean ass," she said, leaving the bed and extending her hand at me.

"So, you love me?" I asked, putting a hint of mockery in my voice.

"Oh, shut up, you love me too, and you know it," she replied, guiding me to the door of the bedroom.

"Wait, I need some clothes," I said, letting go of her hand.

"All of your clothes are in the dryer, so I could lend you a robe, or you can be naked—your choice," she said.

"A robe would be nice, please," I replied, and she immediately took hers off and handed it to me. I tried protesting, but she moved quickly to her closet and grabbed a different one, not nearly as sexy, but she could wear a potato sack and look gorgeous still.

In the kitchen there was a full breakfast waiting for us: waffles, scrambled eggs and bacon, fruit, and coffee.

"You're spoiling me; at this rate I'll never go back to my place," I said as I took a sip of coffee.

"So, you're saying my plan is working? Muahahahaha!" Her fake maniacal laughter made me spit my coffee and laugh like crazy.

"It just might, my evil genius of a roommate," I replied.

"Just roommates? Then it's not really working," she said, a little deflated.

"Well, I’m not calling you friend, because you’ve squirted into my mouth, so it's... complicated?" I replied as I devoured a strip of crispy bacon.

"And how do we uncomplicate it?" She replied.

"We could go on a couple of dates, talk some more, get to know each other, and see where it goes," I replied, surprised at my own attitude and openness to seriously date a girl.

"Oh, dates and all? So you're more traditional then? So, when would I meet your parents?" She asked sarcastically.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself; first ask me out, and we'll go from there,” I said, smiling like a high-school girl.

“In that case. Dearest Lady Lucy, would you do me the honor of going out on a date with me? Say... tomorrow, drinks and a movie. Please don’t destroy my illusions by saying no to my most heartfelt proposal,” she said in a fake posh accent.

“You doofus, of course I’ll go out with you,” I replied, leaning over to her and planting a sweet peck on her lips.

My phone buzzed again; it was Lily. She wanted to see me at a nearby bar as soon as I could be there.

“Fuck, I have to hurry,” I said as I showed Carla the message. I started munching fast on my breakfast, and she did too.

When we were done, I started gathering the dishes, but she pushed me away. “Shower, now!” she said as she kept pushing me towards her bedroom.

As we entered the bathroom, I disrobed right away, and she stood there watching me. “Aren’t you joining me?” I asked, a bit sad.

“Dear lord, no. We haven’t even been on a date. What kind of slut do you think I am?” she replied, covering her eyes.

“The kind of slut that I’m falling for,” I replied, walking over to her and slowly opening her robe. “Come with me; I don’t know how your shower works. I need assistance.”

She let me take her only piece of clothing off, and I let it fall to the floor. She couldn’t take it and picked up both robes and hung them. “You’re hurting my feelings if you think that’s the most interesting thing right now,” I said and turned around. A loud “smack!” filled the room as I slapped my ass.

“Fuck,” she said and rushed to hug me.

“So, about that shower,” I said. She moved me to the side and reached over behind me to start the shower.

As the water started flowing, I felt the sudden urge to pee. I turned to see her in horror, and without saying a word, she turned around, understanding my predicament.

I stepped into the shower and came closer to the drain, letting my body release its built-up urine. “Uh, that feels gooooood!” I said it a little too loud.

“Now you’re hurting my feelings if you moan like that for a wee!” Carla said.

“Then come and make me moan for real,” I said.

“Wait, I’m peeing too,” she said, and I turned around to see her sitting at the toilet and smiling at me.

The water turned from cold to warm to scalding hot. I tried tempering it, but it wasn’t until Carla joined me that she managed to set it to a human-tolerable temperature.

“See? I told you I needed you!” I said.

“Just to fix the temperature?” She asked.

“Yes, but not just for the water,” I replied and kissed her under the warm stream of water soaking our bodies.

Our lips met, and our tongues swirled inside our mouths; the soft kiss of water on my skin made the moment even more magical. I know, I have kissed her a lot over the past few days, but this time it was different; it was intimate, personal, and not only sexual. There was no rush, no need to do it. We did it slowly, feeling each movement and each kiss, caressing our bodies and making each other feel important, cared for, and even loved.

We made out for... minutes? Hours? I’m not sure; all I know is when we stopped, I wanted to go back to it and never stop.

Her hands rested on my butt as I ran a finger through her face, feeling her soft skin and moving strands of wet hair away from her mouth. “Have I told you how beautiful you are?” I asked.

“Maybe, but a reminder is always welcome,” she replied and planted a kiss on my lips.

“You’re absolutely gorgeous. If I was ever going to date a girl, I would’ve never imagined she would be as beautiful as you are. It’s like dating a human-size doll that makes me squirt,” I said, and kissed her chin.

“Hahahaha, so, I’m your sex doll now? Make up your mind. Am I your roommate, your friend, your sex doll, or your girlfriend?” She asked; she looked a bit annoyed, but she never let go of my ass, nor did she move away from me.

“Maybe all of the above? What do you think?” I asked, blushing at the idea.

“That works for me, so that means that you’ll move in and we’ll officially start dating?” she replied, excited like a little puppy.

“Fuck, I... I mean... fuck it, yes, to all YES!” I said, and she hugged me super tight, squeezing any doubt I had left in me. “I still don’t know if I’m staying as, you know, one of the girls, but even with the cleaning money and some eventual collaborations, I should be able to cover my part of rent, also...” I started rambling.

Carla kissed me, and with that he shushed me, making all my worries wash away with the water. “Shut up for a minute; we’ll figure everything out. We don’t have to fix the world; just enjoy this moment.”

We showered without talking too much; there were kisses and petting all the time, a kind of intimacy you usually find after months of being with someone. I loved every second of it.

After we were done showering and had dried, she rushed out of the room and came back carrying the clothes I wore the day before, my sweats and underwear, all clean, warm, and ready for me.

“I never pictured you like a housewife,” I said jokingly.

“Don’t get used to it; I’m still in the wooing stage of our relationship,” she replied, smiling.

“Consider me wooed then,” I replied.

I borrowed toiletries from her and noticed she was rushing to get ready too.

“Are you going somewhere?” I asked.

“Yes, I’m driving you to your appointment; I’m not letting my girlfriend ride a public car if I’m available,” she said, blushing at the “my girlfriend” part.

“Your girlfriend? I like it, but I think you’re more my girlfriend than I’m yours. Is that how that works?” I replied, smiling so widely that I thought I might bite my ears off.

“Not at all, but you’ll get the hang of it,” she replied and kissed me, messing up my lip gloss and her lipstick.

In a matter of minutes we were in her car.

On the way she held my hand, and we talked about life, family, dreams, fantasies, everything, and anything. We were building something in a way that felt almost too organic.

When we arrived, she pulled over and said, “Ok, it’s here. Best of luck, and remember you’re not under any obligation at all.”

“You’re not coming with me?” I asked, disappointed.

“No love, this is between you and Lily; you don’t need training wheels,” she said.

I stepped out of the car, and she lowered the passenger-side window. “I’ll be in that cafe over there; call me when you’re done,” she said and drove off.

As I walked into the bar, I felt that my heart would beat out of my chest. I saw Lily, and she waved at me and gave me a huge, honest smile that helped slow down my heart.

“Hello, dear, it’s so good to see you,” she greeted me and gave me a tight hug.

We sat down, and she waved at the waiter. She took my order, and soon we were left alone to talk. First we made small talk, discussing gossip at work and my newly established relationship with Carla.

“Oh, honey, that’s amazing; you two make an incredible couple. I had heard rumors from the girls about you two, so it’s no surprise,” she said, her face showing genuine happiness.

“And don’t worry, we’ll be extra professional at work; you don’t have to worry about us at all,” I blurted out.

“Really? You say that to me? TO ME?” She asked, and we both laughed.

“Honey, we work at a whorehouse; just don’t cause unnecessary drama, and we’re good,” she said.

I turned around when she said “whorehouse,” trying to see if anyone heard that, and realized that the bar was basically empty, probably because it wasn’t even 4 in the afternoon on a Tuesday.

“Oh, chill, it’s just another work. Here, look at this,” she said and waved at the waitress.

“Honey, we’re conducting a survey,” she said to the girl when she approached us. “What would you say we do for a living?”

The girl thought for a second. “I would say she’s a housewife,” she said, pointing at me, “and you’re a businesswoman of some kind; maybe you work in marketing?”

“I’m a madame at a brothel, and she’s the cleaning lady that I’m trying to convince to take on customers,” she said nonchalantly.

The waitress stood frozen at her words and then replied, “I guess I wasn’t that far-off with the businesswoman part, then. So, can I do anything else for you?” she asked, regaining her composure.

“Yes, a refill for the both of us, please,” Lily said.

“See? Not weird at all,” she said after the girl left.

I could only laugh nervously at her brazenness towards our line of work.

“So, we came here to discuss something in particular, and we’ve been beating around the bush,” she said, using her business attitude. “Do you want to service Mary’s customer tonight or not?”

I was taken aback by her way-too-direct question, and I couldn’t produce an answer no matter how hard I tried.

“Honey, I know it seems like too much, but I bet you would enjoy it, but if you don’t, you’re not forced to do it again, so your worst-case scenario would be to have one lousy shag for one night and get paid handsomely for it,” she said and paused for a second.

“Ok, it could go a little worse, but we’re there to protect you, and Puft has a particular soft spot for you; he wouldn’t hesitate to do time again if it meant keeping you safe,” she said as she sipped a multi-colored drink through a metallic straw.

“Again?” I asked, surprised.

“Yes, again, sometime you should talk to him; he has a long and interesting story,” she said. “Anyway, we have safeguards to keep the girls safe, and the customer we picked as your potential first is particularly mellow and easy to please. Still, if you say no, you can keep working as the cleaning lady and even have collaborations again, if that’s something you would be into.” She paused to see my reaction. “So, it’s up to you.”

“I... I don’t know what to say; the money is calling me, and I guess I need the extra income now that I’m dating one of the girls. But I feel like that’s too shallow of a reason to get into it,” I said.

“It isn’t better or worse than any other reason I’ve heard. For me it was about getting attention from men. I thought only that way I could get it, and, boy, was I mistaken. But still it was fun for me, and I enjoyed my time, made some good money, and met Miss Ruth, who gave me the chance to do something else when I lost my calling. It doesn’t define who you are; it’s just what you do,” she said. Suddenly I felt as if she was my mom giving me career advice.

“Oh, now I need to hear that story,” I said, leaning forward on the table.

“And you will, but not now. Now, I need to know what you want to do today; not for the rest of your life, not for the next 5 years, just today,” she said.

“Today I’ll be an escort, then,” I said, confidently.

“That’s great, honey. Are you sure?” she asked.

“Yes, for today, I’m sure,” I replied.

“That’s all I’m asking for; give me a second, I need to make a couple of calls,” she said, standing up and walking away from our stall.

In that moment the waitress approached me. “Can I get you something else?” she said, in a shy tone.

“Not for now, thanks,” I replied, but she didn’t leave.

“Hey, ummm, I’m sorry if this is out of place, but do you really, like, work at a brothel?” she asked, blushing.

I was a little surprised by the question, but I really understood her curiosity. “Yes, we really do. Why do you ask?”

“Nothing, really, just curious.” She seemed hesitant, like she wanted to ask more questions, but instead she excused herself and left.

“What was that about?” Lily asked when she returned.

“I think you piqued our waitress’s curiosity. What do you say? Do you think she would be up for it?” I asked.

“Well, she definitely has the body for it, but that is only one of many factors; we would need to try her to see if she’s cut out for the life,” she replied, without skipping a beat and without turning to see her.

“You didn’t even see her body,” I said.

“I did, as soon as I walked in. I guess it’s become part of me to scan girls all the time, you know, tricks of the trade.” She said, sipping her drink, “Anyhow, I’ve confirmed with Mary and with the customer; we’re all set for tonight, so it’s time for the gritty details.

“That sounds ominous,” I replied.

“It should; I’m about to give you the ins and outs of the manor, and you’re to follow them to the T, for your safety and our peace,” She said in her serious tone that, at this point, I knew better than to joke around.

“First, health checkups—you know now they are mandatory for every girl every six months at least, but you can do it sooner if that makes you feel safer.

“We can’t possibly run tests on customers, but you are allowed to do a visual inspection of their parts before interacting. I advise taking a sexy nurse approach, but be thorough. You should be looking at discharges, foul smells, and blisters or any sign of chafing or wounds. If you are not sure, you can ask help of another girl or even myself. Any of us will gladly help you, but you should expect the same from anyone.

“Unprotected sex is absolutely forbidden; condoms are mandatory, and the rooms are always stocked, as you know. If the customer refuses, you can kick him out, but you should always try to persuade him; most agree after a bit of bickering. If the customer says he’s allergic or he doesn’t like the feel or they don’t fit (which we all know is bullshit), then you can use a female condom, but always wear one, even for blowjobs.

“You should always feel safe around the customers; if they get rowdy or hardheaded and won’t stick to the rules, there are a few buttons around the rooms. Click any one three times, and Puft will be there immediately.

“Whenever you’re meeting a new customer or mingling with them, you should have a short presentation ready for them: who you are, what you’re good at, and how good you’ll make them feel. Basically, it’s a sales pitch; no more than a couple of minutes of small talk is more than enough for most customers.

“Some guys want to know about your personal life; DO NOT say anything real about you; that’s how you get stalkers. Make up some story for you: made-up family, made-up city of origin, made-up name, and made-up last name even.

“Oh, that reminds me, you have to have a stage name. I used to be Sarah for the customers, Mary is Selene, and Carla is Gaia. No one uses her real name, so think of one and you’ll tell me later.

“For payment, we have some standard rates for customers, of which you get 60% and the manor keeps 40%. Any extra services and tips are for you. A regular 20-minute session, which would include a small massage and a happy ending or maybe oral, would be 250 dollars; a 40-minute session with massage and vaginal intercourse would be 600; and a full hour with a long massage, some role-playing, oral, and intercourse would be 800.

“The collaborations are scarce and are charged per case; yours were meant to be 1,200 for the service and 400 for you, but the girls insisted on giving away part of their cut to you, so remember to thank them.

“As I said, any tips are yours, and as you know, you have to tip the cleaning girl. It’s not mandatory, but you’ve been there; you know how well earned that money is.

“Unless we have a dramatically large influx of walk-ins, you can handle your breaks on your own, and eventually you’ll have a schedule with your regulars and then open time to take walk-ins. I handle those schedules, but I will check with you before any confirmation with the customer.

“I’m always on the floor chatting with customers and seeing to the girls; you can always come to me and ask for help or with any doubts. Also, the girls clearly love you and would help you with anything. I would just advise you to stay clear of Alexis and her group. There is some bad blood because of what happened with Manuel, and they blame you. I’m dealing with it, but give me some time.

“You are encouraged not to share your contact information with the customers. Taking customers on the side is bad for the manor but also a huge risk for you. Believe me, I’ve been at this business long enough to know; it is always a path to disaster to go rogue.

“Ok, I think that’s all I had to say. Do you have any doubts?”

“Yes, I have no fucking idea how to massage someone; is that an issue?” I asked.

“HA!” She laughed; her loud voice filled the empty bar. “No, you don’t need to learn; we’re not a massage parlor. The massage part is mostly a filler; otherwise, the services would all last 3 minutes.” We both laughed at her remark.

“Ok, got it, and what about the dress code?” I asked.

“The dress code is anything you want, but not what you’re wearing right now,” she replied, and we both laughed again.

“You only say that because you haven’t seen what I’m wearing underneath,” I said and turned to look around. No one was paying attention to us, so I quickly lifted my sweatshirt and revealed my tiny bra that had slid down. I was flashing her in the middle of the bar.

Without wasting a second, she reached over to me and lowered my clothes, covering me again. “That would do it, but damn! Aren’t you a little too audacious?” she asked, blushing at my display.

“Not nearly enough for what I’m going to do tonight,” I said with a smirk.

“Fair enough, alright, so, obviously lingerie, unless you want to play a character in a consistent manner; that would be OK with me, but you have to let me know. Also we have some thematic nights, like for Halloween or Christmas and the like; I’ll let you know in advance so you can get your outfits.

“Oh, I have to get them?” I asked.

“Yes, that way you’ll get the right size for you, and also you’ll be making enough money for it,” she replied.

“So, for tonight, you’ll get the ruby room on the first floor and work there. I’m only assigning you Mr. Bond for tonight. You’ll meet him at the main hall at 11, and you should have your introductory speech ready. Well, not so much a speech but a few facts about yourself, you get my drift. If he likes you and you feel comfortable, you’ll move to the room and do your thing.

“He wants to be tied down and spanked and the like; he’ll bring his tools for it and tell you what he wants. After that he’ll either want a hand job or sex; it’s up to him, and the cost of the service includes any or both. I've heard he's a good tipper, so it's a great first time for you.

"For this service you’ll get 1,000 dollars, and it's supposed to last a full hour. When you’re done, you choose what to do; you can go home, go back to the dressing room to wait for the girls, or go back down to the main hall. It’s up to you," she said.

"And what if I get cold feet and can't perform?" I asked, afraid of the answer.

"Then you'll say no to him, kick him out of the room, and you'll be safe. I'd rather deal with an angry customer than with a forced girl anytime," she replied in a sweet, motherly tone.

"OK, I think I'm ready. OK, maybe not ready, but my mind isn't racing with questions anymore," I said.

"I'm glad to hear that, but I'm always available if it starts racing again," she said.

After that we shifted the conversation to more mundane things, which somehow made me ground the idea even more of this just being a gig, nothing more.

After a while we were ready to leave; she asked for the bill, and I tried paying my part, but she obviously refused it.

Just as we were standing up to leave, the waitress came over and asked Lily, "Mhmm, excuse me, lady madam? I was wondering, I mean, could you? Or how do I? Do you think I could?" She asked, not able to finish one thought.

"I think I know what you want, but for that to happen, you need to gather your courage. Take a deep breath and ask what you want to ask," Lily said.

The girl took a couple of deep breaths and asked, “What would I have to do to become one of your escorts?” She said nervously and waited for her answer; she looked like a baby deer that had just been scared by a truck’s lights.

“There you go, Ok. First of all, the house I manage is very much high-end; we don’t take newbies there. You are expected to know what you’re doing and treat customers a certain way,” she replied, back in her business voice.

“Oh, right, I get it. I’m sorry to have bothered you.” The waitress said, a little sad, and turned around to leave.

“But!” Lily said, which made the girl stop in her tracks. “I do know a couple of less fancy places that do take new girls; I could put in a good word for you...”

“Rebecca,” she said, “I would really appreciate that. Should I give you my contact information? I’m very good at blowjobs; at least that’s what I’ve been told. I’ve never done anal, but...”

“Slow down, dear. I haven’t said I will help you; I only said I could,” Lily said, maybe a little too seriously.

“Right, sorry, I tend to run my mouth when I get excited,” Rebecca replied.

“In order for me to recommend you, you would have to audition; it’s a two-stage process. First you do a solo show and then a service with someone supervising you. If that goes well, I could talk to one of the other managers to give you a chance, but I make no promises,” Lily said.

“Ok, that is reasonable. Could we schedule the audition then?” She replied, clearly excited.

“Do you have a private room in here? We could do the first part right now,” Lily replied.

“We do have some VIP rooms; they are free, but I would need to ask my boss if he could lend me one without charging you ladies,” she replied and walked away.

“Ok, sounds like you’re doing your manager thing, and Carla is waiting for me, so...” I said, trying to leave.

“Actually, if she’s around, I could use both your help,” Lily replied.

“Really? I thought you were going to... audition that girl,” I said.

“I am, but more people is better for this; I could really use your opinion,” she said.

“Ok, let me tell her,” I said and pulled out my phone to text her. After a short exchange of texts, she agreed.

Just as I was finishing with that, Rebecca came back. “Ok, we have half an hour in one of the VIPs; is that enough?” she asked, visibly nervous.

“More than enough; we’re just waiting for someone else for your audition,” Lily replied.

We all stood awkwardly near our booth while we waited for Carla; when she saw us, she immediately walked over to Rebecca and asked in a serious tone, “So, this is the girl?” and grabbed her hand and made her take a spin.

“She looks alright; what now?” Carla asked.

“Now, she’ll show us to the VIP lounge,” Lily replied.

“Yes, this way, please,” she said, leading the way.

We got to a closed-door room, ample, with several high-top tables and stools, a couple of sofas, and dim light.

As soon as we closed the door, Lily went into business mode. “Alright, Rebecca, these are Lucy and Carla, I’m Lily, and we’ll be leading the audition. Please tell me what you like, sexually; don’t leave anything out.” We sat on the couches as we waited for her reply.

“Yes, thank you for this. I’m Rebecca, I’m 21 years old, and I love sex. I have boy and girl experience, but I prefer a boy any day. I love getting it hard...” she said.

“Getting what, dear? I need you to be explicit,” Lily said, interrupting her.

“Ok, yes, sorry, I love getting fucked hard; sloppy sex is just my thing. Spanking, hair pulling, and scratching are my favorite kinds of sex. I don’t like being tied down, though.

“I give amazing oral; any man I’ve done it to always wants more and more,” she continued.

“Do you swallow?” Carla asked, in a serious tone that I was starting to realize was just mockery.

“No, I can’t; it feels too icky. I always spit it out,” she replied.

“You said you don’t do anal. Would you be willing to try it anyway? Say a customer wants to pay big bucks to do it to your ass,” Lily asked.

“I might; the few times I’ve tried it, it has been too painful, but I could try it again, sure,” Rebecca replied.

“Good, does anyone have any more questions?” Lily asked at us.

“Yes, are you married or have a jealous boyfriend?” I asked.

“No, and no, I’m all single, no boyfriend, no kids; I live with roomies near the highway,” she replied.

“Do you squirt?” asked Carla.

“What is that?” Rebecca replied, confused.

“That’s a no,” I said and we laughed.

“Ok, I guess that’s enough questions for now; let’s move to the action,” said Lily. “Go ahead and take off your clothes. Are you wearing underwear?” she asked, and Rebecca nodded. “Let’s see it, then.”

Rebecca bashfully started removing her clothes, first her apron, then her blouse. When she started unbuttoning her jeans, Carla stopped her. “Don’t forget to take off your shoes first; we’ve all made that mistake.” We all laughed at her comment, which eased the tension for all of us.

Rebecca did as instructed and soon was standing before us, in a cold room wearing only her bra and panties. She obviously wasn’t expecting to be showing that to anyone, since she was wearing a mismatched set, a white, plain and boring full cup bra and blue boy shorts panties.

I did a spin motion with my finger, and she turned around. She stayed with her back to us. “Keep turning,” Lily said.

She did, and when she was facing us again, Lily asked, “How are you feeling?”

“Nervous, but I’ll live,” she replied.

“You can stop if you want, because what just happened was the easy part,” Lily said.

“It’s ok, I want to continue,” Rebecca replied, timidly.

“Ok, then, take off your underwear and do a little walk around those tables, back and forth; I want to see you move,” Lily commanded her.

Rebecca slowly took off her bra, revealing a set of B-cup tits with a little sag; she had big dark areolas and thick nipples. Somehow they didn’t quite match her tiny frame. She tried covering them but immediately pulled her hands away and laid them bare for us.

“Good tits,” Carla said, and I surprised myself feeling jealous.

We all nodded, and Rebecca gained a bit of confidence; she pulled down her panties, revealing a hairy mound with black pubes that mismatched her blonde hair, curly and unruly.

“Is grooming on the table, or are you too fond of your bush?” Lily asked.

“I’m not fond of it; it’s just, I hadn’t shown it to anyone in a while,” she replied, a bit ashamed.

“Good to hear; let’s see you walk then,” Lily said, making a waving motion with her hand.

Rebecca turned around, and we could see her ass; she had a tiny bubble butt, round and firm.

“Smack that as for us,” Carla shouted.

Rebecca complied with a tiny smack and walked back to us with an amused smile on her face.

“Someone is enjoying the attention,” I said, and she nodded.

“Ok, so far, so good; time for the solo show,” Lily said. “Where do you want to do it?”

“The couch is better for this, if you don’t mind,” she said, pointing at the couch I was sitting at alone.

“Someone has made fun use of this room before,” Carla said, and we all snickered at her comment. Rebecca put a finger on her mouth, making the silence gesture.

I stood up and pulled a stool near her so I could see the show. I found myself aroused and nervous for her. Then I realized I never did such an audition, nor do I have experience for the manor, but I was still getting the chance and understood how much the girls and Lily had done for me.

She sat down right where I was and grabbed her tits, not knowing what to do first.

“I don’t mean to rush you, but you said we only had half an hour here,” Lily said.

“Yes, sorry, I’ve never done this with an audience; I’m nervous,” she replied.

“Just imagine us all naked; that always helps,” I replied, surprised at my wittiness.

“Do you want me to tell you what to do? Would that help?” Lily asked, and Rebecca nodded.

“Ok, push your hips forward, sit on the edge of the couch and lean back. Now, lift your legs, and put your feet next to your hips.” She did it, and she was exposed to us; she was struggling with it, trying to cover but backing down.

“Don’t worry, honey, we can’t see much with all that hair there,” Carla said.

“Shush!” Lily said. “Now, use your nondominant hand to open your pussy for us; let us see it clearly.”

Rebecca did just that, and we could see her pink pussy spread for us; her meaty, pink lips looked inviting, and she was evidently wet.

“Ok, now, Rebecca, please use your other hand to stimulate your clitoris; rub it as you would alone in your room,” Lily instructed.

Rebecca hesitated for a second and licked her middle finger. Then she ran it through her pussy, from her vagina to her clit, letting out a long moan in the process.

She rubbed her clothes hard, pressing them with her middle finger as she gave some half-suppressed moans.

"Let yourself go; we need to hear you're enjoying it. Go on and moan!" Lily said.

Rebecca moaned loudly a couple of times as her finger ran circles around her clit, but then she went back to quiet mode.

"This isn't working," Lily said in a whisper to Carla and me.

"Try to forget we're here; do it as if you were home alone and doing it just for you," I said and winked at Lily.

She nodded and changed her position. She lay flat on the couch and spread her legs. Her left hand squeezed her tits alternatively as her right hand went to her pussy. She started rubbing her pussy up and down, grazing her entrance and then flicking her clit; after a few seconds of that, we got some real moans out of her. "Mhmm, yes!" She said at one point. While she was doing that, she looked at the three of us; she met my eyes several times.

After a little while she turned to see Lily and asked, "I usually like tasting myself; can I do that?" Lily nodded, and she started licking her fingers every few seconds, tasting her wetness as she gave herself pleasure.

She kept her routine for a few minutes, moaning louder and louder.

Then she started fucking herself; the wet noises from her pussy and her moans were the only sounds, and the scent of cunt filled the air. Her hand started moving faster, and she was pinching her nipples harder, making her moan loudly with each pinch.

"Mmmm, can I come?! Please, I need to so bad!" She pleaded while looking at us. Lily nodded, and she started screaming, "Yes, yes, fuck YEEEEEES!!!!" She screamed as her hand fucked her furiously.

Her body went limp and her breath hard; it was obvious she had a very good orgasm for us.

"That's good; we'll meet you at our stall while you get yourself together," Lily said and opened the door so we would all leave.

"Thoughts?" Lily asked.

"She's cute, but I don't think she's manor cute," Carla answered.

"Agree, still miss Ruth has a massage parlor that could be suitable for her," Lily replied.

"I think she likes showing off; she really enjoyed that we were watching her. She's not shy at all," I said.

"Yes, she needed some coaching, but she got there. Good call on telling her to do her thing. Still, she needs to be able to perform on command, even if it's not all that real for her. I guess she can learn that." Lily replied.

"Her bush is something that's a big turn-off," Carla said.

"Maybe for you, dear; some guys like it hairy and messy," Lily replied.

Just then Rebecca showed up. Her hair still a little ruffled and she asked, "So, how did I do?"

"Congrats, you've made it to the second stage of the casting; you get to bone someone with an audience," Lily replied.

"That's great; should I ask for another half hour of the VIP room?" She said, clearly excited and eyeing both Carla and myself.

"Ha! Aren't you eager? No, that second part will be at the manor, but first you need to go to the doctor and get a bill of clean health, an STD panel, and a physical. After that you'll get your chance with a real customer," Lily replied.

"Oh, yeah, that makes sense," she said, disappointed.

"OK, so, give me your contact details, and I'll send you a couple of places you can go get checked out. Take your time; when you have the results, contact me, and we'll set it up," Lily said.

They exchanged numbers, and we all said our goodbyes.

When we left the bar, I asked Lily, "Does this happen often? Even where I am now, I couldn't imagine approaching someone and asking to be an escort," I said.

"It is quite common; most girls don't follow through. It's not easy exposing yourself like she just did, so she has a fighting chance," Lily replied.

"Yeah, I should tell you how I started; it's crazy," Carla replied.

"Oh, I would love to hear that story, but I'm running late for another meeting. I'll see you later today, girls," Lily said and walked away.

"Should we go to your place? I bet you have some clothes you'd like to move to our place," Clara said.

"Fuck, I haven't thought about that. Yes, please," I replied. "On the way you could tell me how you started as an escort."