New Cleaning Gig - First Customer (Patreon)

The ride home was very interesting; Carla told me the story of how she came to work at the manor. It is a very fun tale, but it’s not mine to tell. Maybe someday I’ll help her write it.

We got to my place, and she helped me put some clothes into suitcases and bags, as well as my toiletries and some other essentials. We emptied the pantry and the fridge; I didn’t have much food anyway.

We loaded everything in her car; it was a small hatchback, and my bags barely fit; the back seat was packed, and I had to carry some things in my lap. Still, as uncomfortable as I was, it was the happiest I had been in a long time.

And then Carla screwed it up. “So, are you nervous about your first customer?” she asked.

“Fuck you!” I replied, projecting onto her my frustration at the lost peace.

“Yes, please, but first tell me, how are you feeling?” She replied sweetly.

“I was ecstatic until you asked me that fucking question; now I’m a jumble of nerves, thank you very much,” I replied, half joking.

“Ohhh, relax, honey, you’re amazing and gorgeous; he’s going to love you, just not as much as I do, obviously,” she said, with the biggest silly grin I had ever seen. I burst out laughing the moment I saw her.

“HAHAHAHA! You really know how to turn me around,” I said, already feeling lighter.

“And you haven’t seen me at my best,” she said, now sporting a mischievous smile.

“So, what do I have to do to see it?” I asked.

“Why don’t you come over here and find out?” She said seductively.

I actually tried moving closer to her, but a huge laundry bag stopped me, and we both erupted laughing at my failed attempts at smooching her.

We soon reached her home, and while we were unloading her car, a neighbor of hers, or rather of ours, I guess, approached us and offered his help. His name is Mitch, and he’s a handsome guy in his early 30s with one of those smiles that melt girls, with a broad back and thick arms. Also, he is gayer than Puft, and that’s saying a lot.

When we were done hauling things, we invited Mitch in for a beer, and he agreed; we spent a little while chatting with him. “So, I must’ve seen you a thousand times, Carla, but we never really talk. What do you do for a living? I’m an accountant, I know, boring. I took a sick day off, but in reality, last night I got fucked by a monster truck, and I needed some R&R,” he said, as casually as if he were telling us about how he drank a lukewarm cup of tea.

“So, I take it you’re a bottom, then?” I asked, without thinking about how awful my question was.

“Forgive my girl here; she clearly left her manners in one of the bags. I’ll make sure she unpacks it soon. So, to answer your question, I’m an escort; I work at a posh and safe house; that’s why my schedule is always fucked up,” she replied nonchalantly.

“Huh, that sure explains a lot, and babe, you have the body for it, damn,” he said, and we all laughed.

“I’m so fucking sorry about... well, me. I let my mouth run and asked something insensitive and private, and I’m just dealing with so much these days; I don’t know what came over me. I promise I’m not this person, for real,” I said when I finally managed to get my foot out of my mouth.

“She really isn’t; she’s just a little distracted today,” Carla said.

“No harm done; at least she asked me instead of trying to see if I walk funny after every date. Also, I’m verse, which is why I’m not used to big boys splitting me open,” Mitch replied, and we all laughed.

I was just swallowing my drink, and his joke made me spit it over the carpet.

“Fuck, I’m just all over the place today, sorry,” I said.

“Don’t worry, honey. My cleaning girl will come tomorrow and get it sorted; leave it be,” Carla said.

“Another cleaning girl? Should I be jealous?” I asked.

“Ohhhhh, sounds like we have some gossip to share here. Is she your cleaning lady, and did you seduce her?” Mitch asked. “Sounds like we have a very progressive telenovela going on.”

“Something like that, only more complicated,” Carla said.

“Yeah, I filled in for a cousin at Carla’s work; she’s the cleaning lady there, but she’s been sick, like actually sick,” I said and winked at Mitch, which got a sly smile out of him.

“Only she adapted to the place in a way her cousin couldn’t; she started hanging out with me and the other girls,” Carla followed.

“Yeah, they made sure I was fully perverted, so much so that they started asking me to be a spectator with their customers for a tip,” I said.

“And she agreed; she saw the elegant life of a working girl, and she’s taking her first customer today,” Carla continued.

“During all of that, this sexy lady won me over, and you just helped with the latest development, me moving in,” I finished.

“Oh, wow, that is a crazy story,” he said.

“And that is the very condensed version; it has been some crazy, what? 6 days?” I said.

“Actually 6 nights and a few days in between,” Carla replied.

“Fuck, really? 6 days? I thought you two had been a couple for at least a few months, the way you finish each other’s sentences,” Mitch said.

Carla and I saw each other and burst out laughing. “I guess it could look that way,” Carla said, blushing.

“Like I said, it’s been a few hectic days; welcome to the whirlwind that is my life,” I said, sarcastically.

“Well, I’m glad to be the gay muscle in it then,” he replied.

“Actually, the title of Gay Muscle has already been taken by Puft. He’s a 7-foot, 250-pound Black marshmallow of a man; he’s the security at work; he would kill for any of us, and no one would find the body,” Carla said.

“Black, 7 feet, 250 pounds of muscle, where do you say you work, girls?” Mitch asked, almost drooling.

“Calm down, man, you’re already walking bowlegged; at least take a day off,” Carla said, and again, we all laughed.

“I was just saying, if you want to repay the exhaustive work of carrying your stuff to the elevator, maybe you could give my number to Puft?” He asked, doing the cutest puppy eyes I’ve ever seen.

“We’ll think about it; for now we need to shower and get ready for my girl’s big night, so, if you don’t mind, unless you want to stay for the show,” Carla said.

“Sorry, not my cup of tea, but if you invite Puft...” Mitch replied while he blew kisses in our direction and walked out the door.

I turned to see Carla with the intention of smooching her face, but she was already over me, kissing me with passion and making me stumble into the couch.

“He’s a nice guy, but I couldn’t fucking wait for him to leave,” Carla said as she took off her crop top and bra while straddling me.

“Fuck yeah, but still, he saved us a ton of work,” I replied.

“Shut up and kiss me,” she said as she leaned over to me; I could feel her warm skin through the fabric of my shirt.

After a few seconds of kissing, she got up suddenly. “Fuck, I reek!!! Why didn’t you say anything?” she said, while sniffing her armpits.

“It’s not very ladylike to pass judgment on your new partner’s body odor on your first day of moving in, wouldn’t you say?” I replied in a fake posh accent.

“Oh, shut up, miss ‘I want to know if you take it up the ass',” she replied, mocking my voice.

“You’re right, babe, you stink; should we shower?” I replied, almost laughing.

“I can’t think of anything better in this world for me,” she replied and stood up, extending her hand to me.

As I stood up, I could perceive her stench; she smelled like I usually do after a night of hard work cleaning rooms if I’ve forgotten to wear deodorant. “My lady, your body odor is as piercing as you are beautiful; please lead me to your nearest shower so we can resolve this issue at your earliest convenience,” I said, again all posh.

She led the way, and soon we were naked and rinsing the stench from our bodies.

While we were there, I poured a handful of body wash in my hands and rubbed it all over her body. I might’ve lingered a bit on certain areas, but it was all in the interest of keeping her clean.

I rubbed her neck and the back of her head, which made her gasp. Then I moved to her shoulders and arms, which she lifted, and I grabbed some more soap to do her armpits. I might’ve rubbed a bit more than needed there, but it was really necessary.

A bit more soap helped me wash her round, firm tits; her nipples were soft but quickly reacted to my touch, hardening as I ran my fingers through them, pressing lightly on them, letting them slip out. She gave me little moans every time her nipples danced with my fingers.

“My tits are squeaky clean now, thank you,” she said.

“Yes, but my hands need some more help from your tits to get really clean,” I said, with my eyes fixed on her gorgeous tits.

I moved my hands down and ran them through her firm abdomen; she was lean, and I could feel her abs under my fingers.

Her belly button invited me to play, and I ended up cleaning it more than I should because she ended up pushing my hands down to her pussy.

I slid my hands down and caressed her pussy very shallowly, barely touching her. Then I moved my hands to her back, where I grabbed her ass and parted her cheeks, allowing water in.

I grabbed a bit more soap and started washing her ass, making circles around each cheek, drawing closer and closer to her crack. When I was just about to reach her asshole she grabbed my hands, “I think I should wash that,” She said.

“Babe, I’ve eaten out of ‘there’; a little cleaning won’t spoil any mystery,” I said, and she laughed, moving her hands away.

I gave her asshole a thorough cleaning with soap, only to continue rubbing it with the tip of my fingers, pressing lightly with each pass.

“You know, not even the most premium of customers has played like that with my asshole; don’t abuse it,” she said, and she started nibbling on my neck and ear.

“I think he likes being a little abused,” I replied, and I pressed my middle finger in, making her moan. My finger barely opened her asshole, but before I could push it further, she moved my hand away.

“We shouldn’t waste so much water; let’s hurry, and I’ll let you abuse it out there,” she said, and I nodded.

After that I washed her legs, and she washed her pussy in a very mechanical way.

She then proceeded to copy everything I did to her; she soaped me and played with my tits and my bellybutton. Then she grabbed my ass, and I let her wash it and then play with it. When she started pressing her finger into my ass, I offered no resistance.

“You’re supposed to stop me; feel free to do it whenever,” she said, still pressing her middle finger against my backdoor.

“Yes, I’ll stop you, don’t worry,” I said, between gasps.

“You slut!” she said, slapping my ass, which felt harder because of the water.

She finished washing me, and we walked out of the shower. Her warm apartment invited us to stay naked and let the heat dry us.

I walked over to the bed and lay flat on my back, opening my legs and arms for her.

“Come and do whatever you want with me; I’m yours to use,” I said.

“Really? Where is that black strap-on I gave you?” she asked.

“Buried in one of my suitcases,” I replied, propping myself up by the arms.

“Fuck, that’s out of the question, then,” she said. ”We’ll have to get creative.”

She walked to her bedside table and took out a purple wand vibrator, which immediately started buzzing. “You cannot move, or you’ll face punishment,” she said in a sexy, stern voice.

“Yes, madam,” I replied.

“Fuck that, call me babe; I love hearing you say it,” she replied as she leaned into my pussy.

“Yes, babe,” I said, and she planted a kiss on my pussy lips, which were already moist from the expectation.

“Remember, don’t move,” she said.

She started running the toy along my legs, starting on the left, running up from my toes, my shin, knee, and thigh, and then she ran it over my pelvis, almost on my tummy. After that, she ran it back through my right leg. The vibration on my toes and knees made my legs jerk and shiver.

When she brought the vibrator closer to my pussy, I instinctively tried to grab her hand and guide it to my clitoris. “No, no, stay still, remember?” she said.

I moved my hand back, stretching it away from my body, as she placed the vibrator against my pubis, moving it back and forth from my belly button to my pussy without reaching it but drawing closer and closer on each turn.

“Please do it, please,” I begged her.

“Please do it. What?” She replied, leaving the vibrator to sit just above my clit; I could feel the buzzing but not as hard as I was needing it.

“Please do it, babe; please use your toy on my clit, babe,” I said, and she did just that.

When I first felt the vibration on my clitoris, all the hairs on my body stood up, and I could feel the blood running through my veins; it was just like the first time someone ate my pussy; that’s how I remember it.

She applied light pressure with her toy on my clit, and using her left hand, she started rubbing my pussy, pressing her middle finger in me slowly, gently; I could feel each millimeter of her penetrating me. Soon her finger was completely inside me and she started fucking me like that, as she moved the vibrator up and down on my clit.

Suddenly she moved the toy away and started adjusting it, then she pressed it against my clit again; the vibration was way stronger, and it caught me by surprise. Then it started pulsating, vibrating in random patterns of strength and duration, making it impossible for me to get used to the vibration.

That, combined with her finger penetrating me, excited me as I had rarely felt.

“Please, one more finger, please,” I begged. She slowly inserted a second finger in. Feeling my pussy almost full and her toy stimulating me nonstop was sending me over the edge way too fast.

“Wait, too soon, too much,” I said, between pants and moans, but instead of slowing down, she curled up her fingers in my pussy, finding quickly my G-spot and rubbing it. I was soaking wet; the toy started making sloshing sounds, and I knew I would lose control.

“I, no, too much. I’m... OOOOHHH, YES, YEEEES,” I shouted as my nails clawed at her bed and my legs curled up. She moved the toy away and used her tongue to take me to heaven. I expected her to be done, but she gave me just a couple of seconds to pull myself together and resumed licking my clit, sucking it lightly and flicking it with her tongue.

Soon I was building my second orgasm, one that came from inside my pussy; it made me quiver, and I gave her what she was coveting. As I came again, I squirted; my warm fluid gushed out of me, soaking her face and her bed. She lifted herself and gave me a devious smile as she approached my face to kiss me.

“I want to do it again, and again, and again. May I?” She said, between kisses, I could taste my juices on her mouth, and it turned me on more. I nodded in agreement, and she made her way down my body, licking me along the way; her soaking face made my body wet.

When she reached my pussy again, she started running her fingers along my slit, pressing a bit more each time, making me moan when she rubbed my clit, and then she inserted two fingers in me without a warning, making me gasp.

Just as she was bringing her face closer to my pussy and sticking out her tongue, her phone buzzed. “Ignore it,” she said, her warm breath making my wet pussy tingle. Then the buzzing turned into an alarm sound.

“Fuck, we’re running late for work,” she said, and we both started laughing.

She silenced her phone, and she started getting dressed. I fumbled to get a suitcase with my clothes, and she asked, “Excuse me, Miss Squirter, don’t you think you should at least rinse your juices off?”

“Fuck, you’re right,” I replied and ran to the shower.

When I came out she had a set of lingerie and a brand new maid uniform ready for me.

“Hurry, I’m almost ready,” she said.

The lingerie set was black and see-through, with a tiny tanga. I knew that it would make my ass look amazing. The maid uniform had a top and a short skirt with a headdress; it was skimpier than my first outfit, but it was of much better quality. I stared at the clothes, hesitant about using them with my first customer.

“You’ll look amazing, and it was the first set I could find; hurry!” Carla said, as if she read my mind.

“And the uniform?” I asked, still frozen in place.

“A gift from me; I figured it would be a nice touch to start your career as an escort wearing that,” she replied, smiling. “If you don’t like it, it’s fine; you can wear something else. I just thought you would look sexy in it.”

I got dressed quickly with the first jeans and t-shirt I could find, but I took the uniform with me. Soon we were in her car, driving to the manor.

“So, are you still nervous?” she asked while holding my hand.

“Not as much; squirting on my girlfriend’s mouth certainly helped,” I replied.

“Anytime, babe,” she said. It was amazing how soothing this beautiful girl was turning out to be for me.

When we arrived at the manor, Puft greeted me with a radiant smile and a warm hug, as usual. “Gorgeous as ever,” he said.

“Thanks, but I’m wearing jeans and a plain shirt,” I replied.

“I know, but your beauty today is in your smile,” he said, turning to see me and Carla, who was holding my hand.

“You’re too sweet. By the way, I just met a very cute guy named Mitch, and he seemed interested in getting to know you. Should I set something up?” I replied.

“I’m not sure, Lucy. I’m on the shy side, but I’ll think about it. If you say he’s cute, I trust you, though.”

“Oh, he’s very good-looking alright; also, he has a fit bod, is blond with a square jaw, and has a thing for big protective guys,” Carla filled in.

“Sounds like my kind of guy; I’ll think about it,” Puft said and opened the door for us.

As we entered the dressing room, the girls stopped mid-chatter to welcome us. I expected the whole crew to be there, but I noticed some absences; some of the girls from the first floor weren’t there, and Mary was almost alone.

“Hey there,” I said, approaching her. “Is everything alright?”

“Not really, Manuel just stole a bunch of the girls from the manor and I feel responsible for all of this,” She said, pointing at the empty seats.

“I don’t think it’s your fault; if the bitches like being around a sexist pig that steals from them and abuses them, it’s on them,” I said.

“OH, FUCK THEM!!” She shouted. “I’m worried about my stance at the manor; I was a leader of sorts, and now we’re understaffed,” she replied, genuinely concerned.

“I might be able to help you a bit there with Lily; she and I are... close,” I replied.

“I don’t think there’s much to be done, but thanks anyway,” she replied and resumed getting dressed.

Walking towards my spot with the second-floor girls, I felt a weird mix of sadness, excitement, and nervousness; it was just too much for a single day.

“Hey there, ready for your big night?” Rey asked, hugging me.

“Almost, I mean, I still have to get dressed,” I replied, a little absent.

“And you need to get your makeup on; you cannot see a customer looking like an unfiltered picture.” That was Emma’s usual acid humor.

“I know, I know,” I replied and started undressing; somehow I felt out of place being around all these gorgeous semi-naked girls and being the only one dressed like a tomboy. When I was in my underwear, I sat down and started digging through my purse to find my makeup when the door to the dressing room opened.

“Good evening, ladies. I hope you all had a wonderful day and are ready to give our customers a very wonderful night.” It was Lily, dressed again as an elegant businesswoman but speaking in a lighthearted tone that lit the room.

“I have good news for you; we have someone returning to the manor,” she said, opening the door wider. Behind it was Liz, who ran to hug me.

“Damn, girl, you’re already naked with the girls; it took me like 6 months to earn their trust like that,” she said, still giving me one of her world-famous rib-crushing hugs.

“Yeah, Puft had a lot to do with that; he eased me in; otherwise, I would still be changing in the hallway,” I said.

“Also, she’s not a huge bitch, unlike 'someone,'” Emma said, and the room fell silent.

“HAHAHAHAHAHA, if someone here is a bitch, it is you, miss ‘I can’t do anal even if my life depended on it',” Liz replied. We all burst out laughing.

“So, I hear you’re one of the girls now. When were you planning on telling me?” Liz asked me.

“As soon as I saw you, I’ve had a lot on my mind,” I said.

She started undressing herself, and I handed her her uniform, which I still had in my bag. “I’m sorry it’s wrinkly as shit; I didn’t know you were coming back today.”

When she was in her underwear, I could notice she was wearing nice, sexy underwear, a pink set with discreet lacing; her huge breasts looked amazing. I would’ve never thought she would wear that kind of underwear, but then again, I didn’t know or even suspect she worked at a brothel, so I guess there’s a lot about her I don’t know.

“Actually, you don’t need to wear that. New house policy: just be presentable; you can wear whatever you want,” Lily said. She was still standing in the doorway.

“But it’s alright if I still wear it, right? I’m kind of used to it,” Liz replied.

Lily nodded a bit confused, and I said, “Yeah, it grows on you; maybe it’s some sort of Stockholm syndrome but with a dress instead of a person.”

“Whatever,” replied Lily, a little annoyed. “Lucy, do you have a minute? I need to discuss some things with you.”

I walked over to her office, not realizing I was wearing just my underwear. When I left the dressing room, I instinctively covered myself, and Lily caught me. “Hahahaha, you’re not shy all of a sudden, are you?”

That made me realize how silly it was for me to cover myself like that and moved my hands away, walking towards her office with a weird sense of confidence.

Upon entering her office, she pointed to the visitor's seat for me, and she sat in the boss's chair.

“So, first gig, are you ready?” She asked.

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” I said, a little nervous.

“That’s all I ask of you,” she said in a reassuring tone. “Are you wearing that outfit? You look hot!” she said excitedly.

“Yes, but also I have a new maid outfit; I figured it would be a funny inside joke,” I replied, smirking.

“You girls and your maid outfits. Suit yourself; just make sure it’s something sexy. Do you have your intro ready?” She asked.

“Yes, do you want to hear it?” I said, more excited than I expected.

“I’d love to, but let’s leave it as a surprise for later; for now I have to give you something.” She said this as she handed me a brand new padlock, which I received a little confused.

“Pick any locker you want; that way you won’t have to carry shoes, toiletries, or makeup all the time. Only the girls get one, and since today you’re one of the girls, you get that perk,” she said.

It was weirdly exciting getting something that validated me as one of the girls, even if it was something as trivial as a padlock.

“Now, go finish getting ready. As I said, you’re up in the Ruby room at 11. You can be on the floor from the start of the shift, or you can get there when the hour draws close; your choice,” she said.

“Thanks, but before that, I need to talk to you about Mary,” I said.

“What about her?” she asked curiously.

“I need to tell you that she’s the one who pushed me and convinced me to try my luck as one of the girls. She’s a good leader and a sweet but stern woman. I don’t think it’s fair for her to be in danger of losing her job just because some traitors went with that scumbag,” I said, a little angry.

“Oh, it’s that,” she replied, in her serious tone, “First of all, I don’t need you to tell me about how you are becoming one of the girls; I know the story and am aware of the role she played; it’s not minor, but it’s not like she scouted you. Still, if she’s capable of commanding such loyalty, it means my decision was the right one. Second, I know, and, more importantly, Miss Ruth knows, that she had nothing to do with the fleeing of the bitches; if anything, she is still here, even after receiving a very tempting offer from Manuel.

“Look, I’m not supposed to be telling you this, but the reason I’m only a temporary replacement here is because I’m going to start pulling Mary into management. I had planned to start next week, but we’ll will need to wait a little longer while we’re understaffed, for now she will help me scout some new girls.

“Where does this come from? Is she worried?” She asked, and all I could do was nod.

“Alright, thank you for bringing it to my attention. I need to ask you two favors, though. I need you to keep what I just told you a secret until I make it official, and I need you to ask Mary to come here; I need to soothe her nerves.” She said.

I walked back out and into the dressing room, where the girls were almost ready. I approached Mary and said, “Lily wants to see you, nothing bad, I promise.”

Without saying a word, Mary stood up and walked to her office, not realizing she was bottomless.

The girls asked me all at once what was going on, but I kept my mouth shut as promised. I just showed my padlock, and the girls went crazy, knowing what it meant.

“So, are you joining us for the opening of the manor?” Carla asked.

“I don’t think I’m ready for that; I’ll take my time fixing myself up and will go down near my scheduled time,” I replied.

Little by little the girls were ready and started walking out of the dressing room; when it was just Carla and me, I took out my brand new maid uniform and put it on. It was a perfect fit; the fabric felt soft on my skin, and the headdress made me feel like a porn actress ready to be fucked by the plumber or the man of the house.

“You’re absolutely gorgeous; I want to fuck you right now.” She said, while grabbing me by the hips, and planted a kiss on my belly button that left a red mark.

Right then Mary walked back in and came straight to me. I didn’t know what had happened and couldn’t read her face; all I could see were tears forming in her eyes. She stood in front of me and hugged me. “Thank you, thank you, thank you so fucking much!!!” she said as she held me tight.

“What happened?” I asked.

“She told me you would know; it’s happening soon, and you somehow pushed her to do it with whatever you said today, so thank you again. I owe you a bottle of bubbles or a good pussy licking, or both,” she said, with happy tears running down her face.

“The only pussy licking she’ll be getting is from me, thank you very much,” Carla said, a little annoyed.

“Ok, ok, just the champagne then; you don’t need to bite my head off. I’m just so fucking excited!” she said, and she walked back to her bench to finish getting ready.

“What was that about?” Carla asked.

“Sorry, Lily asked me not to tell any of the girls about it until she does,” I replied. Carla looked a little disappointed at my response.

“But I’m sure she won’t mind if I share it with my girlfriend at home,” I said, winking at her.

“She’s one lucky girl,” she replied and winked back at me.

“Alright honey, I have to be on the floor; I’ll see you soon,” Carla said and walked out, and Mary followed her, putting an arm around her, and they shared a laugh.

I kept applying my makeup in silence, and suddenly the loneliness got to me; somehow that room felt heavy and awkward without the energy from the girls.

That’s when I made up my mind. I finished my makeup as fast as I could, and I put on my fake, borrowed Ranolo Clanic’s. “I need to get some new shoes; I can’t wear the same ones every night,” I thought to myself.

I walked out, but before walking down to the main hall, I turned back to meet Puft. “So, what do you think?” I asked as I twirled for him.

“Damn, Lucy, you sure are one in a million. Good luck with your first customer tonight; I’m here if you need me,” he said sweetly.

Walking to the main hall felt like an hour-long process; I could feel the rug giving way under my high heels, and the paintings on the walls seemed to be looking at me, knowing what I was going to do. I could see each light flicker, and the flowery smell in the manor filled my nose as I kept walking slowly towards my destiny.

Even after my slow walk, I arrived at the main hall before the doors opened; all the girls were excited to see me and clapped silently.

"Honey, are you sure? You can come back when your customer arrives," Lily said in her maternal voice.

"It was driving me crazy being alone in the dressing room; I thought I had been there for an hour, and the doors were still closed. I need some distraction, and even if I don't take a customer yet, I think the practice could be good for me. Is that okay with you?" I asked her.

"I actually love the idea; stay next to me and I'll help you. Have you decided on a stage name yet?" She asked.

"Yes, I'm Layla; nice to meet you," I replied, making a posh accent.

"Layla, that is a lovely name. Nice to meet you." After shaking my hand, she took a step forward and said, "Alright, girls, it's showtime." Is everyone ready?" All the girls nodded, and she opened the doors of the hall. Behind them a few men were waiting; I could see the hostess stand and the door to the street. I thought it was funny how I had never seen that part of the manor.

A couple of guys went straight for a specific girl; Carla was one of them. A men who looked almost 60 walked towards her, gave her a peck on the cheek, and they made small talk for a couple of minutes. Soon after, she grabbed him by the hand and guided him upstairs.

I was in awe watching that old fart drag my girlfriend away to do unthinkable things to her, and I wished I was there to witness it or even take part in it.

A couple more guys started chatting with girls at random, and Lily quickly approached one of them.

"Hello sir, my guess is you're Robert, right?" She spoke to him in a very nice tone.

"No, no, I'm..." Wait, you mean the fake one? Yes, I'm Robert," he said with evident nervousness. "I was just thinking of who is available. I mean, can I pick?"

"Yes, if a girl is alone, you can approach her, and if you like her, she'll guide you to a private room," Lily replied.

"Ok, thanks, and about the payment?" He asked, his voice growing smaller with each question.

Lily patiently explained the services and prices, how to pay, and the expected tip for the girls.

"So, any girl, right?" He asked.

"Yes, go ahead and mingle; I'm sure you'll find one you'll love," Lily said and shook his hand.

He immediately turned to see me and introduced himself, "Hi. I'm Robert; what's your name, gorgeous?"

"Hi Robert. I'm Layla. So, I heard this is your first time at the manor?" I said, still in my fake posh accent, that I immediately noticed was going to be impossible to maintain in the long run.

"You sound nervous; do I make you nervous?" He asked.

"Maybe a little. I'm not as experienced as most girls, and..." I replied, but Lily quickly interrupted us.

“And unfortunately she has an appointment coming soon, sorry dear,” she said to the customer.

“Oh, yeah, I get it. Am I bothering you? I could go talk to any of the other girls,” he said, bashfully.

I turned to see Lily, not knowing what to do. “It’s your call. I don’t mind if you two chat, but you need to be free for your customer, ok?” she said.

Robert and I talked for a couple of minutes. I didn’t even notice Lily had gone until she came back with Emma in tow.

“I'm sorry to intrude." Robert, this is Violet; she was curious to meet you," Lily said, and they started chatting. I stood there listening to them until Lily gave a light tug and pulled me away.

“You need to give them privacy, or the customer might think you’re a package deal, and that’s way more expensive. How did you feel talking to a potential customer?” she asked, almost whispering.

“I was nervous, but I think I did alright. He was nice and shy about the whole deal,” I replied.

“That’s common for first-timers, but those are the ones we should be more careful with; that’s why I sent Violet with him. She has the right attitude in case he turns out not to be so nice,” she said; now she sounded like a teacher.

We spent a while like that, with that same dynamic. A customer would approach me; we would talk a bit, and then Lily would approach us with another girl to take him.

When Violet and Robert finished, he approached Lily to pay, and he said to me, “It was a pleasure meeting you. Is it ok if I ask your madame for a date with you?”

I nodded and said, “Yes, I’m Layla; just ask for me, and she can set everything up. I can’t wait!” I said, smiling, trying to hide my nervousness.

“Trust me, I can’t wait either. May I ask you to wear that same outfit?” he said.

“Sure thing, just tell Lily that, and we’ll make it happen, sweetie,” I replied, and Lily winked at me.

He left almost skipping, and Emma, sorry, Violet, gave me a nudge with her elbow and a wink.

For a while I watched girls and customers come and go, all while staying close to Lily. She would give me pointers every now and then, and I learned a great deal about how to deal with customers, at least in public.

Then it struck me: the earlier audition and what she had told Rebecca about the manor not being suitable for first-timers. I had to ask her, “This isn’t what usually happens with a new girl here, is it?” I whispered.

“No honey, it’s nothing like this; new girls here have experience and must know this whole dance to the T. You’re a special case for most of us. Even Miss Ruth was willing to bend her own rules, given your attitude with her; you really won her over, but know this: you have a lot to prove, and if you feel that you can’t, it’s better if you say so before you fail her.” She spoke in a slightly stern voice.

I nodded and let the reality sink in a bit.

After what felt like 5 minutes, Mary, or rather Selene, approached me; a guy in his late 30s had her by the waist. “Hi Layla, meet Mr. Bond; he’s your date for tonight. Didn’t I tell you she’s a cutie?”

“Yes, you did, and you were right. Nice to meet you, Layla. By the way, I used to be Mr. Buffalo, but Lily here let me choose a new name, and I thank her for that. I’m no buffalo by any standard,” he said, excited.

His looks certainly didn’t match the name of a beast that size; he was small, barely taller than me, and thin-complexioned, apart from a light dad bod. He had a receding hairline that he didn’t try to hide, with a 5 o’clock shade that made him look manly; overall, he was nice looking without being all that handsome, just an average guy.

“Oh, don’t say that; I’m sure that in private you deserve the name,” I replied, and he laughed nervously. “I guess we’ll find out; come, let’s talk,” I said, grabbing his arm and walking away with him.

“So, you know I’m Layla, and I’m pretty sure you also know I’m the newest girl on the manor. I like sex, obviously, and the reason I had the luck to be picked for you is because I loooove causing a bit of pain; it turns me on to hear someone moan and grunt under my heel,” I said while keeping eye contact.

His eyes grew wider as I said those things, and he swallowed hard. “Yes, I think that would be a good match with my, uh, tastes, and what else do you like?” he asked.

“Well, I love giving head and playing with a guy’s balls. I love being deepthroated and penetration. I love getting creampies, even if there’s a condom in the middle, and I won’t stop until I know you’re satisfied. What do you think? Can we go play in private?” I said in a seductive tone that I didn’t know I could fake.

Bond arranged his pants, trying to hide his erection, and nodded.

I put his arm around my hips and started walking towards my room. He stopped and said, “Wait, I need my stuff,” and he dashed to a nearby couch where he grabbed a small suitcase. Soon his arm was around me again.

We walked to the room, and I could feel everyone's eyes on us, or rather on me. This time I swallowed hard before opening the door.

I crossed the threshold, and a fruity and floral scent hit me; somehow that helped me soothe my nerves. I closed the door behind us, and I approached Bond in a seductive manner.

“So, how do you want it to happen?” I asked, clearly creating a strong presence for him.

“I... I want you to use some cuffs to make me stay in bed, lying down, and I have some paddles and a small whip for you to use, mainly on my bottom. You can do my legs and back too, just not too much; I’m a bit of a wuss,” he said, blushing.

“We’ll see about that. Ok then, why don't you get naked? Should I help you?” I asked.

“Actually,” He said, and opened his suitcase, from which he got a pair of strange-looking scissors that had a rounded tip but appeared to be incredibly sharp. “Would you mind?”

I gave him a devilish grin and nodded. “Of course, I promise not to hurt you. With the scissors.”

Using the scissors, I pointed to the bed, where he went to lie on his belly and spread his legs and arms.

I rummaged through his suitcase and found some leather restraints that had long chains; I quickly understood how they worked and walked to him, restraints in hand. I understood that from that moment on I was not the shy, inexperienced escort; I had to start behaving like her mistress, and he was to subdue himself to me.

He was looking at me, and I said, “What are you looking at? Look away; I’ll let you know when you have permission to see me.” He gave me a huge smile and turned around.

I then opened one of the cuffs and put it around his right ankle; my actions made him gasp, and that made me realize how aroused I was at this situation.

When the cuff was secure around his ankle, I took the chain and gave it a little tug, then I started looking at the base of the bed, looking for something to attach the chain to. Quickly I found a metallic loop that looked like it had been used before; I used it to secure the chain, and then I moved on to his left leg.

I repeated the process for his right arm, and when I moved to his left arm, his face was in front of my pussy. I slid my panties to a side and ran a finger through my soaking wet slit and fed it to him. He closed his eyes and licked and sucked on my finger until all remnants of my juices where gone.

“Look away,” I commanded, and he followed my instructions.

I secured his only free limb, and he was at my mercy.

“Very well Bond; seems like you have nowhere to go,” I said.

“Wes,” he replied.

“WHAT?” I said, faking rage.

“Please, Lady Layla, my name is Wes. I know we’re supposed to use fake names, but it would be so much better for me if you used my real name, so please, if you could, use my real name, please. I’m sorry,” he said, in a submissive way.

“Alright, Wes, I’ll do what you ask, but since you interrupted me AND asked something of me, you’ll face a severe punishment,” I said in my stern voice.

“Yes, Lady Layla, I deserve it; please punish me,” he said.

I moved his head down on the mattress so he couldn’t see anything, and then I went through his suitcase, where he had some spare clothes and his toys, as promised. I found three wooden paddles from large to small, one small whip with several leather threads, and a blindfold; all of it smelled clean, like it had been disinfected with chlorine.

I slapped the paddles on my hands; he jumped every time the slap thundered in the room.

Then I swung the whip a couple of times; his swooshing sound had no effect on my customer, so I used it lightly on my hand, but again, no reaction. I guess I needed to use it on him.

“I found some very interesting toys in your suitcase; it’s just what I needed to punish you for your insolence,” I said as I walked over to him.

He turned his face around and said, “Wait, sorry, I forgot; it’s goldfish; my safeword is goldfish; if you go overboard, I’ll say that, and you’ll stop, ok?”

I knew about safewords, but in my excitement I forgot to set one from the start; that was a serious mistake.

"Ok, goldfish, got it," I replied, using my friendly voice.

I grabbed the largest paddle and ran it through his body, starting from the ankles and rising all the way to the back of his head.

"Are you sorry for your insolence?" I asked.

"Yes, Lady Layla, I'm extremely sorry," he pleaded.

I then landed a spank on his ass. It wasn't very hard, and he was still wearing his pants, so he must've barely felt it.

'Smack,' 'smack,' one after another, using the same paddle but alternating his butt cheeks.

"Tell me how sorry you are," I demanded.

"I'm so very sorry, I'm a fool and disrespectful, I deserve to be punished," he said, as he grunted with each smack of the paddle.

"I don't think you're actually sorry yet. But your pants are in my way, and I want you to learn your lesson. Should I remove them?" I asked, pulling lightly on the waist of his pants.

"Do as you please lady Layla, I'm yours to educate," he answered.

I walked back to the suitcase where I left the scissors; I looked at them and fretted for a second. I had never done anything like that, and I wasn't sure I could do it without injuring him.

"Alright, Wes," I said, "since you've been misbehaving, your next punishment will be to loose your clothes," as I said that I opened and closed the scissors a few times making a light metallic sound that somehow filled the room.

"Do not move, or you could lose more than your clothes," I said.

"Yes, Lady Layla," he replied.

I proceeded to grab the bottom of the left leg of his pants. He was wearing cheap sweats; the scissors easily cut through the bottom elastic, and from then on, moving up his leg, it was a pretty much constant motion.

When I got to his butt, the cold metal made him shiver. "Stay fucking still!" I shouted. I'd love to say I was so into the character that the authoritative voice came naturally. But in reality I was so fucking nervous to cut him that I actually reacted out of fear.

I stayed my hand and started making small cuts until I reached the top elastic band. I struggled a bit to cut it, but I made it happen.

I then moved to his right leg and repeated the same motion. I finished by cutting a connection between both sides at his butt, leaving his navy blue briefs on display.

Without saying a word, I cut the elastic on his underwear and then set the scissors aside. I ripped his briefs open using my hands, and he gasped when he heard the ripping sound and felt the strong pull in his privates.

Next I started cutting open his sweatshirt along with a simple white t-shirt he was wearing. I had no idea what I was doing, so I took way longer than I expected, and I left a mess of ribbons of fabric.

Finally, he was naked, lying on top of the pieces of his clothes, and I ran my fingernails from the back of his head to his feet, back and forth a few times, applying more pressure each time, leaving red markings on his milky skin.

He started raising his hips and shifting them; I slapped his ass and commanded, "Stop moving!"

"Yes, Lady Layla. I'm sorry I need to ask you a favor, please; I'll take any punishment for it. But please, could you help me fix my... little Wes? Just move it so it can grow freely, please," he begged.

"You ask too much, but I'll do as you wish. But you will get extra punishment for this," I replied.

He lifted his hips, and I slid a hand between the mattress and him; that's when I noticed his balls were larger than expected, given his small size.

When my hand reached his cock I stopped for a second, feeling his stiff member made it all real for me, I was getting paid to touch this man's cock.

I froze for a second, letting his hard cock rest on my hand, pondering, but a light moan from him brought me back. I closed my hand and realized he also had a thick penis. At least it felt that way. I gave it a little tug, and I couldn't feel the end of it; he was also large.

I grabbed it tightly, and he moaned again. I started pulling it towards me, and he raised his hips, letting it move under him until it was completely out, pointing down.

This little guy had the biggest real cock I had seen in my life; it was almost as big and wide as the strap-on Carla had given me. I almost gave in and started playing with it. But I still had a mission.

I walked away and brought with me all the paddles and the whip, setting them all on the bed surrounding him.

"Alright Wes, your filthy cock is free now, and you must face your punishment. How should we start?" I asked, and without waiting for an answer, I started fondling his balls, soft at first and then squeezing harder, making him grunt in pain.

"I think you're enjoying that; maybe you need a harder punishment," I said, moving my hand to his butt and spreading lightly his cheeks.

"Goldfish!" he said.

"Ok, so no butt stuff, right?" I asked, using my soft voice.

"No, nothing at all, sorry," he mustered.

"Don't worry, I won't go there." I replied, and patted lightly his butt.

"Ok Wes, it seems like you are ready for some of the tools I have here; what should we use first?" I said. Returning to my dominant voice.

"Maybe one of the paddles, yes. I like that idea," I said, grabbing the biggest paddle.

'smack!' I spanked him, lightly first.

'Smack!' A second time, harder; this made him squirm a bit.

'SMACK!' A third spank was delivered even harder, which made him grunt in pain.

"More please, I deserve all your hate; please punish me harder," he said.

'SMACK!!!' This time he moaned loudly, and I could see his cock starting to leak.

I changed to the medium paddle and switched to his other butt cheek.

'Smack!' I started soft again.

"Harder, please!" He begged.

"Silence," I commanded.

'SPANK!' I hit him hard, and he moaned again.

"Yes!" he said.

I walked over to his head, and with his eyes fixed on me, I took off my panties, which were already soaking wet, and pressed them against his lips. He opened his mouth and I pushed my panties in, leaving a little bit of them sticking out. I was pretty sure he could spit them out and say the safe word if he wanted, and he made no objection, so I left them there.

"I told you to be quiet," I said, and walked back to his ass.

While I was gone, his butt had reddened quite a bit. I could see all the tender spots where I had spanked him.

I grabbed the smaller paddle and decided to take a different approach with it.

I started spanking him, with less strength, but alternating each cheek and hitting him several times.

'Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!' with each spank he would moan and the harder ones made him grunt.

I repeated that same action several times until his butt was too red.

Then I grabbed the whip and swirled it around, all while in his eyesight.

"Are you ready for your next punishment?" I asked. He just nodded.

I ran the strings of the whip along his body as I had done with my fingers before; the marks left by my nails were still there.

After a couple of passes through his body, I gave him a little hit on his left foot; he moaned, and I did the same on his right.

Then I moved up his body, targeting his calves and his thighs, I skipped his butt and moved to his back, where I landed several hits, increasing in intensity, making him moan and grunt; the muffled sound of his moans while gagged by my underwear made me incredibly horny.

Then I returned to his ass; I landed a few hits, and then I started spinning the whip and hitting him with the tips of the strings. I had never done that before, but I saw it in a porn once and thought I could try it.

He moaned a few times, and his cock was leaking like crazy, but he suddenly said, "Goldfish!"

I stopped in my tracks. "Are you alright, honey?" I asked, worried.

"Oh, I'm more than alright. But my ass is done for; maybe we could, uhm, make me finish?" He said.

"Yes, of course, but I want to try something else before untying you. Can I?" I asked.

"Ok, sure, just not on my butt. Please."

I planted a kiss on his forehead and walked over to his feet.

I climbed the bed and stood between his spread legs. It was hard keeping the balance while wearing my high heels, but it was needed for what I wanted to try.

I approached his crotch and moved his stiff cock with the tip of my shoe.

"Oh. God yes!" He said when he felt my shoe playing with his cock.

I lifted my foot lightly and put it over his cock; he fell silent, and I started applying pressure on his cock.

"God, yes, yes. "That feels so good," he said, and I kept applying pressure.

I was afraid I could really hurt him, so I got rid of the shoes and kept stepping on his erect penis; his cum stained the soles of my feet, and he started moaning and groaning.

Then I knelt and rubbed off any soil left on his cock.

I undid his feet and then his hands; when he was free, he asked, "Do you suck cock?"

"I do, but I don't know if I can take your whole monster inside my mouth; I'll try, though," I said with a huge smirk.

I walked to the bedside table, where I found a large-size condom, and started putting it on him.

"Can you do it bare?" He pleaded.

"Sorry. House rules," I replied, without stopping. I perfomed a combination of putting the condom on him and jerking his cock at the same time; he seemed to enjoy it.

I put the tip of his cock inside my mouth while keeping eye contact with him. He moaned and said, "Yes, please, suck my cock."

My head started bobbing up and down on his cock, he was a tight fit and I couldn't take it all the way in, I started gagging before that, but I powered through, my eyes started watering and my jaw hurt, but I had to make this monster cock cum.

I started playing with his balls, and he started tensing. I figured he was close, so I sped up.

Suddenly he pulled my head away from his crotch.

"Can we have sex? I want to fuck you, is that alright?" He asked.

"Yes, of course, let me get naked for you." I replied and started undoing the straps on my top.

"NO!" he shouted, "sorry, no, keep the uniform on, I want to cum on it, is it ok?"

I didn't reply; I just readjusted the straps I had loosened and lay on the bed. He stood in front of me and lifted my skirt, revealing my pussy; without wasting time, he pressed his manhood inside me. The saliva still covering the condom eased his way in; I was soaked, and he had no trouble penetrating me.

He started pumping me furiously; I was too horny to give him pointers. I just used my right hand to stimulate my clitoris as his fat cock filled my tight pussy.

He kept pounding me, and soon I felt my ass tighten and my clit harden. I was cumming, and he was close too.

I shivered with his cock still inside me, and my hips buckled; I had come, and he was still pumping me.

Soon he exclaimed, "I'm cumming; your pussy is so tight. I'm cumming!"

He took his cock out of me and peeled off the condom; after just a couple of pumps with his hands, his cum started erupting. Two large streams landed on my chest and belly, and then a significant amount oozed into my skirt, which I had arranged to receive his load.

After he was done, he started collecting his toys. When he turned around to put them in his suitcase, I took a good look at his backside; his butt had loads of red dots, and his entire body had red marks from where I had been.

"I think I did a number on your back," I said proudly.

"Yes, you did; it was amazing," he said.

He got dressed, and before walking out, he opened his wallet and handed me a stack of bills.

"You were wonderful; could we do it again?" He asked; I just nodded. "Do you know anything of wax play?" Was his next question.

I looked at him scared, and he read it on my face: "Oh, no, not for you, for me. If you can't, it's not a big deal, but I would love to try it."

"Oh, then yes, we can try it; you can make the arrangements with Lily," I said and winked at him.

He opened his wallet again and took a couple hundred extra dollars and gave them to me. "You were amazing; you have a new regular, Layla," he said and walked away.

"A new regular," I repeated.

I stayed as I was for a while. Pondering what had just happened and how I felt about it. I was a mess of cum and sweat and saliva. My pussy was sore, and I actually came with my first customer.

I counted the tip. It was more money than what I made in a week of scrubbing floors, and I was still getting paid by the manor.

Suddenly the door opened; it was Liz.

"Hey there, Layla, how was your first customer?" She asked.

I just pointed at the mess I was in, and she smiled. I obviously told her everything that happened as I took a shower. There was no way for me to put on any of the clothes I had been wearing, so Liz gave me a trash bag to put them in, and I wrapped myself in a towel.

When I entered the dressing room, Carla was there along with Mary.

"So?" They both asked in unison.

I let them know how it all went and how much tip he gave me.

"I told you he was a great tipper and a nice guy. I'm glad you had fun," Mary said and hugged me, then she left the dressing room.

"So? Do you want to go back home?" Carla asked.

I replied by putting on the spare lingerie that I had brought and offering her my hand.

We walked back to the main hall; when I arrived there, Lily received me with a hug.

"So, what is it going to be?" She asked.

"I'm one of the girls. Put me on the schedule, and we'll see how it goes for me," I said confidently.

"Honey, you already have two appointments. Do you want to keep working tonight?" She asked.

I didn't reply; I just walked over to an incoming customer and started talking to him, winking at Lily.

This was my life now.

This sets the end of this story for Lucy, Carla and the rest of the girls. I have a couple new stories lined up next, but I know I left some open ideas here, so if you want to know what happens next, let me know in the comments, we could still explore:

Puft and Mitch date

What happened at the waitress audition

Carla's origin story

Mary becoming the Madame

Lucy taking on new customers or his wax session with Wes.

Or should we move on to a new story

Let me know in the comments, thank you for your patronage!