I stumbled through the red curtain that separated the main hall of the mansion from the large dressing room that my fellow Charites used more as an 'undressing room'. I whined as I walked across the large rectangular space and sat my wide naked bottom down upon one of the soft red-cushioned swivel chairs in there. My pussy felt wrecked, stretched out and really sore, and I was going to have to deal with that.
My name is Greta, Greta Klein, but I have a new name now, Ariadne, pronounced 'Arie-odd-knee', that name meaning 'utterly pure', though I felt nowhere near pure at the moment. I had just been ass-fucked by my first Hermes, one of the rich and powerful men that came here to Aphrodite's Arms to fulfill their sexual desires, Aphrodite's Arms being the most exclusive club for prostitution in the entire world. My ass, however, was not what was bothering me. That man that had just taken my Charites 'virginity' had also used a huge strap-on dildo on me, spread my pussy wider than a pop can, and I was definitely feeling that burn right now.
My Horae, pronounced 'Ohr-riss', was a young African American woman the same age as I was, twenty-two, and I knew her as Kennedy, but here in this place she was called 'Callisto'. Because she was my Horae, my handler and trainer, I was only permitted to call her 'my Horae'. It was demeaning, but I was being paid one million dollars to work here for a full year, and my college education was paid for on top of that, so being servile was just something I was going to have to get used to.
As a Charites, pronounced 'Ka-ree-tess', I was a handmaiden of Aphrodite, a title and station I had to live up to here at Aphrodite's Arms. That meant I serviced a number of Hermes every night I worked, that schedule being every other night when I was not on my period. I had a number of rules to follow, and I still did not know many of those rules, and the punishment for not following them was...strict. Getting two marks meant you got put up in the stocks for six hours, six hours of ball-gagged captive fucking by all of the Hermes lined up to get a piece of your ass for free while they were here. This was my first night here, my debut, and I did not want to screw up and get put up on stage in the stocks. The thought of it terrified me.
This place was not what I'd expected it to be. For one thing, I was to be nude my entire year here, and I was only allowed to wear a thong when I was on my period. Otherwise, my little white bowtie and soft white-felt slip on shoes were my only other articles of clothing allowed. Not only that, but the birth control they had me on, the Olympian Ambrosia, drove my libido through the roof. I was constantly horny, and that first month of taking it before I came here caused me to masturbate so often that I thought I had a sexual disorder. To top it off I was going to be 'given' a ring after my first night here, a silver diamond ring that I would NOT be wearing on a finger. No, that ring was going in my right labia, and I wasn't looking forward to that piercing, either.
I had just been a normal college student before Kennedy had handpicked me out of thousands of girls across a number of universities. She had convinced me to prostitute myself for a lot of money and benefits, something I just couldn't say no to. I had never even considered becoming any kind of a prostitute; such a thing was something I had frowned upon heavily in the past. Now I was here, and I had just serviced my first Hermes, so...I officially felt like a whore. It did not sit well in my psyche.
I should have known this would happen. Even with my sore pussy bothering me, it was my own guilt that was bothering me more. I slumped in the chair I was in, my blue eyes watering a little as I felt the weight of it all hit me. I'd just had sex with a man for money, and I did not like the feeling it brought down upon me. It made me feel worthless, made me feel like a liar and a hypocrite. I had never had anything against sex workers, but...that didn't mean I'd ever wanted to become one. It was really hitting me hard.
I was a blue-eyed twenty-two-year-old white girl, five-five, one-hundred and thirty-eight pounds, with an hourglass figure, C-cup breasts with large brownish-red nipples, and good hips with a very bald, very shaved, and very visible vulva between my legs. I used to have long curly black hair, but now my hair was in a short, short pixie cut and dyed blonde to fit in with my new persona as Ariadne, the Utterly Pure One. However, this new identity of mine was proving difficult to accept, even for the amount of money I was being offered.
I cried a little in my red-cushioned swivel chair as another Charites walked in and sat down across from me. She was nude, of course, wearing only a black bowtie and soft black-felt slip on shoes, a white girl like myself but a little older maybe, probably in her mid-twenties. She was taller than I, at least five-ten, but she was lithe with a little bit of athletic muscle as opposed to my short hourglass figure. She had a sharp face with startling green eyes, that sharply attractive face ringed by long curly black hair set up in a pony tail, hair much like my own before mine had been cut and dyed. She had little B-cup breasts with brick-red nipples in the centers of them, and she spread her legs open as she sat down across from me, displaying her open pussy to show off the six silver rings along her inner labia, each with a small black diamond in their centers. She had a little white stream of cum slipping out of her hole down the crack of her ass, and I could see some of it on her inner thighs, so she had just come back from servicing a Hermes, just like me.
She gave me an amused smile as she stared at me, but this upset me even more. I reached up and wiped at my own tears as she simply smiled and said nothing.
"What?" I asked in a choked voice.
"You must be the fresh meat," said this other woman. "The one they call 'Ariadne'."
I didn't like the tone of her voice or what she said, so I was automatically on the defensive.
"Leave me alone," I sniffed as I reached up and wiped away a couple of more tears.
"Don't be rude to me," frowned this other Charites. "You'd better cross all your t's and dot all your i's while you're here, little girl, or you'll be getting pumped in the stocks. Six hours of constant fucking. That's three hundred and sixty minutes of getting fucked in both of your holes. That's what happens to most of the fresh meat that comes in off the street."
"I didn't come in off the street," I frowned. "Ken...M...My Horae recruited me while I was getting ready to start my junior year in college."
"Another college girl," snorted this woman. "How original...and fucking stupid...Yeah, you'll end up just like Chloe. I'm sure you saw her out there on stage, right? She came in just last week, and she's already up there...Pathetic."
I didn't like this woman at all. I was hurting between my legs, I was upset over what I'd become, and I did not need this woman's bullshit right now.
"Don't insult me," I warned her.
This woman gave me an evil smile and just shook her head.
"Yeah, poor Chloe," she replied. "Her name means 'green shoot', and she'd just gotten her first ring last week. It's a pretty little emerald to go with her green bowtie and shoes. She's green, just like her name. Poor thing only made a couple of tiny mistakes..."
She shrugged and gave me a nasty smirk.
I'd had enough of her already, but my curiosity got the better of me. I really wanted to know what 'poor Chloe' had done so that I didn't make the same mistakes.
"What did she do?" I asked.
"Medeia!" came Kennedy's voice from the other side of the room.
This other woman, 'Medeia', narrowed her green eyes at me and gave me a wide smile.
Kennedy marched up to us from the red curtain that led back into the servants' hall. My friend and Horae was now nude except for a red bowtie and her own soft-felt red slip on shoes, her dark-skinned body a taller, thinner hourglass in comparison to mine, her C-cup breasts displaying large black nipples in the centers of them. She had mentioned to me earlier that she was doing 'charity' work tonight and that she would be a Charites again for a short time, but this was the first time I had seen her naked, and it stunned me into saying nothing for a moment.
"Out," ordered Kennedy as she glared at 'Medeia' and thumbed back toward the servants' hall. "You can take your break elsewhere."
This 'Medeia' stood and gave Kennedy a condescending smile before replying to her.
