A few evenings a week, I work as the 'entertainment' at an exclusive gentleman's club, paid well to do whatever the men want. Sometimes I am ordered to put on a show for anyone who wants to watch and the rest of the time I am available to be summoned by any of them as they sit around in their leather armchairs sipping expensive whisky. I am dressed for their pleasure in just a black bodice that leaves my breasts exposed, stockings attached to the bottom of the bodice and high heels. Usually I begin the evening with a dress over the top, but it ends up being removed quite quickly, often by the manager, who likes to take advantage of his position by insisting on checking that I am dressed appropriately. I am forbidden to wear any knickers, being required to leave myself available to for use in any hole.
Tonight, the first man to summon me is Mr J, a regular who is usually gentle and undemanding. He asks me to fetch him another whisky. I return with a glass and lean over him slightly to place it on the side table next to his chair. Then I stand in front of him, awaiting any further instructions, and he pats his knee for me to sit. As I perch on his knee, he pulls me towards him, kissing me while his hands roam gently over my back and down to my bottom, giving it a firm squeeze before pushing me away and waving his hand to dismiss me, at least for now.
As I walk back across the room, Mr W clicks his fingers at me. He points to the floor in front of him, ordering me to kneel, then unzips his trousers, freeing his cock. Grabbing my head roughly, he pulls it towards his crotch. I feel his cock become stiffer as I work my mouth up and down the shaft, occasionally pulling back to run my tongue over the tip. As it reaches its full hardness, he places his hand firmly on the back of my head, forcing me to take his cock deeply. I struggle to take his entire length, especially at that angle, but thankfully he is in a gentler mood than usual and does not force it into my throat, allowing me to use my hand to cover the part of his cock that is still outside my mouth. It is not long before I feel his cum spurting into my mouth. Obediently, I swallow, feeling slightly ashamed of having to perform such intimate actions with men to whom I mean nothing. He grabs my hair to pull me upright on my knees, gives one of my exposed nipples a sharp pinch and then tells me to go. I have a quick drink and reapply my lipstick before waiting to be summoned again.
Mr P is the next to request my company. He orders me to turn around to face away from him and to bend over. I blush as I feel him staring at my arse and pussy, trying not to think about how exposed I am. His hands grab my arse and stroke it before he gives me a few sharp spanks. I gasp in surprise, but manage to hold my position, knowing that disobedience will only earn me a harder punishment. His spanks become harder and I feel my arse becoming warm and probably looking rather red. It hurts, but I have no choice except to endure it (or to use a safeword and leave this well-paid job). As he finishes, he rubs a finger over my pussy and turns me to face him. "You're wet - you enjoyed that, didn't you? Such a slut...". He pushes his finger into my mouth and I suck it clean, tasting the wetness that betrays my arousal. I can see other men watching me and I know that there are others behind me who are staring at my red arse. "Go, slut," he tells me.
As I walk away, blushing, my arm is grabbed by another man, Mr B. He pulls me onto his lap so that I am straddling him then positions me over his cock, which he has freed from his trousers and covered with a condom. He forces me down until I have taken his entire length inside me. I moan softly in pleasure as well as slight surprise and he orders me to ride his cock. After a while, my legs tire and he holds me in place while he thrusts upwards until he cums. Then he instructs me to kneel, remove the condom and clean his cock, which quickly softens as I lick every part of it.
Having been dismissed, I dispose of the condom and take a few minutes to clean myself up a bit and have a quick drink before heading back out. Much as I try to tell myself that this is just a job, I am aroused by the control these men have over me, despite the feelings of shame at the way that they use me. I desperately hope that one of the men will choose to provide me with an orgasm before the end of the evening.
I am summoned by Mr N, a man who comes in here frequently. He always demands to be referred to as 'Daddy'.
