Maatis stood on the viewing platform, looking at his feet or the gilded edge of the stage; anywhere but the women standing before him. With a little bit of courage, he peeked at their beautiful feet or their shapely legs. Maatis knew better than to be hopeful of the women passing by, picking their men—hopeful that the rest of them was the same. The scent of sex in the lounges reached him, and he was getting hard.
Though the viewing room cleared out, Maatis was not surprised; he was a man that was too coy for most women, and it didn't help that his sign, and the madame, described him as bisexual either. It wasn't a lie, but it is what it is, and only a few women who brought their along their own men-loving-men desired him.
Madam Oria clapped her hand to gain the looked-over men's attention. "That is all, gentlemen. You have leisure to work the stage or the lounges."
Maatis stepped off the platform and headed to the bar. "Hey, what's up. Give me the usual."
The bartender handed him his drink, and said, "So, no luck tonight?"
Maatis swallowed the drink before answering. "You know how it is. Some nights, you're busy fucking, licking, sucking, and then other nights, no one wants you."
"Well, at least you can rest up. Some of the women coming through here like to fuck for hours."
He had nothing to say to that, and instead, gestured for one more drink. He liked to fuck, needed to fuck. That's why he was there. Working at the brothel calmed his raging ass down, and fucking takes him to the headspace he craved nearly each hour of the day. He swallowed his drink and head to the lounges. In the corridor, sex workers sucked on their mistresses' breasts. There were a few sex workers sniffing their mistresses' pussy, kissing their hairy mound or bare crotch. Some men were on their hands and knees, licking on the women toes, begging for a taste of their pussy.
Maatis walked through the corridor to the lounges and stood by the door to scan the room. His friend, Rubio, was on stage stroking his hard big cock, slowly, showing how his skin moved over the erected flesh. Rubio massaged his balls as he stroked his cock, lolling his head back, moaning. The muscles in his arm twitched with each movement. Some of the women in the crowd were fingering their pussy, and others had their men licking their ass and pussy as they watched Rubio on stage.
A woman approached Maatis with her slut following closely behind. "You want to join us?"
Maatis smirked. "Haven't seen everything yet, so no." He exited the lounge and entered another adjacent to it. There, on a central spinning platform, was a man bent over fucking his ass with a dildo. He moaned into the mic attached to his collar, moaned as he pulled the dildo out of his ass and shoved it back in.
The sounds echoed throughout the room, reeling Maatis into a trance. He walked further into the room and began stroking his already hard cock. He closed his eyes and imagined a woman fingering his asshole, slowly massaging his prostate as he came into a man's mouth. He wanted so badly to taste a warm, wet pussy, or to rim the ass and pussy of a powerful woman, as he is getting pounded or sucked on.
Maatis began stroking faster as he focused on the moaning and the sound of the dildo entering the man's ass.
But all that came to an end when Madame tapped him on the shoulders. "Maatis, Maatis. I have someone for you."
He coaxed his cock back into his undergarment before responding to the whorehouse owner. "Someone?"
"Yes," she said, "She came too late for the viewings, but nevertheless wanted four men. She was very specific, too. I think she had been here before, scouting who she wants. I don't blame her. Must not have a lot of money to spare for sorry fucking. You want her?"
"Who all did she name?" Maatis searched the room for who he hoped the men were.
"Well, you, obviously, and Liano, Rubio, Shion."
Liano was a switch that swung too much on the dominant side for most women patronizing the whorehouse. He was usually called for threesomes in which the women watched him fuck their househusbands, and so he seldomly would wait around to be picked. Rubio had a reputation of being a squirt-pig; he craves it and would eat the pussy of women until they sprawled across the bed, spent. Shion was...what he was: just a filler that many of the women weren't so sure about but wanted to try...and he filled that role completely, doing exactly what they needed, what they crave but could not say. Maatis became excited at the thought of all four of them fucking, hoping that the unknown woman knew how to control them and, most importantly, knew herself well enough to utilize them. "Yes, I want her."
Madame led the way out of the lounge and down the corridor and then up the stairs. And when they crossed the bridge connecting to the other building, Maatis watched the people below search for their own vice in the red-light district. Down the hall, he saw that the rest of the men gathered before the presidential suite, looking sweating and grungy.
"Shouldn't we shower first?" he asked.
"Oh no. She doesn't want to waste much time, told me that there's a reason why she chose that room in the first place." Madame winked at him before they reached the door. She knocked and announced, "Your present has arrived."
Maatis knew the ritual of how the madame had to disappear before the door would open, but still, anticipation shortened his patience.
Then the door finally opened, revealing a woman sitting in a Grecian pool, steam curling in the air above the hot water. She sipped on a complimentary drink, which Maatis knew to be mixed with natural psychoactive drugs. Tribal and gang tattoos covered her breast and arms, as far as he could see, but not her neck and face.
Her hair was pulled back away, revealing a dangerous beauty.
Maatis had never been nervous before, but the way this woman looked at the four them, with hungry, preying eyes, he felt his cock push against his pants and his fast-beating heart against his chest.
The woman gulped the rest of her drink and inclined back into the water. Hard nipples pointed into the air. Beautiful hard nipples that Maatis could already fill between his lips. She said nothing, yet her presence was enough to get the men to strip and climb into the hot water. When the men got closer to her, she stood. Water cascaded over her tattooed body.
Maatis watched her as she walked over to Liano. The woman grabbed his neck, caressing the Adam's apple softly. Then she squeezed his neck. "Get on your knees."
Liano's eyes were filled with lust; he fell to his knees and began sniffing and kissing the Mistress's pussy. He moaned as he buried his face in her pussy, craving, yearning.