If this is your first look at my Chantal stories it will require quite a lot of reading to catch up but they really should be read from the beginning.
It was now gone three in the afternoon and my complement of girls was back up to six, just six to entertain what on a normal Friday would probably be upwards of 150 gentleman. This was just about possible with the arrangements me had put in hand but it would definitely be a hard night.
We were actually starting our plan at five o'clock but in the hour running up to that all six girls had two 'johns' each. I did watch my dear Chantal take on these, one each in pussy and ass, she was definitely her normal enthusiastic self but I was sure she had to be wilting before the night was out.
At five I set myself up in the bar displaying a nice large photograph of all six girls and a numbered receipt book for each. We had put up a notice saying that a normal service was just not possible due to food poisoning – not our fault. Gentleman should select a girl and chose either hole, sorry no specials.
They would than be given a numbered ticket and when called they should go thru and be examined, pay at the office and then wait outside the selected girls door until the previous guy came out. Recognising that this was not our normal service the price would be $110, $225 or $450 and also a promo folder which included a 10% discount voucher for their hopefully next visit.
The first hour went as planned with each of the girls having three guys each, I did have to suggest which was available on a couple of occasions to keep things even. The second hour was similar although by seven there was a wait of nearly half an hour building up.
By ten o'clock I was feeling knackered so I don't know what the girls or even the milch cows were feeling like. The girls had all entertained a guy at a steady rate of 3 an hour and we were having a forty minute wait by now. The general mood amongst the customers both waiting and on their way out was good.
The television coverage had encouraged punters, mostly regulars to come rather than put them off presumably the discount. There were actually several new visitors as well which was good for trade but not the poor girl's bodies tonight.
I did think I would give the girls a twenty minute break but the waiting time was growing so hopefully later. I did give the next guys a sealed note to give to both the inspection women and the girls asking if they were doing ok. About forty minutes later I had eight notes returned with comments like "Fine you slave driver" or "Bastard you ought to try this – I'll live" and "OK keep them coming". The latter was word for word the same from Chantal, Carol and Julie.
Well I did keep feeding them in at the same rate and by one o'clock the wait was virtually non existent. I sent another note saying "well done nearly there." At two I got the one bouncer I had on the corridor door to take over the bar and went to see the girls. The two women had defiantly had enough and I told them to go on home.
I got the same response from each of the girls when I said I was sorry and they were absolutely great, they gave me a cuddle and said don't worry they were fine. All were happy to carry on until all the customers were happy, half an hour sessions because they would have to do the inspection.
They were all so nice I went back into the office and printed off a sign to stick on the gate saying we were closed from 02:30 until 10:00 any complaints to be directed to the meat company.
By three o'clock all were clear and I told everyone to go to bed with my sincere thanks. All six girls had entertained 32 or 33 punters each since four o'clock. That was eleven hours on their backs with no break. I gave my Chantal a lovely long hug and asked her how she felt.
"That was a hard night, there were some moments of pleasure for me but not many, the twenty minutes does not let you get to know the guy at all." I told her I had shut up shop until the morning and promised that each would get a half an hour break tomorrow night sometime between nine and eleven.
She did say "I hope we still have six girls and two women tomorrow that was hard work" Rather unkind in the circumstances but I had to say "Don't worry we should be alright most of them are younger than you."
We did not manage much banter that night; she was obviously as tired as I was. I had been working for eleven hours as well rather than sitting back watching a sex show like normal.
All six girls, the three guys and even the perverted boss were all up for breakfast at ten. All the girls were in a surprisingly good mood laughing and joking about their experiences. They were justifiably proud of the way they had handled the evening and also happy that they had all banked around $5k each.
For a Saturday business was slow from than until four there were only a dozen visitors which the girls shared. All the girls had several calls on the cell phones from friends or regulars who had seen the television reports and were checking on their welfare. Apparently most of the report had been included on a peak time national network that had been doing a piece on the growing incidence of food poisoning cases.
Chantal had calls from almost all of her 'friends' and reassured them all that she was fine but if they wanted their normal level of service they had better contact her later in the week. Another spin off from the television was a lot of girls interested in working; Chantal spent a couple of hours drafting a personal information form for them to submit so they could be considered for interview.
On that subject we did have a very attractive young lady turn up at the Ranch. Lorna was 31 years old, divorced with short blond hair. She had never been in the business before but did seem to have a similar attitude to sex as Carol and Chantal. We did explain that we just did not have the time to interview her properly but if she would agree to a quick medical check and crash course in the inspection technique she could help out tonight.
This solved two problems; it eased the workload for the two women and kept a potential recruit happy. Too many of the applications coming in were girls working on their own or at other Nevada brothels neither of which were we keen to add to our stable.
Lunch time Chantal and I spent an hour or so going around seeing all our invalids, all were still very uncomfortable and unhappy and just wanted to lie in bed. We had provided a couple of extra domestic staff to look after their needs but we obviously would not see them at work for several days.
At four I set up again in the bar, the two women both turned up and were relieved that Lorna would be helping; we doubled her up for a while to give her some more training. I again thought she had definite possibilities, I could see me replacing her in my fantasy digs with Chantal instead of Julie.
The evening went very well, there were in the end only 170 punters in total about 30 less than the Friday and all were cleared by about half past two. There was one guy very much worth individual description.
At around six a very tall medium built black guy with glasses, 30ish came up to the bar and said to me "Hi, the name's Nicky I saw your lovely girls on telly and just had to jump on a plane and come right over here. This may sound like a line but I just cannot find a girl, professional or otherwise, that can give me satisfaction."
Intrigued I asked him what the problem was. "I see all these porn movies with the girls taking enormous cocks in all their holes but whenever they see mine they just cringe, I am lucky if I can get a blow."
I told him that unless he was a complete freak I thought we should be able to manage something; I did not ask to see for myself. When I said Chantal would be available in around twenty minutes he said "That's your superb manageress from the television, even a hand job from her would be worth the trip from Chicago."
I booked him in and gave him a note for Chantal saying 'enjoy, I will be watching, a full half hour will be ok' and I arranged for the guy on the door to cover me for a while.
If he matched his own opinion of himself I think three of us were going to enjoy the next half hour, I set the video and opened up my shutters. Chantal was just taking an average overweight guy in her pussy but seemed like both were enjoying it. They were soon finished and she was ready for the big event.
When Nicky came in and handed her my note she had a read and glanced at the mirror saying "Hi big boy my boss seems to think I will enjoy your company." With that she got on her knees and pulled down his trousers and pants revealing a big one.
I had said to him providing he was not a freak; well this thing was verging on just that I had seen a lot of cock in the last few weeks but this one was the biggest. As she picked it up using both hands it was still limp but definitely the longest yet. We had seen fatter ones but not all that many.
Chantal said "Oh he was right that is some equipment you have here, I will just put its coat on and see how much I can get in my mouth." Well the presumably largest condom she had only seemed to cover about two thirds of the cock – it was big.
Very much to Nicky's enjoyment Chantal took a large proportion of it into her mouth and with some difficulty was working it down her throat. She kept this up for a few minutes but than said "It was pussy you wanted I think, lay down on the bed I will need to ease that lovely pole in myself."
Nicky lay on the bed with his partially condom covered cock sticking up like a flag pole, Chantal applied a liberal quantity of lube and straddled him. She than put the end in and slowly eased herself down, there was a look of pure pleasure on two faces. She was fucking herself very rapidly going up and down but only taking the condom covered part in.
She very obviously had one hell of an organism, and than after a few deep breaths proceeded to lower herself further onto the pole. She was concentrating and had a deep frown on her face but with only the occasional grunt managed to get virtually the whole length in. "There you are in - now fuck me please."