Chapter Five: A Night Out.
The RumJungle club was alive with salsa music as the beat filled the neon adorned rooms of London's premier three-tiered nightclub. It was filled with live percussionists, playing off giant conga drums on stages, with each song transitioning seamlessly into the next.
Ella's usual haunts were the dingy, packed nightclubs of Brighton, with Dani and her other girlfriends, and although salsa wasn't really her thing, she hadn't had so much fun dancing in a long time. The atmosphere in the club was brilliant. The vibe created by the music had everyone moving and enjoying the beats in their own way, even if they weren't filling the dance floor like Ella and her party.
Marilyn had taken her there to celebrate the successful St. Trinian's photo shoot. With Marc out of her life now, Ella had jumped at the chance. It had been a couple of weeks since the shoot and the feedback had been unbelievably goog, which had kept her mind off her recent break up. Her fee—she still couldn't get used to suddenly earning that sort of money just for modelling some revealing clothes—had been banked in the blink of an eye.
But even better, she was meeting the mysterious Sheik soon...
She still didn't understand the connection or how that side of business worked, but Marilyn had persuasively told her that fame and fortune were just around the corner. Besides, she'd said, her benefactor wanted to meet her in person too.
The only downside was that she hadn't had sex for the last couple of weeks—well, not with a guy. Not since Bruno had ravaged her at the studio again. Ella's sex drive had gone into orbit since then. Was it any wonder? In her new world she was seen as a thing of beauty, a sexual object, a model who got to wear the latest clothing and jewellery, and who was paid to look and feel at her sexiest best.
She and Marilyn had spent a couple of nights together when the need had consumed them both and they'd also paid another joint visit to the private health club. The sexy Japanese sisters had gone down on them this time for what had seemed like hours. Ella had lost track of how many times she came that afternoon.
But as satisfying as all that had been, she needed a man. Something to satisfy the urge inside of her that Marilyn couldn't quite touch.
Tonight, she had decided, was going to be the night. It wasn't as if there weren't plenty of good looking guys to choose from, after all. The place was packed with beautiful people and Marilyn seemed to know almost everyone. Ella was forever being introduced to new people all of whom smiled at her and told her how hot she looked.
The two of them had been dancing most of the night, and for the last couple of hours they had been joined by what turned out to be identical twins. Roger wore the red tie and Barry the blue. It was the only way to tell the brothers apart. The tall, blonde twins certainly knew how to move. Their lean and toned bodies had led the two women through a series of complex moves like they were pros.
Eventually, their two fabulous bodies glistening with perspiration, the women decided to take a short break. Marilyn had promised to tell her all about the Sheik tonight, and they way the night was heading, Ella felt like this would be her last opportunity. They told the twins they'd be back soon and then headed to the bar. It glowed green and blue against the orangey lights of the rest of the club.
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"Two rum and cokes," Marilyn ordered.
She was served almost instantly by the cute bartender. A girl like her didn't wait in line with the others clamouring at the bar to be served.
Ella had insisted that they stick with rum drinks tonight, due to the name of the place ... the fact that those drinks were half-price helped even more. Her comment had made Marilyn smile. The beautiful young brunette had no need to worry about such things any more. Her bank account had never been so healthy.
"You move very well," she purred seductively in her ear as she slid a warm arm around Ella's slim waist and ran her tongue along her neck. "Very hot..."
Ella's lithe body shivered at the touch. Marilyn had a sixth sense about where to touch the sexy young girl's body for maximum effect. It was the ease with which the young beauty succumbed to any sort of sexual promise that made her so well suited to the porn industry.
"It's my second home..." Ella told her, nodding at the dance floor. She smiled, her eyes gazing over at the sexy twins still out on the dance floor. "I didn't realise the salsa was such a sexy dance."
Marilyn leaned closer to her protégée and whispered in her ear.
"Which one are you going to fuck tonight?"
Her words had the desired effect. Ella shivered again and her nipples were practically bursting through her top. She was up for it, there was no doubt about that. But that was the point of coming to the club tonight, after all. She had this all planned out.
Everything was falling in to place nicely now that Ella had got finished with her boyfriend. The young brunette didn't even realise how much Marilyn was manipulating her. All that remained was to reveal the final piece of the jigsaw, and where better to do that than in the heady sexual atmosphere of the night club? Marilyn felt sure the girl's reaction would be positive, but it did no harm to make sure Ella was so sexually-needy when she took the bubbly girl to the next stage. She'd be putty in her hands.
"I haven't decided yet," Ella answered.
She was blissfully unaware that she was slurring her words slightly. It was amusing to watch the way she kept giggling naughtily to herself.
"Maybe we can take turns?"
Marilyn laughed out loud at the quip. This girl was a real treasure. Ella wouldn't be sharing the twins. She'd have them all to herself.
She glanced along the girl's fabulous body. Her tiny, camisole top didn't cover much of her tanned Mediterranean skin and neither did the short black skirt that flounced around the top of her thighs and offered virtually no protection to her modesty.
No wonder both of the twins were so keen on fucking the sexy young hottie. They wouldn't have long to wait.
"Let's talk about the Sheik," Marilyn suddenly said, changing the subject without warning.
Ella was so far gone that it was the perfect time to get down to the heart of the matter, to explain to her that she was about to become a fully-fledged member of the agency. A girl to be seen on the arm of some of their rich and influential clients at dinners and parties across the world—and a whore to be fucked by them and their friends behind closed doors. And that was only the start...
"The Sheik has booked the two of us," she went on matter of factly.
That wasn't strictly true. He was paying for a night with an unrestrained and uninhibited Ella. Marilyn was a 'freebie' whose primary purpose was to make sure the 'new' girl didn't suddenly suffer from an attack of nerves and try to back out when they were so close to bringing her completely on board.
It was a role she'd fulfilled before and it suited both her and the Sheik. He loved threesomes.
"Booked us?" Ella asked.
She really was gorgeous when she put on that puzzled look. The Sheik was going to adore her. She'd play up perfectly to his need, like so many of his kind, to display his superiority to the opposite sex.
Not that she was as ditzy as she seemed. Marilyn had long ago sussed out that Ella put on that show to give her an edge. But this time she was generally confused. Too much drink combined with an extreme sexual need was a powerful stimulant.
"For an evening's entertainment," Marilyn explained, planting a soft kiss on her forehead.
It was maternal kiss. One that said, trust me. She had given that same kiss to many other girls as she had sold down the river.
"You're going to love him. He's very generous."
She held up her wrist at the same moment to display the expensive diamond bracelet. The Sheik had rewarded her the first time she'd 'introduced' him to a new girl. Holly was a hot little redhead—fucked like a rabbit but with the personality of a wet fish—and she wasn't even close to being in Ella's league.
But even Holly had moved on from her experiences to star in adult films. Marilyn had connected her to the agency arm in the USA and the redhead hadn't looked back since then. She made sure Ella was watching as she casually slipped the bracelet from her wrist.
"You can wear it for the rest of the evening," she said, fastening it over Ella's wrist before the girl could say a word.
An incentive like this never did any harm and the pretty little thing was already staring lovingly at her new piece of jewellery.
"But if you prove yourself to the Sheik, I imagine it'll be no time until you have one of your own."
A faraway look came into Ella's eyes as she stroked a finger along the expensive bracelet. Her long lashes batted with disbelief and then a smile touched her lips. Whatever thoughts were going on in her mind, they were sexy ones, Marilyn could see. Perfect. ..
She stepped close enough so that the soft skin of their legs intertwined, her thigh pressing insistently against the younger girl's. When Ella turned towards her, she tilted her head and found those parted lips with her own. The way she pushed her slippery tongue into the girl's willing mouth would reminded her exactly who was in charge.
"Well, that's impressive!" a man's voice broke into the moment.
He was slowly applauding their actions. The two women gradually pulled away from the hot embrace, turning to smile at him.
"Hi Barry," Marilyn calmly greeted him, seamlessly moving from Ella's arms to his.
Barry? It was Roger wasn't it, Ella wondered drunkenly. The rum had definitely gone to her head. But then she glanced at his tie. It was blue. Blue for Barry. She giggled again.
When Marilyn slowly kissed him, she felt a pang of jealousy, but it quickly evaporated when the blonde took Barry's arm and placed it around her waist. He pulled her closer against him, as if she was his property, and she snuggled against his body.
His possessiveness felt good, like she was wanted. Needed.
