Olivia Ch 06A

My life settled into a steady routine for the next several months. I eagerly met my Friday obligations at La Minette as well as my Wednesday nights with Bill. There was one departure from my usual routine and that involved Mary Milner. I had never paid her much attention before, but all of a sudden, it seemed as though we were meeting in the hall or on the stairs nearly every day. I was just enough suspicious of her intentions to wonder what her nefarious plan was. Then, one day on the way out, she finally broached the subject that I'm sure had been continuously on her mind.

"Olivia, I don't' have any doubt but that you are aware that I have been seeing Bill pretty steadily. In fact, we have been having sex every Friday night. I know, from what Bill has told me, that your Friday nights are reserved for some other appointment. So, what I was wondering was – would you be put out so terribly if I came over and shared your Wednesday night with you and Bill? That way, we could have some really exciting threesomes. I know a few tricks for threesomes that I think you might enjoy. So how about it?"

"Mary, you have caught me completely by surprise. Just off the top of my head, your proposition sounds pretty good, but I need some time to think it over. I am assuming that you have already talked this over with Bill and that he is agreeable?" She nodded. "Let's hold off on this until I have some time to think it over. Okay?"

Once more, she nodded and we parted company. Frankly, I thought it to be a titillating idea and I knew that I would agree. For some reason, I just didn't want to agree at that specific moment. Three days later, I called her and we agreed to give it a trial. But our threesome was not to be, at least for the next week for a bombshell was dropped on the horny harlots on Tuesday.

I went to work as usual on Tuesday and I knew immediately that something was wrong. Kayla was the only one in the office and her face looked worried and frightened.

"Kayla, what's up?"

"Has Yvette called you?"

"No."

"We are to meet with her at La Minette this Wednesday night and I have been trying to contact either Rosa or Sierra. My car's in the shop and I was hoping I could carpool with one of them, but I can't get in touch with either one of them. I went 'round to each one of their places and there is no one there! They've both gone!"

This startled me so that I couldn't think of anything to say. Then, Kayla continued,

"Can I ride with you?"

"Sure. We're friends aren't we? What do you think Yvette wants to talk to us about?"

"I haven't the slightest idea.

I got an answer or an insight to the problem that afternoon when I got home from work for, as I approached the door to my building, I saw Bill standing there obviously waiting for me. Neither one of us said anything. Bill just followed me inside and up to my apartment door. As Luck would have it, Mary opened her door just as I was in the process of unlocking mine.

"Oh, Mary, I'm glad that we've met. I'm afraid that this Wednesday night is a no-go. I've got a meeting to attend that I cannot miss - perhaps next week?"

I could see that she was disappointed, but she smiled, nodded and went back into her apartment. I opened my door and literally pulled Bill inside.

"Okay. Just what do you know about Rosa's and Sierra's disappearance?"

"First of all, I'm not too surprised although I really didn't see it coming. From the very beginning, both of them have been complaining about becoming whores for a bunch of perverts. Many's the time I have listened to them talk about not ever going back to La Minette. Last Saturday, they made what I think is the biggest mistake of their lives. They went to Yvette and demanded all of the money in each of their accounts. If you think about this from the point of view of the Organization, I am certain that you will reach the same decision as I am certain the organization did - that they were about to run away."

"Well. Where do you think they are?"

"Olivia, I do not have any more of an idea than you do. However I can give you my opinion. I think that both of them are in a whore house somewhere in the back of nowhere. I have heard that the Organization like's to send disgruntled employees to Indonesia soooo....." And Bill shrugged his shoulders!

On Wednesday night, Yvette confirmed what Bill had told me.

"Both Rosa and Sierra asked for the money in their account and they as much as told me that they would not be coming back. So, I paid them off and they left and, before you ask, I have no idea as to what they were planning or where they might have gone! We are hoping and expecting that the two of you will continue to provide our other clients with some degree of La Minette enjoyment."

Both Kayla and I nodded for neither one of us harbored any ideas of leaving the Organization.

It was two very sad females who made their way home that night. First Ava and now two more of the horny harlots had pulled up stakes and left us. We had been together for so long that it seemed almost impossible that suddenly we were no longer a group. What was even harder to accept was the thought that something really evil just might have befallen our friends. The possible object lesson was not lost on either one of us.

Kayla and I struggled through the next day in the office, but I knew that she, like me, was only too glad to leave this place and so many of its' memories. When I got into the foyer of my building, I was in for yet another surprise. The door to the manager's office opened and she accosted me as I entered.

"Miss Olivia, I have a package for you. It was delivered this morning by special messenger."

With that, she handed me a rather large box. It was not heavy, but I could detect a rattling sound as it was shifted from her hands to mine. I scanned it quickly and observed that there were no addresses whatsoever. The curiosity this aroused helped assuage the sad feeling that had possessed me all day long. Presents – especially unexpected ones – always brought a smile to my face. I went up to my apartment with a little more enthusiasm and speed than usual. Once inside my apartment, I hastened to open this mysterious package. When I looked inside, there was no longer any doubt about who it was from. Unceremoniously, I dumped the contents upon the floor. There could be no doubt but what the Organization had sent this to me.

There was a complete set of suction equipment: A tit shaper, a clit extender and a device to be applied to my cunt lips. A hand-pump to provide the suction was also included. There was no set of instructions, but I knew what to do and how to use this stuff. A portable CD player was also included along with a CD.

There was a picture of a female – naked from her belly button to just above her knees. She was standing and there were obviously other people around her. I had no doubt but what they were all looking at the clit that protruded from her lower belly. It was easily three inches long and, strangely enough, it looked like a miniature version of a male's cock! A second piece of paper was also a picture display, but the subject matter of this paper concerned clothing. It was an advertisement from La Femme Erotik that showed models in dresses that were not only very, very short, but with deeply cut necklines to boot! Stapled to the advertisement was a small card. All that was written on the card was, "The more you advertise, the more clients you shall attract." So I did what every female always does when she is angry or discouraged. I went shopping! I made myself a promise that very minute that I would get some dresses that would definitely advertise my product.

I was surprised when I got to the shop for they had a great many dresses that were noticeably shorter and with deeper necklines than those they had pictured. I shed the garment I was wearing and began trying on the dresses that a salesperson offered to me. I had never considered that clothing alone could make me feel sexy, but, after trying several of these deeply cut, tight dresses, I was ready to jump the body of the first person, male or female, who came within my reach. There were dresses with a kind of split top. These split tops opened to view almost my entire tits. There was a vivid colored dress in the Mexican style that had part of it wrapped around my hips and over my shoulders. The only portions of my tits that were not showing were my actual nipples. They had shiny, black leather shorts that clung to my hips and buttocks like glue. I liked them and bought several pair. One dress was made out of some kind of light mesh fabric that, honestly, showed everything I had to offer. I bought several of those dresses, too. Finally, when I had accumulated about all I wanted, I suddenly thought about cost!

"Er... how much is all of this going to cost. I have enough in my checking account to cover some of the cost, but....."

The old woman shushed me. "There is no need for you to worry over the cost. I have already checked with the proper people and they assure me that you have more than enough in your La Minette account to cover the costs of these few things. You may select more, if you wish."

"Thank you, but I think this will be ample to start me off. May I make another request of you?"

"Certainly. What is it that you want?"

"Would you discard these old things that I was wearing for me? I intend to leave here fully clad – if that isn't an oxymoron – in these newest dresses."

I thought the old woman would split a gut because she was laughing so hard.

"You are reacting just like all the other girls that I have dressed for their work in the profession. I think maybe you be a big success in the profession! Remember. If you lean forward while your client is looking down your dress, he will be able to see clear down to the beginning of your slit. You can use this as a way to increase his attraction for you. And, closed legs mean, 'no' whereas open legs are a definite invitation to ... well whatever you wish to have happen."

It was a weird feeling to step out onto the sidewalk in a nearly naked state and I almost displayed my wares to the passers by. However, I got into my car, with my short, short dress well above the center of my thighs, and drove home. Once more, I was intercepted by Mary as I got to my door.

"Whoo boy! Are you ever advertising your profession."

"Like it?"

"I sure as hell do. That outfit would be great for riding the busses. Uh, could I talk to you for a few minutes?"

"Sure, come on in."

"Look Olivia, Bill has told me a lot about what you and the other girls have been doing and the prospect of just possibly doing something like that has gotten me all excited. Well, to make my long story short, now that two of your girls have disappeared, would you consider taking me on as a replacement for one of them?"

At first, I was completely taken aback by Mary's request, but then, I began to understand that, from my brief observations of her, she was something like Kayla and me.

"Mary, I don't know what Bill has told you about what we do at La Minette, but first and foremost, I am not the one to make the decision whether or not you join us. Didn't Bill tell you that the whole idea was a brainstorm of his wife's?" Mary nodded. "Well then, you should understand that ....well, we may not be what you think we are! To use one of Kayla's expressions describing us, 'We are just a bunch of girls whose sex bucket is overflowing.' In other words, what I'm trying to say is that, while the world at large considers us to be whores, we think of ourselves as just girls having a helluva good time. Yes, we do get paid, but, to my knowledge, neither Kayla nor I have ever handled any money and neither one of us has the slightest idea how much we may have earned. So far as we are concerned, we are just an attraction for the lesbian customers of La Minette. Oh, that reminds me. I know that you are okay with men. How do you feel about having sex with lesbians?"

"Truthfully, I don't know. I had a brief relationship when I first began college, but she decided that she liked another better so she left me. That was years and years ago so I don't even hardly remember it. I do know that, at the time, I didn't find it repulsive or unpleasant. I think it would be best if I gave you a little of my background. I was a virgin until I was fifteen and, at that time, I met a boy that I really liked. One night, after we returned from a movie, I let him put his finger in me. I must not have been much of a virgin for there was only a very little pain and, later, when I looked at my panties, there was just the smallest spot of blood. Before the summer was over, we were fucking regularly. I was so young that I didn't even consider the possibility of getting pregnant. All I knew was that I liked the feel of his thing in me an awful lot. He got in trouble with the law and the judge said, 'Jail or the Army' so our relationship was broken. I had other boy friends and those relationships always led to me being on my back with my legs open and in the air. I guess that I have always been like the girl Kayla described –'My sex bucket has always been overflowing'! Aside from that one experience, I have not had anything to do with girls. Oh, by the way, when I was about twenty-two, I had a medical problem and that resulted in me having to have a hysterectomy. So, child-bearing is out of the question.

Currently, I teach at the University and chances for sexual fun and games are slim and none."

"You said something about riding the busses. What did you mean by that?"

Mary began to laugh. "You should know that, when a girl with our sexual drive is deprived of a ready source of cock, she will resort to almost anything to satisfy her craving. One of the other female faculty members introduced me to riding the busses. I can see from the perplexed expression on your face that you haven't the vaguest idea of what I am talking about. Well, sweetie, it goes something like this: You get dressed up just like you are now and you go to one of the bus stops. Usually it is well past midnight and the busses are making their last runs of the day and they are pretty much empty, except for the driver, of course. You walk back to the very back of the bus. The seat there runs completely across the width of the bus and you sit down in the center of that seat. With a slight adjustment of your short skirt, you position yourself so that bus driver can see your cunt in his rear view mirror. One of two things will happen. If the bus is empty, the driver will know of a secluded place on his route where he can park for a few minutes or, if there are others on board the bus, he will drive you to the last stop on his route. Either way, you can and, most likely will, fuck your head off. Do this once or twice and you will soon be recognized by the drivers and they will do the rest. I have a life-time free pass to ride any bus in this city or the county. I don't know how many of us bus riders there are, but I do know that I am not the only one doing this.

Once you are accepted by the drivers, they will probably arrange, 'special' trips just for you. As an example, one night when I got on the bus, the bus driver drove just slightly off his regular route and picked up the varsity basketball team from a local high school. Think of it! All of the rest of the night I had five young studs and the driver to boot. I had to call in and cancel all of my classes for the next day. If you want to try riding the busses, I'll be glad to show you the ropes.

But, I've gotten off what I wanted to talk with you about. Is there any chance for me to join you and Kayla at La Minette?"

"I certainly think so, but, since we are friends, I must caution you about one aspect of having fun at La Minette. Whether you want to or not, you will, in all likelihood, become a member of the Organization. Has Bill spoken to you about them?"

"A little."

"Well, that is about all I know about them, too, but I must point out that the recent disappearance of Rosa and Sierra is undoubtedly an object lesson for the rest of us. Hey, I'm going to change the subject. I have always wondered what an oversexed guy like Bill does on Saturday and Sunday. He has us to fuck during the week, but what does he do for stimulation on the weekends?" Mary began laughing.

"You mean he has never told you?" I shook my head and she went on. "Well, he does some pro bono electrical work for the nuns in a convent across the city! At least that's what he calls it. If you ask him, he will tell you that those nuns have some of the most demanding internal wiring of any group he has ever seen! He estimates that he will never finish that wiring job!"

Both of us roared with laughter.

"Olivia, I have another question for you. We are about the same age, but your tits stand out so much more than mine do. How do you manage that?"

"To be frank, I'm not really knowledgeable about how that is done. I do know this. At the urging of the Organization, I go to a doctor every quarter. That doctor is recommended by the Organization and she injects my tits with some kind of fluid. I don't know what it is, but it smells, to me, a little like motor oil! Once I get these shots of motor oil, my tits never show the slightest tendency to sag. That's all I can tell you. Look, Mary. If you join Kayla and me at La Minette, you are going to become a sex creature of the Organization's making. And they will use you as they see fit. The pleasure is tremendous, however!"

All of this talk about sex had brought my arousal to a boil. I could feel my girly cock stiffening as we talked. Suddenly, I had a very lewd idea.

"Mary, get on your knees!"

She stared at me in surprise! Then, ever so slowly, she began complying with my order. She even anticipated my intent by kneeling before me with her ass pointing directly at me. I reached down and threw her skirt completely above her hips so that her panty-clad ass was visible. I let her stay in this subservient opposition for several minutes while I scanned over her ass. It was a nice looking ass -round and full, with not a hint of a blemish on it anywhere. When I was satisfied at looking at her, I commanded her to take off her panties. This command she obeyed much more rapidly than the one to kneel. Without rising, she reached back and slid her panties off her buttocks, down her legs and onto the floor. Although she didn't have a great amount of trouble, I, nevertheless, immediately saw the advantage of the crotch-less panty hose. The sensation that accompanied kneeling before me with he naked ass exposed was arousing her sexual responses, too. I heard her breath increase in its' rapidity and her hands – after removing her panties – did not stray from her buttocks. In fact, they began a caressing movement that somehow had the effect of pulling those beautiful mounds further and further apart. She knew that the puckered hole in the valley between those mounds was my target and she was signifying that she wanted it there, too!

I got onto my knees behind her and, by leaning forward, brought my enlarged girly cock in line with her hole. I kept my cock aligned with her hole with one of my hands while I steadily pulled her backwards towards me. When my girly cock encountered her hole, both of us let out a huge sigh of enjoyment. She may not have known what I was using to penetrate her nether regions, but she definitely knew that she wanted it in her! I was just as excited as she was so I could not hesitate any longer. I began exerting a steady pressure on her butt hole and was extremely elated when I saw that hole begin a reluctant enlargement in order to prepare for my penetration. By now, she was almost gasping for air. Her head was on the floor and her belly was heaving with the inner excitement she was feeling. I was just as tight as she was. My gut muscles had stiffened when my cock first touched her ass hole and, if possible, they got even stiffer as I began my entry.