The Nest

Arrival

"Welcome to Amberley Creek Hall. The Nest as we call it."

You'll be Gemma I assume."

I have to admit I was taken aback by the young woman who greeted me. Naked except for the jewellery decorating her pierced nipples. A loose chain hung to her belly button linking them. And of course, the colourful flower tattoo that covered her right thigh wound around her torso and appeared again over her left shoulder with a vine that curled under her breast. Large hoop earrings protruded from under the most amazingly silky long dark hair

"Thank you.

I can see I have the right place."

I giggled as my cheeks reddened uncontrollably. Crazy I knew. I'd spent weeks talking back and forth by letter with this establishment. Even two phone interviews. I knew what it was, how it worked and what was expected of me.

All the same. Being presented with it in the raw so to speak was still a bit of a shock.

"I'm Tina."

She looked so serious. Matronly, though I'd never seen a matron that looked as beautiful as this lady.

"If you leave your bag here I'll have it taken to your room.

But first Mr Devergue is waiting to see you."

I put my battered brown suitcase by the reception desk where she indicated. It didn't contain a lot but it was pretty much everything I owned in the world. Makeup, moisturisers and my few clothes.

"Follow me."

I saw the tattoo covered much of her back as she turned. But I couldn't help but look at her pert arse and toned legs. She was the first grown woman I'd seen fully naked.

Tina walked with poise and not even a hint of embarrassment. Apart from the nudity, she could have been a Lady. I could only hope to emulate her air of sophistication.

"Have you worked here long?" I asked, my head scratching around for something to say that appeared normal.

"Nearly twelve years."

My heart was fluttering with the realisation that what until now had been an abstract idea was about to become a stark reality.

"In here.

Mr Devergue is waiting for you."

I stepped through the large oak doorway into a plush office. Very in keeping with the stately home look of the old building. Dark furniture and well-loaded bookshelves. The room was illuminated by patio doors at the far end. It could have been a scene straight out of the nineteenth century. The only modern twist was a dark green rotary phone sitting on the desk.

"Miss Halliday. Gemma.

It's good to meet you at last."

Mr Devergue was an unassuming man. Middle forties perhaps. Dressed in a suit he could have been a bank clerk or estate agent. But I already knew he was far more than that.

"Mr Devergue." I said meekly.

"I trust you had a good journey. The trains aren't what they used to be I'm afraid. Nationalisation has been a disaster in my opinion."

"It was fine." I replied.

"No delays."

I started to feel a little more comfortable. This was normal.

"Excellent. Excellent."

He clasped his hands together and looked me up and down.

"Well. I can see you look as promised. Much better than your photo."

"I was surprised you only asked for my face, to be honest."

I coloured up. If he'd asked for more I'm not sure I'd be here. How do you ask someone to take a nude picture? And the photo labs, would they have even processed it?

"A face tells me a lot and a friend can take that with an Instamatic. Expecting anything else can be too much for some girls."

He seemed to understand the dilemma. How sweet.

"And I suppose, that brings me to the obvious.

I have to ask again. Do you fully understand what is required of you? And you agree to everything you discussed with Tina on the phone?"

"Yes," I answered nervously.

I needed the money. I couldn't type and factory work was too hard. I didn't feel I had much choice.

Truthfully there had been another option. A rather unpleasant fellow on the estate had offered me employment. Not dissimilar to what I was agreeing to here, but a lot less pleasant. The Nest promised to be a safe environment.

"Now as explained on the phone, before we can set you to work there is one final check I need to make."

I swallowed nervously. The moment was coming.

"So.

Can I ask you to remove your clothing please?"

My heart leapt at the thought. I'd known it was coming. It was what I'd signed a contract for. But it didn't stop goosebumps from bursting forth over my already bright red flesh.

"Of course." My voice quivered.

I looked away as I removed my blouse and dropped my skirt. I stepped out of the shoes and with shaking hands I reached around to unclip my bra. I fumbled and my fingers slowed down. I couldn't look at Mr Devergue as the garment came away. I fought every impulse to cover myself and concentrated on removing my panties.

It was so hard bending to slide them away, knowing my tits were swinging and this stranger was looking at my arse and exposed pussy. I thought of the money as I had all the way through the recruitment process.

"Exquisite." He said approvingly.

I stood up straight concentrating hard to keep my hands at my side as he circled me. I think my whole body had turned red. I had to do much worse than strip I reminded myself.

"Flawless."

I felt like a piece of meat, his eyes studying every line, every intimate crevice of my naked body.

"Yes. Very nice."

He put a hand out and lifted a tit, letting it bounce back into place. Every instinct said to slap him away. Worse, he brushed the back of his fingers over my bush. I almost screamed.

"Nicely trimmed." He commented.

One moment of hesitation. One instance of reticence and I'd be back on the InterCity to London and only the streets to look forward to. I couldn't do that. This was an opportunity from the heavens and I couldn't afford to ruin it.

"Very nice indeed.

I think you'll be very popular here."

"Thank you. I will try my best."

Christ. My voice was shaking.

"You're a little red." He smiled.

"Sorry."

I felt blotchy. The hot weather wasn't helping and I was sweaty. I hoped he wouldn't think I wasn't good enough.

"I tease. All the new girls are. Some are a lot less in control than you. It passes.

Your first customers will know you're new and inexperienced. In fact, your first will pay a premium for the pleasure of breaking you in."

My lip quivered. 'Breaking me in'. The very term was frightening.

"Don't worry. It will be someone gentle."

He turned away and went back to his desk, becoming more professional and serious.

"As I've explained, our clientele is very... upper class shall we say. Judges, solicitors, high-ranking police, even a few MP's. Obviously, they're older gentlemen but very clean.

You may recognise some but you can never address them by anything other than the names they give you. For obvious reasons a few use aliases. Only Tina and myself know everyone's true identity at registration.

Discretion at all times."

"Yes. I understand that."

Should I be calling him sir? I didn't know.

"Good."

"You've met Tina.

She's my right-hand girl. There are other servants, but Tina runs the household. She'll be your go-to person if you have any issues. And of course, there are the other girls. Everyone supports each other.

I'm here if needed but I stay out of the day-to-day running of things. I entrust that to Tina."

He rang the bell that sat on the edge of his desk.

"She'll give you a tour and settle you into your room. Any questions and I'm sure she'll be able to answer them for you."

He smiled at me dismissively as Tina came back into the office. So secretarial like in her demeanour.

"Would you like to follow me?"

She held a hand out towards the door and I started to gather my clothes.

"Leave them."

Oh fuck. I was expected to leave this room naked. I'd been here only minutes. I'd expected longer to adjust.

"I'll have someone collect them later. They'll be cleaned and pressed then brought up to your room.

"Er... Okay. Thank you."

This was new. Being waited on as though I was staying in some fancy hotel. I suppose I was really. Just that I was paying for it in a less conventional manner. I followed her out feeling vulnerable, eyes darting around in fear of seeing someone and my hands twitching to cover myself. I fought the urge.

"Most of the girls are sleeping this time of day. Busy nights so afternoon naps are popular. Sometimes they'll be in the local village. That's usually on a Thursday. Your day off."

"How many others are there?"

"Five. I'll introduce them at dinner. That's at five. It's usually a light meal. You don't want to be full and bloated when you start work. Breakfast is probably the main meal. I recommend you make the most of it. That's at eight each morning. And we have a roast on Sundays in the early afternoon.

You can call down for snacks anytime from eight until ten. That's what most girls do for lunch."

"Call down?"

"There are phones in each room."

"Wow. We only got a phone at home last year. Had to wait months for the GPO to instal it.

I wasn't allowed to use it much though."

"They can be expensive things."

I followed her along the carpeted hallway and started up the stairs.

"Can I ask? Why is it a policy to be naked all the time? Surely we could wear clothes when we're not...working?"

Tina stopped momentarily and turned towards me, holding her arms out.

"See me? No lines on my skin from bras or waistbands. No white bits that haven't seen the sun contrasting with tanned shoulders. That's why. To have the perfect body."

It was a perfect body I was looking at. That much was certain. Tina was stunning.

"I see. And are the servants... are they naked as well? Like you? And what about the men?"

Tina smiled. There's only one man other than Mr Devergue. The gardener. He doesn't come to the house. If you go outside he'll be a gentleman. He understands our business and will always be discreet.

"Don't think I'll be doing that."

"The gardens are lovely. It'd be a shame if you didn't."

"But the gardener..."

"You won't care after a few days. No one does. And he's seen it all before."

Not mine he hadn't and I didn't intend he would.

"Other than that there's me and two girls. We look after everything. And yes. Everyone other than the gardener and Mr Devergue is naked. As per the rules, clothing is only allowed when you're leaving the site. Or on the occasions we have workmen in for any repairs. You'll be told in advance if that is happening.

A day or two and it'll seem perfectly normal.

Your room is along here."

Upstairs was as lush as the downstairs. Polished floors, carpet runners and expensive-looking furniture and decorations.

"Number three."

She opened the door and I stepped in.

It was another world from the small bedroom at home I was used to. A vast chasm of a room with a large bed, several chairs and a table. All of it dark wood. It looked antique. In period with the house. So different to the battered old hand-me-down utility furniture at home. It'd been my grandparents from wartime.

"This is home and work."

Tina explained after giving me a moment to take it all in.

"The sheets will be changed daily for obvious reasons and the room will be hoovered. Other than that it's your responsibility to keep it tidy."

I glanced at a tray on the side containing several small bottles.

"Massage oils and lubricants." Tina said.

I cringed.

"I wouldn't know what to do with them."

"It's mostly obvious. And your clients will be more than experienced in their use."

There was one strangely shaped piece of furniture, like an S-shaped wave with a padded extension at the base of one end. It wasn't until I saw the leather restraints that I grasped its purpose. My mouth fell open at the realisation I was expected to be strapped over it.

"That's the obvious prop." Tina grinned seeing my shock.

"But you should view all the furniture as a potential plaything. Not just the bed."

"Fuck." I muttered wondering if I could actually do this.

"I just thought...

You know..."

"What? Lie back and think of England?"

She struggled to contain a smirk as she studied me.

"How old are you?"

"Eighteen."

"How many boyfriends?"

I coloured up again, feeling a nervousness at an arousal in my pussy.

"One." I admitted.

"Not even a proper boyfriend really."

I was beginning to realise how out of my depth I truly felt.

"We only did it a couple of times.

I'm sorry. I'm going to be a disaster aren't I?"

I was shaking. I'd held it together downstairs. Now I was falling to pieces and tears formed in the corners of my eyes.

Tina smiled softly.

"Naive and almost innocent. You've no idea how appealing that is to some men.

I was like you. I was a virgin when I came here twelve years ago. Eighteen, straight out of mummy and daddies. I was as good as thrown out on the street with no money, no job and no prospects. As good as homeless."

She sat on the bed and patted it for me to sit next to her. I did. She suddenly seemed more friendly. And she sounded far more down to earth. Not the well-to-do woman I'd thought.

"I met Mr Devergue in a bar and he saved me from a decision I'd made. I was there to get drunk fully intending to stand on a street corner and fuck the first guy who offered me cash."

I gasped in shock. Though I realised I hadn't been so far from a similar decision.

"I had no choice. I'd been thrown out because I wasn't bringing any money in. I was starving."

She started stroking my hair like a sister, straightening it and arranging it over my shoulders.

"The first time is frightening. A strange man banging away at you, expecting you to suck him off. I guarantee you'll be sick after. Everyone is. I was. The next time is easier. After four or five it becomes routine.

With the right attitude, it's even fun."

"Fun? I can't imagine I'll ever view it as that."

"You frig yourself because you like to cum don't you?"

I was stunned at how blatantly she asked me.

"Er... I suppose so."

My knees involuntarily clamped together.

"This gets you the same result only better."

"I'm terrified." I admitted.

"That's normal.

Just accept it and try to relax. Anything. Anything at all, just ask me.

I'm here for you. It's my job to help you. Just be honest with me about anything that's bothering you and I'll try to help."

"Thank you."

There was more warmth and understanding there than I'd expected. She made me feel safe.

"Do you have clients as well?"

"Occasionally. If we're busy. But mostly I look after the house and the girls now. I was thirty in May. The gentlemen prefer younger ones than me."

"But you're gorgeous still. I wish I was like you. So confident. I'm not like you."

"You will be. Much sooner than you think.

Once you get over the shock. The sex can be amazing." She laughed.

"Much, much better than any boyfriend who thinks he owns you will ever manage. And much safer than picking up guys on the street. I guess you were considering that?"

I took a deep breath.

"Yeah. I'm broke and there are just no jobs about. Not good ones. I can't take shorthand or type. And with inflation..."

"Well, you don't have to worry about any of that here.

As we explained in the letters. You're paid weekly, cash in hand. Thursday is a day off so you can go into the village and bank it. You've no bills, not even for food. Everything you're paid is yours. There's a Kitty for bus fares and any small purchases and you've no need to spend on anything."

The accounts are set up by us. They're investment accounts. They make good interest over the years. If you decide this is for you and stay with us long term you could be quite comfortable when you do eventually move on."

I nodded slowly as my head focused once again on the positives.

"You've probably come here thinking it's just a short-term fix. Something you can tolerate doing for a few weeks or months until you get straight."

It was as if she was reading my mind. She didn't even wait for me to answer.

"All the girls think that. I did. But the reality. There is no magic job or perfect life out there waiting around the corner for girls like us. This is the best it will be. It's a career. Perhaps not the one you expected, but it offers you a solid income for what can be pleasant work and for not a lot of hours.

If you're lucky you get ten years at it at best. Perhaps work as a servant if there's a vacancy when you find you're not as popular as you once were. But ten years' earnings can set you up for life if you're sensible."

It sounded good. Better even than the letters had suggested. I just had to accept that I was a prostitute no matter how plush my surroundings were.

"It's illegal though. What we're doing...?" I voiced my greatest fear.

"Immoral earnings. Seven years for Mr Devergue, and possibly me. You would walk free. It's not illegal to sell your services, only to make money from others doing so.

But you don't need to worry about that. The people we entertain are also the people who make and enforce the rules. They have a vested interest in protecting us."

I let that sink in. High-class professional people, the letters had said. Mr Devergue had made that clearer. MP's and judges. The police.

"The great and the good. Not so pristine and moral away from the public eye."

Tina smiled at me again. The serious austere look I'd been greeted with downstairs seemed to have dissipated. I could see the warmth in her face now.

"You're very pretty." Her eyes seemed to caress me as they drifted over my body leaving me hot and bothered.

"You'll be popular."

Her eyes turned away and I took another look at the tattoo. So bright and colourful. Rich greens and reds. My eyes dropped to her pussy. Shaved smooth I could see every detail. I'd only seen women on TV or in pictures in Mike's dirty magazines. They all had bushes covering them as I had. Tina seemed so, exotic.

"I'll leave you to unpack and settle in." Her voice brought me back to reality with a bump.

"You have a private bathroom behind that door." She pointed to the far corner.

"Come down to the dining hall for five and I'll introduce you to the others."

"Thank you."

I glanced around at the room again. I felt like royalty. And my own bathroom did she say? I checked, disbelieving my ears.

"Oh my God."

It was like the room. Far grander than the family bathroom at home. Wood panelled walls, an antique vanity unit and an ornate gold mirror. In the centre, a large freestanding tub faced a full-length window. Just thin net drapes to protect my modesty.

I looked out seeing only lawns and trees. Modesty? I was going to be naked all the time. What would anyone see that wasn't already on display?

Back in the bedroom, I checked around the drawers and wardrobes. There was makeup, hair bands and a small first aid kit. I opened the wardrobes wondering what use they were with a ban on clothing. It seemed there were occasions some clothes were permitted. There was a small assortment of risque outfits for dressing up. A Basque, stockings with suspenders and a number of other items one would associate with sex.

I glanced to the top shelf and felt myself blush. There, a collection of toys I'd only heard girls talk about. It was fairly obvious what they were for even though my experience of artificial assistance consisted only of a pillow between my thighs.

Introduction To Service

Dinner time was the first time I ventured out of my room. My head had been a turmoil of doubt for the past few hours. Several times I'd thought of just grabbing my things and running. But I had nowhere to go.

There was no escaping that I viewed selling my body as a way to eat and keep a roof over my head. And it was certainly better to do it here than in the backseat of an old Hillman or up some dirty alley behind a pub.