Lick Her Land Madames Version

"Please Paula! I would owe you so much!"

Paula sighed as she looked over the table at her friend. Sara was a good friend, had always been there for her through thick and thin, but also had a funny habit of putting her in awkward positions. She took a swig from her drink as she considered the offer.

"It would only be the afternoon shift!" Sara begged, "so it's not like you'd have to get up early. Please! She's so hot and I'd feel like an absolute twat if I had to leave someone like that without the chance of breakfast, coffee and maybe even another shag. Please?"

Paula did sympathise with Sara, as she had the most beautiful facial features you'd ever see, but few people looked further than the fact she also had a few extra kilos. She was fat. Obese even, so Paula wasn't oblivious that Sara being chatted up was a non-common event.

"Okay, BUT!" She raised her voice slightly as Sara began to celebrate too soon. "You know I also have my," she did air quotes, "'Night-time shift', so this is a one off. AND! You need to come out tomorrow night as a paying customer."

Sara was too happy with the agreement to argue about any of the details. "Yay! Thank you! You're the absolute best Paula!"

With that she gave Paula a kiss on the cheek and ran off to meet up with her 'friend' for the evening. Happily bisexual, she always caused a bit of a stir in the rather close-knit community whenever she started seeing another woman in the tavern. Many of its older clientele were not quite accepting of such outlandish ideas like "love is love", and that being attracted to both men and women was not just being 'greedy'.

Paula finished her drink before stepping outside to go home. Glancing at the off-licence opposite she wondered what the older people would think if they ever knew that she ran a female-orientated sex-club in the building next to where they drank daily. Would that shock them, or would they be first in the queue? You could never tell with some buttoned-up people, half of them only ever complained because they weren't the ones getting any.

Buttoning up her coat Paula walked the short distance back to her flat, shivering as she got closer, nothing to do with the weather but her revulsion at living in such a poky little place. Chosen by an ex for its proximity to the pub, the idiot had almost immediately run off into the distance with the barmaid he'd apparently been seeing for the last three months of their relationship. Apparently they'd moved to Australia, but Paula didn't give a shit, because wherever they'd gone, he'd stranded her with the lease for the next ten months in a shitty little box which she hated. She often wondered if he'd done it intentionally, but that would have been giving too much credit to the idiot. He never planned anything, he just fucked everything up and somehow kept coming out smelling like kiwis. Still, that was some months ago and the contract was now almost up. She'd paid her last batch of rent and was prepared to move in with Sara, but as she got closer and closer, this made her feel no better.

She entered the flat and immediately stripped as she headed for the shower. It was fair to say that Paula was a beauty in any body's eyes, long, straight blonde hair, beautifully bright blue eyes and luscious blowjob lips. Her body was the definition of hourglass, with large perky breasts, curvy hips and an enviable bubble butt. Her skin was smooth, her stomach toned and flat. Her ex-boyfriend was, by all metrics, a fucking idiot.

As she showered, she gently began to touch herself, first focusing on her nipples, pinching them gently before slowly running a finger along her clit. She'd felt such a frustration all day, the last few days truly, it having been over a week since she'd last had sex, and even that had been her and Sara giving each other oral relief. Frustrated at being unable to effectively turn herself on, Paula gave up with a grunt. What she needed was a cock. A real cock. A proper pounding.

"Luckily," she thought as she began to dry herself with a towel, "It's Lick Her Land tomorrow. Let's hope the list isn't full so I can fill one of the slots, and then my slots can get filled."

As she was dried Paula went straight to bed naked, but rested fitfully for some hours, her frustration keeping her awake until the early hours of the next day where eventually, finally, she fell to sleep.

'BEEEEEEP.'

"That fucking door." These had been Paula's thoughts for the last six hours since she'd started her shift at Liquor Land. Obviously, Sara hadn't thought to tell management that she'd arranged a replacement, so she'd had to deal with the confusion from the previous cashier, who'd been determined that Paula had come for the wrong shift. Only when Paula told her she was happy to go home and let her wait for Sara to turn up did the idiot figure out that if she didn't let Paula takeover she was going to be there until close. And now she'd had to listen to the goddamn beeping whenever someone either walked in, walked out or just stood too damn close to the door. It's not like it had even been interesting, just a bunch of old men and some college age kids who had been eighteen for two minutes. At least the store was closing in the next ten minutes, so she could get on with her 'proper' job in the rooms downstairs.

She looked up to see a fairly attractive young man wandering aimlessly around the liquor. It was a bit late for a browser, so hopefully he'd figure out what he wanted sooner rather than later, even if it did give something to look at.

"Evening." Paula said politely, to which the guy replied with a meagre nod and a noise that could have been "Hi," but also could have been just a noise in the back of his throat.

After a minute or so of browsing he meekly asked;

"Um, sorry, but do you have beer?"

Upon hearing the question Paula let out a little giggle and gestured at the walk-in fridge that filled half of the floor space.

"Not much," she said with a wink, "just a fridge full."

"Oh, right, thank you for that," he responded as his face went bright red, "I'm sorry about that," he mumbled, "we don't have those where I come from."

"What, you don't have fridges?" Paula laughed, a grin on her face, not believing how someone could be such a moron.

"Oh no, no, that's not, not what I, umm... not what I meant... sorry..." His face continued to brighten and Paula began to take pity upon him. He was the most delightful distraction, and she giggled again in amusement at his embarrassment. From his accent he was definitely a Pom.

"Don't you worry, I'm assuming you've not been in the country long if you don't know what a walk-in fridge is." Paula did her best to try and relieve his embarrassment. "Fly in recently?"

"Umm... three days ago, I think." The man was so nervous he didn't seem sure what he was saying, and his answers were coming out as questions. "I'm travelling round New Zealand in a van? For a couple of weeks?"

Unable to help it, Paula laughed again. "Are you telling me or asking?" Before he could answer she giggled again and continued. "It's a long flight from England, you're probably still knackered, so don't worry about feeling silly. But you will feel silly if you don't get your beer soon, as I've got to stop selling alcohol at nine o'clock."

"Closing soon then?" He asked, again missing the obvious, a large clock apparent behind Paula's head.

This time Paula didn't giggle, but instead she went a little red, a dopey grin appearing on her face as she thought about what she was going to do when she'd closed up shop.

"Sort of, but you best hurry. Wouldn't want to have to lock you in."

At that he appeared to take the hint, but instead of moving to the door he walked straight into the fridge, missing the door by a good metre, his head banging hard on the glass.

Inside, Paula was absolutely creasing at his behaviour, but outwardly only giggled. He apologised; his face now red enough to start emitting enough heat to power a barbecue. He eventually found the fridge door and entered. To Paula he looked almost dazed as he viewed the beers. He couldn't be concussed, could he? Would she have to start giving mouth to mouth? To be fair, he was pretty good looking, and, from a glance, she'd appeared to have had an effect on him, a bulge apparent in his trousers.

"Good timing," Paula purred as she eyed his bulge, despite having been in the cold of the fridge, "a minute to go. Want anything else?"

To her disappointment he replied only, "Just a bag please," before heading outside. Paula had hoped he might have shown a bit of spirit, a bit of fight. He'd been cute, dark hair, sparkly eyes and a sexy English accent. To go with him being easily over six foot she wouldn't have minded seeing if he was that big anywhere else, as his bulge had definitely seemed like it would have been enough to work with.

Giving a sigh at opportunities missed she moved to close the door, opening it only enough to let Rufus through. A nod in greeting was all he needed. Not a chatty bloke, he was happy enough with silence and Paula respected him for that, as the men who joined them didn't need the distraction of chatting and the women were just happy with a doorman who looked hard as nails, given he was stocky and as bald as her freshly shaved fanny. They didn't need to know that he was actually a pussy cat, and speaking of, he was absolutely devoted to his two toms, Larry and David. If he did ever speak they were almost the only things he'd talk about.

Locking the door and turning off that fucking beep, it was time to go get prepared. She could already see a few of her regulars starting to hang around outside, to which she rolled her eyes. Honestly, she'd told them enough times to stay further away until half past. She'd have to let them in a bit early and have another word with Liquor Lands manager about if he could rustle up a covered area at the back of the building. While Lick Her Land was definitely off the books, she gave him a good backhander every month for the run of the place, so she could probably twist his arm, especially if it kept anyone from getting suspicious and inquisitive. She had enough evidence that would get him in at least as much trouble as her, that is, if she couldn't plant it on him completely anyway.

Following Rufus into the manager's office she finished counting up the till while he prepared the money for Lick Her Land that was kept in a fake charity box. If it was ever found only an absolute prick was going to steal it, so Paula considered it pretty safe.

Once that was all prepared, they walked through a door marked 'Cellar', this being where the sex club was based. She didn't know what such a large space had been needed for when the building had been built, but Paula wasn't complaining as she had immediately convinced the manager to re-purpose it, and she wasn't even the one who'd had to sleep with him, as there were more than enough women willing to try a female glory hole without knowing what sort of ugly bastard was on the other side.

While Rufus went to man the entrance, she entered the little room she used as an office cum changing room. There she stripped stark naked before making her decision over which outfit would go best with the full-face mask she chose to wear. Although perhaps outfit was a bit too strong of a word, as while there were a few negligees, all cut down the front and see-through fabric, but there were plenty of bra and pant sets that were barely more than dental floss tied to tiny pieces of cotton. It was one of the latter that Paula felt was most appropriate, especially as she intended to get rightly fucked tonight... Fuck! She'd forgotten to tell Rufus to keep a space free. Bollocks, if it came to it she'd just have to nip into the room of whichever bloke looked least done in.

Adjusting her outfit to make sure it was showing off everything, she went to greet the women who'd paid fifty dollars for the privilege of getting their rocks off. She'd determined when she started the club that men and women would pay the same, as while she wanted more women than men coming, she wanted blokes to feel like they were getting their money's worth too. More than once either she or Sara had been required to stand in as a bloke when not enough had turned up, so kept two strapon's in her office for just that eventually. She had first tried to get by with just oral, but her tongue became so sore that she'd determined a fake cock would be better money's worth, especially if the 'man' had three or four women to pleasure.

Entering the room, a spacious and airy area where those who needed to wait for those being fucked to finish to start their own turn, she could see that she had plenty of female clients, ah, eleven. Good, not too many, not too few, including her that would be twelve. Let's hope there would be enough blokes, otherwise the strap-on's would have to come out. Thankfully Sara had also turned up, and while she was desperate to tell Paula about her conquest from last night Paula had more important things to keep an eye on.

She greeted the women like long lost friends, focusing mostly on those she didn't recognise as having been before. She knew Sara would have started to ease them in, as she had become a semi-regular, initially to help drive up numbers and eventually because it was a lot easier than trying to find a decent lay in the local bars.

It was easy to tell the newbies, because when they initially saw Paula's outfit they would gasp in unison, in utter shock that someone would wear such a thing, but as she integrated herself into the group, she subtly reminded them all they were here to get railed and cum hard, so showing off what she had wasn't shocking or unnatural. It was part of her strategy to normalise nudity, as she had previously had a few clients who'd got to the gloryhole and flat out refused to strip, despite access to their lower regions the whole reason why they visited in the first place.

There were about four who hadn't been before, with the remaining six (discounting herself and Sara) again either regulars or semi-regulars. They were mostly middle-aged women who, from previous discussions she'd had when they first started, found it difficult to date or struggled to find a permanent partner. For some this was the weekly shag, come back next week for the next fix, for others they just wanted a bit of intimacy, a bit of a thrill without having to worry about being shamed or embarrassed in a public environment.

Eyeing them up, Paula considered it a nice mix, with a few slim ladies and a few on the chunkier side, as she knew some of her regular men had certain preferences, not that she tried too hard on their behalf. The whole idea was that the women were here to get their pleasure, if the blokes happened to get theirs at the same time then great, but she wasn't going to worry if things weren't too their exact preference. They were here to fuck, and they'd fuck whatever holes she gave them.

There was one who jumped out as different from the other ladies though, as while they were mainly in what could be considered comfies, she was wearing leggings and a crop top and Paula thought that she looked damn good in them. Her breasts appeared quite perky, and Paula couldn't tell from here if it was the bra she was wearing or if she'd had a boob job. When she told Paula she was sixty-seven Paula's jaw almost hit the floor. She knew some of the lads shied away from the 'GILF' market as if it was a bit below them, a bit 'weird', but she doubted that any of them would notice or recognise the age. She hadn't and she had the privilege of seeing more than just the bottom half.

After a little while of chat and integration, Paula gave her apologies and left the group to go see Rufus and review how many blokes had arrived. She found him counting the cash and reviewing the surveillance of the men's waiting room. She liked to keep them waiting without the distraction of popping in and out as a reminder of who was the boss. Occasionally they got a few idiots who thought they were proper 'Alpha-Males' who wouldn't do what a woman told them to do, but Rufus tended to stop them at the door, and if they did manage to sneak through she was more than a match for anyone with tiny penis energy.

She started to count the numbers as Rufus coughed.

"A new one tonight boss, he'll be working alongside Jack and Mike." A grimace appeared on his face as he tried to figure out how to tell her the next bit. "We've also got a fourth. He's on best behaviour."

Paula rolled her eyes. Even without Rufus saying the fourths name she knew who it was going to be.

"We agreed that Rupert wasn't going to come back."

Scratching the back of his neck, Rufus had the decency to look embarrassed.

"He asked me to extend to you his apologies. He knows he fucked up and he'd appreciate a chance to show you he won't do anything like that again."

Sighing again, Paula contemplated on what to do. The problem was that in Rufus' eyes, Rupert couldn't do any wrong, despite all evidence to the contrary. Last time he'd been here he'd been a bit too keen with the lube and had accidentally slipped into the wrong hole. That itself wasn't the major problem. The problem was that he'd not paid enough attention and continued for the next five minutes. Paula accepted that the women had insisted on being gagged, even bringing her own ball gag out of keenness, but despite the lack of protest he should have noticed nonetheless, it was reiterated to any man that their pleasure came second to the clients. She'd also had to reimburse the woman her entry fee and pay for a taxi home. Apparently she'd never had it up there before, and the way she was struggling to walk afterwards Paula was inclined to agree.

Personally she couldn't think of anything worse for Rufus, as he and Rupert had been in a relationship together for some fifteen years, and Paula knew that if she ever considered having a long-term relationship, seeing her own partner railing a bunch of other people would be at the bottom of what she'd want to see. Well, unless she was getting hers at the same time anyway. But Rupert was only in his thirties and was a fan of either sex, so Rufus being both entirely gay and having well passed the age where he wanted regular sex, let him have his fun where he could.

"Fine," she finally agreed, "but he needs to reimburse me the money I gave back to that poor woman. And if he does anything stupid, he's out, no excuses, no more chances. Comprendre?"

Rufus' shoulders relaxed at that.

"Also," Paula continued, "I'm deciding who's in whose room, so don't expect me to be nice."

At this, Rufus shrugged. He'd agreed with this so his partner could vent off a bit of steam, it didn't matter to him who exactly it was with.

Reviewing the camera feeds, Paula considered who would be appropriate for whom. She knew Jack and Mike wouldn't mind who, they were workhorses. They had their routine, their specific ways and tricks, so she handed them three each of the more curvaceous women. To Rupert she handed one of the middle-aged women, the GILF and the largest woman available. It's not that she had anything against the larger person, but she knew Rupert did, so fuck him absolutely and completely.

Upon tightening the camera upon the fourth man she began to grin from ear to ear. Mister Walks Into Fridges!

As she watched him on the monitor she could see that he was flitting between nerves and anticipation. She decided there and then that she and Sara were going to both enjoy him. Not only did they frequently help each other out with their sexual frustration, but they'd also had a few threesomes together, sometimes with a bloke, sometimes another women, so going one after the other wasn't a problem at all. To ease him into it she picked out the most attractive of the remaining clients. It didn't do to scare anyone off on their first visit, as the more clients and providers they had the more nights they could hold, and the more nights they could hold the more money they'd make. And while Paula liked getting to cum regularly, she also liked being able to afford rent, even for the shithole she currently lived in, so the better Lick Her Land did, the better it was for her.