A Whole New World -

I quietly shut the door behind me, the soft click echoing through the hall. Ahead of me were two doors and a grand staircase, a rich red Victorian patterned carpet stretched up ahead of me.

"Up here," a voice called from above, the same one from the buzzer.

My pulse quickened as I climbed the stairs, each step a mix of nerves and excitement. The thudding of my heart contrasted with the rush of anticipation coursing through me.

At the top, a sumptuous room opened up--dark red leather sofas, gold-trimmed wallpaper, lush green plants and shelves lined with books. It felt like stepping into a decadent period drama, though the two women lounging on the sofa contrasted with any suggestion of innocence. Dressed in exquisite lingerie, one in black, the other in white, they exuded raw sensuality.

The cute blonde closest to me, with her shy smile and friendly "Hi," immediately drew my attention. Her white, lacy hold up stockings showcased her slender legs.

Beside her, a sultry brunette sat like a queen. Long dark hair, smokey made-up eyes, ruby-red lips, and the curves of her enhanced breasts barely restrained by her black lacy bra. She looked up at me sharply, appraising me like an intruder in her domain. Her hand rested possessively on the blonde's thigh, a silent warning that I was under suspicion and far from welcome in her eyes.

"Ah, Sara?" came the voice behind me, startling me from my thoughts.

I turned to face an elegant woman in her late forties, wearing a pale cashmere sweater that clung to her curves, paired with sleek, expensive jeans and black mid-heeled shoes. She was elegantly beautiful, her blonde hair soft and perfectly styled, framing a face that radiated warmth and subtle allure. She smiled, a playful and inviting smile, which sent a surge of anticipation through me.

"I'm Helen," she said, extending a manicured hand that felt soft and warm in mine.

"Hi, Helen. Nice to meet you," I replied, feeling a bit more at ease in the luxurious atmosphere, my confidence slowly returning.

She turned to the two women on the sofa. "Girls, this is Sara," she said with a knowing smile. "Sara, meet Alex and Asha."

The blonde, it turned out this was Alex, rose rom the sofa, her green eyes locking with mine as she approached. Her shy, friendly smile was irresistible as she padded silently in her stockinged feet across the room. She extended her hand, and when our fingers touched, the warmth of her skin sent a shiver up my spine.

"Nice to meet you, Sara. First night?" she asked, her voice soft, but full of curiosity.

"Yeah, first night. Hi, Alex," I replied, my smile widening as our hands lingered in the handshake.

The other woman, Asha, remained seated, her hash gaze fixed on me. She was stunning, but her air of indifference made it clear she had no intention of making this easy.

"Hey," she said coolly, her tone casual, almost dismissive.

"Hey," I responded, meeting her gaze, feeling the tension between us. "Nice to meet you" though it felt anything but in that moment.

"Come on," Helen's hand slid into mine as she led me out of the room and down a hallway. "It's just the three of you tonight," she said, her tone calm yet commanding. "Jay said he went over the basics, but let me fill you in. Don't worry, it's always a blur the first night. We run a good place, though. Nice clients, friendly girls. Safe, clean, and yes, we change the sheets after every session." Her words were reassuring, all said with a clear authority.

At the end of the hallway, she stopped in front of a door labeled "Vienna" in elegant gold script. When she opened it, I was pleasantly surprised to see it wasn't some gaudy themed room. A large, cream-painted iron bed stood in the middle of the room, covered in a plush pale grey duvet. Soft light spilled from th chandelier above, and an enormous mirror leaned against one wall, reflecting the opulence of the room.

"This is where you'll be working tonight," Helen said with a teasing smile, strolling toward a grand wardrobe. She opened it, revealing a tantalizing selection of outfits--black and shiny, delicate lace, even a school uniform. My lips curled into a grin.

Helen noticed and smirked. "Oh, you'll have fun," she whispered, with more than a trace of mischief.

She spent the next few minutes walking me through the essentials, drawers that contained a variety of toys, condoms and lubes, even a selection of restraints in a drawer. The room was better equipped than I had imagined!

She pointed to the ensuite bathroom, small but clean and well appointed. "Clients are required to shower before anything starts," she explained firmly. "And if their hygiene isn't good enough, you're free to refuse them." Her expression made it clear that she meant business.

She then showed me a discreet button under the antique dresser. "Press this if you need Andre, our security. He'll be here in seconds." To prove her point, she pressed it, and within moments, a tall, muscular black man appeared in the doorway. His black suit fit him perfectly, his face serious but strikingly handsome. I was instantly attracted to him. The way his eyes roamed over me, lingering for just a second too long, told me he had noticed my reaction,my interest.

"Andre, this is Sara. It's her first night," Helen said, casting him a knowing look. "Make sure she's well taken care of."

Andre's deep voice sounded through the room. "Nice to meet you, Sara. I'll be nearby if you need anything."

As he left, my mind wandered, picturing him towering over me, his strong hands on my bare shoulders as, on my knees, I looked up at him, into his eyes, before I began to devour his huge, glistening cock. As this thought played out in my mind I felt the heat between my thioghs intensify.

I was snapped back to reality by Helen's hand on my shoulder. Her grip was firm, and when I turned to her, the playfulness was gone, replaced by something colder, more dominant.

"Now, Sara," her voice was sharper, her eyes narrowing with intensity. "This isn't a charity, and it's not a game. You get paid to fuck, so you fuck. Follow the rules, and you'll do well. Mess up, and you're out. You give the clients a good time, make them feel like they're the only thing in your world, and we'll get along just fine. Understand?"

I nodded, feeling both unnerved but also deeply aroused by her authority. I wasn't used to submitting to women, but something about Helen--the way she carried herself, the edge beneath her elegance--was stirring something inside me.

"Oh, and you're okay with piss, right?" she asked suddenly, her voice turning casual as if it were the most normal question in the world.

"Uh, yeah," I stammered, caught off guard. It wasn't something I advertised, but the truth was, it excited me. A fetish that had grown over time, one I'd explored at first quietly, privately. But then, as my confidence grew, one that had played an increasingly large part in my sexual experiences with others. Pee play turned me on as much as anything else I enjoyed and the thought that it might be part of my work here excited me even more.

"Good," she whispered, her breath warm against my ear. "Clients seem to love it. I think you'll be popular."

She pointed to the bed. "It's got a waterproof sheet under the cotton. And there's the bathroom if you need it. Just keep it off the carpet or the furniture."

With a final, teasing wink, she headed toward the door. "Oh, and if anything breaks, you're paying for it. Including whatever the client breaks. Don't get too carried away," she laughed softly.

Before she left, she turned back one last time. "You've got a client in 15 minutes. His name's Mark, early 30s. Been coming here for a while, so treat him well. He's a nice guy, should be a pretty easy gig."

And with that, she was gone, leaving me with a racing heart and a simmering heat that was impossible to ignore.

-

I took my time undressing, savoring each moment as I slid out of my clothes and into the lingerie Jay had specified for my first night. In my bag, I carried a set he'd requested: a pale pink silk bra, delicately trimmed with lace, underwired to enhance my modest 32B breasts. The matching panties were full-backed, just revealing enough, their lace edges perfectly contrasting with the silk. And then there was the finishing touch of a pink lace leg garter. This had been my idea, an addition I had always found immensely sexy, serving no real purpose other than to excite. I had always loved how something so impractical could be so undeniably sexy.

After fastening the bra, I paused to admire myself as I stepped into the panties, feeling the smoothness of my bare pussy against the soft fabric. At this point in my lfe I couldn't imagine being anything but completely smooth down there--I had started shaving almost as soon as I had become sexually active and progressed from there to waxing. This has been the suggestion of my first female partner who introduced me to it personally. And, whilst it hurt like hell, nothing beat the smooth, soft feeling that waxing gave.

I stood up, adjusting the panties so they fit snug around my bum. I let my hair tumble free from the ponytail I'd arrived in. The lingerie, soft and almost virginal, contrasted with the playful naughtiness of the garter, giving me the exact look Jay had envisioned.

"You've got a great vibe," he had told me, his words cutting through the hum of conversation in the busy coffee shop. "Outwardly pure, inwardly filthy. Does that sound like something you can convey?"

I remember thinking that in one sentence he'd pretty much summed up how I wanted to be seen, how perfectly those words captured the duality I'd always craved. I had smiled, knowing I could deliver exactly that. And now, staring at my reflection, I knew I had nailed it. Sexy, innocent, and with just the right edge of filthy--a look that begged to be devoured.

I carefully folded my clothes, tucking them into a drawer at the bottom of the wardrobe, my mind racing as I took one last look around the room. How would the night unfold?

Before I could spiral any further, there was a soft knock on the door.

My pulse quickened, and an unexpected wave of nerves washed over me. This was it. No turning back now. A thousand thoughts rushed through my mind--what if this Mark was awful, ugly, fat? What if, despite all my fantasies, the ones that had kept me up at night with my fingers slipping between my thighs, as a succession of mysterious men entered me, I froze when the moment came?

I swallowed, my chest tightening, but before I could spend any longer in this state of anxiety, a quiet, almost breathless voice escaped my lips: "Come in."

The door creaked open, and I held my breath.