This is part of a series although each story is complete on its own. The first part in the series is Making a whore: The Interview http://www.literotica.com/s/making-a-whore-the-interview so that would be the best place to start... All other stories in the series can be read in any order. My goal in this series is to cover every category/genre
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Jeff, the big guy, pulled her close to him and kissed her hotly. He crushed her tits against his taut, broad chest. Viv opened her mouth and let his tongue slip into her mouth and duel with her own tongue.
Hands started to attack her from everywhere. Her legs, thighs, tits and pussy were ravaged by the hands of all the men gathered there. Someone grabbed her ass and started kneading it hard.
"How many of you are there here?" She rasped.
"Six!" they seemed to chorus together as they all started to fondle and ravage her sexy body through her underclothes.
"Wait!" Viv cried out, knowing that she had to get them organised or else this could get ugly. "I can't take all of you at once!"
One of the guys let out a low whistle as she grabbed one of the men's hands and led him to the centre of the room.
"Here, sit down." She said, taking full control of the situation. "Jeff, you stand next to him. All you guys make a circle around me."
They followed obediently, forming a ring around her. "Now take off your clothes." Viv said softly as she adjusted her panties and garters. Her heart was pounding with excitement and she could feel her pussy wet as an otter. She licked her lips slowly as she watched the men undress.
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Viv got out of the taxi in front of the imposing hotel just a little past eight in the evening. She had been told that she was going to be the 'entertainment' for a party. She was wearing a tight, short, black dress that just covered her ass. Patterned smoke coloured stockings encased her lovely legs while strappy black heels finished off the outfit. Underneath, she wore a half cup bra that barely concealed her nipples while her pussy was encased in black lace panties, seated on top of a matching black garter belt that held up her stockings. Viv always wore her panties over her stocking so that she could remove the panties while keeping the stockings on. She had always wondered if that was the proper way to wear garters. Whenever she had looked at lingerie models, they always seemed to wear their panties under their garters. She had to admit that wearing panties underneath the garters was definitely more comfortable. However, it was quite impractical. Firstly it was difficult to pee as you had to undo the garters to pull your panties down. More importantly, though, was that you couldn't fuck without removing your panties. Men seemed to love to fuck a woman wearing stockings and removing the garters to take off a pair of panties somehow spoilt the fun. So even though it was less comfortable, she wore her panties over the garters.
Viv tucked her small purse under her arm as she swung her shapely legs out of the taxi and sashayed her way to the front of the hotel. The Excelsior was one of the poshest hotels in town not to mention expensive. Dark, tinted, glass sliding doors slid quietly open to reveal a large marble floored lobby. She walked to reception counter, as had been instructed.
"I have an appointment with Frank," she said, again as had been instructed.
The pretty girl behind the counter smiled at her, "Just a moment, let me check." She keyed in something on the keyboard then looked up. "Yes," She smiled. "Here's the key, room 1532. You'll need to insert the key into the security slot before pressing floor 15."
"Thankyou." Vivienna replied, taking the key from the girl.
She turned to walk to the elevators, located at the far end of the hotel. Her heels clicked noisily on the marble floor. Three of the six elevator doors were already open and she stepped into one of them. The elevators were as opulent as the rest of the building with mirrors on all walls as well as the ceiling. The floor was covered in golden marble and the walls had dark wood trim on them. Viv pressed the button for the 15th floor.
The elevator sped upwards with a giant hum and Viv wondered what was in store for her this night. She absentmindedly adjusted the hem of her dress and smoothed it down over her tight stomach. In no time at all the elevator reached its destination and the doors slid open. Viv stepped out and looked for room 32 that was located at the far end of the corridor. She smoothened her dress again and teased her hair before pressing the doorbell. She heard footsteps before the door opened and a gentleman, around 40 opened the door.
"Hello there!" he said. "Come in, come in. I'm Frank."
Viv walked in and noticed she was in a suite. There was a lounge area with a sofa, two chairs and a coffee table. At the side was a door, presumably going into the bedroom. On the chairs and sofa were five other men, all drinking wine and beer.
"Boys, this is... um, I didn't get your name." Frank said.
"Sandra. Sandra Chaudhary." Viv replied, using her oft used 'stage name.' "But you can call me anything you want."
Loud laughter greeted her statement. "You hear that boys? We can call her anything we want!"
All six men were staring at her hungrily. Viv had been told that in a multiple situation such as this, it was always best that she played a strong role but also not too strong.
She placed her purse on the bar top and thrusting her hips out to one side she purred. "You can do anything you want to me too." As she licked her lips.
Frank smiled at her and walked up close. "Actually Sandra, we do things a little differently here. We're more interested in you having a good time. As clichéd as that may sound, its true. So have a seat."
"Can I get you a drink? I'm Jeff by the way." Said a tall big guy.
"Umm, a red wine maybe?" Viv replied," if you have any?"
"Sure thing." Jeff said and offered her a glass.
The other men introduced themselves. Tony, Steve, Peter and Stephen - "With a P and its Stephen not Steve."
Viv sat on the sofa and slowly sipped her wine, unsure of where this was going or how it was going to progress. The men made small talk with her but stayed clear of asking how old she was or what she did outside of this line of work. The wine was good and she sipped it slowly already feeling the slight effects of the alcohol.
"I love your stockings." Tony said as he looked down at her. "Why don't you spread your legs a little and let me see what else you're wearing."
