I Become A Worker In The Sex Trade Ch 08

Hi, it`s Lexy again. I have in the past seven chapters told you about how I became a worker in the sex industry, first in the English countryside and then in London. I became involved with a number of older women who retailed various forms of sexual services, Madama, my first employer at The Grange, Lady Berniece Brewerton who brought me up to London and then Miss Marion who ran an agency training young women to be models and lesbian lovers. She also ran a company making fetish wear.

These three had joined together to stage a massive lesbian fuck fest at a venue in London owned by Berniece, and I was one of the girls who was to be a hostess at the event. I was also to work on a tableau to excite the passions of guests so they would be more than ready to disrobe and fuck.

As a prelude to what happened on that night of heaving sex let me give you a view of the flyer that was e-mailed to all those who had booked for the event.

"This is the first flyer you will receive in connection with our forthcoming sex party. The next one will inform you of the exact location and will give a list of hotels in the area should you wish to stay after the evening.

* You are one of the lucky ones to have made a booking. We are expecting about eighty women to attend, and we will have a number hostesses on duty. All of you have been selected on the basis of your looks and fine bodies, and your declaration that you are happy to indulge in lesbian sex, even though we know some of you are bi-curious or bi-sexual. You have also submitted a medical certificate that you are free from any STDs.

* While all sexual activity at the event must be consensual, we hope you will be liberal with your favours and will not refuse any reasonable request to indulge in the pleasures of the flesh.

*The expectation of the organisers is that once the event is in full swing everyone will strip naked. Our hostesses will encourage this and there will be a tableau to inflame your passions.

* Doors will open at 8-00pm exactly and will close at 8-45 pm. There will be no admission after that time.

* The event will last until 2-00am.

* On arrival you will be welcomed by hostesses who will be very skimpily clad. They will take your outer garments, `phones, hand bags and shoes and place them in safe keeping.

*You will be given a bracelet which will enable you to make electronic purchases of sexual material, such as pornographic magazines depicting our girls, videos and sex aids. The bracelet will activate a monitor which will charge the credit card you used to book in with any purchases made. On your credit card statement these will be shown as "BB(London) Enterprises Ltd."

*The bracelet will also enable you to pay for photographic services. Pictures will cost £25 per person, so you may pose solo, in pairs, trios or other groupings. Photographs will be sent in discreet packaging to your home address shortly after the event. This will also apply to any other purchases you make.

* The same bracelet will also enable you to book sexual services from our hostesses. The cost is £50 for a photograph, with or without a kiss and cuddle, and £75 for a more intimate service. Our hostesses are well trained in manual, oral and anal sex, so please do not be afraid to ask. Each of them will have access to a monitor to record the transaction. In some cases they may be able to cater for sexual kinks, though a special price will be levied. Please note that nothing involving physical or mental suffering will be acceptable.

* The reception area will also have a stall where you may inspect catalogues showing our range of fetish wear and you will be able to place orders there. You will also be able to book in for our new range of bespoke swim and underwear.

* Here there will be another stall where you may order the erotic pictorial material we mentioned earlier. We shall feature some of our latest erotic publications and videos, including "Getting nude and sexy in the Surrey Hills" and "Canal side cunts from the Midlands." These are printed to a very high standard and are much finer than "top shelf" magazines. Indeed they could be works of art were they not so explicitly sexual.

* There will also be a stall showing our range of sex toys.

*After you have registered and made your purchases you will be asked to move into the next area of the venue where drinks will be available. Here you may renew old acquaintances and make new ones and plan assignations should you so wish. You will also be given a tote bag with your name on it into which your clothes should be placed when the naked portion of the event gets under way.

* Please remember that the new dress code for the event is "Get Your Kit Off Easily." Clothing should be removable with the greatest ease. We recommend brief tops and micro mini skirts, or hip hugging shorts over little bikini style bras and thongs.

* When the main event is due to start you will be asked to move into the "Sex Arena" where you will find comfortable tiered seating which has ample room for sexual activity.

* No drinks may be taken into the "Sex Arena" for obvious reasons--breakages are serious, cuts even more so! However, once you have stripped off should you require refreshment you may leave the arena and take a drink outside. That will also give you an opportunity to parade your nudity and check out any other "talent" on display.

* You will also find loos in the drinks area should you need to pee!

* The "Sex Arena" has a number of side rooms for private pleasures including mild BDSM, and there are photographic studios and a hot tub area.

* We also have a "Golden Showers" room complete with pee pool should you wish to be either "active" or "passive."

*As previously stated a sexy tableau will be presented, but we will not give away the details here. Our hostesses will be involved and they will also encourage you, should you need it, to strip off and expose yourselves prior to getting on with sex.

*Finally please remember the motto of the evening which we shall ask you to repeat,

WE ARE HERE TO FUCK, WE ARE HERE TO FUCK.

*We look forward to seeing all--and we mean all--of you very soon."

Once that was sent out Berniece convened a meeting of her staff and included Madama and Miss Marion and their staff by zoom. She was concerned that even with twelve hostesses on duty we would struggle to meet the needs of guests.

Madama offered to provide even more extra staff from the Grange, so bringing in Jan, Jen, Eve and Maya, her own daughter. That gave us sixteen hostesses and Berniece was happy with that, though she pointed out that we would all need to push the sale of "services" to cover the extra expense we were incurring;

It was also confirmed that the uniform for hostesses would initially be bare tits coupled with black stockings, suspender belts and latex thongs, which was a slight change from the initial plan, but one designed to advertise the range of fetish wear available form Miss Marion.

I confirmed that in conjunction with Debra, Leonora and Katya the sex tableau was well developed but I asked if it would be possible for closed circuit TV to be used to project the scene onto a big screen for all guests to get a really good view of the action.

Berniece agreed, but sighed that it would add to the expense of the event. I pointed out that as we would have the scene recorded we would be able to retail it later on, and that made her more happy, while Madama pointed out that Fiona would be able to assist with the filming. In addition the film crew, who would all be female, were skilful photographers who would free after the tableau to take pictures of guests.

Katya revealed that she had designed a costume for the tableau. Those taking part, other than Debra, would wear very tiny bikinis with minute triangles of soft material covering the nipples which would be obviously stiff, while the thong portion would barely cover the cunt and would expose the arse cheeks.

Debra butted in to ask what she would be wearing and was told it would be a "virginal" white garment which would be ripped off during the action in an act of ritual humiliation.

She asked with a giggle why she always seemed to have to play the victim and I told her it was because she looked innocent, even though we all knew she was a dirty minded little minx who liked to be stripped and ravished. That produced a good round of laughter.

Over the next few days there was a very intensive period of rehearsal and improvisation for the tableau. Katya came up to London as it had been decided that she and Leonora as red heads would be the leaders of the lesbian group into whose "patch" the "innocent" Debra would stray. I would then take on the role of narrator to minimise the amount of dialogue anyone would have. The rest of the hostesses would be the "tribe" whose job would be to go round the "sex arena" encouraging guests to strip.

There remained one issue. To be ritually humiliated Debra needed to be tied up to a post or pole. Should we use the St Andrew`s Cross from the BDSM room? Then I remembered that there was the oversized cock that the Gay men used for their sessions. We decided to use that as ropes could be attached to restrain Debra, and we could also make lewd references to it.

The day of the event arrived and the main participants in the tableau, myself, Debra, Leonora and Katya, had a morning and an afternoon rehearsal--underwear only in both cases. The "smaller parts" then rehearsed with us about 5-00pm. All of us participants then had a light meal to see us through what was going to be a demanding evening. After eating those of us who were to be hostesses stripped off and donned our "uniform."

By 7-30 in the evening guests were already beginning to queue outside the venue, and as their numbers increased we debated whether the doors should be opened early. Berniece took a decision and at 7-45 pm we opened up and the women began to stream in. Those of us on reception duty were initially a little overwhelmed by having to take into safe keeping coats and handbags etc, and also by having to hand out the purchasing bracelets as guests registered. But we got the hang of it and opening early meant we did not have a rush at 8-00pm.

We were delighted to see that nearly all our guests had opted for either micro mini skirts or brief shorts. There were many pairs of graceful female legs on display and curvy arses to, while most women had ensured their sexy navels were well exposed. There was a phenomenal buzz of sexual energy in the air, as old friends met up and complimented each other.

These were some of the conversations we heard.

"Shall we have a photograph taken now in our shorts and brief tops? Then we can have some more taken when we are nude, something very explicit with us both squatting and exposing our cunts, and also bending over, pulling our bum cheeks apart to show off our arse holes."

"I`m so pleased that this event is taking place in London, much more convenient for me than going to the Grange, and I can get home quickly to tell my husband all about the naughty things I have got up to. That will get his prick as stiff as a poker, and I swear it gets even longer and thicker than usual. Just right for him to fuck me silly!"

"Yes, my bloke saves up his spunk for a week before an event like this, and then when I get home and tell him about it he likes me to suck his cock until he explodes in my mouth. He can recover quite quickly and then he will take me up the arse while I diddle my cunt. It`s nice being bi-sexual isn`t it?"

"When we get down to it inside I want to slip off my thong and shove it up your cunt so it gets wet with your quim juice, and I want you to do the same to me with your thong. When we pull them out they should reek of sex and we will swop them and take them home. We will not wash them so we can sniff each other`s smell until we can get together again."

" I want to order a couple of the photo books and some of the videos. My man and I love looking at them. We call it our mutual solo sex time as we both wank as we look!"

But one of the best exchanges involved Miss Marion and her bespoke range of swim wear and under wear. This is her story.

" A very statuesque raven haired woman came to the stall and said she was interested in having some little bikini bottoms made to a bespoke design. She explained that she ran a troupe of girls who "performed" on luxury yachts off the South of France coast.

The clients on these vessels were usually plutocratic middle aged men who were heavily overweight and had pendant beer guts, so that even if they could get an erection they would find it hard to penetrate a cunt. So most of them wanted a hand or mouth job. They also wanted to see scantily clad women indulging in lesbian sex. They were prepared to pay well, and in cash, for these performances.

She wanted some very revealing garments with centre seam on the crotch to emphasise the camel toe effect, and enquired whether I could supply them. I said I could, but that each wearer would have to be individually measured as the garment would be bespoke.

She then asked, "How will the measurements be taken, and where?"

"From the Venus Mound, through the legs to the top of the arse crack, and round the hips and at various points between the legs. The location where the measurements are taken is subject to mutual agreement," I replied.

"We would need to be naked for this?" She asked.

"Most certainly," I responded.

"And the person doing the measuring could be naked too?" She asked with a leer.

"That would be me and my beautiful assistants, and we would certainly be happy to strip off for the measuring and the subsequent fittings," I said.

That seemed to please her and she took a catalogue with my contact details and said she would be in touch. I might even get a trip to the Med to do the job, and I would need to take assistants with me. I`d love to fuck a beautiful woman on the deck of a super yacht just off Nice with the sun beating down on us as we grind ourselves together."

Now it`s time to get on with the progress of the event.

About 9-15 pm we began to urge guests to move into the "arena" and those of us who were to be in the tableau went to the office area to change into our costumes, and make our way down back stairs and side passages to the area where we were to perform.

Within a quarter of an hour we had everyone in place, and our guests were relaxing in the "Sex Arena," Indeed some were already toying with one another. I made my way onto the floor and there were cheers and whistles as guests saw my micro bikini--oh yes, it isn`t only men who can wolf whistle a pretty girl!

I picked up the mike from the PA system and addressed the audience.

"Ladies, come with us in imagination to a private beach occupied only by lesbians where the dress code is micro bikini at most. See my friends stretched out in the sun as they contemplate the day of fucking ahead. We are led by our red head cousins, Leonora and Katya, who are always ready for action.

See coming into this secluded place a young woman, Debra, who is wearing a simple cheese cloth dress. She has lost her way and has stumbled upon us by accident. My friends seize the intruder, and our leaders interrogate her."

Leonora. "Who are you, and what are you doing here? Don`t you know this is a private beach open only to members of our sex club?"

Katya. "And why are you dressed like that? The only costume permitted here is the micro bikini."

Debra. "I`m sorry, I have lost my way, I did not mean to intrude."

Leonora. "A likely story. I think you wanted to spy on us. You wanted to see us in our bikinis which show off our tits and our shapely arses."

Katya, "I bet you want to see what we have between our legs--admit it, you want to see our cunts!"

Debra. "No, No, I tell you I got lost."

Leonora. "Well now you are found, and we have found you, and we will not let you go until we have initiated you into our club."

Debra. "No, No, I tell you I am not like that."

Katya. "Not like that, eh. Then what are you wearing under your dress? Let me lift it and take a look. Ah, just as I guessed, girls, she`s not wearing knickers and I can see her cunt is already wet."

Leonora. "Let`s tie her to the big, thick stiff prick totem and she if she likes sex the way we do it. Better than a man shoving his cock up your cunt any day.

I take up the narration.

"So Debra is led struggling to the big prick like totem. Her hands are tied above her head and her legs are fastened apart. The girls all take hold of her dress and rip it from her in an act of ritual humiliation and we see her beautiful naked body She protests, but only feebly."

Debra. "Please, no, no, don`t do that."

Leonora. "Yes, yes, oh yes. This is what you really want, bitch. You want to show us your body as much as you want to see ours. Well I`m going to take off my bikini and you can see me in the nude."

Katya. "And me too!"

I turn to the guests.

"Come on, Ladies, that`s three of us nude here, what about joining in? Remember the slogan we sent you in the first flyer---after 1,2,3, WE ARE HERE TO FUCK!,! 1, 2, 3, WE ARE HERE TO FUCK!"

There was a roared response from the guests, and I took up the narrative once more.

"Time for Debra to be initiated. Leonora will tongue her out while Katya works on her tits."

Leonora crouched down to apply her mouth to Debra`s cunt, Fiona with her camera came closer in to capture the action, and Katya licked and sucked on Debra`s nipples.

Debra. "No, no, please no, you must not do that--no--no--mmmmmm-mmmmmmm--oh, oh, but, -------oooooh------it`s nice--no I should-----mmmmmmm-----not like it----but, mmmmmm------it`s so nice, so nice. Yes, yes, please, just there, yees, yees, Oh, shit, I love it-----YEEEEEEEES, AAAAAAAAAGH, OOOOOOOOGH, YES, FUCK ME, FUCK ME--------I`M CUMMMMMING!!!!!"

I looked around to see clothing coming off all over the place as more and more lovely female flesh was exposed and the women got down to fucking each other.

Like my fellow hostesses I stripped off my kit and set off to see if anyone needed my sexual services--for a price, of course. I did not have to wait long as I encountered a pair of incredibly pretty naked girls who looked as if they were no more than eighteen. They were holding their tote bags containing their clothes over their pubic areas to preserve just a little modesty.

"Move those bags," I commanded. "We don`t allow covering up here."

The girls blushed and giggled but did as I had ordered which gave me a chance to view their bodies, and I liked and desired what I saw.

Both were blonds and each had that "English Rose" look with lovely apple blossom pink cheeks, soft baby blue eyes, slightly up turned noses and cupids bow mouths. I also took in their naked bodies, their darling perky tits with beautiful rose pink nipples, just a trace of adolescent puppy fat remaining on their hips, sexy navels and smoothly waxed cunts.

They introduced themselves as Gill and Sally and asked if they could have a picture taken with me and then maybe have some fun. Before I agreed I had to ask questions.

"You two look very young to me, are you both over eighteen?"

They confirmed that they were and said they had their passports in their outer coat pockets to prove that, though those garments were out in the entrance hall of the building.

"No need for that," I stated, "You would not have been allowed even to apply for membership without proof of age, but you do look so damned young, and so very innocent, though maybe you are very good at faking that.

Next, how did you find out about this event? I am curious to know because most of the guests here are already members of other sex club outfits with which this one is connected. Was it through the net?"