Janice Discovers Her Truth Ch 04

Janice Discovers Her Truth

Chapter 4

My eyes took in the queens, queers, colours and the vibrant atmosphere filling the Stonewall Inn. My body felt the pulse of the beat from the music and while I slowly sipped my beer, I felt my mind begin to drift in and out of sleep as I stood with my friends.

I needed to take a piss and recognizing the raincoat would be in the way, I took it off my body, handed it to Yvonne and told my friends I needed to pee. My eyes looked around and saw the way to the washrooms, so I proceeded to squeeze my naked body through the crowd of people as I walked. I felt hands fondle my tits, grab my ass and even attempt to finger my pussy, but I just kept walking. I was grateful for the attention and even the closeness of the bodies as I believe I would have fallen over from exhaustion if I was not able to be pressed against them.

I squeezed into the washroom which was full and felt the eyes of many women fall upon me. I got whistles and catcalls and more gropes as I walked to a stall. Someone grabbed the ring on my collar and pulled my face towards theirs. I had completely forgotten I was wearing the collar. A Latina woman with a skimpy bra and amazing muscular shoulders and arms, shouted, "You gotta wait your turn bitch," then laughed, smiled and kissed me. Another woman grabbed my collar, pulled me close to their black face with amazing bushy eyebrows and dark eyes and sensuous lips also said, "Yeah bitch wait your turn," and she too laughed then kissed me. I was then face to face with another black woman who just held my collar, smiled and then extended her tongue to lick my face from chin to nose. I tried to find a way to compose myself and said with quiet urgency, "Please I must go pee."

The washroom filled with howls and laughter, and I felt hands grab my wrists. As my hands were pulled and lifted from my body, strangers' hands also grabbed my right leg and lifted. The black woman who had licked my face stood in front of me and her fingers began rubbing against my clit and pushing in and out of my pussy. She loudly asked, "You gotta piss bitch? Come one bitch, tell us you gotta piss." I nodded and meekly replied, "Yes, I have to piss. " The woman this time more loudly spoke and asked again, "What? We can't hear you bitch. What have you gotta do? You need to piss? Tells us you need to piss." Her fingers were punishing my pussy with a rage that reflected how she spoke to me. I replied a bit louder, "Yes, I need to piss.!" She then removed her fingers from my cunt and stuck them in my mouth. As I tasted my pussy, she leaned in closer to me and said, "We still can't hear you child, you gotta shout it. Now shout it, let us all hear that you gotta take a piss." She removed her fingers quickly from my mouth and with the last remaining energy I had within me, shouted, "I gotta take a piss!" Her reply was a smile and the demand of, "Well let's see you piss then." I didn't even try to fight and just let it flow from me. I heard myself piss, felt it hit against my leg and cover the black woman's hand as she rubbed my cunt. Cheers filled the washroom and then my eyes grew wide to see the black woman take her hand and rub it against the lips of other women who had crowded nearby. She then returned her hand to my pussy, fingered my cunt, then before my eyes placed her fingers in her mouth and then licked and smacked her lips. Her final words to me before she walked away were, "You're fun girl."

I was an exhausted girl. And my legs were too tired to carry me anymore. As the women who had been holding my arms and leg let go, I felt the weight of me begin to push me to the floor. I fell to my knees, rested my ass on my legs, placed the palms of my hands on my thighs and closed my eyes. A hand grabbed a handful of my hair, and a leg was placed over my shoulder. My eyes opened to see a mess of red pubic hair and my nose inhaled the scent of sexual arousal. My face was pushed tightly against the pussy before me, I closed my eyes again and my tongue started lapping, lower jaw moving. The red told me and shared with the women in the washroom that I was to, "Eat it bitch" as she now pushed her hips into my face. I needed no encouragement, or to be told what to do. I just did what was becoming natural to me. I did not feast for long and heard red say, "What the fuck!" as her pussy and body was pulled away from me. I felt a coat cover my shoulders and a person on either side of me take my shoulders and arms and lift me from the floor. With Miss Nicolette in front and Yvonne and Lynn on either side of me, we marched out of the washroom, through the crowd and out into the New York City night.

My friends apologized for taking so long and when they heard the noises coming through the washroom and over the music being played their instincts told them to find me quickly. They were glad to see I was not hurt and said something like that would never happen to me again. I was very grateful for their words and their support but did not dare share with them how good it felt to be used like I had been. Still, it felt reviving to be outside, in the care of friends and to relax.

I reminded them that I needed to sleep, and my friends agreed that I had earned a well-deserved rest. Miss Nicolette's car could only hold two people, so Yvonne and Lynn told her they would take me back to the hotel by cab and meet her tomorrow for the scheduled appointment. With that we kissed Miss Nicolette good night who graciously held my face in her hands and said, "Thank you for a lovely evening, we shall see each other tomorrow."

Lynn waved for a cab and after we climbed into the backseat, the next thing I remembered was waking up at the Roosevelt Hotel the following afternoon.

I stretched my arms and legs as I awoke and looked around for any sight or sign of Yvonne and Lynn. I did see the vase of flowers on the table by the window and a champagne glass beside an ice bucket holding a bottle and beside it, a glass pitcher holding orange juice. On a plate were lemon, blueberry and raspberry danishes. I threw off the bed sheets and walked my naked body to the window, sat in the chair and made myself a mimosa, then slowly ate the lemon danish. I stared out the window admired the sun covered buildings and streets and beautiful blue sky. I relaxed in the chair and filled my mind with the memories of the past two days. As I recalled those moments, I lifted my right leg to rest on the chair and began to slowly finger myself. I rubbed my clit then fucked myself gently with my finger, then fingers and thumb rubbing and pressing on my clit. I slowed myself down, removed my fingers and reached for the blueberry danish. I was too hungry to orgasm I told myself and resumed to sipping the mimosa and enjoying the danishes. I then noticed the small card that was lying against the vase of flowers. On it was written a note from Yvonne and Lynn letting me know they were shopping and would be back by six to take me to our appointment. The note included instructions not to dress until they returned. I looked to see the time and that it was nearly three o'clock. I smiled, pleased to see I had a few hours just to myself and made myself another mimosa and ate the last danish. I returned to bed, turned on the television and found a station that played soft jazz.

I awoke from a very restful sleep at five o'clock. I rose out of my bed and stepped into the shower. The warm water felt good, and it felt good to feel clean. As I washed between my legs I decided to shave and trim some of my pussy hair. I never wanted to go completely bald there but thought a little less on the side and a trim on top might be welcome. I stepped from the shower to find my bag and pulled out my razor, small scissors and compact mirror. In a few brief moments my pubic hair was a nice rectangle shape and I allowed my fingers to flow over and through my light brown hair pubes. I dried myself, applied a small amount of lotion to my arms and legs and perfume on my neck, behind my ears and walked my naked body back to the table by the window to make myself another mimosa. I then sat on the corner of the bed, waiting for Yvonne and Lynn to return.

They knocked on the door before entering our room and then tossed their bags onto the empty bed before looking at me. Yvonne said, "Well hello beautiful. Someone seems very well rested now." Lynn stood in front of me, placed her hand under my chin and lifted my face to hers as she leaned down and in for a lovely wet kiss. Yvonne began removing boxes from bags and throwing the lids off and into the air. She was very excited to show-off all that they had purchased from shoes, to makeup, to sundresses and panties. She then showed me this beautiful blue hue bustier sun dress. She tossed it at me and told me to put it on. I stood, handed my mimosa to Lynn and held the dress in front of me and twirled it around in my hands. I then stepped into the dress and pulled it up over my hips and pulled the small straps across my arms and onto my shoulders. Yvonne moved to stand behind me and she pulled the lace to cinch the corseted bodice. I then tightened the drawstring across my chest and tied the lace into a bow. I moved to the mirror in our room and admired the short sun dress and the woman wearing it. I then twirled and spun around the room a bit as the fabric rose into the air. It was truly beautiful, and the cotton fabric felt lovely on my skin.

Lynn then removed a shoe box from a bag and showed me a pair of royal blue stiletto heel sandals. She told me to sit on the bed as she placed my feet into the sandals and tied the ankle straps. I then walked around the room, twirled and spun again and admired myself once more in the mirror. I wrapped my arms around Lynn, kissed her deeply and then wrapped my arms around Yvonne and kissed her deeply. I then looked at all the items on the bed and asked however are we going to get this stuff back home? We need to buy another suitcase or two. Yvonne and Lynn just smiled and said never you mind about that.

Yvonne and Lynn clothed themselves in the sun dresses they had bought for themselves along with new sandals and Prada purses. Once again, I was amazed by their style, class and obvious fortune. We applied our makeup and then hurried to the street to find a cab.

The air was hot and humid, and the sun dresses felt like the perfect choice of apparel for whatever laid ahead for me. Once more, we filled the backseat of the cab and grabbed each others' thighs as Lynn informed the cab driver to take us to Balcon Rooftop Bar. Miss Nicolette was already seated and waiting for us. She stood as we approached and gave us each a kiss on the cheek. We sat down and seeing Miss Nicolette raise her glass of white wine, we did the same and toasted the beautiful day washing over us as the sun kissed our bodies. Seated beside Miss Nicolette she reached under the table and massaged my thigh as she turned in her chair towards me. She said that she had to tell me something and asked that I listen closely. I turned my face to hers and said "My ears were all hers."

Miss Nicolette shared that our trip to New York City had been planned months before, that this was ultimately a test and I had passed beautifully. My mouth opened a bit in a minor show of shock as Miss Nicolette then thanked Yvonne and Lynn for being perfect accomplices. She continued by saying that I had shown myself to be open to a variety of experiences, was accepting of all situations and persons. I tilted my head slightly to the side, smiled and nodded. I was then told that Yvonne and Lynn had undergone the same experience as I and had been visiting New York at her calling for the past five years. On more than one visit they were excitedly telling Miss Nicolette all about me and some of my personal life story. Miss Nicolette continued that she asked them if they thought I would deserve a 'try-out' and they both shouted yes! She shared that the three of them planned the whole trip for me. I was of course taken by surprise, was lost for words, then composed myself and said, "thank you for bringing me into this amazing clique." I shared that the experience had been amazing for me and felt true love for all three of them.

Once again Miss Nicolette raised her glass of wine and toasted me. Our appetizers arrived and as we placed the linen napkins on our laps and placed the apps on our plates, Miss Nicolette continued. She shared that she not only owned a bar, and was a part-time dominatrix, she also operated an escort business. Her clientele were exclusively wealthy older women and that Yvonne and Lynn worked for her. I turned to Yvonne and Lynn and they both nodded. Lynn shared that when in New York City they work for Miss Nicolette as escorts and that sometimes they will also service her clients in Chicago and Los Angeles. I could not touch my food or drink as I was just absorbed by all that was being shared with me. Miss Nicolette then said, "That the question for me was if I wanted to join her escort service." At this request I took a drink of wine and set it down. I paused and said, Tthat it sounds exciting and marvelous, but I have a husband and life back home that would make it difficult for me to be of any reliable service." Miss Nicolette then asked me if after this weekend, did I really think I could go back to my life back home? I took another sip of my wine then said, "To be honest, I do not want to." Miss Nicolette then told me that I did not have to, to which I asked how could that ever be possible? She leaned in to say, "Because you are special, and I will take care of all your needs." I asked, how and she said, "Because you can live with me." My heart raced and my body filled with a joy I had seldom felt before. Miss Nicolette was the sexiest person I had ever met and known, and my intuition told me that her desires and wishes for me were sincere and honest.

Before I could give Miss Nicolette an answer, she told me that I had time to think about it, and first I needed to decide if being an escort for wealthy mature women was something I was not only interested in, but capable of performing. Miss Nicolette said that opportunity would present itself in a couple of hours as she had made scheduled appointments with her clients for this evening. She reached down into her purse and pulled out three silver envelopes and one to Yvonne, Lynn and myself. Yvonne and Lynn opened their envelopes, pulled out and read the folded letter, then placed the letter back into the envelope and into their purse. Miss Nicolette said the envelope contained a letter that identified the name of the client, the address of the hotel where they are staying and the time to meet them. In the envelope was also wrapped in tissue paper a silver necklace. Miss Nicolette informed it was actually an anklet made of white gold that held a red ruby in the shape of a heart and was a present from her to me. Still feeling a sense of wonderment over what I had learned and been told in the last 15 minutes, I opened the letter and read the name Mrs. Lilianne Stanford, The Plaza Hotel, Suite 1212, 9:00 p.m. Miss Nicolette then said after our meal, there will be a limousine downstairs waiting for each of us to take us to our required destinations. She then said the limousine will return at 1:00 a.m. to return us to our hotel.

I returned the letter to the envelope, placed it on the table beside my plate and took a deep breath. I was nervous, excited and imagining what Mrs. Stanford might look like. I had an image of a much older woman, heavy set and dripping diamonds and pearls from her ears, neck, wrists and fingers. I also wondered how big and saggy her breasts would be and her pussy covered with a thick grey fur of pubic hair. We were served a delicious quinoa crusted salmon with a spicy orange miso sauce that tasted amazing, and I ate very slowly. I was poured a second then third glass of wine and my dessert was a lemon chiffon pie. Miss Nicolette paid for our beautiful supper and drinks and then we followed her out of the restaurant to our respective limousines. The driver opened the door for me, and before I stepped in Miss Nicolette took my hand, pulled me close and wrapped her hands around my waist. She told me that Mrs. Stanford was a lovely woman and that I had nothing to worry about and to enjoy myself. I smiled and gave Miss Nicolette a kiss then waved and blew a kiss to Yvonne and Lynn and stepped into the limo.

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Avenue, and I stared out the window looking up to admire all the tall buildings. The limo turned left, and I saw the edge of Central Park and then turned left again and stopped in front of the plaza. I waited for the driver to open the door for me them stepped out and admired the beautiful Plaza that stood before me. I thanked the driver then walked into the front lobby. I looked around for the elevators and not seeing where they were asked a Plaza employee to help me. I told him that I was visiting a friend in suite 1212 and he smiled and told me to follow him. We came to an elevator in a remote section of the Plaza, and he escorted me on the elevator. The elevator door opened, and he told me the suite was the first room on the left. I thanked him and reached into my purse, found the envelope of money my husband had given to me, and handed the employee a $20 bill. I exited the elevator, took five steps to the left and stood in front of the door of suite 1212. I straightened my sundress, pulled the compact mirror from my purse and inspected my eyes and lipstick. I then found my tube of lipstick and applied a fresh layer upon my full lips. I returned the lipstick and mirror to my purse, swallowed, then lightly knocked three times on the door.

The door opened and before my eyes stood a slim woman, slightly taller than me, with beautiful black and silver hair, amazing black eyes and bright red lips. She was wearing a white silk nightgown and white high wedge heel slippers. My eyes drank in the length of her before I was able to say, "Hello Mrs. Stanford, I am Janice." Mrs. Stanford's eyes brightened at the sight of me, and she stepped away from the door while saying, "Hello Janice, welcome and please come inside." I stepped inside and took in the size and elegance of the suite as Mrs. Stanford closed the door.

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