When Anna strutted into the living room in her heels, she felt like such a slut. Her blonde hair was tied in a wavy ponytail. She'd had it curled before leaving her apartment for tonight's work. She didn't mind taking an hour to get ready if it meant she could look like this. A perfect balance of makeup - not too much or too little - often made her clients stare at her in awe. She'd put on one of her most expensive sets of lingerie: anything less would attract the wrong kind of attention from the five women that were paying her that night.
Because she had to take a taxi, Anna decided on a long grey overcoat, the kind that buttoned up, to cover herself. She'd been allowed to let herself in to her rich client's house. The front door opened into a large open-plan living room. In the middle of the space were a few expensive looking sofas, hosting her five slightly older clients. Joanne, Megan, Lucia, Stacey, and Sophie. None of them were too much older - only ten years or so from her nineteen. Anna often wondered how people that young got so rich. Maybe some of them had done what she did. It certainly paid well enough.
Anna had never worked five clients at once before, but when the request came through, she had to admit that it would be interesting to explore what it felt like. She typically reverted to being a sub when she was with women. It satisfied something deep within her to surrender herself completely to another girl's pleasure. Even without the money, Anna found she enjoyed most of her work.
The women were all naked. A scene like this used to make Anna feel nervous, but now she didn't care. She walked into the space in-between the sofas and held eye contact with a brunette holding a glass of wine in her left hand. Anna's fingers worked at the buttons of her coat. One by one, they popped open, first revealing a little bit of cleavage, then her stomach, and then... Everything.
She heard the other women gasp as the coat fell to the floor. Anna could feel their eyes on her, drinking in her body. She knew for a fact that one woman would be looking at her slender legs in her black stockings, another would be fascinated by the garter belt encasing her thick thighs, sloping upwards into the subtle curve of her athletic-looking ass held tight by her cute little panties. Anna reached behind her head and pulled the bobble out of her hair. Her curls slipped down her shoulders and back, brushing against the soft fabric of the bra she wore.
In the stunned silence, she held eye contact with the woman in front of her, Joanne. She saw Joanne's breath catch and she sat, startled for a second, before moving to place her glass on a side table. Anna had struck a defiant pose, hands on hips, leaning slightly on one leg. She knew that position made her butt look good. The attention was making her wet. Anna loved when people watched her. Whenever she masturbated, she often thought about the random people online that got off watching her.
Without a word, Anna bent over, letting the two women behind her look at her butt a little more. Still maintaining eye contact with the brunette in front of her, Anna patted a hand down on the woman's thigh, another on her breast, then sat in her lap and brought her lips close to the woman's mouth. Instinctively, Joanne tried to kiss her, eyes closing, chin drawing closer, but Anna knew how to take someone who wanted her and make them feel that they needed her. She pressed a finger gently against the woman's puckered lips and drew her own head back, pushing herself closer against the woman's body. She heard the brunette quickly inhale as she realised what Anna was doing. Hand still resting against her breast, Anna could feel how quickly Joanne's heart was beating. It thumped in her chest, getting faster still. The brunette had frozen still and was completely absorbed with Anna. She wanted to smile, but she didn't. She couldn't, not yet. Her performance was nearly complete.
Anna lowered herself again, slowly bringing her lips just inches away from the Joanne's open mouth. Now she knew the woman was completely at her mercy.
"Do you wanna fuck me?" Anna said, softly.
This rich bitch, a woman who bossed people around and owned more money than Anna's parents could earn in a lifetime, nodded like a little girl.
Anna kissed her.
"Wow," Stacey said from behind Anna as Joanne climaxed on her face.
"Come on, Joanne, I think it's my turn!" Lucia said, struggling to control her excitement. She appraised Anna with hungry eyes. "Come here, Miss. I want to see if you're worth all that money I paid for your time."
