(A very special thanks to Shiree for making this a better read)
Nikki lounged about in her room all the day long. She didn't bother to mix with the girls. Her mission stood completed, well almost. Only the grand finale remained. And she would be ready for that. The day passed slowly, the hour hand of the wall clock in her room seemed to be almost stationery. After what seemed an eternity, the chamber maid entered her boudoir with her dress for the evening.
Nikki could hear the music playing in the Conference Room. She walked over to the dividing wall and peeked inside thru the viewer which was specifically installed to keep an eye on the proceedings and also to let the dancing girls know when they were supposed to move in onto the dais.
There were five of them. Seven in all if one took into account Octopussy and Amy. They were all clad in casuals and comfortably seated on different couches spread along the room. Three of the men had a distinct Middle East look about them. One had a long face with a beard and large eyes that had a sorrowful look about them. But the scar on his right cheek gave his face an altogether different profile, a cold, mistrusting profile. The second fella was thin, with a balding forehead, while the third sported a French beard and given his demeanor, he seemed to be the man in charge. He was seated in the centre most couch along with Octopussy which gave him a good view of all that went on from all directions, another pointer to the fact that he was perhaps the Numero Uno. The fourth was distinctly an Orient while the last one was from the Mediterranean coast.
"A fine lot we have here," thought Nikki.
Some of the girls were mingling with the guests, serving drinks, dressed in teeny weenie string bikinis. The bikini top had a bright star shaped design to cover their areolas. The rest of the boobs were proudly on display. The panty had a small triangular patch at the correct position, leaving the buttocks bare and open to appreciating eyes. The men were already enjoying themselves as they chatted with the girls serving drinks and snacks, playing their hands over the bare buttocks, getting a good feel of the womanly flesh available.
As she continued to watch, the Oriental dipped two fingers in his drink and then traced a pattern across the left breast of the girl serving him. He then leaned forward and began licking it off her with his tongue, much to the amusement of the rest of the crowd. In response the girl pressed down his face on to her boob and placed a slow, wet kiss on his forehead.
Her gaze shifted to the Mediterranean who had been playing some of the pictures of Kama sutra on the touch screen besides his couch. As Lisa approached him with the drinks, he pulled her down beside him and began showing some of them. She heard her giggle as the Mediterranean pointed out some explicit pictures which showed men and women engaged in different forms of copulation. Lisa smiled and gently bit the Mediterranean's ear lobe before getting up and moving across the floor to Amy who was showing a keen interest in her. Nikki's mouth opened in amazement as the two Middle East guys unzipped their jeans and took out their cock. They began playing with themselves, their eyes fixed upon the two girls performing on the dais. Long Face had a medium size cock with a thick girth while the other guy seemed to have a smaller one. Long Face took out a wad of hundred dollar bills and beckoned to one of the girls, it was Connie as far as Nikki could recall.
Connie continued moving to the rhythm of the music as she stepped down from the dais and sensually moved towards Long Face. Her brightly painted lips broke into a smile as she came close. She leaned forward so that the man could get a clear view of her boobs and tits, her shoulders continuing to move to the rhythm, making her boobs jiggle. Long Face lifted the hand holding the money above his head and moved it slightly behind him. As Connie moved forward to grab the money, he lifted her top with his other hand, totally exposing her breasts. He lurched forward and grabbed her right nipple in his mouth. A roar went up as Connie squealed in fake modesty and made a quick grab at the wad of bills before returning back to the dais with a look of merriment in her eyes.
Baldy was standing near the stage, his eyes glued on Margo who had just thrown up her left leg high up along the pole, letting everyone get a good glimpse of her freshly shaved, glistening mound. Nikki saw Baldy's one hand dip into his pocket, while his other hand furiously rubbing his erection. She turned away and slid back the shutter. She could very well guess what was going to happen next.
Nikki walked back slowly to the makeup room, a small knot forming in her stomach. She realized that these girls were hard core professionals. They had been in this trade for quite some time, unlike her. The way the girls were frolicking with the guests in the Conference Room clearly showed that they had done it all before and more. They had no qualms in doing whatever the men demanded. Their greedy eyes were fixed on the money being freely offered to them. Looking at them play she felt as though the oldest trade in the history of mankind continued to flourish because the actively participating fairer sex had no intention of giving up its hold on it.
Suddenly she felt she could just not do it. Getting fucked in the privacy of one's boudoir was one thing but there was a full blown orgy starting up in there. For Nikki love and sex was a private thing. But now it seems that that was all going to change. She felt queasy. She removed her clothes and sat on the chair in front of the mirror. The makeup girl opened her tool kit and briskly went to work.
"Why don't I just make a run for it with that piece of jewellery," thought Nikki uneasily as she slipped on the denim shorts over her bright red thong. The shorts, she noted, barely covered her ass. She picked up the men's shirt and buttoned it up then pulled forward the shirt tail and made a knot around her mid riff. Next she put on the ruby necklace as requested for by Amy just as Rita walked up to her. She was in a micro mini skirt with a tight fitting top that stopped well above her mid riff. Like Nikki, she too was braless, and ready for the show. Rita looked into her eyes and whispered, "Relax baby, it will be cool, just follow me and we will make a pile of money by the time the night is over."
"Money," thought Nikki bitterly, "that was all that was going on in the heads of the girls tonight. A more important game of life and death was slowly unfolding, but nobody seemed to notice."
