Fiona's day started early, she rolled out of Francis's bed at 05:30 am and showered making sure she cleaned her cunt and arse three times until it was squeaky clean. She then ran the razor round her herself neatening her pubes.
She applied make up and did her hair then pulled on a ridiculously tight white blouse bought by Francis for today, it had four buttons to be done up, the top of which was just below her centre of her breasts so that huge amounts of her ample cleavage were on show.
She had been told by Francis not to bother with a bra today so she looked down as she had many times before at her nipples straining against the tight white material and then looked in the mirror. The darker areola around her big nipples was definitely visible beneath the tight white fabric; this wasn't new to her so she just carried on dressing.
She was permitted to wear knickers and these were left on the dresser for her, she held them up and looked at them. They were very nice and clearly expensive, most of the lingerie sets she had from the directors were top quality.
This small white thong was no different, the tint piece of sheer white material forming the triangle to cover her cunt was very small, she knew it would struggle to hold her lips in but Francis seemed to like this when selecting knickers.
The string met at the back and she then saw they must been custom made as the word whore was the centre piece that would sit on her lower back. She pulled them on and her suspicions were correct, her cunt lips were struggling to stay in the sides.
Still she pulled on her skirt that had also been selected by Francis, Christ she thought as she zipped it up at the back and straightened it out it finished pretty much at the bottom of her arse cheeks. She bent forward just to gauge how much it'd take to expose her behind, the answer wasn't a lot.
She then sat down and again the shortness of the skirt rode it up round her waist almost leaving her gusset on show, great she thought thinking ahead to the taxi journey she had to make.
She bent down and put five inch slut heels on, again selected by Francis and she was ready to leave by 06:30, she didn't want to be late for Victor after pissing him off last night so stuffed three pairs of knickers in her handbag, she had a feeling she'd probably need spares today, and then went to leave.
Francis stopped her as she put her hand on the door handle, "Don't let me down today whore," he said and rolled back over.
"I won't," she said, already knowing what was expected of her today, and left.
She hailed a cab right outside, "London City hotel please," she told the cabbie who looked her up and down and smiled. He probably assumed she was a hooker on her way to her next client, and in all honestly he wouldn't of been far off the mark.
She sat uncomfortably for 18 minutes as they crossed London to Victor's hotel; she paid the cabbie with plenty as a tip and headed in to his hotel. She found his room easy enough and after turning every head in the reception area she found the lift and entered.
She walked the carpeted corridor until she found Victors room and knocked, she waited less than twenty seconds and the door swung open and he stepped back to let her in. He was only in his boxers and Fiona noticed a good bulge and his muscular body.
The door shut behind her and she went to set up the lap top like she did before, "Once you've set up present yourself like you did yesterday whore," he said.
"Yes of course," Fiona replied and quickly set the laptop up.
She then turned to face him and opened the four buttons on the blouse and let the material fall off her breasts exposing them, he didn't even flinch or change expression. She then turned to the bed and hiked her skirt round her waist and bent forwards laying on it.
She reached back and went to peel her thong down but was stopped by a hand on her back, "Ha! Very fitting," he said feeling the word whore with his fingers as he lifted it from her body. He let it go and it snapped back in place, "The name suits you, present yourself whore," he told her.
She pushed her knickers off as far as her hands could reach leaving them somewhere mid-thigh and then she pulled open her cheeks for inspection by Victor.
She felt his breath on her pussy lips and near her arsehole as he had a good look, "Ahhh," she sighed as she felt a tongue at the bottom of her slit, it travelled up lightly running over her lips all the way up to her squeaky clean bumhole.
She took another sharp intake of breath as Victors tongue circled her puckered hole before standing up," Better whore, this is how gold plated clients should receive their goods isn't it?" he asked peeling off his boxers behind her.
"Yes, please accept my deepest apology, this morning I intend to make it up to you," she said to him, still face down on the bed presenting her holes to him.
"Oh I know you will whore, instead of the forty five minutes I should have had yesterday I've got you for an hour and a half, I'm sure that's enough time for you to make amends," he laughed.
"How about you start by getting on your knees and sucking my cock," he said.
She sparang up and turned to face him before dropping on her knees, she grabbed his impressive eight and a half inch cock wanked it hard and fast spitting on it a few times first to lube it before shoving his bulbous helmet in her mouth.
She made all the appreciative noises as she hungrily feasted on his cock; she massaged his balls underneath with on hand, grabbed the base with the other and bobbed her head up and down his meaty pole.
He made her suck him like this for a good fifteen minutes before he ordered her to strip but leave her heels on. He climbed on the bed while she did this and watched at the same time as he fisted his cock. Once she was in the desired state of undress he required he took his hand off his cock and it pointed angrily up in the air.
"Get up her and show me how sorry you are whore," he said looking at her and then his cock.
Fiona knew that she was going to have to ride him, after all she had turned up with come filled holes and displeased him, the least she could do and Francis would expect is that she do as he say. If that meant riding his cock she'd ride it for the next hour and fifteen minutes if need be.
She crawled up the bed and took him in her mouth once more and spat over his cock head before straddling him, she knew men liked the cowgirl position so they could watch their cocks filling her cunt so positioned herself accordingly.
In her heels she was able to be quite high above his cock before leaning back to rest her hands on his thighs, this arched her back pushing her huge breasts up and her groin forward. She then splayed her knees exposing herself to him, she let him look at her wet sex for a moment before lowering herself to his dick.
She rubbed her slit forwards and back over his cockhead, she lowered herself millimetres at a time letting his cock open her slowly. It was only 07:20 and her she was seconds away from having her first dick of the day.
She moaned loudly and stopped as her pussy stretched to accommodate his helmet, she held the position enjoying the feeling of such a fat dick this early in the morning. Satisfied with how it felt she then lowered herself the rest of the way.
She stopped when she couldn't go any further, "Your apology will be judged on how well you fuck, I want to see maximum effort at all times understand?" Victor said to her.
"I understand, I won't disappoint," she said.
No more words were spoken between the two for the next hour, Fiona was dripping with sweat by the time she took load number three in her mouth and across her face.
Victor had literally laidback and let Fiona ride him cowgirl and reverse cowgirl for an hour solid, he come once in her cunt which had bought on Fiona's fourth orgasm and then he'd enjoyed her tight arse for nearly thirty five minutes before cumming deep in that.
He then made her alternate between her pussy and arse until he was ready to come again which was the load he'd just dumped in her throat and sprayed across her face.
Once finished he wiped his slimy cock on her face, "You better get gone, Francis wants you at Earls Court for 9 and its twenty too," he said falling on to the bed spent and well serviced.
"Did my fucking meet expectations?" Fiona asked.
"More than whore," was all he said.
Still Fiona couldn't help but grin knowing she'd performed well pleased her immensely. She dressed and then went to the bathroom to fix her face as best she could, cleaning all the come off she could see.
She gathered up the laptop and her bag and then kissed Victor goodbye and left for day two of the convention.
She arrived on time at the stall and went straight in to the back to drop her stuff in, the directors were all in there waiting, "Well is Victor happy?" asked Francis.
"Victor is very happy and well compensated Mr Mulherne" Fiona told him.
"Good, now today is a big day, all the big players are here today and we want to snare at least ten," Francis told her, "Same as yesterday, they get a sneak preview in here then you arrange to give out the full works at their hotels," he told her.
"These boys today won't be happy with forty five minute slots either, guarantee them two hours at least, I don't want them feeling rushed, your there to please them," he said.
"No problem Mr Mulherne, I understand the importance," said Fiona.
The three went out front and Fiona hovered closer to the door today peeking out to see what was happening, it didn't look quite so busy she thought but the businessmen definitely looked that one step up from yesterdays.
What did register with her though was that a lot of these were in twos or threes, clearly the big hitters travelled in numbers much like Francis had turned up with his two partners.
She peeked through the door when she heard a jovial conversation between people outside, two large men were stood talking to Francis and the conversation seemed to be going well, smiles were being exchanged as well as facts and figures.
Just then hands were shook and the first man led the other through the gap in the table towards the door at the back of their stand, Fiona's first customers were advancing. She went back in the room and stood from the chair as the door opened to great the men.
