Nothing out of the ordinary had happened in the pub for a long time now, Alice serviced the locals still but on a much less frequent basis than her first six months, the novelty had worn off shall we say.
For though having my whore Alice on the books had earned him a pretty penny from a stacked out bar nearly every night for a year and a half, but the letter that had dropped through his door a month ago had him worried and he turned to me for help.
"Ali, there has been a complaint from one of the other darts teams, pissed off because were winning all the time because of the incentives I give," he said.
He pushed an envelope across the desk and told me to take a read and have a look inside. The letter alluded to the complaint and stated that Paul was offering incentives by bringing in hookers to fuck the patrons in the darts team.
This was supported by a range of photos taken over a few months that showed Alice in all sorts of shots around the pub, either half naked, naked, exposing herself, being groped and fingered, fucked and gangbanged.
The evidence was pretty damning and the brewery had summarised that Paul would be turfed out and handed over to the police, along with John as his assistant manager.
"Now I've had a thought," he said, "I know the top men at Marstons who will be coming down here to sort this," he rattled on, "good geezers, been in the trade and worked up," he said.
"Yes, so what's the plan?" I asked, still lost.
"You let me have Alice, and Fiona as an extra as bargaining chips, I offer them to these guys, they'll accept and then turn a blind eye, probably for a little share of my profits," he said as if he had it all worked out.
"So what do I get?" I asked.
"Errr," he stuttered.
"I get a cheque right now for ten grand, for services rendered over the last year or so and for getting you out the shit?" I told him.
He had little choice, and returned to me five minutes later with a cheque for ten big ones. "When is the hearing?"
"A week Friday at a hotel in town, it's definitely serious because they do all major disciplinary meetings at them and then fuck you off," he said.
"OK that's good, you book a room in the hotel and I'll provide the pussy," I said, "from now on Alice is finished here," I said draining my beer and calling Alice over.
"Your done here, were going," I told her.
Later that night I told both Fiona and Alice the plan, I explained it was to keep Paul out of jail and I'd been rewarded with ten grand. It didn't matter to them to much I controlled the money anyway.
They didn't seem to happy about it but I told them it was my decision and it was final.
Hearing Day:
Paul had text me on the previous evening and told me that the room was booked under my name at the Ibis hotel near the train-station in town, all I had to do was text him the room number once I'd checked in with my whores. I'd asked Paul to book me an adjacent room so that I could listen and watch on the laptop after placing little cameras around the room.
I dressed my whores in plain dowdy clothes as not to arouse suspicion on the desk when we checked in and we were soon in the lift on the way up to room 408 and 409.
I set small cameras up around 408 whilst Fiona and Alice got showered, shaved their pussies in to neat landing strips and used hair removal on their arseholes. They then dressed in some of the sluttiest lingerie and clothing you could imagine and we waited for the text from Paul.
His hearing was scheduled for 11am and it was a anticipated to last two hours. My phone beeped twenty minutes before 1pm.
'They took my deal, up to your whores to save my arse now, were on our way up,"
I text him back
'They'll look after it don't worry, room 408, they're waiting'
"Show time whores, I'll be next door watching and listening, do me proud," I laughed.
"We will owner," they both said in unison.
Ten minutes later I heard male voices in the corridor, they passed by room sounding jovial and I could here Paul giving it the big one about how he'll look after them, blah blah blah.
Then I heard the door knock next door and turned the laptop towards me. Alice went to the door dresses in stockings, suspender, high heels, a very tight micro skirt with lace crotchless knickers underneath and a half cup bra that just about held her tits but left her nipples obscenely exposed.
Fiona stood towards the back of the room facing the door in pretty much the same outfit but in all white as opposed to Alice's black, they looked fucking drop dead gorgeous. I looked in the camera facing Fiona and smiled at the way she stood, like I'd trained her to do, with her feet never less than eight inches apart.
The ridiculously small micro skirt didn't even come low enough to cover the bottom of her crotchless white lace knickers it was that short. The inviting sight of her meaty cunt lips hanging through the opening stirred my cock as the door was opened.
"Jesus fucking christ Paul," said the first of five men who entered the hotel room. Alice stepped back wards as they entered and the first man took both her nipples and then pushed her half cups down so that her tits dropped free.
He then slapped her arse hard, "Little fucking slag," he said and continued across the room towards Fiona.
Alice was now passed along the line of the last four men as they entered, each mauled her tits and grabbed between her legs without invitation and she was called more degrading names once they found the hole in her knickers.
The first man in had chucked his overcoat off as he approached Fiona, the first thing he did was yank the cups of her bra down so her huge tits dropped and bounced freely, "look at the size of these," he said slapping her left tit right on the nipple causing her to yelp a little.
A second man approached and took her left tit in his hand and mauled it, pinching the heavy flesh before pulling her nipple and twisting it. "Great tits slag," he said.
The first man put his hand between her legs and her intake of breath told me he'd entered her immediately without a hint of foreplay, "Do you want some cock slag?" he said to her, almost spitting in her face he was that close.
Their demeanour and attitude was one of powerful men, hereto take what they wanted from the two sluts provided by Paul. There was no interaction between the men and my whores other than to be called names and asked humiliating questions.
"Yesss," she hissed as the strangers fingers pumped her pussy hole through the well positioned hole in her purposely selected knickers.
"What was that slut, the others couldn't quite hear you?" he asked her.
Fiona knew she was to answer loudly so that all the strangers in the room could hear, and she did that, "Yes, I want some cock!!" she shouted out.
The other three looked round, turning their attention from Alice momentarily to address Fiona ,"Don't worry slut, there is plenty of cock for you today," said one of the men. The other two clarified the fact for her and then turned back to Alice.
Her breasts were out and being manhandled roughly by one stranger to her left, a stranger to her right was unbuttoning his shirt to reveal a hairy chest and tubby stomach before removing his shoes, trousers and boxer shorts to reveal a semi erect but growing cock.
He stepped close and grabbed her wrist and guided her hand to his prick holding her until she'd wrapped her slender fingers around him, "Wank me off," he told her.
The third stranger in front off her had pushed her tiny micro skirt up round her slender waist and told her to open her legs, which she had about ten inches or more. I caught a glimpse of her lips exposed between the hole in her black knickers before the stranger covered it with his hand as he curled his fingers up inside her.
I watched her go up on to her tiptoes as he pushed his fingers up inside her as far as he could. He pulled out two glistening fingers and sucked them clean in front of her, "We've got some finger sweet pussy over here boss," said the stranger to the man that had been fingering Fiona.
"How old are you?" the stranger asked Alice.
"Eighteen," she said.
The three men crowding her just laughed, they were all in their forties I guessed, a couple closer to Fiona in age and three maybe late forties, early fifties. They could've hardly believed their luck when the complaint had come in against Paul and the one they called boss never looked a gift horse in the mouth.
Alice continued wanking one of the men as the other two stripped off beside her, folding their clothes in to neat piles on the dresser before turning back to her with hard dicks swinging in her direction.
One of them pointed at a spot on the floor and Alice knelt, a hard seven inch cock reared up in her face rubbing over her lips and nose before the owner of it angled it down towards her mouth. She opened to accept the cock without protest and soon she was mumbling as her face was fucked.
Her hands were placed on a cock either side to masturbate as her mouth was used like a pussy, the fast throat fucking soon had her gagging and as her mouth was vacated she spat and took on oxygen before her head was turned and a smaller dick filled her mouth.
Paul was by now sat on a chair in the corner, rubbing his own cock through his jeans, he'd been told to stay there by the boss and didn't seem in a hurry to leave. He was looking over towards Fiona who was now in the same position as her daughter on her knees sucking one average piece of meat whilst pumping her fist up and down a mightily impressive thick eight inches.
I could've guessed that the most cocky and confident one in the room that they called boss would have the longest and thickest prick. Big cock, big attitude I thought as he took the place of his mate and stretched Fiona's poor painted lips.
