Julie spent the next several hours alternating between sitting in the front room of the apartment with other young ladies and spreading her tanned legs in one of the bedrooms for men to deposit their semen into her pussy. She realized now that her body was not her own anymore. To the extent that it was possible, she seemed to belong to Hall, or this madam, or even to anyone with a couple of hundred dollars in their pockets. As she sat in the room wearing nothing but her bra, thong panties and high heeled shoes, dreading the ring of the doorbell, she resolved to do whatever was necessary to endure the hardships that she had been put through and to regain her independence even at the cost of enduring sexual humiliation. The blonde beauty knew that getting through this ordeal was just another hurdle towards regaining her life.
The young lawyer was astonished at how busy the apartment was. Men of all ages and sizes, mostly well dressed, would quietly slip through the door and after their eyes had adjusted to the low light, scan the line-up of scantily clad beauties before them and make a choice of which young woman to bed.
Much to her dismay, Julie was selected each time she was in a line-up. The other girls were very nice about it, but began to kid Julie that the only time they had a chance to be picked in a line-up was when she was already in a room with a man. It finally began to seem ridiculous to her when two friends entered the apartment together. Julie was among four ladies that were available as the men entered. Julie stood with the other three women as the men feasted their eyes. After introductions, the first man indicated that he wished to see Julie. He offered Julie his left hand and she placed her right in his hand. They turned to follow the madam to the assigned room. As Julie walked away, she heard the other man speak.
"I'll just wait for Jim to finish and then see her, too, if you don't mind," he said. Julie turned in disbelief and looked at the madam.
"Can he do that," she questioned naively.
The man holding her hand laughed aloud as did the madam.
"Honey," she replied, "the customer is king here!" And then she laughed again.
So the young beauty walked down the hall to the small room knowing that a second hard cock awaited her pussy immediately after the first had softened within her.
*****
Gene Jackson left his Manhattan hotel in a bit of a hurry. The burly man fumbled nervously with small bag he carried. Perspiration beaded on his forehead even though the weather was quite cool outside and he had just gotten out of the shower. He felt a bit light headed. The palms of his hands were moist. He understood the risk he was taking. Being exposed would ruin his legal career, but he was driven to try his risky plan.
Jackson was driven more by the large stiffness in his pants than anything else. He had spent the days since Julie's strange phone call from Hall on the phone with the New York madam, convincing her that he was an extremely wealthy investor. Money was no object. He detailed his need for absolute discretion which the woman assured him was never compromised. He wondered whether she would be able to satisfy his tastes. She assured him that she would try. What were his preferences, she queried him. He responded that he enjoyed blonde All-American type ladies who had not been jaded by long periods in the business. The madam laughed. So you like fresh meat, she responded.
Still he was elusive. After several lengthy conversations, he finally very subtly mentioned Hall. The madam's demeanor changed completely and not only did Jackson find that her guard came down, but she almost assured Jackson that she could accommodate him in any way. Jackson was concerned about mentioning Hall, but believed correctly that the madam would respond as she did.
Now Jackson was putting his plan into action. As the taxicab wound its way toward the apartment, the lawyer wondered if he had gone too far. He looked at his watch and knew that he would find the answer to that worry in about twenty minutes.
*****
Julie was on her knees and elbows on the bed facing the headboard of the plush bed. Her knees were spread, her ass was in the air, and an Asian man held on to her hips as he drove his hard cock in and out of her wet slit. The slender man was on his knees as well, but upright behind the young woman.
Julie's head was lying on a pillow and she gazed, open mouthed, at the large mirror on the dresser facing the bed. It was almost an out-of-body experience for Julie. The reflection in the mirror plainly showed the beautiful blonde's pussy being fucked by a skinny, strange man with black plastic glasses and straight black hair. His thin arms and legs were tensed and his face was twisted in perverse sexual pleasure as he pumped his stiff little tool into the tanned American blonde's lush love hole.
Her mind and body was overcome with shame and arousal. Julie's loving husband had fucked her in this position many times during their marriage. After he would explode in orgasm and collapse by her side in bed, he would tell her how erotic he found the position. She thought of how he said it was hard to keep from climaxing too quickly while he watched himself fucking her from behind. Consequently, she also found it an arousing position. But instead of her husband, she was being taken by a man whose words she didn't understand and who's short, pencil-thin tool left her shamefully wishing for a larger, thicker cock. Why did her body betray her she wondered?
*****
Jackson made a last minute call to the Manhattan madam to assure that all was set. The gravelly voice of the madam let him know that it was.
*****
The Asian man had stiffened, grunted loudly, climaxed, dressed and left quickly. Julie, however unsatisfied sexually, had finished with her shower, applied her make-up and put her bra and thong back on. Just as she was bending over to put on her high heels, there was a knock on the bathroom door and the madam entered.
"Is everything okay?" Julie asked the woman.
"Of course it is, baby," the woman replied. "You are doing so good, baby. I'm proud of you."
Julie thought that it was odd for the woman to have this conversation with her, but didn't say anything. Instead, she tried to force a smile. "Thank you," she replied softly, realizing that she was being complimented on being a good whore.
"I'm going to tell Mr. Hall that you were wonderful."
"I appreciate that," the young blonde said.
"You know that he is a very powerful man, don't you?"
Julie nodded.
"So are his friends," the madam continued. "They have a big need for secrecy and insist on it. One of these men is coming in to see you in a few minutes. We will have to take a few precautions for him and set some rules for you. These will be very, very strict rules. Your very future will depend on this."
