It was eight weeks since Brenda had met with her first customer Joe. In a weird way she had accepted and adjusted her life to her new role. All of her customers had been pleasant, although sexually demanding, but none had interested her, as her first experience had, with Joe had.
She may have been less than contented, if she had known, that Monica had a lucrative business in selling CD's to, various porno companies showing her girls getting themselves fucked. The masks, and wigs, worn by her employees meant there was never a chance of having their identity revealed.
Brenda from the start had proved popular with those companies and every copy produced quickly became a best seller, making Monica a very happy woman and, adding capital to her bank account.
Over several years Monica had added to her employees but her most trusted employee was Rosie. Rosie basically ran the buildings where the girls worked. She kept the rooms immaculately, clean and tidy, and dealt with everything, including all, property routine maintenance matters.
Rosie knew when things needed, freshening up or refurbished, and would advise Monica with her thoughts. Monica totally relied upon Rosie expertises and never failed to accept her professional plans and ideas. Rosie was also an astute negotiator when it came to dealing with all her contractors.
Rosie had been taking a forward looking view of where the business was going and had decided that additional rooms were required. She knew Monica, would probably add several more ladies to the company's financial income, and future success. The four rooms, currently being used, could easily be increased to six, if the other two sealed off rooms were redecorated and refurbished.
Monica, who rarely visited the main building, readily agreed. Monica, by leaving all the organisation of contractors etc to Rosie meant, having given Rosie the go ahead, she never interfered, or took any interest, in how, or when, the jobs were completed. Monica's, management style, was to prove her undoing, and, would result in her having to manage a major challenge.
Rosie never used local contractor. She had, over several years, established a list of trusted builders, painters, decorators, and electricians etc who worked mainly, in the Midlands. If jobs required more than a day to complete the contractor's staff were able to stay in, free of charge, the unused rooms.
Rosie, knowing the contractor employed not only, fit young men, but men who were away from wives and girl friends. Knowing the men's circumstances and, their natural manly carnal desires, she would often arrange for a lady she knew was available, to pop in and, provide them with sexual relief.
The two additional rooms, currently not being used were entered from a rear staircase. A wall had been constructed in the single corridor separating those last two rooms. Rosie had given out contracts to first, decorate those rooms, followed by the removal of the partitioning wall.
The contractors carrying out the first stage of the required work were given access keys to the back staircase door. Rosie knew the two men, carrying out the decorating, would have been well briefed by the company boss, who she knew well. Rosie would always ring their boss if ever she needed to contact the men on site but, only if she required any additional work to be undertaken.
When last speaking to the boss Rosie had told him that she may be able to provide, on one of the afternoons, a lady who would give the boys some pleasure and entertainment. He, in turn, had informed his two staff, not to expect anything, but they may be visited by a lady, for their pleasure.
It was a Thursday afternoon and Monica had been to lunch with several ladies from one of her charity groups. She liked these groups as they often attracted, well meaning but, vulnerable women. She was an expert when talking to, and watching, body language of possible women to add to her employees.
This lunch had been most rewarding. Monica had sat next to Mary Edmonds a 38 year old Primary School Teacher who also held bible classes at the local church. Mary was a rather shy woman but, after the second and, midway through the third glass of wine, Monica had encouraged Mary to open up on her personal life.
Mary was married to Jeff but after 16 years of marriage, and no children, they had both lost a lot of interest in each other. She loved her life at, the school and the church, and these activities made up for the decline in her marriage. Monica listened intently to all what Mary had to say and concluded that Mary would make an excellent addition to her business interests. She was mature, with a very attractive body, ample breasts, nice smile, just right for the company business image.
They exchanged personal contact details and agreed to meet again soon. Monica then escorted Mary to her parked car but quickly realised Mary was in no state to drive herself, to her home. Monica called for a cab and they continued to chat while they waited for it to arrive. As it arrived, and Mary was getting into the cab, Monica kissed her gently on the cheek.
Mary said with a gorgeous, beaming smile, "Monica thank you for being so kind to me today, we must meet again soon."
"Yes my dear, we must, I will be in touch," Monica replied enthusiastically.
It was 3pm and Monica was walking to her own parked car. As she walked she realised she should have used the toilet, before leaving the restaurant as now, she was desperately in need, to pee.
She would be unable to reach home and needed, urgently, to relief herself. She was only a road away from the building where her girls worked. Thinking quickly, and also having a master key to the rear alleyway door and the rear rooms, her mind told her to use the toilet in one of those rooms.
Strange, how coincidence can sometimes, happen at the same time. Rosie's mind was tied up with family problems involving her two sisters. One of them was going through a messy divorce, and the other had been diagnosed with a life threatening illness. These testing problems were uppermost in her mind and organising a lady for the contractors had been totally forgotten about.
Monica also, by not keeping accurate detail of when Rosie was employing contractors, naturally assumed the back two rooms would be free for her private use without disturbance. She had previously, on the odd occasion, used the rooms for various, personal reasons, and as she entered the room, numbered five, gave not the slightest thought that there would be anyone there.
As she closed the outer door behind her she instinctively locked it, and proceeded in to the toilet. These two rooms were larger than the other four. They had a separate bedroom and lounge but were also fully furnished. As she passed through the lounge into the bathroom, she lifted her dress, lowered her knickers and, sitting down, relieved herself.
Trent and Ambrose were working in the bedroom. "What was that noise Trent, it sounded like the front door? I know noises can play tricks but go and have a look, just in case," Ambrose said continuing to hang another sheet of wallpaper. Then he heard Trent saying, "Well, well, what do we have here. Come and have a look Ambrose, the icing on the cake has arrived."
Monica was, stunned and shocked, with firstly one then two young black men looking at her sitting on the toilet. "What are you doing here?" she asked, with growing concern.
Ambrose ignored Monica's question and speaking to Trent said, "You know buddy I think it's our lucky day and this is our bonus, for hard work and, a job well done."
Monica initially thought, "This is wrong, I will scream, or I will call the police," but she knew the last thing she wanted was for her house, that raised so much revenue, to be exposed with a visit by the police. She just needed to talk her way out of this situation, in a cool and, calm way.
She looked around and said, "You have been busy and what an excellent job. Look I will have a word with the landlord, and arrange for you to receive a large financial bonus payment, for your work."
While she was speaking, she was aware that both men were looking at her with a, "This is our lucky day," grin on their faces.
"Now, I must go, but be assured that extra money will be with you, first thing in the morning." Monica managed only one step towards the door when the man named Trent blocked her and said, "Darling we get well paid for what we do but, it's not too often such a nice looking skirt comes our way, so don't be in such a hurry."
One of the men, pointing to the other said "I am Trent and this is my buddy Ambrose and we want to get to know you a little better, right Ambrose?" he questioned. "So what's your name? We like to know the name of the woman we are about to have some fun with, right Ambrose?"
"Trent, old mate, you are just so right. We have plenty of time so what I suggest we do first is we all strip off, and have a shower together. We can then relax and have some fun before we get down to the real pleasure of fucking," Ambrose suggested. "So lovely lady what was your name?"
As soon as she had heard the word, fucking, Monica froze, realising there was nothing she could do, and nowhere she could go, to escape these men. Her mind told her, like her girls were told, to use another name, so she replied, "Ann."
"Ann, well that's a nice name. When you got out of your bed this morning Ann, I bet you didn't think you would be getting in to another bed, quite so early in the day, especially with two black boys ah?" Ambrose said, as he started to remove his clothes. "Come on Ann, let the, Rabbit see the Hare, but perhaps in your case, let the black boys see the Beaver in the Bush, come on Ann, are you going to take these clothes off," touching Monica's sleeve, " or do you want me and Trent to help you?"
A mass of thoughts flashed through Monica's mind. She had watched so many tapes, over several years, recording her girls having sex, giving blow jobs or receiving anal sex. While she watched those tapes she had enjoyed her own fantasies but now she was in a position where fantasy was going to become reality.
