This is part of a series although each story is complete on its own. The first part in the series is
Making a whore: The Interview
so that would be the best place to start....
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After a light meal of baked fish washed down with a glass of white wine, she made her way to the hotel toilet to freshen up. She had arrived early for this trick as it was booked for just after dinner. The Agency had been very clear about the timing requested for this trick and she was supposed to be in the room before the client. Rather than risk being late, she had decided to show up early and enjoy a nice meal first.
Vivienna was used to odd requests from clients and getting to the hotel room before the client did was hardly to be considered strange. She knew how some clients liked to be welcomed into 'her' room although the room had been paid for by the client themselves.
She supposed that this was no different as she walked up to the lobby and asked if there were any messages for Sandra Chaudary, one of the names that she frequently used. The concierge smiled at the pretty lady before him before he fished out an envelope and handed it to her. Vivienna thanked him and then walked back to the lobby, slowly opening the envelope as she did so. Inside was a keycard with the room number scribbled on a piece of paper. Vivienna made her way to the elevator and up to the room.
She entered and was pleased to see it was a fairly large room. There was a separate lounge with a sofa and TV set and the bedroom was further in on the right. She moved to the sofa and took off her long coat, draping it carefully over the back of the sofa. She was dressed simply in a white cotton blouse and a short black skirt. A black lacy bra, matching panties and smoky stockings completed the look. This outfit, one of her favourites, allowed her to assume many roles. The corporate look; the schoolgirl look or even the party look by pulling up the blouse and tying it just under her tits.
The bedroom door was open and she walked further in to have a look. A lump formed in her throat as she looked through the door. Lying spread eagled on the bed, with a ball gag in the mouth and a blindfold covering the eyes was another woman! Her hands were tied as were her legs. Vivienna wasn't sure what she was supposed to do and her mouth hung open in shock.
She gathered her wits and walked into the bedroom to stare at the woman. The blindfold hid her eyes but there was no mistaking the features. Her heart started to beat extra fast and her stomach lurched as she looked down at the woman. It was her mother! Panic filled her as she looked at her mother lying helpless on the bed. Her mind was spinning with a whirlwind of emotions. She calmed herself down as she realised that her mother was blindfolded as well as gagged. There was no way for her mother to know that she was standing there.
She took the opportunity to feast her eyes on her mother. She was wearing a lace catsuit with openings at her breast and pussy. Her mother's dark black hair fell tantalisingly around her shoulders. Her skin was smooth and her face was fully made up with bright red ruby lips. Vivienna smiled as she realised how pretty her mother was. She moved her eyes to the woman's breasts that were large with thick nipples. Encased in lace, they were a beautiful sight but the years showed as they fell a little sideways on her body. Her mother's stomach was firm with a slight swell and Vivienna could distinguish some small stretch marks. No doubt the effects of carrying her in pregnancy. Her thighs were shapely but again, the years showed with stretch marks and cellulite. Her pussy was trimmed with just a tuft of hair on the mound. Vivienna felt herself licking her lips involuntarily as she stared at her mother and realised how sexy she was. She didn't look very much like her mother though. In fact, she didn't look very much like either parent on their own. She had the best of both of them but didn't look like either of them.
Another thought swept through her mind. Clearly the man that had ordered her services wanted a threesome and her mother would then discover that she was a whore. Suddenly, a light bulb flashed in her head and she was gripped with fear. What if the man that had ordered her services was her father! Oh god, it couldn't be possible. Vivienna considered fleeing the room and she had more or less decided on it when she heard the beeping of the door, signalling that a key card had been entered.
She froze briefly and then made her way out back into the lounge. If it was really her father, she didn't want her mother to hear the conversation she was already dreading. How could she explain this to her parents. She sat on the sofa in the lounge just as the door opened and she looked down at the floor, as if hiding her eyes would mean that her father wouldn't recognise her.
"Wow! You're really something." She heard a voice say. She suddenly cheered up as she realised that she didn't recognise the voice. More than that, the voice had a thick Southern drawl. It wasn't her father after all! But then, what was her mother doing tied up in the bedroom?
Vivienna looked up to see a distinguished looking Caucasian man, in a neatly pressed shirt and black pants. She pouted and smiled lustfully at him.
"You ordered a girl?" She said softly and seductively, sticking out her tongue and rolling them against her lips.
"Indeed! Yes indeed!" He said, smiling and staring at her. "And does 'the girl' have a name?"
"Sandra." She replied, using her fake name. "But you can call me anything you want." Vivienna smiled sexily as she crossed her legs, allowing her short skirt to ride up a little.
The man smiled at her then turned back to the door as if to close it. Vivienna relaxed a little and shifted her body back on the sofa, half lying on it and half sitting. In this position, her breasts stuck upward and she looked very seductive. She closed her eyes for a moment, still wondering how her mother fit into all of this.
"Look what the cat dragged in Ashok." The man said. "Meet Sandra"
Vivienna's eyes flew open at the mention of her father's name. Ashok Kumar walked in behind the Caucasian man and his eyes flamed with shock and then anger as he looked at his daughter posing seductively before him. He gathered his wits faster than Vivienna did though.
"Sandra, huh. Nice name." He growled out. "Where did you find her Larry?"
"The usual agency. I asked for a young one, preferably ethnic." Larry replied. "Never expected them to send someone this fine."
Vivienna couldn't look at her father so she looked at Larry instead. He was quite a handsome man albeit somewhat old and she thought to herself that she would be crawling on her hands and knees to unzip his pants if her father wasn't there, just like well trained whores should do.
Oh what a fine mess she had gotten herself into.
Vivienna stole a glance at her father. His eyes were dark and staring at her. She looked back at Larry and then moved downward to the well pressed pants. Larry obviously had a hard on. She stole another glance at her father, this time looking at his crotch. Her breath caught in her throat as she saw that the swell in her father's pants. He had a massive hard on.
Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God
she thought to herself.
She still couldn't figure out what her mother was doing tied up in the room but she was soon to find out.
"Come on sweetness. Let's go to the room." Larry beckoned her. Vivienna stole another look at her father as she stood up and followed Larry into the bedroom.
"Ya see, what we got ourselves here is a bit of a party." Larry announced with a grin as they walked into the room. "my friend Ashok, here, well we been friends for a long time and he owes me big time for all the favours I done him."
"There's no need to be sharing our secrets now Larry!" Ashok said, somewhat quietly. "Especially not with....with this Whore."
Vivienna felt stung by the tone of her father's voice as he spat out the word whore.
Larry laughed loudly as he came up to hug Vivienna from behind, slowly cupping her breasts.
"Well now," Larry said, staring straight at Ashok and still laughing. "Which whore are we talking about? This sweet young thing? Or the whore on the bed? I'll damn right say anything I want to say Ashok! Anytime and to anybody I want as well. We all know what a whore Rita is!"
Vivienna's head was swimming. Had Larry just called her mother a whore? And why was her father just looking blankly at Larry? Wasn't he going to defend her mother? She wanted to ask some questions but she knew it wasn't her place to ask anything. The agency had trained her well and she was just there to please, not to get her questions answered. In any case, she knew that she would have to face up to her father eventually and probably her mother too. There would be plenty of time for unanswered questions.
She moaned softly as Larry slipped his hand into her shirt and under her bra to tease her nipple. With Larry so close to her now, she could smell cigarettes and whiskey on his clothes. As he fondled her breasts, he turned her mouth and kissed her, snaking his tongue into her mouth. She could now taste the cigarettes and whiskey.
He started to unbutton her blouse and Vivienna stepped away. "Let me," she cooed softly as she pulled her blouse off, exposing her well filled black lacy bra. She stole another glance at her father and noticed that his eyes were riveted on her.
She slowly unzipped her skirt, putting on a bit of a show as she let it fall of her hips and down to the floor. Her black lace panties fit snugly around her well trimmed pussy and she stuck her crotch out seductively at Larry.
"Oh Man, she's one hot slut." Larry said excitedly. He walked up to her and cupped his hand over her panty clad pussy. He squeezed it lightly before pushing his finger under the lacy material to find her damp slit. He worked his finger into her gash, causing her to catch her breath.
"Nice. Hot and Damp, just like I like it." Larry smiled. "But plenty of time for that later." He pulled his finger out and pushed her forward toward the bed. "I want some of this slut first."
