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Supply and Demand

By Orestes

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***

   It was all about supply and demand. That was the reason I quit my 
too-comfortable-to-ever-leave job after investing five years into it.

   I worked as a concierge in an upscale hotel. Most girls would cream 
themselves for a job like this one. It was respectable. I wore nice clothes. 
I drove a beautiful car, provided by the hotel of course. My life was 
basically one big shopping trip, and my only major job requirements were to 
look pretty for the guests, and to be able to find cocaine on short notice. 
It couldn't be easier.

   That was the whole problem. There were dozens of girls who would have 
taken my job in a heartbeat, and the management of the hotel never let me 
forget it.

   Need some time off ? Maybe after this coming trade convention.

   You want a raise ? Forget it. Instead, here's a free pass to a local 
fitness club. Keep your ass cute for the guests, Brenda.

   Maybe I should have counted my blessings. I could begin my day with a 
complimentary massage, and then take a dip in the pool if I wanted. I could 
take my time in front of the mirror, co-ordinating outfits that were bought 
on the hotel credit card. I could apply make-up meticulously, making myself 
into the picture of style and class.

   But, I still wore a cell phone leash that kept me tethered to the 
penthouse suite of the hotel. In the end, I was just a pretty errand girl, 
and I was still just picking up dry-cleaning for a living.

   Don't get me wrong. I was damned good at it. Whatever I do, I take pride 
in my professionalism. I would make sure that our guests got tables at the 
best restaurants, that they got the impossible seats at the hockey game, and 
that their wives were occupied at the spa while they entertained their 
mistresses.

   As good as I was, that didn't change the economics of the situation. 
There was an excess supply of people who were willing to do my job, and 
there was a new crop of them every year coming out of the hospitality 
programs of the local colleges. That put me at the mercy of the free market, 
and there was nothing I could do about it.

   Supply and demand. The 'invisible hand' was always ready to smack me up 
side the head.

   The answer was nearby the whole time. For years, I had been procuring 
prostitutes for my guests. Sometimes, I had even considered the economics of 
their job for myself. The demand was almost limitless. The supply was 
limited by the natural aversion of young women to becoming whores.

   Some of these girls were making my weekly income in an evening.

   But the fact is, they were still whores. No matter how much money they 
came home with, they were still just meaningless little playthings for these 
influential men. They still had to take it in the ass like a good little 
girl, and then suck the guy clean.

   So I didn't think it much of an option. There were just too many risks.

   Then came a little plot twist in my life. You see, these guys had varying 
tastes. Some wanted exotic flavour, like a Pakistani girl, or perhaps a mock 
Geisha. Some of these guys wanted a young thing off the streets, and I would 
do the cruising in the hotel car. And when they asked for a bondage session, 
I called in Corrine.

   Lady Corrine, actually. Or mistress. Or whatever other fucking silly name 
she had these guys saying.

   When she called me in that time, I was just a prop, really.

   Dr. Oliver was the head of a pharmaceutical company that had just gone 
public. His personal net worth had been instantly catapulted into the 
hundreds of millions of dollars. He could definitely afford the price tag on 
a little experimentation with a dominatrix. I'd never had a complaint about 
Corrine, so I called her for an evening session.

   I was a little surprised when I was paged up to his suite.

   " Come on in, Brenda, " invited the female voice I knew from the phone. 
It's funny, but I guess I'd never even met Corrine in person.

   I wasn't too shocked by her fitted leather outfit. That's what I hired 
her for, after all. I was a little surprised by the way she looked, though. 
Corrine was not a young woman, nor was she particularly attractive. She just 
seemed incredibly stern and commanding.

   My attention was soon distracted, though. The billionaire doctor was on 
his knees, whimpering with arousal. His engorged cock bobbed lewdly in front 
of him. Secured around his head was the strap for the black rubber cock that 
filled his mouth and throat. Red markings were everywhere on the man's body. 
The instrument of Corrine's punishment was a short leather whip that dangled 
at her side.

   " The sissy little doctor told me he has quite a crush on you, Brenda. He 
resisted for a while, but eventually, he gave me his secrets. He was even 
considering asking you out for a date tomorrow evening. But you would have 
turned him down, wouldn't you ?"

   I nodded without thinking.

   She probably could have asked anything. In truth, she was right. Not that 
he was an unattractive man, but I always turned down the advances of our 
guests. I just didn't want to become another one of the pathetic mistresses 
that these guys string along. They became so addicted to the lifestyle, they 
forget how easily they can be replaced.

   There's that old supply and demand thing popping up to ruin things again. 
Money is nothing to these guys. They'll buy the jewellery that it takes to 
keep their girls happy. They'll buy the drugs to help keep their torrid 
little sessions exciting. And just when these girls think they've got it 
all, the prick finds some girl in a silly hat behind the counter of a donut 
shop, and she's dumped.

   Or maybe she's traded to another guy. There's a whole sorority of these 
disposable women floating through the bedrooms of the Fortune 500. They 
probably think it's a pretty good life, but there isn't much in the way of 
retirement benefits. So in my books, flirting is okay, but dating these guys 
was definitely a bad idea.

   " Of course she wouldn't date a pathetic little sissy like you, " Corrine 
continued, circling her slave now. "Brenda's a smart, classy girl. She's way 
out of your league. "

   His face was red, and his eyes were on the floor. I couldn't believe he 
was enjoying this kind of verbal abuse. His hands stayed behind his back, 
but they weren't tied there. His submission to this was completely 
voluntary. Corrine addressed me now.

    " You should have seen this pathetic little whore a few minutes ago, 
Brenda. I had him fucking his own ass with a champagne bottle. Can you 
imagine anything more ridiculous ? Now I've called you up here to see him 
beg for his orgasm. I told him that if he was a good little slut, I might 
let him cum on your feet, and then lick up the mess. "

   What can I say ? I was mesmerized by the scene.

   I watched while she played him like a musical instrument, plucking at his 
submissive arousal to a near climax, and then pulling him back. She taunted 
him mercilessly, and commanded him to do the most degrading things. He 
begged with his body. Whimpered. Shook.

   It wasn't until she finally allowed him to masturbate onto my feet, and 
he began to lick up his sperm apologetically, that it occurred to me that 
Corrine hadn't even allowed him to touch her body. She hadn't needed to show 
him her breasts, or rent out her pussy. She had been in complete control of 
the whole transaction.

   That's how I found my new place in the economy.

   It's such a lucrative niche market that I'm surprised more women aren't 
ready to fill it. Everything in my experience has taught me a lesson about 
wealthy men. If you treat these guys like the gods they think they are, 
they'll use you up and throw you away. Now that I had seen Corrine in 
action, I knew the other part of the equation. If you treat these guys like 
dirt, they'll beg for your attention.

   I'm not going to tell you that the transition was easy. I could tell you 
about the first times I practiced my methods on various throw-away 
boyfriends. It took me a while to get them to obey me. It took me even 
longer to be confident enough to try it professionally.

   By the time I made the transition, there was no doubt in my mind, really, 
that I would succeed. Much like the smart, confident men and women who made 
up the executive ranks I was accustomed to dealing with, my strength was in 
my focus.

   To tell the truth, I didn't much care why the recipe worked. An 
evolutionary quirk maybe. Perhaps it was all cultural. I didn't give any 
thought to why people enjoyed the kind of pain and humiliation I was 
learning to apply so expertly. All that mattered to me was that it worked.

   Maybe I should have given it more thought.

   As it was, I focused on the right outfits to wear, and the right tone of 
voice to use. I made mental notes of every transaction, remembering how each 
action affected my client. It was the same approach I had used to perfect my 
techniques in my previous occupation, only this time, I was completely in 
control. It felt really good.

   There was one moment in particular that really made me realize how much I 
enjoyed my new status in life.

   George Grey was just another junior executive. With my previous 
connections in the hospitality industry, I soon found my time was at a 
premium. George had been waiting his turn for a month, after hearing about 
me from a friend.

   In my previous lifestyle, he was the kind of guy who would have tempted 
me to rethink my position on dating clients. He was around my age, cute, and 
a bit on the shy side.

   I had to be firm with George to get him out of his clothes. He had a 
smooth, athletic body that I admired while he crawled the floor for me. I 
reminded him how pretty he looked with the pink collar and leash hooked 
around his neck. He blushed like a schoolgirl.

   " Did the other boys make fun of your little cock when you were in 
school, Georgie, or did you avoid the showers altogether ?"

   The little thing was bobbing rigidly between his legs as he crawled for 
me. I barely gave him enough time to let my insult sink in.

   " Answer me, you little sissy," I swatted his ass with my free hand. " I 
want to know if the other boys teased you about your tiny prick. "

   " No... I mean, no one really noticed. "

   " Well, it's hardly worth noticing. Roll over for me, I want a better 
view. "

   He took his commands well. He rolled onto his back, with the pink leash 
still around his neck, and spread his legs for me. He had a beautiful body, 
but I could see already by his reaction that I'd found a weakness to 
exploit.

   " Come on, Georgie, let's see you jerk-off for me a bit. Get it hard so 
that I can see it better... that's right... play with yourself like a good 
boy. "

   He followed my humiliating commands. I stood above his head and allowed 
him a bit of a view up my skirt, just to reinforce my position of authority 
over him.

   " Is that the whole thing, Georgie. Why, you're barely a man at all. I 
think those are actually girl parts, don't you ? What kind of company could 
possibly hire a sissy like you ?"

   I was two steps ahead of the game. George was really enjoying the feeling 
of being teased by a girl. I could see it in his reaction. He had probably 
fantasized about this for a long time. Today, I would delay his 
gratification, and learn all of his dirty little fantasies.

   " I work for a brokerage, " he answered me.

   His answer wasn't really important. I already knew what direction I would 
go in our future sessions. Step by step, I would break his barriers. Soon 
enough, his body would be completely hairless, and he would be wearing 
perfume and lacy panties for my amusement. I would teach him to be my pet 
sissy.

   In the end, I knew he would be squealing like a girl while I fucked him 
with a strap-on dildo.

   But we had a while to get there. It was all about the anticipation for 
him. In the meantime, I wanted to lay the foundations.

   " What do they pay a sissy little jerk-off like you at the brokerage, 
Georgie ?"

   It was just an off-hand question. I didn't expect the answer to affect me 
the way it did.

   " About a hundred and twenty-five grand. "

   A moment later, the realization hit me. I had been so focused on my work, 
I hadn't really stopped to consider it until now. I was making more money 
than George. If business kept up this way, I would easily pass his total 
income this year.

   The taste of success was hot on my tongue.

   I had been looking at these guys as my measure of success for so long, I 
had never even considered that I might have surpassed any of them. My body 
lit up with excitement. I was barely able to keep myself under control.

   " Stop playing with yourself, sissy girl. Get on your knees, and stick up 
your ass. I still have a lot of work to do on you today. "

   And I was really in the mood for it now. I unhooked my little whip from 
my side, and teased the crack of his ass with the leather. Yes, he would 
take a lot of punishment today, and I already decided to indulge myself in 
the pleasures of his tongue before the day was over.

   Of course, I'd make him pay extra for the privilege of worshipping my 
pussy. God, I loved this job.

*****

   A little taste of success wasn't quite enough.

   I followed the economics of the situation. Early on, it became apparent 
that I could never meet the demand for my services. Even at my extremely 
high session fee, I had referrals calling every day.

   What else could I do ? I hired more girls.

   Corrine was the first. She was a little old for the business, and I had 
really cut into her customer base, so I sort of felt responsible for her.

   That was my first mistake. It was a sympathy hire. I was soon to learn 
that it had been much easier to make myself into the perfect fantasy for 
these submissive men than it would be to train other girls to do the same.

   I mean, the reason that I had taken many of Corrine's clients from her in 
the first place was that I was simple better than her. I was more 
attractive. I was more driven. I worked hard every day.

   Corrine wasn't my only bad hire. Darcie was a good looking girl, and had 
some sex trade experience as an escort, but she lacked knowledge of how to 
really humiliate and abuse the kinds of submissive men I catered to. She was 
a nice bit of eye candy, but I felt like I had to hold her hand all the 
time.

   Ivy was another questionable addition to my stable. She was really good 
at inflicting pain. The problem was that she didn't understand the art of 
building anticipation. She went directly to the extreme forms of punishment, 
skipping all of the intermediate sessions that kept my clients eager to book 
their next appointment. Only the true fan of physical pain requested Ivy for 
a second session.

   It was a tough transition. The addition of the other girls increased my 
income substantially, but I also spent a lot more time trying to get them to 
work up to my standards. On several occasions, I would hand over one of my 
regulars to another one of the girls, and then lose his business after a 
couple of sessions. Overall, the business was doing well, but I still wished 
that I could have at least one other girl who I could really trust to help 
build the client base.

   Aside from those concerns, I was beginning to enjoy the fringe benefits 
of my newly found wealth.

   All of the luxuries I had taken pride in providing my guests at the hotel 
were now mine to enjoy. It was no trouble for me to get invitations to the 
best parties. It gave me a perverse pleasure to see some of my more 
submissive clients in this kind of setting. They acted like kings of the 
world, comparing stock portfolios and showing off their latest girlfriends.

   I enjoyed the curious attention all of the women paid me. They would 
bring me drinks, and share their drugs, and press me for information about 
why all the men seemed afraid of me. In the end, it didn't matter. I wasn't 
going to tell them anything, so we just drank, and laughed, and got wasted 
on whatever chemical supplement was handy. God, those were good times.

   Somehow, I always found my way home afterwards, to my apartment just a 
floor above the apartments I kept the girls in. One such morning, I awoke 
with a pleasant surprise in my bed.

   " Good morning, Tia, " I nudged the girl, trying to free my leg from 
beneath her. We had known each other a while. She must have hooked up with a 
wealthy guy when she was pretty young, because at just over twenty years 
old, she was a veteran of the social scene.

   She was an expensive one, too. Tia was an exquisite looking black girl, 
with short hair, and a model's body.

   " Oh, hi Brenda, " she tried to orient herself to the surroundings. An 
endearing smile approached her lips. "I never thought I'd wake up in your 
bed. "

   We'd both been so high the last evening, I'm surprised either one of us 
ended up here.

   " Did you need a ride uptown ?" I offered.

   " No, I'm between guys right now. Do you mind if I catch a little more 
sleep before I take off ?"

   " Sure. Stay as long as you want. "

   It was an offer that I didn't regret, even though it lasted much longer 
than I intended. After working with a few clients downstairs, I returned to 
find her still napping in my bed. We ordered Thai food that night, and 
shared a nice bottle of champagne.

   I can't really describe the feelings I had when Tia crawled into bed with 
me again that night. I guess I already knew that she would be staying, and 
maybe for a long time. I mean, that's her role in life. She's a pleasant 
companion for the wealthy. She enjoys the expensive lifestyle, and doesn't 
mind being a kept woman to get what she wants.

   In truth, I don't know what I liked more; the pleasure her company, or 
the fact that it showed how successful I had become.

   She was a luxury. She was a guilty pleasure that I could now afford.

   On the days that I wasn't working, I took her places. Sometimes it would 
be shopping. Really, what's the use of having money if you aren't going to 
spend it ? Tia was very good at helping me spend it. On those days, we were 
like a couple of teenaged girls with a limitless credit card.

   I would take her out to expensive restaurants. It was another reason I 
liked having her. It's no fun going to the most prestigious restaurants 
without a date. I certainly wasn't going to date any of my clients. In Tia, 
I bought a permanent companion. She always looked good, and smelled 
delicious, and hung off my arm like I was the most important person on 
earth. Entering with a girl like Tia on your arm was a real status symbol. I 
loved the way that the other executives would look at us. I'm betting we 
spawned a few naughty fantasies.

   The funny thing is, sex wasn't really a part of our relationship.

   At night, I liked to dress her in a cute little set of silk pyjamas. I 
loved the smell of the perfume I always bought for her. She took on the 
fragrance of rose petals for me.

   God, I loved that exquisite scent on her body. Any time I caught a taste 
of it in the air around her, it reminded me that she was mine.

    I loved the warmth of her body as she nuzzled up to me in bed. Sweet Tia 
would kiss the back of my neck and whisper that she loved me. Then I would 
fall into a comfortable sleep, with the scent of rose petals still fresh in 
my nose.

   Despite the way it appeared in public, I just wasn't a lesbian. I worked 
off all of my sexual energy while I worked. Tia and I would trade kisses in 
public, and I would sometimes enjoy a late night massage from her, but we 
didn't really explore much beyond that.

   All in all, I was really enjoying my new role in life. I was now living 
the lifestyle of those men I used to envy, and I had Tia to prove it.

*****

   Back to the mundane details of life. Part of my success had always been 
my attention to detail. In this, I wouldn't change. In the daytime, when I 
had no clients booked, I took care of the shopping. They were ordinary, 
every day items, and no one would guess how I would be using them. There 
were candles, to drip hot wax on my slaves. There was shaving cream and 
razors, baby powder, clothes pegs, cute little panties, and, of course, 
blank video cassettes, for those who wanted a souvenir.

   They were ordinary item, on an ordinary day, as I strolled down the 
exquisitely planogrammed aisles of the local department store, when I first 
set eyes on the most extraordinary creature.

   " Are you callin' me a liar ?" Her voice cut purposely through the calm 
of the retail music.

   " No, ma'am, I'm not. I'm just saying that we need something to show that 
this went through our registers."

   So far, the clerk at the returns desk was maintaining her composure, but 
even from two aisles away, I could see that it was a mismatch.

   " What you're saying is that I took this stupid $29.99 blouse from your 
sales floor, and now I'm trying to get money for it. That's what you're 
saying. Goddamn... really, do I look like I really need to be stealing crap 
from your store ?"

   I was watching now. I wasn't even pretending not to. There were other 
customers too, all drawn by the demanding voice of this white trash customer 
at the returns desk. The clerk looked around self-consciously, knowing that 
there was no way to answer the question without causing more trouble.

   " No, I mean, it's just policy ma'am. "

   " Bullshit. You're saying it's policy to argue with a customer over a 
lousy thirty bucks ? Hell, both of us know that your supervisor would have a 
heart attack if he knew you were accusing a customer of theft over a stupid 
blouse. I already told you, I lost the fucking receipt. How big a deal are 
you going to make out of this?"

   The clerk hid behind her apologetic demeanour, trying not to let the 
redness in her cheeks betray her. She was itching to fight back, but she 
didn't dare. The female customer was looking for further confrontation. She 
would enjoy it.

   God, it was like watching the school yard bully picking on a cripple. I 
felt guilty for watching, but I was transfixed nonetheless.

   " I'll tell you what... I could probably give you a merchandise 
credit..."

   " Enough of this shit. Get me your supervisor, " the customer demanded, 
not satisfied with the offer.

   " My supervisor is the one who insists that we get receipts. She won't 
authorize cash back. " There was just the hint of a gloat in the clerk's 
voice. It was all the customer needed.

   " You know what... unless you change your bitchy little attitude right 
now, you're going to regret it. We both know how this works. I'm going to 
talk to your boss. Then I'll talk to her boss. And then I'll talk to your 
head office. At some point, my phone call will reach the desk of some prick 
who makes a ridiculous salary, and he'll be pissed off that he's even 
wasting his time talking about thirty bucks. "

   The clerks face went a deeper shade of red, knowing that what the woman 
was saying was true. The false-blonde customer continued with her threat.

   " And you know exactly how it'll end. I'll be right back here at this 
counter, getting my cash back, and a gift certificate, and you'll be kissing 
my ass while your boss looks over your shoulder."

   I don't know if everyone else watching was aware of the subtle reactions 
of the clerk. Her body language said it all. I'd seen it a hundreds of times 
with my own clients. I could see the humiliation in her very posture as she 
stood there, trapped in the gaze of the dominant customer.

   " Are you a good ass kisser... " the customer paused to read her name 
tag, " ...Maggie ? ...'cause by that time, I'm really going to be in the 
mood for it. "

   Magnificent. The whole scene left me breathless.

   In the painful moment that the clerk took to back down fully, and give 
this woman what she wanted, I had already decided to offer the trashy blonde 
customer a job. She was a natural.

   " Could I get your name please ma'am ?" The clerk was almost afraid to 
ask.

   " Andrea White. Do you need me to spell it real slow for you ?"

   Yes. I had to have her.

   Truthfully, I had some second thoughts after inviting her to lunch. 
Andrea was just too crude. I wasn't sure my clients would accept her.

   Let's face it, there's a huge cultural difference between the Fortune 500 
and the trailer park set. Andrea belonged firmly in the latter. She was a 
thin woman with dark roots showing through her blonde-from-a-bottle hair, 
and too much lipstick by half. She wore stretch pants and a halter top. A 
greenish tattoo peaked up through her cleavage.

   Here, in a mall fast food restaurant, she seemed in her element. She eyed 
me suspiciously from across table, blowing a trail of smoke over her french 
fries.

   " You wanted to talk to me about a job ?" She seemed amused. "I mean, no 
offence lady, but I'm not going to sign up for any of that Amway crap or 
nothing. The only reason I'm listening to your pitch is that you're buying 
lunch. "

   I didn't blame her for being wary, and it wasn't like I had a business 
card to hand her.

   " I'm not sure how to explain this...I, um..."

   The way she looked at me made me feel like I was a complete moron. What 
was it about this girl that made me so nervous ? It was probably the same 
thing that had tripped up the store clerk. Andrea seemed to have complete 
disregard for anything but herself.

   " ... let me put it this way... I think that if you let me help you, we 
can make a lot of money together. "

   " I do okay already. "

   We had two different measures of success, that was for sure. She was 
content to scam the store for thirty bucks. Now she'd promptly spend it on a 
cab ride home and a case of beer, I suspected.

   " Somehow, I think we can do a little better. "

*****

   Finally, I had someone in the downstairs apartments who could match my 
skills. Right from the start, Andrea *got* it. She didn't work too hard to 
please the clients, like poor empty-headed Darcie. She didn't jump straight 
to physical torture, like Ivy was apt to do. And unlike Corrine, she had no 
problems attracting new clients.

   When I passed a client on in Andrea's direction, I had no worries about 
whether he would re-book.

   Don't get me wrong. It took her a little while to learn the techniques. I 
tutored her on some of my most loyal clients, and I was surprised by their 
reactions to her. Despite her obviously low-class origins, or perhaps 
because of them, the guys seemed really eager to please her and accept 
humiliation at her hands.

   She loved every minute of it.

   " Jesus... if I had've know that guys went for this kind of shit, I'd 
never have had to put out for any of my low-life landlords just 'cause I was 
short of rent money. "

   She went on to earn more in her first week than she had managed to bilk 
from Wal-Mart and Target in the last year. In the following weeks, she only 
got better. The guys lapped up her brand of verbal and physical abuse.

   So I let my guard down a bit. I guess I was surprised by how quickly she 
began to eclipse me.

   I really should have known better than to have expected professionalism 
from Andrea. About a month after I hired her, I began to hear rumours from 
the other girls. No customers complained, mind you, but I was concerned 
nonetheless.

   The first complaint was about drug use. That was always a touchy topic. 
Some of the guys liked to take a little cocaine before our sessions. Within 
limits, I allowed it. It was just a fact of life amongst the wealthy 
clientele we served.

   Andrea had crossed the line on this one. Not only was she allowing drug 
use, but she was taking the drugs herself. On a couple of occasions, she had 
even approached the other girls about securing a supplier so that we could 
sell drugs ourselves.

   Another line she had crossed was on setting herself limits with the 
clients. She got carried away. She inflicted too severe punishments. She 
flirted with asphyxiation. She played games with water sports. I heard that 
she had even ordered one of her female clients to undergo cosmetic surgery.

   I mean, hell. You've got to set limits.

   She was just too narcissistic. Far from being thankful for her new 
apartment and source of income, Andrea was always complaining, sometimes 
directly to me, and sometimes behind my back. She wanted a bigger cut of the 
profits. She wanted me to cover more of her expenses, like the massive room 
service bill she had racked up.

   Many of the expenses were for alcohol she had ordered when she invited 
over her trailer park friends. I wasn't too thrilled about the idea of her 
white trash buddies hanging around the apartments, and was appalled when I 
heard the rumour that she had included one of her girlfriends in a session 
with a regular client.

   Fuck. She just couldn't be trusted.

   It came to a head on the day that I went out to my accountant's office 
for an appointment, and returned to find my suite empty. It wasn't like Tia 
to just leave without asking for money.

   I checked the downstairs apartment to see if she was visiting one of the 
girls. I found her in Andrea's apartment, giving the new dominatrix a foot 
rub while they passed a joint back and forth between them. I don't know why 
that should have pissed me off so badly. I always knew that Tia liked to do 
drugs every now and again.

   I guess it was just the intimacy of the scene that bothered me. Andrea 
smiled casually at me while she enjoyed the foot rub. Tia giggle dumbly and 
offered me a hit.

   At that moment, I decided to lay down the law. I called a meeting with 
all of the girls for the following night.

   " I've been hearing some rumours lately, and I wanted to set some things 
to rest. I want to be clear: these are *my* clients, this is *my* business, 
and you're going to have to follow *my* rules if you want to stay here. I'm 
not here to be your maid, or your chauffeur, or your personal shopper. I'm 
here to run a business."

   I tried to ignore how lamely managerial all of this sounded. It reminded 
me of the meetings my boss at the hotel had given every few months to shake 
up the kitchen staff.

   " I don't want to hear anything about you girls using drugs with the 
clients. Do you have any idea how dangerous that is ? We don't need any 
extra scrutiny from the police. We have to be really careful. That means we 
cut out any activities that put us at risk. Our clients shouldn't be going 
home with anything more severe than a little bruising. If anyone has 
questions about how to accomplish this, ask Ivy. She's an expert at pain, 
and she does it without having to keep the first-aid kit handy. "

   I focused my attention now on Andrea.

   " I've heard that you included one of your friends in a session recently. 
Is that right ?"

   I expected her to lie, but instead she shrugged. " Yeah. "

   " Jesus, Andrea... this isn't show-and-tell. Why on earth would you want 
to have your friend there ?"

   " Aside from the fact that it was fun..." she began, still not 
intimidated by my lecture, "... the client offered me extra money to have a 
helper in the room. "

   " That's not good enough. If a client requests another girl, you can have 
Darcie or one of the other girls help you out for the session. Any of us 
would be glad to help. The two of you can split the commission. Under no 
circumstances are you to bring in another girl without my permission. "

   " Whatever..."

   It certainly wasn't the response I was hoping for, but at least I had set 
some limits.

   Now I just needed to see if she would respect them.

*****

   Just a week later, I found out my answer.

   " Could I have my friend Lindsay over to help with a client ?"

   " I thought we talked about this..."

   " Yeah, but I've got another client over this afternoon who wants a 
second girl for our session. "

   " And...?"

   " ... and Darcie's out of town to visit her mom. Ivy and Corinne are both 
booked this afternoon. "

   " Can't you rebook the client ?"

   " No, and I don't want to lose my commission either. If you're not gonna 
to let Lindsay help me out, I think you should pay me back for the money I 
lose..."

   She was getting a little confrontational. I could hear it in her voice. I 
still wasn't ready to back down on the issue. I knew that as soon as I let 
Andrea get away with stuff like this, she would walk all over me. There was 
only one solution I could think of.

   " I'll fill in..."

   It meant cancelling an appointment at the spa, but it was a small price 
to pay if that's what it took to keep Andrea in line.

   " Whatever... " she rolled her eyes. " Come down at one o'clock, so that 
I can get you prepared. "

   The tone she took with me was unbearable. I spent the next two hours 
stewing about it. I don't know why I let her talk to me like that. She knew 
that she was pushing all of my buttons. Andrea was just the kind of girl who 
could get away with that sort of thing. I was beginning to wonder if it 
wouldn't be better just to let her go.

   Her disrespectful tone didn't end when I came down for our session.

   " Get out of your clothes. We don't have much time left. "

   " My clothes ?"

   " Well, yeah. You didn't expect us to do this fully clothed, did you ?"

   " No, but... I thought..." my eyes dropped to the floor, where I had set 
down the bag with my regular leather outfit.

   " You won't need that shit today. My client had very specific 
instructions, and I don't have time to go over them all with you. Just strip 
down to your bra and panties, and let's get on with it. "

   She made it sound like I was being unreasonable. I tried to hide my angry 
reaction as I unbuttoned my blouse. I knew she would just love to see me 
losing control of my emotions.

   All of this was intentional. I had studied the art of domination, and I 
could feel the power shift in the room as I undressed at her command. I 
found myself feeling exposed, standing there in my underwear while Andrea 
wore tight black leather. She appraised my body briefly.

   " Yeah, this'll work okay I guess..."

   My face flushed. I didn't *need* her approval of my body. I was about to 
spit something back, but she attacked pre-emptively.

   " ...unless you can't handle it. "

   I swallowed hard. She was looking for a reaction. I didn't want to give 
her the satisfaction of knowing how much she was bothering me. I surprised 
even myself with how meek my voice sounded in answer.

   " I can handle it. "

   " Good. Follow me. "

   She led me into her living room. I expected to go with her into the 
bedroom, but she stopped there. Two sofas lined either side of the room. A 
mahogany coffee table was in the centre. I bought it just the previous week 
at an auction. On the coffee table were three objects; a blindfold, a set of 
leather cuffs, and a wooden paddle.

   Andrea took a pulled up a chair at the opposite end of the coffee table, 
leaving me standing there awkwardly. Then she just watched me.

   " Wha... ?" I began.

   " Shhh."

   Why did I let her silence me like that ?

   She didn't so much sit in her chair as straddle it. She was perfect for 
the role I had chosen for her. Andrea radiated dominance. Her eyes were on 
me now, and I couldn't believe how much it unsettled me.

   " Did you want... ?"

   My voice trailed off. I felt so stupid just standing there. If she wanted 
me on my knees, why wouldn't she just say so ?

   I watched her eyes. She was waiting for me to do something.

   Slowly, I began to lower myself onto my knees, watching her reaction. 
This was what she expected, wasn't it ? Just a trace of a smile came to her 
lips, but she stayed there, silently straddling the chair.

   One more thing...

   I reached out uncertainly for the blindfold. Her smile remained. It was 
the last thing I saw before I pulled the black material up against my eyes. 
It was a smile that said, ' you know I'm winning. '

   And she was. I was letting her win just by playing this stupid game. I 
was sure she could see the flush of anger in my face now as I tied the 
fabric behind my head. As much as this all bothered me, however, I just 
couldn't make myself back out of this. I had to show her how a professional 
handles things.

   Her eyes were still on me. I could tell.

   We waited there silently for her client to arrive, and every minute, I 
felt more the fool for staying in position, blindfolded and nearly naked, 
while Andrea sat dominant at the other end of the coffee table. It was 
completely unnecessary.

   Finally, I heard a knock at the door. Andrea stood slowly, and brushed 
past me as she walked to the door.

   I heard them whispering as they came back into the room.

   " Doesn't she look cute... ? " Andrea taunted just loud enough for me to 
hear.

   They were right behind me now.

   " And look how obediently she sits. I didn't even need to tie her up. "

   The words burned in my cheeks. Andrea was definitely playing a part for 
the client, except it all came so naturally for her, it was hard to tell 
that it was acting.

     " Sit down, " she commanded the client. " I'll allow you to masturbate 
while you watch, but don't cum without my permission. "

   The thought of somebody watching me right now, jerking off while looking 
at my body... for some reason this was affecting me more than usual. I could 
still feel Andrea's presence behind me.

   " See how this slave girl keeps her body nice and pretty for me, " Andrea 
began her monologue, running a fake fingernail along the back of my neck. I 
shuddered from the unexpected sensation. Andrea chuckled. "And see how she 
craves my touch ?"

   She circled me slowly.

   " You want to see more of her body. I can tell. Yes, you're enjoying 
looking at my slave girl's titties, aren't you ? You like looking at her 
tight little body while you play with yourself. But I'm not going to order 
her to display herself. That would be too easy. "

   She paused in front of me and bent forward. I could feel her breath 
against the side of my face as she whispered, " Instead, I'm going to make 
this little bitch squirm until she's anxious to do anything that pleases 
me."

   I wasn't sure if she had even spoken loudly enough for the client to 
hear, but my own reaction was immediate. Her hot breath against my ear made 
the hair on the back of my neck stand on end.

   God, she was good. For the first time since I began doing this, I got a 
taste of why men enjoyed this kind of thing. I was humiliated by the way I 
passively remained there, under her control, but I could feel my body 
warming up.

   She stayed close to me, allowing her fingers to brush against me every so 
often, and watching the way I trembled to the touch.

   None of this mattered, I told myself. Andrea was playing a role. So was 
I. Otherwise, I wouldn't even be here. Otherwise, I wouldn't be on my knees. 
I couldn't help it if my body reacted this way. It was unexpected, is all. I 
never thought that I would be this excited by the touch of another woman.

   " Nothing is holding her here. I don't have a leash around her neck. I 
don't have chains on her ankles. So why is she here, obeying me ? " Andrea 
talked louder now, playing to the client again. " You can see the answer in 
the way she breathes. Can you see the wetness in her panties ? "

   I hadn't noticed.

   " And if I hold my fingers near her lips..."

   She didn't even need to finish the sentence before I was instinctively 
opening my mouth. Andrea rested her fingers between my lips and waited for 
me to lick and suck at them. I had done this to men so many times, but I 
never knew how it felt before.

   " You'd never guess how modest and awkward she was a few minutes ago. Now 
she sucks my fingers so eagerly. "

   Her words were as much for me as they were for the client. I could feel 
that. Andrea knew that I wasn't just acting, and she wanted to rub it in a 
little.

   " And you still want to see her titties, don't you ? Maybe I'll let her 
show them to you. Yes. I'll let her do that. "

   I kept my lips around her fingers and reached back to unsnap my bra. This 
scene had so many flavours I had never tasted before. Yes, I had let clients 
worship my breasts, but it was never like this. I was always in control. 
Now, I felt like a whore, displaying my body on command.

   " Very nice. See how eager she is to please me ? " She slipped her 
fingers free from my mouth. " But I told you that I would make the bitch 
squirm, didn't I ? Yes. You're looking forward to seeing that. Slow down. I 
didn't give you permission to cum. "

   Andrea walked around behind me, rubbing against my bare skin with her 
tight leather. She crouched down behind me. I could feel her there, her 
breath against the back of my neck. She reached around front of me and 
cupped my breasts in her hands, as if offering them up for the client. Then 
one of her hands slowly made their way down my belly.

   " Aaah... you see the way she anticipates. So I tease her a little bit. 
Someone taught me that lesson. I forget who it was. She taught me to tease 
my slaves mercilessly. "

   I was regretting that lesson right about now. My world was darkness, and 
all I could feel was Andrea's taunting hand. Shamefully, I spread my legs.

   " Mmmm... she's so wet for me. I can feel her wetness through the 
panties. I wonder if she's ready to show off her pussy now. Is she squirming 
yet ?"

   Squirming ?

   " Don't worry... soon, she'll be squirming against my hand, just begging 
to display her wet little pussy for me. Isn't that right, slave girl ?"

   I wanted to fight it. The idea of grinding my pussy against Andrea's 
hand, like some sort of animal... it was too degrading.

   Another part of me was only too eager. I'm just playing a role, I tried 
to convince myself. Just play along.

   " There she goes. Look at her squirm. Gawd, she's a horny little girl, 
isn't she ? "

   Andrea held her fingers still, making me do all of the work. I gyrated my 
hips lewdly against her, desperate for the pleasure that only her fingers 
could proved. She brought her lips to my ear.

   " Enjoying yourself, Brenda ?"

   The smug bitch. She knew that I wasn't acting. She had me completely 
under her control, and she was rubbing it in. I whimpered in frustration.

   " I think she's earned the right to show off her pussy now, don't you ? 
Go ahead, slave girl... show us your pussy. "

   With her permission, I reached down and rolled my panties down my legs, 
exposing myself for my employee and her client. I wished she would touch me 
again. Instead, Andrea circled around front of me, and placed her fingers 
against my lips.

   I accepted them into my mouth, and tasted my own warmth and wetness on 
them.

   " See how anxious my slave girl is to do anything I want ? She even 
enjoys hearing the words. Slave Girl. Did you see the way her body shakes 
when I say those words ? She's the kind of girl who loves to be 
humiliated... tied up... used... punished. "

   "Right now, she's probably thinking about the handcuffs that are sitting 
on the table in front of her. She probably wishes that I would put them on 
her. Isn't that right, slave ?"

   I nodded my head, still licking her fingers. I felt like I did that first 
time when Corrine invited me in to watch her work. I would have agreed to 
anything.

   " But she's got to earn it. My little bitch has to show how eager she is 
to please me. She'll do anything, won't she ?"

   I nodded again. She pulled her fingers from my mouth, and left me there 
in darkness, wondering what she wanted me to do. Her hand touched the back 
of my head. I leaned forward at the silent command, and found my face in her 
crotch.

   Through the black fabric of her panties, I nuzzled against Andrea's 
mound. I could smell her. It was a mixture of leather, and cigarettes, and 
cheap perfume. It reminded me of who she was; some trailer trash girl who 
just happened to be a natural dom.

   " My god, she is anxious. " She pushed my head further downwards, and 
tapped her foot against the floor. I understood. She wanted me grovelling at 
her feet. My tongue traced the leather down her legs, and when I reached the 
bottom of her boots, I humbled myself further, licking and worshipping her 
feet while she stood above me.

   " She really deserves those cuffs now, doesn't she ? She really deserves 
to wear the trappings of slavery. " Then a warning came to her voice again, 
as she told the client. " Stop... you're getting to close to orgasm. Wait 
until I tell you. "

   Andrea reached back and took the cuffs from the table. I could hear it. I 
placed my hands behind my back obediently while she snapped them into place.

   " There... she really likes like a pathetic little slave girl now, 
doesn't she ? I think she deserves another treat. Maybe I'll let her worship 
my body a little more. Does that sound good ?"

   I could feel my cheeks flushing red at Andrea's verbal degradation. She 
was right. I was a slave girl now. That's how I would look to her client, 
blindfolded and handcuffed, and ready to lower myself to her feet again.

   " No, girl... higher now... I have something else I want you to learn how 
to do. "

   She was facing away from me now. I felt my cheek brush against her bare 
flesh. She had lowered her panties, and my face was now level with the bare 
skin of her rear end.

   " Kiss my ass now, slave girl. Show everyone what a good ass kisser you 
are. "

   I hesitated, but I knew it was pointless. I had seen dozens of my slaves 
try to defy me, at one point or another. They always lost. They always 
surrendered.

   Andrea would tease me. She would make me beg for it. My body was so hot 
with desire, I knew I wouldn't be able to resist for long.

   So what was the point in holding back. I knew I wanted this.

   God, how I wanted it.

   The skin of her ass was oddly cool against my skin. I nuzzled her with my 
cheek before giving her ass a long tender kiss.

   " Isn't that sweet ? " Andrea taunted. I could tell from her voice that 
she was bent forward over the coffee table now. " Doesn't this make a pretty 
picture ? Don't stop now, slave. Prove to me what a pathetic little ass 
kisser you are. "

   I gave her another long kiss, and then began to lick and suck at the 
smooth flesh of her ass. Andrea encouraged me by calling me names and 
pushing her body against my face.

   " Are you enjoying the taste of my butt, slave ? ... Answer me. "

   " Mmmm... yes, Mistress, " I replied breathlessly between kisses.

   " Yes... I can tell... you're a real natural at this. "

   The more I licked and kissed, the more I enjoyed all of the degrading 
sensations. I could smell her arousal, and my tongue's closeness to her 
pussy was so tempting. But no... I didn't have permission. I knew the rules. 
So I worshipped the flesh of her ass adoringly. My pussy was begging for 
attention, and if she hadn't have tied my hands, I'm sure I wouldn't have 
been able to stop myself from masturbating while I continued my chore.

   " That's a wicked tongue, ass licker. I want to feel it inside of me... 
that's a good girl... right in the crack of my ass... push it in for me..."

   I could barely breathe, I was so excited by her new instructions. I 
always avoided this with my own clients, worried that they might think it 
unhygienic. Andrea wouldn't consider those kinds of limits. She just wanted 
to feel her boss' tongue in her asshole, and whatever Andrea wants, she 
gets.

   Her taste was strong. It filled my mouth and nose as I pressed my tongue 
into her hole. Her saliva covered ass cheeks pressed against the sides of my 
face. I could hear the wet smacking of my lips as I serviced her.

   " Don't be shy now... I can feel that you want to go deeper... that's 
right... clean me with your tongue. "

   My revulsion towards this sex act was lost in the haze of arousal that 
filled my head. She pushed back against me, obviously enjoying this 
indulgence of her whims. I could hear her voice, telling me how low and 
pathetic I was... but the words rattle meaninglessly through the air. 
Nothing could compare to the dark of my blindfold, and the feel of her tight 
hole against my lips.

   When she finally pulled away, my tongue was numb from effort, and I 
gasped to regain my breath. Nonetheless, I begged for her to continue. I 
begged with my body. She would read it easily.

   " See how she's still anxious for more ? She knows that there's a paddle 
on the table. I wonder if she would like a little spanking ?"

   I groaned. God, why was I begging to be punished ? I couldn't really want 
pain, could I ? Wasn't degradation enough ? My body was giving me a 
different answer than my mind. Andrea held me firmly by my hair.

   " She's going to have to do something else for me, " she leaned forward 
again, and whispered into my ear. "What are you willing to do for me now, 
Brenda ? "

   " Anything, " I whispered back.

   " Are you sure ?"

   " Yes. " Anything.

   " Well, you see Brenda... I have these friends..."

   " Uh huh, " she reached down and was fingering me again. Not fair.

   " ...and they've come over tonight for a couple of beers..."

   " Uh huh..."

   " ... and I'll bet they'd really like to come in here and see what a 
horny slave girl I have. "

   I knew I was insane to even consider this. It would totally undermine my 
authority. Up to this point I had been telling myself that it was all a role 
I was playing... that I would set everything straight later...

   But who was I kidding. I had completely undressed myself. I had begged to 
be handcuffed. I had spent the last fifteen minutes licking the woman's ass 
clean. And I was writhing on Andrea's fingers, more aroused than I had ever 
been.

   " Yes. " The single word escaped my lips.

   All I could think about was the way it would feel for her to use the thin 
wooden paddle against my ass. The fact that her client and some of her 
trashy friends would be watching my punishment only compounded my shameful 
arousal.

   I could hear Andrea opening the door. I could hear her friends laughing 
and joking as they entered the room. How many were there ? Three ? Four ? I 
could hear a couple of guy's voices, and at least one girl laughing along 
with them.

   " Oh man... this is a hot scene Andy..."

   " Have a seat guys... help yourselves to a beer... she's just getting 
ready to beg for her punishment..."

   She helped lean me forward over the coffee table. I could feel everyone's 
eyes one me. I heard the wooden paddle scrape along the top of the table as 
she dragged it along towards my rear end.

   A couple of beer bottles were opened while she teased the tender flesh of 
my ass with the thin strip of wood.

   " You want me to punish you ? "

   " Yes, " I admitted quietly.

   " You surrender your body ?"

   " Yes. "

   She was such a natural at this, I could hardly hear my own thoughts. All 
I could think about was my humiliation at her hands.

   " Aaaahh, " I was unprepared for the first real blow. I jerked against 
the table, and squirmed my ass, much to the amusement of my new audience. 
Somewhere around me, I could smell the smoke of tobacco and marijuana as her 
friends made themselves comfortable.

   Two more quick swats made me squeal. I imagined the red welts forming 
across my ass cheeks.

   Her teasing fingers found the wetness between my legs again. " You want 
more ?"

   " Please... "

   " And you'll do anything ?"

   " Anything. "

   " Mmm. I love the sound of that. Rick, why don't you take a turn in her 
mouth ?"

   And just like that, I became a prostitute for her. I wasn't just showing 
off my body. I was letting people use it. I hadn't given a blow job in over 
a year, but when Rick slid the head of his uncircumsized prick between my 
lips, I tried my best to earn Andrea's renewed attention.

   " Oh, man... look at her go..." the other guy cheered from the sidelines, 
and then took another swig of beer. Andrea paused in punishing me to take a 
drag from a joint that was circulating the room, and she flicked hot ash 
against my backside. The whole atmosphere was becoming lower class by the 
moment, which made my submission to her all the more degrading.

   Rick pulled out of my mouth before cumming, preferring to make his mess 
across the side of my face.

   While his cum dripped down my cheek, Andrea was abusing my ass in a whole 
new way. I felt the cold glass of a beer bottle being levelled against my 
anal ring.

   " Are you going to take it in the ass for me, like a good little slave 
girl ?"

   I didn't want her to ask me. The answer was always too shameful. " Yes. 
Please. "

   I wanted her to abuse me in every way possible. My body was screaming for 
it. I gritted my teeth as the cold glass entered me. She pushed it deeply 
into me, and then handed the task over the other guy she invited over, 
Shawn.

   " Take over for me Shawn, and I'll let you use her pussy in a few 
minutes, " she promised.

   While her raped my ass with the bottle, Andrea brought her face close to 
mine. I could feel her breath close to my lips. I tried to kiss her, but she 
pulled away. Instead, she whispered more abuse into my ear.

   " Poor Brenda... you figured everything out, didn't you ? You had it all 
down to a science. The problem is, you never really *felt* it. You didn't 
feel the rush of sexual power. You didn't enjoy the cruelty of it. In the 
end, you were just a professional... just like all of the other rich guys 
who come through here. Do you think I couldn't see how much you try to be 
just like them... the wealthy... the stupid..."

   I grunted as I felt the beer bottle tip forward, and the cold liquid 
filling my bowels.

   " And now, here you are... you really are just like them, living in your 
expensive suite... eating in the fancy restaurants... keeping a beautiful 
mistress. It looks like you're like them in other ways too... right now 
you'll do anything to humiliate yourself for me and my lowlife friends..."

   " Ungghhh. "

   " Oh, don't think I haven't heard you talking about my friends and I. You 
think we're poor white trash... and hell, you're probably right... but it's 
not me who's getting fucked in the ass with a beer bottle now, is it? Nope. 
And now that I've got your number, things are going to be a lot different 
around here...aren't they ?"

   " Yes. " I could feel tears of defeat coming to my eyes. I only had 
myself to blame for this. I let her do it to me.

   " I mean, hell... you're pretty good at the scheduling, and keeping 
books, and picking up the laundry and such... and you'll be useful for going 
out to get us drugs, and running little errands... but I don't think you're 
any good for *this* anymore..." she slapped my ass to emphasize the point.

   " And you can always help out to entertain my friends and all that. "

   I whimpered as she continued. God, I needed an orgasm. I'd be able to 
think so much better once I wasn't so damned horny. Maybe then I'd be able 
to find a way out of...

   <slap>

   " Oh, I suspect you'll resist a little at first, seeing as you think you 
run things around here... but we'll keep training you. Ivy has already 
offered to apply the punishments when you disobey us. "

   She took another drag from the joint that was passing around the group, 
and blew the smoke in my face.

   " But now I think I'm being a little bit rude. I can see that our client 
is getting impatient, and we're here, after all, to please the client. It 
doesn't seem fair. She's paying the bill for this session, and I've been 
hogging you all to myself. She seemed to really enjoy watching you lick my 
ass... maybe she would like to try out your tongue for a little while...?"

   She ? I thought...

   " Come on, Bren. Don't keep her waiting. She's been looking forward to 
having her asshole licked... she's been playing with herself in 
anticipation. "

   I had no pride left. Yes, I was an ass licker. Anything, I had told 
Andrea. Anything to further humiliate myself.

   Andrea led me on my hands and knees to the sofa, where for the first 
time, I touched the client. Her body was soft and responsive. Andrea held me 
by the hair, and positioned my face into her rear end.

   She scent of her flesh was striking. It reminded me of...

   ... rose petals.

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