Hostess at Ladies Night

Hostess at Ladies Night Pt. 2 By Samantha Burnett

--- This is a sequel to "Hostess at Ladies Night", and you should probably read that story to understand this one.

This story contains: Lesbian, Humiliation, Objectification, Anal, CFNF

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Everything that happened that night after my daring, freaky, humiliating adventure seemed like it was was all a bit blurred. As if it wasn't really me. I remember how I took a shower, and it felt as if those hands were still on me. Slapping my butt, caressing my legs, even playing with my feet. It was a very confusing mix of unfamiliar excitement and deep shame, which caused me to masturbate three times that night, in my usual position, on my belly, hand under me, until I fell asleep, completely exhausted.

The next day I felt completely zen. As if a major burden just dropped off my shoulders. I was enjoying every little thing, and even though I might have been quite slow, I experienced everything as if my mind was really into it. That must have been what inner rest feels like.

Things didn't stay like that for very long, as I started to become aware of what I actually did, and of what actually happened. I even became a bit paranoid. I avoided looking into people's eyes, afraid that they'd recognize me. I thought I recognized Gab on my way to a lecture at one point, and it freaked me out. I swear those eyes were looking for me. It felt as if people were undressing me with their eyes, and that I had "slut" written on my forehead. I was afraid that everyone knew.

Yet, a few weeks later, my mind was filled with flashes of that crazy night once again, and again I found myself getting turned on and masturbating to these twisted memories.

My paranoia decreased as I grew slightly more at ease with the idea of what I did. I wasn't going to run into someone who'd recognize me from the club. I wasn't suddenly going to face Missy or Gab. People around me didn't know what I did. It was in a completely different area of the city. No one knew.

Worse yet, I even played with the idea of maybe, ever, one day, doing it again. But these were ideas that entered my mind whenever I was once again masturbating to the memories of what happened, and they'd leave my mind as soon as I was done. The memories were enough to keep me going. But they definitely did keep me going.

I wanted to not fantasize so much, or think too much about sex in the first place, as I still felt that shame deep inside of me for the memories that would inevitably come up. I even actively tried to think of normal things - the things I used to fantasize about before all of this happened. Most times though, I failed.

Then, one early Tuesday evening I was just browsing through shirts on a rack at a department store downtown after I ate some noodles for dinner at a place close to the college campus, as I heard a vaguely familiar voice aside from me.

"Wow, hey, is that you??"

I couldn't believe my eyes as I then looked into the direction the voice came from. My mind raced, and for seconds, I couldn't think at all as I froze to the ground, and even looked around us to see if no one was watching us. It was one of the housewives that paid for me at the club. The one I didn't get the name from, but who was relatively nice to me, compared to her friend. Of course, they were just playing a game then.

"You're Crystal, right?"

She continued, as my face would just look puzzled while I felt so very confused about how to respond.

"Oh, hi, yeah," I then answered awkwardly, pretending I only remembered her vaguely. I gave her a polite smile.

"I thought I recognized you! I've actually been looking for you," she then continued.

"Oh, have you?" I answered while trying to sound somewhat casual. I didn't know what to think of this situation.

"Yeah, I mean I went back to the club last week, but you weren't there, Jen told me you were sick. But I see you're all better now."

I couldn't come up with anything better than just smile and nod as if she was telling the truth. I was a bit surprised hearing Jen being mentioned. It made the whole thing instantly real again, instead of the distant fantasy I tried to make it into this last month.

"She wouldn't give me your number, you know, for privacy and all that, but I actually wanted to ask if you're available Friday night for a birthday party. You know, just by the hour, a bit more chill than at the club. I actually booked Chloe, you know her, right? The petite Asian one. But if you're available, I'll cancel her. You know, just in the pocket money like I agreed with her. If you give me your phone number I can let you know what time and so on, OK?"

She was talking fast, and I felt overwhelmed. I didn't know what to answer, I was just too confused about this unexpected encounter. Sure, I had even played with the idea of going back to the club, but that was only while being turned on and masturbating. In some strange way though, the idea appealed to me.

"Oh I.. have an appointment Friday," I lied in a somewhat apologetic tone, as if I was open to the idea, but just apologizing for the schedule.

"Alright, so is Saturday good?" She immediately pushed back, and left me wondering whether she'd just reschedule the party for it.

I didn't have time to think, and in an impulse, I answered.

"Yeah I think Saturday works.." I answered, as I was very much torn between wanting to do something like this again, and promising myself that I'd never do something like this again.

"OK great, well I'll need to make sure she'll be OK with Saturday too, so if you just give me your number, you can check your schedule, and I can give you the details."

"Uh yeah, of course" I nodded, and before I knew it, I was standing there in that big department store with this woman I knew from my recent, very secret adventure, actually giving out my number for what seemed to become yet another adventure. I thought I had made up my mind on this.

"Okay great, got it. It really is true what they say, none of you shy away from a little extra cash on the side."

I didn't know how to respond to that, and I must have had just a stupid grin on my face. Again, I didn't deny anything she was insinuating.

She was still looking on her phone.

"Ah, I should get going. Wow, I'm so glad I ran into you again! Hope to see you soon, baby."

And before I knew it, the woman who looked like a housewife, who was probably old enough to be my mom, gave me a quick goodbye hug, and I would swear her hand just slightly caressed over my butt wrapped in my tight jeans as she finished the hug.

"See you Saturday, don't forget!" She sounded cheerful as she left for the exit.

My knees felt weak as I just stood there, barely realizing what just happened. Did I really just agree to.. I didn't even know what I agreed to.

While taking the subway back to my apartment, I started to feel that same adrenaline that I felt right before I worked at the club. That mix of excitement and extreme nervousness. The mix of dirty and wrong on one hand, and an obsessive craving at the other.

It became the only thing that I thought about the rest of the night. I tried to continue watching that Netflix series I was binging, but I didn't pay attention. I tried to study, but I didn't absorb anything. My mind was just way too distracted.

Then suddenly, I got a text from an unknown number on my phone.

"Hey nice name, Samantha ;) Want me to call you that, or you prefer Crystal for this?"

I blushed as I read it. As if a piece of this was now entering my private life. Damn texting service, giving away my real name to anyone who has my number. Yes, of course, I knew who it was. Even though I still didn't even know her name.

I finally set myself to text her back after minutes.

"Prefer Crystal ;) Just realized I didn't catch your name so far ;)"

It took seconds before I got an answer.

"I prefer it too. Hot, naughty little Crystal..?"

Again I blushed. As if that dynamic from the club was suddenly here in my phone. It felt a bit too embarrassing to answer that. I didn't really know what she was trying to do. I decided to just send a wink.

";)"

"Was that a yes?" I got almost instantly.

"That was a yes ;)"

"Good girl..;)"

I suddenly remembered bits of how she treated me at the club. I had blocked most of it in my mind, but now there was no escape from those memories. That almost downright belittling tone, especially from her friend. Wait. This wasn't about THAT friend's birthday, was it? What was her name.. Kath! Oh come on, she would have mentioned that. Besides, her friend didn't seem too happy about seeing me back in the club. No, that was out of the question.

I kept pondering about so many things. What did that even mean, "by the hour", as she called it? It sounded as if it was a common thing in this world of strip clubs and so on. I just imagined that she wanted to surprise her friend on her birthday, and that she wanted me to give her some sort of striptease. She knew what I was. Or well, she knew what I did at the club. So she'd be expecting more of that. Somehow, asking her about these things felt impossible. For some reason, I didn't want to come off as being new to all this, even though it would have cleared many things up if I just asked. I didn't. I didn't know how to ask in a way that would make me look like something completely ignorant.

Saturday was only three days away. I didn't even know why I told her I didn't have time Friday, but did have time Saturday, while I didn't have anything planned for Friday. It was the confusion and doubt of that moment that tripped me up.

"Oh yeah, I'm Debra, by the way." Suddenly I got another text from her.

Shortly after, she continued.

"Took some planning but Saturday works for my friend now!" I then got from her, suddenly giving me the feeling that I was obliged to actually come. I couldn't possibly refuse now.

"Great!" I answered, not really knowing what else to respond with.

It took another few hours until she messaged me again.

"Would be nice if you could bring some less innocent outfits to wear than what you were wearing in the club. The shoes were good though, can you wear those ;)"

I read the message, and realized that of course she didn't know that these clothes, and the shoes, were provided by the club, and that I didn't own them. She didn't give me much time to think before she started sending me links to some sort of lingerie catalog. I followed them one after another.

The first link was a picture of a model wearing a set consisting of black stockings, a sexy thong, and a matching bra. The girl was wearing a silver choker around her neck, and a silver belly chain with a heart figure around her waist.

"Expect a tip if you can wear the choker. So sexy :p"

The second was at least as exposing. Just a small, pink bikini, where the top really wasn't more than just two triangles covering the girl's nipples, and the bottom was a low cut thong that had laces on the hips.

Wow. So that was her taste. This was certainly less innocent than the white outfit that I wore at the club. Did I really see myself wearing that? Another link. Another combination of stockings, thong, bra, this time with a garter belt. The look she was looking for started to become pretty clear, anyway.

"I bet you already have all kinds of stuff like this, but I mean it would be nice if you could bring just some different outfits. Keeps things interesting ;)"

I doubted for a few seconds, but still that whole attitude of not admitting that I was actually new to this, caused me to simply agree to it.

"Yep I'll bring a few nice outfits ;)"

"Mmm naughty Crystal ;)"

Again there was this tone. It was almost dirty talk, without being all too explicit. It was surreal to read this on my phone. From someone who was a distant memory up until a few days ago.

At the same time I figured that if I wanted to actually get outfits like that before Saturday, I'd better start ordering. I figured that if it didn't make it in time, I could always still go to the store during the day on Saturday. So I browsed that same catalog she sent me links for, and looked for similar outfits. I even got a silver choker set like the one she showed me. The fake jewelry on the website hardly cost anything, so I just went and bought a few more things. Two pairs of shoes, just to be sure. One of the pairs must be fitting well enough. It cost me about $180, all in all.

"I could get Chloe for 200/hour, that okay with you? Already agreed 200 with the others, that's why I ask"

I felt my heart skip a beat. This was quite a lot of money. It felt odd to realize that people would be paying me this amount of money, for.. well, entertainment. Once again it made me blush.

"Yea I charge the same, no worries"

"Great. Don't worry, we'll probably throw in something extra," she then replied.

"Extras are always welcome ;)" I replied jokingly. No response after that.

The following day was stressful, because of several reasons. Sure, this one day delivery thing was convenient, but one is never sure they'll actually live up to that promise. I was able to study at home that Friday, and I made sure to stay home all day to receive packages. It wasn't until 3PM when suddenly the doorbell rang. 3 boxes. Fortunately, the packaging was discrete, and I just thanked the delivery guy with a friendly smile. If only he knew.

Once the door was closed and the three boxes were actually stacked in the middle of my apartment, I realized how far I was taking this. Jesus, Sam, where are you going with this? How far are you going to take this?

But once again, my excitement was stronger than my proper, decent girl mind, and I got undressed to try on one of the outfits. Garters, black seamed stockings, a matching sexy small thong and bra, a pair of very high platform sandals, and the silver choker to top it off. The fake silver jewelry added such a sexy touch. I put on the thin belly chain as well, and looked at myself in front of the mirror.

Wow. I looked like I literally belonged in one of the documentaries that got me hooked on this whole thing. And I was going to wear this in front of someone, at her house? The arrangement was already made.

"Hey Crystal baby. Can you be at 1645 Lincoln Street tomorrow at 3PM?"

Now everything was complete. While I was even still wearing one of the outfits that was just delivered, I texted her back, even starting to feel excited now.

"Sure, that works :) Will you be there too?"

I saw a notification that she started typing, then stopped, then started again.

"Yeah, gonna make sure her present ends up in the right hands ;) Oh can you do me a favor and act innocent again, just like last time? That would be HOT ;)"

I couldn't help but smile awkwardly when I saw her reply. Act innocent? She thought it was an act? But I guess I could do that again.

"I can do that.. ;)"

"Mmmm she'll love it. But no innocent outfits this time pls ;)"

"I remember, don't worry ;)"

"Sounds promising, hot little Crystal... ;)"

I didn't know why I just would not give in to being honest with her. I just didn't want to, something stopped me. It was almost as if I was too proud to be honest about that time in the club being my first time, and having zero experience with 'doing things by the hour', as she called it. I didn't even really know what that meant.

I kept trying to picture myself doing a striptease for that woman, whoever she was, as her birthday present. The idea turned me on completely. It seemed innocent enough, at least it seemed slightly more innocent than the club, where I'd be exposed immediately to so many people, and where there is this stigma of employing prostitutes. Because I got that much from my infamous club night.

That night, I had to find distractions, or else I wouldn't have been able to sleep. Not that sleep came easy, but at least I did sleep somewhat decently after working my ass off in the gym and drinking green tea afterwards.

After spending hours grooming myself, I finally put on my casual jeans, a pink shirt, white sneakers, my coat and a travel bag over my shoulder, I left my place in a cab at 2:30PM. I decided to travel in style. It fit the picture somehow.

I paid the cab driver as we stopped in front of an apartment building, right next to a mall, with shops on the ground floor. I got out of the car, and walked to the entrance of the building, carrying my travel bag over my shoulder. 1645. I pressed the number, and the buzzer for the door was heard soon enough, without a voice talking through the intercom. I took the stairs, and climbed up two floors, until I saw Debra's face in the door opening further down the hallway.

"Hi," I greeted her with a somewhat soft, low voice for some reason, with a smile on my face, as if we were on some secret mission.

"Hi, come on in," she immediately opened the door further to let me walk into the hallway of the apartment, almost as if she didn't want any one of the neighbors to see me here.

"You can go in there to change," she said without any further small talk, as she pointed to the door on the right.

I nodded, while further down the hall, I heard voices. So it wasn't just her and this woman. Would the other people leave once she had prepared her surprise, so to speak? But it didn't feel as if now was the time to ask questions.

"I'll be waiting right here," she simply said as I opened the door to what appeared to be the master bedroom, and she just stood there in the hallway, waiting for me.

"Okay," I answered over my shoulder, while starting to feel tense, especially now that I knew there were apparently other people.

Once inside, I put the bag down and sat on the properly made up bed, feeling my nerves clearly by then, but still, the excitement won.

I took off my sneakers and my socks, and stood up to get out of my jeans, shirt, and finally my underwear. It was a strange feeling standing there naked in the bedroom of this house where I've only seen a small part of the hallway and this bedroom.

Then finally, I opened the travel bag, and I felt the adrenaline rush through my veins. I put on the silky smooth, black, stereotypical looking stockings that are seen in pretty much every documentary about strip clubs, porn, or prostitution, and went on with the small, low cut black g-string, just barely covering my carefully trimmed blonde, short strip, and forming a 'T' in the back where the tiny pieces of fabric would not at all cover my bare butt. The bra had a very similar style, and was definitely not made for comfort. Not that I needed much support, fortunately. I was blessed with a pair of firm, full but not huge, perky breasts.

I felt a blush on my cheeks as I added the fake silver jewelry to the outfit. These things were so cheap on the website where I got everything, and they really added to that dirty look that I was apparently going for, encouraged by the wishes of Debra. I attached the wide, rhinestone silver choker around my neck, the thin but explicit looking silver chain belt with a heart shape that I moved to be just right next to my seductively covered pussy, and finally added the silver bracelet in the same style.

Then, just as I slipped into the ridiculously high, platform stripper high heel sandals, almost identical to the ones I wore at the club, I heard a knock on the door, which slightly opened afterwards.

"Are you okay in there?" I heard Debra's voice.

"Yeah, yeah, just gotta adjust my makeup a bit and then I'm done," I answered, starting to feel a bit stressed.

"OK, well hurry up a bit please," I got a pushy answer from her, just before she closed the door again to leave me to it.

I tried to apply my makeup quickly, which was making things even more stressful. For the makeup, similar to my outfit, I went for the dirty look again. Heavy eye liner to make my eyes look dramatically dark, highlighting my eyebrows, and pink shiny lip gloss were the magic elements that completed the picture.

Finally, I stood up to look at myself in front of the mirror on the door of the bedroom. I didn't know what to think at first. It was almost as if it was just too over the top. It was just a flat out porn slut look.

Not that Debra seemed to have any doubt that I was actually a stripper, or rather a prostitute, which, as everyone know, was what all the girls at The Stiletto were, but this would take away any doubt if there was ever such thing.

My blonde, long wavy hair done this morning as if I was a movie star, my breasts accentuated more than held in that seductive looking bra, and my bare, flat tummy seeming to go on endless before it reached the matching, low cut tiny thong, the stockings having this strong association with everything sex, and the high heels probably even more so. As I turned slightly, I'd notice how the high shoes accentuated my legs and my firm, perfectly round butt, barely covered by anything. The belly chain was drawing attention to my hips, and made it all look even more seductive, and the choker just seemed to scream 'high class escort'.

Then finally, after a slight sigh and a weird grin in the mirror as if to tell myself "what the hell are you doing, Sam," I opened the door, and saw Debra leaning against the wall in the hallway. Her eyes lighted up curiously when she saw me.

"Glad you got the message.." she said as her eyes glanced over my body, over my outfit, head to toe, and clearly referring to her wish for me to look less innocent.

She reached out to me, and briefly took the silver heart connecting the belly chain between fingers.

"Slutty little Crystal.. hm?" she then said, her eyes looking directly into mine, as if she was expecting an answer.

I just gave her a somewhat awkward smile, while I felt slightly conflicted inside. For a brief second, it had this atmosphere like the one in the club, which would often lean towards some form of degradation.

"Yeah," I said, hardly believing I was already giving her answers she wanted to hear again.

After yet another glance, she just very slightly, playfully tugged at the belly chain.

"Come, I'll get you the cash," she then said, as she already started walking into the direction of where the voices were still coming from.

I walked right behind her, my heels knocking very clearly on the hardwood floor in the hallway, as my nerves grew to a peak while we were walking in the direction of where the chatter came from.

When she opened the door to a space consisting of a kitchen area, a dining area and in the back there was a living room space. Two couches opposed to each other with a low coffee table in between them, and a chair all the way at the end, directly facing me. I counted 4 women sitting there, all probably somewhere in their forties. Two women sitting on the couch, looking almost as if stereotypical butch lesbians, then a slightly older looking woman sitting in a chair at the head of the room, and looking further, I felt a slight tremble in my stocking clad legs as I then suddenly looked right into Kath's eyes.

Kath, the woman who I had blocked from my mind ever since visiting the club. She was treating me in such a belittling, almost downright condescending way. How could I not have predicted she was going to be here? She and Debra were close friends after all. Close enough to go to a club night like that together. I swear she had this taunting look in her eyes when she noticed me in that exposing, downright slutty outfit.

They went quiet gradually as their eyes would all turn into my direction, as I could feel myself get embarrassed because of the extreme contrast in how I was dressed, compared to them.

"Everyone, this is Crystal," Debra then introduced me while we were still standing in the kitchen area, whereas the group would sit in the back of the room. "We all chipped in for her, so I'm just gonna pay her and after that she's ours for an hour."

A few of them just nodded, as Debra would step towards the kitchen table, where there was an envelope. She opened it, and with the women watching what happened, she pulled out a few $100 bills.

"One.. two hundred, as we agreed, right?" she said.

I felt embarrassed about everyone being able to hear this.

"Mhm," I just nodded, feeling awkward.

"Jesus, does she pee gold or something?" one of the butch women on the couch said, in sincere disbelief.

I felt pressured. It was only then that I realized I had no idea about what sort of rates are considered normal, or what would be expected for what kind of money. All I knew was that Chloe apparently asked the same.

I saw Debra pull out yet another $100 bill.

"And this is a little something extra, so we don't disagree. I don't want nagging," she said, in a tone as if she was almost sure that I was going to complain about things.

I took it from her quietly, I just didn't know anything to say to that, it was too humiliating to even think about. I heard one of the women on the couch laughing.

"Anti nag money?" the woman asked, not directed to anyone in particular. More giggling. "They even nag after getting 200 bucks?" she continued.

"They always want more," Debra answered. "Isn't that right baby," she continued, while reaching out to my face, and giving me a condescending, small caress on my cheek with her thumb.

I was only able to smile slightly, feeling cornered, and not daring to go against her.

"Well that was pretty obvious," the woman laughed again, as if I actually confirmed.

"She knows it, all hookers are like that."

It didn't even sound like Debra was playing games with me, but that she talked from experience.

One of the women on the couch laughed.

"You guys are still really into this shit, aren't you," she laughed.

"Nothing like a pretty little bitch you can order around," I then heard Kath say something for the first time today.

Without any time to process what Kath said, Debra reached out to grab my upper arm.

"Go put the money away, and then come back here, topless."

Feeling myself blush slightly under the large amount of makeup I was wearing, I just nodded. She didn't hold herself back at all.

"Okay," I tried to sound casually, as if none of this was a problem for me, or even out of the ordinary.

With the three bills of each $100, I walked back towards the bedroom where I changed. While my nerves would grow to an all time high, I put the bills in my wallet, right before I then reached back and unclasped the bra. So this was how I was going to face them. How I was going to entertain them. Black stockings, thong, very high heels, the seductive belly chain and the silver choker. That was all that I was wearing. Bare breasts, bare tummy, bare butt, right there among these casually dressed ladies.

"OK.." I sighed at myself while I stood up straight, not so sure about this anymore. Maybe especially because there wasn't just one person, or perhaps because of Kath being there. But now she was too far into it. She had to do it.

With my bare breasts dancing up and down a little bit as I walked, I arrived back in the kitchen area, where I was facing Debra again, who was still in the same spot. In the background, the women were chatting again. Debra's eyes immediately glanced at my bare breasts.

"Much better," she said, and I didn't understand what she meant exactly. That I was topless? That the money was taken care of now?

"See that woman in the chair near the window? Next to Kath?"

I nodded, while I looked at the woman. She was thin, had gray short hairs, visibly the older one of the group. She wore khaki pants, a blouse, and her flat brown shoe was showing as she had her legs crossed.

"That's the birthday girl," she continued. "How about you go to her, give her a little striptease, and a nice long birthday kiss," she then suggested.

Again, I nodded, while I turned towards the group, and just when I wanted to start walking, Debra would give me a soft slap on my bare butt. I think everyone heard it, as I just smiled awkwardly over my shoulder to Debra for a brief second.

They stopped chatting for a bit as I entered their circle. A low coffee table inside the narrow square, which I had to walk around. I walked right past Kath's lap, towards the woman celebrating her birthday. i couldn't believe I was topless already.

"Are those real, baby?" I then heard from the other side of table, where the two women were, on the couch.

"Or did you get your customers to pay for them?" the other one said, resulting in laughter.

I looked aside from me, and I felt somewhat embarrassed as I had to answer her.

"No they're one hundred percent real" I tried to sound casual, even slightly funny. None of them responded.

Then finally, I reached the woman whose birthday this was. She looked up to me with an almost tired look, as if she was only pretending to enjoy this because the others insisted.

With a slight smile, and without saying anything, I stood right next to hear chair, and started to dance a bit. I moved my hips, while I let my hand run over my bare, flat tummy.

"Well she's pretty, I'll give you that," one of the women on the couch said, while I was dancing right next to the birthday woman's chair.

I even dared to play with my bare breasts, squeezing them in my hands slightly, maybe because the last thing I wanted to look like was a prude. I could see a slight spark of curiosity in the woman's eyes now, which gave me some sort of confirmation that I was doing well.

I turned around for her, looking over my shoulder to her, while I gave her a view on my back, as I saw her eyes fixate immediately on my ass. And not only hers, as it turned out.

"Very nice ass," I heard one of the women on the couch comment immediately, as they could see it from where they were sitting, even if there was a bit more distance.

I just smiled as I received the compliment. Meanwhile, the birthday woman reached out, and trailed along my stocking clad right leg with her fingertip, softly, starting in my knee pit.

"Bend a little, Crystal, you heard what they like to see," I then heard Debra's voice, commanding me.

I felt slightly embarrassed, not only because of what I had to do, but also how I would show that I'd answer such requests, for everyone to hear.

As I bent over slightly, causing my butt to stick out to the birthday woman invitingly, Debra continued talking.

"Little Crystal is very innocent," she said, after which I heard chuckles from the couch.

"Yeah right," I heard one of the women remark quietly.

".. and she loves to be told what to do. Isn't that right, Crystal?"

I was still looking over my shoulder, with my butt sticking out slightly to the woman, feeling myself get a bit embarrassed about these games Debra was playing. I managed to smile, knowing I had to play the game. It wasn't the worst.

"Yes," I even answered, with a somewhat playful twinkle in my eyes.

"And what do you like to get when you don't do it right?"

She didn't stop. I was a bit confused.

"Huh?" I kept my smile on my face, but looked into Debra's direction, a slightly puzzled look on my face.

"You love to get punished, don't you," she filled in the words for me.

"Oh, yeah.." I then answered as I laughed a bit, playing her game.

Then suddenly Kath's voice shot out of nowhere again.

"Tell us what an obedient little slut you are," she spoke sharply.

That seemed a bit.. offensive. I just smiled, awkwardly, starting to feel uncomfortable. That annoying creature. I even hoped Debra would take my side, and tell her to tone down. But there was nothing to be heard. From anyone.

Just as I thought perhaps the best option would be to just answer, Kath's voice fired right at me again.

"Hey, are you deaf?" she remarked very bluntly.

"Sorry, I was just," I sighed, while feeling frustrated by Kath's presence alone. "OK," I added. "I'm an obedient little slut."

What followed was an awkward silence.

"I don't think she likes you," one of the women on the couch then chuckled.

"Oh I know she doesn't. That's fine, I don't like her type either. Just her ass and her pussy. And that's being paid for."

Behind me, the woman's fingertip then tapped on my hip, as if she wanted attention. I looked over my shoulder, at her, too overwhelmed by Kath's continuing stream of insults.

"Keep dancing, please," she then simply remarked quietly while looking into my eyes with a soft smile.

It was as if she didn't notice anything that was happening around her. I could hardly believe she said that. I knew none of this was caused by the woman behind me, and somehow I still didn't want to disappoint her, so I stood up straight and moved my hips again, her fingertip now tracing right above the stockings I was wearing, in the direction of my bare butt.

Meanwhile, Debra walked towards me. There was a weird smile on her face. Not a friendly one, I could tell. While I stood there still, slightly dancing, and the woman's fingertip teasing up my leg, Debra gestured for me to come closer to her, as if she wanted to tell me something. I bent towards her slightly. Then, out of the blue, I felt her fingers brush against my ear, only for a split second, before she actually grabbed my ear between her fingers, and started twisting my ear very painfully. Just like in the club, but very noticeably even harder.

"Ow.. shit.." I started to wave my hands around, while stumbling on my feet.

The woman's finger still trailed over my leg, although she lost me now that I could barely keep my balance. She held my ear twisted in a firm grip, as she then talked quietly in my ear, so that only I could hear it. The expression on my face ever so painful. I could even hear her knuckles slide along my ear as she kept twisting it.

"Apologize to Kath, and tell her you're an obedient little whore, okay baby?"

"Yes.. ow.. fuck.. yes," I whispered, while in deep pain.

Jesus, she was going to rip my ear off! She finally let go, to my great relief, even though my ear felt as if it was on fire. I stood there trembling on my legs while I then looked at Kath, who looked at me in that same mean way she always did. God, this was so very humiliating.

"Holy shit," the woman on the couch said, while they were both laughing in astonishment. "I can see why you paid the anti nag money."

"I'm sorry," I swallowed my shame, and did what was asked. "I'm an obedient little whore."

Not even slut. Whore. As Debra requested. Everyone knew she made me apologize and say it.

"Did it hurt?" Kath shot back immediately.

I nodded, while not sure if I wanted to actually answer her. But I did, as I was too afraid of this whole situation by now.

"Yes," I answered, while feeling ashamed of having to even answer.

"I thought so. But you deserved it, didn't you?"

Debra still stood right next to me, as Kath continued to taunt me with her questions.

"Yes," I answered, again, frustrated with what she made me say.

She made me sound as if I was some little girl having done something wrong. But I was 20, dressed like this, and paid for. It was deeply humiliating.

"Do you remember why?"

She just wouldn't let go. I had the feeling I wanted to attack her somehow. Even if I didn't know how.

"Because I didn't answer quick enough."

In my tone, I tried to even make it sound ridiculous, so that others would hear I was not actually accepting my defeat. I shouldn't have.

Without any warning, and seemingly from out of nowhere, yet again, there was this hand near my ear, searching for it under my hair, and seconds later I was already bent slightly towards Debra, while she was twisting it again. The same ear. The same, burning ear. I gasped for air as she forced my head down a little bit, by pulling my ear.

"You're going to change your tone. Aren't you." I heard Debra's voice. Calm. Almost cold.

"Yes.. ow.." I squirmed painfully, as she fortunately let go of my ear much quicker than the first time.

"I don't know if I would be that sarcastic if I was her. Did you hear that?" one of the women chuckled. "That bitch has some passive aggression in her."

"Had." Debra corrected her in that same cold voice.

She finally walked towards the couch on the other side, to sit next to Kath, as the woman tapped on my hip again. I looked over my shoulder once again, while my ear was still burning and hurting like crazy, and my smile was gone. She didn't seem to really care.

"Can you take these off, please," she said softly, even smiling slightly, as she hooked her index finger slightly under the small black thong I was wearing.

I was baffled by the request. Did she not see what just happened? Did she just not notice? Didn't she know empathy? But it was what I was there to do. A striptease. It was all so confusing.

The chatter among the women continued, as I then nodded quietly to the woman, and reached down to hook my thumbs under the small, sexy thong.

"Do you get away with that in the club where she works, or do you pay nag money there as well?" one of the women on the couch asked Debra and Kath curiously.

"Oh, yeah it's just, way stricter," Debra sighed. "You can get away with some things, but before you know it her pimp's on your ass. It's fucking annoying. Pay for that, can't do this, not for too long, bla bla bla."

I heard it in the background as I quietly peeled down the small thong over my butt, along my thighs, down my legs, and quietly stepping out of them. For some reason I felt even more exposed, more vulnerable, in this setting than I did at the club. Maybe because it was just weird being in this small apartment, with so many people paying attention to everything. Or maybe it was again because of Kath, that I felt on edge all the time.

"Crystal probably hates it too, don't you Crystal? Jen being on your ass all the time."

I knew better than disagreeing by now, as I just left my thong on the floor.

"Yeah," I answered, while at the same time, without any warning, the woman's hand would fondle between my legs, her fingers reaching directly for my now exposed pussy.

"Yeah I thought so," Debra continued. "It's nice to not have that bitch around so we can just have our way with you, isn't it? And the pay is a lot better."

I felt I had to answer something, as she got quiet again, looking at me. My back was still turned towards the woman, and her hand was not at all hesitating to feel right between my legs, downright groping my pussy. Every time she did it, she'd first grab between my legs, pressed her fingertips right along my short trimmed blonde strip, and then very slowly moved her fingertips down while pressing into my skin, making sure her middle finger would slide right in between my lips every time she did it, and stopping just before her fingers would slide between my cheeks. Her fingers could be seen from the front, visible from where Kath and Debra were sitting, while underneath, it felt weirdly intimidating. And I swear I was getting wetter by the second, which must have made me look even more like a slut.

I just didn't know where to draw the line. I didn't even know if I dared to draw a line at all. I just didn't know what exactly it was that they expected from me. For that kind of money. For that "by the hour" thing. But I did start to realize that the amount they paid might have been way too excessive for just some teasing.

"Don't worry, we won't tell Jen that you're taking her profit away," she said.

It left me confused, even slightly worried. Was I actually disadvantaging Jen?

"Oh, wow, no more panties," one of the women on the couch then remarked, surprised. "Look!" she said to her girlfriend, probably.

"Yeah, I'm not blind," she chuckled.

"What, did you see her take it off?" the other one continued in her surprised tone.

"No, I didn't honey," she answered, still chuckling.

Again there was this slight tap on my hip, and I looked over my shoulder once again, in the woman's eyes.

"Legs apart please," she asked with that ever soft voice, not to hear for anyone but me.

I parted my legs, while still feeling overwhelmed by all this. Almost as if it was a sign, I immediately felt two of her fingers probing against my pussy lips, and it didn't take long before she dipped in her fingertips, exploring my pussy. But then, as if she had made some sort of mistake, withdrew her fingers again. She reached out with her left hand, and pushed against my hip, as some way to draw attention, or maybe a sign to move.

I looked over my shoulder again, to see what she wanted.

"In front of me please," she said with that ever so soft voice.

I finally turned, took a few steps, and stood in front of her, facing her. This time, wearing nothing but the choker, the belly chain, the black thigh high stockings and shoes.

She reached out to my hips again immediately.

"No," she said with a slight smile, almost a condescending smile. "Face the other way."

"Oh, sorry," I responded with a slight smile.

She was the one woman I thought logically deserved whatever entertainment I provided, since this was her birthday. I turned for her, and somewhat embarrassed, I pushed out my butt again for her, in an act of wanting to at least do this as expected. I immediately felt her hand starting to grope me again the way she did earlier, while her middle finger more and more smoothly slid in between my lips, and her fingers pressing into my skin with a bit more force than before, as if she wanted to show me who was boss.

I felt overwhelmed as I then suddenly saw Kath and Debra both stand up from the couch they were sitting on, both having a somewhat devious look in their eyes. They were clearly coming for me. Kath stopped right in front of me, while Debra halted just aside from me, handing the woman behind me a small bottle. I peeked at it from the corner of my eye, while feeling very uncomfortable with Kath in front of me. Was that lube? When I heard her open the bottle behind me, I knew for sure it was lube. But I was too distracted to really pay attention to it because of having Kath standing in front of me, looking into my eyes with that downright evil expression on her face.

"Hello?" she then said with a taunting voice.

She expected an answer, as I somewhat panicked as I felt Debra's fingers brush through my hair slightly, only to find my earlobe. The one ear that wasn't hurt yet. It sent goosebumps over my upper arms. I really, really didn't want her to do that thing again.

"Hello," I just answered, awkwardly.

It was as if she was playing some kind of childish game.

"Ah, so you're not deaf," she then mockingly answered. "I think Debra asked you a question."

Again that look, as I didn't even remember what question that was, being so overwhelmed with all this.

"I'm sorry, I forgot."

"300 bucks doesn't fix stupidity, I guess," she grinned as at the same time she reached out to my breasts, only gently taking both my nipples between her thumb and index fingers.

Now I felt threatened by both Debra playing with my earlobe, and Kath's fingers on my nipples. Meanwhile, the woman was still slowly groping my pussy with her one hand, sometimes running her finger through my lips. Then I felt Kath pull on my nipples just slightly.

"Debra asked whether you thought it was so great that Jen isn't here so we can have our way with you, and you can finally make some good money," she said, as she pulled a little harder.

I thought it'd be best to just agree. With anything, at this point.

"Mhm, yeah," I answered quickly.

Then, suddenly, under me, I felt a somewhat cold probe of a finger, then another, only to push right into my pussy, very deep. Holy shit. The birthday woman was not holding back. Like not at all. The lube causing her finger to slide in so easily, and so deeply, it was almost shocking. I trembled on my high heels for a second, as Kath's grip around my nipples strengthened a bit.

The woman started to fuck me with her two fingers rhythmically, and deeply. Right in front of that group of women, I was downright getting fucked.

"You love making money, don't you, pretty little bitch," Kath continued to humiliate me.

I could barely believe how I was getting fucked in the middle of the room, just like that, while I felt my nipples being pulled harder and harder.

"Say it," she then said as she would suddenly twist my nipples painfully.

Debra was still just painfully playing with my ear. I hardly knew what to pay attention to. The woman was probing me deeply, sliding in and out of my pussy with her two lubed up fingers.

"Ow.. I love making money," I squirmed as I felt my nipples get twisted.

"See this is why you pay nag money, and this is where Jen goes, 'oh, no marks, she has other customers, bla bla bla', while she just wants to make money," Kath continued. "Say it again."

"I love making money," I squirmed again, after which she finally let go of my nipples.

"Yeah, we know you do," one of the women on the couch said sarcastically.

I didn't have those two on my side either. Sure, they didn't seem to be as much into it as Kath or Debra were, but if anything, they saw me as, well, an actual hooker. Because I was getting the impression that that was how they actually saw me.

I couldn't believe I was being fucked in the middle of the room, while Kath continued to stare into my eyes deviously, while my body heated up and I hardly noticed how I was breathing more heavily as I undeniably got aroused from getting fucked like that.

She pushed deep and slow, and the wet, pumping sound of her fingers in my now lubed up pussy would be very easy to hear whenever there was a quiet moment. The two women on the couch stared with a slightly astonished smile. They had never seen anything like this.

"Jesus.. just when you thought you had seen it all," one of them laughed while looking surprised.

Meanwhile, Jen teasingly brushed her fingers against my very sore, sensitive nipples, which could not possibly become any harder.

"That's a good slut," Kath said, as she clearly enjoyed that moment where they had complete control over me.

Debra was still playing with my earlobe from aside of me, and I was so relieved that I apparently did well so that she wouldn't do that nasty twisting again. I preferred looking like a complete slut than enduring that intense, humiliating pain again.

"See, she can be a good little hooker, she just needs a bit of motivation," Debra mockingly said.

I just peeked at her, while the others laughed at her joke. Or whatever it was. She noticed I peeked.

"Isn't that right Crystal, you sometimes have motivation issues, don't you?" she asked while looking into my eyes, as I couldn't believe she again expected an answer. A satisfying answer. But I knew very well what would happen if I wouldn't answer as she expected.

"Yeah," I answered, embarrassed, my mouth still opened slightly and breathing heavily as the woman behind me would keep her steady rhythm as she'd push her two fingers in and out of my pussy.

One of the women on the couch giggled at the so obviously forced answer.

"Yeah.. you do.." she continued her endless taunting. "But I'm sure you're glad we help you with that, aren't you, despite already paying so much for you to behave like a good little slut," she then added harshly, for a brief moment strengthening her grip around my earlobe, seeming to be even serious about what she said.

My legs trembled again, as I was scared to death she'd do it again.

"Yes," I immediately answered, but she wouldn't let go just yet.

"Yeah? So in return, are you going to give us something as a bonus?" she said as she'd then move her fingers up my ear, and I was able to hear and feel her fingers so clearly moving around my ear, which gave me goosebumps a second time.

The woman behind me suddenly pulled her fingers out of my pussy, almost just casually, as I could hear her pop the cap off the bottle of lube once again, and heard her squeeze some lube out of it, while I stood there, feeling naked and open after having been fucked with her two fingers so deeply for at least, well, I don't know how many minutes. I had no concept of time during this weird adventure. Kath finally turned her back to us, and walked back to the couch.

I felt slightly cautious now, even while feeling the threat of Debra's fingers, and her playing her guilt game in some twisted way.

"Eh.. like what?" I answered, while at the same time I felt the woman's lubed up, cold finger tops against my pussy lips again, and seconds later, pushing right into my pussy again.

I sighed, as I felt her two fingers push deep into my pussy again, just like before. As if I was some kind of object, something she left alone for a few seconds, only to start playing with again later.

"How about we get anal as a bonus," she then said, almost in a dry tone.

"You still don't get that for 300?" one of the women on the couch said, they were clearly overhearing anything that was said.

"Anal's always extra," Debra said as she turned her eyes towards the women on the couch, as if she wanted to explain clearly how it worked.

I didn't even know how it worked, and I really wasn't sure what to answer. Anal? Seriously? Anal what, even? But Debra turned her eyes to mine again.

"Eh.. I mean.." I started, as she'd give me that look again, while Kath returned from the couch.

"Yeah, you mean you're a greedy little whore," Kath spat at me, "I expected as much, here," as she got another 100 dollar bill in her hand, reached to my leg, pulled on my stocking slightly, and just slid the bill under it.

Everyone was able to see the 100 dollar bill under my black, sexy stocking. Did she just seriously pay me for..? What followed went somewhat quick. I felt the woman pull out her fingers once again, and again I heard the cap pop, while Kath reached to my nipples again, gripping both of them between her fingers, and Debra grabbing my hair in a ponytail, and slightly pulling my head back. It felt as if I was being locked into a position like that, as I arched my back because of her pulling my head back by my hair, feeling worried about Kath's fingers around my nipples. And just as Kath started pinching my nipples a bit harder, I felt a lubed up finger running right through my crack, and not even a second later, probe against my ass. I sighed deeply, as she'd then, without mercy, push her slippery smooth finger right into my tight asshole as I quivered, in this very uncomfortable position for this - standing up straight.

"Ow, fuck.." I squirmed, with a painful expression on my face.

"That's it baby, that's it," Debra said, as if she was calming me, or encouraging me, I didn't know what she intended.

The woman then steadily started to finger my ass, just as she did with my pussy. Slow and deep, as if the rhythm couldn't be interrupted, while I was held there by my hairs, my chin lifted up, my back arched causing my butt to stick out and my breasts pushed forward, while Kath slowly, but clearly pinched my nipples, pulling on them, twisting them slightly. It looked playful probably, but it hurt. Everything they did intensified what the other was doing.

I could hear giggling from the couch as I was being fucked standing up, in my ass, just like that. Wearing nothing but those high heels and stockings, and the fake jewelry even accentuating the slutty image.

"That pretty little student is more hardcore than I thought," I heard her say from the couch, while I really didn't want to look.

Kath stood in front of me, with that taunting, almost threatening look in her eyes. As if she wanted to suppress any kind of protest that could possibly escape my lips. But I was too overwhelmed to protest. Her one finger then finally let go of my right nipple, and then traced over my body, downward. Over my bare, flat tummy, and very clearly towards my pussy. She then teasingly cupped my pussy, while I was still steadily getting finger fucked in my ass, and Debra holding my hair, causing my chin to be lifted up a bit.

"Hey, fucking spread 'em," she then suddenly said in an aggressive tone, as I felt a sharp slap on my inner thigh.

I gasped, as I desperately put my feet apart, feeling even more uncomfortable in my position, giving her hand free access. As if she didn't have access.

"What the fuck were you doing? Aren't we paying enough for that pussy?" she continued her aggressive voice, as I looked into her eyes.

I felt actually scared by that intensely angry look. I couldn't figure out if she was playing a game or whether her emotion was real.

"Sorry," I answered awkwardly, deeply embarrassed, but scared enough to be ever so agreeable.

Another amazed, but amused giggle from the couch. Instead of feeling sorry for how demeaning Kath was treating me, at least one of the women on the couch thought it was amusing at least.

"Yeah you fucking should be," she continued, while she was caressing my pussy softly with her hand, cupping it, then stroking it softly again.

"You got some things to learn, don't you," she continued in that intimidating, cold tone.

I hesitated. This was just so humiliating, in front of all these women. While still getting fucked like this. I could feel the woman pulling out her finger finally, but as it turned out, only to lube up once more, and simply entering and continuing again. Jesus. My ass was starting to hurt.

"Yeah.." I answered, feeling frustrated about having her treat me like this. But I figured it certainly wasn't a good idea to not go along into her little game.

"Maybe I should rent you for myself for a few hours at my place, and teach you some manners, I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you."

I couldn't think straight. Was she playing a game? Was she actually planning to do that? She could get my number from Debra, after all. I figured I'd just make up some excuse if she really tried. So I continued to play along, as the look in her eyes was scary enough to keep answering.

"Yes.." I answered, knowing very well I was lying.

"Well, maybe she likes you after all!" One of the women behind her laughed.

"I think she likes her wallet," the other one promptly added.

"Yeah, I bet you would," Kath continued as if the others didn't exist. "400 for some kinky shit and pussy and ass, how's that sound, that sounds good, doesn't it," she went on. "Pretty good money huh, to be taught some manners, isn't it," she kept pushing me.

It sounded like a game, or at least, if she would actually want that, it would be something in the far away future that I should be able to avoid easily. The way they were treating me, all I could do was play along and make sure I'd get through it without any bruises.

I was still getting my ass finger fucked deep and steady from behind, and my head was slightly tilted still by Debra, while Kath was cupping, almost petting my pussy. This was way, way more extreme than the slightly innocent striptease or light things that I imagined I'd do today. It was downright as if I was an actual prostitute. They made me into one. Should I simply have been more assertive? Tell them that some things really were off limits? But the way they seemed to be expecting things, the way they seemed to regard all this as normal, it made me feel so insecure about what I got myself into and confused about what I promised them by agreeing to come over for this amount of money.

"Mhm," I then answered, confused, unsure about what the meaning of this was, but acting agreeable to their little game.

"Tell me it's very good money, I want to hear that you're into it," and with that, she gave me a slap on my pussy. Not excessively hard, but hard enough to send a shiver through my body.

The sound of it might have been the worst part. I squirmed slightly.

"It's very good money," I answered, feeling the pressure.

"Say, I'd love to be taught manners," she continued to push, now simply caressing my lips, but I could hear the threat in her voice.

I had to go with the flow. I didn't know what she was capable of if I'd not agree. I certainly knew by now that they could be terribly mean and enjoying it. And what would it matter. I'm going to be out of here soon enough, and that's that. Never again.

"I'd love to be taught manners."

She looked into my eyes with a deep, almost mysterious look, and a slight smile around her lips, while my head was still held back by Debra.

"Good.. anything for money, huh."

As Kath made her remark, I could finally feel the deep probing finger sliding out of my ass. I sighed as it finally left my heated up, lubed up little hole. Debra finally let go of my ponytail, while she turned her attention to the woman sitting behind me. The birthday woman, who had been fingering my butt for what, 15 minutes? Jesus, it felt as if it was on fire.

"And??" she asked the woman curiously.

"Hm yeah.. nice and tight, she's pretty too" I heard her say from behind me.

"How about you give her the birthday kiss you promised now," Debra then said to me.

I didn't promise anything. She just keeps putting words in my mouth. Or actions.

But I supposed it's the least they could expect from hiring me. I finally turned, to face the slight smile of the woman who just fingered my ass for quite some time, looking up to me.

"Here, put your knee up here," Kath then pushed my lower back as she pointed to the small bit of free space on the chair the woman was sitting.

I had no choice but to bend all the way to her as I placed my knee on the chair, causing my butt to stick out far, while my face was only inches apart from the woman's face. That's how I kissed her. I knew they weren't expecting some kind of prude kiss, and I didn't want to look dumb now. Soft kisses first, but followed quick enough by some tongue, while I felt someone squeezing my cheeks just slightly from behind.

"That's so sweet, look at that," one of the women on the couch commented.

"Oh she looks innocent, but make no mistake, she's just another slut," Debra laughed.

I kept being surprised about all these misconceptions about me, and how they kept up this image of me as somehow being a professional prostitute. I even started to doubt whether this was something that I caused myself, instead of them creating that image of me.

As my butt was now sticking out, I could feel the air in the room touching my lubed up, still painful, exposed asshole. I bet they could even see it. It was such an embarrassing idea, and Kath was kneading my cheeks on top of it, exposing my just fucked hole completely. Or at least, I thought it was Kath. But it was Debra, and Kath seemed to have disappeared as Debra tapped my upper arm, and I broke the deep kiss I was engaged in with the woman, and finally turned my face to her again.

"Come on, get up," she told me quietly, and as I got up, the woman reached out to stroke my hair with that ever so slight, unclear smile.

"Any of you want a quick go before we're out of time?" Debra then turned towards the woman on the couch. "You chipped in after all."

"Oh I'm good, I'm not really into that whole hooker thing myself," one of them said, and I could see the other one looking unsure now.

They were probably a couple.

"As opposed to Donna over here, she's been drooling all over that slut's ass the moment she walked into the room," she sneered at the other one.

Donna responded with a bright smile, and a gesture as if she couldn't help it.

"What can I say, I'm a sucker for college girls like that. Who isn't, seriously."

"It has not escaped my attention."

"Well, she's here now, how much are you allowed," Debra then asked Donna, still pushing them, as I stood there next to Debra, awkwardly, waiting for whatever they'd ask of me.

"How about I get a nice birthday kiss from her as well, and I buy you dinner, how about that," Donna then said to the woman who was now obviously her partner.

Her partner stared at her, in a playful, accusing way.

"Well, I gotta tell you, the last part saved your ass," she finally answered.

I felt Debra's hand push into my lower back, as she felt no more words were needed to instruct me on what to do. I walked towards the two butch lesbians on the couch, and smiled at Donna.

"How about you sit down on my lap," she said as I approached her. "No, no, facing me, straddle me with those pretty legs," she said.

I did as she asked me to, and carefully put one knee on the couch, lowered myself on her lap, and placed my other knee on her other side, immediately feeling her hand caress my naked back. The contrast between the two of us must have been huge; a slim, long legged, long haired blonde dressed in just black stockings, high heels and some jewelry, on the lap of this big butch woman.

I smiled slightly, as I then leaned forward, even daring to take initiative now that I was finally facing someone who was at least friendly to me. Maybe this was the sort of adventure I was actually looking for in the first place.

It was only a matter of seconds, before her tongue was touching mine, and mine curled around hers. She very clearly enjoyed it, as the caressing on my back intensified.

Then, strangely, I heard the lock of what seemed to be the front door unlock. I could hear footsteps in the hallway coming our way, and as I was still kissing Donna, I felt a short, sharp smack on my butt.

"Enough, let's go, get dressed, you can shower at my place."

When I ended the kiss and looked over my shoulder, I saw the piercing eyes of Debra looking into mine, holding a bundle of $100 notes up for me to see.