The furniture fund was paid off within two weeks and then we were beginning to get into serious money. As I mentioned earlier, Jerome had more than one club in the area, and the girls sometimes shifted between them when somebody was sick or just short in artistes, and they did like talking amongst themselves, so I began getting queries from the others if there was a vacancy in our place. It seemed that they all liked a piece of cock and were prepared to devote a day to having some either orally or anally.
I was still having Lord Toby Savage on a regular basis once a week and going home on Tuesday night and leaving Thursday morning, and having Phillip sometime during this period. Not that Vicky went short of me shafting her, vowing that I had missed her during the week in London.
The furniture fund, or which became shortened to the fund, grew, as I always kept some of the money back for a rainy day so to speak. I, and not boasting, could pull in a client to fuck me every night if I wished, and did most times, so the money built up.
What with having to turn these other men down, who only wanted to fuck another man that was dressed up as a woman, made me call a meeting of the four of us.
`Look, we've been doing very well up to now, but I am seriously thinking that we should expand. Get a bigger place and more of the others who want to earn the extra cash. Let's keep it all under one roof, in one cottage so to speak, what say you? Let's make it a proper business by taking the money at the door as it were, giving each a fixed amount per client without the girls paying rent. Then at the end of a year, divi up what's left, now how does that grab you? Each of us having a share in our own whorehouse!'
As they all were earning more money now by selling their back-sides this way than they had before, were all for it. So I opened a bank account in the name of the Artois Residential Service Enterprise. Into this went all our earnings on a weekly basis to give us later creditability for what we had planned.
Then with several thousand pounds on deposit later, asked the bank for a mortgage on a house that we thought was admirable to be our own whorehouse. With the regular amount of money that was going in, agreed to us having a mortgage on a property that was suitable to our needs. Well it wasn't one, but two in Bedford Square, adjoining each other. Unbeknown to the owners, because we could only get leasehold, knocked through the walls to make the two into one.
Then we got the other girls who had wanted to join us, to move in and then I had twenty bedrooms under my control that were used not just by the girls for sleeping and living in, but were being used for their sexual activities. If one girl had contracted a trick for the night, she passed on another client to one of the others. It was surprising, well I found it so, that so many men in London who would rather fuck another man as there were that wanted a woman.
My sex life and that of Pearl's became restricted, because one of us had to be there when they all started to troop in around two in the morning to take their money as they arrived. This meant, although we had turned a few tricks during the show, we had to leave as soon as we could to be at the house before the others started to arrive with their night partners.
This I had to put a stop to, because it was beginning to kill me. All this rushing about, performing, turning tricks, and then seeing to the business of the house, and then having to be a sex machine for the guy I had snared for the night. It wasn't so bad once all the girls were in with their men, if it was a full house, because it netted us two thousand pounds for the night, gross.
Okay, we didn't take this much every night, but it was never less than one thousand. That's why Pearl had to do a shift on some nights instead of me. I couldn't keep my trick hanging about every night till they all clocked in.
I tried counting when my man was inside me, and for every thrust into me, I clocked up a hundred pounds. Not one of them ever reached the total intake of the house before they came inside me. I then realised that when I was doing this, I was becoming a machine and not getting the enjoyment out of it that I should be. It's all very well taking one hundred pounds for the night and not giving good value, so I had to shut down that side of my mind and give better than I got.
I hadn't realised that an erect cock could come in so many different shapes and sizes. Straight, bent, curved and banana. Thick, thin, fat, small, long, short and those in between. I sucked them all and also took them up my back passage, to my, and their pleasure. All twenty of us finished having our regulars and then I found that we still didn't have enough `girls' to satisfy the number of growing clients.
I called a meeting of the other three and told them that if we carried on as we were, we were more than likely to get busted by the police for running a brothel. We were becoming too well known by punters as well as the others that wanted to be part of the stable as it were. They didn't like it when I said that we should shut down the house and think along different lines.
Wow, did that go down like a brick. The three of them tried talking at the same time and none of what they said made sense. When they finished speaking out their views and arguments about not closing, I then reminded them that we were, in the eyes of the law, running a brothel. We took the money at the door for one person to have sex with another. That is fact, I stressed to them, and that is what can get us either a stiff fine or a prison sentence.
`Now listen to what I propose. I've found an old hotel that has two hundred bedrooms, each with its own bathroom and toilet. We've enough money in the kitty to be able to buy with the help of a mortgage and get it up and running as an hostel.'
`Hostel? Like the Y.M.C.A. you mean?' Trixie asked.
`Exactly. This is the way I see it. We charge for the room on a weekly basis and whatever happens in that room is of no concern to us. That way we are not accepting money for any services rendered by the occupants.'
`How much do we charge them?' Pearl asked.
Look, before we go into that, let me say what I think we should do and then let's sort out the price later. In the charge of the room let's add all food and laundry. What I suggest is that what the occupant of the room pays for is of the following and that we have a cafeteria style dining room, because many of the people who would be staying here will have different day time occupations,' I added with a laugh. This cafeteria would also be open to these clients of theirs. We would also provide a change of linen once a week, two sheets, two pillow cases and two towels. Each occupant is responsible to keep their own quarters clean. Think now at how much we were paying for one room with a shared bathroom and having to do our own food shopping and laundry. How much was that costing us each week? Come on Fiona, let's hear you give your pennyworth on this.'
`Well, it did differ somewhat week to week, but, well, I think I was parting with nearly two hundred pounds a week.'
Exactly my figure,' I pounced. Think of it! You have your own room, with bathroom. Your laundry done and food whenever you wanted already cooked for you! If that's not worth two hundred pounds a week, something's really wrong somewhere. So if they bring in the clients, that's the bonus, if they are already earning a salary or weekly wage.
Think of it! I know that I can pull in more than that and so could you. But this is the beauty of it. You wouldn't have to!'
This brought out a babble of questions that I knew would be asked and I was ready for them.
Now look at it this way. Let's start with the fact that there are two hundred rooms, discounting us and odd staff for the moment. If we charged two hundred pounds per week, all found, we'd be taking in forty thousand pounds or thereabouts per week.' This brought some gasps from the others. But don't be fooled by that, because it will be much less after expenses. Now we will give them a receipt for full board and lodging for only one hundred pounds. By the way, they have to pay us in cash. Now the way I have worked it out is that all expenses, labour, food, laundry, mortgage, insurance and of course, our wages, comes out of that one hundred pounds that we have given a receipt for. Which means that we would have nearly twenty thousand pounds to share out as our bonus, per week! Five thousand each!'
Didn't this set them talking! Of course my figures were way off in reality, but it was the thought that I had put into their minds that made them all go for the plan for buying this hotel to turn it into a hostel for single men.
So we bought this old hotel just off the Tottenham Court Road. We only had forty thousand pounds in our kitty at that point, but, the bank we approached had a manager that we knew would be on our side. It wasn't one of us four that saw him on a regular basis, but Miss Clementine made the introduction and things went as smooth as silk from there on in. Him and his bank accepted the mortgage and we saw that Clementine and the manager were suitably rewarded, i.e., free service for one whole year at our expense. We even got the bonus of having the extras that we'd missed, added in.
It took nearly six months to bring the hotel up to the standard that I wanted it to be. Like the putting in of the little extras that would safeguard the place. For example. One person who was like us and eventually became an occupant of the hostel was an electrician by trade. At cost, he rewired a series of ring mains where the bedside lamps were on a separate circuit. This involved all five floors as there were forty rooms on each level, and into each lamp was fitted a buzzer that worked from the earth socket of the plug, the whole building in respect of this circuit to the bedrooms was earthed before the line went into the rooms. Inside this line, using this earthing prong of the plug he was able to set the lamp to flashing and a buzzer sounding in the base if the main button was pushed down at reception.
This was brilliant and well worth the five thousand pounds it cost, so that if ever this button was pressed from under the reception desk, each lamp in every room would flash whether it was switched on or not and the buzzer in the base would sound. That it proved its worth was apparent at a later date when we did get raided by the police.
But this took time and we still had to live our lives until the hostel was ready. Vicky couldn't understand why I still came home very tired for my now one day off. She was happy enough with accepting whatever amount of money she asked for, but still wanted to know what was I doing to make myself so tired. Don't get me wrong in thinking that I didn't love Vicky. I loved her enormously and our two children, but I knew I was on a roll and I was going to get as much out of it as I could before the bubble burst, that it would was as certain as the sun rises in the East. I still made it a point of saving myself so that I could still sexually satisfy Vicky when I was at home, as Phillip saved himself up for me.
The fact that Phillip had changed his day off to coincide with mine didn't make any impact on Joan or Vicky and both seemed to come to accept that we would retire to the garage for a bull session on this day. So after doing my duty as a husband to Vicky during the night, after breakfast and sometime in the morning, I would go down to talk to Phillip.
We had by now dispensed with my dressing up for the occasion, as I would cross into his garden and after hearty slaps on the back, we would go on into his garage. Here we would go up into the loft and he would draw the ladder up behind us. Then we would go into each other's arms and kiss as we gently disrobed each other. I was only too happy to go down on my knees and suck on his erection, but only so far as I still wanted him to use that tool of his inside me. Then we would move to the bed and he would don a condom and give me a good fucking.
Then, with the condom off, I would suck on him again to drag out what was left as he sucked on me to take the full amount I had inside my balls. With sperm coated lips, we would kiss and cuddle each other until we could arouse ourselves again for another session. I did love these seconds, as he would ease me down onto the bed and stay inside me for as long as he could. His weight was a pleasure as was his hardness staying up inside me as we lay joined together and would talk. Apart from him professing his love for me each time, he asked about how things were going on in London. I've even got him to come twice in the same condom in telling him of some of my sexual exploits. But, it was case of need to know as to tell him of how far I was going in my new profession.
So after, with him pulling out of me and my subsequent sucking of his wilting member, we would get dressed and go and have dinner that night together in one house or the other which in itself had become some sort of ritual.
Now I had given up the previous year's holiday camp holiday claiming that my work prevented me from joining them, even though we had free tickets. It was the next year that I went with the family and it was here I got my revenge, if you can call it that, by getting our wives, Joan and Vicky into getting Phillip to dress up and be my partner on the stage for the talent night contest.
`No! I won't do it!' he protested when the idea was presented to him.
`You were all for it when I was made to do it,' I told him.
But that's different,' he cried. You wanted to do it.'
`Not at the time,' I replied.
That's right,' interjected Vicky which was echoed by Joan. You wanted to see him dressed up, well we want to see you do the same.' Joan was all for it too and even produced another wig to replace the one that I had finished up commandeering.
`If he could do it, so can you!' were the final words from Joan.
`So let's hear no more protests, you are going up there with René,' Joan said to close the argument.
`But I can't sing,' he carried on in his protest.
Just keep the tune,' I said, and you'll find it'll give you the biggest hard on you've ever had.' This last being said quite quietly so that only he could hear.
So despite his protestations, he was ensconced in his caravan to go through the same experience I had of being dressed and made up as a female. Mind you, he did look almost as good as looking as me when our wives had finished with him.
We'd already gone through what we would be performing and so he knew most of the words of which there weren't many and it was more that he must hang on and follow what I did. Our costumes were the same and it came our turn and out we went and sang `Sisters'.
He fluffed a bit, but with the waving of the fans it went unnoticed and we finished to great applause, especially when the wigs came off to reveal that we were males. That we won hands down goes without saying, and I actually got to kiss him on the lips on the stage while we were still wearing our wigs.
I got taken to task over this by Vicky when we joined her and Joan at our table. The kids had thought it was a great hoot that their two dads had the guts to do this in front of all those people that were there in the camp's club.
Phillip and I managed to get into the caravan before the others, still wearing our dresses, and we went into a clinch and kissed with great passion.
That was great,' he enthused as we fiercely kissed, and I could feel under his dress that he was as hard as I was. I didn't think I could do it!' Then before the others arrived, his head was under my dress and he sucked me off. I nearly got caught out, because I had his dress down on the floor and had just reciprocated by taking him in my mouth, taking the full splurge of his excitement when the caravan door opened.
`What are you doing?' was the question asked by Vicky as she saw me on my knees by the partially undressed Phillip.
`Getting these bloody stupid studs off his nylons,' I said as he had turned away from the opening of the door to hide his erection. I carried on to release the side studs and I think I got away with it as Joan came in and distracted her for him to cover himself as we started to take the rest of our outer clothing off.
`That was close,' I whispered in his ear as we moved about in the close confines.
Let's go to the men's toilets, I'm still randy,' he said. So that's what we did, and there I fucked Phillip for the first time, in the cottage of that holiday camp. That he had me too goes without saying, but to have taken him was a milestone. To say that I turned him is a moot point, but six months later, much to Pearl's disappointment, Phillip became my husband' in our world.
I loved Pearl in our way, but I had to tell her that Phillip had been my first and would remain so. So she accepted it and they became good friends in time, but I am digressing too far into the future. In spite of us being neighbours, having our own wives and good friends and all that, we were now becoming lovers in the true sense. The parody of our marriage was made in our house in Bedford Square before we took control of the hostel. Phillip had wanted, no begged, to be in and take more part in the world that I now was living in after I had told him what I was doing and where I was going.
So I was dressed in white and him in black, we were wed and then he had to take me in front of the congregation of three, these being Pearl, Trixie and Fiona. They loved it, they said afterwards, to watch him pull his erection out and stick it inside and fuck me. They applauded the event and we all had a bloody good piss up after to celebrate this marriage and our consummation of it.
Then came the time to talk to our respective legal wives. I went first to say to Vicky as the four of us sat in our lounge one evening, that I was now leaving the singing profession to run a hostel as managing director. Just this statement alone brought on many questions. I answered as many as I could with half truths until I dropped the other bombshell to say that Phillip had given up his job in the betting shop to help me run the place.
What shut our two wives up was the fact of them hearing about our salary, that is what I called it, and that it would be in the region of five hundred pounds a week, almost double what we had been getting in our previous jobs.
Then I was the best thing since sliced bread. Vicky and Joan spent our predicted earnings three times over in the space of ten minutes in what they could and would do with this extra income. No more holiday camps and scrimping to save for it. Clothes for the children and, well you name it, they were spending for it.
Pearl hadn't liked me taking Phillip in like this, but I assured them that he had no part or parcel of what we had originally proposed. As an aside, I said that he would be like what is called a kept husband. Though this in itself didn't last, but that, also comes later.
Now that I had made known to Vicky what I was doing, or rather attempting to do and I had her whole hearted support knowing that for the next few months I would have to spend most of my time in London to see to the hostel taking off.
So when Phillip wasn't inside me, he was beside me, though he did get petulant when I disappeared the same night every week and the following day. Though I might have `married' Phillip, I wasn't giving up Toby.
I think he knew I was seeing someone else, but, the love that was now beginning to come to us, he didn't question me on my one night's disappearance every week and threw himself wholeheartedly into our venture.
He said he felt strange when we had our weekly meeting, that is with Fiona, Trixie, Pearl and myself being there dressed as women and him appearing attired as a man. I didn't want to push him, but he surprised the others as well as myself when he turned up at our next meeting dressed as we were. I guessed he might, and when he came into the room like that, I couldn't help but jump up and kiss him for his now total approbation to be one of us. The others applauded his coming out as it were and from then on, he was known as one of the girls.
He took the title of Phillipa and the recognised husband of myself. I must say it was great to take him back to my room dressed as he was, and there, dressed as two women, we kissed and then made love to each other, taking our pleasure as only two men can by fucking each other in turn.
He also gave up his job in the betting shop and became my right hand person in setting up and finalising the deal for the hostel to which we gave it the name of the Wellcome Inn Hostel.
He saw, and dealt with all the contractors doing to the inside of the building that I wanted, while the rest of us carried on with our profession in Bedford Square until such time that we could move in ourselves. I didn't realise how hard he could be when it came to the hiring of staff, because he laid down the law in what their duties would be and what was expected of them. He also became our accountant and I saw that he got an extra share out of my takings.
We had to deplete a number of rooms that would be to let to accommodate the staff we employed, but this was a small price to pay for what he got us. The housekeeper was an ageing queen, who for one hundred pounds a week wage with all found, would see to the linen and laundry side of the hostel as well as being in charge of the cleaners. He, or let's keep it in the family, she, saw to the linen change of the rooms. Top floor on Monday, second floor on Tuesday etc. With five floors of forty rooms each, it was enough to keep her busy.
Let me explain here that everyone who took a room in the hostel were issued with two complete sets of linen, and the dirty linen would be collected on the given day each week from just inside the door and be replaced with fresh changes. The occupant was responsible for the cleaning of the interior, because it was really their home when it came down to it. No dirty linen for changing, tough tit. It would cost them to ring the house keeper to change out of the rota or if they wanted extra towels or sheets etc. This Phillip made quite clear what she, the house-keeper, was in charge of. As long as she didn't charge too much for these `extras', we would turn a blind eye for her to supplement her wages in this way as long as the laundry list didn't exceed the number of rooms that she served. That meant that as long as no more than four hundred sheets, pillow cases etc were sent out to the laundry, she could make what she wanted out of the tenants.
So that was another room of the two hundred that we would lose in the eventual revenue, bearing in mind that we had already lost four for us originators. The old queen had one stipulation and that was that she got to be fucked at least once a month. For that small service, we drew straws to oblige because she became a veritable treasure in the job of housekeeper.
I'm afraid I've got to break up the continuity of the story, though it was happening as things progressed with the hostel, because you bought this book for the sexual content as well as having a story at the same time.