The House

Marie shut the door to the security office sliding the bolt into place. She took her place in her large leather chair. The banks of small screens showed grainy black and white images of the rooms, some occupied with her girls indulging the clients, others empty. She turned the switch for the large screen and checked each occupied room in more detail. Happy with how the business was running she reached under the table and flicked the hidden switch.

The image of the large screen vanished into a dot. She switched the channel box to off and the screen turned back on, her elaborate system probably unnecessary kept her feeling secure, she was the only one with a key to the room.

The screen no longer showed a low quality black and white fuzzy image but a bright vibrant image. The room was one of the largest in the house, a central double bed with crimson bedding, the walls covered with art work. A large mahogany wardrobe sat in the corner off-screen filled with costumes and accessories. The only other furniture a small bedside cabinet, and an arm chain in the corner, the cabinet covered in a few of the clients possessions and the arm covered in his clothes.

At the foot of the bed lay a crumpled silk dressing gown, a heap of purple material with a black embroidered butterfly visible in amongst the folds. It was the same gown as Marie wore, each of her girls had one, the butterfly above the left breast matched the business cards.

Marie took in the details of the room in a brief scan, smart clothes on the chair, bulging wallet on the side, signs of a large tipper if treated right. Her attention focused on the bed, the client was on top of the covers, the girl sat on top of him. Marie bit her bottom lip as she watched her angel slowly rocking back and forth.

Marie had found her angel a couple of years ago, she had turned up with a business card signed by one of Marie's girls who had moved onto a more respectable lifestyle. Katie was scared, hungry and covered in bruises, and using a fake name. She had been working the streets for over a month, some of her older bruises caused by men who didn't want to pay for her services, or those who wanted services she was unwilling to provide. The most recent bruises caused by a pimp who disapproved of independent workers on his patch.

Marie never found out how she acquired the business card, or what her real name was, or what had led her to prostitution. Marie never pushed too hard to find out about the girls past, just as she never divulged anything of her past to them. What she did do was to bathe Katie and examine her wounds, her shoulder was a mess of colours, browns, yellows and purples but would recover.

It was during the bath that she started thinking of Katie as her angel, with the dirt washed out of her hair it was golden, her large eyes were blue and her lips had a natural redness. She stroked the sponge lightly over soft pale skin.

Marie had never been attracted to men, she blamed her childhood, abused by an uncle and beaten by her father for making up lies when she tried to tell him. But it wasn't until she was touching her angel that she felt herself actually becoming aroused by another person. Marie had always been professional, she prided herself on it, but if it hadn't been for the bruises she would not have been able to stop her fingers from exploring more than the injuries.

Her angel had stayed in the house for a week before she started work, makeup managing to cover the few faint bruises that hadn't completely faded. Marie had watched every moment of that first week. Each day her angel growing more confident, the first day all she had managed to lie back and not appear too repulsed, by the end of the week was taking control and putting in performances that started gaining her large tips.
That first week of watching on the small grainy screen had been frustrating, Marie longed to see more clearly, to hear the noises coming from silent lips. She brought herself to orgasm more times in that week than in the whole of her life before finding her angel. Her fingertips were barely required, the silent video gave her enough stimulation alone.

She invested in the colour camera with sound soon after, she also soundproofed the security office. The first day with sound and colour she fell asleep exhausted in the chair.

Over the following months she constantly debated taking Katie aside and telling her how she felt, or offering to help her with a client. She had only had one 'girl on girl' experience, it wasn't lesbian, her motive was more maternal than erotic.

Marie had left home at 16. Her sweaty uncle had violated her every weekend when she had to stay with him since she had turned 10 and her fathers work schedule had changed. Her father had started beating her she was 12, punishment for making up disgusting stories about his brother, but over the years he needed less and less of an excuse for hitting her.

She was sat on the bus going to her uncle's and simply didn't get off at his stop. She sat on the bus till she reached the coach station, where she swapped for the coach going the furthest that she could afford. She had no plans, only one change of clothes, the money in her jeans pocket and a packet of cigarettes for her uncle.

The coach stopped in a run down industrial section of a city she hadn't heard of, the sun had set a couple of hours ago and it had begun raining shortly after. She was the only one to get off the bus and city loomed grey and depressing around her. She had a white top on and the rain was quickly soaking it so it stuck to her skin, her bra becoming visible beneath.

That first night she spent in an ally, in the morning her jeans were wet and covered in dirt. She stripped off her top behind a dumpster putting on the clean one from her bag. She managed to trade the cigarettes for her lunch. By dusk she found herself outside a drive-in. She was trying to peer over the top of the fence to see the screen, speakers were blasting the noise of adverts at the cars but she could get a good view.

A car pulled up behind her, she turned round when she realised it hadn't moved.

“Hey you, want to watch the film?” He spoke low and his voice reminded her of how her uncle spoke to her when he would crack open her door and sneak into her room.

“Me?” She knew it was a stupid thing to say but her mind was blank.

“I like company, watching a film by yourself is rather sad.”

“Err, OK I guess.” Her head was screaming at her not to, but she needed to do something.

The film was actually a late night double special the first was an OK horror film, although she missed the first half hour due to constantly looking at him worried about what he was going to do. Between the films he bought them dogs and they even chatted about the film.

The second film was meant to be a horror but it didn't take her long to realise that it was porn hidding behind a horror title. During one particularly poor attempt at acting she glanced across at him, it took her a couple of seconds to register that in his lap he held his cock. She gasped and he turned to face her.
“How about you thank me for bringing you?” His hand was slowly stroking himself as he spoke.

“I'm sorry, I think this was a mistake, I better leave.” She started to grope for the door handle behind her not wanting to turn her back to him.

“You need more? Two films and dinner not enough? How about a twenty on top?” His free hand managed to pull a twenty from his pocket and threw it at her.

Looking at the note her hand stopped looking for handle, she was torn. She needed money, she needed food and a place to stay that wasn't an ally. “What do you want?”

A smile spread across his face, “Just a little suck, nothing special.”

Her uncle had forced her to take him in her mouth, he didn't hit her when she hadn't swallowed when her mouth was filled by him. Her father had hit her because he'd been told she had misbehaved. She knew what it meant, she knew she had been beaten because she had displeased her uncle.

She bent down and started to lick at the swollen head, fighting the urge to throw up as she did everything she knew her uncle liked. It felt like she was back at his, she hadn't escaped at all. At the end she swallowed like she had been taught. She grabbed the twenty that had fallen to the floor and got out the car as fast as she could.

“What's your name?” He asked as she was closing the door.

She paused, said the first name that came into her head and shut the door reborn as Marie.

For a month she worked the drive-in. They would pick her up take her inside and when they wanted she would take them into her mouth and then leave them to watch the end of the film. Sometimes she was out of the car before the film had even started other times they wanted her to wait for their favourite part and one guy even waited until the closing titles started to scroll.

Then one night a big guy had stopped her as she was about to get into a car. “You were highly recommended by a friend so ditch this guy and I'll pay extra.” He didn't wait for a reply instead he shut the door threw a note through the window and told him to drive on.

He clearly didn't care about the film choosing a spot that could barely see all of the screen. As the engine died he yanked out an impressive sized cock. She took it into her mouth with barely a thought about her uncle, he had forced her to do these kind of acts but now she was in control.

Then she felt a small prick against her throat, he had a knife pressing against her skin threatening to slip inside. The back doors opened and two other guys got in. Her hair was yanked upwards and she moved with it. “If you don't work for me, you don't work round here!” He slapped her hard with the back of his hand she felt her lip split and the blood began to trickle down her chin. She was hit from behind and the world darkened.

She woke up naked on a camp bed in a tiny room with no windows. Her head ached and she could feel dried blood on her face from her lip. She curled into a ball and began to cry. She had no way to tell how much time passed but eventually the guy who had pressed the knife to her neck entered.

She tried to talk to him but that got another slap her lip opening again and drops of blood splattered against the wall. He glared at her and informed her: “You work for me now!”, he then grabbed her turning her onto her front. He forced himself into her ass as she bit the thin mattress to stifle her cries. He was rough with her and when he left she could feel a mix of blood and semen seeping out of her.

Everyday he would come in tell her that she worked for him and then fuck her ass. At times she wished her uncle had done it to her, if he had she might not have hurt so much.

Then one day he came in and spoke, “You have repaid your debt, you can leave now.” He stood next to the open doorway.

“I need my clothes.” She was scared he would hurt her if she got off the bed.

“You can't afford to buy back your clothes, leave now, or work for me.” She knew she had no choice but to work for him. She worked for him for almost a year. At first she was kept in the house, men would be sent in, most seemed to want a woman to hit rather than fuck.

Eventually she graduated to the street, getting into the cars or escorting them upstairs to what was jokingly referred to as her flat. The beatings were less frequent but still happened and her pimp would pay her visits and do whatever he wanted which normally left her bleeding from somewhere.

It was a week before her anniversary of being taken from the drive-in when he payed her a visit and she slid the blade she had hidden between his ribs and into his heart. He died on top of her with his cock inside her. She escaped the flat taking his cash from his jeans, over 1000, enough to flee the city.

At 24 she opened her brothel, it was her and two other girls. She had wanted to give girls the choice on what services to offer but knew that it wouldn't work, if they wouldn't willingly do anal she turned them down. Some of the more exotic services the girls could choose not to do.

Lisa had turned up after they had been open a while and their reputation spreading, Marie's careful watch over the girls attracted many. Lisa was lucky with her timing, a girl had left to get an education so a room was vacant. In the interview Marie asked what she was and wasn't prepared to do. Lisa had lied.

Marie watched her first time, she did with all the girls. The client had put her on her knees and was pushing into her ass still dry. He got a couple of inches in when Lisa pulled away and burst into tears apologizing.

Marie had been at the door in under a minute and pulled Lisa out of the room leaving the client alone still in shock, another girl went in and he received a free service. Lisa had cried and explained she had been told about the rules, she didn't lie, she wanted to work for Marie so much that she thought she could do it.

Marie took pity on Lisa and said she would help, she also paid the girl who had taken over from Lisa.

The following day she entered Lisa's room. “How are you feeling today?”

“I'm OK, I'm so sorry about yesterday, it wont happen again.” Her eyes were shining from tears ready to spill out.

“It's OK I want to help you, if you want to stay?”

“I do, I really do.” She sat up on the bed eager to be helped.

Marie opened her gown, it was before the butterflies were added a simple purple gown that made up their uniform. Lisa gasped at the sight, her hand moving up to cover her mouth. Marie had been out shopping and was wearing what she had bought. A black plastic cock hung from a leather holster, it arched out in front of her.

She walked over, the cock swinging freely side to side as she advanced. “Don't worry, I'm going to be gently. Just trust me and try to relax.” She slipped into the bed as Lisa shuffled back to make room.

She started by stroking her arm and shoulder. “You might even find you enjoy this. But don't tell the others.” She gently turned Lisa onto her front and climbed onto her back. The plastic between them felt strange. Marie began to kiss Lisa's back, slowly making her way down her body. Once between her legs Marie gently encouraged Lisa onto her knees.

Marie moved slowly and gently, her lips moving over the soft skin to her tight hole. She darted her tongue out in quick little flicks making sure it was covered with saliva. Lisa began to relax, the tense muscles softening, her body unclenching.

Beginning to push in, Marie's tongue stretched out no longer just licking. At the same time Marie's fingers slid up between Lisa's legs and pushed inside. Lisa let out a low moan and Marie took it as a cue she was ready.

Marie rose to her knees between Lisa's legs, “In the drawer by the bed, there should be a bottle, please pass it to me.” It took Lisa a while of groping before her fingers found the bottle of lubricant and passed it behind her.

Squirting the cold liquid on her ass Marie rubbed it over the skin. She worked it into the hole letting her finger slide inside briefly. The fingers of her other hand still slowly undulated inside the warm flesh. Happy with the lubricant she took hold of her new cock and pushed against the opening. Despite its size being much larger than Lisa's first client it slipped in with ease and soon the whole thing was insider her.

Marie pulled her fingers out which prompted a small moan of disappointment. With both hands free Marie gripped Lisa's hips and began sliding back and forth. Lisa soon began moaning with it's movements. Marie sped up and as the speed increased Lisa's pitch increased until she was making short squeaks with every thrust.

Lisa climaxed, a girl who the day before couldn't take a cock into her ass had achieved an orgasm from it. She collapsed forward pulling Marie down on top of her as her ass clenched around the fake cock.

Marie pulled out and kissed her cheek before slipping out of the room in her gown. She went back to her own room and took an older toy from her desk, a large purple dildo and took it to her bed. She slid it into her moist pussy beneath the leather straps that held her cock on.

She found herself turned on by the experience more than she thought she would. She brought herself close to orgasm then slid it out of her, she lifted herself up slightly from her bed and pushed it into her ass. Marie experienced her first orgasm with something in her ass.

That experience had come from not wanting to have to throw Lisa out, possibly making her go though what she had, she felt no attraction to her and although the act itself had turned her on who she was doing it to was irrelevant.

As far as Marie was aware she had never had a lesbian thought and then her angel had shown up and it was all she wanted, she found herself so often on the verge of offering to help with a client as an excuse to share a bed with her. But she had to satisfy herself with watching on a screen.

She slipped her hand inside her gown, her fingers parting her flesh and entering herself. Her fingers stroked hot wet flesh. She turned up the sound until she could hear her angels breathing between all the other noises she made. The sounds enveloped her covering the sound of her own deep breathing.

Her thumb found the hard nub of her clit pressing on it as her fingers pushed deeper straining the muscles in her hands. Her gown fell open as she arched her back. Her free hand went to a breast pinching the nipple. She let out an involuntary whimper as her climax approached. Her pulse raced, her muscles gripping her own fingers.

Her body began to shake, and she let out a loud groan that vibrated with her body and then she spasmed as her orgasm was released from her thumb and fingertips. Her legs slammed shut around her hand forcing it in place against her burning flesh. She jerked back and forth in the chair as muscles all over her body clenched at random.

Her muscles slowly calmed down letting her control her body once more. She reached out to the screen and stroked the images of her angel.

Katie was on top of him, it was her first time with him, probably his first time at “The House” but she couldn't be sure. Her hands flat on his chest let her bounce up and down on him. He was thick and it felt satisfying to slam down onto him. Her breasts bounced as if constantly trying to catch up with her body, her hair flying behind her.

She screamed and moaned as she bounced, throwing in the occasional shout, “Oh God!”, “Yes like that”, “I'm coming again!” The whole time she was thinking of Marie. Marie who had soothed her wounds, had taken her in, found her a place to stay and kept her safe. Every man she took she did in honour of her saviour and hoped she was being watched.

At times she thought Marie was staring at her, that she would tell her she had feelings for her, but she accepted it was her overactive imagination.