My Life at the “Massage Parlor”

Massage Parlor my ass. I didn’t have one of those tortured soul complexes. I wasn’t one of those people who was doing what they’re doing because they had no other choice. Well I didn’t think so when I signed that stupid contract. The Contract. I wish I could burn that thing that took away my freedom. I wanted to do something that was different, I didn’t want a boring job, so I looked around stripper is so cliché, hooker, can you say low class. I was a little short on money so I thought well being here for a little while shouldn’t be so bad, room and board and an occasional fuck every now and then to pay it off. Completely my choice right? Wrong. I got here and it seemed ok, well as ok as anyone would expect. This wasn’t anything liked I’d pictured it. Things work in their own way here. Clients need to make appointments to be here. And a full description of the “fantasy” that they want one of the girls here to do. Oh I forgot to mention that while men come here, only women fill you’re quota. That’s the only way we can leave here, if we fill our quotas. The only problem is that no one except Mistress Malvitia knows what that quota is. Malvitia is from somewhere in Eastern Europe and started this place. She might be one of the most beautiful women anyone will ever see. Long dark hair, pale skin, full breasts and grey eyes that can stop anyone in their tracks. When I signed the contract I didn’t think twice, Mistress Malvitia’s was legendary and it was an honor to work there. I couldn’t wait.
Before we could start “fulfilling fantasies” we needed to be trained in every type of seduction possible. For a while it was like being in high school health again. Sensitive areas, how to be the best “fantasy fulfillers” we could be. No one ever left Mistress Malvitias’s unhappy. Then came the weirder stuff. Safety precautions for using the more, unusual sex toys, as well as acting classes, how to move and walk like art, exceptional grace. Mistress Malvitia’s is where you came for the best. We had to become the best. After we had finished training we has a kind of final exam, we had to seduce Mistress Malvitia. I excelled in this. I was called into her “office” and she turned on some gangsta rap. We had to be ready for anything. “Show me what you got” she said in her accent, slowly and sensually. In coming here I was totally into this, it seemed like fun so I smirked a little and started to move. Purposefully slow I started towards her and started doing curls, and moving my hips. I walked over to her, hovered over her lap and opened her legs, I turned around and started popping my ass and she gave it a little tap, which evolved into a full on slap till me cheeks turned red. I grabbed scissors off her desk and cut through the material of her panties and ripped them off. In return she pulled off my g-string and grabbed my breasts.
I sat on her lap, facing her and stuck my finger in her. She seemed to be refusing to allow herself to moan, trying to see how far I would go. So I added another finger, then another. Getting them nice and wet. I’d grabbed a dildo from her desk and dipped it in her mouth while moving her to the desk, she opened it instantly. While she was focused on that I stick a finger in her ass, she gasped in surprise and pushed herself onto it. This reaction was just what I was looking for so a added the two other wet fingers and opened her hole. I took the dildo from her mouth and shoved it in quickly and she hissed. Slowly pushing it in and out I grabbed her breast and massaged it roughly till it was pink and moved to the other playing with the hard nipple as I did. I then licked her clit once, enough to hear her moan. Then bent down to talk it all in my mouth and ran may tongue over it quicken my pace as I did while still pushing the dildo in and out of her asshole. Just before she came a lifted my mouth and stuck my whole fist into her tight pussy. Shoving it on an out roughly, my pace increasing with every second until her face contorted in ecstasy and I knew I had done well. Only problem now is that I’m hot and bothered.