An administrator in a sex club can't resist the invitation to experience what it is like to cater to a client. It will only be once but she finds that she is up to the work and the client has no complaints
Laodamia’s ***********s its staff carefully and we look after them well so they tend to stay with us. Sara has been our administrator for many years and, of course, her work involves her a lot with the girls, she knows them as colleagues and she hears the stories which they tell about the fares which they take.
Sara herself is very happily married to a fine, decent man who knows that his wife is the administrator at a very exclusive private dining club. This is true as far as it goes but it is very unlikely that he would be happy if he knew the whole truth about Laodamia’s. Their sex life is very satisfactory and he is always loving, caring and considerate not to mention..well..conventional. And when Sara hears some of what goes on in our upstairs bedrooms or downstairs in the studios..well a girl is bound to wonder what it would be like.
Of course, Sara would never dream of being unfaithful to her husband but many of the girls have long term partners or husbands and work is just work. A girl would never become involved with a client – in fact if she did so she would be sacked.
All these matters came out in an informal piece of chatter one morning in the Partner’s Room. Both partners were there along with Sara and April, our Head Girl. It began as a sort of joke that perhaps Sara would try taking a fare just to see what it was like. April, ever on the side of her girls, said that Sara would have to be paid the full rate for the job. In addition to their flat salary, the girls are paid a commission for each fare they take and there are different grades of commission according to how demanding – or disgusting that client is. Sometimes when a girl has been living beyond her means and perhaps maxing out her credit cards she will ask to take only the highest grade clients for a while. This can be challenging but an experienced girl can cope and she can make serious money in quite a short time.
Somehow an agreement was reached that OK, Sara would give it a go just for the thrill of the thing. The truth was that, when it was discussed in the open like that, it was somehow irresistible. Is there any woman who has not fantasized about being a whore for a night and then returning to getting breakfast for the family and sending them all off to school and work?
It would have to be a fairly “safe” client and April suggested the Admiral so, it was agreed, that when he next booked in, Sara would take the fare. Sara brought her long dress and fanciest undies into the office so that she was ready. Her husband would have no reason to look in her wardrobe and see that the electric blue, slinky dress was missing.
The Admiral was fairly predictable so he duly phoned in more or less when expected and Sara was placed on alert. It was his custom to meet his girl in the bar and, “talk her into coming upstairs” even though everyone knew that this was what he had paid for. Reception told him that they had a new girl whom they were certain he would find suitable.
April was busy that night but one of the other girls, Serena, helped Sara with her hair and perfume and assisted with, “First Night Nerves”. She reminded Sara that, “It’s just a date, enjoy it”.
Sara found that her mind was in a bit of a whirl. She had never cheated on her husband and she knew that this was “just work” but the fact was that she was about to offer herself to a man whom she had never met and he was going to take her body and use it for his enjoyment. Serena pronounced Sara ready and sent her off to the bar where the Admiral was sitting on a barstool with his glass of rum. She introduced herself to him and he, expansively, offered her a drink. She accepted a vodka and orange as she had been told that he liked his girls to drink spirits.
Once she had her drink they moved to a booth and chatted like any couple who have just met casually. Sara had been briefed that this would happen and, of course, she gave him a complete fiction about how she was in town on short term business and was lonely due to not knowing anyone here.
The Admiral never had more than one drink in the bar as he was metaphorically panting to get his girl upstairs. He asked her if she would like to go somewhere more relaxed and private than the bar and Sara, meekly agreed. His hand, almost accidentally, brushed her bottom as they stood up and it was around her waist as he ushered her out of the bar and up the main staircase.
Once in the room he sat on the bed and invited Sara to sit beside him whereupon he began to kiss and snuggle her neck and her ears and she found that she was becoming slightly tense. Her instinctive reaction had been to fend him off but she had to bury that urge and remind herself that she was here because she had made a choice. She felt him begin to unzip the back of her dress and she giggled like a schoolgirl. His hand slipped inside the dress and felt her skin then began to play with the strap of her black bra.
Sara had to do something with her hands so she began to stroke his face and stretched up her neck to gently kiss his cheek. He said that she could surely do better than that and his lips found hers and their tongues began to entwine. Somehow her dress was now down to her waist and her bra had been shed. He was feeling her breast and her nipples and his head went down to kiss each nipple in turn which sent a firey reaction throughout her body. For an insane moment she imagined her husband bursting into the room and demanding to know what was going on.
He whispered that her lovely dress was getting terribly creased and she might like to slip it off so she stood and shimmied it down also kicking off her black court shoes. While she did so, he also stood and removed his trousers and shoes. His erection was tent poling his underpants and he dragged them down and off so that the weapon was up and pointing partly at her and partly at the ceiling. While she admired his ordnance, he was stripping off his shirt which fell to the carpet.
This was a signal for both of them to collapse sideways onto the bed and arms, hands and tongues became ever more urgent in their actions.
He rolled on top of her, pressing her down into the mattress while his mouth over hers was restricting her breathing quite uncomfortably. As he came near to the main event, he was becoming much less gentle and the pretense at seducing her faded away. He had paid a lot of money for her and he was going to get exactly what he wanted.
The sex was rough with no thought for her feelings. He may well be an Admiral but the rough and uncultured sailor which he had once been was now in charge. He put his hands beneath her buttocks squeezing the soft flesh painfully and he forced her body up to meet his member as it came down and into her, right up to the hilt. Then he turned her over so quickly that she never saw it coming and he rammed hard against the sphincter protecting her anus. Her face was rammed down into the bedding and she just had to find any small amount of oxygen which she could in between fighting for air and screaming at the sharp pain in her rear.
Then he rolled onto his back while she was held tightly in his arms so that she had no option but to end up face down on top of him. Using the foulest language, he told her to straddle him and come down onto his penetration. Her primitive urges were now in ascendancy and she bounced up and down vigorously as her wetness engulfed his member which, she noticed, was not as firm as it had been.
He grabbed a handful of her hair and dragged her head so that it was just above his groin then he pushed her down. His intention was clear and Sara had to hold back her sense of revulsion as her mouth worked on his scrotum and penis in a vain attempt to achieve what nature had clearly ruled was not going to happen again that night.
Even the Admiral had to accept the inevitable and he fell back, panting, onto the bed. Sara rolled off him and lay beside him with her arms still across his body.
Sara had been warned that this was his usual pattern and she lay there recovering her breath. He mumbled something which turned out to be an order to leave him to sleep and she left the bed, gathered her clothing from the floor and padded naked to the en suite to dress.
She dressed as fast as possible and he probably did not even notice as she left the suite. She knew that girls always left a job via the backstairs which are accessed through a door at either end of the corridor and she was soon in the girl’s lounge where she flopped down on a sofa. Sara had sometimes been into this room to find a particular girl but she had never sat down before as this was THEIR space but now, she felt she had, at least temporarily, earned the right. One of the girls sat beside her and gave a sisterly hug.
Her husband would see an extra payment on the joint bank statement this month and Sara would have to say that it was a bonus given by Laodamia’s as a share of increased profits. Next time that the Admiral phoned in he did ask after the girl from last time and he had to be told that she had moved on. As far as I know, Sara remains content with her accounts and her spreadsheets.