House Slut - S01 E69

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House Slut - S01 E69

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 69

Interlude

Life Goes On.

The next week went by fairly sedately compared to her other recent activity, and after that Tegan had her scheduled week off to allow for her monthly visitor. As far as Tegan could tell Brandon and Yeong were progressing nicely and in the brief moments she saw them seemed happy together, in a nearly sickeningly sweet way. Yeong occasionally spent the night in Brandon’s room but to her best guess they weren’t yet sleeping together. Brandon had intimated to Tegan that although things had started off confusingly intense they had eased that back and felt no pressure to be overly physical. She was surprised at Brandon’s patience and willingness to scale back his sexual activity but attributed it to the extent of his affection for Yeong. So far they had not raised the issue of Brandon continuing to share in Tegan’s expenses, though she believed Brandon was mostly funded by his parents as long as he continued to study and he was not hurting for cash.

Angus and Sam on the other hand continued to get their money’s worth, but the activity was becoming sporadic. Now that there was one fewer housemate having sex with her and they occasionally had Yeong around, the spontaneous semi-public encounters had practically stopped and longer multi-partner sessions had ceased entirely. Some days there would be hours-long sessions of intense energy, and sometimes there were whole days when she was just left alone. It left Tegan in a weird malaise and while she was somewhat relieved that they had not kept up the boundary-pushing pace of the first few weeks, she did feel an element of frustration from how vanilla and stagnant things had become. Maybe it was time to end the experiment and go back to normal – though she had a feeling that not only would that mean returning to normal employment, but also finding a new place to live. She wasn’t sure she could continue to live with three guys she’d previously been having sex with when she was no longer having sex with them.

That thought could sit and stew a little longer – though she mentally fortified herself for the possibility one of the guys would approach her about it later. For now, she needed to find a way to liven things up again. Brandon was out with Yeong So she waited until after dinner and when Angus and Sam both retreated to their rooms she got in her car for the first time in months, praying it would still turn over, and went for a drive.



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Tegan ascended the stairs to the sex shop Angus had brought her to several weeks earlier, having tracked down it’s exact location online. She was primarily here for research purposes but felt somewhat uneasy being here alone. She hoped Simon, the familiar face she was here to speak with, was around, otherwise she would likely just be beating a hasty retreat. She slipped through the beaded curtain at the top of the staircase and into the well lit dildoplex.

“Hey there, little lady!” Called a voice to her left, Simon was sitting behind the counter with another battered looking paperback when he pushed a receipt into as a bookmark before setting it under the counter out of sight. Tegan wondered if he remembered her name. Actually, she struggled to remember if she had even offered it last time she was here.

“Tegan.” She offered as she approached.

“Tegan, of course.” Simon said cheerfully in slightly too loud a voice. She glanced around and was relieved that they appeared to be alone. “What can I do for you this evening?”

“Well um…” she wasn’t sure how to actually start this conversation. “I had some questions, if that’s alright.”

“About what? Everything ok?” he furrowed his brow.

“Oh, everything is fine. But when I was here last Angus mentioned you organised um… other events.”

Simon scanned the room to verify they were alone for himself.

“Did he? What about it, love?” He queried defensively.

“What if someone were interested? In participating, I mean.”

“To what extent would you mean?”

“That would depend on the uh… event I suppose.”

“Why don’t we go somewhere a bit more private to talk?”

“We’re alone.”

“Yeah, more private than that.”

“Oh. Ok.”

Simon slipped out from behind the counter and closed over the wooden door on the inside of the beaded cur which had a ‘Back in 15’ sign sellotaped to it, latching the door.

“Bit optimistic of me to be open this early to be honest.” Simon said with a smile. “Let’s step into my office.”

Simon led her towards the “No Admittance” door and she welt a wave of anxiety wash over her momentarily. The last time she was here Angus had led her into a small booth on the left, but Simon led here into a less obvious unmarked door on the right, painted the same black as the rest of the hallway. Within was, sure enough, an office, enough space for a desk and couch as well as a filing cabinet and two wall mounted LCD monitors that displayed the feed from at least eight CCTV cameras both inside and outside the shop. Simon sat on the corner of the desk as the door closed behind them and made an apologetic open palm gesture.

“I’m right sorry to have to do this, but I have to ask you to undress.”

It took Tegan a moment to register what he’d said.

“What?”

“I need you to undress. You don’t have to of course, the door is right there.” Simon gestured behind her. “Those are the two options.”

“Oh.” Tegan said. She wasn’t sure what to make of Simon’s directive. Was this some kind of screening, or for security purposes? She wondered if she had stumbled into something illegal. Well given the regulations around prostitution, it occured to her that it was almost definitely illegal. She should have seen this coming. For a long moment she considered her options and Simon, to his credit, did not try to rush her. Eventually with a resigned nod she set her purse on his desk and unzipped her dress. It was a similar style as the one she’d worn last time, funnily enough. She unlooped the straps knotted behind her neck over her head and let the dress slide off her, stepping out of it and draping it across the desk over her purse. She was now wearing only sandals and panties, which left little to the imagination. She folded her hands protectively in front of her crotch, which was still covered, feeling no embarassment about her chest, which wasn’t. She looked at Simon expectantly, a nervous shiver running through her as Simon gave her an appraising look as he picked up dress and gave it a cursory pat down presumably for recording devices. For a moment he seemed to be considering whether to have her remove her underwear as well but ultimately did not ask her to.

“I apologise, Tegan. It’s not you, it’s me. I’m a very paranoid man, and I stake my budding reputation on discretion.. I need to do my due diligence when it comes to protecting myself and my clients.”

“Can I put my dress back on?”

“Not just yet.” He reached into his desk drawer and pulled out a portable ashtray and cigarette packet, offering her one, which she declined with a shake of her head. Simon lit one for himself then leaned over and pressed a button on the wall which activated some exhaust fans.

“As Angus intimated to you, I do run some events. I’m trying to grow a market for slightly prestigious or interesting adult entertainment for the discerning and ideally well-off perverts of this city.” He took a deep drag and blew smoke in the direction of the exhaust vent in the ceiling.

“What kind of events?”

“Glad you ask. Peep shows is the start of it, in the booths.” He gestured at the wall behind her, indicating the booths. “I have some girls, sometimes with guys, put on a show and charge admittance. Maybe let people cast votes for what they like to see. Get a lot of couples for that. Then there’s a direct service, with which you are familiar.”

Tegan nodded her acknowledgement – the glory holes.

“They gradually escalate from there. Sometimes a few lads want to party with some nice girls, or one girl. I can hook them up. Then you get up into eyes wide shut kind of territory.”

“Like the movie?”

“I wish. That’s proper millionaire shit. But that’s the dream. For now my clientele is upper-middle class twats with a little bit too much money who want the high life experience. I arrange a little entertainment in the form of a live show, a lot of the gents bring a mistress or missus.”

“Live show?” Tegan queried as Simon took another drag.

“Maybe a couple or a group, the guests typically just watch from the sidelines and do their own thing, maybe some partner swapping depending on the attendees. But there’s seldom a girl for every guy. That’s what the sideline workers are for.”

“And what would that entail?” She realised that this discussion had started to make her horny, and her exposed nipples had gotten hard. She assumed Simon had noticed.

“Maybe helping out one of the lonely guys, or being a unicorn for one of the couples.”

Tegan knew the term unicorn – a young, attractive bisexual girl who plays with an older couple. Simon’s explanation painted a picture in their mind. People standing around watching people fuck, getting frisky, and then fucking each other. Simon finished his cigarette while she mulled it over and extinguished it in the ashtray, closing the lid before putting it and the cigarette packet back in his desk drawer.

“So where would I fit into all this?” She asked.

“You tell me, love. Any of the above sound interesting to you?”

“These private parties. I… I think I’d like to participate. Is it discreet?”

“Oh yeah, non-disclosures, masquerade masks, the whole nine. And everyone is clean, admission is subject to a clear blood screen, that includes you. Angus vouched for you in the glory hole but moving forward I’ll need clean tests.” Simon picked up a clipboard hanging from a nail in the wall and flipped over a couple of pages. “Now if I’m being totally honest, you might be a bit plain jane for the centrepiece role.”

“Oh.”

“I don’t mean that in a harsh way love, I like your face and you’ve got a cute little bod. But the real attention getters are a bit better endowed, you follow?”

“I suppose.”

“Girls who aren’t in that category tend to do more of the direct service kind of work. You need to be a bit freaky.” Simon picked up a pen and tapped the clipboard thoughtfully. “So how would you feel about being available for the singles or couples to play with?”

“I think that would be my preference.” Tegan said, her voice soft. This had all suddenly gone from being abstract to rather specific and she felt like she was being interviewed. Simon wrote a note.

“Let’s see… I know you swallow.” He flashed her a wry smile, confirming her assumption that he’d been one of her glory hole patrons. “You do girls?”

“Not usually. But I don’t mind.” Tegan said.

“Would you do full sex?”

“Yes.”

“Threesomes?”

“Yes.”

“Foursomes, moresomes?” Simon pressed.

“I suppose.” Tegan shrugged.

“Anal?”

“I have…”

“You enjoy it?”

“Sometimes.”

“So we’ll put that as a maybe then. Alright.” Simon put the clipboard and pen down. “Now I need you to lose the knickers.”

“You want me to…” she looked down and pointed at under panties.

“I need to see all of you before we go any further. This is basically a screening.”

“And then what?”

“You asking if I plan to try and fuck you?”

“Yes.” Tegan said promptly, maybe a little breathlessly.

“That’s not part of the interview.” Simon flashed a toothy grin. “For now I just need to look. Is that ok? I need you to remove your panties then turn around and bend over. You can use your own hands to spread yourself if you’d rather I not touch you.”