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First Day of Work

I arrived at the club the next evening wearing a black dress that fit my curves nicely and not knowing what to expect. There was a different girl at the front desk waiting for me, one I’d never seen before.

“Ayesha, go ahead and follow me,” she said before I could say anything. “It’s a quiet evening so we’ll be starting you on bartending duty.”

“Oh… Okay,” I said, suddenly totally cognizant of the fact that I had no idea what I would be doing on a daily basis. Something kinky with the men of the club, presumably, but what else?

As she led me through the labyrinthine oak-paneled halls of the club, a sudden thought occurred to me.

“So, um, I’m not really trained as a bartender. Richter had me make him a gin and tonic yesterday but that was easy because it’s just gin and tonic.”

“Don’t worry,” the girl said offhandedly, as if I were an idiot for worrying about this. “The boys—we call them boys, of course, but don’t let them catch you saying that—usually prefer it if the girls are bad at making drinks. And there’s a book behind the bar if you’re really stuck.”

“They prefer it if we’re bad at making drinks?” We—I was already referring to us as we! “Why’s that?”

“Because then they get to punish you,” the girl said, allowing herself a little wicked smile. “Here we are!”

And so we were. She ushered me into a cozy parlor, not unlike the one Richter had shown me the day before. The girl was right: it was quiet. A few men, of various ages, mostly dressed in suits, sat around in big arm chairs, chatting, smoking cigars, enjoying port, or reading the newspaper. A pretty girl with curly red hair sat on one man’s lap but they just seemed to be talking—nothing scandalous was happening. Two men played pool in the corner, talking lazily in low voices. There was only one other girl at the bar, a pretty Indian girl wearing a low cut black dress, who was introduced to me as Priya.

“I’m a medical student at Columbia,” she explained. “I work one night a week and it pays all my tuition.”

“That’s incredible,” I gasped, as the girl from the front desk disappeared. “Is it, you know… Safe?”

“Oh, of course it’s safe,” Priya laughed. “You might have to do some nasty things but, you know, just think about the money… And here comes some now.”

An older gentleman, not un-handsome, approached us, a copy of the Financial Times stuck under his arms.

“Two dark girls tonight! Priya, darling, the usual.”

Priya bit her lip.

“Of course, Mr. Winston.”

With amazing alacrity, she whipped bottles around the bar, preparing a complex drink in an old fashioned glass. She came around the bar and placed it in front of Mr. Winston.

“Is this the new girl? The one Ryan has been so excited about?”

“It is. Do you know if Mr. Shaw will be around tonight?”

“Oh, I’m sure he’ll show up, sooner or later.” Mr. Winston turned to me and smiled. “You’re not quite my type, dearie, but Ryan’s a very… affectionate young man. I think you’ll like him. And this will be a good introduction to the club for you.”

He gestured to Priya who was now on her knees in front of Mr. Winston. She undid his pants and pulled out his cock. So, this was the usual. Mr. Winston’s strong old cock disappeared into Priya’s plump brown lips. She closed her eyes as she sucked him and I found myself watching in awe as she bobbed her head. She brought him to orgasm quickly, skillfully. He grunted and let himself go, spilling his hot seed into her mouth. Like a complete professional, she swallowed every single drop down. She’d gotten him off in less than a minute! Maybe he just came fast, or maybe Priya was extremely skilled…

Mr. Winston drifted away and Priya came back around the bar. She gargled a glass of water and spat it out in the sink.

“That’s more or less a night,” Priya said with a shrug. “A lot of this guys will come over, want a drink, and then a blowjob or maybe to take you in a side room for a while. It’s a quiet night, though. I wouldn’t be surprised if that was the only time a guy came in my mouth tonight.”

“Ooh… I see.”

Priya and I made small talk for another few minutes. A small group of men filtered into the room and took up perches around the pool table. I noticed one, a handsome, thin blonde man with a boyish face, wearing nice, butt-hugging jeans with a sportjacket and what had to be a Brioni tie, watching me from across the room. I made eye contact with him a few times but looked away. He was way out of my league outside of the club, I figured… But inside the club, maybe everything was different?

The game of pool ended and the players switched out. A few wandered over to the bar for drinks and fortunately, they just wanted scotch. Even I knew how to pour scotch. I noticed the blonde man trailing behind them. He took up a seat a few spots down from the men and gestured for me to come over.

“You would be Ayesha?” he said, his voice smooth as silk with only the faintest hint of a gruff edge to it.

“Yes, sir. I just started today.”

“I’m Ryan Shaw. It’s a pleasure.”

“A pleasure indeed, Mr. Shaw. What can I get for you?”

“What kind of scotch do you think I take?”

I scrunched up my eyes, looking him over. I had no idea. There was nothing to give me any indication of what his favorite scotch was.

“Mr. Shaw, I have no idea.”

“Well, you’ll guess. The prize for guessing right is a thousand-dollar tip. The punishment for guessing wrong… I’ll decide what that is when we get there.”

I blushed and looked back at the bar’s extensive scotch selection. Any of them was as good as any other, I realized. He seemed like a sophisticated man, based on the jeans, I guessed that he was fairly irreverent. Nontraditional. Probably not a lawyer or a banker because of the jeans. Maybe an artist or a tech billionaire?

I reached for the Bruichladdich Ten and poured out a glass. I dropped a single granite whisky stone into the middle of the drink and pushed it towards him. He picked it up, sniffed at it, swirled it around, and took a sip. He smiled.

“Very close, but I generally take the 16-year.”

My face fell. No tip… And a punishment? I sputtered.

“I’m… Sorry, sir. What shall my punishment be?”

“Don’t rush me, Ayesha, darling. You seem pretty eager to be punished.”

I blushed.

“No… I just thought…”

“Maybe you’d like to have that great big ass of yours spanked in front of everyone here?”

I flushed hot and red. That sounded horrifying.

“N-no…”

“That frightens you, doesn’t it? Everyone in this club seeing your ass, seeing how round and soft it is, seeing it wiggle as I slap it?”

“Yes, Mr. Shaw. It does.”

“Ayesha, come out from around the bar and lay over my lap, with that gorgeous ass of yours up in the air.”

I hesitated. A flash of anger rose in Mr. Shaw’s face and so I scampered out from around the bar and lay myself delicately over his knees. He pulled up the back of my dress, revealing my dark, bare ass, clad only in a thong. My heart was beating at a rapid, almost staccato rate. I could feel the eyes of all the men at the bar on my bottom, looking it over, appraising it, judging it. Mr. Shaw’s hand, surprisingly soft, ran over my flesh slowly, teasing it.

“Oh, Ayesha, Ayesha, Ayesha… What are we going to do with you?”

He raised his hand and brought it down hard on one of my ass cheeks. I yelped in sudden surprise, shocked at the fierce pain.

“Did that hurt?” he asked, suddenly concerned.

“A little.”

He raised his hand and slapped the bruised ass cheek harder, sending reverberations throughout my entire body.

“How about that? Did that hurt?”

“Yes, Mr. Shaw.”

“What kind of whisky do I take?”

He slapped my other ass cheek before I could respond. My ass felt like it was throbbing now, glowing red under his assault.

“Bruichladdich 16-year,” I whimpered, tears coming to my eyes. He spanked me again and again, over and over, his hand colliding with my soft, generous ass. I wanted to scream out; I wanted to beg Priya for help, but I knew that would do nothing. I tried to remind myself of the money; I tried not to think about the billions of dollars sitting in the room right now and how they were all judging my body…

Suddenly, he hooked his fingers under my lacy black thong and slid it down my thighs, leaving my ass totally bare for him, and revealing my pussy. Oh, god, was I getting wet? I was sure that I was. I was sure that he and everyone else there could see my pussy growing wet as he spanked me. I felt so humiliated and even more so because deep down, I wanted him to spank me harder.

Finally, he must have decided I had had enough because he gently pushed me up off his lap. I stood up unsteadily, tears still streaming down my cheeks.

“You know, I think I might switch to this,” Mr. Shaw said, taking another sip from his glass. “During the time it took to properly discipline you, it really… opened up. The flavor is exquisite. Would you like to try it?”

I nodded slowly, not knowing what else to do. He handed the glass to me and I took a sip. The astringent whisky burned my lips and tongue and I must have made a face because Mr. Shaw chuckled at me.

“Poor, poor little Ayesha. Can’t hold her whisky.”

I waddled back behind the bar, my ass throbbing from the spanking. As soon as I got there, Mr. Shaw placed his glass down. It was totally empty.

“Now, guess what kind of drink I want next.”

“More scotch, Mr. Shaw?”

“Guess,” he said with a smirk.

I turned around and took in the truly vast selection of liquor behind me. I had no idea what he could possibly want and I was sure I was on track for another spanking, so I just grabbed a bottle of scotch at random and poured out a glass. If I was going to get spanked, I might as well give him an easy drink to make.

“Johnnie Walker Black Label? A little plebian for my tastes, but not a bad choice, overall. Unfortunately, my sweet, plump little Ayesha, I wanted a Heineken.”

“My apologies, Mr. Shaw,” I murmured.

“Your punishment this time…” He paused, pondering his next words. “I think you ought to come to the suite next door with me.”

“Of course, Mr. Shaw,” I whispered, terror gripping my heart. He extended a hand and I took it as I came out from behind the bar. I caught Priya’s eye as he led me towards the door and we disappeared into the hallway.

At Mr. Shaw’s Pleasure

The suite was a gorgeous old room, perfectly maintained, with a king-sized four poster bed, a fireplace, and a plum looking leather couch. As we slid into the room, I felt Mr. Shaw’s hands on my throbbing ass.

“I can’t get enough of your gorgeous little black butt,” he growled in my ear, his hands cupping my ass cheeks. “I’ve often been frustrated by the girls around here. I’ve always wanted something darker, with more curves, and now I have it.”

He found the zipper to my dress and in moments, it was on the floor. I blushed and crossed my arms over my chest, though what did it really matter? He had already seen and spanked my ass into submission. He had already slid down my panties and I’m sure he’d caught a glimpse of my hairless pussy… And maybe even the pinkness inside my dark, smoldering lips…

I whimpered as he pressed his lips in for a kiss: a soul-searing, earth-shattering kiss. The kind that makes you feel not just wanted but demanded. I had to gasp when he broke the kiss to catch the tender skin of my neck in between his lips, just to gorge myself on air before his lips took mine again.

We tumbled onto the bed, his passion overwhelming me. I went for his pants immediately, undoing his jeans, working his belt buckle off and feeling that hot, huge shaft in my hands, finally.

“Found ourselves a toy, did we?” Mr. Shaw murmured. He put a hand behind my head and guided my face towards his cock.

“I’m going to cum in your mouth,” he murmured. “I’m going to fill you sweet little mouth up with my cum and there’s not a single thing you can do about it right now.”

Not that there was anything I wanted to do about it, but I didn’t tell him. I took him deep in my mouth, struggling to fit his whole cock in my little lips. He was even bigger than Richter had been and as I began to bob my head, I choked a little.  Mr. Shaw wasn’t about to let me slack off, though. Oh no. He gripped my hard by the hair and began to thrust hard into my mouth, roughly fucking his cock into my lips. I squealed around his cock but there was nothing I could do as it slid down my throat, impaling me on his meat.

“Oh, god, Ayesha, fuck,” Mr. Shaw muttered, groaning. He reached down and pulled my ample breasts out of their lace-clad enclosure, palming them with his hot hands as he fucked my face, his fingers teasing my hard, dark nipples. I squeezed my eyes shut, doing my best to keep up with his demands—because he was demanding, demanding with each thrust of his hips that I please his cock, that I suck it hard, that I devour it. Implicitly, he demanded my hunger and my body was all ready to give it to him.

I felt his cock twitch and I reached beneath his shaft to stroke and squeeze his balls. I imagined myself like a milkmaid on a farm. I was milking this man and there was nothing he could do about it. I was going to get his hot, tasty seed, sprayed into my mouth, spurting. That was what I wanted. I wanted Mr. Shaw’s seed. I wanted this billionaire, so in love with my curves as he was, to cum hard into my college girl mouth.

“Fuck!” he groaned suddenly, his cock exploding as streams of silky smooth seed filled my bobbing throat. I swallowed it obediently, sucking with my eyes closed, determined to keep my throat open and accepting of this salty gift. He groaned and sighed as his cock softened in my mouth. I swirled my tongue around it and let it pop out of my mouth with a loud, wet smacking noise.

Before I knew what was happening, I realized that Mr. Shaw’s cock was already hard again. And suddenly, he had me bent over the bed, my thong pulled to the side.

“I can’t tell you how much I want that big, gorgeous ass of yours,” he grunted, and I felt the tip of his cock pressed against my pussy. I gasped as he forced it inside, not that he had to work very hard at it. I was pretty wet and he would have slid in easily without much trouble anyway.

“Ohh… Mr. Shaw…” I murmured dreamily.

“That’s it, Ayesha. You’re getting fucked, you naughty little doll,” he groaned, pressing his cock into me. His warm, slick cock filled me up so perfectly, stretching me out. I felt like a virgin all over again, being taken for the first time as he pumped me, pounding his billionaire meat into me over and over again.

“Oh, god!” I all but screamed, gripping the bed hard. He rammed me and I moaned as he rode me hard, the tip of his cock sliding deep, deep into my body. One of his hands dropped down to tease my pussy as he pounded me, flicking my clit, toying with my sopping wet lips. He leaned into me as he fucked me, smelling of peat and alcohol, his scotch drenched lips on my neck.

“You’re so deep…” I moaned. “I’ve never had anyone this deep before…”

“And you’re so tight,” he grunted. He gripped my tits as he fucked me, digging his fingers into my soft flesh. I yelped and cried out, closing my eyes tight. His fingers tortured my clit. Somehow, he knew exactly how to tease me, how to bring me close to orgasm without pushing me over the edge. I could feel my body tensing up, my blood growing hot and pushing me towards my climax but I could never quite get there.

“You want to cum,” he murmured softly in my ear over the sound of his hips colliding with mine. Involuntarily, I had begun to push my hips back into his, accepting his manhood deeper and deeper into my pussy.

“Say it,” he ordered. “Tell me how you want to cum.”

“Mr. Shaw, I want to cum!” I screamed, gripping the bed hard. And cum I did. The moment of admission was enough to send me screaming off the cliff of orgasm and as I plummeted to the ground, flying through a tornado of pleasure, Mr. Shaw continued to drill his cock into me. I collapsed against the bed, content to let him slide in and out of me until, finally, I felt his manhood seize up, spasm inside of me, and fill me with his hot load.

“I did not give you permission to orgasm,” he growled, grabbing me by the hair.

“Ow! Ow!” I yelped as he dragged me up, onto my knees, in front of his cock. He grabbed me by the cheeks and pressed his sloppy, wet cock against my lips. I opened wide for him, gladly, sucking at his soft cock, feeling it grow hard once again in my mouth. My mouth was already sore from having sucked him once but I supposed I could go again if that’s what he really wanted…

“You’ll have to be punished,” he growled again, pushing me back onto the bed. He went into a nightstand and retrieved a bottle of something small. Lubricant, I realized, as he emptied the bottle onto his cock.

“Have you ever had a man in your ass?” he whispered. I shook my head. The fear must have been evident on my face because a wide smirk blossomed over his lips. He positioned himself on top of me, between my legs, his cock pressing against my ass, my pussy spread wide and lewdly for him, his cum leaking out of it. I gasped as I felt the tip press into my tight, puckered little back hole.

“You know, I was planning on fucking that gorgeous black ass of yours this whole time,” Mr. Shawn murmured. “It was mine from the moment your friend Maddie recommended you for this job.”

I let out a cry as I felt him force it in deeper, digging into my tight little channel, spreading it wide as he pumped his shaft into me. I screamed and gripped him tight, wrapping my legs around him and pressing forward, pressing more of his cock into my ass. I wanted it. I wanted him to fuck my ass. I wanted him to rip me apart, to claim me, to make me his. I moaned and pressed myself forward.

“Fuck me, Mr. Shaw!” I groaned. “Fuck my ass!”

“That’s right,” he grunted as his cock slid in to the hilt. I felt so full with him inside of me like that. He was so deep. I could feel him so deep inside of me. I couldn’t wait to feel him when he came, shooting his hot load deep into me…

And suddenly, he was cumming, filling my tight back hole with his seed. I screamed and dug my nails into his shoulders, squeezing my eyes shut as his cum invaded me. It was so good—it burnt my insides as it filled me up and I found myself shuddering as Mr. Shaw collapsed on top of me.

I stroked his hair idly as his cock softened, still inside of me.

“Didn’t expect this on your first day of work, did you, Ms. Ayesha?” he said and I could hear him smiling when he said those words.

“Not at all, Mr. Shaw.”

“I hope you’ll be back tomorrow. I can see myself growing quite fond of you.”

“Absolutely, Mr. Shaw,” I said, breathless at the thought of his continued adoration. “I’m all yours.”

I rested my head on his shoulder, my eyes closing idly as I felt myself drifting off to sleep, my mind wandering. I saw myself in a different world, wearing the finest clothes—Hermes scarves, a Givenchy jacket, Louis Vuitton shoes, the heels forcing my plump ass high up into the air to the delight of my man, my master…

But no. That would never happen. He wasn’t the type, was he? This wasn’t love. It couldn’t be love.

I let my head slide down to his chest, my ear pressed into his powerful muscle, hearing the beat of his heart, the steady rat-a-tat of his soul deep in his chest.

I heard his breathing too, the process of drawing that life-giving breath into the body I had just made love to, into the body I had just allowed inside of mine. My insides ached pleasantly as a result of our love-making but I didn’t mind it, didn’t pay it any mind. I loved the way he touched me, the way he made me his…

His fingers lazily drifted across my skin, drawing circles, drawing other shapes, writing things—I first identified my name, and then his name, and then I lost track, unable to keep anything straight in my haze of love-induced endorphins.

His hands drifted over my full breasts and I gasped, pressing my chest into his hands, whimpering as his warm, powerful palms rubbed my tender flesh.

“Oh, Mr. Shaw…” I whimpered.

“I’ve got to go soon,” he whispered huskily in my ear. “But there’s so, so much more I want to do to you…”

“Mmm, yes…” I whispered in reply. “I can’t wait.”

He flicked my nipples, his breath heavy and hot on my neck. I wanted him again, and I pressed the juncture between my legs against his thigh, whimpering as lances of pleasure erupted in my body, my sex sore and swollen from our love making. Despite the soreness, I wanted him inside of me again, craved the feeling of his pulse beating in my insides…

But then he rose, easily tilting me off of him. I rolled into the fine, twelve-hundred thread count sheets that the club provided, rubbing my sex against the fine fabric, feeling positively luxurious and sexual.

“I’ve got to meet with a client now,” Shaw said, hunting on the floor for his underwear. “But I’ll be looking for you the next time I’m here.”

“I hope you do,” I murmured. “I’ll be sad and lonely if you don’t.”

Without even thinking, I spread my legs, showing him my wet hole, still filled with his seed. I ran my fingers down to my wetness, whimpering as my hands got closer and closer, sliding over my hot flesh, my burning skin aching to be touched again, aching for his brutal, commanding discipline.

“You have to leave right now?” I whispered, thrusting my hips forward.

“That looks awfully inviting,” Shaw murmured, even as he slid his pants on and buttoned his shirt. He dove between my legs, dragging his lips across my bare skin, suckling my dark flesh and then biting it, digging his teeth into the sensitive flesh of my inner thigh.

“Oh, god! Mr. Shaw!” I squealed, thrusting my hips forward and thrashing beneath him. “No one’s… No one’s ever touched me like this before…”

“You mean no one’s ever been this rough with you?” he growled hungrily, his hand descending on my pussy with a loud, wet slap. I thrashed in pain and pleasure as he returned to nibbling, sucking, and occasionally biting me.

“Well, no… But also… I’ve never had a man… Down there?”

“Really?” he asked, suddenly dropping his hungry animal act. It vaguely seemed to me that he was a wolf who had turned human, transforming into a civilized, concerned man. “You’ve never received oral sex?”

I shook my head bashfully, blushing ever so slightly, my cheeks feeling warm and not just from the heat of our sex-filled room.

“I guess I’ve really only been with pricks… Guys who don’t care about what I want…” I said carefully, shrugging.