The Fall of Laura Pt. 04
This is the fourth part of Laura's story, leading up to her 'Fall' in Part 5.
It would be better if you read them in order.
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Prologue
I majored in English at a reputable university, acquired a solid degree, and landed a job with a modest but esteemed literary publishing house in London. However, the job was not as ideal as I had envisioned. I found myself contemplating a career change.
I've come to consider it a "falling from grace," yet it wasn't something I regret. I enjoyed the adventure and the individuals I encountered along the way.
Apology Offered
Stella, my supervisor, invited me to her lavish West End London apartment for a personal meeting. This was different from any of my previous work experiences, as it meant an exclusive, one-on-one encounter with a client. Until now, all my gigs for her were held in group settings, with other attendees present. Stella had mentioned at our interview that there'd be jobs like this, so I wasn't caught off guard.
"David's your client. You met him recently while arranging a party for those two bizarre Germans," she stated.
I recalled the guy with the miniscule penis and his relentless partner. I also remembered the polite Englishman who didn't partake in their shenanigans but later engaged in an encounter with Stella. I was baffled by this.
"David's request is for the two of you to dine at a posh restaurant and continue the evening at his place. Typically, clients request hotel rendezvous, but I've known David for a lengthy period, and fellow teammates have carried out such appointments at his residence.
"How about going to his house as well?"
I consented, and she provided the time and location details.
I required appropriate attire for a private meeting. I consulted with Anna, who assisted me in choosing a breathtaking evening gown - a dark blue dress with a simple design and strapless neckline - and sensual underwear, along with elevated heels. The expenses were daunting, yet necessary.
The heels presented a significant challenge. Anna compelled me to walk in them around the house, aiming to acclimate me to their height. Despite this effort, my feet ached once I reached the restaurant. When the driver helped me out of the car, I realized how impractical the footwear was, but it looked stunning.
David was already seated at a comfortable corner table when I arrived. A bottle of champagne was chilling in a bucket next to him. We briefly kissed cheeks, and a waiter popped the cork.
"Laura, I'm so delighted you could join me tonight. Stella's been telling me how great you are at what you do. I wanted to personally meet you, particularly after the recent incident with Hans and Liezl," he expressed.
"As far as Hans goes, he did warn me about Liezl, but I didn't realize just how demanding she could be. Sorry about that."
"Don't fret," I said, recalling my encounter with her insatiability. "Some clients like it roughed up a bit, and I've done similar acts before.
I blushed, remembering the entire two-penis scene, "To be honest, the only new aspect of the ordeal was the double penetration."
He chuckled, "You looked genuinely intent on the task at hand."
"Client satisfaction matters," I countered.
Anna's counsel included a warning against inquiring about sensitive topics. However, I couldn't resist one query.
"If it's not too private for discussion, Stella and I were curious: how did you two meet? We assumed she'd follow a conventional path, like setting up a large firm or becoming a parliamentarian."
He reveled, "We met at university about 20 years ago. Attending the same course, same year. We even had a fling together for a while. Afterwards, we've kept in touch."
"So serious, we all thought Stella would end up running a major company or something. An escort service was the last thing anyone expected, even from her."
"Indeed, and it's not easy to imagine."
David and I shared several enjoyable topics: backgrounds, travel, current events, and more. Despite Anna's warning not to inquire about personal lives, I couldn't resist asking one question.
"Stella never mentioned how you two met. Was it at university, too?"
His face lit up with a smile, "That's no secret. It was during our university days, maybe around twenty years ago. Same course, same year. We even dated for a while. Seems odd, doesn't it?"
"Absolutely. I never sensed a sexual connection between the two of you."
He admitted, "We occasionally reunite, sharing old stories and reliving some of our past, but Sunny takes precedence in her life."
I chose not to disclose that was new information. I'd observed their interactions and never seen any hint of intimacy beyond that of colleagues.
He stood before me, giving my mouth a gentle kiss as his hands undid the dress, making it fall around my ankles. He admired my underwear, saying, "Very classy. But I expected nothing less. You truly are a beautiful woman."
I smiled, teasingly saying, "Not bad for a farm girl from Ireland, eh?"
David took off his clothes and removed my bra and panties, leaving only the stockings. I got a good look at his body for the first time, and I liked what I saw, especially his penis, which was starting to show interest.
He lifted me and placed me on the bed. He passionately kissed me on the lips, and then his tongue explored inside my mouth.
Slowly, he descended my body, kissing, licking, and nibbling at each spot. He licked my neck, breasts, nipples, tummy button; not missing a single part. Finally, of course, he reached my pussy. I felt his warm breath on my clit for a while before his tongue made contact.
This man knew what he was doing. He finger-kissed me, mewled into my ear, and gave me his all. His fingers, lips, and tongue played their part, leading to multiple orgasms as if he were a master musician playing his chosen instrument.
I'm not sure how much time passed before he entered me, filling me with his whole self. It was, without a doubt, the best sex I had ever had. There was something about David that really turned me on. After he came, we both fell asleep instantly.
The next morning, I woke him up with a blowjob just as sensual as I could muster. I wanted to pleasure him with my heart and soul. Nobody had ever made me feel as amazing as this before.
Later that day, Stella called me to inform me that David had given me some great feedback. I was beaming with pride.
Sensual Massage Training
I was back in the typical London semi-detached house where Mel and Sue, the couple teaching me sensual massage, lived. Sue answered the door, swathed in a sarong, and gave me the special hug they're known for. It felt weird at first, but I loved it now. She guided me upstairs to the huge bathroom they'd made.
"Today, you'll be massaging me. So, prepare yourself and meet me downstairs."
I jumped in the shower, not that I needed it, and put on the sarong Sue left for me. They were both waiting in the front room when I joined them. I hugged Mel, and then asked Sue to close her eyes. I followed the ritual I learned from them, undressing her from top to bottom, the sarong falling from her shoulders to her feet. I released her sarong after a few spins. Finally, I knelt in front of her, hugging her from below her breasts to above them as a sign of respect.
I guided Sue to the massage bed, where she lay on her stomach. I wrapped her in her sarong and slowly removed it, pulling it from her shoulders down to her feet.
Mel instructed me to stand next to Sue and place one hand on the top of her spine and the other below her breasts. When I did this, I realized these were the same points as in the hug. Then, I walked around her, my fingers lightly touching her body, starting at shoulder height and then moving lower. At some point, I undid my sarong and let it fall. A few spins later, she was without hers too. Finally, I humbly bowed before her.
This seemed unusual to do with a client, but doing it helped me relax and clear my mind.
I invited Sue onto the massage bed where she lay on her back. I covered her with her sarong, pulling it off her from shoulders to toes, tickling her inner thighs with the tasselled ends.
Mel showed me how to stand by Sue's side, placing a hand at the top and bottom of her spine. It felt familiar—the same points as touched during the hug. By her side, I lifted each of her feet and shook her legs, allowing them to fully relax.
Now the massage could begin. I applied oil to her body from her feet to her waist, repeating each stroke three times. As my fingers moved closer and closer to her pussy, I switched to neck to anus, rubbing some oil into the crevice between her cheeks. Mel offered silent instructions from the other side of the bed.
When Sue switched to her back, I restarted the process from the feet up to her waist, then down from her neck. I put extra effort into her breasts, slowly spiralling my hands inward, circling her nipples, and squeezing and swirling them.
Finally, it was time to work on her groin. I sat right in front of her, carefully placing each of her legs over mine, giving her an open view of my touch. Like Mel and Sue had done, I began massaging her labia, creating figure 8 strokes around her clit, and then inserted two fingers inside her, finally three. Based on Sue's reactions, I was doing a good job.
Mel motioned it was time to finish, so I moved to the side of the bed and hugged Sue's chest and pussy with my hands, recreating the touches from the hug we started with. The final step was to spread a sarong over her. Together, we stepped away so Mel could give me feedback.
"Well done, that was quite good for your first time. The challenge when you begin is getting the timing right - neither too hurried nor too slow, if you have a specific massage duration in mind.
"Go and change your clothes."
Refusal of Punishment
Stella contacted me with a new task, a private meeting between a guy named Ben Moreton and a woman.
"I understand that you're aware of him. Is this appointment problematic?"
I contemplated for a while, "No, I've slept with him before, and I've come to terms with the fact that he knows about it. It's all right."
Two nights later I encountered them at a hotel near St. Pancras Station. I guessed the woman would be Brenda, and I was correct. She appeared hesitant as I approached their table. I gave them both a kiss, as if they were long-lost friends.
A waiter appeared to take my order for a gin and tonic.
We chatted about work whilst sipping our drinks. When Ben went to the bathroom, Brenda turned to me. "I'm so sorry about this. As you know, your exit interview raised some commotion, but it brought him and me closer together, so I can't complain. I'm not sure what he's trying to demonstrate with this evening."
"I'm unsure as well, but let's agree to support each other, no matter what occurs."
She nodded in agreement just as Ben returned.
"Let's proceed, ladies," he exclaimed. He likely sought notoriety with everyone noticing him escorted by two ladies.
Upstairs, he instructed us to undress each other, Brenda and I exchanged glances to ensure we were comfortable with this arrangement. We were. I approached her and turned around to allow her to unzip my dress.
"My bra," I whispered to her.
"Now me," she replied.
I assisted her out of her clothes, unfastening her bra, and then knelt to remove her panties. She reciprocated the action. So, we were both naked save for our stockings. Mine were black, while Brenda's were white.
"Undress me," Ben commanded.
I perceived Brenda rolling her eyes when he said that. He was starting to irritate me as well. We swiftly divested him of his clothes. 'Big Ben' hadn't reached midnight yet, but he was well past nine o'clock.
He turned away and extracted a pair of cuffs and a whip from his overnight bag.
"I believe we understand why we're here this evening," he said, shaking the cuffs in my direction.
I wanted to knee him in the groin, but Brenda had that idea first. She appeared enraged. I couldn't blame her.
"Let's get him on the bed," she hissed.
Ben was still groaning when we finished securing him to the bed frame with the cuffs and a couple of repurposed curtain tiebacks.
"Let me free bitches," he gasped.
"That's no way to speak to a lady," I cautioned.
SWISH
"Also, ladies, do you want a chance?" Brenda asked.
I denied her offer, suppressing a giggle at the sight of the small woman dominating the large man.
"What are you planning?" I inquired.
SWISH
"Not certain. Maybe we can obtain a drink downstairs and discuss it?"
SWISH
She wasn't holding back.
SWISH, SWISH
Ben moaned.
"Enjoying this, are you?" she demanded.
SWISH
He shook his head vigorously.
SWISH, SWISH
"Excellent" she said, tying a sock into his mouth. "In case you try to cry for help."
A couple of cocktails later, Brenda conceived a strategy. She'd take photos and use them as leverage for a beneficial redundancy payment and a glowing reference. It was a form of blackmail.
I thanked her for having my back and wished her well as she ascended the stairs.
Stella was horrified when I disclosed that Ben intended to hit me.
"He'll have no business with this agency again. He's blacklisted!" she pronounced with vehemence.
"I'm not persuaded that he still has any balls, but he definitely had a red ass the last time I saw him."
She found this amusing.
Weekend in Amsterdam
Another meeting with Stella. Another job description. Following our coffee, she elaborated on another mission. A client wanted me to join him for a weekend in Amsterdam.
"Generally, I wouldn't send females on trips with clients they've never met, but my decision could be persuaded due to my familiarity with him. He's an incredible gentleman, you'll appreciate him.
"His name is Adam, he's British, and he's resided in Asia for a long while."
"Not 'our' Adam?" I inquired, recalling the heavyset accountant who concealed our income from tax authorities.
"Rest easy. Different guy, same name."
"Are you interested?"
I nodded.
~
One Friday afternoon, I took a flight to Schiphol airport. The plane was chock-full of vacationers and returning businessmen, making for a lively atmosphere. The security line was quick, and I was soon reunited with my bag and heading to the arrivals area.
Adam was easy to spot thanks to his umbrella and the photo Stella sent me. I greeted him with a warm kiss as soon as I approached him. He was indeed the man from the picture, so we didn't waste any time before leaving the airport.
We followed a series of tunnels and escalators that led to the train station. In less than 30 minutes, we arrived at our hotel in the very center of the city. I was fascinated by the maze-like corridors we had to navigate to reach our room. It was worth the confusion, as we had a cozy room with a beautiful view of a narrow canal and even more historic buildings.
"We could eat lunch and then check out some sights this afternoon," Adam suggested. "How does that sound?"
"Sounds good, but I'd like to freshen up first. Could you help me with that?" Adam smiled and agreed to help me with my suitcase and change.
I wore a conservative outfit for the flight: a pinstriped jacket and skirt with a white blouse. He hung them on the back of a chair carefully. Underneath, I had much sexier attire: transparent white lace bra and panties, and black stockings. Adam was clearly excited, but we agreed that I should freshen up and shower first.
Needless to say, lunch took longer than expected.
During our meal, we discussed plans for the rest of the weekend. Adam wanted us to visit a sex club, but made sure I was comfortable with the idea. He'd never been to one before, but a coworker had filled him in on the details.
"Just think of it as a 'couples club.' Not everyone swaps there; some just enjoy watching and being watched. There's a bar, a disco, and saunas. Some rooms have more kinky stuff, if you're into that." I had never considered that, so I asked, "Do you like that kind of thing?"
"Sure, exhibitionism turns me on, like public nudity," Adam responded. "But we don't have to worry about any bondage or S&M."
"I'm not into that," I replied, "but we'll need to establish our boundaries before we go there."
Adam agreed, and we moved on to what we'd do after lunch. Adam had been to Amsterdam before and was familiar with the city. He guided us through its winding alleyways and charming canals. He was the opposite of the aggressive cyclists who kept trying to run us down.
We took a break at a charming old bar for a shot of Jenever, a traditional Dutch spirit he called a mix between gin and vodka.
"So, we've seen canals and bikes," I remarked. "What about the other famous things Amsterdam is known for?"
"Well, there's cheese, tulips. And weed?" He teased. "Oh, you mean that."
"Yeah, that's what I'm thinking."
"I've never done it here, but sometimes in Asia," Adam revealed. "The thing is, it's way too public even for me. Still, they seem to have fun with it."
We had dinner at a nearby Malaysian restaurant. He even spoke a bit of Malay to the staff. The food was divine. With full stomachs, we continued on to the Red Light District.
Crowds of tourists filled the narrow streets, passing by the cafes and bars lining the canals. The window brothels were mostly on nooks with only enough room for two people to pass. Some windows were unoccupied, others with drawn curtains.
"Have you ever?" Adam inquired.
"Nope," I answered.
"Me neither, here. I've done it in places like Thailand and Malaysia, but nothing like this."
We came across a sign that read "Sex Show."
"We should," I said casually.
"You sure?" Adam asked, bewildered.
I nodded.
We bought tickets and entered a modest theater. It was packed, and the only available seats were in the front row. A bit risky, but that was the only option. On stage, a man and woman were doing a joint striptease show.
After a brief interlude, fresh performers took the stage – a person in a gorilla outfit and a woman wearing a hula-style skirt, carrying a bundle of bananas. It was a comedic skit. At some point, the monkey urinated from a notable phallus, supposedly artificial. He then asked for a volunteer in English. No one stepped forward, so they chose us.
"You, sir, is your girlfriend here? I think it might be challenging to satisfy her; you might need some energy afterwards. Please join us on stage for some nourishment."
Adam looked mortified, prompting the monkey to insist. He reluctantly ascended the stage. The woman made him bend down while the monkey waved his penis near his face, feigning that would be the snack. At the same time, she put a banana-filled banana into her vagina and engaged him in front of him, urging him to eat her banana, generating applause from the audience.
We remained to witness the rest of the performance, featuring a couple having sex on a rotating bed. When the strippers returned, we departed the theater and headed back to the hotel.
~
The next day, we proceeded with sightseeing on the western side of the city. We had just concluded lunch at an outdoor restaurant when the weather suddenly chilled. Adam had an idea.
"Let's go to a place nearby to warm up. It'll be a good rehearsal for this evening."
Just a few minutes later, we entered an aged construction encompassing one of the city's main canals. The establishment revealed to be a sauna featuring exquisite art deco fixtures. The receptionist provided us with towels and a locker key. The locker room contained only one dressing space. Adam's suggestion regarding it being good practice made context; this would be a mixed, nude sauna.
There were several distinct saunas, a steam room, and a small swimming pool on offer. It was largely frequented by locals. Some wore robes, others donned towels, while the remainder were in the nude. Their lack of surprise was refreshing, a departure from parties where guests openly gawked at my naked body.
We traversed the various installations, adhering to guidelines about how long one should remain in the heat, the process of cooling down, and the required rest duration. The experience turned out to be invigorating.
Back at the hotel, it was time to prepare for the night.
Adam had organized transportation from the club. Along the ride there, I inquired why he had wanted me to accompany him over the weekend. He revealed that David, the individual with whom I'd spent a night a few weeks prior, was an old friend. He mentioned that David had referred me.
"There's one topic we haven't discussed – swapping."
"Yeah, it's been on my mind as well."
"I'm not against it as long as it's agreeable to you and we continue to stay together."
"Sounds fine, as long as we remain a unit."
Upon arriving at the club, located in a farmhouse complex, Adam displayed our identification, paying the entrance fee. The receptionist handed us a locker key, directing us upstairs. We had to wait for a couple to leave – they were dressed in undergarments.
We didn't wish to engage in sexual encounters, thus we only left our coats in the locker. We ventured into the main clubhouse. It was a vast room, most likely a converted barn, featuring a bar, dance floor, and dining area. Despite its size, it was bustling with people. We sat in one of the many comfortable chairs. Adam left to fetch refreshments.
"Fancy some liquid courage?" he inquired.
Having fortified ourselves, we set out to uncover the club's mysteries.
The proceedings matched Adam's colleague's description. We uncovered a pool, a handful of sauna cabins, a massage section, and secluded rooms for couples to indulge in public or private scenarios. The majority of individuals were already nude, showcasing a variety of ages and physical forms. I had never encountered anything like this before.
We opted for some sustenance. I thought we were delaying to allow my nerves to recover.
Despite its congestion, the buffet was full. No tables were available, so we sat with another couple. We fell into conversation and they introduced themselves as Belle and Anders. They were both blonde and striking; their physical appearance aroused my curiosity about the possibility of swapping with them. However, they added that they visit the club to be seen, not engage in such activities. They were habitual visitors, hailing from Antwerp.
Keen to refine my massage techniques, I told Adam we should engage his services. Belle and Anders decided to partake in a massage session as well. They escorted us through a passage to a changing area. Clothing didn't pair well with oil, so we all disrobed.
I couldn't resist giving Anders a furtive glance as he evaluated me in turn.
The massage room was a massive, possibly circular room, possibly a former grain silo, with a dozen or so beds along the exterior walls. Similar to the restaurant, the facility was bustling. The only available bed beckoned us.
"If you don't mind, we can share this space. It's appropriately sized for two," Belle proposed.
She was right. Adam and I exchanged signals of consent and nodded to accept their proposal.
Adam and Belle started the session by lying down with their faces towards each other, grinning excitedly.
A bowl with some warm oil was placed near the bed. Anders rubbed some oil onto Belle and then gave it to me. I carefully applied the oil to Adam's back, employing various techniques learned from Mel and Sue. He enjoyed it, which made me happy.
As I caressed him, I realized that this was the most satisfying experience since I started working for Stella, and that Adam might be my favorite client out of all the men and women I had worked with.
I asked Adam to turn over. His penis was pointing straight up towards the ceiling. I applied more oil onto him, starting with his legs. Anders did the same for Belle. Both of them appeared to be enjoying the experience.
I employed different techniques on Adam's body, from long sweeping strokes to light taps with my fingertips. I wanted to please him as much as possible.
Adam's body response encouraged me to focus on his genitals. I leaned down and took him in my mouth, using my experience to suck his entire length. Maintaining a consistent rhythm, I pulled back until only the tip was in my mouth before sucking him back down to the base. I could feel his climax approaching fast, so I skilfully stayed in sync with him until he ejaculated down my throat.
Belle moaned alongside Adam. I noticed their hands were interlocked.
It was now time for us to change our positions. Anders and I took up their spots on the spacious bed, sharing a grin with each other. Perhaps we were reliving moments of pleasure, anticipating future pleasure, or experiencing both? I only knew that I was utterly content.
Adam used his powerful hands to smear oil across my skin. He wasn't as delicate or gentle as I had been but that wasn't what I wanted right now. I desired strength, force, and passion. And that's precisely what he provided from the minute he started massaging me with oil to an erotic finger fuck that made me shout out loudly.
Belle, who had a knack for mischief, suggested we have some fun together in the pool.
The pool - a huge outdoor hot tub - was crowded. We managed to find enough room for Adam and Anders to squeeze in. As they settled down, Belle invited me to switch partners. I agreed, knowing that Adam would be receptive to the idea.
Adam and Anders both extended their arms to help Belle climb onto my partner's lap. When she sat on him, he seemed a bit surprised at first but quickly became ecstatic as she leaned in to kiss him passionately. As I settled on Anders' lap, his penis pressed against my thigh. He tasted delectable when I kissed him.
When we paused for a breather, I queried, "You don't usually swap partners, do you?"
"Not usually, but it does happen on occasion. We sometimes play games, sometimes we have complete sex," he joked, with a sinister smile.
Belle had a puzzled expression when she spotted a stranger's hand massaging her right breast. "That's not yours, is it?" she asked.
Adam shook his head.
Belle laughed loudly and slapped the mysterious hand away. We realized that he had reached out to feel her while in the crowded pool.
Belle suggested leaving the pool. "Let's find a secluded area upstairs," she said.
Adam and Belle climbed into the space beneath the roof first, with Anders and I following shortly after. He lay back and I kissed him, while my hand engulfed his substantial penis. Anders tasted delightful when I kissed him.
Anders fetched a condom from the wall-mounted holder. He quickly put it on, and I climbed on top of him. Wow, he was enormous! But I managed to get him inside me somehow.
He lounged back on the padded mattress, with his hands behind his head as I forcefully rode him. Besides us, Adam and Belle were vigorously copulating. The previous flirting and intimate touches had had the desired effect on both couples.
Anders remained reserved.
As he turned me over, lifted my legs high above my head, and thrust himself back inside me, he bombed me with powerful strokes. I climaxed, as did he, and Belle and Adam did too.
We curled up in a pile of intertwined limbs, savoring the afterglow.
Ultimately, we retrieved our clothes and headed to the showers by the pool to clean up.
Noticing the time, I realized that our taxi back to the hotel was imminent. Reluctantly, we said goodbye to the two attractive Belgians and returned to the changing room. The following morning, we awoke to a torrential downpour. It seemed most natural to remain in bed.
Adam was a kind and considerate lover. Little did I know how crucial a role he would play in my life in the years to come.
TO BE CONTINUED
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