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I helped the others down from their plinths and checked everyone knew what to do next. Five of the girls went to change into costumes to reappear as Dancing Girls in the Orgy Room, the rest of us would simply move in there and once again take up poses, but this time they would be slightly more erotic. The two girls who had served drinks and taken coats would also move into the Orgy Room, this time to serve the amphora’s of wine.

  I had one more girl waiting upstairs, who I had brought in especially as a surprise for Jerry.

  Whilst doing my research on the Romans, I discovered that the richest Roman’s usually had an exotic slave or two, which were the most expensive, and so I had asked my friend Mara to play the part for the night. Mara was a stunning Indian girl who worked as a belly dancer in a restaurant. She occasionally supplemented her income by offering a slightly more intimate service for the occasional wealthy diner.

  Mara had once joined me with a particularly extravagant client, who had wanted rather more girls than he could handle after an evening of living it up, and she and I had become friends after dealing with his ‘bad trip’ together, and only just managing to keep him alive through it.

  Mara would dance the dance of The Seven Veils for Jerry. A very erotic belly dance that would end with her almost totally undressed. I had a feeling he would appreciate it.

  I personally have absolutely no talent for dancing. Even if one of the dancers had called in sick, there was no way I was going to do it. Thankfully I didn’t have to.

  Instead I lay down naked on a table, this time on my front, and one of the other girls put a large bunch of black grapes on my back.

  I hoped Jerry would remember our conversation about my being a “table setting” and realise I had done this for him; after all he had mentioned that he would like to see me that way sometime.

  Jerry had put such a lot of money into this venture that I really wanted him to have a great party. All this was specifically his fantasy, and although the Roman rooms would remain a permanent fixture of the property, I did hope that we could all make this a perfect night for him, as well as launching The House of Decadence.

  The remaining girls climbed into the pool in the middle of the room. It wasn’t large, just a couple of feet square, but all the chaise lounges were angled around it and the girls would be putting on a bit of a show. They were dressed as Roman slaves, but in the pool their clothes were now wet and clinging to them, and they would be indulging in lesbian acts when the men eventually appeared.

  I assumed that pretty much all of the men would have taken advantage of their willing massage girls, and so they would need a little revving up to get their engines going again.

  We chatted quietly as we waited for them to appear, and then one by one they began to emerge. They were now steamed, showered, oiled up and dressed for the part. I’d bet good money they were started to really live the fantasy, and felt every bit the wealthy Roman, invited to an orgy.

  They had certainly all shed their Armani suits and were looking much more relaxed.

  They got straight into the swing of the room. They reclined on their couches and watched the girls in the pool.

  My two serving girls, Bethany and Corina, were quick to appear with goblets of wine, and ran back and forth bringing the men everything they desired from the groaning buffet table.

  The men talked and laughed and generally seemed pleased with their evening.

  Bethany and Corina had to put up with quite a lot. Their breasts were squeezed and their bottoms fondled as they moved swiftly amongst the men, but the main focus of the clients, was on the women in the pool.

  Jessica and Bella were French kissing in the centre, whilst Estelle sat on the side of the pool, with her legs dangling in the water. Posy stood in the pool positioned between Estelle’s open legs and licked Estelle’s bare breasts and fingered her under her wet and clinging skirt.

  When the men had all been served and were leisurely eating their Roman style supper, Jerry clapped his hands loudly together three times and the music became louder and the dancing girls came on.

  Their dance started sweetly, skipping and twirling around the room, then their movements slowly became more evocative, swaying in front of the men and passing their fingers across the shoulders and chests of the each man, lightly teasing him.

  They ended in provocative poses, and the men applauded appreciatively. Then the music changed and Mara stepped into the room.

  The change in atmosphere was tangible, all eyes were on her as she began her erotic belly dance. She cast off silk veils as she moved around the room, presenting them as she went to the nearest males, but making her way slowly and surely towards Jerry.

  Jerry had a big smile on his face, and gave me a quick grin to show he was pleased with his surprise.

  Mara finally jiggled and wiggled in front of him and finished by sinking onto his lap and pushing his head into her cleavage.

  It was like it was some kind of cue for the other men to get involved. They had eaten and drank and were ready for action once again.

  Some got up off their couches and began to undress to get into the pool, others beckoned over dancing girls to come to where they were relaxing.

  I noticed with slight concern that a sweet girl called Regan was being eyed up by one of the members called Sol. I’d had some concerns over putting Sol on the list of members, as his sexual tastes bordered on aggressive, but he was very respectful at all other times and I’d thought that handled carefully he shouldn’t be a problem. Now I winced as I watched him grab Regan and drag her onto his lap. He pushed up her skirts and without the slightest pause he shoved two fingers roughly inside her.

  I briefly considered going over to help her by taking some of the emphasis off her and onto myself, but I remembered that this was supposed to be a Roman orgy, and I had warned all the girls it could get messy and a tiny bit ugly, and they had all been ok with that.

  As it was I needn’t have worried about Regan. She was a consummate professional, and she tipped her head back and moaned as if in ecstatic pleasure at the pressure from his fingers.

  All round the room the fucking began in earnest.

  Two of the men wondered over to me, talking and laughing as they helped themselves to grapes from my back and admired my naked figure as if I wasn’t even conscious. I didn’t know either of them, they were friends of Jerry’s. The same two who had admired me in the Atrium, when I was dressed as Venus.

  One of the men eventually addressed me directly. “Shuffle forward, darling, until your boobs are over the edge of the table, I want to try something.”

  I moved up the table, still face down, and shifted until my breasts hung freely as requested.

  Most of the men had moved onto a more in-keeping red wine, but this man was still drinking champagne. We had served it in art-deco style bowl glasses and he now lifted his glass up and under my right breast until it was immersed in champagne.

  I gasped. All the bubbles were exploding against the sensitive area around my nipple. It actually felt amazing. Then he removed the glass and getting to his knees he began to suck the dripping champagne off my breast. He repeated the experience with my left breast and lavished it with his tongue.

  He stood up again and, as I was lying on a table, I was primed at the perfect height for what I suspected was coming next.

  “Open your mouth love.” He filled my mouth with champagne, “But don’t swallow, ok?”

  I nodded, knowing what was expected here. He pushed open the folds of his toga and his stiff cock sprang free. I looked at it with relief, it wasn’t huge, which could sometimes be a problem if they wanted to shove it right down your throat.

  He slid it carefully into my mouth so that the champagne wouldn’t leak out, and then let out a loud “Ahhhh” at the exquisite pain-pleasure sensation of the champagne bubbles surrounding him.

  The other man, meanwhile was pouring his red wine down my back and licking it off with long sweeps of his tongue. His fingers probed gently part
ing my buttocks, and though I’ve never really been a fan of having anything up my backside, I have never denied it to a client, and so I lifted my rear end a little to give him better access.

  He moved around the table, positioning himself behind me, and pulled me up backwards towards him, raising my rear a little more to get me perfectly positioned to receive him.

  Although he continued to finger my anus, he didn’t go that way as he pushed slowly inside me. I could tell his dick was hard and long and it pushed right to the back of my pussy.

  Being taken at both ends is always a little testing, but I couldn’t help but feel turned on by it. It’s a pretty fulfilling experience, literally.

  I concentrated on sucking and pleasuring the man in my mouth, whilst the man behind me grabbed my hips and started to bang himself into me. They got a rhythm going between them and I almost smiled as I could feel them both ready to explode after only a couple of minutes. The man behind me sped his pace as he got closer, and so I increased the pressure of my tongue to try to encourage them both to cum at the same moment.

  I felt the large cock behind me swell inside me, seeming to stretch me to my limits and then he banged hard into me one last time before collapsing sweating over my back. At the same moment the cock in my mouth pumped harder and then erupted in a warm rush down my throat.

  I licked gently at the now flaccid penis in my mouth, and let him take his time about removing it.

  He simply gave me a pat on the head as thanks and then both men straightened their togas and staggered, fully satiated, back to their reclining couches.

  It was at that point I noticed the look on Jerry’s face. He was looking at me, and he looked kind of annoyed. His eyes flicked to his friends and his expression darkened further. I wondered what could possibly have irritated him about the situation. Had I not done my job well enough for him?

  And then it occurred to me. Maybe Jerry was a bit possessive of me? A lot of clients like to think that you are their sole property, even though they know that in reality you’re not; but I suppose it was hard seeing it happen right in front of him. It probably wasn’t the same with the other girls because he didn’t know them, but he had been sleeping with me for a couple of years now on and off.

  I realised I might have to have a talk with him about it in the future. But he was probably fine with me doing my job out of his sight, but perhaps he had hoped not see anyone else with me. I wasn’t supposed to be working the floor tonight and so he hadn’t said anything. But he was going to have to adjust, because this was unlikely to be the last time I would have to be one of the Fantasy Makers in a group setting.

  I slipped quickly off the table, and out of the room to shower. I had instructed all the girls to keep as fresh as possible and to shower off as often as needed, just so long as we made sure at least half of us stayed in the room at any time.

  I saw Jerry lay Mara back and begin to mount her, but his eyes followed me the whole time until I disappeared.

  When I reappeared a few minutes later, freshly clothed as a slave, and scrubbed clean, I noticed that the initial animalistic rutting had eased off and most of the men were once more reclining.

  The girls were being bossed about, some were on their knees lathing and licking the men’s privates. Others were being ordered into a floorshow.

  On the large spread out pile of cushions most of the girls were now naked. A scented oil had been brought out and the girls were all oiling each other up. Rubbing it up and down each others legs, massaging it into each others breasts and generally trying to make it look as sexy as possible. Which wasn’t difficult, I thought proudly how fantastic they all looked.

  Mara was massaging oil into Jerry’s broad back, and Posy was giving a foot massage to Sol, who was still intent on pleasuring Regan, and had her sat on the arm of his sofa, her legs spread impossibly wide, so he could continue to plunge a finger inside her as he licked and guzzled at her pussy.

  Regan gave me a ghost of a wink before faking another rapturous orgasm.

  I walked quickly round the room checking each man had everything he needed. All their glasses were topped up. I turned a blind eye to one man snorting cocaine off the stomach of Corina. We generally had a no drugs on the premises policy, but this man was one of Jerry’s guests and not one of our members, so I let it slide.

  Each of the men appeared to be being attended to in some way. Whether being fed fruit and cheeses or whether being massaged and pampered.

  I knew there would be a lull before they could get their erections up again. Some of them might even have had enough already. It was rare that we would go more than three rounds, but I knew that Jerry could go further, so we had to be prepared that some of the others may also be able to keep going.

  After checking that I wasn’t needed anywhere else, I peeled off my dress, even though I had only just put it on, and sank onto the cushions with the other girls.

  I think that most heterosexual girls are a little bit bi-sexual. I’ve never known any working girls that recoiled from a little girl on girl action, maybe because it’s easier or a nice change, I don’t know. But for me, I found girls just as attractive as men.

  I dipped my hands into the urn of oil and began to massage it into Estelle’s plump buttocks which were invitingly exposed as she was down on all fours with her face buried between Bella’s spread legs.

  Turning on my back I slid my head between Estelle’s knees, so her pussy lips were angled just above my face and I began to give her what she was giving Bella.

  I kept my eye on the room, I could see we wouldn’t have long to keep up the show.

  I saw Sol throw Regan onto the cushions, pin her down and push his massive prick inside her. He was so large and muscular and she was so tiny and delicate that I really couldn’t help but worry. But I suppose she was pretty wet from all his ministrations because she wrapped her legs around him as if urging him even deeper and genuinely appeared to be enjoying it as he fucked her hard and fast.

  I felt male hands spreading my own legs wide, and a hot breath as he took a long look at the goods.

  Then a voice, unmistakeable Jerry’s, politely said, “Would you mind if I took this one?”

  I was surprised. Jerry had fucked me countless times in the past; surely he would want to enjoy having someone new?

  But no, I would recognise the feel of his cock anywhere. It wasn’t hugely long but it was very wide, at least 2.5 inches around, and I liked it.

  His companion moved forward and began to fuck Estelle, right over my head. I guess he had a good view of her licking Bella, while he took her from behind, just as Jerry must have a good view of me licking Estelle as he moved slowly in and out of me. His hands massaged my breasts and he began to pick up speed.

  Everyone in the room was now converging on the cushions, we became a heap of writhing bodies. Estelle was moved away so that another man could get underneath her and she was now being penetrated from both above and below. Bella was still being tongued by Estelle, but had a cock down her throat as well. There were hands and mouths everywhere. I closed my eyes, lay back and rode it. Someone sucked at my breasts, then someone sprayed their load over stomach, I was kissed roughly and then got another face full of pussy, and throughout it all Jerry’s thick cock pounded me. Someone’s oily fingers began to massage my clit, probably Jerry’s and I felt that rare thing - my own orgasm building inside me. It’s unusual to have a real orgasm when you’re working, the emphasis is never on you, but as the sounds of the orgy rose around me, the grunts and the sighs and screams of pleasure, I began to get really turned on.

  Suddenly I felt the fantasy. I was a slave girl, taken from my family, simply to be used for the pleasure of my master. He could do what he wanted to me, whenever he wanted, and he was.

  My master fucked me, harder and harder and harder, whilst his friends watched and cheered and fucked their own slaves until they were collapsing under them.

  Then my orgasm hit me. Wave after wave ripped thr
ough me and I bucked and writhed under Jerry. He grabbed my hips to keep me in place and slammed into me over and over as I cried out in pleasure.

  I felt his hot seed spurt inside me, his thick cock spasm, and I clenched myself around him as we both shook with our mutual orgasm.

  When he finally collapsed on top of me I wrapped my arms around him and held him close.

  After a while I opened my eyes. I was sticky and sweaty, but I felt fantastic.

  All around me, people were winding down, the orgy had been a total free-for-all, and had resulted in a mass pile of sex, and orgasms.

  Jerry propped himself on his elbows and smiled at me.

  “Thank you.” Was all he said, then he dropped a kiss on my forehead.

  Book Two in The House of Decadence Series will available February 2014.

  A more in-depth visit to the day to day running of the club. The members who come regularly and what they like. Stephanie provides a harem for one spoilt billionaire, plays the human doll for an older gentleman, and creates an eighteenth century fantasy night with “fresh virgins from the provincial countryside” going on the auction block.