The Escort and the Dirty Conscience

"Yes, you can," she said insistently... only this time, there was an undeniable sharpness to her tone. "You owe me."

I looked at her with surprise, uncertain as to what she was getting at. Had she spoken to Conrad? My heart started a quick hammering. She didn't seem all that amused with my attempts to blow off her offer.

"It's one night," she said finally. "Go get dressed. Put on something sexy. The limo will be here at 8pm."

She didn't give me any opportunity to disagree with her; she was already walking off to her bedroom. "Don't disappoint me, Alison", she called before she shut the door.

I swallowed hard. It's not that I hadn't accompanied Liana to these kinds of jet-set parties before. But I had been avoiding her since my fall out with Seth. I wasn't prepared to throw away a long-term relationship over my curiosity about her lifestyle. And yet, he was out of town that weekend. I felt that same sense of intrigue prickle the back of my neck, as my conscience quickly worked overtime to spin my desires into something that resembled logical reasoning. In this case, perhaps the smartest thing would be to go, so I could see once and for all, what a vapid, shallow, seedy world that scene was. It's not like I'd be doing anything wrong. I would just be a guest at a party. I would be an observer of sorts, trying to make peace with the realization that this world was not meant for me.

Very quickly, my evening's fate was sealed. By 8pm, I was standing by Liana's side when the driver opened the door to the limo that was waiting to take us to our destination. The familiar butterflies in my stomach, and raw anxiety had me in a heightened state of alertness, even as Liana poured me a glass of champagne from the bottle that had been set to chill for us in the limo. This was an unfamiliar lifestyle, yet one that seemed heady with novel excitement. I took the glass and sipped at it, as I sat back against the luxe leather seats.

This environment was natural for Liana, and she stretched out like a blonde jungle cat in her black strapless dress with the long slit exposing one long leg almost to the top of her thigh. She shook her dark blonde mane and smiled at me.

"You're going to love this party," she assured me.

I wasn't so sure. I didn't trust her at all, and especially not since that night I'd betrayed her by networking future arrangements with her best client. Yet she seemed relaxed and lighthearted as the bubbles of the champagne slowly made us giddy as we eventually pulled into the large manor home on a beautiful expanse of country estate. I surveyed the darkened grounds, which included tennis courts, and what appeared to be horse stables.

"Wow," I breathed. "It's beautiful."

"Elliot is old money, of course. The house is fabulous. Who knows, we might even enjoy a game of tennis in the morning."

"Morning?" I cried with alarm, rushing to keep up to Liana in my nude stiletto heals. I was wearing a white silk slip of a dress, and the cool summer breeze whipped around me, making my nipples rise up hard under the fragile fabric.

Liana waved a hand dismissively. "Oh, you know. Sometimes these parties can go a little longer than expected. Elliot has plenty of spare bedrooms. And besides, it would be nice to have a morning skinny dip in that pool he's got... wait until you see it!"

Suddenly, my stomach was in knots as I realized how far out of the city we were. If I wanted to leave, a cab would cost a fortune, and I didn't have a credit card on me. I looked around the dark landscape with trepidation as we made our way up the cobblestone walkway. I was effectively trapped there, until Liana decided we could leave. I found myself quickly wondering what I had gotten myself into.

The doors opened to my night's adventure, for better or worse. The party was as lavish as Liana had promised; only it didn't seem nearly as sophisticated. It became quickly apparent to me that the men were in control of the night. There were many beautiful women draped over furniture, leaning against balcony balustrades and lounging topless in the hot tub on the large back deck. But they were all decoration; visual eye candy that were relying on the men that had issued their invitations to determine what they said, where they went, or who they mingled with.

Champagne glasses were being passed around, and awkwardly I watched as a large try inlayed with a mirror was placed on the table, with quite a large quantity of cocaine already finely cut and waiting for guests to enjoy. Liana was one of the first girls there, and seemed almost inanely elegant in the way she snorted the drug. She gestured to me and held out a silver colored straw, but I just shook my head. It was clear I was well out of my element.

I spent the first half of the evening talking to the host Elliot, who seemed intrigued by my naiveté and nervousness. He ensured my champagne glass was always filled, and as a result, I started to lose track of what I was drinking. The party was degenerating fast as more alcohol and designer drugs were consumed, with Liana being a kind of ringmaster of festivities.

"So Alison, do I really have to ask you?" Elliot asked finally.

"About what?" I asked, distracted by the soaking wet brunette that had walked in from the hot tub. She was wearing small bikini bottoms, and her breasts jiggled freely as she walked in and lightly toweled off before lighting a cigarette, seemingly oblivious to her nudity.

"How much do you want? For the evening?"

I should have known that question would be coming. "I'm not... an escort."

"Really? That's not what Liana told me," he said with a smile. Elliot was a good-looking man, likely in his early thirties, and obviously his wealth came from his family. This meant that he could be a playboy; getting everything he wanted without much responsibility attached to it. I could tell he wasn't used to being told "No".

Liana sidled up beside me, and nudged me with her hip, all drunken smiles as she looked at Elliot with deliberately teasing eyes. "We're a package deal tonight Elliot. Remember we settled the fee earlier?"

I looked at Liana with wide eyes, feeling my pulse start to accelerate. "What are you talking about?"

"Shhh," she chided me, pressing her fingers against my lips as though I was a child she was silencing. "You'll love it."

Elliot smiled, his dark eyes twinkling with interest and he folded his arms. "Package deals are my favorite. But it seems one half of the package is having second thoughts..."

"She's just nervous", Liana laughed. "That should please you Elliot. I know you love a girl that needs to be corrupted."

He laughed, and suddenly I felt like I had been completely left out of the joke. I shrugged away from Liana, and glared at her, my green eyes flashing with a warning look that didn't seem to faze her at all.

"We'll be back in a minute Elliot. We're just going to powder our noses, no pun intended, in the ladies room. We'll meet you in the usual place, right?"

"Looking forward to it," he said, with a wide predatory grin, as he winked at me.

Liana grabbed me hard by the wrist and virtually dragged me off down the hall into the large marble bathroom, and quickly locked the door behind both of us.

"What do you think you're doing?" I cried. "I told you, I'm not into this. I'm not some little sex doll you can rent out to your friends!"

I had never stood up to her before and part of me flinched reactively, anticipating the backlash. I was not disappointed.

"You make me laugh Alison. You pretend to be better than me, when in reality, you're just the same kind of dirty whore you want to believe I am. I'm about to make us a small fortune with Elliot. He has more money than he can spend in ten lifetimes! And let's just say... you owe me."

I shook my head, backing up against the counter. "I already did you a favor once. It was a one time deal".

Liana laughed and walked up to me with confidence. She put her hand on my thigh, and brazenly ran it up under my skirt. I felt his fingers slide up the tender slit of my pussy barely covered by the little white-jeweled thong I was wearing. Her fingers dug into me, while I froze in shock. Her face was just inches from mine.

"Do you think I'm stupid, Alison? Conrad told me everything. He told me how much he paid you for becoming his depraved little slut for the night. I didn't realize how good you are at licking ass. And didn't you tell me that you hadn't even tried anal with your darling boyfriend Seth yet? Seems like you had no trouble telling Conrad to fuck your puckered little virgin hole now did you!"

I closed my eyes and twisted my face away, inwardly reeling from the sharp sting of her words.

"It wasn't like that..." I moaned. Her fingers slipped around my thong and without even realizing it, she had one long manicured finger thrust firmly up into my pussy, easily violating my wetness. I had never seen her this aggressive. Her blue eyes were glazed over, and my heart was pounding, uncertain as to what would happen next. No woman had ever touched me this way, and certainly not someone I had considered a friend up until that moment. Suddenly it was like I didn't recognize her at all.

"I'll tell you what's going to happen now Alison. You and I are going to fuck Elliot Walker. You're going to do whatever I say tonight. Because if you don't do exactly what I say, I might be forced to tell your boyfriend what a total whore you are. Do you really want him to know how you had your tongue up a total stranger's ass, and how you got off on being used for money?"

"NO!" I sobbed, without even realizing I had said it. "You wouldn't...."

"I would," she said smugly. "Like I said. You owe me. You want me to force you into it, so you don't have to accept the fact that underneath your little girl next door act, you're just like me".

"I'm not like you," I whimpered, still aware that she had two fingers now buried in my cunt, sliding in and out with long slow thrusts. It was humiliating to be standing there with my legs shaking; being treated that way... effectively blackmailed by another woman. I swallowed hard at the lump in my throat, and I knew what she was about to say before the words ever left her lips.

"You're already wet. Are you sure you're not like me?"

I glared at her while she smiled with satisfaction at my response. She pulled her fingers out of me and then smeared them across my lips so that I could taste my juices on my fingers. I tried to turn my face away but she was too fast.

"Easy there princess," she murmured. "I've heard you can be feisty. But I looks forward to seeing it for myself."

"I'm not fucking you Liana," I bit back. "I'm not into women."

"You will be after tonight," she said sweetly. "Let's go."

She took my hand firmly in hers. Liana was taller than I was, and although she had a model's body, she certainly had the strength advantage over my smaller dancer's build. Resisting her would be an exercise in futility. I didn't even know where I was. I was over an hour's drive from the city. And I was in a strange house, with even stranger people. And the idea of Liana ruining what I had with Seth, had my adrenaline racing. I had no doubt she would do it. She had nothing to lose.

She assertively led me up the dual staircase, down a long hallway of closed doors, to the darkened room that was awaiting us. I felt like a lamb being led to the slaughter, completely uncertain as to what fate had in store for me, and unable to change the course of events that were about to unfold.

I tentatively let my gaze wander around the darkened room. There was a fire burning in the fireplace... crackling, and throwing an uneven lick of warm orange light around the room. Directly across from us, a lamp was suddenly turned on and I jolted to see the outline of a naked man. It was Elliot, standing brazenly in front of us. As he walked towards us, I cold see his long hard cock bobbing stiffly in front of him. He was all lean muscle, and had the kind of body that shouldn't have necessitated him using an escort service. Clearly he could have any woman with his looks and money. Unless what he wanted was something most women were not interested in giving.

"Mmmm.... Elliot. You got ready without us," Liana teased, holding tightly to my hand as though she knew I was in danger of bolting from the room.

"My imagination got away from me," he admitted with a smile, taking a sip of the snifter of cognac he was holding in one hand. He set it down on the long desk in front of an ornate wall of bookshelves. I realized we were in the library. The firelight danced off the rich dark walls, and leather club chairs.

"Look how innocent she looks, all dressed in white," Elliot smirked. "So scared. Darling, surely you're not afraid of me, are you."

I didn't know how to respond. I could feel my knees clicking nervously together. Somehow this situation had me far more uncertain than that night with Conrad. I realized the variable responsible for this anxiety was Liana.

My roommate and friend seemed like she had transformed into someone I no longer recognized. There was an arrogant confidence to her, at ease in her element, and the way she licked her lips, as she looked me, making me realize she had been waiting for this night for quite some time.

Liana walked up to me authoritatively and pushed me backwards until I had stumbled up against the long leather lined desk.

"This is part of her game Elliot. She's a whore and she doesn't want to admit it to herself. She just needs to be convinced."

I winced at her words and let out a gasp of alarm as she pressed me back against the desk, until I was forced up and partially onto it. Liana smiled at me in the darkness without sympathy and put both hands on my bare thighs. She slid them purposefully upwards, bunching the white silk of my dress up until I had to move before she ripped it as she worked it up around my waist.

"Such a pretty little jeweled thong you wore," she grinned. "Are you sure you weren't expecting someone else to be admiring it tonight?"

"No," I whispered, feeling tears spring to my eyes. "You know why I'm here. It wasn't for this."

"Plans change Alison," she said matter-of-factly and then to my surprise, she slid down to her knees, roughly parting my legs while I gripped the edge of the desk to steady myself.

Elliot watched the scene unfold from over her shoulder, and he instinctively began stroking his cock.

"Look at how delicious this little snatch is," Liana purred. "I've been wanting a taste of it since she moved in with me, Elliot."

"I have no doubt", he agreed. "I'll enjoy having a lot more than a taste of it tonight. Why don't you warm her up Liana."

My jaw was partially agape, not quite believing that my friend was bent over at the waist, surveying my pussy with a kind of interest she obviously was not just faking for her client. She rubbed my clit through the sheer white thong that was suddenly soaking wet. I couldn't help myself. The entire scene both terrified and aroused me at the same time. Her long tongue slithered out from between her soft lips and began to lick at the wet centre of my panties. Her tongue went back and forth in long easy strokes while I held my breath, still in disbelief at what was happening. Her tongue was hard and probing and it slid around the fabric until it was against my trembling clit, circling it and undulating against it until I was struggling to contain the little gasps that threatened to erupt from my throat. I didn't want to enjoy it, and I certainly didn't want her to think I was, as she eagerly ate my pussy with an expert tongue.

I tried to squirm away from her, but she held my thighs tightly. I could feel her long nails digging into either side of my hips so that there was no escape from her hungry mouth. I started breathing harder and faster as I brought one hand up to my mouth, biting on the knuckle to prevent my strangled moans.

"You like that don't you," Elliot said with a smile, coming up beside me to run his hands down the back of my head, twining in my long blond hair. "You like how it feels to have your best friend sucking your clit like that. Does it make you feel dirty?"

"Yes," I gasped, finally releasing the moans at her expert skills as she tongue fucked my wet hole over and over again with relentless abandon.

"Maybe I'll have to find a way to shut you up so that you don't moan too loudly, so that you don't have to admit how much you're enjoying this." He took a fistful of hair closer to my scalp and started to pull it back forcing me to lie down against the table, while I groaned my protest.

"Don't do this," I sobbed.

"Don't do what?" he teased, but I could see the glaze of lust clouding his dark eyes as he looked at me lying helplessly against the desk. He pulled the straps of my beautiful white dress down roughly, pinning my arms at both sides, until my breasts were exposed for his hands to fondle. He rubbed at my nipples that were hard with arousal despite my anxiety at the situation I had been put in. He took each nipple in between his fingers, squeezing them and rolling them with pleasure.

"Do you think your boyfriend would be shocked to see you like this?" he asked with amusement. "Or do you think he would be more upset to know that you liked it."

I writhed against Liana's probing tongue as it ceased thrusting in and out of my hole, to slip down further. She lifted both my legs up until they fell back against my chest and then splayed them wide. Her tongue slid down my wet labia until it found the little pink star of my ass where it pressed against it's resistant muscular ring while I moaned loudly.

"Ah, that's what you like isn't it," Elliot mused. "You are a dirty little girl, aren't you."

"No," I cried, but it was clear that I was losing all credibility. Liana's probing felt like a serpent's tongue and I was shocked as it wriggled past my resistant opening into my ass. "Oh my god," I sobbed.

"Shhhh... You don't want your boyfriend to know how much you're enjoying this now, do you? Let me help quiet you down".

His hard cock loomed in front of my face, and I moaned with reluctance, trying to twist away from it, but the straps of my dress had restrained both my arms and I felt helpless, laying splayed out on that desk, with nowhere to turn.

He put one hand on my forehead, forcing my head back to it's original place so that I was facing him and that hard rigid shaft that he pushed forward, against my lips until they were forced to open.

"That's it," he said urgently. "Take it all in like a good little slut. All the way".

My eyes widened as I whimpered, feeling him penetrate the depths of my mouth until the bulbous head hit the back of my throat, and he sighed deeply. He slowly began to slide it in and out of my mouth, back and forth. I fought not to gag by the depth he was achieving by having me pinned to the table, with nothing to do but accept that cock into my mouth and let him drive it past my wet lips. I could feel the pre-cum oozing down my throat while he kept my head immobilized, smiling down at me with a kind of lusty need that had me both nervous and excited.

His hands squeezed at my breasts, roughly playing with my nipples while he continued to fuck my mouth that was now slippery wet with saliva and cum. Both hands raked up over my breasts to pause against my throat, as I heard him moaning with pleasure. His cock was pulsing and jerking in my mouth and finally his hands slid up to both sides of my face.

"Open up for me," he cried and I accepted more of his thrusting, forcing me to relax my gag reflex until I was deep-throating his cock for those last long strokes, while he held my head tightly. With one long groan, I felt his cock jerking against my lips and he half pulled out as he flooded my mouth with several long jets of hot thick cum. It filled my cheeks, dripping down my throat, and coated my lips. I struggled to swallow it all down, lest I choke on it as he withdrew his cock, still groaning.