His Sister in His Lap

Escalating to a full argument might have risked someone overhearing, so John didn't pursue things any further, "Whatever. I guess the evening's pretty much done now, so I'll get out of your hair. I can still pop round to see you tomorrow before I leave. As Karen. We can pretend it never happened"

"Done?" said Karen, "You have no idea, do you? Peterson has paid for all of us to accompany you back to your hotel rooms for the whole evening."

John was shocked to his very core. He whispered angrily to her, "It's one thing to discover you do a bit of dancing on the side, now you're telling me you're a prostitute as well?"

Karen replied, "High-class call girl actually, on occasion, at a premium. It pays the bills. Don't get all high and mighty. You've had no qualms about anything that has gone on tonight. Don't pretend that if I wasn't your sister, you wouldn't be burying your cock into me the first chance you got."

John had been more worried about overall bent of his sister's profession, but the more imminent implications of her revelation suddenly hit him. "Wait, what are we going to do? We can't...I mean I guess I've got to leave, fake an emergency, or switch to another girl, or something, there's no way..." Technically his girl was still Davina, but Tanaka seemed to have staked a claim to her now as part of a presumbed threesome.

Karen snorted, "No, don't you see? It's perfect. We just slink off to your hotel room, close the door then both get a full night's sleep. Then, in the morning, it's complementary breakfasts and I get to bill your company for the works without actually having to do anything. I've already offered up a whole bunch of extras that I would never normally do just to max out the price."

John started to object this, but Karen butted in again, "Remember, you owe me for this evening."

John wasn't sure that he did. He'd thought of it as more of an alliance towards a common interest of non-discovery, but what Karen said made a certain sense. Bumping into his sister here, meant that he'd miss out on an all-expenses paid visit to wonderland with another lady, but things being what they were, it was probably safer to squirrel her away back at the hotel and call it a night. He really didn't want her fucking anyone he worked with. Technically it counted as defrauding his employer, but the special 'expense budget' seemed to have a highly individual set of rules and morality applied to it anyway, so he wasn't overly concerned.

John finished cleaning up. He was now wearing the same ridiculous oversized T-shirt as Nakamura, but at least it covered the stains on his trousers. It was now around 1am, so as long as the night was dark and the hotel was quiet he should be able to get back with minimum embarrassment. They returned to the VIP room. Things had quietened down there. John wondered if there had been action while he'd been out. Almost certainly yes, but if so, it had been a quickie for everyone. When he entered, they stood up and started to get their things together. "Time to move on," Peterson announced.

As others left Roberts pulled John aside. "We're taking all the girls out for the evening. Nakamura's out for the count, so we've got one left over. Thing is, we all kind of had a bit of a go with our ladies just now while you were out cleaning up. I think Peterson wants to keep hold of Monique, but everyone else might be up for a bit of a swap. To be completely honest, if you've had your fill of Penelope, I wouldn't mind banging her myself. I heard she's fairly new to the game, but is fitting right in and has just agreed anal for the first time ever with a customer. What do you say? We could do a direct swap for Amelia? Or if there's someone else you're interested in there might be more opportunities for pass the parcel later."

It was difficult to say no to your boss, but Roberts had just been filming a very vivid porno in the set of John's mind, one that John really didn't want to see acted out in reality. He smiled "Oh, geez, Mr Roberts, you know I kind of had my heart set on her..."

Roberts took it a lot better than he'd feared. "That's fine. I understand if you don't want an old man's sloppy seconds. I'll see if Tanaka will swap Nikita with me." Increasingly, John was finding Roberts made his skin crawl.

When they got out into the street, two private taxis were waiting. Peterson, Watanabe and Tanaka went in the first one with their ladies. John, Roberts and the now semi-awake Nakamura had the other one. John held the door open for Penelope, Amelia and Davina to get in. Davina had been doubling up with Nikita with Tanaka, but each car would only fit six.

They drove away from the club and around the various side-streets of Soho. Once they reached Oxford Street the cars naturally could only turn left. John assumed they'd make a U-turn at the first set of lights, but when the turned green they kept going forward.

"Er, Mr Roberts," he said, "The hotel is back that way."

"We're not going to the hotel. We're off to another club."

"What, another strip club?" John asked, knowing the answer was no, but hoping for more information.

"Not exactly," said Roberts. "You'll see when you get there. Oh, but I'd better give you this now." He passed a silver packet of pills to John.

"What's this?" John asked genuinely confused for a second.

"If you have any problems getting it up, just take them discretely. I'm sure a healthy young lad like you won't need them, not till the third or fourth go round anyway, but some people find that doing it in front of others affects their performance, so to speak."

John looked at him in disbelief. Then he looked up at Penelope. She was laughing. Did she know about this?

Roberts continued, "You're partying with the big boys now. Nakamura has an exhibitionist streak a mile long and you should have seen some of the things we got up to in Tokyo. It was his idea to invite you along by the way. Add some young blood to the party. He was apparently very taken with your physique back in that onsen. He was very excited by the idea of watching you taking this lovely young lady's ass."

John felt his cheeks burning red.

"Amberley, don't fuck this up." Roberts threatened.

Penelope gave him a big smile, "Don't worry, Mr Roberts. I'm going to make absolutely sure he doesn't."