Svetlana's Incredible Dream
Our technologist Sveta is a very emotional girl; she often comes to me as the chairman of the trade union committee with various issues. But tonight she simply surprised me by asking for a private audience. My accountant Larisa, snorting loudly, rushed out the door, and Svetochka told me... her terrible dream. Well, women! And the dream was in color and very vivid; Sveta woke up with a pounding heart, but someone advised her to tell someone about this dream. And she chose me!
— Alexander Alekseevich, you are such an interesting man and always listen to me attentively, and you are already of an age where you won't laugh at me, saying it's just
a dream... Well, I'm all tormented by this dream repeating, and it comes to me like a movie in four parts, like this...She's all trembling and shaking, not childishly, as they say. Well, it's Friday, the end of the workday, my wife has gone to the dacha, so we can talk a bit longer. Well, first you feed and water a guest, and only then do you question them. So, in about half an hour, Sveta was already quite "warm"; I slowly poured four shots of "Tavria," and she knocked them back quite briskly. I hugged her, started to calm her down, and she suddenly sat on my lap and then such a passionate, hot kiss. Well, well! I'll have to calm her down, as they say, in a completely adult way, otherwise nothing will work.
Picking Sveta up in my arms, I carried her to the rest room; I have an excellent ottoman there, I like to "take a nap" a bit after lunch. Well, now I was fully "taking a nap" on Sveta, her white panties fluttered onto the chair, and she so hospitably spread her legs—I was in complete delight! A young, firm woman beneath me! And she even allowed me to finish inside her!
Well, now, having received pleasure and calmed down, and having tidied ourselves up a bit, we sat down at the table and, wetting our throats again with the noble drink, Sveta began to tell her unusual dream...
...Tonight I had a strange dream (to say the least!). The dream was in color, and I participated in it as the main heroine. Why I had such a dream—I don't know, but I'll tell you. I've been under the impression all day... It was in Paris...
Having listened to the stories of my friend Sophie (she worked part-time in a brothel and had a fairly good income), I also decided to earn some extra money. I so wanted a new dress, a matching purse, shoes, and I'm not even talking about a new chinchilla fur coat—that was my dream!
I finally made up my mind... Sophie brought me to her "place of work." To say I was in shock is an understatement!
I won't describe the building. Suffice it to say it was located on the outskirts of Paris and from the outside was no different from the other houses.
Sophie and I arrived early in the morning when everyone in the house was still asleep or just waking up. A sleepy, displeased doorman opened the door to our ring and let us into the hallway, deftly taking our coats.
We went into the living room. The living room was quite large and cozy. Expensive furniture, sofas, armchairs, movable tables with built-in mini-bars, expensive carpets on the floor, beautiful designer curtains on the windows, and paintings on the walls...
Sophie, like a seasoned guide, began explaining and showing me the interior rooms of the house. — This is the living room. Here we receive clients; here the "viewings" also take place.
I remained silent, although I immediately wanted to ask a lot of questions. — Let's go further, — commanded Sophie, and I silently followed her.
Passing through a small corridor, we entered the dressing room. — There are three such rooms on this floor. So as not to crowd and not disturb each other. Also... so conflicts don't arise.
— Here we get ourselves in order, dress up; here is also the main set of cosmetics and toiletries, as well as the costume room. There are costumes for "special games," beautiful evening dresses, expensive lingerie, and stockings of all colors and styles—each has her own closet with this stuff, — Sophie explained carelessly.
— Wow—stuff! — I thought. There's enough here for several of my annual salaries...
— In general, everything necessary is here to drive a client crazy! — continued Sophie. — Although you could meet clients looking as you do now—with your figure and appearance! You look stunning as is! — and Sophie looked me over from head to toe with envy.
I shivered a little under her gaze and blushed.
— God! How sweet! — "sang" Sophie. — She even gets embarrassed! Adorable! Okay... let's go further.
The corridor ended with a large wooden staircase with carved railings, its steps covered with a carpet runner, secured on each step. The staircase led to the second floor to the bedrooms. We silently went upstairs, and my eyes were met by a corridor with five rooms on each side.
— Here we serve clients; the rooms lock from the inside, but the owner has a universal key to open them from the outside, if needed... But I hope that won't be necessary...
— If a room is free, there's a tag hanging on the outside doorknob that says—free. See—like here.
Then you can enter and use the bedroom. But we, as a rule, know in advance which bedroom is at whose disposal today. In general, you'll learn as you go...
— And now, go in and look. Ask questions if something is unclear.
Sophie pressed the doorknob and let me go first. We entered the bedroom, and Sophie sat down on a bench near the door. I began to examine the room and everything in it.
Next to the bed stood a dressing table with a pouf, as well as a table with a mini-bar. Another couple of soft armchairs, a chair, and a small cabinet on curved legs in another corner of the room. On the floor, a soft, expensive carpet, and on the bed, an expensive bedspread and several pillows and cushions of different sizes. On the window, heavy velvet curtains so no gaze could penetrate the "inner sanctum."
— Wow—a race track! — I thought, returning my gaze to the bed. On such a bed, four people could easily lie side by side without disturbing each other's sleep. Yes...
The bed legs are screwed to the floor. Well, of course... So it doesn't move and knock against the floor... On the floor, a luxurious carpet—so footsteps, or maybe running, can't be heard...
— And what's that? — my gaze moved to the cabinet.
— Open it and look! — Sophie answered carelessly, continuing to observe me.
I walked over to the cabinet and opened the door. Immediately, a blush flooded my cheeks... In the cabinet, on the shelves, were many "toys" and strap-ons for sexual pleasures. There were boxes of condoms of different sizes and colors, different flavors and various shapes. And also jars of aroma oils, Vaseline, and lubricants. There were also items for sadomasochism.
I looked anxiously at my friend. Seeing the question on my face, she said: — Yes, dear! What did you expect? Clients are different... But don't chicken out. They already have their favorites among us. Maybe you won't have to...
— And you?
— What about me?
— Have you had such an experience?
— Nicole, don't worry about it. Well... there have been such clients, of course. But only a couple of times. It's just that we have girlfriends who adore hardcore sex. Mostly—they are their clients, so don't worry too much.
And now ask what's bothering you...
I didn't even know where to start...
— What's that door? — I pointed to a door in the corner of the room.
— That's the bathroom and toilet. The bathroom is large—a jacuzzi. You can have sex there too—"go for a swim," so to speak..., — Sophie smiled. -There's everything necessary there: towels in the cabinet, shampoos, aroma oils and lubricants, several "toys," special gels... You'll look at everything and get the hang of it later.
All "toys" are disinfected in the morning; you just mustn't put used ones back in the cabinet, leave them on a chair or on the floor. Bed linen and towels are changed every day; the bedrooms are cleaned by maids. Just don't leave your underwear behind, or they'll snatch it for themselves. There have been such cases... Alcohol and drinks are constantly replenished, dishes are thoroughly washed—that's not your problem.
— The main thing to remember is one thing—the client and his whims come first. If the client is satisfied—the establishment gets a good profit, and you get excellent pay. Plus, you build a clientele among the client's friends—secret advertising works.
You understand...
— And now look and remember! — with these words, Sophie took me by the hand and led me to the bed.
Lie down! — she commanded me. — Lower your hand and feel under the base for a button. Found it? This is a call button, so to speak—a panic alarm. So try to always be in bed on this side. This button was installed a couple of weeks ago, after what happened to one girl. There's the same button in the bathroom, on the edge of the tub—you'll find it later.
— And what happened? — I asked curiously.
— Nothing good! Our girl was barely saved. One client got so carried away that he almost strangled the poor thing! First, he raped her for a long time and tortured her with a whip—the bastard, and then he started strangling her. People came running to the screams and opened the door with the universal key...
That's why they installed such buttons in all the bedrooms after that. The girl later left our establishment—her psyche couldn't take it. And we no longer accept that client here. Of course, there was no publicity..
— I kind of don't want to work here anymore! — I thought. Sophie, "reading" the doubts and anxiety on my face, uttered: — Oh, don't be afraid! Mostly, everything here is decent. Clients are rich businessmen and wealthy people with a position in society. All, as a rule, are married, they have families, children, etc. You understand that poor people don't come here. And they behave decently (with very rare exceptions). It's not in their interest for there to be publicity or something worse...
One girl was incredibly lucky! Half a year ago, one millionaire became so infatuated with her that he practically led her from our establishment straight to the altar. Just like that! And Sophie clicked her tongue: — That girl was incredibly lucky!
— The main thing is that food, alcohol, and drinks—everything is at the establishment's expense. But don't overindulge—you didn't come here to eat! — and my friend laughed. — But you'll be able to afford expensive outfits, jewelry, and even a vacation on the Côte d'Azur, or maybe abroad. Many clients give expensive gifts. So don't be shy—take them. Those are your legitimate tips. But you mustn't extort! If you're in good standing with the clients and the owner—you'll buy yourself an apartment and an expensive foreign car in half a year or a year. Or they might even give them to you, depends on your luck! That's how it is, friend... Take note!
— And now let's go downstairs. The girls should already be in the dressing room. We'll introduce you to the other girls, and they'll get to know you, and also inspect you. They'll give you their resume...
— How inspect? I don't understand...
— What's not to understand? You'll strip naked... They'll tell you about your advantages and disadvantages, give advice. Each will show herself. And stop blushing already, dear! Like a little girl, really!
Everyone immediately stared at me with interest as soon as we entered the dressing room.
— O o o o ! We have a new one! Welcome!
— What's your name, sweetie?!
— Where is such a beauty from?
Several questions sounded from the girls at once.
— This is my friend Nicole! — Sophie introduced me. Please don't offend, but love and at least provide support for the first time—she's not your competitor yet.
— Of course—not a competitor! With such looks and figure! — one of the sitting girls hissed venomously.
— Suzy, calm down! Remember yourself when you first came to us! — Sophie retorted sharply.
And she commanded me: — Strip naked!
With trembling fingers, I began to unbutton my blouse. — Let me help you, — said Sophie and began to unbutton my skirt. Soon I stood before the gazes of 8 girls in my Eve costume.
They began to walk around me in turn, brazenly inspecting me from every side...
— Well? The picture is clear! Nature and mom and dad have endowed our new girl with many advantages! But something needs to be refined! — Maria (one of the girls) said loudly.
— Bra size 3 or 4? — another inquired.
— 4 full size, — I babbled.
— You're lucky, baby! — a third girl said snidely.
— Beautiful butt, waist, just right! Well, what do you think, Michelle?
Michelle (a stunningly beautiful blonde) silently looked at me, smiling. — Legs are simply magnificent! Gorgeous hair and beautiful face! (I mentally thanked her!) — said Michelle.
— But this! This is a nightmare! — said red-haired Marie, pointing a finger at my "overgrown" pubic mound, and then all the girls laughed loudly.
— Darling, these "thickets" require trimming, and a specific one at that... Otherwise, the client's lips and tongue will get tangled in them, like a traveler in the jungles of Borneo... The girls laughed together again.
— Marie, stop embarrassing Nicole. Better call the specialist and have the depilation procedure done, and also invite the manicurist. Let her give Nicole a manicure and pedicure, and also those who need it. And it wouldn't hurt to call the hairdresser. In general, you know what's needed, — said Sophie.
— But overall, everything is excellent! — said Michelle and winked at me encouragingly. — The girl is beautiful by nature and takes care of her appearance, skin, and figure! Everything necessary will be done by the specialists. And what hair and skin! Even a bit enviable! — Michelle continued.
— Okay, that's it! Girls, now show yourselves! — commanded Sophie. The girls, as if on command, took off their underwear and began to demonstrate themselves, taking turns approaching me and turning front and back to me. I blushed with shame.
— Well, there! Now you understand everything! — Sophie slapped me on the butt. Get yourself in order, preen your "feathers." Then choose yourself an evening dress, jewelry, and lingerie.
— Michelle, I ask you, help the new girl! And I'm going to the center. Does anyone want me to bring something?
Sophie looked questioningly at the naked girls.
— Yes, of course! Bring me a rich millionaire! — Suzy quipped