All characters appearing or mentioned in this story are 18 years old or older. This story is a work of fiction and any reference or description to actual persons is unintentional.
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March 2000
My Saturday started off well enough. Good sleep, chores were done quickly. I even rolled around my house on my skateboard, cause why not? It was raining still, cause that's what happens half the year in Portland, but I was determined not to let that get to me.
I lunched at a very nice Mexican joint that had really great tacos and, as it turned out, was dangerously close to my house. I was walking back home, up to my front door when I saw a note taped to it.
It was from Eva.
"Dear Paul," it started.
"I have a ton of errands going on today, and you weren't home, and your machine is broken (still), so I am leaving this for you.
"I have a request for this coming Sundays' meeting. I'd like to, if you're willing, 'pay you for your special services'. It's all in good fun, but I find the thought of buying a man for the evening exciting. Doubly so if I'm buying you.
"I'll leave the details up to you, but wanted to give you time to prepare, as I know you like making things... interesting. I'll even bring real money, since it's more fun that way.
"See you tomorrow night. I'll bring cash. - Eva
Well now, I thought, this was certainly something that was new. She even left a red lipstick impression under her name. I don't think anyone had ever 'bought' my services before. But I also found the idea... intriguing. Not to mention massively ego inflating.
I wonder how much Eva thought I was worth?
Going into my house, I made two phone calls. The first was to Eva, leaving a message on her machine saying that tomorrow's agenda was fine.
The second call I made was to a friend who I thought would make things more interesting. Not to mention check a box that Eva had been thinking about for a while.
"Hello," the sultry female voice said as she picked up.
"Hey, it's Paul," I said. "I have a favor to ask. And I think it's one you'll find fun."
"Oh," the voice said in an interested tone. "Please, tell me more."
"First off; what are you doing tomorrow night..."
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Sunday evening could not come soon enough for my liking. I had spent the say cleaning up the house and, strangely enough, buying a lot of pillows and curtains from 2nd hand shops. It all went to the theme of 'harem' that I was going for.
Eva wanted to, as her note said, buy my company for the evening so what better place to do so then a brothel?
The hangings were placed in doorways and the pillows were spread out everywhere; floor, couches, chairs, even a few on the stairs just in case someone wanted to get intimate there. Gave it a very harem like feeling I thought. The lights were also draped with transparent red fabric to add to the ambience.
I had closed the curtains in most the house except ones in the front room, just in case Amanda wanted to peek in on the fun. At 7pm exactly, a knock came at the front door.
I was sitting on the couch in the front room, naked, but I didn't get up to open the door. Instead, my surprise guest answered it instead.
"Welcome," I heard Alina say as she opened the door. "Please come in."
Eva, even through a translucent curtain, was visibly shocked and confused, but continued to play along. Alina, for her part, was in every way provocative and distracting, so it was easy to see why Eva was stumbling over her words.
When I had proposed the idea of Alina being a 'madam of a brothel', she as intrigued. She asked some very pointed and specific questions on what liberties she could take with her employees. But she also agreed that it would be fun to fulfill another woman's fantasy. And truth be told, she said, our adventure on the train got her interested in the idea.
Also, she was thinking of a way to satisfy both womens' fantasies at the same time.
For her part as my brothel boss, Alina pulled out all the stops. Her rich brown skin was flawless, and she was showing quite a lot of it. Her hair was in the grow-out process of her usually closely shorn look, but was enough for her to part and matte down with product. Her makeup was mostly around her deep brown eyes with a turquoise shade and red lipstick accentuating her already beautiful, full lips.
She was wearing a corset that was sort of plastic looking, light white, and see through in the extreme. The large nipples of her DD cup breasts were proudly on display under the translucent material. She also had on a victorian style high-low bustle skirt. It was black, floor length in the back, and basically a belt in the front. Her bare, smooth, and, for lack of a better word, perfect pussy were proudly on display.
Alina claimed that, as a brothel owner, it would make sense that she'd need to be available quickly if a client wanted something special. So long as that thing was sex with her.
The plain black heels finished the outfit and clicked lightly on the hardwood floors.
I didn't hear anything for a few moments from Eva, likely because this was not what she was expecting. However the distinct clicking of stiletto heels on hardwood sounded and the door closed. I could see through the slightly transparent curtains that were separating the front room from the hallway as Alina took Evas coat and hung it on the hook.
Eva, for her part, looked like a woman who was looking for a good time. Which she was. And for thirty eight years old, she could have passed for twenty easily with how she looked.
She had her long brown hair down, framing her face. Under her coat, she had on a very lacy (and see through) pale purple corset bra that presented her C-cup breasts tantalizingly well. The contrast of her dark brown nipples was clear to see.
Her skirt was pleated leather, very short, with a wide belt. Since her profile was to me, I could see a goodly amount of the bottom of her amazing ass. The toned legs and pointed heels were always awesome to see as well.
Despite the light brown skin on her, I could see that she was blushing intensely. She took a moment to take in Alina. This was normal, I suppose, but it was incredibly arousing to see a woman hungrily eyeing another woman.
"Um..." Eva started. She cleared her throat and seemed to get into character.
