CHAPTER ONE
*This story is loosely based on a variety of real places and real people.*
This is my story. It involves all those things you don't want your kids reading. Sex, passion, orgasms, love, power, control, pain, and strength. My story begins in my first year as a cub at the Lion's Den. I know you're wondering. The Lion's Den is a legalized brothel house. We are the highest of the high. If you want the best sex you've ever had for as long as you can stand it, then the Lion's Den is for you. We are a hotel/brothel house and we offer our customers a place to stay at a high cost. A basic night at the Lion's Den with one of the cubs costs a four-figure amount, which varies.
The girls who enjoy this type of work are a little cheaper however, for girls like me who are saving up for a college education, cost more. Plus, some of us girls are a little pickier in our resumes. Julianne, my close friend here, will fuck absolutely any guy who flashes his wad of cash at her. I on the other hand, will only sleep with regulars, guys who are clean, and some of the famous people. Dennis knows this and he's fine with it.
Dennis Hof is our boss, and our Lion, as we are his cubs. He's the owner and operator of the Lion's Den and he's our personal bodyguard. Some of the rooms have recently been wired for surveillance so he can keep an eye out for the troublemakers. Just last year, a cub was attacked, choked, and thrown against a wall. For Dennis, our protection is number one otherwise we couldn't bring in the men.
Sometimes we get women too. Couples come in, hoping for a new experience with the privacy. Here at the Lion's Den, we value our client's privacy and try to uphold that in our everyday actions. We don't let a lot of outside media in, and we keep high profile people on the down low. Otherwise the rich married doctors and lawyers wouldn't continue to visit and we'd lose a lot of our famous crowd.
Our location helps us to attract many famous people. We are located a little ways north of Las Vegas, Nevada, and roughly about 6 hours from any large city in California. The stars love it here. We are within driving distance for a nice weekend getaway and we are not in a populated area with lots of media and news. Most of the media concentrates their work on the city of Vegas.
So back to my story. I had been working at the Lion's Den for about five months, since I had moved here from New Hampshire, looking for an easy way to pay for college. I had seen on the internet, that the Lion's Den was looking for cubs. Young cubs that could appeal to a younger crowd as well as an older crowd. They were looking for fresh meat. Well since being a cub didn't involve stripping up on stage with stripper poles, I was interested. I could pleasure a guy easily. I couldn't get up on a stage and dance. How hard was it to give a guy a blowjob or a handjob. It took no emotion. It was just a physical motion, repeated until orgasm occurred. I figured I could do it. It was only after I had started when I realized what I had gotten myself into.
Fucking was involved. Most clients demanded it. I had been a virgin when I had started. But in order to stay here I had to agree to sex. I couldn't turn down the money and I assumed I wouldn't be here long. In my mind, I was going to remain a virgin until I had made love to someone that I had wanted to and not because I was paid to. I was stuck here and only time would tell before I would find my way out.
He came in one evening with a group of four other guys. They were well dressed and accompanying them was one very tall large guy, who almost appeared to be a bodyguard of sorts. I wondered if they were famous but they looked too young. They seemed shy and uneasy as what to do. Julianne recognized the big guy and wrapped her arms around him.
"You looking for yourself tonight Mark?" She purred into his ear while standing on tiptoe. She was lucky we all wore platform heels. She never would have reached him any other way.
"Hey baby. Maybe a little." He growled in her mouth as his lips met hers. "I am actually here for my friends. Andrew's birthday brought us. We gotta make a man outta him." Mark laughed, pulling Julianne down on his lap. My eyes gazed the four young guys, landing on who must've been Andrew since his face was reddening from a blush. He seemed very uncomfortable and probably didn't want to be here. We saw it a lot. Guys dragged in by their friends, looking to get laid. Chances were he wasn't even 21 yet. Maybe he'd just turned 18. He was tall and very slim. He wore tight black dress pants with a white belt and black boots. His shirt was blue and made of silk. His brown hair was spiked up a little into a punk hairdo and he wore black eyeliner around his brown eyes. His creamy brown eyes. They stood out like headlights to me. Our gazes met and my stomach jumped into my throat. God he was gorgeous. I had seen some good-looking clients before but never anyone like this.
I trailed my eyes over his other three friends. They were dressed a little more casual. One was wearing blue skinny jeans and a green hoodie. He too had spunky hair and wore eyeliner. Dark hair and dark eyes like Andrew. Another dark haired guy wore blue jeans with sneakers, and a t-shirt with Philadelphia written across it. He was not wearing any eyeliner and neither was the only blonde guy of the group. He wore black jeans with a green t-shirt and a black hoodie over that. Andrew was by far, the best looking of the group of four and almost looked like the youngest since he seemed so innocent and shy.
"What are you doing Megan?" I head Dennis' voice in my ear. I looked up at him and stood from the bar stool I had been on.
"Um-" I stammered.
"That's The Clovers. They are a very popular band from San Diego. Get over there and take care of them." Dennis put his hand on the small of my back and led me over to them. My black heels clicked on the floor and I found myself glancing down at them. With them I was wearing black fishnet stockings, a purple silk skirt that flowed loosely around my upper thighs, a long sleeve light purple silk shirt that bunched up around my breasts since it was v-neck and threatened to spill my breasts out of it.
"Mark. So glad you could make it." Dennis shook hands with Mark and Mark proceeded to introduce everyone.
"This is Andrew, the birthday boy." The same one I had already assumed. He introduced Brian as the other brunette wearing makeup. Peter was the blonde and the last brunette sans makeup was Adam.
"Excellent. Nice to meet you boys. Julianne and Megan," He pushed me forward, "will be taking care of you tonight. Anything you need just let them know." Dennis walked away greeting two more clients who had come in.
"I haven't seen you here before." Mark's eyes checked me out.
"I'm new." I cleared my throat and swallowed. I couldn't be shy now. I had a job to do. "So how old are you Andrew?" I wrapped an arm around his small waist and tried to avoid his eyes.
"Just turned 21." I saw his eyes linger on my breasts before glancing over at Brian and sighing.
"Your friends want you to have a good time tonight huh?" My fingers found the skin between the rim of his pants and his shirt and I gently rubbed his skin.
"He needs to lose his virginity." Peter mumbled loudly while checking out every girl within a ten-foot radius.
"Shut up Peter!" Andrew yelled and glanced back at me. "This wasn't my idea. Let's just put it that way."
"I understand. Why don't you come with me? We'll get you a drink." I veered Andrew away from the others.
"Hang on." Mark maneuvered Julianne off his lap and came over to me. "We need to discuss payment."
"Oh my god." Andrew rolled his eyes and looked down at the floor. I had noticed though that he had put his arm around me. He hadn't tried to squiggle away.
"What do you want for the birthday boy?" I asked as we walked back over to the bar.
"The works." Mark beamed.
"How long are you staying?" I asked and ordered myself a Shirley Temple with Ginger Ale. It always settled my stomach. Andrew watched the bartender make the drink and I heard him ask,
