Ban Teller Turned Hooer

CHAPTER 19 - PARTY TIME

(NOTE TO READER: One of my followers suggested that I might start my chapters with a comment about my story. As many have surmised, this is not a story of fiction. My writing reflects real events in my life. As described to one reader, "

As written, the timeline is probably 90% accurate; the dialogues are probably 85% accurate. But the overall story line is 100% accurate. From beginning to end, my story carried on for almost 6 years. The earlier days are actually the most vivid and those are the experiences that I share in my writing." I cannot change who I was. I truly enjoyed the majority of my experiences. The major casualty of my chosen life was the damage that happened between my family and me. My family would eventually discover my activities and banished me from the family. Chinese shame is not something to be challenged. Unfortunately, I have been fully estranged from my family for over ten years.)

Taxis were becoming my new standard mode of transportation and I took a cab to the restaurant to meet Mae for lunch. The restaurant was only a couple blocks from the bank so it was always a very convenient meeting place.

I arrived about 10 minutes early and presumed I would be there before Mae, but she was already waiting for me at a booth.

I smiled at her once I saw her and walked straight to the table and sat down. The first thing she said was, "Look at you! You're glowing! And I love that dress!"

I thanked her and settled into my seat. We both were silent, each waiting for the other to start. Mae had questions and I had a lot to share. I knew I would share much of what had transpired the previous 48 hours, but knew I would hold a lot back too.

Mae finely opened and said, "Ok tell me. What was it like on Tuesday? Did you like it? Did you regret it?"

I smiled and said, "I loved it and no regrets! I'm not certain what was the biggest thrill; fucking Terry at work, my private whore house in the safe deposit vault or tasting Mae. I loved it all."

She questioned, "So you haven't changed your mine? Have you met many new clients?"

I became all smiles and said, "I think a little more than 90 since last Friday night! I've already had several repeats"

She said "What?!!!" so loudly I think nearly the entire restaurant heard her. She quieted and said, "That's not possible."

I said, "Trust me, it is possible."

I went on to share much of what had transpired since Tuesday. Our waitress took our order, served our lunch and we picked at our plates as we talked. I did tell her about my threesome with Dipper and crew but I did not tell her that Dipper was a pimp, which means I didn't divulge that I accepted him as my pimp.

Additionally I omitted telling her that most of my street action was in San Francisco because that might have caused her to ask how I came to be there or how I would even know where to go. But as I tallied through the numbers she realized that I was not far off when I said more than 90.

She said, "So what is it you like most? Is it the money?"

I said, "No, it's the thrill. Streetwalking is so exciting. I can't stop thinking about it. Now I know why you don't know how many men you have fucked. You eventually lose track. I know I will lose track."

Mae nodded and said, "That is exactly right. But, do you want to lose track or do you want to know?"

I replied, "I think I'll stop counting once I hit a 100."

Mae shrugged and said, "Well that could be any day now."

"No not one hundred overall, one hundred in a week. I don't know if I'll really hit 100. Tonight will be repeats and so will tomorrow night. I have tomorrow morning, but that won't be enough time. But, I think I would like to do it. At first I thought fifty would be a lofty goal, but that was easy. But, if I consider a calendar week, I'm at 83 since Sunday; 17 new customer's by Saturday night could happen. If not this week, definitely next week."

She started giggling and said, "Well, I guess it's appropriate that I give you a little gift I got you," and she handed me a small wrapped box.

I said, "What? You didn't need to get me anything."

Mae said, "It's just something fun, almost a joke actually. Go ahead. Open it."

So I unwrapped the present and it was a small jewelry type box. I lifted the lid and inside was a silver necklace. It wasn't actual silver, just silver in look. It was obvious it wasn't an expensive piece of jewelry, but it made no difference. Hanging on the necklace was a round plated dog tag with an inscription in cursive. It read, "I Love Cock" ('Love' was actually a heart, but I think you get the idea).

I laughed at the inscription and said, "Oh my god! I love it."

She said, "Flip it over."

I did as she asked and on the other side it read, "I Love Pussy", again with a heart.

I immediately pulled it out of the box and put it on so the 'I Love Cock' faced forward.

Mae tried to stop me, and said, "You don't need to actually wear it. It is somewhat of a gag gift."

I said, "It is not a gag gift. I absolutely love it."

She said, "No, seriously. Probably don't want to wear that at work."

I said, "Why not? It hangs low enough on this dress that it's hidden. Where did you get it? Did you have it made?"

"No. There's a store that has a lot of fun things like that. I usually go there to get fun work clothes and I saw it yesterday and had to get it for you."

"Fun work clothes? I think I need to go there! I need fun work clothes."

She told me about the boutique and described 4" skirts, crotchless panties, nippleless bras and toys; lots of toys. I wrote down the name of the boutique and put it inside my backpack.

She laughed and said, "So do you think you have enough money to shop there?"

I got serious and said, "More than enough. But I don't know what to do with all the cash. I don't think I should deposit it in my account because $4500 in cash just went in there on Tuesday."

Mae said, "So are you going to keep doing this? At least for a while? By 'a while' I mean more than a few weeks; maybe months or years."

I said, "Yes. Until I get tired of it. I don't see that happening anytime soon."

Mae said, "You need to open multiple accounts at different banks or credit unions. And, I don't mean different branches. They have to be different banks altogether. You need to open up accounts that do not earn interest. Try to find banks that have no fee checking accounts like what we offer. You want no-interest accounts so that you don't generate an interest statement that is reported every year. Open each account with about $2000 cash. No one is going to think of it as a big deal. Just say you closed an account at another bank and want to open an account at their bank for the free checking. And then every other week make your deposits into each account. Make your deposits about $800. But, at the rate you're earning money you're going to need to open a lot of accounts. If you don't have enough accounts to deposit all your cash, you will need to find more banks. Trust me, in all, I have about 20 accounts. It's small enough not to catch anyone's attention. It has worked well for me."

I looked at her and said, "You really do have this all figured out."

She said, "Yes, I do. And nearly every deposit I make at the different banks matches exactly what I make at our bank to maintain accountable consistency. But in your case, with your limited hours at the bank you need to boost it a little bit for now. In a couple years as you get paid a little more with a legitimate job you can increase those amounts too."

Tricks of the trade. Every day was a learning day.

I contemplated what she was saying and then Mae asked, "So are you ready for your party?"

I pulled the dog tag from inside my dress and let it dangle and answered, "I think my new necklace says it all."

She said, "You know, these things can get a little intense. I've never done one with 13 guys, but I have been at some parties where it might as well have been 20 guys. It's easy to get out of hand. Don't let it get too crazy. I think Terry will be certain that it doesn't turn from a gangbang to a gang rape. Even though you want it, it could still turn into rape so be certain that if you don't want to do something or if you feel it is out of control that you have the right to say stop. You'll find Terry will help you with that."

I asked, "Have you done a gangbang with Terry?"

She said, "Yes. You probably have guessed that he is connected with likeminded people. Sort of an underground society. They communicate with each other, schedule parties, share wives and girlfriends. Yes, people like him and his friends really do exist. He and the friends that I have met are pretty cool so you should have an incredible time."

I wondered, "Should I be worried? You're not trying to talk me out of it are you? I mean, we pretty much have a deal set."

"It's never too late to say no, but if I were in your shoes I would not be saying no. I somewhat wish it was me. But you're the one that Terry wants. You have exceeded any expectations he ever might have had. I think he was just hoping that someday he might be able to sneak a kiss, slip his hand up your skirt or squeeze one of your boobs. I don't think he really thought for a second that you would be the center of a gangbang."

I responded, "I haven't had any second thoughts on it. I wish it was happening right now."

Mae said, "I bet you're wet right now, aren't you?"

I said, "I don't think I have ever stopped being wet for the entire week."

She reached into her purse and pulled out her wallet and said, "Let me show you something."

She stood from her side of the table and moved to my side and slid next to me. She opened the wallet to her pictures and I found myself looking at a benign picture of her husband and her. I wondered what was the big deal until she reached down and put her hand on my thigh. The picture truly was no big deal, it was just her ploy to sit next to me without drawing attention to us.

We stared at the picture together and she continued to talk about where and when the picture was taken. I didn't say a word. Her hand slid under my dress and I spread my thighs. I could tell my pussy was wide open and her fingers discovered the same. She slid a finger inside me and she said of the picture, "You can see it was very wet that day."

I said, "Yeah, very wet."

She pulled her hand from me, closed her wallet and moved back to her side of the table. I looked at her fingers as they glistened. With her sticky fingers she picked a french-fry from her plate and brought it to her mouth and let her fingers follow the fry inside her mouth to lick them clean. She was very naughty and I liked it.

Our lunch bill was already on the table and I pulled out cash to pay for it. I never took my eyes off Mae as I did so. I said, "Maybe we should use the restroom before we go to the bank."

Mae said, "Yeah, good idea."

We got up together and walked to the restroom. We both knew that the restroom was not a multi-stall restroom. It was a one-toilet restroom. It was occupied and we needed to wait a couple minutes for the person to leave. Neither one of us was saying word.

The woman finally left the restroom and when she did, Mae and I entered the restroom together. Anyone who knows women should know that two women going into a restroom is not odd at all. Women do make up together and don't seem to care if a friend is peeing while the other adjusts her face. So us entering together should not have caught anyone's attention.

We locked the door behind us and immediately Mae whispered, "I want to eat your pussy." She didn't have to say it, because it was exactly what I wanted her to do.

I reached back and undid the button on my dress and lifted it over my head revealing my completely naked body. I hung my dress on a hook on the door and sat on the sink counter and spread my legs. Immediately Mae stopped and asked, "What's this?"

I hadn't told her about the tattoo. I said, "A little trade with one of my new clients."

She asked, "Is that the Big Dipper?"

I said, "Yes."

She said, "Why that?"

I said, "Because my pussy is made for dipping into. I want to feel your tongue dip inside me now."

She stopped asking about the tattoo and knelt onto the floor and I spread my legs wider. She instantly started working her magical tongue, plunging it deep inside my pussy, thrusting it in and out of my love hole.

The sensation was exactly what I desired at the moment. I leaned back and let her fuck my pussy with her tongue. As she tongue-fucked me she played with my clit with her fingers rubbing it gently at first and then gradually becoming more aggressive.

As a woman, she knew how she would have wanted it and she was giving it to me that way. The result was as anticipated; an enormous orgasm seemed to burst between my legs. When it hit, I tried to push her head away but she continued to torment my pussy with her tongue and fingers. It wasn't that I didn't like it; I loved it. But the body can only handle so much pleasure and I was getting dizzy.

I tried to fight her off, but it was of no use. She continued to pummel my pussy with her tongue. Finally, I gave up resisting her and I felt my body sag as I leaned back against the mirror. With her continued mouth fuck I convulsed slightly as an aftershock hit me again. And then another. And then another. She had no intention of stopping. I felt and looked like a naked rag doll with an occasional uncontrollable twitch.

As if to save my life, there was a gentle knock on the door. Mae did not stop. I regained enough composure to say, "We'll be out in a moment".

I said, "Mae, stop. Please. We need to stop."

But she continued. Another aftershock and then one more. And then, like nothing at all she stood up and said, "You'd better get dressed."

Her face was drenched. My thighs were drenched. The counter was drenched. The floor below me was drenched. Probably should have had a hazmat team come in to clean up my bodily fluids, but there was no time for that.

Shakenly, I slid off the counter onto my own two feet. My dress was still hanging on the hook and I nearly toppled over as I leaned for it. Mae grabbed me to steady my body.

She asked, "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, just give me a moment."

As I slipped the dress back on, she bent over at the sink to rinse off her face. She patted her face dry and leaned her face toward me and asked, "How do I smell?"

I took a whiff and said, "Like pussy."

She said, "Good, because I didn't want to wash it completely off."

I said, "But, I wanted to treat you too."

Mae didn't seemed to be bothered with it and said, "Next time. Better wipe off your legs a little bit."

I dampened a paper towel and cleaned much of the stickiness from me. But, my pussy was so wet, it was still dripping. I had a feeling that I would be wet the rest of the day so it was futile to fight it.

Fully dressed and composed I said, "We better get going."

I was still wobbly and Mae held my arm as we opened the door.

A very impatient-looking woman was waiting on the other side. As soon as Mae saw her she said, "Sorry, she isn't feeling very well." In actuality, I was feeling wonderful. It was just that I had a little too much wonderfulness.

We left the restaurant and started walking toward the bank. As we walked and were no longer in earshot I asked, "Why did you do that? Why didn't you stop?"

In a serious tone she said, "Was just trying to give you an idea of what you should expect tonight. These guys want to fuck you, not just to get off. They want to do everything they can to get you off. And, once they do, they won't stop. Nothing gets them going more than a girl that has lost control. And, I assure you, you will lose control. Are you really ready for that?"

For the first time she really had me questioning myself. I thought, 'Can a woman die from an orgasm overdose?' I didn't think it could happen and as I write this it is quite obvious I didn't.

I said, "I think I'm ready. I've been waiting all week for tonight. Yeah, I'm mentally ready, I just don't know what to expect."

Mae said, "It's best not to know. If you knew exactly what was going to happen it would not be exciting. Let it play out the way it does. And, presuming you don't back out of Friday night, don't expect it to be a repeat of the same. The men that will be there both nights will probably think of something new overnight. And these guys have done it before. They have no shame in fucking a pussy one after another. They have no shame in two of them fucking your pussy at the same time, if you're up for that."

I said, "It is exactly what I've been hoping for."

Mae said, "We'll see."

She opened the door to the bank and we walked inside together.

No one seemed to pay attention to us even though I felt like I had the dazed look of a woman who had just survived a bout of orgasms.

We both clocked in and it was business as usual.

I worked a regular window and not the security boxes. There were no mysterious deposits being made to my account. Even Terry acted as if it was a typical day. He never called me into the conference room for a private consultation. In all it made for a very long day as I waited for 6:00 PM closing.

As closing time approached, Terry approached me for the very first time. He said, "We'll need to get going right at 6:00 today. I have some friends coming over to my house tonight and I need to get home before they start showing up. Is that ok with you?"

Of course I said it was.

And, at precisely 6:00 we were able to lock the doors because it was one of those rare afternoons that we did not have a last minute rush.

He came up to me and asked if my drawer was closed and I assure him I had already balanced and closed. He told me to get my things so we could leave.

He deferred the closing of the bank to the assistant branch manager and we were in his car and on the way to his home.

I expected him to put his hand on me or suggest pulling over for a quickie. But, he didn't.

I asked, "Is everything ok? I thought maybe we were going to fool around on the way."

He smiled and said, "As fun as that might be, I'm saving up for tonight. I just took a Viagra and it should take effect right on time. The rest of the guys are probably doing the same right about now. They'll be ready. Are you ready?"

I said, "Yes, I'm so excited."

He said, "Hold back some of your emotions. It won't be long."

We didn't say another word the entire drive to his home.

When we pulled up to his home, there were more cars than usual on his street. And it appeared there were some familiar faces sitting in those cars waiting for our arrival. We pulled into his driveway just a little bit after 6:30 PM.

He and I walked inside together.

I'd been inside his home before. The largest room in the home was the living room. It sat at the front of the house and was immediately to the right of the entry way. But, the furnishings of the room had changed.

During my previous visits, the carpeted room was a bit formal with a nice sitting area made up of sofas and upholstered chairs. But the chairs had been moved to the perimeter of the room and in the center of the room was a queen sized box spring and mattress. The bed only had the fitted sheet protecting the mattress itself.

In general, the bed was typical except for one noticeable feature. The leashes and collars that I had seen hanging in the living room during my first visit were now on the bed. There was one at each corner of the bed. For the first time I recognized the leashes and collars for what they really were. I could see right away the leashes were connected to the mattress itself and threaded through holes in the fitted sheet. It was easy to surmise these straps were for tethering; more specifically they were for tethering me.