From High Society to Whore

She strolled once again down the wide thoroughfare heading for town, once again her captors evaded, her friend, her rock, once trusted now also to be avoided, but the escape now well rehearsed, escape from her Husband his whore, Whore features now not Horse features, and his family and their outdated Victorian ideas, Her husband who preferred the discrete Horse faced bitch to her beauty and her own physical needs and her own tireless work for the less privileged.

Her pregnancy was no more, a mere phantom, a scan showed nothing. Weeks had passed, she visited France and Belgium, seeking sponsors, adding her name and popularity to the good work, weekends away, charming playboys, apparently after one thing but in reality Gay Boys.

She sought relief in her haven over the Betting shop, but in the interim Mrs James had found another taker for her room, and wanted her to become full time in a place up town where she could make good money as a look alike; for looking like herself, she somehow kept a straight face.

She wandered lonely towards the Cafe her friends frequented, Leroy, the Pimp who had once sought to take her over as his own, was drinking coffee.

She sauntered across to him, and smiled what she hoped was seductively "Hi, any work for me? only I got my shifts mixed up."

"Sorry doll, I don't want no hassle, but I got contacts."

"Friends?" she asked.

"Contacts, you want to work, I can put the word out but, I can't use you, sorry."

He made the call.

She sat drinking Coffee until a big black guy arrived,

"This her?" he asked Leroy.

"Yeah, she works for James but she wants more." Leroy replied,

She smiled nervously as he kissed her cheek.

"You'll do, car's outside. I'm Hussein, by the way." He turned to Leroy again, "I owe you man."

He led her to the dirty old Ford car, he drove slowly, out of the city then faster along arterial roads to the dual carriageway to the countryside she started to worry, she knew the route, she often travelled it towards Suzanne and Tyler's house down by the river which she often visited.

"What sort of job is it?" she asked.

"Hey, don't Leroy tell you,? It's a party, you do serve drinks and if any punter wants more you give it to him, one of my girls gone sick, so that why I need you right now."

Suzanne a friend from her school days, now a successful actress, often had parties, showbiz type, far too risqué for her to be invited and with every turning her agitation increased until the castellated gatehouse protecting the driveway leading to Suzanne's house came into view.

He flicked the indicator switch, she realised he was indeed turning into that same drive way.

"Oh god no." she suddenly exclaimed.

"What's wrong?" Hussein queried.

"I've been here before," she replied nervously.

"Then you know your way around, don't fuss it's cool." They swept down the gravelled drive.

She felt relief as they turned to the right, towards the rear entrance, the kitchens and servants quarters not the front door she and her husband had habitually used, they swept around the back of the stable block and he parked the Ford among the Bentleys and Porches of the smart set.

Her short skirt, high heels, skimpy jacket and tight top all seemed so inappropriate, Hussein tried to reassure her.

"It's ok doll, just relax they will all be high, just make sure you get a condom on them," he led her through the kitchen entrance and up the back stairs, she saw servants she knew by sight sneering at her, no deference just contempt.

Hussein led her to the upper floor, a girl in a cheap black sexy maid's uniform sat on a bench holding her head in her hands, "How are you" asked Hussein.

"Me guts" she moaned, "I'm dying."

"I told you don't eat the seafood but don't worry Angie is here now, strip that uniform sweets and Angie can take over.

The girl pulled the dress over her head, showing she wore nothing except the high heels beneath.

"Anything they want, just protect yourself." Hussein cautioned.

They waited, expectantly, Angie realised she must strip, and slowly peeled off her jacket and top then slipped the Maid uniform over her head letting it drop down, Hussein stopped her "No Bra" he cautioned.

She slipped the cheap black bra off and tried the Maid outfit again, it fitted reasonably well, but Hussein objected to her wearing knickers, and she had no option but to strip them off as well.

Hussein handed her the drinks tray, "Say "would you like anything sir?" Hussein instructed. "Put some drinks on it first. Oh and fill your pockets with Condoms, here" He handed her a brown paper bag filled with a wide variety of brands colours and flavours and she filled her pockets.

She gripped the tray and Hussein led her down towards the main reception room, he ushered her through the door and he stood back into the shadows as she walked into the party, she spotted two other girls in maids uniform, a tall blonde serving drinks and a brunet bending over the back of a sofa while Major Richardson thrust his manhood rapidly in and out of her rectum. Many people sat around, girls, models perhaps, in their smart designer outfits, and young men and the not so young, all rich, new money, the sort her husband despised.

She felt fear, she knew some of the people, she thanked providence that they were mainly drunk or stoned and that her crudely applied makeup provided some disguise.

Suzanne staggered drunkenly around the room while Tyler seemed to be in charge of the white powder. Angie offered drinks to several people then Suzanne called her over, "Here I need champers".

"Yes Madam" Angie chirped.

"You look familiar?" Suzanne said in confusion.

"Yes Madam" Angie agreed, "Would you like anything Madam?"

"A decent husband, not a depraved shit would be a good starting point but I guess you can't help there?" Suzanne observed, her voice slurred.

"No Madam."

"Get me a drink" Suzanne insisted

"Are you sure Madam?" she asked with concern. The slap was unexpected, a flat hand full force across her face.

She reeled from Suzanne's blow, the tray fell from her grasp and she stumbled among the broken glasses.

"Clear it up you clumsy bitch."

Blood oozed where she had cut herself on the sharp shards of glass, she staggered back to her feet and a helping hand appeared, lifting her under her arm then she felt the warmth as someone held her firmly, then felt his fingers exploring her, she needed the wounds on her hand and leg cleaned and dressed but instead she was to serve an as yet unseen lover, who was gently spreading her lower lips with his fingers, she found a Condom and handed it to him, reaching back, he took it and guiding her to a sofa he positioned her over the armrest and slid easily into her from behind.

She stifled her moans of pleasure, looking around at others giving and taking pleasure around the room, Greville Jones, the Financier, prominent among them, both the other maids busy serving men and them suddenly someone opened his flies and presented a stinking prick for her to suck as he lover thrust into her.

She saw Malcolm Long waiting by the sofa, and Cecil Hague, both friends of her husband, she handed them condoms as her lovers took her, she swallowed gracefully as the thick cum spurted into her mouth, and squirmed in frustration as her clitoris remained neglected.

Long and Hague waited patiently, "Try to keep the rhythm this time, don't want to rip her in two" one mentioned. She wondered what they meant, as her unseen lover withdrew Long first lifted her up then lowered her so his straining condom clad erection slid neatly into her nicely warmed up Vagina and after a moment she felt the agony as Cecil Hague forced his attentions onto her Anus, he was gentleman enough to apply some lube but as he forced his way in she squirmed initially in pain then squirmed in ecstasy, unable to constrain her emotions any longer, unable to remain silent as all her need were fulfilled.

"What a fucking slut" Suzanne observed, "Like a bitch on heat," Suzanne was clearing the last of the broken glass, somehow resentful that the maid should be wailing in ecstasy while she was left to clear up but she regretted the slap now, she had drunk too much, the girl was only looking out for her, she thought she should make amends.

The party was dying, some had gone home, some to bed, but some remained watching her debauchery with disinterest, she felt she had moved beyond Angie, somehow she had agreed to do anything the punters wanted, no agreement, parameters, extras, menu's she was a slave to them bought and paid for, they wanted her naked, a total slut, not a professional.

Her breasts felt neglected until she felt her maid uniform lifted from her as the two thrust into her in unison, a mouth tried to engage her nipples but the position was unattainable so he held her head firmly and offered her his penis to suck, she opened her mouth wide and began to run her tongue around it and suck, she dreamed of three pricks spurting simultaneously, but it was not to be, first she struggled to swallow then she felt the swell of the condom in her anus and finally the condom in her Vagina throbbed and swelled as the final member of the trio ejaculated.

She struggled to lick the penis clean, it tasted slightly salty, but the orgasms building inside her made her movements erratic. She reached out but Cecil held her hands placed a belt, his trouser belt perhaps, around her waist clamping her arms to her side, then as Malcolm also finished they took her to Suzanne, as she lounged on a leather sofa, thrusting her face into Suzanne's crotch.

"Lick slut"

She had no choice, she did not know whether she wanted this intimacy with her friend or not but she simply eased Suzanne's knickers aside with her teeth and started to lick her sex, nibbling briefly at her clit, imagining how it must feel and taking pleasure in Suzanne's moans of pleasure, her arms were suddenly released and she took down Suzanne's knickers and pushed up her skirt baring her to view, interested faces peered, Suzanne's top and bra followed to leave them both naked.

"She's ready for you now sir." Angie said to an unknown drunkard behind her, as she stepped neatly aside and he clumsily penetrated his host believing her to be a whore, she wailed and protested he was raping her, but no one listened, She took the discarded belt and as Suzanne ineffectually tried to throw off her unwanted lover Angie took her own maid uniform and pulled it over Suzanne's head, she applied the leather strap around Suzanne's waist trapping her hands then finally she gagged Suzanne thrusting her panties in her mouth and securing them by wrapping her bra around her head.

Suzannes designer dress fitted Angie perfectly, and her gold chain and gold and diamond pendant, she grabbed a few condoms, blew one up like a balloon then shoved several more inside tying the end, she slid it inside her dripping hole for safe keeping in case she needed then later and stood back.

Suzanne regretted the slap, she struggled but this merely aroused her lover and as he withdrew another took his place, and another,

Tyler smiled broadly until he realised the woman in Suzanne's dress was not Suzanne.

"Sue's" he wailed, "What have they done to you."

She slipped away, back into her Angie persona, she slid off the dress but on an impulse took the gold and diamond pendant from the chain, she squatted down briefly and hid the pendant alongside the condoms, she felt very very naughty.

Hussein was waiting with the other girls, and seeing Angie was naked he handed her a paper bag containing her clothes and said she could dress.

She rode home the back of the Ford, comparing notes until the warmth and companionship and awareness of her companions made her kiss the softness of Sadie, the brunet's neck, "Not there" she said, pulling her skirt up, "There"

Angie knelt and twisted until her head was between Sandie's thighs yet wedged behind the front seats, "That's nice, Oh," Angie spread Sandie's labia with her fingers to allow her to bury her tongue ever deeper in Sandie,

She was still between Sandie's thighs when they arrived back at the café.

Hussein opened the door and several girls looked in amazement as Angie continued to pleasure Sadie. "Looks like she turned Lesbo girls." She heard a distant voice saying which brought her to her senses.

She climbed form the car and suddenly Hussein was giving her the evenings wages and a card with his name. He kissed her cheek and drove away into the night.

It was very late, the night sky was already streaked with the glow of morning as she rushed up the wide thoroughfare back to her gilded prison, the excitement of the evening mixed with the realisation of her friend's overt depravity and her use of drugs.

She evaded the guards easily and made her way to her room, the cuts were superficial but she broke her water glass to give a reason for the cuts before sliding into her own bed, frightened, excited, almost satisfied but intrigued.

To be continued...