All characters depicted are eighteen or above.
Like myself, Carla had left school to pursue a career as a whore. She and her mother, Lydia, provided a much appreciated service, for an elite clientele.
They were both stunning, both incredibly sexy, and above all, filthy.
They could afford to be selective. Their client base consisted of attractive single men and women, though mainly, married couples.
Not long after she had had her first paid fuck, Carla's mother would organise a gathering. Carla would be introduced to a mixed group of extremely rich, and privileged people. They weren't just rich, they were super rich. They were also very attractive. Lydia vetted all her customers. Her research was very thorough. Photographs were sent, along with proof of identity. Videos were exchanged between her, and her potential clients, prior to their first visit.
She would assert the rules of the house, they in return, would accept her conditions.
This ensured mutual trust. She was totally discreet, and never talked about her customers. She ran a straight business, and paid her taxes.
She didn't give a fuck about what the neighbours thought.
The rules were simple. Phones had to be handed in on arrival. Absolutely no violence, except corporal punishment. There was no bondage, there were no whips, or any other instruments of pain. Apart from that, anything was permissible.
Lydia and Carla lived in an affluent neighbourhood. Lydia had done very well with her divorce settlement, and had since, made a small fortune, selling her services.
Carla was now taking twenty five percent, she was more than happy. Before the gathering, she would be expected to hone her skills.
Lydia put Carla through a "training period."
It soon became well known among their client base that her eighteen year old daughter had become part of the package. Everyone wanted to try out the new girl.
Three nights after her initiation, Carla's mother said she would be visited in her room, by a husband and wife. She was to pretend she had no idea why they were there, but obviously do as she was asked.
That evening Carla had laid on her bed. As always, she was wearing her mother's frilly underwear. It was a black pair. She had watched her mother being fucked in them two nights before. They smelled of wet pussy, in fact, her whole room did. She had left her bedroom door open. She heard the couple coming up the stairs. They entered the room, and looked at her. The gorgeous brunette licked her lips.
"Hello," said Carla.
"Are you looking for the bathroom?"
"We've found what we're looking for," said the woman.
She had a beautiful floral dress on, and red heels. Everything about her said "spoiled bitch." Carla was already horny, she wanted so much, to be used.
"My husband is here to fuck you, and I'm here to make sure you do a good job."
"Does Mummy know you're here?"
"You're mother told us you were a whore, and we could do whatever we wanted to you. She's having a glass of Champagne, and will be joining us shortly."
"My mummy likes me to be naughty. Do you want me to be naughty?"
"We want you to be very naughty."
"Can I say dirty things?"
