Grand Pleasure Station: Exposed! (Feature Article Part 2) (New Erotic Fiction)
By Kendall Swan
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Copyright © 2009 by Kendall Swan
Also by Kendall Swan:
Grand Pleasure Station: Exposed! (Feature Article Series) (New Erotic Fiction)
NAKED Parent Teacher Conference
NAKED Housekeeping
NAKED Restaurant Critic
NAKED Neighbor
NAKED Cheerleader and other stories
The Sexual Memoir of Emma: A Whole New World
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Grand Pleasure Station: Exposed! (Feature Article Series Part 2) by Sierra LaSalle
Welcome back. This is part two of the Grand Pleasure Station expose. We will continue our tour of the prostitutes and their ‘Johns’—getting an inside glimpse into their lives. Once again, I will take you inside the brothel outside of Las Vegas to show you what really goes on. You will get the behind the scenes look without having to pay the sometimes thousands of dollars these women (and man) of the night charge.
Liz
I am in Liz’s room which has a larger window than the others. It looks out into the desert with orange, rocky mountains punctuating it’s expanse. Her room is floral. The walls are white but there are flowers everywhere and on her bedspread. This very much feels like a girly girl’s room.
25 year old Liz is tall and tan with long blonde hair. She looks like the stereotypical California girl. Her body is muscular but voluptuous. She also has fake breasts whose elevated round shape belies their source. She is wearing a black satin robe that hangs open revealing her naked torso underneath. I can see her small line of black hair just above her folds. She takes my hand and leads me to her bed when I enter the room. We both sit on the bed, me against the headboard, Liz sitting across from me Indian style. Just like with Annabelle, I can see her glistening pussy. Her robe occasionally reveals one or both nipples when she moves. They are erect.
“Liz, tell me about yourself. How did you become a prostitute?” I begin.
“The traditional way—I was a dancer first. Exotic dancer, not like ballerina or anything. I got into dancing for the money. I had gone to a strip club with a guy I was dating in high school. He paid for the dancer to give me lap dances instead of him. The guys are never allowed to touch but the bouncers and dancers seem to like it if a girl does the touching. I was allowed to rub her all over just like she was doing to me. She would be standing above me and lean down to kiss me. It was like our secret though because her long hair shielded anyone from seeing.
“I got so wet. I had never had an experience with a girl and she was so hot! I wanted her to finger me but she didn’t want to risk it. She whispered in my ear for me to come back some other time without my boyfriend. I did the following week and that’s when I had my first lesbian experience,” Liz said.
“So you are a lesbian? Do you brand yourself that way?”
“I don’t really brand myself that way. I think it would be limiting. And I don’t know that I’m a full blown lesbian. I’m bi really. I enjoy sex with men and I like hanging out with men. I just like sex with women better, that’s all.”
“The dancer you had your first lesbian experience with—did she get you into dancing?”
“Sort of. I mean, I didn’t start dancing until after high school but I remember her apartment and all the money she made. She said she liked it because she actually did like women. As a dancer, the men aren’t allowed to touch if you don’t want them to. She liked that.
“I liked that, too. Men in strip clubs are different than men who come here. They are much more annoying. So it’s pretty easy to start to write men off and just like women if you work in a strip club all the time.”
“Is that what happen to you, what ‘made’ you a lesbian?” I ask.
“No, not really. I always kind of had feelings before that. I never felt comfortable admitting those feelings to myself. I didn’t want to define it. I just knew that I liked making out with girls. That I liked looking at hot girls. They got me wet really, really fast.
“Speaking of wet, would you like me to show you what a lesbian can do?” she asks seductively.
“No, no. Thank you. Janet just made me cum a little while ago. I think I need to calm down. But if you want to show me how you touch yourself, that would be great. Do you get requests for that?” I ask.
“All the time. Sometimes men just want to know how to touch a woman. A lot of what we do is just therapy or education. If things aren’t going good for them at home, we can help them with that. Help them do things better. So I usually just get myself off in front of them so they can see what I like. And then they try some of the things they just saw which of course turns them on and they just want to fuck my brains out.”
[Liz slides off the bed and pours herself a glass of wine from a bottle on the nightstand.]
“Did you want a glass?” she offers.
“No, thank you. I’m fine.”
[Liz opens the nightstand drawer and pulls out a smooth, thin vibrator.]
“This one is good for a show.”
“Can we talk some more as you get yourself off?”
“Of course, sweetie. Hit me.”
“Well, you don’t brand yourself as a lesbian and you have sex with men most of the time here. So why would you even think of yourself as lesbian like in the first place?”
“Simple, I love having sex with girls more. I love when couples choose me because I can always show the wife a great time so that she feels okay with her husband fucking me in front of her. Sometimes they don’t want that, but usually they do. Or he’ll fuck both of us at the same time. But I always try to do some foreplay with the wife first before anything. Just watching that is foreplay enough for the man. And all the girls here know how good I am. I get picked most for other girls’ threesome parties. They request me because they know how good I’m going to treat them.”
[Liz has been slowing inserting the vibrator in her pussy. I comes out glistening with her juices. Sometimes she leaves it in there vibrating whiles she plays with her clit.]
“Do you always bring another girl in with the guy if it’s not already a couple?”
“I try. I always suggest it. And guys don’t get offended at my offering. Most guys would love four hands on them instead of two. It usually just comes down to what they can afford. My better off clients are hooked on threesomes now. It’s great for everyone. I get paid more. I get another girl some profit. I get to enjoy some pussy. The guy has a better time. It works out for everyone.”
[Liz sharply inhales and throws her head back as she cums. I can see the inside of her pussy as it spasms and clenches as she cums. She pumps the vibrator in and out and then slowly comes to a stop as her pleasure dies down. She opens her eyes and sees me watching her.]
“I’m sorry,” she says. “That was faster than I intended. I was imagining doing you with a strap on. It’s too bad Janet got to you first. I would’ve loved to pump you while our nipples touched,” she says while smiling at me.
“Well, thank you. I’m sure I would’ve loved it. Another time, maybe,” I say. “Thank you for the interview.”
“No problem. When you leave, will you tell Carol that I’m available now? Thanks.”
“Okay,” I say as I leave her room.
Bill
Bill is a client of Annabelle’s. The three of us are in Annabelle’s room. He is older but in shape. 40-45 yrs old. He is wearing worn jeans, hiking boots, and a button down shirt. He has paid for an hour and signed the release to let me watch and report on what I witness. He has also agreed to a quick interview before sex as long as it doesn’t count against his hour. Annabelle has agreed.