House Slut - S01 E76

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House Slut - S01 E76

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 76

The Party!

Tega steps boldly into the great unknown ad she arrived to her first paid gig!

Tegan arrived at the address she’d been given and reviewed the message history with Simon.



> what movie you seeing Friday?

Commando <

> Classic, gung ho. Well I’m going to a party if you can join after. BCP.



After that he’d texted the address and the time. Black choker, pink ribbon. That meant oral service for both men and women. She almost texted back to see if the pink ribbon was strictly necessary but decided against it. It wouldn’t be her first time, even though ever since her brief affair with Bethany she had never felt attraction to women. The main disappointment for her was that he hadn’t given her the full-service assignment, she wondered if it was a matter of easing her in or if he reserved those for the more desirable women, who presumably commanded higher earnings. Well, maybe it was all for the best. Apparently the rest would be explained on arrival.

The house was large by her standards, double story and sprawling centred in well-kept grounds on a sizeable block of land in an older more affluent part of the city than where she lived. Not exactly a mansion, but certainly impressive. She drive up the drive and parked her little Mazda hatchback around the side of the building as she’d been directed, among the other cars hidden from view, leaving the main approach clear for the real guests who would presumably be arriving in much nicer cars. As she alighted she was approached by a sharp-faced woman with an iPad, wearing an elaborate dress in a black and green shimmery material. Her hair was pulled back into a tight bun which gave her a threatening aerodynamic look.

“Name?” She enquired curtly, her voice much kinder and less severe than Tegan expected.

“Tegan.”

“Follow me.” The woman said, tapping the tablet and returning into the house via the side entrance, which led into a small chamber that had been outfitted as a kind of dressing room. There were a couple of other women here in the process of undressing and Tegan’s immediate instinct was to avoid looking at them in case they thought she was staring. The woman pointed to a narrow cubby with a few bare hangers on the rack.

“Disrobe and leave your things here. They will be looked after.”

Tegan kicked off her shoes first and placed them in the cubby then set her purse on top of them. She unzipped and shimmied out of her dress, hanging it up, then slipped out of her underwear and folded them, tucking them into her purse. Now naked and at a loss of what to do next she took a glance around the room. There were three other women at present, all also nude. A straight-haired brunette was sitting on a stool with one leg crossed over the other, looking at her phone. A strawberry blonde with wavy hair was standing with an Asian woman with black shoulder length hair chatting casually about a mutual friend – it seemed that they knew each other outside of this work. All of them were substantially bustier than Tegan, making her feel out of place. Only the Asian woman had any pubic hair, which she seemed to have groomed into a tidy but thick triangle. The sharp-faced woman returned with a fifth woman, another blonde with pink streaks in her hair. She seemed young to Tegan, and she wondered if she was still in her teens. The blonde quickly disrobed after being pointed at her cubby and Tegan noticed she was the next smallest in terms of bust size, her extremely perky B-cups crowned with puffy upturned nipples. As her panties came off Tegan noticed her pubic hair was groomed into a landing strip with pink tones dyed in, as she had apparently made some effort to have the carpet match the drapes, so to speak. Once they were all undressed they lined up as the sharp-faced woman spoke.

“Good evening ladies. My name Karen for those of you I haven’t met before. We have a mix of returning veterans and newcomers this evening so a reminder of the house rules. One, all activity within the house is maintained under strict non-disclosure. Any outside discussion may result in you being censured and blacklisted from future events. Two, beyond this room you do not refer to each other by name or otherwise identify yourselves. If you are approached by any of the guests for private engagements, refer the matter to me and I will make the arrangements with Simon’s involvement. Three…”

Tegan zoned out and passively listened. The rest of the rules were basic housekeeping, the party safeword in case things went awry, and the like.

“…and finally, try to have fun with it. We want to see you relaxed and happy. If at any time you feel uncomfortable or unwell, please excuse yourself and come speak to me” Karen finished. “Now to the assignments.”

Karen picked up a serving tray that had several chokers and masks on it and set it on a high table in the middle of the room.

“Madison and Kuniko, you will be our feature this evening.” The two women who were speaking earlier stepped forward and Karen fitted them with elaborate looking chokers of a silvery material, inlaid with what Tegan assumed were fake pearls. They were given masks inlaid with a silver design and pearls to match the chokers – they were half masks that covered them from the nose up but left their mouths uncovered. “You’ll be performing with Stan. Standard FFM performance, more focus on the FF.”

Madison and Kuniko glanced sideways at each other with nervous, almost shy smiles as they stepped back. Tegan was comforted that even the ‘veterans’ appeared to be slightly anxious ahead of the performance.

“Tracey.” The brunette stepped forward. Tegan noticed, now that she was standing, that she had a large floral tattoo piece running down her hip and the side of her thigh. Karen picked up a red choker and fitted it around Tracey’s neck, and Tracey took the plain white mask adorned with red feathers that stood up from a gem set into the brow. As everyone in the room meant what the red full-serivce choker meant Karen did not elaborate. Tracey would be available to have sex with the guests on request. Tracey stepped back.

“Jennifer and Tegan.” Tegan stepped forward with the young blonde and they both were given black chokers. Tegan noticed Jennifer’s also had the pink ribbon added, indicating they’d both be available to women and men. Jennifer took the more elaborate of the two remaining masks, which was etched with lines to look like a Mexican sugar skull, inlaid with gold paint. The remaining mask Tegan took. It had a sprawling black gothic design that seemed to bleed down from the top down over the left eye.