After leaving Uni Claire worked for a real estate of the realm caller down Ithiel Town for a couple of years until it folded in the crash of 2008

She struggled for a while doing odd teddy waitressing and temping in offices getting deeper in debt until she found out they were recruiting hostesses at a Gentlemen's club down town. She wouldn't be seen dead in such a place usually but she was heroic and had bills to pay. She applied and got offered a workweek trial

man's club

Claire arrived for her first shift working at the golf-club just after 7.30pm.

She stepped into the authority for instructions.

"You're late, '' The Manager barked."Get changed and get to work. ``

"Changed ? '' she asked.

"Changed, you can't study dressed like that can you ? '' he snapped,"Here wear this, '' he continued and threw a bundle of dress at her.

"Is there some where I can change ? '' she asked.

"Sure right hand here, '' he replied,"You ain't got aught I ain't seen before at least I hope you

ain't, '' he chuckled.

Claire stared at the getup, a bantam skirt that would barely cover her tail and a chemise with lace cups with a slit for her tit to poke through, paired with a suspender belt ammunition, tiny G-string and stockings. Joseph Black high heel completed the ensemble."I look like a floozy, '' she protested.

"You're not a Hooker, you're a air hostess, don't forget it,"he insisted,"Now get dressed."

Claire began to peel off her fashionable black dress, her pantihose and sensible shoes, she left her bra till survive pulling on the myopic black annulus before slipping her scanty off and only then slipped off her bra before pulling on the chemise.

The director looked up,"That's better, now do your work up, you look like a Librarian, grab something burnished for your mouth and dark for your eyes, there's great deal in the box."

Claire put something horribly trashy and vivid red around her backtalk and some thing dark around her eyes.

The manager looked on approvingly."Your nipples are n't prominent enough. ''

He took a yoke of suction cupful from his draftsman and ordered Claire to lick the rim so that the wet would supply a secure seal.

Claire almost told him where he could stuff the job right there but she needed the money so she decided to take over his terms. She licked the rim.

He squeezed the electric-light bulb and applied the foremost cup over her left teat. Claire gasped as she felt her nipplle being pulled hard into the cup, and gasped again as he quickly repeated the process on the endorse nipple."Keep them them on until you go out onto the floor."he ordered

Claire stared unbelievingly as her nippled quickly enlarged and the sharp pain subsided to a aristocratic but persistent throb as the loving cup tugged at her nipples.

The managing director left the room to verbalise to somebody and when he returned he gave her nipples a squeeze through the loving cup to see how they fill the useable blank space within. Satisfied he pulled on both cups, watching her breasts stretch as the cup refused to pass on up their clench on her nipples.

Finally, he gave one bulb a gentle hug to release the suction and pulled the cups off to admire the effect.



Her mamilla looked huge, more than twice its usual size. He gave it a pinch to screen the effect on it's predisposition and she squealed in painful sensation. He removed the cup from her early nipple, giving it a gentle mite as he did so.



He placed the cups back in his desk, and told Claire to use them again during any break she takes. He laid a favorable hand on her shoulder joint,"Are you cook ?"he asked,"Condoms in the pockets of the skirt, don't forget to use them."

She nodded shyly at his unspoken reminder that she was to take in sex with the customer. She felt very conscious of her engorged tit poking between the lacing cups covering her white meat as he opened the door and ushered her into the club's main lounge.. The floaty skirt did zero to maintain her modesty, yet she felt very womanly, and somehow innocent in the skimpy outfit.

"dame and man may I acquaint Claire, our modish hostess,"the manager announced with a smirk,"She's very shy so be nice to her, but may I assure you she has agreed no fix barred ! ``

With that he reached under her skirt and pulled her thong down,"That's better !"he laughed, and he whispered,"Go unclutter some glasses."

Claire spotted some empty glasses on a small tableand went to collect them but before she could strain them she felt an arm around her waist.

"Hey not so fast,"a strapping voice ordered. His bridge player went to her mammilla. She winced.

"medium huh,"he enquired,"You been fucked tonight ?"

"No sir,"Claire said awkwardly.

"So what are we waiting for, you got a arctic ?"he asked.

"Yes,"Claire replied and handed one to the guy behind her.

"So bend over, hands on the table,"he husked.

Claire was stunned, shocked, excited all at one and the same time. She knew this was going to happen but was shocked it was happening so soon. She did as he asked, hands categorical on the coffee tree table. She braced herself for the pain of his fellow member forcing into her but instead his member slid easily inside her. A thrill exploded through her mind, she could actually do it, actually fuck a stranger for money.

She had been so worried about having sex for money, being fucked brutally with no stimulation, her unwilling vagina violated by an uncaring stranger intent only on hs own pleasure but instead she found she was already wet with agitation and as he pressed his putz between her pussycat lips so she took him easily, even greedily.

She gasped in shock, she hadn't had many young man, she usually needed a lot of loving foreplay to get in the mood but suddenly in a sleazy clubhouse nearly naked in a skimpy getup with people watching she found herself behaving like some seasoned whore.

Claire drive back at the spiritual domain customer, she should deliver been ashamed but she felt strangely content and reassured as he thrust into her, his hot breather rasping past her ear as he cupped her breasts and pulled he onto his length. They rocked rhythmically and pleasantly until his breathing grew rich and he thrust with increasing urging as his present moment approached. Claire gasped when she felt the slight wall of the condom pulsing as his cum stretched the piano latex leaving Claire frustrated. She wanted it in her uterus but realised it was too life-threatening. then he withdrew leaving her even more frustrated.

Claire realised to her horror that she wanted pecker, needed cock, needed to cum..

She need not birth worried as almost immediately another client called her over and ordered her to endure in front of him and sour around so he can get a good look. He liked what he saw so he pulled her down to sit on his lap, straddling him. He grasped her left mamilla between his finger and thumb, pinching it and rolling it, enjoying her reaction of painful pleasance.

He reached down beside him, he pulled up a Ernst Boris Chain with a soft-tipped tweezer clamp attached to each end. He watches her closely as her eyes widen in discernment. `` These are adjustable, so they wo n't hurt too much ... '' he whispers, `` as long as you 're a sound girl ... ''.

Claire frisson, Surely she can not live the annoyance of having her mammilla clamped while they are so conceited from the sucking cupful ?

Pulling on one pap, he placed the clamp around the base and began to reduce it. It didn't take recollective before she began to whimper at the painfulness of having her huge, over-sensitive nipple squeezed between the clamps. He placed the former clamp onto the other nipple and then lifted the mountain chain and put the centre of it into her sassing, ordering her to stay fresh it there.

He manoeuvred her so that she is half-sitting, half-lying across his lap, and his hired man began to move between her thigh.

She opened her legs instinctively and he began gently rubbing her clit. As she relaxed so the pain in her nipples begins to dull, to a pleasant throb. Her nous tilts back, she pulls on the Ernst Boris Chain and that causes it to tug sharply on her teat. She gasped and the Ernst Boris Chain fell from her mouthpiece. He smiled down at her, tightened the clinch slightly and attached a connector to slightly bowdlerise the chemical chain between them before returning it to her lip.

Then he resumed stroking her clit. After a piece, the pleasure began to take in over again, distracting her from the pain in her tit. Suddenly he put two finger into her damp pussycat. Claire cried out in surprise, letting the chain fall.

Calmly, he tightened the clamps again, ignoring her whimpers of objection. He adjusted the connector to further shorten the range of mountains. To keep it in her mouth, she now had to keep her read/write head forward at a slightly unnatural slant in parliamentary procedure to reduce the strain on her teat. His fingers again pumped into her pussy and his thumb brushed over her clit with every stab.

Even though she tried to move with him, each button caused the Chain to tug on her teat, distracting her and preventing her from the release of reaching an orgasm, despite the growing pleasance.

'' I could keep tormenting you all eve, '' he tells her, smirking, `` but I 'm indisputable some of the other chap are waiting for their turn. I 'll be watching you, and if you 're well, I 'll let you cum later. '' His digit stoped probing and he put them into her mouth for her to suckle them clean before removing the clamps, giving her nipples a final squeeze before he released her.

Claire had no prison term to recover before another guy calls her over. He sat her on his genu, his hands roamed over her body before gently stroking her sore nipples. His head bent to take up on each nipple, soothing the infliction with his warm tongue. Then he softly commanded her to kneel and to lick his prick.

She pulled it out of his pants and took the bulbous purpleness head in her lip. He repeated his instruction to lick it. She began at the al-Qaeda, licking upwards in firm strokes. When she reached the head, she swished her clapper over it and around it, seeking out the spiritualist spots making him groan in pleasure.

`` Now you can suck it, '' he tells her.

Claire closed her back talk around his cock, slowly moving her lip up and down, taking it a piddling bit deeper each prison term until she reached the base. She picked up the pace and suddenly she feels his cum Menachem Begin to spirt into her rima oris. She started to gag but remembered her job and forced herself to swallow obediently like she is being paid to do.

The guy thanked her and slipped his freshly cleaned but limp gumshoe back in his pant as Claire slipped out of the room for a nimble crapulence.

"Hey what did I tell you ?"the director asks.

Claire saw he was staring pointedly at her breasts.

She nodded, remembering his earlier instruction. She went to the desk and took the suction cup and put them on her nipples. After being clamped not long ago, they were still very sensitive and she felt the tug of the suck even more keenly. She made herself a coffee and rested for about about ten minutes, knowing that she was needed back out in the waiting area.

She removed the sucking cup and looked down to find that her tit had swollen once more to the huge sizing that they were when she started the evening.

Claire washed up her burnt umber cup and returned to the lounge. A marvelous guy clicked his fingers at her in a brusque personal manner. She walked across to him and smiled awkwardly. He was already naked from the waist down. He stood up and taking he by the shoulders he pushed her down so she was kneeling in forepart of him. His swollen cock jog at her lips as he grabbed her hair and pulled her nous back. His other hand reached down and pinched one of her nipples.

She shrieked in pain and he took reward of her opened sass to thrust his putz between her sassing.

Claire gagged slightly, ineffective to rent his entire length. She attempted to use her bridge player to hold the base of his cock, trying to prevent him thrusting too deeply, but he tooks her hand and placed them behind her back. He took his belt and wrapped it around her wrists fastening them securely behind her back.

He tried again to force his cock trench into her lip, showing her no wish for the fact she was choking as he forcefully fucked her face. He held her head and pinched her nipple.

Sensations raced through Claires brain, she was being fucked to death and her nipple was on fire but all she could do was kneel and let him use her. Just before he reached orgasm, he pulled out of her mouth, and sprayed sticky white cum across her nozzle and fount before laughing,"Now you really are a filthy whore. '' as he untied her wrists and waved her off dismissively.

Claire withdraw to the office clean up and reapply her makeup. This clip she remembered to use the suck cup on her teat while she did so. By the time she removed them to regress to bring, her nipples are so sensitive that even a tenuous brush over them caused her cunt to tingle.

As soon as she walked back into the lounge a guy beckoned her over, asking her to get him a looking glass of whiskey, a nursing bottle of lubricating substance and a butt plug.

Claire fetched the detail from the bar and handed them to him. He took a sip of whisky before dripping some lube onto the buttplug and ordering her to bend over in front of him.

She did as he asked but it made her flush to feel so discover. The thought that the man had such an intimate view of her bum yap and her and pussy appalled yet thrilled her.

She worried that her pussy was now leaking moisture as she presented herself to him for his pleasance.

He chuckled as he began sliding the beaded plug into the pie-eyed brownish bud of her bum. He whispered"Just getting it ready to call for my cock later,"he chuckled, as she felt the firstly beading of the chaw Menachem Begin to unfold her as he continues to push, and then he gives it a sudden firm shove to pull the widest beadwork into her bum causing her to yelp in surprise.

Then he sent her over to his friend known as"Mr P,"reminding her to keep back the wad in.

Mr P is waiting for her, his pants flesh out hs ankles and a condom already over his hard cock. He pulled her onto his lap, facing away from him, making sure as shooting that her wet pussy lined up with his cock, before pulling her downwards andforcing his entire duration inside her in one concentrated thrus.t He held her still and she whimpered at the massive size of the hammer deep in her pussy alongside the hype in her bum.

He released his traction on her, and ordered her to ride his cock. She moved up and down on his prick as he continued to pull her downwards onto him, forcing her to take his entire length.

Finally he reached his orgasm, pushed Claire away and sent her book binding to his friend.

Her legs wobbled as she walked the curt distance to where his friend was sitting. He ordered her to bow over his lap. Again, she feel reveal, her thin dame doing nothing to hide his eyeshot of her plugged bum fix and her wet pussy.

He caressed her tail before pushing the plug deeper into her. Then his hired man swished down in a sharp splap across her buttocks. Claire clenches the spark plug as he continues to paddle her harder and harder until she is on the verge of tears. Then pleasure overcomes pain and Claire almost begins to cum. She cries out in XTC and her pussy succus ooze from her let on pussy.

He pulls her unsloped, and pulls the plug out of her bum before quickly replacing it with his condom clad cock, pushing in gently but firmly until his stopcock is cryptical in her bum.

He pauses to permit her to adapt to this new invassheon before beginning to love her. His drive becoher backbreaking and quicker and she almost begins to cum again. `` Sir, may I please fiddle with myself ? '' she ask. He agrees, and she reaches beneath herself to rub her clit in time with his thrusts. He slowed slightly, and finally she reached the point of no return as a crashing orgasm shook her intact body through the combinatsheon of his cock in her bum and her own fingers on her clit. Her spasms set off his coming as her legs gave way and she collapse into a chair, moaning in pleasance.

He generously allows her a few moment to catch her breath and recuperate a piffling before asking her to clean his turncock with her tongue.

Claire looked at him and shook her foreland, she needed a rest, she was completely spent.

She stood up and wobbled uncertainly back to the office. Mandy another of the hostesses was sitting drinking coffee,"Did the bastard make you cum ?"she asked.

"Oh god yes,"Claire admitted.

"initiate luck,"Mandy sighed,"They will soon get over the novelty and you'll be serving drinks and wanking all evening,"she laughed.

"Oh god, I can't do this,"Claire sighed.

Mandy laughed,"I would say you're a natural, how about we do a show together ?"

"Er, sorry I'm not into missy,"she replied.

"Neither am I but it pays the poster !"Mandy agreed,"Later perhaps ?"

Claire forgot the suck cups, forgot the java and took a big punch of Bourbon dynasty to quiet her nerves before returning to the lounge.

A center aged guy known as Mr J had been watching Claire and sensing her need for a bit of warmheartedness after her orgasm he gently beckoned her over. He sat her on his knee and pulled her consistency in towards him, caressing her gently until her breathing returned to formula.

'' That looked like quite an orgasm,"he chuckled"Now I want to watch you have another one"

He leds her over to a dining table at the former sshede of the room and ordered her to lie on it, positioning her so that she lay on her back with her fundament wide apart at the recess of the mesa and her knee bent.

A large cushion was placed under her forefront. He picked up a duration of rope and began wrapping it around her leg, circling her thigh and tibia with loops and burl that held her leg in its bent position. One end of the roach was round her articulatio talocruralis and the early was at her thigh and both ends were then tied to tabulate leg to hold them in stead. As he repeated the bondage on her early leg, she relaxed into the look of the soft rope sliding over her skin and the rhythmical form of the grummet and nautical mile.

Claire realised she was pull up stakes helpless, restrained in a very exposed positsheon, unable to move her stage either to straighten them or to impart them together. Another guy pulled up a dining professorship and sat down. Claire realised that the shock under her fountainhead was not there for her consolation, but means that she was looking directly at the man rather than at the ceiling.

'' Now, that's better isn't it,"the guy asked,"child's play with your clit again, we want to watch you cum. '' Claire began rubbing her clit, feeling incredibly vulnerable and exposed. She closed her eyes as she tried to fall back herself in her pleasure, wanting to shut out the sentiment that mens eyes are watching her intently, aware that other men have also gathered around her.

'' Keep your eyes unfold, '' soul ordered. As she continued, she realised that she was becoming aroused by being humiliated and forced to expose herself and to be watched performing such an confidant act. A smirk crossed the man's expression as he watched her blush. `` You 're enjoying this, slut, are n't you ?"he asked,"Look the slut's enjoying being watched whshele you play with herself ? ``

"You enjoying youself, '' he asked.

Claire realised she was actually enjoying herself, it was exciting, more commove than anything she had ever experienced before.

"Tell me, are you enjoying yourself ?"he asked again.

It was hard enough to admit it to herself and she feel a sense of ignominy as she was forced to allow in her arousal. `` Yes. ``

'' Yes, what ? Tell us what you are enjoying. '' he asked

'' I am enjoying playing with herself while you watch. '' she admitted.

Saying the Scripture aloud brought on a new wafture of ignominy and vulnerabity, and also arousal.

"Are you sure you're enjoying it, '' he asked,"Are you a filthy whore who fucks all arrival and wank in bars ? '' he asked.

"Yes, '' she admitted.

"Say it,"he insisted.

"I'm a lousy lady of pleasure who fucks all arrival and jerking off in bars '' she admitted.

"Do you like being a filthy whore, exposing yourself, does it make your foul cunt cry out for cock. '' he asked.

"Yes I like being a filthy sporting lady,"Claire admitted,"And I like showing my boob and ass and exposing my filthy pussy and I need peter. '' and she started to cum."I like being a prostitute, I want peter, ohhhh god. I need cock ! I need cock."she protested and then she just went limp while gasping for breath.

The left wing her to recover, Mr D gently untied her and helped her to her feet. He held her as she walked slowly to the office for a rest and collapsed into a chair completely spent.

The ease of the even passed in a fuzz of sucking hammer, cocks in her vagina, in her anus, sometimes one at a time, sometimes two or even three at a time. Claire completely lost count of the men and the orgasms she enjoyed or was it endured until around 3 a.m she finally got to take in a well needed eternal rest for more than 10 minutes. She curled up in the chair in the managers office and dropped off to log Z's

The coach returned, he gently shook her by the arm waking her."I heard good thing about you young noblewoman, '' he beamed,"Forget the workweek trial you got the job good time if you want it. ''

Claire didn't really understand,"Oh, right, yes, thanks. '' she agreed sleepily.

"No golf hole barred, live in available 24/7, bottom naked with taking into custody and string, that ok ? '' he asked.

She thought fast, the rent on her flat, was killing her, living in would deliver a fortune and it was only for a few week while she got back on her feet.

"Yes, ok. '' she agreed.

"That's mulct, mark here, '' he suggested.

She signed the dotted line.

He smiled and showed her the black leather collar. He lifted up her hair and placed it round her and buckled it. He clipped a leash to a anchor ring at the nominal head of the collar, tracing the cold chain over her nipples, which still highly sensitive from the suction cups.

He pulls on the strand to play her to her feetand gently removes her chemise, her suspender, her stockings and her heel and finally the lilliputian annulus to give her competely naked.

"You feel sexy, you want to play with yourself ?"he asked.

Claire said nothing, she just spread her pussycat brim closed her eyes and started the long climb to another shuddering climax