After leaving Uni Claire worked for a real estate company down town for a couple of years until it folded in the clangour of 2008

She struggled for a piece doing odd displacement waitressing and temping in place getting deeper in debt until she found out they were recruiting hostesses at a valet de chambre's club down township. She wouldn't be seen short in such a place usually but she was do-or-die and had handbill to pay. She applied and got offered a weeks trial

gentleman's golf club

Claire arrived for her firstly transmutation working at the order just after 7.30pm.

She stepped into the office for instructions.

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

"Changed ? '' she asked.

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

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

"Sure right hand here, '' he replied,"You ain't got zilch I ain't seen before at to the lowest degree I hope you

ain't, '' he chuckled.

Claire stared at the outfit, a tiny skirt that would barely handle her buttocks and a chemise with lacing cupful with a snatch for her nipple to poke through, paired with a suspender whack, tiny thong and stockings. Black high heels completed the tout ensemble."I look like a floozy, '' she protested.

"You're not a hooker, you're a Hostess, don't forget it,"he insisted,"Now get dressed."

Claire began to strip down off her stylish black clothes, her pantihose and reasonable shoes, she left her bra till endure pulling on the brusk black skirt before slipping her panty off and only then slipped off her bra before pulling on the teddy.

The handler looked up,"That's better, now do your make up, you look like a Librarian, grab something bright for your lips and dark for your optic, there's plenty in the box."

Claire put something horribly garish and hopeful red around her mouth and some thing dark around her eyes.

The manager looked on approvingly."Your mammilla are n't large enough. ''

He took a duet of suction cups from his drawer and ordered Claire to lap the rim so that the moisture would provide a solid seal.

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

He squeezed the lightbulb and applied the first cup over her left nipple. Claire gasped as she felt her nipplle being pulled hard into the cup, and gasped again as he quickly repeated the process on the moment 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 infliction subsided to a soft but haunting throbbing as the cup tugged at her nipples.

The manager left the room to talk to someone and when he returned he gave her nipples a squeezing through the cups to see how they fill the useable space within. Satisfied he pulled on both cup, watching her breasts stretch as the cups refused to chip in up their detention on her teat.

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



Her mammilla looked immense, more than twice its usual size. He gave it a pinch to test the effect on it's sensitiveness and she squealed in pain. He removed the cup from her other nipple, giving it a aristocratic exigency as he did so.



He placed the cup back in his desk, and told Claire to use them again during any breaks she takes. He laid a well-disposed mitt on her shoulder joint,"Are you ready ?"he asked,"Condoms in the pockets of the skirt, don't forget to use them."

She nodded shyly at his unexpressed reminder that she was to have sex with the customer. She felt very conscious of her gourmandize nipples poking between the lacing cups covering her breasts as he opened the door and ushered her into the social club's briny lounge.. The floaty skirt did nothing to conserve her modesty, yet she felt very feminine, and somehow innocent in the skimpy turnout.

"Ladies and Gentlemen may I innovate Claire, our latest stewardess,"the manager announced with a smirk,"She's very shy so be nice to her, but may I ascertain you she has agreed no kettle of fish barred ! ``

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

Claire spotted some abandon glasses on a lowly tableand went to collect them but before she could accomplish them she felt an arm around her waist.

"Hey not so fast,"a gruff vocalism ordered. His paw went to her pap. She winced.

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

"No sir,"Claire said awkwardly.

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

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

"So bend over, custody 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 matt on the coffee table. She braced herself for the pain of his appendage 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 foreplay, her unwilling vagina violated by an uncaring unknown aim only on hs own pleasure but instead she found she was already wet with excitement and as he pressed his cock between her slit rim so she took him easily, even greedily.

She gasped in shock absorber, she hadn't had many boyfriends, she usually needed a lot of loving arousal to get in the humor but suddenly in a sleazy night club nearly naked in a lean outfit with people watching she found herself behaving like some seasoned whore.

Claire jab back at the unseen customer, she should have been ashamed but she felt strangely mental object and reassured as he thrust into her, his hot breather rasping past her ear as he cupped her breasts and pulled he onto his distance. They rocked rhythmically and pleasantly until his breathing grew oceanic abyss and he thrust with increasing urgency as his minute approached. Claire gasped when she felt the thin wall of the condom impulse as his cum stretched the easygoing latex leaving Claire frustrated. She wanted it in her womb but realised it was too dangerous. then he withdrew leaving her even more frustrated.

Claire realised to her repugnance that she wanted prick, needed shaft, needed to cum..

She need not have worried as almost immediately another customer called her over and ordered her to suffer in front of him and ferment around so he can get a skilful look. He liked what he saw so he pulled her down to sit on his lap, straddling him. He grasped her left nipple between his finger and quarter round, pinching it and rolling it, enjoying her reaction of painful delight.

He reached down beside him, he pulled up a chain with a soft-tipped tweezer clamp attached to each end. He watches her closely as her eyes widen in apprehension. `` These are adjustable, so they wo n't offend too a lot ... '' he whispers, `` as long as you 're a good girl ... ''.

Claire shudders, Surely she can not endure the pain of having her teat clamped while they are so well from the suction cups ?

Pulling on one mammilla, he placed the clamp around the base and began to tighten it. It didn't take long before she began to whimper at the pain of having her immense, over-sensitive nipple squeezed between the clamp. He placed the other clinch onto the other nipple and then lifted the chain and put the centre of it into her mouth, ordering her to keep it there.

He manoeuvred her so that she is half-sitting, half-lying across his lap, and his hand began to make a motion between her thighs.

She opened her legs instinctively and he began gently rubbing her clit. As she relaxed so the pain in her nipples begins to pall, to a pleasant throbbing. Her pass tilts back, she pulls on the range of mountains and that causes it to tug sharply on her mammilla. She gasped and the chain fell from her backtalk. He smiled down at her, tightened the clamp slightly and attached a connector to slightly shorten the chain between them before returning it to her lip.

Then he resumed stroking her clitoris. After a spell, the pleasure began to get over again, distracting her from the botheration in her nipples. Suddenly he put two fingers into her moist pussy. Claire cried out in surprise, letting the range fall.

Calmly, he tightened the clamps again, ignoring her whimpers of protest. He adjusted the connector to further shorten the chain. To keep it in her mouth, she now had to keep her school principal forward at a slightly unnatural angle in order to abbreviate the stress on her nipples. His digit again pumped into her pussy and his ovolo brushed over her clit with every thrust.

Even though she tried to move with him, each push 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 evening, '' he tells her, smirking, `` but I 'm trusted some of the other fellows are waiting for their play. I 'll be watching you, and if you 're good, I 'll let you cum later. '' His finger's breadth stoped probing and he put them into her back talk for her to suck them scavenge before removing the clamps, giving her nipples a final clinch before he released her.

Claire had no metre to regain before another guy calls her over. He sat her on his knee, his hands roamed over her trunk before gently stroking her sore pap. His heading bent to fellate on each nipple, soothing the pain with his lovesome clapper. Then he softly commanded her to kneel and to lick his cock.

She pulled it out of his pants and took the bulbous purpleness head in her mouth. He repeated his instruction to lick it. She began at the base, licking upwards in business firm throw. When she reached the head, she swished her clapper over it and around it, seeking out the sensitive musca volitans making him moan in pleasure.

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

Claire closed her sassing around his pecker, slowly moving her mouth up and down, taking it a minuscule bit deeper each prison term until she reached the base. She picked up the gait and suddenly she feels his cum begin to spurt into her mouth. She started to gag but remembered her job and forced herself to immerse obediently like she is being paid to do.

The guy thanked her and slipped his freshly cleaned but limp tool back in his pants as Claire slipped out of the room for a quick drink.

"Hey what did I tell you ?"the manager 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 mamilla. After being clamped not long ago, they were still very sensitive and she felt the tug of the suction even more keenly. She made herself a coffee and rested for about about ten minutes, knowing that she was needed back out in the lounge.

She removed the suction loving cup and looked down to find that her nipples had swollen once more to the huge size that they were when she started the evening.

Claire washed up her coffee tree cup and returned to the couch. A marvelous guy clicked his finger at her in a brusque personal manner. She walked across to him and smiled awkwardly. He was already naked from the shank down. He stood up and taking he by the shoulders he pushed her down so she was kneeling in front of him. His swollen cock nudges at her lips as he grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. His other helping hand reached down and pinched one of her nipples.

She shrieked in infliction and he took reward of her opened mouth to squeeze his cock between her lips.

Claire gagged slightly, unable to take his entire length. She attempted to use her hired hand to concord the base of his shaft, trying to foreclose him thrusting too deeply, but he tooks her hands and placed them behind her back. He took his belt and wrapped it around her wrist joint fastening them securely behind her rachis.

He tried again to push his cock deep into her sassing, showing her no regard for the fact she was choking as he forcefully fucked her face. He held her drumhead and pinched her nipple.

Sensations raced through Claires mind, she was being fucked to death and her pap was on fervency 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 muggy white cum across her nose and face before laughing,"Now you really are a dirty tart. '' as he untied her wrists and waved her off dismissively.

Claire withdraw to the office clean up and reapply her makeup. This sentence she remembered to use the suction cupful on her mamilla while she did so. By the clock time she removed them to return to work, her mammilla are so sensitive that even a slight coppice over them caused her pussy to tingle.

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

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

She did as he asked but it made her blush to palpate so uncover. The thought process that the man had such an internal sentiment of her bum kettle of fish and her and kitty appalled yet thrilled her.

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

He chuckled as he began sliding the beaded hoopla into the sozzled brown bud of her bum. He whispered"Just getting it ready to drive my peter later,"he chuckled, as she felt the first beading of the plug begin to dilute her as he continues to labour, and then he gives it a sudden house shove to force the widest beading into her bum causing her to yap in surprise.

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

Mr P is waiting for her, his pants round hs ankle and a condom already over his hard cock. He pulled her onto his lap, facing away from him, making sure that her wet slit lined up with his stopcock, before pulling her downwards andforcing his entire length inside her in one hard thrus.t He held her still and she whimpered at the monumental size of the turncock deep in her puss alongside the plug in her bum.

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

Finally he reached his coming, pushed Claire away and sent her back to his friend.

Her legs wobbled as she walked the scant distance to where his friend was sitting. He ordered her to bend over his lap. Again, she feel open, her onionskin skirt doing nothing to hide his view of her stop up bum hole and her wet snatch.

He caressed her backside before pushing the plug deeper into her. Then his hired man swished down in a sharp splap across her buttocks. Claire clenches the chew as he continues to spank her harder and harder until she is on the wand of tears. Then delight overcomes hurting and Claire almost begins to cum. She cries out in ecstasy and her pussy succus ooze from her exposed slit.

He pulls her erect, and pulls the nag out of her bum before quickly replacing it with his condom clad cock, pushing in gently but firmly until his shaft is deep in her bum.

He pauses to allow her to adjust to this new invassheon before beginning to bed her. His thrust becoher severely and prompt and she almost begins to cum again. `` Sir, may I please play with myself ? '' she ask. He agrees, and she reaches beneath herself to rub her button in fourth dimension with his poke. He slowed slightly, and finally she reached the spot of no return as a crashing climax shook her entire body through the combinatsheon of his cock in her bum and her own finger on her clit. Her spasms set off his sexual climax as her legs gave way and she collapse into a chair, moaning in pleasure.

He generously allows her a few moments to watch her breath and recover a little before asking her to clean his cock with her tongue.

Claire looked at him and shook her caput, she needed a quietus, she was completely spent.

She stood up and wobbled uncertainly back to the berth. Mandy another of the hostesses was sitting drinking chocolate,"Did the son of a bitch make you cum ?"she asked.

"Oh god yes,"Claire admitted.

"beginner luck,"Mandy sighed,"They will soon get over the novelty and you'll be serving boozing 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 miss,"she replied.

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

Claire forgot the suction cupful, forgot the burnt umber and took a big sluggard of Bourbon to calm her nerve before returning to the lounge.

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

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

He leds her over to a dining table at the other sshede of the room and ordered her to lie on it, positioning her so that she lay on her back with her substructure wide apart at the corners of the table and her knees bent.

A large shock was placed under her mind. He picked up a length of circle and began wrapping it around her leg, circling her thigh and shin with loop topology and burl that held her leg in its deform position. One end of the rophy was round her ankle and the former was at her thigh and both ends were then tied to table leg to book them in view. As he repeated the bondage on her other leg, she relaxed into the feel of the soft rope sliding over her skin and the rhythmic pattern of the loops and knots.

Claire realised she was left-hand helpless, restrained in a very exposed positsheon, unable to move her leg either to straighten them or to work them together. Another guy pulled up a dining chair and sat down. Claire realised that the cushion under her head was not there for her ease, 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,"Play with your clit again, we want to check you cum. '' Claire began rubbing her button, feeling incredibly vulnerable and exposed. She closed her optic as she tried to mislay herself in her pleasure, wanting to shut out the thought that mens centre are watching her intently, aware that early men have also gathered around her.

'' Keep your eyes open, '' somebody 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 intimate act. A smirk crossed the man's face as he watched her blush. `` You 're enjoying this, loose woman, 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 stimulate 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 palpate a signified of shame as she was forced to admit her stimulation. `` Yes. ``

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

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

Saying the Bible aloud brought on a new wave of shame and vulnerabity, and also arousal.

"Are you sure you're enjoying it, '' he asked,"Are you a cruddy whore who fucks all comer and hand job in barroom ? '' he asked.

"Yes, '' she admitted.

"Say it,"he insisted.

"I'm a cruddy whore who fucks all comers and jerking off in bars '' she admitted.

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

"Yes I like being a filthy whore,"Claire admitted,"And I like showing my tits and ass and exposing my filthy slit and I need shaft. '' and she started to cum."I like being a sporting lady, I want shaft, ohhhh god. I need cock ! I need cock."she protested and then she just went hitch while gasping for breath.

The left her to retrieve, Mr D gently untied her and helped her to her metrical foot. He held her as she walked slowly to the authority for a rest and collapsed into a electric chair completely spent.

The respite of the evening passed in a fuzz of sucking cocks, 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 coming she enjoyed or was it endured until around 3 a.m she finally got to take a well needed ease for more than 10 bit. She curled up in the hot seat in the managers authority and dropped off to log Z's

The director returned, he gently shook her by the arm waking her."I heard right things about you young lady, '' he beamed,"Forget the hebdomad trial you got the job full time if you want it. ''

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

"No holes barred, live in available 24/7, fundament naked with pinch and chain, that ok ? '' he asked.

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

"Yes, ok. '' she agreed.

"That's amercement, 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 ringing at the front of the collar, tracing the common cold concatenation over her mamilla, which still highly sensitive from the suction cups.

He pulls on the chain to get her to her feetand gently removes her chemise, her gallus, her stockings and her bounder and finally the tiny skirt to leave behind her competely naked.

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

Claire said nothing, she just spread her pussy brim closed her eyes and started the long mount to another shuddering orgasm