A couple of weeks later when Jamie and Frankie were relaxing back at the flat after their shift at the nightclub, Frankie said: “There's something I want to talk to you about. I'm sure you've noticed how some Sunday nights I get really dressed up to go out and don't come back until about four or five o'clock in the morning, looking really wasted?”

“Well I think that's your business,” said Jamie. “I'm guessing you go out to dinner with a man and then go back to his place for some fun.”

“Actually it's not like that at all,” said Frankie. “I go to a very posh mansion in Mayfair where I and a dozen other girls like us, meet up with about a dozen men for group sex. I guess you could call it an orgy. They call us hostesses. It pays very well, and the thing is, a couple of the girls have left and they are looking to recruit some more. I thought you might be interested.”

“How well does it pay?” asked Jamie.

“Would you believe five hundred pounds each night?” said Frankie.

Jamie gasped. “You can't be serious!”

“Yes I am. These men are all millionaires; they're bankers, businessmen, some are politicians, even judges, and senior clergymen; it's small change to them. What's important though is they're not just buying our bodies, they're buying our silence. The newspapers would love to get hold of information about what happens at these meetings and they'd pay well for it, but I say 'what's the good of all the money in the world if you're not around to spend it?'.”

“Are you saying what I think you're saying?” said Jamie. He'd turned pale and stopped smiling.

“Don't look so serious, Jamie. So long as you keep your mouth shut, although obviously not at the meeting,” said Frankie with a snigger, “You'll be fine.”

“Well, I don't know, Frankie. Can I have a think about it?”

“Sure Jamie, take your time,” said Frankie.

Jamie did think about it and eventually, the lure of all that money for one night's work became too much for him and he agreed to participate. After all, by now he'd had plenty of sex with Frankie and also men at the night club, so he was experienced in every combination of sex with men, singly or in pairs...

Frankie made the necessary phone calls, and a few days later, Jamie's pass arrived by special courier. It bore a photo of him, obviously taken at the nightclub, although who took it he didn't know.

“Look after this pass,” said Frankie. “You won't get through the door without it”

A couple of Sundays later, Frankie and Jamie dressed ready for their night out. Frankie had advised that the men liked to see their companions in expensive sexy lingerie including crotchless panties, either black or red being the preferred colours. A suspender belt and sheer black nylons being mandatory of course since tights would only get in the way. They both dressed in elegant evening gowns, which Jamie had no doubt would be dispensed with once they reached the club.

“It's called the 'New Hellfire Club',” said Frankie as they were getting ready. “Have you heard that name before?”

“Wasn't that a club for rich dissolute men about a century ago?” said Jamie.

“That's right – they dressed as monks and employed whores dressed as nuns and held orgies and Satanic rituals. At least we don't have to pretend to be nuns; I suppose that was one of the wickedest things they could think of in those days.”

At eight o'clock a black limousine drew up outside their flat and the two women stepped inside. They had taken great care with their hair and makeup and looked fabulous. The chauffeur didn't say a word and the ride was silky-smooth and almost soundless. A short time later it drew up outside a magnificent mansion in the upmarket suburb of Mayfair. The chauffeur opened the door for them and touched his peak cap, still without saying a word.

The two young women opened a wrought iron gate and walked up a path towards the front door. It was guarded by a 'gorilla' in a dinner suit. Jamie thought of the expression 'putting lipstick on a pig' but judged it best to say nothing. She and Frankie handed over their passes and the man scanned them carefully and referred to a list before wordlessly opening the front door to let them it. Jamie was getting a bit freaked out by these men who didn't speak, but she relaxed as Frankie led the way down a hallway to a beautifully decorated room with a bar at one end. A dozen men dressed in dinner suits stood chatting with drinks in their hands, and two young women in elegant evening gowns walked around carrying trays of more drinks. Two more young women similarly dressed and beautifully made up, walked over and introduced themselves to Jamie as Cherie and Elaine, saying they hoped Jamie would have a pleasant evening.

Jamie whispered to Frankie: “Are you sure we're in the right place?”

Frankie smiled: “Oh yes. I've been here before, remember? They're as much women as we are.”

One of the men, tall and handsome, with hair greying at the temples detached himself from the other men and walked over to Jamie and Frankie, while Cherie and Elaine discretely moved away.

“Good evening, ladies, who do we have here? Our new hostess? You look charming, my dear,” he said and taking Jamie's hand he kissed it.

“This is Jamie, Paul,” said Frankie, and Jamie thought she sounded a little nervous as though seeking his approval.

“Welcome to our little soiree, Jamie; I do hope you enjoy yourself this evening. Now if you'll excuse me, I have some matters to attend to,” said Paul, and bowing slightly he left them.

Frankie said: “That's Paul, well at least that's the name he goes by here. He's the chief organiser of these gatherings and it seems he approves of you. I should mention that once things get underway, he'll probably want to be the first with you, a sort of 'right of the master' if you know what I mean?”

Jamie had heard the expression before, so she nodded. One of the women acting as a drinks waitress walked over and Jamie and Frankie took a glass each.

“Remember, one alcoholic drink only,” warned Frankie. “The last thing you want to do is get drunk here.”

Jamie nodded as she sipped her drink and wondered when things would get underway. A few minutes later there was the gentle sound of a gong striking once and Frankie said that was the signal for the women to get ready. They all moved to a door at the side of the room and entered it. Once inside, all the women introduced themselves to each other and then helped each other take off their gowns. As Frankie had predicted they were all wearing either black or red lingerie and sheer black nylons,together with six-inch black heels. Mostly in twos, they walked into an ensuite bathroom next to the room, and Frankie and Jamie went there in their turn to freshen up their makeup and also to apply lubrication.

Once all the women had been to the bathroom, another gong sounded. It was almost as if they were being watched, and perhaps they were.

“They're ready for us,” murmured Frankie. One woman opened another door at the opposite side of the room to the one where they had entered and they stepped out into another large room, dimly lit. Jamie could see that it contained half a dozen low beds with mattresses covered with fitted sheets. All the men she had seen before were there, but they were no longer wearing dinner suits, in fact, they were stark naked and all sporting erections. 'They must have taken those little blue pills', she said to herself.

As Frankie had predicted, Paul smiled at Jamie and held out his hand. Now he was naked, she could see that he had a magnificent body, toned and muscled and that included his penis which was around eight inches in length and very thick. She smiled in return and walked up to him.

“My dear, you look even more alluring than you did before,” he said, and Jamie responded by saying: “And you look amazing Paul; what a body you have, I can't wait to explore it!”

He smiled in response to the compliment and said: “Shall we find a bed and get to know each other better?” With that he led her to the nearest bed and they both lay down on it and began to kiss, first gently and then with increasing intensity, their tongues playing and teeth grinding against each other.. Jamie reached down and took Paul's penis in her hand and started to stroke it. He groaned softly at her touch, and murmured: “Oh yes.”

After several minutes, Jamie disengaged her mouth from his and began to work her way down his body, planting kisses every few inches. Finally, she reached her goal, his amazing erection. The swollen head was already glistening with pre-ejaculate and she began to expertly work on it, using her lips and tongue while fondling his ballsack. His moans of pleasure were getting louder.

“Oh fuck! I should get you to give my wife lessons,” he said. Jamie almost felt like laughing; here was a man casually talking about his wife's failings while being fellated by, to be honest, a transvestite wearing lingerie. She continued to work on him, flicking her tongue against his frenulum, which she had found from experience was a particularly arousing technique on a man.

Paul lifted her head away from his penis: “If you keep doing that I'm going to come and it's too soon for that. I need to fuck you; there's lube in the drawer beside the bed.”

Jamie slid open the drawer and saw a tube of K-Y jelly, but nothing else.

“I'm sorry, Paul,” she said. “Someone's forgotten to supply condoms.”

Paul looked puzzled: “Weren't you told? This is a condom-free party; that's why you are paid so well. Don't worry, we've all been tested, just like you.”

Jamie was shocked. Either Frankie has forgotten to tell her or had deliberately neglected to mention it. Either way, Jamie was trapped. She knew there was no way of refusing to continue without things getting very unpleasant indeed. There was nothing else for it but to continue to service Paul, and all the other men in the room who might want her.

She smiled at Paul and said:”I must have forgotten, please forgive me.” She squeezed a plentiful amount of the jelly onto her hand and began to slather it over Paul's erection, hoping that the awkward moment had passed. She sensed that Paul had tensed up, but now he seemed to relax again, well some of him did! He was lying on his back with his penis sticking straight up in the air. Jamie straddled his thighs, reached behind her for his penis and guiding it to her anal bud, slowly impaled herself on his erection.

Paul moaned as he felt himself slide deep inside Jamie. He began to thrust upwards slowly while drawing her face down onto his so that they could kiss again. Then he released her so that she could raise her body and allow him to totally enter her as the speed of his thrusts increased. She now had the opportunity to glance around the room and saw Frankie on the bed next to them being 'spit-roasted' by two men. The muffled squeals seemed to indicate she was enjoying it very much indeed. More grunts, groans, and moans emanated from other beds and Jamie caught glimpses of naked flesh thrashing around and the distinctive musty odour of semen was already filling the air. She took all this in in a matter of seconds before returning her attention to Paul, afraid that he might be displeased if she seemed to be distracted.

Jamie wasn't sure if Paul intended to orgasm inside her or save himself to enjoy some of the other women in the room, but he gave no sign of stopping and his thrusts grew faster and deeper. She was getting aroused herself by the feel of his penis as it reached her prostate and stretched her anal sphincter. She had practice in faking orgasms at the club if customers used her services in quick succession and she didn't have time to 'recharge', but in this case she could feel herself getting ready to come and hoped that Paul would not mind her coming too. Paul grunted with every thrust and it was apparent that he had reached the point of no return as with one final thrust she felt his body convulsing and jets of his semen starting to fill her. At the same moment, she started to ejaculate semen over his stomach, as the head of her penis had escaped from her panties.

They remained in that position for several minutes, Paul still deep inside Jamie as their heart-rate gradually slowed.

“You're an awesome fuck, my dear,” he said as he slid his penis out of Jamie. She leaned down and licked up and swallowed all her semen which was splattered over his stomach.

“And now I must attend to some of our other guests,” he said, “But Mark here is waiting to enjoy the delights of your body.”

Jamie suddenly realised that another man was standing close to the bed, slowly masturbating as he had been watching them. As Paul slid off the bed, Jamie swung around and waiting for the man to approach so that she could start to work her magic on his phallus, which had the same effect as she'd had on Paul. After some minutes he politely asked her to get on her hands and knees on the bed so that he could fuck her doggy-style. This she did, parting her legs to expose her anal cleft. Jamie was well lubricated by Paul's semen and had no trouble taking Mark's equally thick penis deep inside her. A few minutes later another man climbed onto the bed and presented his erection for Jamie to suck. Even though it had not been long since her orgasm, she started to get hard again, and to her surprise, another man got on the bed and worked his way under her on his back so that he could start to suck her growing erection.

She let herself go with it, enjoying the feeling of being sucked herself while Mark jack-hammered his erection into her. She could already feel another orgasm building and she ejaculated into the mouth of man under her almost at the same time as she felt her anus being filled with more semen and the man she was sucking filled her mouth. This was a first for Jamie; she had been 'spit-roasted' before, but three men at one time was a novelty!

A few more men impaled her before there was the discreet sound of a gong. To her surprise the man inside her slid out and said: “Tea break time. I'll see you afterwards, darling.”

All around the room, men were getting off the beds and walking towards one door, while the hostesses were walking back to the door by which they had entered the room, so Jamie followed them. There was no clock present, but she realised that it must be about two hours since she had first entered the room and Paul must have decided that some breaks in the action were needed.

Inside the room, women were queuing to use the ensuite bathrooms. A striking blonde who introduced herself as Cindy said “I really needed this, and so do the men I'm sure. Even Superman couldn't screw for seven hours straight.”

Jamie smiled: “No-one told me we get a break but it makes sense.”

“More than one break honey, we get one every two hours. Once you've been to the bathroom, come and have a drink.”

It was finally Jamie's turn and she cleaned herself up and changed into fresh panties, putting the semen-stained ones into a plastic bag. Her stockings had survived unscathed so far, but she had a spare pair if they were needed. Returning to the change room she sat down and sipped mineral water. Having sex with so many men was thirsty work, but if she was honest with herself, she was enjoying it despite her initial concern about the lack of condoms.

The gong sounding after twenty minutes indicated that it was time to get back to work. Jamie was a little surprised that the man who had been fucking her returned to the bed and continued as if there hadn't been a break.

By the end of the night, Jamie was sure that she'd had every man's penis in her mouth and anus at least once. A double striking of the gong indicated that the session was finishing in fifteen minutes and some of the more insatiable men seemed to be hurrying to get in one more fuck before the final gong.

To Jamie's surprise, Paul appeared in front of her as she sat on the side of the bed. He was still as erect as when she had seen him previously. Those little blue pills must have been really working.

“I couldn't let the night end without one more fuck with the sexiest hostess here,” he said and moved closer to Jamie. She took the hint and reached forward to stroke his phallus and then start to lick and suck it. Paul moaned softly: “So what did you think of our little get-together?” he said.

“I've really enjoyed it,” said Jamie, thinking that's what she was expected to say, but in truth, she had enjoyed herself. “All the men were great.”

“And me? How did you find me?” said Paul.

“Oh you are exceptional,” said Jamie.

Paul smiled: “Lie back on the bed please.”

Jamie did as he requested, spreading her legs for him and raising her knees. Paul came between her legs and being young and quite athletic, Jamie lifted her legs in the air and rested them on Paul's shoulders. This tilted her pelvis so that Paul could slide deep inside her. She moaned softly as she felt his thick hard rod fill her. He started to thrust, slowly at first, with the tip of his penis starting to stimulate her prostate. She clenched her anal sphincter to grip him as tightly as she could. He started to thrust more quickly. “Fuck, Jamie, you are the hottest arse here tonight. I'm glad I came back to you one more time.”

Jamie moved with Paul as he fucked her harder and harder. She could feel her orgasm building and her sighs and moans were genuine. Eventually, she felt Paul give one final deep thrust and hold his penis deep inside her as his body shook and hot sperm jetted out, filling Jamie's canal. She came at almost the same moment, and her semen soaked into her satin panties. They lay there for about a minute, still locked together. Finally, Paul said:”Thank you, my dear, that was incredible, but now I have things I must do.”. He slid off the bed, leaving Jamie lying there as her breathing and heartbeat slowly returned to normal.

Finally, it was over, with another sound of the double gong striking. The men trooped off to their change room and the hostesses to theirs. There was another queue for the bathrooms, although some of the hostesses didn't bother and just put on their gowns ready to go home. On a small table in the corner of the room were unsealed envelopes with each of the hostesses' names on them. Jamie picked up hers and flipped through the contents. It was crammed with used banknotes. She didn't bother to count them as she was sure the amount would be correct.

Putting on her watch, Jamie saw that the time was just past four o'clock, and when she and Frankie walked out into the cool morning air, the sky was starting to lighten. What a night it had been! She was rather sore, but the amount of money that she had received more than made up for it.

The hostesses stepped into the waiting limousines, three into each. The driver asked for their addresses and set off without checking a street directory. Jamie assumed that he had taken the legendary London taxi drivers' test known as 'The Knowledge'. Perhaps he was a taxi driver earning some extra money. He certainly knew his way around London and dropped off one of the other hostesses before arriving at Jamie and Frankie's flat. He politely opened the car door for them and said 'Goodnight ladies' while waiting until they entered the flat.

To be continued

Next time: A blazing row and aftermath.