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Chapter 57 Comping the Bell Captain
“Ever worked a bachelor party, Serena,” asked Charlene, the dispatcher, as soon as Stacy answered her cell phone? Stacy had never met Charlene but her throaty voice and blasé manner caused Stacy to picture an overweight housewife dressed in a flowered housecoat with a cigarette dangling out the side of her mouth.
“Yes, a couple of times,” lied Stacy. “I’ve only done a few parties. They’re not exactly my thing,” said Stacy hoping to get out of the trick. She was tired and she pictured herself on her knees having to service a long line of drunken obnoxious males.
“Tough titty, the client want three girls and they’re paying top dollar. That means Chantal, Laurie, and you better get your butts over to the Park Plaza or Barbara will open a can of whip ass on your butt. Ask for the Bell Captain, Isaac. Comp him a Franklin and one of you has to give him a piece of tail,” said Charlene.
“Which one gets to fuck Isaac,” asked Stacy?
“His choice, but based on the amount we just billed Clifford L. Myers’ Platinum American Express, he can screw all three of you in the shitter as far as Cosmo is concerned,” said Charlene.
“Is that Clifford Myers who we ask for when we get to the suite,” asked Stacy?
“Yes, he’s the groom’s best man and older brother,” said Charlene.
“Isn’t this a little last minute,” asked Stacy wary about the situation and pressing for additional information?
“Well I shouldn’t tell you this but this bunch originally planned to party at Scores,” said Charlene.
“Scores, what’s Scores?” asked Stacy.
“I keep forgetting you just got here from LA and don’t know shit about New York. Scores is a strip joint, a nicer one. They mop the jism off the floor at least once a month.”
“So why aren’t they at Scores getting blowjobs in the VIP Lounge,” asked Stacy?
“They got kicked out according to Clifford,” said Charlene.
“Why?”
“Don’t know. He didn’t say.”
“Couldn’t have been for beating the living shit out of a stripper,” asked Stacy?
“No, the owner of Scores is connected. Any one who gets out of line gets his nuts stomped until they resemble ravioli. The original plan called for them to crash at the Plaza after they emptied their guns at Scores. Now there are twelve horny guys waiting to hop your bones. Mr. Myers specifically requested three hole girls who are into body fluids. So, bon appetit you lucky whore,” said Charlene ending the call.
Later, Stacy learned the drunk out of his mind groom had slipped behind the bar at Scores and urinated in the ice. That was considered unacceptable behavior even for a free spending bachelor party. The bouncers had unceremoniously tossed the participants onto the pavement.
“Park Plaza, Malcolm,” said Stacy. “I’ve got a wedding party to fuck.”
Stacy spotted the other two limos with Cosmo plates as they pulled into the entrance. As soon as Malcolm stopped, Chantal and Laurie exited their limo and entered Stacy’s. Their limos immediately sped off.
“Looks like you have to drive everyone home,” said Stacy.
“Not a problem, said Malcolm. “My Johnson can handle the three of you.”
“This may run a little late, Malcolm. I hope you don’t have any early classes tomorrow,” said Stacy.
“I was planning to stay up all night and study for my world history mid term,” said Malcolm. “It’s not till one in the afternoon.”
Stacy hugged and kissed Chantal who introduced her to Laurie. Stacy and Chantal had met once before when a customer requested two girls. The trick had required intense girl on girl action involving the John’s extensive collection of anal love beads. After each set of beads had been pulled from a girl’s ass, the John stored it in a sealable freezer bag saving it for the future.
Afterwards, Stacy had coffee with Chantal in the hotel coffee shop and got acquainted. Chantal’s real name was Ida Swanson. She had left Lacrosse, Wisconsin eighteen months ago to seek her fortune in the Big Apple. She was a petite Nordic blonde who had won several beauty contests and been first runner up in the Miss Wisconsin pageant. Since arriving in the city, Chantal had changed her name and made enough working as an escort to finance a breast augmentation and a tummy tuck.
Stacy did not know the other girl, Laurie, but was immediately attracted to her exotic looks. Laurie reminded Stacy of Adriana except Laurie was taller and had more pronounced indigenous facial features. Later, on a break between fucks, Stacy learned Laurie was also an undocumented alien from Honduras.
Her family’s politics resulted in her husband and she being snatched off the streets of Tegucigalpa by CIA trained paramilitary. She spent a month in a tiny rat infested cell where she was gang raped, beaten senseless, and had her genitals and breast tortured with electricity. They were released with the understanding they would leave Honduras and not return.
“How does your husband feel about your escorting,” asked Stacy curious about the impact of prostitution upon marriage.
“Before we were imprisoned, he had a fit if he caught me looking at another man,” said Laurie.
“And afterwards,” asked Stacy?
“For a month, he watched me being gang raped every day. They made him suck jism out of my pussy and ass. Nothing bothers him now,” said Laurie. “In fact, he begs me to keep the last John’s semen in my snatch so he can eat cream pie when I get home.”
“I suppose prolonged torture leads to significant changes in attitude,” said Stacy
Her husband attended a local college and bartended at night. But it was Laurie’s earning from the Oasis and Cosmopolitan Escorts that supported them.
“We’re looking for Isaac,” said Stacy when they reached the bell captain’s station in the ornate hotel lobby. Stacy recalled staying at the hotel when she was a little girl. A shopping trip to New York for Christmas was part of the Todd holiday ritual. Her parents would take her to the F.A. O. Schwartz store two blocks away. Somehow, any toy she touched magically showed up under the Christmas tree back in Weston.
Now I’m back at that same hotel thought Stacy, but this time I’m going upstairs and encourage a dozen men I’ve never met to stick their cocks in me. I’ve certainly changed since those days.
“You from Cosmopolitan,” asked the uniformed individual wearing a badge containing the information Isaac Winston and Bell Captain?
“Yes, that’s us,” said Chantal.
“Good, hold on,” said Isaac who then proceeded to press his intercom button and say, “Marty, Leon, three zero three, Room 1246.”
“What was that all about,” asked Stacy thinking she knew already?
“I was just telling a couple of buddies to meet us,” said Isaac.
“I thought you were the only one we had to comp,” said Laurie speaking with only the slightest of a Central American accent.
“That wasn’t my understanding. Follow me,” said Isaac leading them toward the elevators.
“Are your buddies expecting financial remuneration too,” asked Stacy as soon as the four were alone on the elevator?
“Just pussy for them, give me the money now,” said Isaac.
“This better be quick. They’re expecting us,” said Stacy handing Isaac a hundred dollar bill.
“It will be,” said Isaac grabbing his crotch as they exited the elevator on the twelfth floor.
Marty and Leon were already there when they arrived. It was a single room with a king sized bed.
“I want the red head,” said the tall thin freckled bellman wearing the name Marty on his employee badge. His companion was shorter with a stockier muscular body.
“Don’t get greedy. We’ll swap around,” said Isaac. “That way everyone gets a piece of all three.”
“We don’t have time for that,” said Laurie anxious to get upstairs and earn what she hoped would be serious money.
“Charlene said I could do whatever the fuck I wanted. Now the three of you line up by the bed and get down on your knees like good little hookers. Pull you tops up so we can play with your tits while you blow us,” said Isaac.
“Three pieces of ass for a referral is a bit much,” protested Chantal.
“Just go with it. We don’t have time to argue,” said Stacy as she knelt down then pulled her sweater up over her bra. Stacy slipped her breasts out of the cups exposing them. “Arguing will only cost us time. Come here, Isaac, let me see your cock.”
“Jesus, what a fucking pair,” said Isaac admiring Stacy’s breasts.
“I’d like to tit fuck her some time,” added Leon as he stretched out his cock.
Reluctantly, Chantal and Laurie followed Stacy’s lead and exposed their breasts as they knelt by the bed. Laurie’s large chocolate brown areola caught Stacy’s eye. The covered the top of her breast and the milk glands were prominent. Stacy pictured her mouth sucking one of those dark beauties while Portia attacked the other.
“Good, you two listen to red or Leon will get angry. And the last time, a hooker pissed Leon off he knocked out her front teeth,” said Isaac as he unzipped his trousers and took a position in front of Stacy.
“Nobody needs to get angry or rough. We’ll drain your tank,” said Stacy reaching into Isaac’s trousers to remove his uncircumcised cock. She pushed the foreskin back and licked the head.
“Like Stacy said, we’ll get you off and be on our way,” said Laurie passing his lips and tongue along the side of Leon’s cock before taking the head in her mouth.
“Yummy, uncut dick has a flavor all its own,” said Stacy flicking her tongue across the tip several times as she massaged his ball sack while working the foreskin back and forth as she applied long strokes with her lips.
As his pecker came to life and the foreskin moved back, Stacy took the head into her mouth wrapping her lips in on the underside of the mushroom lip.
Using her tongue, lips, and the insides of her cheeks, Stacy focused her oral energy on bring Isaac to orgasm. Stacy was gratified to see and hear Laurie and Chantal following her lead. Laurie was playing handball with Leon’s low hanging testicles while her mouth was performing long smooth strokes on his shaft ending with her lips buried in his pubic hair. Her throat muscles were squeezing the head allowing tiny drops of precum to free-fall into her passageway.
“That’s the way, bitch. All the way to your gullet,” said Leon.
Marty’s short fat cock was pumping in and out of Chantal’s mouth. Sporadically, he was removing it from her mouth and slapping it against the side of her face as she looked hungrily in Marty’s eyes. Chantal had a talent for convincing a John that sucking his cock was the most awesome experience of her life.
The sound of the three whores noisily performing oral sex filled the room. Stacy did not neglect the psychology of a good blowjob. She established eye contact with Isaac as she licked up and down the shaft. Her facial expression conveyed the impression having his pecker in her mouth brought her into a state of ecstasy.
“Guys want to believe that women adore sucking cock, especially theirs,” was how Portia described it. As usual with Stacy her imagination and reality merged and she lost herself in making mouth love to Isaac’s penis.
“God this bitch can suck dick,” exclaimed Isaac his hand clutching Stacy’s hair. “I can feel her sucking all the way to my asshole.”
“Let’s swap,” said Marty. “I want some of that.”
“All right,” said Isaac reluctantly taking his penis out of Stacy’s mouth and moving to Chantal. Marty’s cock went from Laurie’s mouth to Stacy’s. A minute or two later, they moved again and Stacy found herself licking Leon’s shaft and balls.
“Get up on the bed, I want to finish in your cunt,” said Isaac pulling Chantal to her feet then pushing her back onto the mattress.
“Me too,” said Leon reaching under Stacy’s armpits to lift her up. Marty followed the others.
Time being of the essence, the three experienced whores hiked their skirts as they stood up then fell spreading their legs. Stacy was in the middle, her shoulders touching those of the other girls. She was wearing the type of panty preferred by hookers. The loose material of the narrow band covering her pussy could easily be pushed aside. With one hand she deftly uncovered her hole spreading her labia as the other hand guided Leon’s cock into her opening.
“Come to Serena, baby. She wants that big dick in her twat,” said Stacy wrapping her legs around his waist and pulling him into her. In a brief moment, the three bellmen were standing at the edge of the bed thrusting their cocks into the women.
“She’s good and tight,” breathed Leon his hands working Stacy’s breasts. “Where are they from, Isaac?”
“Cosmopolitan,” said Isaac pumping his cock into Chantal. “I did a referral for a party upstairs.”
“They always have good pussy,” said Marty his hands working Laurie’s breasts as he fucked her. “She’s got big browns like my girl friend. I love big browns.” Marty leaned down to take the end of Laurie’s breast in his mouth.
“Yeah, pump it, red. Fuck my dick,” said Leon slamming his cock into Stacy. “These three aren’t half bad.”
“Fuck me harder, Leon, Go deep, baby. I need your dick in me,” cried Stacy pulling him into her each time he thrust forward. She combined that with a pelvic rotation and a contraction of abdominal muscles grunting loudly each time Leon’s cock bottomed against her cervix.
“Shit, she’s hot,” said Leon. “This one’s a cock crusher.”
“Here, let’s swap,” said Isaac taking his cock out of Chantal.
Chantal and Laurie took their cue from Stacy and in a matter of moments, the three bellmen ejaculated.
It was less than five minutes after Stacy passed a towelette over her vagina, repositioned her panty crotch, slipped her tits back in the bra and pushed her sweater and skirt down that she pressed the doorbell of the Prince of Wales Suite. Leon had deposited a generous load in her cunt. At the moment, a stream of it had managed to travel down her leg into her shoe.
“It’s about fucking time,” said Cliff throwing the door open and standing aside. He didn’t look happy or sober.
“We’ll make it up to you, baby,” said Stacy putting her arms around Cliff. “I’m Serena. This is Chantal and Laurie.”
“You better, I gave your agency my platinum card,” said Cliff.
The suite was huge with a spiral staircase leading upstairs to what Stacy assumed was a master bedroom. The rest of the party was sitting in the living room watching porn on a wall sized plasma television and smoking cigars. Food and a full bar were arranged on a buffet server along one wall. Another wall was all glass affording a spectacular view of Central Park. Someone muted the DVD player as the three entered.
Stacy did a quick head count, twelve drunk and horny guys a manageable number for three hookers. They were also young. Cliff was the oldest of the group and she guessed him in his early thirties. There were several bottles of premium liquor and beer on the coffee table in front of the U-shaped couch.
“Mind if we have a drink to catch up to you guys,” asked Stacy walking over to the table to pick up a bottle of tequila. She poured three shots. The three downed a shot.
Stacy felt a hand reaching up her skirt. She looked at the hand’s owner and spoke. “I hope you and your friends are in the mood to fuck because we desperately need some cock. Don’t we ladies?”
“Fucking right we do,” said Chantal lifting her skirt to expose her panty.
“And we like to get down and dirty,” said Laurie.
Stacy poured three more shots and the three downed them. Deciding to take charge of the situation and get the party started, she looked around the room then spoke in a loud clear voice.
“Hello everyone, I’m Serena from Cosmopolitan Escorts. My friends and I are here to fuck your brains out,” said Stacy.
“I love you, Serena. I’m Mike. Fuck me first,” shouted one of the men.
“Mike, I plan on doing all of you before I leave. Let me introduce my girl friends. This beautiful blonde is Chantal who loves to suck and fuck. And for you guys who like something hot from South of the Border, we have Laurie who just can’t get enough dick. She’ll be ever so grateful if you just keep her holes filled. As for me I’ll do anything you want, the nastier the better. But I love anal so please don’t neglect my backdoor. Now, which one of you is the groom?” asked Stacy.
“Yo, I’m Darren, getting married tomorrow,” answered an obviously drunk male in his early twenties who was sprawled across the couch.
“Well, we are going to take very good care of you,” said Stacy sitting down in Darren’s lap. Quickly, Stacy pulled up her sweater and pushed down her bra pressing her breasts against Darren’s face. “Like my tits,” she asked. Darren responded by taking one of Stacy’s nipples in his mouth and sucking it.
“How about we begin by dancing for you,” asked Stacy holding Darren’s head as he attached her breasts. Her areolas were covered in his saliva.
“Good idea,” said Cliff moving toward the sound system.
“Latin,” said Stacy. “Something slow and sexy.”
Cliff looked down through a printed list of music then keyed a number in and pressed the play button. The sounds of “The Girl from Ipanema”, a soft Brazilian samba, filled the large room. Stacy stood up, kicked her shoes off and stepped up on the coffee table directly in front of the groom.
Darren watched her intently as she began to move to the music. Chantal and Laurie joined Stacy. They danced for a while then began to undress one another. As they unclothed, they tongue kissed and rubbed each other’s pussy. One of the men stood up and began to take off his clothes. The others quickly followed. By the third song, the men were naked and masturbating as they watched the girl’s dance.
“Serena, I love your pussy,” said Darren jerking his hard cock?
“Put your finger in it and see how tight it is,” said Stacy placing her foot on the back of the couch by his head. She leaned forward bringing her vulva almost touching his face.
Darren leaned forward to bury his face between Stacy’s thighs. As he reached around to grab her buttocks he let out an animal cry muffled when she took hold of the back of his head pushing his mouth against her hole
“Finger my hole,” ordered Stacy backing off slightly.
“Darren extended his index finger then rather theatrically slipped it inside Stacy’s vagina. Stacy sucked her belly button to her backbone as she contracted the muscles of her pelvic floor.
“Oh fuck, she’s tight. We got ourselves a nutcracker” shouted Darren.
“And we’re going first with her, bro,” said Cliff pulling Stacy onto the floor. As Stacy helped the brothers mount her she saw the remaining males rush to pull Laurie and Chantal off the table.
Stacy straddled a well-endowed man who identified himself as Darren’s best friend Tyler. She let out a sigh of pleasure as the hard column of male flesh traversed her vagina, its head coming to rest at the entrance to her uterus. Darren’s cock was positioned at her lips so Stacy opened her mouth and captured the mushroom head. Her tongue went to work on his piss hole.
Stacy felt two male hands separate her buttocks. The sound and feel of warm spit landing in her anus quickly followed.
“I love the backdoor,” said Cliff pressing his cockhead against Stacy’s sphincter.
“That’s because Linda, his wife, won’t get you fuck her ass,” said Darren laughing.
“Like Helen will, both sisters are anal-phobic,” said Cliff forcing his cockhead past Stacy’s sphincter. “Oh shit, she’s tight.”
“You’re brothers marrying sisters,” asked Stacy taking Darren’s cock out of her mouth for a second?
“Yeah, weird huh,” said Darren. “Keep sucking, bitch.”
“I’m going to come,” said the man underneath Stacy.
“Shit, Tyler, you could never last a New York minute. No wonder Beth fucks around on you,” said Cliff.
Stacy contracted her abdomen causing her kegles to grasp Tyler’s cock as a quantity of semen exited.
“This one has a talented pussy,” said Tyler. “She milked the come right out of me.”
“This one has a name and it is Serena,” said Stacy giving Tyler’s cock a power squeeze as it softened and popped out of her vagina.
“Her ass is just as tight,” said Cliff switching for a minute to Stacy’s now empty vagina. He returned his cock to her rectum after a few strokes.
“I’m eating my own cream pie,” said Tyler scooting out from under Stacy then diving back under to bring his mouth to her dripping pussy. Stacy decided not to mention the ejaculate he was sucking out of her was a combination of his and a bellman’s.
“Suck my dirty dick, Tyler, show Serena what a faggot you are,” said Cliff withdrawing momentarily from Stacy’s asshole to put his cock in Tyler’s mouth.
“Shit, is he doing it,” asked Darren maintaining a rhythmic thrusting into Stacy’s mouth?
“Yes,” said Cliff. “He’s going at it like a queer in a video arcade.”
“You’re a cock sucking faggot, Tyler. My best friend, Tyler Langford is a fairy. I’m going to tell Beth you sucked Cliff’s cock,” said Darren teasingly.
“Beth doesn’t give a shit. She knows I’m not a fairy. I’ve fucked her too many times,” said Tyler defensively taking a break from cunnilingus to deny being gay.
“Look, what ever happens here tonight stays here,” said Stacy.
“Spoken like the wise whore you undoubtedly are,” said Cliff before delivering a painful open palm slap to Stacy’s flank.
“Oh that felt good, another and harder,” said Stacy looking around to see that the other two girls were each the center of a group of drunken males.
“Hurry up, you guys, we want some of that,” said one of the two men that were kneeling beside Stacy’s group playing with her breasts.
“No rush, we’re here until there’s not a hard cock standing,” said Stacy.
It was at that point the batchelorette party arrived. Cliff had foolishly left the door ajar and they walked in unannounced.
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