Authors note:- This is a follow on to the previous chapters of Becca Xxx. Please read them before reading this or you will not understand the plot or characters.

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We had been at tier three for almost four weeks. The amount of money we'd earnt was obscene. I only hoped we actually got to see it. The more time I spent undercover as a hooker, the more I got taken in by it all. It was a glamourous lifestyle with our every wish catered for, except for our freedom. We were showered with gifts and clothes. We never had to spend a penny, everything was paid for by the brothel or the clientele.

I kept track of how much money I'd earnt and it added up to forty eight thousand pounds. I'd sold my body to ninety six different people and every experience had been different. I had a couple of regulars and I worked six nights a week. On my day off I would spend time with Tammy and she would teach me more about tantra and the esoteric side of the body. I had never been so in touch with my own feelings, emotions and senses in my life. She was extremely knowledgeable and I loved spending time with her. We kept our relationship a secret, for fear of being split up and would only see each other for sex once a week. Even Aggie didn't know about our relationship.

Tammy had earnt a lot more money than me and Aggie was a close third. We had become friends with some of the other girls at G-Spot Deluxe. A girl called Chloe and another called Sara had joined our clique, but they were not as close as the three of us.

Sara was a natural blonde and was petite and cute. She had huge eyes and looked about eighteen despite being twenty four. She swore all the time and her language was worse than mine and that was saying something. She specialised in age play and was usually dressed as a school girl in the shortest skirt possible, complete with pig tails and white virgin panties. She pulled the image off perfectly, especially with her long white socks, white blouse and school tie, loosely tied around her neck like a rebellious teenager. We got on really well and she loved to play the innocent with her clients and pretend like she'd never had sex before. She often got put over peoples knees and spanked for being a naughty girl and swearing. I liked her a lot and she was great fun to be around.

Chloe was dark haired like me, but hers was cropped short and spikey. She looked like a rock chick and often wore clothing to match. She was into piercings and her nipples and clit were pierced as were her inner labia. She loved anal play and her party piece was to insert six golf balls in her ass and push them back out while she was fucked in the pussy. She said it was a truly magical feeling. I could see the attraction of feeling full and although I could fit a golf ball in my ass, I thought six of them might be too much.

We'd all been at G-Spot Deluxe for a similar amount of time and would often get new photo shoots done together for our menu profiles. It would be playful and fun to watch each other posing, trying to out do on another with outrageous poses. The time had passed quickly for us all and some days I would forget what I was really there for. All of our ratings were good and I could see us moving to tier four very soon.

We didn't have to wait long.

****

We were sitting in the lounge area and Aggie was telling us about her previous night's client.

"He told me he couldn't cum unless I sat on his face, bare assed and flicked his balls with the end of my cane while I jerked him off," she laughed.

"Fucking freaky cunt!" cursed Sara, swearing as usual.

"I tossed him off for about ten minutes and forgot I was sitting on his face. The poor fucker nearly suffocated," she continued.

We laughed at her story telling. She always made it sound funny.

"I'm serious," she said. "He was gasping for breath when I got off his face. It seemed to trigger him off and as I was asking him if he was ok, his cock started spurting like a fountain all by itself."

Chloe was holding her sides she was laughing so much.

"I thought I'd get a bad review from the guy, but he said it was the best he'd ever had. He's coming back next week for another go," she continued, her face dead pan.

"You should smother him with your tits next time. They're bigger than you ass," I joked.

"No. He says its my ass or nothing. Maybe he likes the smell or something. He was a weird guy."

"Some men love the smell of pussy and some like the smell of ass," said Chloe. "I once had a guy who loved to stick his nose right into my butt hole and just sniff it while he wanked himself off. I didn't even need to do anything. That was the easiest thirty pounds I'd ever made."

We all laughed again just as Patrick came in. He was the manager of G-Spot Deluxe.

He waited for us to calm down and then addressed us as a group.

"Ah excellent. You're all together, my feisty five. Can I see you all in my office please?" he said politely.

"Yes Patrick, of course," said Tammy.

We all followed along behind him still giggling about Aggie and Chloe's stories. We sat on a large sofa that wasn't big enough for us all, so Tammy and Sara sat on the arms of the sofa.

"Right girls. You've all been here for about four weeks and I have a surprise for you. How would you like to have a trip out?" announced Patrick.

I couldn't believe my ears. I hadn't been outside in over a month.

"What? Where to?" asked Aggie, sounding surprised.

"To the bank to see your money and set up your access details," he added.

I was in shock. I thought the money was all a ploy to get us to work harder. My understanding was that once we got to tier four we would be shipped abroad. My plan was to find out where and find out who was responsible and then bring them to justice. The other girls didn't know this of course. They thought it was a legitimate business and that they'd all leave after tier four and collect their money.

"You're letting us out to see our money?" I repeated.

"Yes. We want you to trust us. We cannot move you to tier four if you don't believe that there's money waiting for you. You need to understand we are for real. I understand you had concerns Rebecca. Izzy told me."

"How do you know we won't escape?" I asked.

"Why would you? I think there's over forty grand in there for you. Don't you want it?"

"Yes of course I do."

"And you'll earn a lot more at tier four," he added.

"When the fuck do we go to tier fucking four?" swore Sara.

She really was a potty mouth.

"One step at a time girls. Go with Tony this afternoon to the bank. You will be shown to your relative safety deposit boxes and will need to register your finger prints. Your finger print will be all the identification you need in future to access the box once you leave tier four. Once you're all happy we can move all five of you to tier four."

"Holy fucking shit," said Sara, excitably.

"Make sure you wear something appropriate girls. It is a bank you're going to after all, not a jacuzzi party," he said in a matter of fact tone.

We all left in a state of euphoria, but I had concerns.

Why would they show us the money?

Was this really happening?

Did tier five and freedom really exist or was it all part of their plan?

I faked my excitement with the others and was snapped back to the reality of why I was really there. I had a job to do and I was about to get one step closer. The girls were happy to be moving to tier four for ten thousand pounds a fuck and looking forward to leaving very wealthy women at tier five. They didn't know what I knew, that tier five meant they'd be shipped abroad to who knows what.

We all went down the dressing room. Wearing our lounge wear wasn't going to be appropriate for a bank. I picked out a pencil skirt and matching jacket. The skirt had a split up the leg, but still passed as formal attire. I felt a little conservative so I went panty-less to spice things up a bit. I always loved the breeze blowing up my skirt. Aggie didn't need to look far, she dressed in her usual school mistress outfit, minus the cane of course. Tammy wore a trouser suit and looked as elegant as always. Chloe and Sara both wore dress suits with white blouses and looked more like flight attendants than business people. It would have to do.

I showered and thought of my next move. I was going to verify that the money existed and that I was the only one who would have access to it and then get to tier four and find Dee. Whoever she was.

****

Tony looked as emotionless as always, sitting in the drivers seat of a black minibus. I walked over to the window and he powered it down. It reminded me of the first time he turned me down in the dogging car park all those weeks ago.

"Good afternoon Rebecca," he said.

"Hi yourself. How are you?"

"I'm just fine and dandy," he said sarcastically.

"You don't sound it. What's wrong isn't the wife giving you enough pussy?"

"I'm not married," he replied.

"Good news for the rest of us then. I'll give you a freebie anytime you want," I winked at him.

"Are you going to behave? They're putting their trust in you Rebecca. Don't act up or they'll send you back to tier one."

"Me?" Never Tony. I don't know what you mean," I said looking innocent.

"Just get in and lets go," he said losing his patience with me.

We all took our seats in the minibus and there was an excited vibe in the air. We looked like a group of odd looking business women going to an important meeting.

Tony told us that the bank was thirty minutes' drive and we chatted quietly , trying not to annoy him too much. My mind was still racing and trying to figure out if this was all for real or just a show. From their point of view it would boost our morale with the thought of finally being released and collecting a large wad of cash to start a new life. I still couldn't figure out why they paid us so much. I knew they got half of the earnings, but why charge so much? Maybe a rich guy with an erect cock had nothing better to spend his money on. I also wondered what the brothels did with the money. They must have millions of pounds just sitting around somewhere. Where that was, was still a mystery to me. How were they not being interrogated by the police or the tax office or the government? Surely someone must know what they were up to.

I then thought of my own dilemma. I had forty grand in a safety deposit box which I was about to see for the first time. Maybe if I ever got out of this assignment I would keep quiet about the money and keep it for a rainy day.

After half an hour Tony pulled the minibus into the car park and found a space near the bank entrance. We all got out trying to look like professional people rather that a bunch of well-paid prostitutes. It felt wonderful to breath cool fresh air and just to be outside with a wind up my skirt.

"Follow me and be sensible," he ordered.

We obeyed and followed him into the "Grand International Bank". It was written in huge letters on the glass and steel building. Inside was ultra-modern and we followed Tony through to a private waiting room. I was on guard for anything suspicious, but everything seemed like a normal bank.

We all took a seat and sat in silence. After less than a minute a young banker arrived and called out the first name.

"Rebecca Jones," he announced.

No-one moved.

I suddenly realised it was me under my false name and got up immediately.

"Sorry, I was miles away," I lied, trying to make it look like I hadn't heard him.

Tony looked at me with suspicious eyes.

Shit. Switch on Becca and get your head straight! I said to myself.

I followed the guy down a corridor and down a flight of stairs. This had all been pre-arranged and security was tight. We stopped at a door and went inside. I confirmed my fake date of birth and hoped my cover story was water tight. He took my finger prints and entered my details into a computer and then lead me back out to the vault. The huge metal door was already open and I followed him in.

"You are box number one eight one two," he said pointing to the huge row of metallic looking lockers.

He put a key in the key hole and gestured for me to put my finger on the reader. I put my index finger on the pad and there was a click. He nodded gently removed the box and put it on the table.

"Slide the box back in when you're done Miss Jones. Only you and you alone can empty this box," he left the room.

I was alone. I lifted the lid on my box and found it full of money. I did a very approximate count and it seemed to be at least forty eight thousand pounds. I couldn't believe it. I shut the lid and stood in shock for a while trying to figure things out. My brain went to mush. It wasn't sinking in so I just slid the box back in with a click and left the room.

The banker was waiting for me and I followed him back up to the waiting room.

The other four girls had the same treatment under Tony's watchful eye. We sat in silence until we were all done and we walked back to the minibus.

Was this a set up?

Was the money really ours or was it just a show to gain our trust?

There was no way of knowing so I just stuck to my plan and hoped for more information at tier four. I was very excited and so were the others. There was an air of disbelief in the minibus and we didn't talk much. I don't think any of us could believe it.

As we drove back I realised we were going in a different direction. We weren't going back to G-Spot Deluxe.

"This isn't the way we came in," I said to Tony.

"We're not going to G-Spot Deluxe."

"Where are you taking us then?"

"Tier four. G-Spot Exclusive," he announced. "Its another ninety minutes away."

We all murmured in the back. Tier four was less than a couple of hours away.

"I've heard its like a luxury spa and hotel," said Chloe to the other girls.

"Who the fuck told you that?" asked Sara.

"One of the other girls."

"Sounds like bullshit to me," Sara spat.

"It's true," said Tony. "and you're all working tonight as a group. It's all been pre-arranged."

"What?" we all asked.

"You'll see when we get there. No more questions," he cut us dead.

We all sat there quietly, each lost in our own thoughts as we left the big city and headed through small villages into the countryside.

After an hour and a half we arrived at a gatehouse and driveway with a barrier. The two security guards at the barrier came out to check who we were. Beyond the barrier I could see a tree lined road, maybe a mile long. There was a large wall either side of the tree line almost like a tunnel with the over hanging branches. This place was secluded and invisible from the road, no wonder it was called Exclusive. You wouldn't even know it was there unless you were invited.

The security guards spoke to Tony and the barrier was raised and we drove down the long driveway. I noticed security camera's on the walls. Either they didn't want any uninvited guests or they didn't want us to leave. I guessed it was both. At the end of the driveway there was more security and a huge old country mansion which looked like it had been converted into a hotel. It was beyond five star. The minibus pulled up and the door was slid open for us by a guy in a suit and sunglasses.

"Welcome to G-Spot Exclusive ladies. I hope you enjoy your stay," he said, helping us out of the minibus.

Tony didn't bat an eye. He'd obviously seen it all before. We followed into a huge foyer, filled with glass and marble. The check in desk was front and centre. The building was laid out in a T shape.

"Gym, spa, entertainment, bars and restaurants are straight ahead. Guest accommodation is to the left and staff accommodation is to the right. Get a key from reception and head right, you're staff in case you were wondering," said Tony, with a little distain in his voice.

We stood open mouthed, when a young woman in a business suit arrived and addressed us all.

"Welcome girls. My name is Cynthia and I am the manageress of this prestigious establishment," she was very well spoken and direct.

"I know this is probably more than you're used to, but it will be your home for as long as you work here," she continued.

Condescending bitch didn't know about my million pound penthouse suite. I thought.

"All your expenses are paid for and there is a similar system in place as with G-Spot Deluxe. No money changes hands, that's a little tacky and we a lot more up market."

We collected our key cards from reception as Cynthia spoke quietly to Tony. He nodded in my direction and made sure I couldn't hear what they were saying. Cynthia gave me a once over, nodded and Tony left the building. I wondered if they were onto me. I had reacted badly when my fake name had been called out at the bank and I knew Tony had picked up on it. It was a rookie error on my part and I hoped I was just being paranoid again.

We went to the right and through to the staff accommodation. Cynthia led the way explaining things as she went.

She told us that the guest and staff accommodation were identical, but were kept separate for obvious reasons. There were no brothel suites anymore. The whole hotel was to be used like any normal hotel. If we got picked and paid for we would spend the night with a client acting as their girlfriend, wife or what ever twisted scenario they wanted. We would stay in their room and they were not permitted into ours. We were free to roam around the hotel and use all its facilities during the day, but we worked at night.

Basically we were hotel guests who fucked on the first date as a sure thing. The clientele were extremely wealthy and powerful and didn't have time to form meaningful relationships. It was easier for them to come here and play whatever part they wanted. Fucking your personal assistant, pretending to have a wife, daddy-daughter role play, rape fantasy, gang-bangs and pretty much everything in between. I guessed if you were paying ten thousand pounds to fuck someone, you could pretty much do what you wanted.

Our rooms were unbelievable. They were like something from the movies. Large rooms, huge beds, plush furniture and shiny modern bathrooms. Our wardrobes were filled with expensive clothing and underwear which somehow suited our tastes. I guessed the information about our preferences had been passed up the tiers ready for the final one. We felt like royalty. This tier made the most money for this crime syndicate and it was easy to see where it was being spent.

Each room was identical and we were all housed next to each other. On each of our beds was an outfit wrapped in clear plastic. A cheerleaders outfit.

Cynthia addressed all again in Aggies room.

"You are all working tonight girls and we have a specific task for you. You will be the main attraction in the presidential suite and will perform whatever act they ask of you," she said.

"They?" asked Chloe.

"Yes. The suite has been hired out to a football team. They are important guests and spend a lot of money here. They are celebrating a win and want to get their rocks off with some beautiful girls. We've heard good things about all of you and I know you won't disappoint them."

"We're footballers gang bang sluts then. Is that what they fucking want?" asked Sara.

"That's one way to put it. Yes," she replied.

"How much are they paying?" asked Aggie." How many of them are there?"

"Well they should pay ten thousand each and theirs twenty three of them. We gave them a discount for group booking, so it comes to two hundred thousand. Their football club is footing the bill. You get half between you," she said, as though it was nothing.
"Who the fuck pays that sort of money to gang bang hookers?" blurted Sara.

"Its pennies to them my dear. They earn more than that a week...each," Cynthia shrugged. "Wear the outfits we've selected and be ready for seven. I'll send someone to collect you and take you up to them."

She left without saying another word.

We all hugged and congratulated each other. We had hit the big time and this place was amazing. We were hotel guests on an all expenses paid holiday, being paid a ridiculous amount of money to do what we did best and enjoyed most. Fucking and sucking strangers.

"First night, twenty grand each. Holy mother fucker," shouted Sara.

"Not to mention twenty three fit young cocks to play with," said Tammy.

"That's forty six balls filled with fresh warm spunk," I added licking my lips.

"I hope none of them have been naughty boys. They might need a face sitting or a spanking," laughed Aggie.

"I better try and find some golf balls," said Chloe.

We fell about laughing and then went to shower and get ready.

****

Just before seven we all met in Tammy's room. We had a glass of champagne each from the mini bar and toasted our successful transition to tier four. We were dressed in the skimpiest little cheerleader outfits imaginable. Tiny skirts and crisp white cotton thongs, stockings and suspenders and crop tops with no bra. We were in team colours of pale blue and white and had heavy black eye makeup on and looked sensationally filthy.

There was a knock at the door and a young man in a suit said he was ready to take us up to the presidential suite. We downed our drinks and he led us to the elevator at the end of the corridor. The drink had calmed our nerves, but I still had butterflies in my stomach. I had completely forgotten about Lexa and the assignment. I just wanted a night of wild fucking and to be showered in fresh salty cum. I hadn't had a gang bang since I went dogging all those weeks ago.

The elevator stopped at the top floor and we could already hear the party in full swing before the doors even opened. The lift was filled with perfume and pheromones. I knew my knickers were sodden in anticipation and guessed the other girls were the same.

Ping!

The doors opened.

We were hit with a wall of noise and smell of alcohol. The suite was absolutely huge and plush and filled with young men in various states of undress. There was a jacuzzi on the outdoor balcony big enough for twelve people, food laid out in the kitchen and bottles of booze everywhere I looked. There was a bar area and a pool table, with a large gathering around it.

I led our team out into the lions den. The noise died down slowly until there was complete silence and you could hear a pin drop. We slowly walked to the centre of the room wiggling our asses and looking sexy until we finally stopped.

For a few seconds time seemed to stand still. No one moved or spoke. I spotted a large trophy sitting on the kitchen work top. It must have been the prize for winning. I picked up a half empty bottle of champagne under twenty three pairs of watchful eyes and poured it into the trophy. I held it up with both hands.

"I understand some hot young studs have won the league," I shouted.

"Fuck yeah," shouted one of the players.

"Well...congratulations boys. You've also won a night with five sluts who will obey your every desire."

I raised the trophy as if to say cheers and drank from it until it was empty. Some of it poured onto my chest and wet my shirt. I let the trophy fall down by my sides and stood there with attitude.

"Give us everything you've got," I said seductively.

The air was filled with whoops and whistles and they downed their drinks and started towards the girls. It was a frenzy of kissing and groping and I moved over to join them as I felt a hand go up my skirt. Tammy had three guys on her feeling her tits and trying to kiss her on the lips. Sara was picked up and carried to the jacuzzi, where they threw her straight in and jumped in after her. Aggie was groped and kissed as she backed up against a wall. Chloe was picked up and slammed down onto the pool table sending the balls flying everywhere as they tried to be the first one inside her.

We were seconds in and it was already out of control.

"You'll all get to fuck us guys. Just take your time. Maybe some of you prefer sloppy seconds anyway," I shouted above the noise.

My words were lost as I was grabbed and my top was ripped off, exposing my bare tits. They pawed at them and slapped them, laughing and joking about what a slut I was. A hand went up my skirt and my knickers were torn from my body and thrown about the crowd. I was man handled roughly to my knees and waited for the first cock to be shoved in my mouth. They were like a pack of hyenas devouring their prey. I was surrounded by prime meat as they dropped their trousers. I guessed footballers weren't shy in front of each other, after all they shared a bath together after the match. I felt hands on the back of my head as the first cock was forced into my mouth and he fucked my face hard.

I lost sight of the other girls, but could hear screaming, slapping and the tearing of clothes, so I assumed they were getting the same treatment. I was pulled away from the first guy only to have another cock slapped on my cheeks and then rammed down my throat as they fought over me. My skirt was pulled off and I felt my legs being lifted back up and I was bent over. Fat fingers entered my pussy from more than one person and they continued to abuse me. Some of the crowd got bored waiting for their go and went back to drinking. Through a gap in the crowd I managed to see Aggie sitting on a guys face and sucking another two off as one of them sucked her tits.

Chloe was on the pool table with her boobs out having champagne poured all over her face. She stuck her tongue out lapping it up like a dog in mid-air. She was enjoying herself immensely. Sara was being spit roasted in the jacuzzi as others watched and cheered. Tammy was riding a cock while jerking off two guys and sucking a third. I'd never seen an orgy get into full swing so fast.

I was picked up by my arms and legs and carried to the sofa and thrown down hard. One guy climbed on the sofa and made me suck his cock while two others held my legs apart high in the air. I felt a hard shaft push into me and he started fucking me hard and rough.

"Yeah fucking whore loves it," one guy said.

"Her cunts dripping wet," said the one fucking me.

"She'll be ruined once we've finished with her," said another.

I looked over at Aggie just as the first guy spunked all over her face. It took her by surprise, but she smiled and took it like a pro.

"Timmy loses the bet," said one guy. "Fuckers cum already."

The others laughed at him just as the guy fucking me started to grunt.

"Fill my dirty cunt," I said, spitting the cock out of my mouth.

"Dirty slut. Listen to her," said an onlooker.

I felt him shoot it deep inside me. It was a big forceful load and he grunted and groaned until his ball were empty. It was going to be an enjoyable night.

He was quickly replaced by a smaller guy with a hairy dick.

"Made it nice and slippery for me mate?" he asked the first guy.

"You bet. Filled her full of baby batter."

I felt cum splatter against my lips as the guy in front of me finished himself off on my face.

He laughed at the mess he'd made and climbed off. Two guys came in and sucked my tits and played with them as though they'd never seen any before. Maybe they were virgins.

I heard Tammy encouraging her mob.

"Come on lads. Spurt it all over me. I'm a little Japanese bitch. We invented bukkake. Give me a cum bath," she panted, playing on her oriental heritage.

She finished up with two simultaneous cum shots. One from the right and one from the left, coating her face as she laughed with glee. She looked so sexy covered in creamy man milk. I wanted to lick her face clean, but I was pinned down and had my own crowd to deal with.

The two virgins playing with my tits decide to face fuck me. They both stood on the sofa and offered their dicks to me. I bobbed back and forth, one to the other, sucking them off at the same time, much to their delight.

Aggie had a guy suffocating under her ass as she smothered another with her huge boobs. I could hear Sara panting and swearing in the hot tub.

The small guy in my pussy couldn't hold off any longer and pulled out and blew his load all over my clit and labia. His spunk was extremely thick and sticky and clung to my vaginal lips like glue. As he left and the next guy lined up to fuck me, he had a look of disgust on his face.

"You dirty cunt. Look at the state of her pussy. I'm not fucking that," he cried to his friend.

"Get one of the sluts to clean her up first then," he laughed as he walked off.

Tammy must of heard him and scooted over to me with her tongue already out and waiting.

"Feed it to me Becca," she cooed. "Give me that cream."

"Only if you share it with me," I begged.

She went down on me and sucked the cum from my labia. Her lips were coated in it and she barged her way through the two virgins to kiss me. His load really was thick and we took it in turns to spit it into each other's mouths. We kissed with it, a tangy cummy kiss, making a mess all over both our sexy faces. The crowd loved it and one guy blew his load all over us both and added to the mess. I always loved a sensual kiss with Tammy and to have the added flavour of semen drove my frenzy higher.

There was a bigger crowd gathering at the pool table and my guys started to disperse, leaving me and Tammy making out together. We both looked at each other and wondered why these guys would walk away from such an erotic sight. We both realised Chloe was up to something filthy and crawled over to take a look.

She was spread-eagled on the edge of the pool table, soaking wet with champagne. One guy had a fresh bottle in his hand and was de-corking it as the crowd started to chant.

"I know a better place to drink champagne from, right guys?" he said.

"Yeah."

"Fuck yeah."

"Do it."

"Spread you piss flaps for us bitch!" he said as he popped the cork and put his thumb over the end of the bottle.

Chloe prized her glistening vulva open using her piercings. She gripped the rings on her labia and pulled them apart. She was extremely wet and creamy from the look of her pussy. The champagne guy shook the bottle once and forced the neck of it straight into her pink slit. The explosion of fizzy champagne was instantaneous and erupted from her cunt like a volcano. She shrieked with excitement and three of the guys put their faces next to her pussy and opened their mouths to receive a shower of cunty champagne. It looked incredible and all the guys cheered. The eruption subsided and the guy shook the bottle again to make it fizz once more. He pulled it out and she pushed the remaining liquid out as they took it turns to slurp it from her pussy.

Sara appeared, soaking wet and naked. She'd been spit roasted in the tub and had cum dripping down her legs and on her tits. She jumped up on the pool table next to Chloe and spread her legs wanting the same treatment. Not wanting to be out done, I joined them.

This was a party like no other.

Two more bottles of champagne appeared and were de-corked.

"Ready guys," he said to the crowd.

He shook them once and plunged them into our depths. The feeling was incredible. First the stretching as the wine bottle spread me open, then the coldness of the liquid as it hit my cervix and then the bubbles as it started to build pressure. Finally the eruption as it spurted from my cunt and showered down onto the crowd. All this happened in a split second and drenched several guys at the same time. Sara squealed as hers did the same.

"At least its washed the cum out of them," one of them joked.

I took control of the bottle inside me and thrust it in and out quickly, causing it to fizz up and explode again. As I fucked myself I looked over to see Aggie and Tammy approaching. The show on the pool table was now the centre attraction for these sick perverts and they didn't want to miss out.

The pool table and surrounding area were awash with champagne. I hoped these guys had paid a large security deposit, but guessed that G-Spot Exclusive would have made enough money to cover the costs.

Tammy got between my legs as a I took the bottle from my pussy and pushed her puckered lips against my vulva and sucked the liquid from my hole. She turned to the nearest guy and they kissed, sharing the sexy cocktail. Sara continued to have her pussy fucked hard with a bottle as the guy tried to get her off.

"Fuck my fucking cunt, you dirty fucker," she swore. "Make me fucking scream."

The crowd loved it when she spoke dirty and cheered even more when she started rubbing her throbbing clit to get herself off. She was panting in no time and soon came in a loud squeal as her cunt cream dripped onto the table.

Aggie picked up two pool balls and walked over to Chloe who was now being groped again.

"Who wants to see me stuff these pool balls up Chloe's sexy asshole?" asked Aggie, holding the balls in the air.

"Holy shit."

"Oh my god this is insane."

"Yeah do it."

She was getting the crowd going and they backed away to allow the people at the back to see. Even the drinkers at the bar came over to see the spectacle.

Chloe looked a little unsure. She was used to golf balls in her ass, not pool balls. These were a little bigger than she was used to. She bent over in the middle of the table and stuck her ass in the air. The pack of Hyenas started to go quiet as they watched Aggie spitting on the white pool ball. Chloe pulled her ass cheeks apart as Aggie spat on her sexy starfish and pushed the ball against it. There was initial resistance as she started to push it in. Chole started to squeal as it passed the point of no return and her ass sucked it inside.

The crowd cheered and jostled for a better view.

"One down, one to go," said Aggie, slapping Chole's ass hard.

Aggie pushed the second ball against her asshole and repeated the process. Chloe panted and sucked the second ball inside to join the first.

Even I cheered. It was an impressive skill. One guy jumped on the table, moved Aggie to the side and thrust his fat cock into Chloe's dripping pussy. He fucked her hard and fast as a second guy got in front of her and they spit roasted her. It seemed to be the footballers favourite position.

There were guys stroking their cocks everywhere I looked and the four of us left jumped down and got on our knees to service the paying clients. It was interesting to see who the guys picked. The submissive types went for domineering Aggie and she slapped their buttocks as she sucked three guys. Sweary slut Sara attracted the more animalistic guys who wanted to get rough with her, which she loved. They also went for me too. Tammy attracted the more sensual guys who wanted it slow and pleasurable.

As the suck fest continued we each had a guy push in behind us and slide into whichever hole they desired. I had a cock in my asshole, as did Tammy. Aggie and Sara were pussy fucked as we heard Chloe screaming in ecstasy on the pool table as she was fucked into oblivion with an ass full of pool balls and a mouth full of raw sex meat.

The taste of cock was intoxicating and I swapped men regularly to vary the flavour. Some were sweet, some were tangy, all were delicious and in various states of pre-cum. My cunt was dripping like a tap as the guys swapped positions and took it in turns to fuck me. The guys swapped girls and I would occasionally suck a cock which tasted like Tammy's pussy, I'd recognise it anywhere. I also got to taste the other girls, but didn't know which was which as I had not been intimate with them ...yet.

"Where's the trophy?" I asked in between sucks.

"On the bar," came a breathy reply from the guy in my ass.

"I want you guys to fill it with spunk and watch us share it," I panted.

One guy picked it up and bought it over to me.

"If you're fucking us , you can finish inside, but if your being sucked I want you to blow you're load in this trophy," I said.

The crowd let out a gasp of appreciation. They couldn't wait to see us down a pint of cum between us.

I heard Chloe start to cum on the pool table and I looked past the sea of cocks, to see her face of pure pleasure as she came hard. She screamed and gasped as the pleasure wave took over her body and her knees shook as the guy behind her kept going and rubbed her clit. I watched the guys face and knew she was clamping down on his huge shaft. It was enough to set him off and his balls sucked up into his body as he squirted her full of his cream. He eventually slowed down and pulled out with a gush of cum and cunt cream all over the pool table. A lot of the crowd were still watching her get fucked and she finished off her show in true Chloe style. She pushed backward and prepared to expel the pool balls out of her sexy ass.

She got into a squatting position as though she was going to pee and screwed her face up tight as she began to push. Some of the guys got low down and watched her anus slowly part as the first pool ball started to emerge. She let out a loud guttural grunt as she strained and took the pain like a constipated young girl.

"Push, Push, Push," the crowd started to chant

She let out a huge scream of pain mixed with pleasure and the first pool ball plopped out of her ass and rolled across the table. It was strangely arousing to see this young girl, who for all intents and purposes was taking a dump on the pool table. I began to understand how some people might be into this perversion, but at least this was clean. I loved to see her straining and then the obvious relief on her face after she passed the huge object from her rectum.

The crowd cheered and continued to chant as she went for round two. I reached down between my legs and rubbed my bean steadily to try and bring myself off. I was still being fucked hard and I was pretty close. The four of us were in a close semi-circle surrounded by footballers cocks. Each of us was fucked from behind while we worked on the remaining Hyena's to make them cum in the trophy. I held it with one hand in front of us waiting for the first guy to spill his load for us.

Chloe screamed and pushed hard to expel the remaining ball from her ass. The gang of footballers cheered even louder when a small squirt of piss erupted from her pussy from the strain. It was unintentional judging by the look on her face and it was enough to make me cum where I sat with a cock buried deep in my tight cunt. I moaned and bucked as I came and the final ball was shit onto the pool table, just like the first. My orgasm had barely subsided when the guy to my left demanded the trophy. Tammy had worked up a big load from his hairy balls and he only just managed to put the tip of his cock into the trophy in time. Runny, watery spunk spewed from his glans and coated the inside of the trophy. Next to her I heard the guy grunting as he unloaded into Sara's pussy. He was quickly replaced with another who passed comment about how sloppy she felt.

The show was coming to an end and I sensed a big finale from the guys. Aggie directed two loads into the trophy and I did a further three. It was filling up nicely with off-white creamy sperm. Tammy timed it wrong and got a mouthful for her hard work. She immediately spat it into the trophy just as Sara got another pussy load shot into her. She got off her knees and gestured for me to drop the trophy lower so she could squat over it. I did as she asked and she pushed her creampie into the trophy making sure she didn't spill a drop.
Chloe came over to join us, as the trophy was now the centre of attraction. It was receiving load after load of hot fresh cum as the guys finally finished themselves off with a little help from our merry band of sluts. The guy fucking my ass pulled out and added it to the sperm cocktail as did Tammy's guy. Aggie received a cunt full of spunk and repeated Sara's trick of squatting over the trophy to deposit her contribution. I couldn't help but use my tongue to lick the remaining droplets from her overused pussy. She tasted delicious.

I counted nineteen loads in the trophy and guessed some of them must have cum more than once. I could smell the intoxicating aroma of fresh warm semen and couldn't wait to finish the show with a bang. After all I had to earn my twenty grand, we all did.

The last two guys ejaculated thick heavy loads into the golden trophy, helped by Tammy and Aggies skilful hands and they all stood back to watch us drink it.

We huddled close together and looked sultry and desirable. Our makeup had ran and our eyes were black and runny. We made a show of sniffing the contents of the trophy and stirring it with our fingers. It was a strange consistency, lumpy like porridge in places and runny like milk in others. Sara and Chloe started kissing each other and I held the trophy above them and slowly dripped the first share of cum onto their waggling tongues.

There were gasps of disbelief from the crowd as they cum kissed with passion and love. I held the trophy up to my lips.

"Mmmmm boys, you certainly know how to treat a lady. What a delicious treat you've served us," I cooed with lust in my eyes.

I swished the cocktail round to mix it a little and took a long delicious mouthful. I pulled the cum cup from my lips leaving a stringy mess on my chin. My mouth stayed open to show them how much I'd took and I closed my lips and gulped in down.

"Mmmmm so fucking good," I gasped.

I passed the trophy to Aggie.

"Wow so thick and creamy boys. Thank you so much," she said.

She held the trophy up as a cheers to them and took a huge mouthful.

"Save some for the rest of us," said Tammy taking the trophy from her.

Aggie swallowed and Tammy swished the spunk milk shake around like I had.

"In Japanese culture this is called a Gokkun," she explained. "Roughly translated it means 'gulp', which is exactly what I'm going to do."

She opened her mouth wide and poured a generous helping of man goo into her eager mouth. It was almost ceremonious. She closed her mouth and eyes and swallowed savouring the unique taste. She looked in ecstasy. She opened her eyes and her mouth to prove it was swallowed.

The remaining share was tipped into Sara's mouth and she cum swapped back and forth with Chloe until it was finally swallowed equally.

I used a finger to scrape out the final dregs and Tammy sucked it from my fingers. I tipped the trophy upside down and put it on my head like a Vikings helmet and held my arms out to signify that the sow was over.

Right on cue there was a cheer and a round of applause for our unspeakably disgusting performance.

"Fucking amazing."

"Incredible."

"Dirty fucking bitches."

"Never seen anything like it."

"What a fucking party."

The footballers comments were greatly received and we were helped to our feet like ladies of the manor. We were each handed a glass of champagne and joined the guys in groups. The fucking was over for now and I was starving. We all needed to chill for a while so the guys lead us to the kitchen area and we helped ourselves to food while they went back to partying and playing pool.

Apart from a belly full of cum, I hadn't really eaten much all day. The booze was effecting me and I needed some proper food. It wasn't in short supply. All tastes were accounted for and we had our fill.

We finished up in the hot tub and continued drinking for a few more hours. We told the footballers they could fuck us in the bedroom, one on one if they still felt the urge, but most were too drunk by then and were passed out in the suite. Sara got fucked and so did Tammy. Aggie dragged a guy off to a bedroom to perform something dirty to him. Chloe was a little worse for wear after her pool ball show and I was completely exhausted.

At around midnight the party was over. A porter came up in the lift and told us we had to leave. Our clothes were torn to shreds and we were completely naked, hardly fitting attire for a trip back to the staff quarters. Luckily the footballers gave us all a shirt each from the winning match which was long enough to cover our modesty and we headed back down the lift and back to our rooms.

I was asleep before my head hit the pillow.

****

I woke the next morning with the mother of all hangovers and stayed in bed snoozing on and off until midday. I got showered and dressed and went to get a late breakfast. I found a buffet restaurant and had a full English breakfast washed down with a lot of coffee. The other four of us were no where to be seen, so they must have been sleeping off the night of debauchery.

I wandered around the hotel complex to get my bearings. There was a gym, pool and spa area. All very swanky. There were a few bars and restaurants on the complex and a hair and nail salon. Pretty much everything a working girl could need. I ventured outside and found extensive gardens and a small woodland path. I was free to wander where I wanted, but was aware of the cameras on the high wall surrounding the entire estate. Escape seemed highly unlikely, even if I wanted to.

I got back to the foyer just in time to see Cynthia leading the other four girls into a meeting room. She motioned for me to follow, looking a little unhappy that I was the last one.

We sat in a conference room around a large modern table.

"Right girls. Well done for last night, you went down a treat and performed beyond the call of duty by all accounts. The twenty grand will be put into your safety deposit boxes, ready for when you leave," she said.

We sat in silence. We were there to listen, not to talk back.

"Last night was a special occasion. You will normally performing on your own, rather than in a group. The system here is a little different to G-Spot Deluxe as you are here for quality not quantity," she continued.

"What the fuck does that mean?" exclaimed Sara.

Cynthia looked daggers at her.

"It means you might only fuck one guy a night my dear. Most of our clients will book you before they arrive and will want to stay the entire night with you. They will wine you and dine you..."

"And sixty nine you!" Sara interrupted.

"Precisely. Your profiles are available for the clients to view and if they like you, they will book you with their specific perverted requirements."

"How many nights do we work?" I asked.

"Usually five nights on and two nights off."

"Sounds fair enough," replied Tammy.

"That's it all set then. Remember girls you are high class hookers now and will be expected to act like it. Your sexual skills are unprecedented, but remember to take on whatever role is asked of you, be it a school girl, nurse, secretary, mother, daughter or whatever else these sordid men and women prefer. They may want you to dress in a certain outfit. They may want you to be unwilling or they may want you to be slutty and seductive. Do as they request and get good scores and reviews."

We all nodded. She clapped her hands together and we were free to go about our daily lives until called upon.

I went for a swim in the spa pool to clear my head. While swimming lengths of the pool I tried to figure out my next move. Lexa and her team would know I had been to the bank and that I had been moved to tier four. The tracker in my armpit would tell them exactly where I was and where I had been. I guessed it would take a few days to arrange a meeting with me, so I had to go with the flow until then. I would try and track down the woman named 'Dee' that I'd heard about and see what she knew about the people trafficking to the continent.

Later I met Tammy in the bar and we drank coffee together. We discussed the previous nights events and how much we enjoyed it. Tammy said she felt she had made the big time now and once she had enough money she would leave for pastures new. She wanted to set up a massage business with Reiki healing and 'optional extras' as she called them.

"So you mean a wank, suck and fuck?" I laughed.

"You know me too well Becca. Don't forget it might be women I'm massaging," she winked back.

I looked over at movement in the foyer and saw a man in a smart business suit enter, with two body guards. He had a stainless steel briefcase handcuffed to his wrist and walked with purpose. At first I thought he was a client, but he was met by Cynthia and they walked off into the meeting room we had been in earlier. I don't know why, but something didn't feel right about the whole situation so I kept one eye on the foyer as I talked some more to Tammy.

Chloe and Sara turned up and joined us.

"Tammy is setting up a brothel of her own when she gets out of here," I said, with a cheeky grin.

"Its not a brothel it's a massage parlour," she laughed.

"Yeah right call it what you like, but its still a brothel," I sniggered.

"Wow sounds fucking awesome," said Sara. "Let me know if you need any working girls and I'll be there like a shot."

"Really? You want to continue down this path together?" I asked, with raised eyebrows.

"Fucking is all I fucking know," she replied.

"And swearing you dirty mare," added Chloe.

"Well, when you lose your virginity very young and are led into the prostitution industry by your older pervy boyfriend, I guess that's what fucking happens."

"Is that how you got here?"

"Pretty much. He was thirty five and I was eighteen. He wasn't my first, but he used to pimp me out to his friends."

I was shocked and intrigued. We were hanging on her every word. I saw no movement from the meeting room.

"He was great at first, but then he said his friend really liked me and that he would pay to see me naked."

"And you agreed to it?" said Chloe in surprise.

"I needed the money. I was jobless and clueless and left school with fuck all qualifications. So he came round to my boyfriend Robs house and I did a little striptease in the front room for them both. He said he'd give me five pounds."

"Not a bad rate, I suppose," giggled Tammy.

"I was so nervous and clumsy, but they seemed to like it even more. Like I was fresh meat or something. Fucking dirty bastards."

Sara seemed a little vulnerable telling this story. Her origins of being a hooker.

"After I stripped off, Rob told his friend he could feel my titties. Before I could say anything he was groping me. Dirty cunt looked about forty. He wasn't gentle either. Rob then told him that I was great at sucking cock which his friend seemed to like the idea of. He asked how much I would charge for a blowjob. I told him to fuck off."

Still now movement from the meeting room.

"His friend got mad and pushed me to the ground. Rob didn't help, he just laughed. Fucking asshole. The next thing I know Robs holding me down and his mates got his fucking fingers inside me. I put up a bit of a fight, but to be honest I liked it. It felt slutty and wrong somehow. I gave up in the end and said I'd suck him off for ten quid."

"Sounds like rape to me," said Chloe.

"I never said no. I found it a turn on. My cunt was wet that was for sure. His mate whipped his cock out and I sucked him off while Rob wanked himself off watching in the chair. I felt so fucking dirty. I loved it, being watched and all that. His mate blew his load all over my face."

She seemed to be getting aroused telling us her life story.

"He gave me ten pounds and left. It should have been fifteen, ten for the blowy and five for the stirp, but I didn't argue. When he'd gone Rob fucked me and we both came in minutes. I think the whole seedy side of it made me even more horny."

The guy from the meeting room walked back across the foyer with his two body guards. The briefcase was no longer with him. Cynthia escorted him out and they shook hands at the doorway and then he left as quickly as he'd arrived. Cynthia walked back to the reception desk. I was unsure what I'd just witnessed, but it felt illegal. It was like a drop off of some kind and all seemed a little shady to me. I put it to the back of my mind for now and listened to Sara as she continued.

"Pretty soon most of his mates got to hear about me. I became a regular Friday night thing round Robs house. I was still only eighteen and I'd go round and be pimped out for ten pounds a blow. I got so good I could get a guy to spunk in two minutes," she giggled.

"So how did you end up at G-Spot?" asked Tammy.

"Well, I'd suck four or five fucking cocks every Friday in Robs bedroom while his mates waited downstairs until it was their turn. This went on for about a month and Rob said I could make more money if I let them fuck me. I agreed. After all they were already fingering me and groping me to get themselves hard, so I thought I may as well get some pleasure out of it. The following Friday I went to his bedroom and listened to him talking to his mates downstairs. He told them they could take turns fucking me for thirty quid each. The cheeky cunt had told me it was fifteen pounds. I suddenly realised he was taking a cut for my slutty actions. Cheeky mother fucker."

"Welcome to the world of prostitution!" said Chloe. "How naïve were you?"

"I know. I let them fuck me. Five guys the first Friday and then it kept increasing. It was more money than I'd ever had so I didn't complain too much."

"So how did you end up at G-Spot?" asked Tammy again.

"I'm fucking getting to that. I got pissed off with him taking a cut for fuck all. So I started turning my own tricks. Night clubs usually. I'd pick a guy up who looked like he had too much money and not enough confidence to actually find a fuck friend for the evening. I'd make him buy me drinks and then bend over in the alleyway for twenty pounds a go. I made good money."

"So you've always been a filthy skank then?" laughed Tammy.

Sara ignored her.

"One night I was sucking off some weird looking guy in the alleyway and I was grabbed from behind and bustled into the back of a BMW and taken to Marvin to have a crystal fucking ball shoved up my wet chuff like the rest of us. I spent a week on tier one, and a month each on tiers two and three."

"And now here you are earning five grand a fuck babe, you've come a long way," said Chloe.

"I know. I fucking love it here. That gang bang last night was amazing. Whose idea was it to do the Gokkun thing?"

"Mine. I absolutely love the taste of fresh cum and I couldn't resist it seeming as they had the trophy just sitting here. It was crying out for it," I said.

Chloe and Tammy agreed it was a fantastic night.

"Where the fuck is Aggie?" cursed Sara.

"Sleeping off her hangover still. She's a light weight at drinking. It's a good job she's not working tonight," said Chloe.

"How do you know she's not working tonight?" I asked.

"For fucks sake Becca where have you been? You're supposed to check with reception to see if you've been booked for tonight. We're all working you better go and check with Cynthia."

"No-one told me that," I sighed.

I got up and walked to the reception desk in the foyer. As I got there I saw Cynthia in the back room near the hotel vault with the briefcase in her hand. She locked it in the vault and came out to see me.

"Ah Rebecca, I wondered when you'd make an appearance. You're working tonight at seven," she said, as if I should have been there earlier.

"Sorry I didn't know the system. Who have I got and how many?"

She passed me a printout on a sheet of paper.

"Nice older gentleman for you," she smirked. "Meet him in the bar at seven. Enjoy."

I walked back to the girls just as Aggie finally showed up. She looked a little worse for wear. The girls were laughing and mocking her for her inability to hold her drink.

I read my brief for the evening. It was a role play with an sixty five year old man called George. I read the roleplay and had to sit down.

"What's wrong Becca," asked Tammy.

I passed her the brief and she burst out laughing.

"Sick fucker, good luck with that one," she giggled.

"What is it?" asked Aggie.

"Role play where he's my Grandads friend and wants to fuck me. Who would want that?" I asked.

"This guy George apparently," said Tammy still laughing hard.

The rest laughed too.

Tammy read out the brief.

"It says you're to dress nicely, but show a lot of leg and cleavage and pretend to be the nineteen year old Granddaughter of his best friend. You're to flirt with him and take him to his room and take it from there."

They all thought it was hilarious. I thought it was a little worrying.

"What have the rest of you got for tonight?" I asked.

"A girlfriend experience with a young guy. He's specifically asked for anal. As if I didn't have enough things shoved up my ass last night," said Chloe, grimacing as she remembered the pool balls.

"Prom night virgin," said Sara.

"Exotic massage with a thirty year old woman," smiled Tammy.

"Why the fuck do I get the weirdos?" I blurted.

They all laughed again.

Time was marching on so we all went to get ready, apart from Aggie, who ordered some black coffee. She really was suffering.

In my room I showered and thought of what was about to happen. I was nervous, partly disgusted, but also horny as fucking hell.

I couldn't wait to see where this one went as he would be the oldest guy I had been with.