Kate - The maid

Things were hotting up at The Vicarage in both senses. Our client base was rich, loyal and enquiries were becoming frequent. Prices remained the same, which was high and alcohol was being consumed in large, expensive quantities.

I was collecting another order of high quality booze from the wholesalers, mainly champagne. The van was a common visitor here now. I usually met Dave in the warehouse yet today it was Kelly. Dave had injured himself lifting. She was young wearing blue dungerees & boots with her blonde hair was pulled back in a pony tail. She had an East End London accent, she has the edge of a market trader. She asked what I did too be buying all of this booze. She had seen the frequent orders coming in via her usual office role. The invoices going to our public business name which didn't give away or link to a location. I told her that it was a private business and she seemed satisfied.

A few days later, after a busy weekend, I returned for another collection and Kelly was there again. Almost jokingly she asked if there were any positions available for the business. I took her number saying that I'd meet her later to discuss it.

Vicky and I stacked the wine and I discussed bringing on another girl or 2. "Anyone in mind?" I told her about Kelly and that she wasn't aware of the business model. We decided that we could offer her a job generally cleaning and preparing for and between the 'sessions'. This made sense and I called Kelly to meet and discuss things. She was free that evening so we met at a quiet pub.

She looked incredible. A bright pink miniskirt, tight top in white and pink stilettos made her tall and completed the look. After explaining the role and it's limitations she asked, "So it's a hotel or a club?" "Let's call it a club but I need to be clear, the clients demand quality and discretion." She nodded. After a minute she added, "So a strip club then?" I filled in the blanks for her and after some time again she nodded. "You have a boyfriend, what would he think?" I asked. She again thought for a moment before answering, "I have several but they all mean nothing, just some fun really. It's that ok?" That was perfect. The wages were discussed and were going to double her income right now so she was very happy. We arranged that she'd come to The Vicarage on her day off the following week. As I was doing to leave she grabbed my hand, pulled me towards her and whispered, "All of this talk has made me horny." I nodded towards the exit and she came with me. The pub car park was quiet except for the gravel we walked on. She beckoned me to her car and 'beeped' it open. She opened the back door, slid over to the other side and waved me in. The back seat folded flat yet her car was still small. I went straight for her tits. Young and small with no need for a bra to remain pert. I couldn't see her nipples but my mouth found them easily. She was pulling at my belt so I helped her, she was very clear with what she wanted. Before long I was having my cock kissed and sucked. "I don't fuck on a first date." This statement send strange all things considered.

The windows were fogged up, we were both semi naked and aroused beyond belief. "This, is not a date." It was the best I could think of at the time. Her response was perfect. She stopped wriggled around and spread her legs leaving her miniskirt around her waist. "Only if you have a condom then?" Without a word I found the pocket holding my emergency condom, slipped it on and slid into her. There has been almost no foreplay yet she was very wet. Her labia were large, engorged and spongy as I compressed them against my pelvis. I was balls deep on my first push; she seemed cavernous. I'd not felt this before. She was very loose, very wet and very available. She was as much a slut as I was. Multiple boyfriends and our first meeting out of work led to this! Her back was being rubbed by the harsh carpet over the folded seat. "Want me from behind?" "Of course I do." She got into all fours and I could see her little white arse in the subdued light. I let my cock rest against her arse cheek, then moved it to moisten her butt. "Not on a first date.", "Well this isn't a date." She didn't say no and as I moved my cock around, she dropped her head and shoulders lower to meet the floor. I took this as consent, this was augmented by, "Slowly, let me relax." I transferred more of her juice to my cock and her arse; I slowly pushed the very tip into her butt. With each breath she relaxed a little more and I eased a little further in, millimetres at a time. She was breathing fast and pushing back against me now. The car was rocking, my cock was in her very tight arse. I could feel the ring of muscle tightening and relaxing around my shaft and the softness beyond. My balls gently slapping her clit.

"Fu .... Fuck .... Fuck my hard in my arse!" I pulled her hair firmly. I was pounding her arse. Head down, bum up and the faint view of my inside of her was getting all too much. I could feel myself getting close. She was panting now; shallow, fast breaths. "Cum in my arse, cum now." I could do nothing but comply. I pumped my cum and she squeezed her butt muscles, I came more and more. It had been chilly but we were both hot. After a while breathing eased. "That was great, what a great arse it felt amazing.", "You felt good inside me, I want this again and again." I slowly withdrew my cock as her arse snapped shut. The condom was holding lots of cum. She shuffled her skirt down a little, tucked her tits away and asked, "So do you reckon I could be part of the main attraction at this club then?" She'd auditioned herself and did it perfectly. "Come next week, I'll discuss it with the others and I'll let you know then." We parted ways.

Vicky could sense the interaction of the evening as I opened the door. "Was she a good fuck hunny?" After a shower I told her everything. The arousal led to us fucking again but in the comfort of our bed.

The meeting the following week went well. We all had decided that another team member would be good. She would be Kate and the maid, the bit of common rough for the posh people. Kelly liked the ideal and when we told her the salary she was very grateful; she could earn 10 - 15 times her previous role per night if she chose, just like the others. In a text from her later on that night she simply said, "Take my arse anytime you want, thank you."