Chapter 62

Several weeks had gone by and the brand new brothel-mansion was truly up and running. You and Terry were lounging together on a sunbed by the pool out back, tired out from a morning’s invasions and still both slightly stained with the drying evidence of such. Still… it was nice to relax for a bit, dressed in matching bikinis and letting the sunshine kiss your immaculately-shaved forms. You cuddled up to each other instinctively, two feminised forms slotting together perfectly, listening to the vague sounds of lovemaking leaking from the nearest open window.

Already, several new faces had joined your little entourage of human fucktoys. Rounding the number out to 7 nubile, young bodies purchasable by the hour:

The voice you could hear gasping and moaning quite so forcibly loud… belonged unmistakably to Sascha, a flamboyantly camp boy of questionable immigration status and spun-gold skin. No-one was quite sure who had hired him, or where he had even come from. He had sort of just shown up at the mansion and wormed his way into a slot among the rotating cast of sex workers. Yet, he took cock in either end just as eagerly… if not more so, as the rest of you… so was hardly going to be turned away. The only issue was the way he seemed to insecurely need to show off just how greedily and joyfully he enjoyed every phallus he received. As if he was trying to earn ‘employee of the month’ amongst this otherwise very informal work environment.

Meanwhile the two other newcomers were seemingly running late for their shift.

"Leave them alone, it's fine now!"

Greg and Jade were a nineteen-year old couple of highschool sweethearts, rather at a loose end since leaving their education behind. They apparently already had something of a pile of credit card debts and unpaid bills hanging over them and, in meeting Dave, had somehow been persuaded that this would be an easy way to make the money back. To be honest… it was rather plain why their employment prospects were minimal elsewhere: Greg was just about the laziest person you had ever met and Jade… Jade was just a bit of a bitch.

She was currently half tugging her boyfriend along by his loose, brown pigtails, while also trying to fix the skewiff way he'd put them in.

"You've got to be cute, or no-one's going to want to fuck a mopey-looking thing like you!"

"I don't particularly want them to fuck me… I don’t see why we have to do this at all?!"

"Because the only other option is you go out and find a real job… we ain't got **** no more! Besides, you didn’t seem to mind when it was Dave!"

"Well yeah… but he's kinda hot… It’s not the same as having to suck all these old, fat guy's dicks!"

It was kind of funny, listening to their nigh-endless bickering… and almost wholesome the way they seemed to each prop up each other’s character defects. Greg was certainly not the sort of polished, perfect femboy that you and Terry had become. But then, some of the customers seemed to like that. Seemed to enjoy the look of wavering unsurety that crossed his poorly-makeup'd face as they unbuckled their belts before him. You got the distinct impression that his 'romantic partner' was also more than a little fond of seeing him be bent forward and ploughed into. She gained a sly, little smile whenever it was happening that was not wholly unlike your step-sister’s. It seemed a predilection among young women for seeing their loved ones be turned into cocksleeves was not so rare as might be assumed.