Going undercover

Dear Diary,

I cannot believe what all happened in that crimson Babylon of a place. I entered the building, the closed door blocking Mr Barlow's view of me. The leers of the men, the measuring glances of the women, and the soft violin music intoxicated me. Perhaps this is the Blush, I do not know. I was walking toward Mr Felix when a man approached me. "Oh, you are a rough one, aren't you? I like that. How much for an hour's time?" he asked, his hand sliding over my lower back.

"I...I'm not sure. I am seeking employment." I said, his mustache stained with wine. Luckily, another girl walked up to him, and placed her hand on his trousers. His attentions were immediately drawn to her, allowing me to slip away. Mr Felix is a thin man of above average height with sandy blonde, well cut hair. He dresses immaculately in perfectly tailored clothing, and wears a solid Soma ring which must be worth an absolute fortune. It seemed to shift as it faintly crackled, as if it were slightly out of focus with the rest of reality.

As I stood before him, he slowly turned his gaze away from the trio, which were rapidly moving towards a menage a trois, and onto me. I blushed badly and hoped the rouge covered it well. As his deep chestnut colored eyes met mine, I felt weak. "So, another noble lady playing at being a whore, eh? Well then, have a seat and see how its done. I don't imagine you have much experience yet at your age Miss..." he said.

"Watson." I said, recalling another famous detective's sidekick. I awkwardly sat beside him on the couch, wondering what the Hell I was doing. He returned his attention to them, and pointed.

"See how Mitsy sucks his head into her mouth and draws the penis out. She stretches it as Samira plays over the veins with her tongue. They are a good team." he said. I watched as the women sucked and licked the man's cock, my inquisitive mind taking to the lesson at hand. Speaking of hands, his moved onto my knee, and began to caress my thigh over my dress. I held my breath, ashamed at how good it felt to be touched. I watched them intently, keeping my eyes on Samira's tongue tip as it lazily swirled under his cockhead before Mitsy sucked the whole thing into her throat.

I didn't even notice that Mr Felix had removed his penis from his trousers until he guided my hand over to it. I looked at it as if mesmerized. I'd only ever touched one before, that being a going-away celebration for my brother's childhood friend, Pierre. He talked me into it, saying the life of a Gyrofighter was dangerous. I let him touch me as I brought him to climax upon my bosom. I at least had the excuse of wine back then, but now, as my hand encircled his member, I had no such luxury. It was hard and warm in my soft hand, and unlike Pierre he was circumcised. I didn't need to be told what he expected me to do.

I leaned over, allowing him to cup my breast as I stroked him to full erection. His member wasn't terribly thick, but it was long and very veiny. I pushed a strand of hair away from my face, closed my eyes, and parted my lips. I paused, slowly stroking it till my hand was at the base, and sucked the head into my mouth. I couldn't say why I did it, but at the time it was as if it were the most natural thing in the world. At first, I tried to mimic what Mitsy was doing, but I quickly found that my throat was just not ready for it. Mr Felix had to content himself with my sucking and licking as I figured out how to fellate him properly. Samira had straddled the gentleman, and Mitsy was now guiding his penis into her. I sucked fast, wetting my mouth often, as I watched his penis disappear into the lovely harlot, my own arousal becoming nearly uncontrollable.

Mr Felix started breathing heavily through his nose, and his face was turning red. "Don't get any on my trousers." he said through gritted teeth. The first spurt was such a surprise that I recoiled, the second landing on my cleavage. I quickly took it back into my mouth, and stroked his long shaft as his warm, salty seed filled my mouth. The texture was odd, as was the taste, but I found myself sucking and swallowing as much as I could, attacking his cock with my mouth as the trio started moaning across from us. When it was empty, I leaned back, and scooped the rest off of my chest with my finger and licked it clean.

"Not bad, but a bit too eager. I had planned on a bit more than a blow. You can use the Day Room for now till you get some proper attire. You can keep what you make, minus a third to the house. No whoring on the streets." He said, stuffing his penis back in his trousers. I had done well, not spilling any upon it. Strange as this sounds, I saw it as an achievement.

"Thank you, Mr Felix. I was wondering about Nasira. I rode with her on the Cosmoliner." I said, hopefully being vague enough. He didn't even look at me as he replied.

"Third room, second floor. She's with a wealthy patron right now who has a particular scenario he enjoys, and it does not involve unskilled street walkers like yourself. Now then, you can either take a client up to the Day Room or serve as a lounge girl like our two lovely ladies over there. They can touch all they like but don't let them get too much for free." he said. I looked over to them again. Mitsy was driving her fingers into herself as she fondled the man's testicles while Samira bounced rapidly up and down, impaling herself on him. I shamefully admit that at the time I wanted nothing more than to push her aside and ride the man myself.

"I have other things I can offer. I like it when a man...chokes me." I lied. He looked at me then, all right. His seed still flavored my mouth, but to him it was as if what I had done had never occurred. Still, if I was to justify my behavior, I needed to bring something back to Mr Barlow. He let out a sigh, and shook his head.

"No. You can talk to the Madame on Brubaker Street if you are willing to indulge in such perversions. Its too rough on the girls. No, you'll keep it nice and normal in this brothel. The rates are posted by the Day Room, so no need to negotiate at this point. Go on then." he said, dismissing me with a wave of the hand as he went back to watching the trio. I thanked him again, and made my way back to the staircase.