The red light district

It was still early, but the setting sun had almost disappeared as she boarded the trolley, crossing back across the city towards her home. There was a place she hadn't been in a while and the evening weather was mild today. It might be the perfect stopover before the late night adventures commenced. It was no longer an actual red light district, but it did have some historical edifices that performed much the same function as years past. On the border of Chinatown, on a steep slope, she pulled the rope to signal her stop.

As she exited the trolley, she took in the buildings around her. Bustling late evening commerce, fruit stands, butchers, life going on across the neighborhood. An unlikely place for The Hand to be located, but it was an institution, a rooted part of the city and one of the first locations she'd found several years ago, at the start of her growth into this lifestyle. She could see the top of the building, brick and crenellated concrete façade on a nearby street.

Walking towards The Hand, she stopped for a papaya, taking it with her on the short walk. A few minutes later she approached the building, ostensibly a boutique hotel and it did serve that function, and more. Rather than enter, she watched the front doors, gauging the traffic at this time of evening. Seeing several men enter and exit was a good sign. Business was brisk. It had been nearly a year since she'd made this particular stop and wondered whether the setup would still be viable.

As a beautiful woman in a wide hat entered, she turned to the other side of the street to a building opposite. The tenement had a few shops in the ground floor. Walking down the alley adjacent, she looked for the retractable ladder, always just a bit lower than it should be. Assuming it hadn't been fixed since she last visited, of course. She found it quickly, but it was retracted just out of reach. Rolling over a trash can she hoped her weight wouldn't be a problem as she stood precariously on the lid, reaching for the ladder. Keeping lean paid off as she was able to grab ahold and bring a leg onto the bottom rung.

Climbing quietly, she made her way the six stories to the roof access, wondering what the scene would be there. The small garden space was much as she remembered, but less well cared for than it had been. There were a few lawn chairs and no lights. She would blend in reasonably well, so long as she didn't flail about openly. In a nearby drain catch, she searched for the package she'd left a few years back. Small relief flooded her as the plastic bundle was still hidden.

Opening the package quietly, she pulled out a small visor, equipped with what might have been opera glasses. Low power, but enough magnification for her needs. Trying on the headpiece, she adjusted her sights on the building opposite. Three windows upstairs offered a lottery of hope. There was never any guarantee of a show, but tonight offered a double feature. The far left was the classic businessman with mistress. Older man with young, vapid girl hoping for more than he would ever offer. They were clumsy, his hands more greedy than sensual, transactional. Little to offer, but her body was worth watching, large breasts bouncing almost comically as she feigned delight. Her hair tossed about while she leaned back, pointing her small pink nipples skyward. She could do so much more with her gifts.

The far right window was only partially open, but she moved her chair 1m to the right to improve her angle, seeing the bed clearly now. The door had just closed and a man had entered. He was young, early 20s, not a sophisticate. Maya guessed immediately that he was the help in this scenario and appeared suited to that task. His mouth was moving, talking to someone she couldn't see, perhaps in a chair out of view. He removed his shirt, revealing a worthwhile gym investment, abs toned, but not deeply dimensional.

A woman moved towards him, touching his chest. From her hands, Maya guessed her to be well into her 40s, nicely dressed, likely without an attentive man at home. Her curly blond hair spoke to expensive styling. He quickly made to reach behind and unzip her light blue dress, but she gently pushed his hands away. Taking a small step back, they talked briefly. A second woman moved to her side, dress slightly longer, darker, less form-fitting. She had shorter brown hair, perhaps a few years younger. An exchange took place and Maya inferred that he was to choose between them.

He made a show of indecision, but selected the blond. Both women made a slight pretense out of removing their dresses, the brunette revealing a stunning body beneath hers as it fell to the floor. Both had the look of personal training, the blond a few inches shorter, sporting a larger ass, complementing a trim waist. The brunette long, lean with shape to her shoulders and legs. It appeared this man was about to live the dream.

Panties and bras came with little show, more a formality at this stage of their courtship. The blonde moved forward, her back still to Maya, as she worked his belt and pants. The brunette, Maya named her Lisa, sat on the end of the bed, turning slightly. Maya saw her profile, the hint of her breast, petite and wonderful for her age. Her nose was sharp, her eyelashes bold, even from this distance.

The blond, Michelle, leg the nearly hapless man to the bed by his cock, gripping it as she backed into the footboard. Sitting, she took him quickly into her mouth, but only for a few seconds, before climbing onto the bed. Maya could see her now, heart-shaped face, red lips, deep blue eye shadow, pendulous breasts below her as she crawled up the length of the bed, before lying on her back. He climbed to follow her, his face nearly at bed level as it approached her spread legs.

Lisa had taken up residence alongside her friend, the two companionably touching one another lightly. She leaned over, their lips crossing for several seconds, tenderly, without haste. As she pulled away, her hand moved down the bed to his cock, as it rubbed against the duvet cover. His tongue was engaged and his shaft stiff at the sights and sensations of the evening. Lisa stroked it lightly, touching his sack gently at first, then more firmly in time with Michelle's breathing.

Michelle put her hand through his hair, pulling his head from her pussy, breath ragged. Turning over, she kneeled on all fours, presenting herself. He acted swiftly, entering her in a single motion. Her head arched back and he worked inside her roughly. Lisa had spread her legs in front of Michelle, touching herself lightly as Michelle's breasts bounced violently below her. Lowering her torso, Michelle's tongue replaced fingers as she brought her mouth to Lisa's small lips, opening her with her tongue. The angle slowed the thrusting as his desire rose faster than could be sustained.

Maya's had kept her hands at her sides, resisting the increasing wetness of her panties. She had locked on to Lisa, waiting for her turn on his cock before taking her pleasure. It was only fair, after all. Michelle's tongue slowed, then stopped as her moans took center stage. As his thrusts lengthened, Maya could see the rippling wave of her ass each time their skin made contact. It was hypnotic and she was lost in the motion as Michelle froze, climaxing as she took him as deep as possible.

Lisa's fingers had continue to work her clit and Maya could see a smile as Michelle came, collapsing on her face for a moment. She turned her body, flopping down on the bed, head turned to the side. Lisa took little time making her move. She moved to the side of the bed, standing, the shadows playing across her taut frame. Like a gazelle, Maya wanted her pleasure, their pleasure. He was directed to lie down, swollen cock pointing towards his chest as he followed the instructions.

Lisa climbed over him, breasts pointing at the window, only visible due to the sharp angle Maya possessed. Her weight came down as she guided him into her. She took him in, swallowing him in between her narrow hips. Working quickly, Maya could see her flexibility as she danced across his lap, working him back and forth. As she settled into a rhythm, his hands cupped her breasts, firm nipples in between his fingers. Pressing her abdomen to his, she brought her clit to contact with his body. Maya's left hand was two fingers deep inside her, the right working her clit aggressively. She would finish with Lisa.

As Lisa held her weight with her arms, her nipples brushed his chest. His hands pressed into her firm ass, pulling her onto him. Maya could feel it coming, as Lisa's body shuddered, her arms straining as she lost control of her muscles. Maya's voice was louder than she intended and she swore she caught a reaction from the room across the street. That afterthought gave her a final guilty thrill. She watched Lisa climb off of him, a final look at her body, her calm, but hungry eyes lit by the bedside lamp.

Maya removed her panties, too wet to walk in any longer. Stuffing them into her bag, she rewrapped her glasses and put them in their hiding place. As she approached the ladder, she noticed the trash can had been moved back into its original position. Hanging on the last rung, she dropped to the asphalt, absorbing the impact deftly. Leaving the alley, she walked back towards the trolley stop, streetlights now lighting the bustling intersection.