"Welcome to Sweet Haven.” The receptionist sweetly greeted the arriving guests at the entrance desk.Sweet Haven is a place not so many commoners could go. The clients here are required to join a membership that states their status in society. It is to protect both the clients as well as the establishment from any scandal or anything that would blemish their reputations. And also protecting the service girls from any form of abuse, since some clients tend to have fetishes. The cost is expensive but the service is to its fullest. As long as both parties are aware of their deal, the management will bind them in a contract and monitor the proceedings. They will be ready to assist any of the concerned parties who would appeal or complain about anything. Service girls are trained to serve their clients. From flirting, submission, and dominance, to whatever the client would require of her.“I made my reservations, right?” The man asked, looking tired and needing booze. He is just in the rig
He was just too stressed at work and he did not think he was in any good condition to be with a woman unless it was paid sex. Just to be fair, because he might get out of control and hurt his partner in bed, intentionally or not. Recently, he has been so sensitive that he is afraid he might get annoyed by too much noise from a woman moaning in pleasure while in bed. But neither could he be too rude to shut a woman down unless he knew he was paying her for sex and so he could order her to do everything that would please him, pleasing him alone, if that is what would make him feel better. The effort won’t be necessary for him to return whatever pleasure he is receiving when he is with a service girl, because the girls here are properly oriented on what and how to act when they are with a client. “Ahmm… Sir…?” the service girl nervously uttered. His stares were making the service girl feel uncomfortable. She could feel he was eye-raping her, but as he was not saying anything, it was m
Trisha did not dally. She called the number and met the person she talked to over the phone. She was told where to go and briefed on the arrangements. She told them her reasons with the proof of her mom's bills and her situation. The manager saw the sincerity and honesty in Trisha's words that they offered to give her a loan after a month of training. A training session that lasted months and today is her first official working day. And now, she is in front of her very first client. Gaining her poise back, she was already feeling a bit confident. She was trained, and this situation had been in their training. The only difference is how his reactions are more intense, making her feel even more nervous. But looking at how he is pleased with her beauty, her confidence was boosted. “Hmmm… Trisha..." Denny murmured. He almost cursed when he saw her smile as he called her name. " I’ll have my usual order….” he declared. Denny didn’t want to wait too long whenever he was there for relaxa
During her training, Trisha was too eager to get her official first day as a service girl, attending to clients and not just an errand girl around as she watched and observed how things are and should be done. Being an errand girl does not make her earn, not even tips, it was like being an intern with no compensation at all. So she did all she could to make her days of training end soon and be sent to a client. Trisha was taught in her training that men have different preferences. And so, they should try a slow pace at first and see if the client would demand speed and see what would satisfy them. "Just like learning how to drive, you should start slow, and when you get the grip of it, you can adjust and your client won't have to tell you what and how to do things again when you serve him," the trainer said during one of her training sessions. "Do not neglect a spice of teasing techniques, just do not overdo it." Recalling what she had learned from her training, Trisha was determi
Denny wanted to do more. But he knew the rules.Extra service has boundaries. If the service girl is okay with all the way, the client can do anything he pleases, but if a service girl has declared a limit, clients can only have a blowjob, cock in between tits fuck or lap dance or rubbing as what they are doing now.Instead of asking verbally, his hand started to find out for himself what he could get from this service girl whom he was enjoying so very much.Her coquettish response to his pleasuring touch gave Denny a clear sign that she was willing to take this deal somewhere he wished to go. She was so enslaved by his magical erotic touch that she could feel herself burning with carnal desires. She was young, and yes, she was new to all of these heavenly tastes of pleasure. And so she begged for more. More of this delightful indulgence."Please...?" She was unaware of what she was asking for. But her body was more direct and honest. She was swirling on his lap as he seemed to press
“Ohhhh… Fuckkkkkkk!”“Ugggh! Ugggh! This feels so good. "Denny was never one to praise a paid sex. He always believed that he was paying, so he deserved all the pleasure he can get. But today, he was so vocal about expressing his reactions. "I love this tight little pussy! Fuck!" He could feel his end dawning. "I don’t wanna end this yet, but the night is still young." He was actually convincing himself to let go. As for the girl, she would just do whatever her client would wish her to do. "But, we can do it all over again. Would. You. Like. That?” He said in his bedroom voice in between his thrusts.She just came, but she could feel a new sensation of orgasm building up again.“Yes. Ohhhh... fuck!!!"Her first sex with her boyfriend, ex-boyfriend, felt so painful that she could swear she never enjoyed it. Now she was feeling way too different from how she felt then.She is mewling and swirling her body, feeling his huge girth amazingly inside of her.Letting his strains free, he expl
Denny frowned in wariness. He does not want even the thought of her doing everything she did to him earlier being done to another client. It angers Denny to no end."I can assign her to serve drinks and simple orders while she waits for you," the manager politely answered. "Would that be fine with you, Sir? As you know, we are in need of more service girls as of now. We need everyone to assist and fill in the task. But I will make sure Trisha does not take extra orders as you requested, but you will have to pay her base earnings for the night.""Agreed. How much do I have to pay to make sure she doesn't give her extra service to anyone else than me?" Denny asked nonchalantly. "I will have to make a call and see if my boss can take one so I can answer your queries, Mister Vero," Sandra courteously replied. "My deals and demands take effect right after I leave this place. Are we clear?" Denny took a sip of his drink while Sandra was still in a dilemma. Noticing how the manager could
The man intently stared at the woman. He was inwardly contemplating if he should take her question as an honest innocent sin, or was it a part of her training to put him into a sensuous dilemma.Whatever was in Denny's mind was too difficult for Trisha to get even the simplest grasp of it. And as the client was too silent, it made her fear for herself, thinking she might have crossed a line."I'm so sorry for asking..." She apologetically murmured, with her chin almost pinning her chest.Trisha felt awkward about him staring at her with an unreadable facial expression. He didn't look mad, but by not answering, the service girl mistook it as he did not like being asked of anything."I will tell you about that later," he answered. "Tell me, Trish, what made you decide to work here?"Denny's stares did not leave Trisha's face. He was eager to hear what she was going to say, also he was trying to make a good guess of her age, but he could not tell. She is a tall, well-built physique for a