Jennifer

Between the conversation and the continued gentle massage the women were providing, both men were erect. Bert maneuvered Jennifer so she was laying on top of him. Raising his knees to spread her legs, he gently pushed her down until his organ was entombed. Augie and Margaret watched them slowly writhe on the bed, Margaret continuously stroking his cock, until Augie moved to enter her.

"Give me five minutes, Augie. Nature calls. I need to piss."

"Oh, Christ, baby. You get me hard like this, and I can't fuck you.," Augie whined. Then he looked at the coupling couple and got an idea. "Hey, you two. Spread your legs. I'm going to make a sandwich."

Her immediate needs forgotten in her newfound concern, Margaret asked Jennifer if she was sure she wanted to do this. At Jennifer's assurance that she'd ass fucked before, she positioned Augie between Jennifer's and Bert's wide spread legs. Taking a tube of KY jelly from her purse, she applied the lubricant to Augie's erect cock and Jennifer's squirming asshole. Then, as Augie braced his arms and straightened his back, she guided his rigid pole slowly into her niece's waiting hole.

"Everything okay, honey?" she asked.

Looking out from between the two softly grunting men, Jennifer replied, "Better than you can imagine. This is just fine."

Satisfied that her niece was in no danger, she announced, "Well, have fun. Guys, I've been up all day. I'm going to take a quick shower. Back in a bit.," and headed into the bath.

Jennifer doubted the two men had even noticed. She had only paid attention because she had been looking sideways towards her aunt. Otherwise, she wouldn't have cared either. The sensations were incredible. She had assfucked occasionally before, but usually the boy rushed, or didn't lubricate well enough, and there was some pain. Now she could feel the two slim, stiff cocks slowly slipping in and out, separated by the thinnest of membranes. She could feel the veins rubbing against each other, with her in the middle. By keeping her weight on her forearms, she managed to keep from crushing Bert, and by clenching her pussy or anal sphincter, was able to keep the two men under a semblance of control.

After about fifteen minutes, Margaret came back from the bathroom. Wrapped in a towel, she was surprised to see the trio still screwing. All three were now sweating profusely, and beginning to thrust and buck much faster. Evidently, her niece had been able to manage the situation quite handily. Walking towards the bed, she reached between the three sets of spread legs and began rubbing their crotches. From top to bottom the threesome began to come, Jennifer moaning as Bert filled her cunt and Augie spewed into her bowels.

Augie pulled out of Jennifer, and Jennifer rolled off Bert. Standing, Augie took Jennifer's hand and said, "Come on, kid. Let's get cleaned off.," and led her into the bath. She slipped out of the heels and stockings and climbed into the shower. Turning to Augie, she asked, "Join me?"

"Not right now, Jenny. But leave the door open. I'll watch."

Jennifer took a long hot shower. Augie washed his member at the sink, and then sat on the toilet watching as Jennifer took special care to thoroughly wash her breasts, pussy, and ass. She even thought it necessary to use the massage shower head to clean these areas. By the time she had gotten out of the shower, she was horny and he was hard again. Augie took a towel and dried her off. Again, for some reason, her breasts, pussy, and ass needed extra drying.

Sitting again on the toilet, he softly grabbed her hips, and pulled her pussy to his mouth. He ate her slowly but thoroughly, until her knees were quivering. Then he stopped and stood.

"Do I need to put on the stockings and shoes again?" she asked.

"Not for me. But bring the high heels. Bert likes women in high heels." Leaving the bathroom, Augie's erection pointing the way, the squeals and grunts they had heard earlier became louder. Margaret, now minus the towel, but in her high heels, was bent over the armchair. Bert, evidently inspired by Augie's earlier ass fuck, had decided Maggie needed to be reamed. He was vigorously pounding her, and Margaret seemed to enjoy it tremendously. Her skin was flushed, her tits were swinging, and her nipples were as hard and as erect as Bert's cock.

Augie's only comment to Jennifer was, "I told you he liked high heels."

Chapter 8

The wakeup call at 8:00 woke only Margaret, who leaned across the space between the beds to rouse her niece. Both men snored on. Unsurprisingly, the men had collapsed into deep sleep a fuck or two after the girls had showered. Margaret motioned for Jennifer to follow, and headed for the bath.

"Grab a shower and get dressed.," she whispered. "I've got room service bringing up some coffee, juice, and croissants. Roger should be bringing the car by at nine, so we've got an hour."

"What about these guys?" asked Jennifer.

"Party's over. Don't wake them up."

The two women quietly showered and dressed. Both put on tight jeans, tee shirts with no bras, and their high heels. Room service brought the continental breakfast while Margaret was showering. If the waiter noticed the two elderly men sprawled naked and snoring on the beds, he didn't say anything.

Just as they finished packing Margaret's bag, a knock on the door announced the bellboy. It also awoke Bert, who looked up to see the women handing their luggage to the young man. Turning to Bert, she said, "Good morning, sleepyhead! Our ride is here so we've got to go."

"Oh. I was kinda hoping for a, well, you know, special good-bye."

Looking at her niece, Margaret shrugged her shoulders. Jennifer nodded in agreement.

Margaret turned and gave instructions to the bellboy. "Take these down to the limousine. We'll be along in fifteen minutes." She then closed the door and turned to see Bert shaking Augie awake. "Blow jobs only, fellows. We've got to get going."

"Come on, buddy. Last chance.," said Bert to Augie.

Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, Augie awoke to find the women pulling their shirts over their heads. They dropped to their knees at the side of the bed. Both men had recovered from their late night fuckfest, and their cocks stood hard and firm in the women's mouth. Margaret and Jennifer licked and sucked for about ten minutes before the men groaned and popped their corks.

Topless, the women walked to the service cart and drank some juice, to clean their mouths. Dressing again, they said farewell. Jennifer kissed Augie and Bert on the top of their bald spots, and Margaret pulled a business card from her purse and dropped it on the nightstand. "In case you're ever in our neck of the woods. Bye, guys."

They were silent walking down the hall to the elevator and riding the elevator to the lobby. When they got to the lobby, Margaret put her hand on Jennifer's arm to stop her, looked out through the glass front, pointed and waved. "This way, honey.," she said, and led the way out the glass doors.

Walking to a black limousine, she greeted the driver, opening the rear door. "Roger, thanks so very much. This is my niece, Jenny. She'll be staying with us. Jenny, meet Roger. He does all sorts of things out at the Lakehouse. Let's go, folks." Roger commented that he had already picked up the missing bags at the airport, at which Jennifer was quite thankful.

If Roger wondered why the two women slept the entire way home, he didn't ask.

***

Jennifer woke a few minutes before the car arrived at the Lakehouse. Looking at the beautiful Nevada countryside, she felt the car slow down and looked to see the limousine pull off the road into a long driveway. She reached over and tapped her aunt on the shoulder. "I think we're here."

Margaret opened her eyes and looked around. "Yep, no place like home."

Roger pulled the car up to the front door of a very large house. As he opened the door, Jennifer could only stand and stare at the residence. "My, God, it's huge! What do you call this style?"

Margaret smiled and said, "Well we're not really sure. Some might call it Victorian Eclectic."

Roger laughed and said, "And some might call it Victorian Grotesque."

All three laughed at the comment. In truth, the house was Victorian and huge. It consisted of a large, three story Victorian house, to which two large two-story wings had been added. The wings went back, giving the house a U shape, with one side longer than the other. This was where one of the wings attached to a large garage.

Margaret turned to Roger. "Roger, would you please take our bags in. Jenny will be staying in the guest room." She faced Jennifer. "You want the nickel tour?"

"You bet."

Leading her up the porch towards the front door, Margaret started. "Originally this place was just the main center section without any wings. The banker built it for your great-grandma, which is how it came into the family. After he died, she took some money she had gotten from him and added the east wing. That connected the house with the old barn, and formed the living quarters for the girls. Your grandma added on the west wing."

By now Jennifer was inside the front door. A large hallway opened onto a foyer with a parquet floor, a large oaken staircase circled up to the third story, and French doors opened into the west wing. "All business is conducted in the west wing.," said Margaret, leading Jennifer towards the French doors. Jennifer noticed a small desk and chair in the corner of the foyer, near a large closet. Seeing her interest, Margaret added, "The hostess sits at the desk. The closet, of course, is for guest's coats."

"The foyer opens into the parlor.," Margaret continued. This was a large, plush, room, richly finished with a number of well upholstered armchairs and couches. Along the back wall was a small bar. "Once a guest has been welcomed, he is brought in here. He can have a drink, meet and select a companion, and so forth." Another set of French doors, this time with frosted glass was open, showing another similarly furnished, but smaller room, leading off from the parlor. "This is the sitting room."

Two beautiful women were in the sitting room watching a game show on a wide screen television. They looked up as Margaret and Jennifer came in. "Ladies, no one is watching for guests.," Margaret chided. "Jennifer, this is Alice, and this is Rachel. We always want to be on our toes in the public rooms, as guests can sometimes just pop in.," she said, as much to the two girls as to her niece.

"Sorry, ma'am. We didn't want to have the TV up too loud in the parlor.," replied Alice, a short and swarthy brunette. She and Rachel, a tall and willowy redhead dressed in a chic jumpsuit, stood and headed into the parlor. Alice, in a short halter top sundress, turned off the television as she passed it.

"Hold on girls. Where is everybody? The place looks deserted."

Rachel responded. "Jackie, Kate, Lisa, and Bobbi were on overnight escorts. They haven't gotten back yet, but'll probably get here soon. Rocky's helping unload supplies in the kitchen. Everybody else is still asleep, I guess."

"Business good?"

"Okay.," said Alice. "Nothing great, but not dead either."

"Well, I didn't miss the weekend, at least.," mused Margaret. "I'd like to introduce my niece, Jennifer. Jennifer will be staying on to act as my secretary and office manager. And she'll also be helping out as assistant hostess, once she gets her feet on the ground."

"Can you cook?" asked Alice.

"Yeah, really.," continued Rachel.

Confused, Jennifer could only stammer out, "Umm...well...er, no. Or at least nothing beyond bacon and eggs. Why?"

Laughing, Rachel said, "Because the cook is off on Mondays, and we need someone new to pick on."

The foursome laughed for a moment, then Margaret said, "Come on, honey. Let's keep going." Turning back to the two girls, she said, "And remember, stay in the parlor." Turning back to Jennifer, she led her out a back door in the sitting room, into a hallway running the length of the wing. "The sitting room is used for small parties, while the parlor is for traffic. Both room open onto the main hall.," she said indicating the nicely carpeted and wallpapered hallway they had just entered. A circular staircase, nice, but not as grand as the main staircase, went to the second floor, near the entrances to the parlor and sitting room.

"Parties? I'm not sure I follow you." said Jennifer.

"Well, we have three main areas of business. First, we provide escorts. You heard, four of the girls were out last night as escorts. This is about a third of our business. Escorts may or may not include sex, but we always price things the same. In addition to escorts would be high end call girl service."

"Walk ins comprise most of the balance. It's just like it sounds. Most evenings gentlemen will drive in for an hour or two, and leave. However, sometimes groups of men will come in, to party, and in those cases, such groups use the sitting room." She continued, "Also, we have a small, but very profitable, number of corporate customers. These groups almost invariably request the sitting room, for discretion."

She began leading Jennifer down the hallway. "Now upstairs, in this wing, are mostly small bedrooms, for use by average customers. On this floor, we have several other rooms, which will cost extra. For instance, this is the 'Office'," she said, opening the nearest door.

Looking in, Jennifer thought it looked just like a typical office. Desk and chair, an armchair, a couch, a few file cabinets. She said as much to her aunt.

"Well, that's all it is, of course. But, do you know how many men fantasize about screwing their secretaries in their offices? About leaning back in their leather swivel chair getting a blow job? Butt fucking on the desk? This is very popular."

Going across the hallway, she opened another door. "Also popular is the 'Jacuzzi Room'. We've got a whirlpool here big enough for a small party. And through that door is a small sauna. When not in use, the staff can use these rooms. Also the 'Exercise Room'." She continued down the hallway, showing the 'Jungle Room', the 'Mirror Room', the 'Doctor's Office', and so forth. The final door seemed much heavier, and Jennifer mentioned it.

"Well, this is the 'Bondage Room'. Some of our clients like to tie girls up. Or like to be tied up. The doors and walls in here are soundproofed."

"You do S&M here? Gee, I don't know about this...," worried Jennifer.

"Oh, nothing real dangerous. We don't allow anything that can cause pain or hurt the girls. They're the assets of the business, after all. Besides, there's a hidden camera in the ceiling. Roger monitors it whenever the room is being used."

Jennifer looked around the room. The decorator had been heavily into black leather and brass chains. Shackles were seemingly everywhere, and the only furniture was an adjustable, waist high, leather couch. "Now this place is spooky." was her only comment.

Margaret laughed and led her out of the room. Taking her upstairs, she opened up a door on the second floor hallway. "These are typical rooms for typical customers. A bed, an armchair, a TV and VCR, and a few porno tapes."

"So where does everyone else sleep? And just how many is everyone else?"

Margaret led Jennifer through a side door that apparently connected the two wings through the main section. They began walking back towards the main house. "I live on the third floor of the main house. The entire floor is a large suite. The east wing first and second floors contain bedrooms for the staff. The main house contains the kitchen and dining areas, a lounge, and several other rooms. Customers are only allowed in the west wing." She led Jennifer upstairs to the second floor of the main house.

"Your room is on the second floor, here." Jennifer entered a large, pretty room. It consisted of an attached sitting/ dressing area, a large bedroom with a very large bed, and a bathroom. It was actually a small suite. Her luggage was placed neatly in a corner. "It's not as big as some, but it's larger than some others."

"It's beautiful.," said Jennifer, running her hands over the pink satin and brocade. "It's just perfect." She turned and hopped up onto the canopied bed. "So who else is here?"

"Well, let's see now. We've got fourteen girls working here, but there's usually one or two on leave or out sick or otherwise not around. Roger handles the bar at nights and Rocky greets customers. They handle security."

"Bouncers, huh?"

"Bouncers. Plus any other little odds and ends we have. And Mrs. McMurphy comes in five days a week, to clean and cook. And you and me." She looked around. "Well, you can take a nap, or come down and meet everybody."

"Let's go."

Chapter 9

The two women went back down the stairs and to the kitchen. By now, mid-morning, the house was showing some life, as people woke and began moving. Approximately half a dozen beautiful young women were gathered around a kitchen table. Margaret introduced them to Jennifer.

"Most mornings we simply have coffee and juice, fruit, some buns and pastries. You know, sort of a continental breakfast. Lunch is usually sandwiches and soup, or something else of the sort. Mrs. McMurphy prepares a nice dinner before she leaves for the day. You'll meet her later. I'm sure she's starting some wash by now."

Jennifer looked around the room. All the women there were young and stunning, ranging in age from the late teens to the late twenties. Most were dressed informally, tee shirts, jeans, sweatsuits, and the like, although one of the girls, whom she had heard was an escort the previous night, was in a skintight sequined evening gown. Roger was sitting in the corner reading a newspaper. When he looked up at the introductions, Jennifer took a closer look. He seemed to be in his mid to late twenties, average size and build, but with eyes that didn't smile. Those eyes are older than the rest, she thought.

Just then a heavy plodding thundered through the kitchen. Looking around wildly, she calmed down after seeing the girls laugh at her wide-eyed concern. Then, coming through a door obviously connected to the basement, came the largest man she had ever seen. Easily 6'3" tall, he must have weighed well over two hundred and forty pounds. His neck seemed to be missing, as his shoulders simply glided up to his head. Since he was wearing shorts and a tank top, his bulging muscles were readily apparent. Turning towards Jennifer, he stopped and smiled when he saw her. "Hi, I'm Rocky. You must be Jennifer.," he boomed out and engulfed her hand in a giant paw. Turning to Margaret, still smiling, he said, "Supplies are all away now, Maggie." And then he barged from the room, heading down the hallway.

"And that was Rocky." laughed Bobbi, the tall, well stacked blond who was still dressed from the last night's escort duties. "He doesn't just come into a room, he makes an entrance."

Jennifer smiled and shook her head. "I guess you could say so." Turning towards the other man in the room, she asked, "Roger, do you enter a room, or do you make an entrance, too?"

Roger simply looked up and smiled, before turning back to the newspaper.

"You'll never know Roger has entered a room, until you see him standing there.," answered Adrian, a short redhead in tee shirt and cutoffs. "Some ninja thing or something. Right, Roger?" she called to him.

Roger just smiled.

Margaret took her niece's arm and led her out a back door. "Now out here we have the pool and a hot tub. And the back yard. Again, guests are not welcome in the non-public parts of the house."

"So, where's the lake?"

"Huh, what lake?"

"Well, I mean, it is called the Lakehouse, after all. So where's the lake?"

Margaret laughed. "Honey, there hasn't been a lake here since the Depression. Ever since they put the dam in Howterville up, the lake has been a dry lake. Sorry kid, just well water now."