Cat Haus - The Complete Story (6 page)

One big hand kneaded my lower back. "I'm going to make it good for you. You're gonna scream with how good it feels and beg me not to stop."

Doubtful.

He pushed his cock deep inside my ass and held there as he blindly aimed the vibe at my pussy. My body was used to the feel of my favorite toy inside me so it slipped in easily. He pushed it deep. Between man and machine, I was completely filled. He hit the button to turn on the clit tickler and the intensity of the vibrations against my already sensitive nerve endings had my hips bucking in seconds.

It hit me fast and hard. The orgasm that gripped my muscles was possibly the most intense one I'd ever had, bowing my spine, and making me scream like a banshee. He plunged his cock into my ass, fucking me with enthusiasm, but still I kept coming. The climax seemed never ending, as long as the vibrator didn't let up on my clit, and my pussy could grip its shaft while he fucked my ass. It had to be the combination of the three that was so overwhelming. That felt so fucking good.

Still thrusting, he grunted and cursed behind me, though I barely heard it over the sounds coming out of me.

"Fuck. I'm gonna come."

"Yes." I wanted him to because the intensity of the orgasm was almost frightening.

A loud feral growl as he plunged deep and held there told me he was coming while my muscles continued to spasm, milking the release from him.

Leaving his spent cock inside me, and the vibe on, he leaned over my back. He hit the switch from low to high. Gasping, I jolted, pulling my hips away. "No. Too much."

He pressed his mouth close to my ear. "You can handle it."

He didn't ease up. I tipped over a precipice, reaching a new level of pleasure that bordered on pain. I let myself be consumed by it until I felt something break free.

"Holy shit. You're a squirter." The warmth flooded me, cascading over his hand and the vibe, but from the tone of his comment he didn't mind.

My body simply couldn't come any more after that. My muscles were exhausted. I felt weak and shaky. I collapsed face down on the bed and only then did he turn off the vibrator and pull it and his partially hard erection out.

His weight on the bed next to me was enough to make the mattress dip so my body listed toward his from the slope.

He let out a breath. "That was fucking amazing."
 

I laughed, but even that tested the limits of my stomach muscles. "Yeah, it was."

I wasn't even shitting him this time. Yeah, my ass would be sore for a day or two, but that orgasm wasn't like anything I'd experienced. Not in my time here, and definitely not before in my other life—my pre-Cat Haus life.

"Where the fuck did you learn that trick?" And now that I knew it, I'd be using it myself. Though that I'd lived this long in a whorehouse and not known about it was kind of embarrassing.

"A guy as big as I am down there has to get creative sometimes so the ladies will let me do what I want." He shrugged and in spite of his size, managed to look almost vulnerable.

I laughed. "I guess so. What are you doing here when you've got skills like that? I'd think you'd have girls all over you."

"I do. That's the problem." His smile looked sad. I waited for him to go on, because it wasn't my place to ask. Finally he continued, "I'm big."

My gaze dropped to his cock, still impressive even in its current semi-erect state. "I know."

He let out a laugh. "I mean in my profession. It's hard to maintain a steady relationship. I don't have a serious girlfriend right now. If a guy in my position does anything like what I just did to you with a one-night stand, he'll end up reading about it the next day in the paper, before he finds his ass in a courtroom or jail."

"I understand." Maybe the scary, rough guy routine was his way to act out against all those girls he couldn't be with because of who he was. I ran a finger down his chest. I felt the hard bulk of his muscles beneath the T-shirt he'd never gotten around to taking off. "It makes sense that you'd come to places like this instead."

"This is my first time in a place like this."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I never had to. My girl and I had been together for years but we broke up about six months ago. I went without for as long as I could. Finally got tired of my own hand." He shrugged like it didn't matter, but I could see it did.

I felt sorry for him. "You feel free to come do what you did to me anytime."

"Thanks." A crooked smile tipped up one corner of his mouth. "If I go clean up, can we do it again? But normal sex this time."

I nodded. He had negotiated for two hours. "Sure. Bathroom is right over there." I'd have to go clean up a bit myself after he did.

He hoisted his large frame off the bed, rocking me on the mattress in the process. He glanced back at me and shook his head. "I can't believe you squirted. I've always wanted to be with a girl who could do that."

I smiled. "Glad you liked it."

"Damn, I more than liked it. When I get back I'll show you how much." He paused in the bathroom doorway. "Can you take off all that stuff? The corset. The shoes and stockings. I mean it's hot, but I kind of want . . ."

I supplied the words for him, "The girlfriend experience?"

He smiled. "Yeah. I guess you could call it that."

"Sure." From the forced sex fantasy to the girlfriend experience, all in under an hour. This guy was proving to be a surprise all around. But in my profession, you learned to expect the unexpected.

CHAPTER 5

Time marches on. One day turns into two and then three. The days seem to blur together until before you know it weeks have passed.

At the Cat Haus, the passing of time was accompanied by a steadily revolving door of sexual requests. The guy who wants me to spank him. The husband and wife who come here on date night and want me for a threesome. The birthday boy whose friends gift him a hooker. And today, the man who paid for the pleasure of lurking in the dark corner of my room while he watched Sahara and I do each other.

I couldn't see him, but I heard the steady, rhythmic
slap-slap-slap
of his lubed hand working his cock. His presence didn't bother me as I spread Sahara's pussy lips wider with my thumbs so I could latch on to her clit and get some good suction going. I was on the bottom of our sixty-nine since the girl above me weighed like ninety-nine pounds on a good day. She was a little on the boney side for my taste, but she could work a pussy like nobody's business. Considering she was eighteen and had only been at the Cat Haus for a couple of months, her skillset was pretty impressive.

Guess that's the difference, being with a woman instead of a man. We had the same parts. We both knew exactly how it felt to have a hot mouth on that most sensitive of spots. Knew there were many kinds of orgasms and how to achieve them. Some guys understood that, but most didn't.

Anyway, I never objected to the girl-on-girl requests. No, I don't consider myself a lesbian, or even bi-sexual, but this was easy money and hell, it felt good. I couldn't always say that about my encounters with male clients.

Sahara slid two fingers inside me and pressed up, rubbing my G-spot while tugging on my clit with her teeth. I drew in a sharp breath through my nose and I pressed against her mouth. The delicious pressure built. My muscles clamped down around her fingers inside me. I tipped my hips up, seeking more as the tingling of my impending climax intensified. At the same time, I sucked harder while sliding two fingers inside her, mirroring what she did to me.

Our paying voyeur began breathing harder, each exhale accompanied with a small grunt. It wouldn't be long now. Time to wrap this thing up so she and I could get back out to the parlor and make some more income. Sex sells any day, but Saturday was always a busy night around here.

I'd been with Sahara before since Gus liked to pair an experienced girl with the new hires. It was one of the few things he did that made sense. But in any case, we'd worked a girl-on-girl party before so I knew how to get her off fast. I slipped the tip of one finger into the tightly puckered entrance to her ass and felt her react. Her entire body tensed above me. As I expected since this was a dance she and I had performed together before, she pressed one finger into me.

That was all it took. My body reacted to the combined stimulation, tipping me over the edge. I felt my orgasm begin and Sahara followed seconds later. We both came and though our mouths were busy, I made sure our customer heard my muffled cries of pleasure.

One long, loud groan told me he'd gotten what he'd come here for. I rode the orgasm and Sahara's mouth to the very end, enjoying a really good release. But as I came down from my post-climatic high, the practical side of me hoped the client had managed to hit the towel I'd given him. Nothing ruins the euphoria of a good orgasm like crawling on your hands and knees with a roll of paper towels and a bottle of spray cleaner to mop up some guy's puddle of jizz.

Sahara rolled off me, breathing heavy from the workout. I glanced over and saw the guy's eyes wide as he watched us. Feeling generous for the poor guy who was really nothing in the looks department I sat up, leaned over Sahara and pressed my mouth to her lips. She kissed me back, using a good amount of tongue, whether for our visitor's pleasure or for hers I didn’t know and honestly it didn't matter either way to me. It was all part of the job.

I broke away after a few seconds, mainly because I didn't want our limp-dicked visitor to get hard again and think that entitled him to another round. Besides, Sahara and I needed to get dressed and back out to the parlor. Our private little peep show had dragged on for quite a while since we'd taken the time to undress each other in a kind of erotic dual striptease for him.

Gotta give the customer his money's worth, but he'd gotten it and now it was time for him to go.

He was technically Sahara's client. She'd pulled me in when he'd expressed an interest in a girl-on-girl party. In my mind, that meant I was free to say thank you for a great time and be done with it. But dummy me had offered up my room for the action so I guess I was stuck playing hostess until he got his pants back on and I could open the door as a hint it was time to leave.

I swung my feet to the floor and said in my sleepy sex-kitten voice, "Mmm, that was fun. Thank you, Sahara." I turned to the corner and gasped, covering my mouth with the fingers of one hand like a good girl who'd gotten caught doing something very bad. Guys ate up that act. "Oh, I'd forgotten you were here. And you watched us the entire time?"

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Sahara smile at my playacting.

"I sure did." He grinned wide while zipping up his pants, which gave me hope he was on his way out. But his foot shuffling while Sahara and I retrieved our lingerie off the floor forewarned me that our guest had something on his mind. Finally, he asked, "So, uh, you two—you do this kinda thing when you're alone? You know—off duty."

Off duty
, like we were cops or something. I smothered a laugh while Sahara stepped closer and trailed a single fingertip down my arm. "Every chance we get."

Visibly affected by her answer, he drew in a breath and let it out slow and loud.

Oh, yeah. He'd gotten his money's worth. The visions of me and Sahara going at each other the moment the door swung shut behind him would keep this guy supplied with masturbatory fantasies for a long time to come.

After that, we got dressed and led him out the door and down the long hallway to the parlor, where we thanked him again and I eyed the current prospects who had arrived while I'd been otherwise engaged. Every guy in the parlor and at the bar had a girl or two hanging on him, but motion in the vicinity of the front entrance caught my attention.

Gus was ushering a group of men through the front door, but he didn't bring them toward the parlor as I'd expected him to. Instead, he gestured toward the hall leading to his private rooms. I'd been in his bedroom often enough, but he also had a sitting room and kitchenette there. The girly-girl in me hoped he'd cleaned up before inviting these guys in there, but that thought was cut short when I recognized the last of the three men to disappear down the hall.

It was my john from weeks ago—John.

Three men here at the Cat Haus in Gus's private area and one of them the man Gus had lost so much money to he'd had to barter a night with me to repay it. I started to worry. Now that I thought about it, Gus had been in a fouler than usual mood lately. In fact, even though our deal that gave me two weeks free of visits to his bed had expired, he hadn't requested me or any of the other girls visit him lately.

The more I thought, the more pieces of the puzzle fell into place. He'd gone missing a lot recently, for hours at a time. Tito, the guy who did some work around the place and acted as security had been here when Gus was gone so I hadn't worried about it then. I was starting to wonder about it now though.

What was Gus in to?

I didn't have long to wonder as Gus ran into the parlor just a minute later. Actually, run might be an exaggeration. It was more like a really fast walk, but brisk enough to have Gus red-faced and breathless. "Cate."

Of course he'd chosen me. I was his go-to girl for freebies and settling gambling debts, apparently.

I was strongly starting to suspect the three men I'd seen, plus Gus, were the makings of a high stakes poker game and that, worse, Gus was hoping to use me as his buy in. If he hadn't already lost me to not one, but three guys this time. What the fuck?