Chapter 19

Given a taste (literally) of what Jasmine invited me to be a part of, I should have known to back off and find a better job. Instead I fell back on my past experience and abilities and joined her in something I couldn’t tell anybody else about. It was dehumanizing at best, but I got used to it.

Did you read that last line? I got used to it. All of it, even when it turned evil and tried to consume me. Typing that out forces me to face and condemn myself, but fuck you if you try to do the same.

Just after that first night of high-stakes sex, servicing the lusts of men I had no right to know by name, I used my “tip” for services rendered to take Joy and my mother out for lunch at the zoo. Joy was just big enough to grasp how special each animal was, practicing the names of each while trying to describe them to us in her own words. My mother laughed and I was happy, the events of the previous night left far behind me. I’d be seeing Robbie soon enough, and perhaps I’d never work with Jasmine again. It didn’t matter. That day was special.

Somehow and for some reason the powers that be decided I was worth being sold to randy older men who wanted to cheat on their wives. Jasmine gave me an envelope with almost a thousand in cash and an ultimatum: Jump in, all the way in, or walk away now.

I asked if she regretted her choice. She flicked a cigarette at her sporty BMW and said, “Shit. I’m not treated any better here than with all them white dudes you hate so much. What matters is this: can you handle the pressure? You’re going to get a fuck of a lot more than just an old condom stuck up that pussy of yours. And when you do, will you be able to turn around and smile and ask for more? You think about that and get back to me tomorrow.”

One physical with blood test and a check for birth control (proof of getting my tubes tied) and I was brought in for an interview. Jasmine was there, just a few questions about how I felt about that first party I’d gone to, and then an assignment for another very similar party the following weekend.

There were a thousand rules to follow, but only the basics mattered: look sexy and happy, be available for anything the men might want, and otherwise keep my mouth shut. Only the occasional non-working woman in the groups of men, and they always left early. A few black, a few Asian looking guys, and far too few men under the age of 30.

Too bad for the service personnel, but perhaps it was the older guys who had the money to spend on an afternoon they could then forget ever happened. Over the following three months or so, I found myself being “requested” to attend at least one gathering a week, sometimes two or three. Sometimes large suites in hotels or restaurants or clubs or what I termed “estates.” Very often we girls just hung out and laughed at jokes and were either chosen to accompany one or another man or, as even happened to me, we were thanked and allowed to go home on our own. Just as often it was like my first foray into the seamy life of the rich and debauched, the sex was right there and only barely hidden. Then there were truly excessive forms of deviance I found hard to believe really happened in modern society.

One extreme example happened at, of all places, a pool party. Much the same as the first night, a lot of low-key business gatherings with girls like me available for fun and pleasure. Jasmine told me I’d almost not been invited because there was more demand for tall, lithe, leggy white girls. I’d gotten the nod only because I had nice tits and had positive reviews from the men I’d “serviced” at other gatherings.

Jasmine made sure I bought and brought a proper swimsuit and stuff, though of course the top was quickly dropped. I was even expected to wear heels and makeup by the pool. It was quite a sight to see almost a dozen girls sitting around with their breasts on full display while the men pretended to talk business or politics. Sadly, it seemed that the older the men, the more likely they were to wear a speedo.

I didn’t expect anything different from the other gatherings. Certainly a blow job or two, maybe some sex with full penetration in a back bedroom, and probably only one at a time. It was simple stuff I’d quickly grown inured to.

This pool party wasn’t much different. Then some old guy pulled a couple of us into a back room for some group sex. I think mostly so he could watch. He had the other girl (a cute white kid with bouncy curls, no taller than me and maybe sixteen but not a day older) leaned over the armrest of a small couch, blowing one guy while another took her from behind. All I had to do is blow a couple of others while sitting on another small couch. Simple. Then all hell hit the fan when one guy complained that the first guy pumping into the blonde hadn’t used a condom. No way did this guy wanted to have sex with a cunt already filled to overflowing with some other guy’s cream.

What to do? The older guy smirked and told the blonde to come over and get eaten out by me. Simply told me to lay back on the couch while the girl settled her dripping-wet lips onto my astounded face. I could have taken that, but the old guy then noticed that my pussy was still unused. While the girl fed me a protein-rich lunch and rode my face to a couple of pretend orgasms, all of the men lined up and made use of my available twat. The old guy insisted on no condoms, and the whining guy who wanted a clean pussy to fuck was forced to take me after all of his friends had pumped me full of their cum.

The little white girl didn’t get off much better, having to suck and clean off each of the men after they’d had their turn in me. She didn’t push down too hard on my face, allowing me to breathe through the ordeal, but it was a full hour of debauched sex before we two could make it to a shower.

We were left alone by the other men for the rest of the afternoon, allowing the girl and me to bond. She really was just sixteen, unsure of even what city we were in, just traveling a circuit to wherever her boss told her to go. She was amazed that I was older and had a kid and a life in the outside world. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been free to go to a movie or go shopping. That was a real slap in the face to me. It was obvious that the girl was being trafficked and that I was participating and to a degree supporting the system that would keep her tied to a bed until she was old or sick or dead. I almost quit right there, but it took one more extreme example of evil for me to make that leap.

Jasmine empathized with me over the plight of that little white girl but she also shrugged, saying, “Men are shit. What can we do?” and then advised me to douche and hope that handful of guys didn’t pump anything into me other than a few billion sperm.

“Used to have these weird panic attacks, thinking I could feel all the little guys swimming around in my twat and everywhere else,” Jasmine said, still driving the car but with her eyes on me. “Guys are supposed to wear condoms, but when a man gets turned on all the rules are thrown out the window. Even after a douche and bath and everything, I could feel the damn things trying to merge with every part of me. Took me weeks to get over it. Now I just go home, down a bourbon, and make fun of all the men who think they got a part of me. This job has ruined me for a long term relationship. No way I can take any guy seriously after what I’ve been through. You’ll see, but no loss. A good quality bourbon can get you through anything.”

The final straw for me came after another few standard assignments. Jasmine warned me that it looked to be a crazy weekend junket, requiring girls to stay the night at an estate a few hours out of the city. I made arrangements for Joy and my restaurant work and rode out with Jasmine. A lot of stupid sexist shit, what you might expect of older men trying to live out their sick fantasies, but then one small group of men went too far.

Jasmine had warned me that this was going to be a little more wild than the other gatherings, something she called a bacchanal. I steeled myself for the worst but found the first few hours standard fare. The girls shared rooms but I was told it was unlikely we’d sleep anywhere other than with the men. Food and alcohol were there in abundance but, of course, the girls rarely ate or drank anything unless being accompanied by a man. I wandered the grounds, for some reason looking for that little white girl, until I was stopped by a man I’d seen at one of the other gatherings.

Without any introduction or sense of propriety, he looked at me and pointed and told the man next to him that I was the girl he’d heard about.

“The little Chink. Supposed to love swallowing as much as fucking. You want to give her a try, maybe you down the throat and me at her rear?”

His companion, a tall but beefy guy, looked at me as though he was checking out a piece of meat for his dinner. He nodded, then said, “Yeah. I’ve heard, but I’ve got a better idea. What’s your name?”

“Snow Blossom,” I replied with a fake smile, using what Jasmine referred to as a stage handle.

“Well, my little snow blossom. Why don’t you go over there, to the stables. When you can smell the horses you’re headed in the right direction. We’ll meet you there in about ten.”

I was both confused and worried about what the man’s “better idea” could be, but did as the man directed. I didn’t mind the smell of the horses but before I could go into the stables for a closer view, the men returned with Jasmine in tow. She had an uncharacteristic pensive look on her face and without us exchanging a word, we were led into the stables.

The two men joked with one another while tossing a couple of bales of fresh hay onto the ground. The big guy put a blanket on the hay and turned to Jasmine.

“There you go. A bit rough on bare skin but better than the hay.”

Jasmine put on her best tough-girl act, saying, “You brought me out here for that? Don’t tell me the smell of horses turns you on.”

The man didn’t seem to mind her talking-back. With a serious look on his face he looked down at her and replied, “Oh, this isn’t for us. We did this all for you and the Chinese girl. Thought it would be fun to watch how you two make out with something that has four legs.”

Jasmine’s face showed alarm, looking around at the horses and exclaiming, “Are you crazy? No way I can fit one of these into me. Or this little girl for that matter. A hand job, maybe...”

The men laughed at pointed at another man just entering the entrance to the stable. At his side and on a leash was a large dog. Still unsure of what breed. Not a German Shepherd or Doberman. In looking through pictures of different dogs I think he was a Borzoi. Big, sleek, beautiful, and Jasmine and me both knew at the same time what the men wanted. I most ashamedly backed up a step, praying that it was Jasmine who would be at the mercy of the canine’s sexual demands. Jasmine put on a brave face. Wriggling out of her almost skin-tight shorts, she let the men know they hadn’t gotten to her.

“Damn. You guys want to see a girl get fucked by a dog? Pretty sick. Here I am for you to have fun with and you turn me over to a dog. It might be fun to watch, but ten minutes in and you’ll be wishing you were on me in place of this lucky guy.”

Jasmine didn’t seem perturbed by the men expecting her to have sex with a dog. She threw a look at me that seemed one of exasperation, rolling her eyes and giving an exaggerated scowl. Then back to the men, stroking her naked thighs and telling them it was their last chance before the dog took all of her sweetness away.

I was impressed with the way she played with the men, Jasmine telling me later that she’d gotten to know just how far a girl could go in sassing the major players. Me? I was thankful that it was Jasmine about to be skewered by the dog. The big muscular thing probably weighed a lot more than me, and though I couldn’t immediately see what he had between his hind legs, I remembered all too well my one time having a dog half his size pound into my open legs.

That hadn’t hurt, but the insistent physical violence behind the dog’s rapid and uncaring hammering was a shock. The dog’s fuck was thankfully shorter than the time he took to spend his emissions while I was locked onto him, but having Clare and others standing around and watching me get off on a doggie fuck embarrassed me beyond anything I’d ever done. The dog was fine, the feel of his hard-on throbbing inside of me was a real turn-on, though the knot was a bit uncomfortable. The problem had been lying there while being filmed and others like the crew and Clare watching and commenting on the side. The experience made me never want to face those people again.

Jasmine cooly stripped and leaned over the bale of hay, raising and wagging her ass at the dog.

“Come on, boy. What’s his name? Don’t want to call out the wrong name when I climax and go wild. No need for a condom, right?”

She seemed in a good mood, but the big guy turned things around and told me why I was even there.

“Hold it,” said the man with a warped sense of sex. “You. Girl. Little Snowdrop. Come over here. Why are you still dressed? Down first, on your back, then you Jasmine. Come on my little Asian princess. Head over here, then you on top so Boris can have easy access to your cunt. Poor guy hasn’t had a bitch in some time.”

Jasmine had told me before that if a client ever did something extreme or beyond acceptable limits, I could back off and say no. No was an option, though of course the decision would be reviewed by our still nebulous bosses. Surrounded by horses and facing down a dog much bigger than me, I considered backing off, but then saw Jasmine motion for me to join her on the hay bale. I pushed fear aside, took a deep breath, and dropped the last of my clothing there in front of the men, dog, and watching horses.

I lay down on my back, a rough blanket under me, and Jasmine leaned over, surprising me with a quick suck to my left breast. I felt a man arrange my feet on the bale and Jasmine, with much more experience in client expectations, kissed my open thighs and even dipped her tongue into my slit.

Then a voice from above, one of the men saying, “Come on girls. Dip your tongues into one another. Let’s see some action. I want to make sure you’re both wet and ready for whatever Boris wants to do.”

The guys laughed. It was amazing how turned on guys got seeing girls make it with other girls, the more debauched and lusty the better. To be honest, I wouldn’t have minded a one on one with Jasmine, but only if we were alone and locked away at home with a bottle of wine. It was more than a little embarrassing to be doing this with someone I cared for in front of some asshole guys, but I didn’t have much of a choice.

Jasmine dipped her twat down and I locked my lips around her clit, my hands lightly touching her thighs as my tongue and lips did their best to taste and excite my friend. I enjoyed it, just as much as I enjoyed feeling Jasmine do the same between my legs with her very talented mouth, but for every second of enjoyment I also hated the men making me do it.

Suddenly I saw the hairy front paws of Boris, the dog, climb over Jasmine’s back. His paws had something like socks on them and again the voice gave me directions.

“Okay Snowdrop. Your partners need some help. Use your hands to excite Boris some more. You’ll see more of his dick push out beyond his sheath. Just pretend he’s another guy in need of your special skills.”

I was able to see the ugly underside of the dog, his male parts visible just beyond Jasmine’s dripping wet slit and protruding ass. I reached out and felt the weird hairy parts of the dog, pretending to know what I was doing, and that seemed to be enough. Just a minute on and a long pinkish thing came out with an incredibly ugly dick following. It didn’t seem too thick, at least no fatter than most men I’d seen, but the slimy thing wasn’t anything I’d ever want to wrap my lips around.

“Now fit him in. His boner will grow once he gets going, but Boris needs to know where to go. I’m here next to him. Use your hands to glide him in.”

And so I was responsible for using my fingers to widen Jasmine’s hole while guiding the tip of the dog’s dick into my friend. She gasped when the first few inches pushed into her, but as soon as Boris knew he had made contact, he completely took over. He pushed deeper, arranged his legs, and began an intense thrusting with his haunches. Jasmine let out a grunt, then a dozen different moans and groans in high octaves as the dog took over. All I could do is watch Jasmine from below as Boris began a hard and very demanding fuck.

I couldn’t tell right off that the dog’s boner had changed much, but after a couple of minutes I saw a large bulbous growth at the base of the long slimy truck being pushed into Jasmine. It grew, being forced into Jasmine’s very human pussy with every fast thrust. It was sex at its most raw, the male animal literally taking over the female with a forceful invasion of flesh and fluid. The men’s voices, the feel of Jasmine’s head on my legs, the roughness of the blanket on my back, and of course the sexual fluids dripping onto my face. I was aware, but all of that was just background to the incredible interspecies fuck taking place just inches above my eyes.

That bulbous end of the dog’s dick was known to me, from my one time being mated with a dog, but it was hard to believe Jasmine was able to take the dog’s entire length and breadth in. And then the overt violence slowed and stopped, the dog whining and moving his legs some more, and finally shoving his haunches tight into Jasmine’s ass. She groaned and swore but wasn’t allowed to move, and I could somehow feel the knot of doggie flesh grow and tie the two together as Boris attempted the impossible task of impregnating my friend.

The drips of fluid became thicker and more constant, like a thin stream, but about then I became aware of one of the men taking up my ass and making use of my own feminine assets. I could feel a cock push into me, could feel the fuck, perhaps a little too deep but still not as violent as what I’d seen Jasmine take on just minutes before. Only a few minutes of that before my man reached his limit, his very human cum filling me, the fool obviously not bothering with a condom. Then the feel of Jasmine’s head resting on my knees, the woman still under the effect of being impaled on this larger than life dog. While my face continued to be slimed from the drippings of Jasmine’s filled twat, one of the men wondered out loud how dog cum differed in taste from men.

Laying there under Jasmine and watching the animal pump his fluids into her beautiful flesh I almost got bored. Certainly my back began to feel itchy, even while I enjoyed the feel of her lips on my thighs and tasted the odd mixture of beauty and beast falling on my face and into my mouth.

Then some more talk, a couple of guys standing by me, and finally the dog backing off, Jasmine letting out a few choice curse words as he did so. Meaning I witnessed Boris pull his still substantial knot and boner from where he had been tied to Jasmine. Then came the waterfall, a stream of unexpected liquids, a slimy stream of gunk flowing out of Jasmine and onto my face. I heard one guy tell Jasmine to sit up, and suddenly the river of cum and secretions was being force fed into my mouth.

Up to that point I’d downed a hundred gallons of male jizz in my lifetime, some of it secondhand as I cleaned them off or from another girl’s twat or even straight from myself, but always in small amounts. A few ounces at a time, maybe a cup of cum in a really active day. It was all fine and worth thinking back on with a smile when done with the right people. This thing with the dog pumping his load into Jasmine and then having to swallow their combined doggie cum and Jasmine’s own secretions was like nothing I’d ever gone through.

Jasmine was sitting up, her fat twat pressed into my face, her hands kneading my tits while everything inside of her drained down and into my mouth. My legs were kicking out as I tried to arrange my face within the large valley of flesh between her thighs. One/some guy grabbed my legs, pulled my ass up and pushed in without ever a word to me. He didn’t last very long, his condom-covered dick not doing much more than distracting me from what I was having to swallow. I can’t say how long that all took. When Jasmine finally stood and I was allowed to sit up, my mind was in a daze. Happy just to be able to take a deep breath of fresh air, I was hardly aware of Jasmine handing me my clothes or even of the half-dozen other people who had gathered to watch our performance.

Naked and stumbling into the outside light, Jasmine led me to a nearby restroom where we took our time in cleaning up and putting on our clothes My hair was a mess, clumps of cum and stray bits of straw making me look like some kind of scarecrow. We finally returned to the larger party, pretending the deviance we’d participated in had never happened.

I went on to service a few other men and was fortunate enough to have a single guy to myself over the night. No gang bang or extreme demands for anything other than a fuck and suck and a wild release of DNA into my rectum. After that day’s experience, the night was calm and restful.

A long but simple morning, only having to give a mouth job to a recent arrival, and then Jasmine and I drove back home in the early afternoon. I asked what it was like to have to take on Boris and she was honest, cursing our hosts but then admitting that if she had been alone with the dog and had some say about how and when then the experience might have been pleasurable. I gave a quick description of what I’d done with Clare and company a couple of years before and we held hands.

Then I told Jasmine that I couldn’t take it any longer. I had reached my limit. I wanted out and hoped she, as my intermediary, would let the powers above me know that I wouldn’t do their bidding any more.

“Not going to happen, May. You’ve been lucky. I’ve always been there for you. You do your work, you get your money, everything seems fine. But if you try to say no, they’ll say no, and you really don’t want that. Can’t say just what they’ll do, but you’re something of a honeypot for them. We give up our bodies and make them money. That’s all they care about. No way they’ll let you go. Just drop it. Maybe in a year, maybe five years, but not now.”

I stuck to my decision, and with the next casting call just a week later at some local party, I completely ignored instructions and, without even telling Jasmine, stayed home and put my daughter to bed with a Paddington Bear story. I was happy and knew I was doing the right thing.

Jasmine saw me at work two days later and told me I’d fucked up. A man met me outside of work and Jasmine told me to cooperate. He drove me to a restaurant, ushered me into a back booth where I saw an older woman sipping on a cup of tea and reading a book. It was all kind of surreal, but she kept it simple.

“You’ve been good for us,” she said, “but we’ve been good for you. “Here’s what we owe you for your last assignment. Minus what you could have earned from your last absence. Jasmine has spoken up for you, but you need to understand that we have formed a kind of partnership. You can’t just up and leave, so we’re going to have to teach you a lesson. Tomorrow, Friday night, be at your door at seven. Dress nice but nothing fancy, nothing you wouldn’t want to get dirty. Someone will pick you up and accompany you and finally drop you off after work, maybe about one. You don’t want to ignore this. Ask Jasmine. Take her advice. You can go now.”