Chapter 8: The Take-Down Continues

I got to Annalise’s as quickly as I could, and parked up. The same man on my last visit let me in again. Such a surly individual he is. I was directed to the reception room I remembered from before. She was there, standing beside an armchair talking to another woman sitting opposite on the settee. I didn’t recognise this woman of about fifty, maybe. Very smartly dressed in a skirt suit, shoulder-length auburn hair and lipstick colour to match the hair. I couldn’t not notice that. “Come in Victoria. Take a seat” Annalise said, gesturing towards the space on the settee beside this woman. When she spoke I felt a sense of purpose. Just sitting where she’d told me to, made me feel as though I was pleasing her. She was wearing a lightweight white gown and slippers. Very casual indeed, but I was just pleased to be able to be in her company again. As I sat down the woman said “Good evening, Victoria. It’s nice to see you again,” which surprised me as I’d never seen her before. I was even more confused when Annalise said to the woman “I did tell you that she would not remember.”

“Of course you did. My mistake” the woman responded as she put her hand on my upper thigh and gently squeezed. I looked straight at her and she returned my look with a smile. I felt uneasy by it, and pleased when she removed her hand. Annalise then identified the woman as Clara, an associate of hers, and questioned me on my efforts at Ron’s residence earlier, when I was able to share my success with her. She seemed very pleased with me, as did Clara. It was then explained to me that the matter with Ron would take time, maybe many weeks, and that I would need to continue servicing his requirements whilst reporting back to the Doctor anything of value. I did say that I’d hoped that I could end the relationship with Ron, but was told I could not. There was a few minutes of small talk I suppose when to my surprise into the room walked Yasmin. Annalise directed her to sit in the armchair she was standing beside, and I didn’t say anything to her, but smiled as our eyes met. She smiled back, which pleased me. Yasmin then explained what had happened with her and Moustafa alone after I had left, which was no more than a brief discussion on an arrangement being agreed with a judge in a trial involving an associate of theirs. Captured through the device I had placed nearby I was told, so all good there then. I’d begun to wonder why I had been told to be there when Annalise said “You’ll be staying the night Victoria, sharing a bed with Clara here and Yasmin.” I wanted to object. What would Kevin be thinking right now, wondering too where I was, I thought, but I simply said “Ok.”

“I think I’ll have a bath first” Clara then said, and stood up. “Join Clara, Yasmin” Annalise said, and Yasmin rose from the chair to follow her out. Annalise then sat where Yasmin had, and waited before the other two had left the room.

“You’ve done so well, Victoria. We’re very pleased with you” Annalise said. I said “Thank you,” but had the overwhelming urge to ask now, “When will this all end. It all feels so wrong. I don’t want to see Ron again. Please can I just...” I started to say, and Annalise opened her legs. I stared. I then waited as she undid the belt on her gown and spread her legs further. “Yes, Victoria. What is it?”

“Can I? Can I please?”

“Can you please what?” She asked. And I wanted to be over there, right then. I wanted to taste it. I wanted to feel the warmth of her cum on my face, and down my throat again. I remembered wanting it so much before, and how I felt when I got it. Tasted it. She didn’t say anything to encourage me, but I went down on my knees anyway, and started to crawl towards her, staring at it as I moved towards it. I was about four or five feet away from it and she closed her legs. I stopped. Still on my hands and knees I looked up at her. “You’ll do as you are told, won’t you, Victoria?” She asked. Actually, she wasn’t asking, she was telling me.

“Yes. Yes I will Annalise” I said. “Now tonight, you are going to please a very good friend of mine upstairs. Clara. You and Yasmin will make her feel very special. Is that understood?”

“Yes. I understand” I said, hoping that maybe she would let me, now I’d said I understood, let me just taste it maybe. But she didn’t. “Up you go now and please Clara for me” she said instead, and I stood up. When I got to the door I turned to see if there was any chance she’d changed her mind. But she hadn’t. “You’ll know what she wants without being asked. She’s enjoyed you before, even though you won’t remember. Do it for her again now” she said.

When I entered the bedroom, both Clara and Yasmin were lying on the bed, naked. A very quick bath then, it must have been, I thought. Yasmin was lying alongside Clara in such a way so as to be able to take her left nipple in her mouth. Her left hand was between Clara’s legs and obviously rubbing the clit. Clara’s eyes were both closed and there was a gentle moaning I could hear. I quickly undressed and climbed in to lay beside her. Her eyes remained closed. I leaned towards her right breast and took the nipple there in my mouth. She sighed a little, and softly said “That’s nice.” After a couple of minutes Yasmin moved down to put her head between Clara’s legs and work with her tongue instead of finger now. I moved up to sit on her face whilst facing the wall behind the bed. Somehow I knew she liked this. A hand moved round to pull my arse cheeks apart and push a finger in the hole there. It went in deep, and started to move freely in and out. She licked my clit and finger-fucked my arse four about three or four minutes. When I climbed off I went down to touch her lips with mine, and pushed my tongue into her mouth to probe hers, and it responded. Our mouths parted and she then put a finger to my lips, and I could tell it was the one that had been in my arse. I took it in my mouth and began to suck. Yasmin was still down there, working away with her tongue. Clara then moved to get up. She took a position on all fours facing the headboard, and I slid underneath her so as to be able to carry on where Yasmin had left off. As Clara lowered herself onto my face I also felt her tongue touch my clit. I sucked hers into my mouth and continued sucking as my own arousal was intensifying. Yasmin had placed herself behind Clara in such a way that I could now see underneath her chin as she pulled Clara’s cheeks apart and moved in with her tongue. “Good girl” Clara said as she pulled briefly away from me, then went back. She started fingering me as she licked, and I could hear Yasmin’s tongue working away up at the hole between those cheeks. Then I came. My scream was muffled with my mouth still covering Clara’s clit, pressed against it, but scream I did. Clara knew what she was doing, and I presumed did it often. Then I felt a steam of liquid entering my mouth. It filled quickly, and although I was able to swallow some, there was too much too soon and it started overflowing out, down my cheeks and chin, and a little up my nose. I knew within a few seconds that Clara was not coming, it didn’t taste like cum, she was pissing. I swallowed as quickly as I could to avoid gagging or choking, and then it stopped. She then sat up. Sitting back on my face, she was covering it. I couldn’t breathe. I started panicking after a few seconds, then relief as she climbed off me, and then off the bed. She didn’t say anything as she made her way through the ensuite door, then closed it. I looked at Yasmin. She remained straight faced. Maybe a couple of minutes passed and through the ensuite door, we both heard “Yasmin. Here,” and Yasmin made her way to the door, opened it, walked in and then closed it. I sat up on the bed, uncertain of what was going to happen next. A minute or so more must have passed and I heard Clara again; “That’s it. Nice and clean. Make it nice and clean for me.” Another minute or two and out came Yasmin. She moved over to the bed as Clara came out of the ensuite now as well. Moving towards the bed she said “Kiss.” Yasmin leant towards me offering her mouth. Our lips touched. I let her tongue enter, being only slightly mindful of where it had likely been just a couple of minutes ago. We kissed for about twenty seconds, and then our mouths parted. “Sleep now girls” said Clara as she lifted then slid under the covers. The bed was large enough to accommodate all three of us. Clara ensured we were either side of her as our heads met the pillows. As I drifted off there was an image entering my mind. A memory, maybe. But it was a new one. I was on my knees, mouth open, and level with the top of a woman’s legs. They were parted and hands were pulling at the lips. Then a stream of piss firing at my face, entering my mouth. I was swallowing. I looked up. It was Clara, smiling down at me. She was saying something now, but I couldn’t hear. In my dream I couldn’t hear. I couldn’t remember either then what it had been. I remembered her now. Yes, I remembered Clara using me like so many others had, for how long they had now I couldn’t remember. When she had used me, I’d forgotten when that was too, but she had used me. As sleep was reaching me, I knew she had.