Chapter 4: A Night at the Fair

The next evening we resume our fairground scene. It’s the first time we’ve extended an existing scene, so we are eager to see what happens. This will be different from starting a new iteration, which simply restarts the scenario from the beginning. I for one felt cheated when our scene timed out last time. Bess and I were left in sexual limbo having been denied fulfilment of our burning desire. The familiar lights and sounds marking the transition between reality and fantasy fade as we resume where we left off.

Bess’s tongue works wonders. I couldn’t prevent a powerful orgasm overtaking me even if I wanted to resist. My hands slip under Bess’s leather miniskirt, and seconds later I’m caressing her clit. She renews her efforts to bring me to another orgasm. We’re both well down the track of surrendering to our arousal. Unfortunately Gregor chooses that moment to enter the tent.

“You can frig each other to your heart’s content in your own time,” growls Gregor. “Now get out there and find some new paying customers.”

We both straighten our clothing and start our next circuit of the fair. The evening is turning towards night, so more of the crowd will be adults looking for a good time. The sort of good time Bess and I can provide. As we walk towards the main fair, my attention is drawn to a couple in the shadows of the tents. One of them is standing, while the other is kneeling in front of the other. It takes me a few seconds before I recognise the couple; it’s Rob and Michelle. It looks as though Rob is getting a blow job.

I part company with Bess and we each do our own circuit of the fair. As before, I soon acquire admirers, a few of whom follow me at a discreet distance. One man stops me and asks if I want a good time. I give him Gregor’s card and tell him how to find his tent. The law prohibits me from openly offering sex for payment, so I must hope that the man understands what is involved.

A few minutes later I meet up with Bess and we return to Gregor’s tent. Those simply wanting free eye candy drift away, but three men follow us all the way to the tent. I notice Rob and Michelle are still entertaining themselves in the shadows. I don’t have time for more than a quick glance so I’m not certain who is doing what to whom.

When Bess and I arrive at the tent, I find that the man whom I met earlier is waiting. Bess and I go into the tent while Gregor haggles with the four men. Gregor is an expert in negotiating a deal and he can quickly tell how much a client is willing to pay to satisfy his lust. Deals with all four men are struck, although it means two of them will need to return later. No group sex this time around.

Gregor comes to give Bess and I our instructions so that we know what our clients require. In my case I need to change clothes. The man who has paid for me wants to fuck a nurse. Fortunately Gregor has a wide selection of costumes and it only takes me a minute to change. Bess has a client who has paid to spank her like a naughty girl before fucking her.

I meet my client in an adjacent tent. It’s the same man who stopped me earlier. He’s paid for half an hour, so we have time for some foreplay. I don’t normally enter into conversations with clients as I’ve no interest in learning anything about them. We both know he is here to use my body as a plaything to satisfy his sexual perversion. That I like satisfying even the most crude perversions has nothing to do with the matter. It makes no difference to me whether the client has paid to fuck me in any or all of my three holes, spank me, whip me, tie me up, gag me, piss on me, or any of the more disgusting perversions. I am just as happy doing the same to a client instead if that’s what they’ve paid for. I’ve had clients who think I’m being forced into this line of work ... some sort of sex slave. They want to ‘rescue’ me and they don’t believe me when I say that not only have I chosen to work for Gregor, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. The pay is poor but the sex is wonderful, and I live for sex.

“So, is this your idea of a good time?” I ask the man, echoing his earlier invitation. “Would you like me to take your temperature? Isn’t that what nurses do? What do you want me to call you?”

“John. I think my temperature is fine,” replies ‘John’. “I seem to be having a problem inside my trousers. Can you help me?”

We both know this is just a game. His large erection is hardly an ailment, but I play my part and give it a full ‘medical’ examination. When I judge him to be ready, I lift my white vinyl minidress and let ‘John’ solve his problem by fucking me. He’s really aroused and despite my efforts to make the moment last, he’s soon ready to shoot his cum. Although I’ve no objection to him coming inside me, he withdraws at the last moment and sprays his load over the front of my costume with a satisfied sigh.

We still have a few minutes left of his allotted time, so I kneel down to suck his cock clean. He stops me from doing so by placing his hands on my shoulders. ‘John’ puts his wet cock back into his pants and zips up his fly.

“I want to savour your juices on my cock for as long as possible,” he says by way of an explanation for his actions.

‘John’ has the decency to help clean his cum off my costume before returning to the fair. He’s hardly left the tent when Gregor comes in to give me my instructions for my next client. What the new client wants is going to need to wait until we buy the full version of PAIGE. We’ve reached the one hour time limit for a scenario in the trial version and a familiar tone and swirling lights returns me to reality.

I climb out of my couch and look over towards Rob. He clearly needs to go to the bathroom. Whatever he was doing with Michelle has caused him to come in his diaper. I feel a brief moment of jealousy as I know that the template for Michelle is my step-sister Mikaela. Unsurprisingly, ‘John’ was a close likeness to Rob’s cousin Lloyd.

Just as has happened after our previous games in PAIGE, Rob and I are in the mood for real-life sex as a dessert. PAIGE is definitely influencing our lives. We’ve had sex more times in the short period we’ve had PAIGE than in the preceding three months. And it isn’t just the number of times we have sex, but our bed-sport is far more adventurous and we are constantly pushing our boundaries. Tonight is no different and it’s the early hours of the morning before we both fall into a contented sleep.