I smiled confidently the entire way to the back hall, where the iPads were to create my fantasy for the night. Scrolling through the selections like I was at a buffet for every sexual delight, I tried to imagine Amara in every one, but my mind kept coming back to Carina’s lips sucking on her tight nipple.

Scrolling past the gang bang, student-teacher, questionable consent, masturbation, and every other fantasy I could dream up, I found what I was looking for.

Three French Hens.

Perfect.

5. Amara

Chapter 5

Amara

“You ready?” Sasha asked while adjusting her breasts to make sure they were on perfect display.

“Hell, yeah. How ’bout you, Katrina?” I asked the other woman waiting outside the door with us.

“Fuck, yes. I’ve been wanting to play with your tits for a long time.”

“I guess today is your lucky day.”

“They really are epic,” Sasha gushed.

I dramatically preened under their compliments.

When Daniel hired me, he informed me I would have mostly the same partner throughout my employment. It created a level of comfort and added to the reality of each scene. Beau was my male partner, but when I wanted to do more, he set me up with Sasha, the blonde bombshell at Voyeur.

I’d never performed with Katrina, but we talked all the time when we were there. When Sasha and I discussed the charity event, Katrina offered to join us for our three French Hens. She was the perfect middle to our threesome with her pale skin like Sasha’s and her dark hair like mine. I’d always found her exotic beauty attractive.

I’d been excited about the prospect, but after the small orgasm from Carina, and the offer from Atlas, my blood hummed with the need for more.

Atlas had been right; I needed more than soft pets and sucks. In the end, it only left me more on edge than I’d been when I started. I stood on the precipice, and I felt wild enough to jump.

“Customer is ready,” Andy, the guard outside of our room, announced.

“Let’s go.”

We paraded into the bedroom, ignoring the Voyeur watching from the darkened corner of the room. Customers had the option to watch from a private room through a one-way glass wall or be in the room, mostly hidden from sight.

I loved when they chose to be in the room. I loved knowing they were there to watch me.

“I think we should help the new maid relax,” Sasha started.

“Oh, I love that idea,” Katrina concurred.

“But this is the owner’s bedroom. Shouldn’t we go somewhere else?” I asked, feigning innocence.

“Oh, no, sweet girl,” Sasha coaxed, stroking a hand over my hair. “This is the only room that has toys for us.”

“Toys?” I asked. “What do you do to relax?”