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OTEC_WorkingWomen
OTEC the novel		http://literatemachine.com/node/142
OTEC COPYRIGHT (C) 2007 DAWootan, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED by DAWootan

When Kathy left for the Davis Strait, Kay spent about one week
in their house before she decided to sell it. The nest was cold
and empty it had served its purpose. As she went through all their
possessions she found very few that mattered,
worn-out furniture, cracked dishes, a worn-out lawnmower,
a bunch of old clothes she did not like.
After selling the house Kay moved into a small efficiency apartment.
She kept her old used car, spending her money on things that brought her 
happiness.
Kay began buying clothes at Kathy's designer boutique.
She would eat lunch at least once a week, in the garden restaurant.
Kay felt good, she looked good, men began looking at her again, she 
enjoyed the feeling.

One day on impulse, Kay went through the side door into the piano bar.
The Bartender smiled at her with genuine welcome motioning her to 
Kathy's table.
He brought her a glass of soda water.
"My usual?" she asked.
"Yes"
"So I just sit here, and some handsome gentleman comes over and joins me?"
"As soon as I send one over, Yes."
"You are my pimp?"
A slight pause.
"Yes"
Kay thought about this for a moment,
"OK" she said nodding her head.

Kay sat there, with a pink flush, lubricating, amazed at the impossible 
thing she had just agreed to.
My sixteen year old daughter had a pimp. She thought.

A few minutes later a kindly looking gentleman, sat at Kay's table,
he smiled at her, embarrassed, unsure of what to say.
He was obviously a family man, unsure of himself.
He believed Kay was a prostitute.
With courage she did not know she possessed, Kay
decided to go along with the man's fantasy.
Most women wonder, at least once in their life, what it would feel like 
to do this.

"Do want small talk, or a walk up to your room?"
The man smiled hugely. He stood offering Kay his arm.
She put her hand inside his forearm, they strolled through
the piano bar, smiling nodding at the Bartender and House Dick.
They walked slowly through the lobby smiling, nodding to the concierge.
Kay savored the shocked look on his face.
They made love for several hours in his room, they never
said a word to each other. They never exchanged names.
The man gave her $100 bill.
"Tell your wife you love her." She whispered, bending over kissing him 
goodbye.

The next evening, Kay returned to the piano bar, the Bartender
set a glass of soda water down, along with a reserved sign for her table.
Smiling at her, walking away without saying a word.

House Dick came over stilling at her table, smiling at her knowingly.
"You are one of my regulars?" she asked.
"Yes, every Thursday, at this time."
"The fellow last night offered me his arm, leading me to his room."
House Dick stood, holding out his arm for her.
They went through the double doors, into the main lobby but turned left 
immediately,
they went down a red carpeted circular marble stairway with brass banister.
House Dick turned out to be a man of passion, he had
great personal energy he was able to focus on the lovemaking,
he slowly brought Kay to a shuddering climax, she did not know she was 
capable of.
Sex in ladies clubs is not like this. No wonder church ladies hate 
prostitutes,
they are jealous. She thought.

Kay was lying on her back propped up on pillows enjoying
her new found life as a sexy woman. The slow movement
of the door leading to the adjoining hotel room caught her eye,
as it swung open very slowly.
House Dick reached over taking her hand, reassuring her,
as four men walk slowly into their room
The men lined up at the foot of the bed, smiling at her expectantly.

"You did this every Thursday with my teenage daughter?"
"Yes"
"Surely not all of you at once?!"
As an answer to her question the men began undressing,
as House Dick pulled the covers off, leaving her
naked exposed, her vagina leaking semen onto the sheets.

A small part of her mind, was honest enough to admit she was competing 
with her daughter.
Kay began quivering, filled with lust, terror, amazed at what she was doing.
She was not a slut, she had never done such a thing before, never 
dreamed of doing such a thing.
She was not capable of doing such a thing.
She was lying there, not protesting, as her daughter's lovers got naked 
preparing to gang fuck her.
She knew she should scream and kick, leap from the bed, run naked from 
the room, clutching a sheet.
Her father had been a Methodist minister, he had not raised his daughter 
to lay there, allowing a room full of men to take turns fucking her.
There was absolutely no doubt what was about to happen to her.
Her thighs were clamped together, her conscious mind unable to deal with 
the reality of the situation.
She lay there trembling, leaking semen onto the bed sheets.

House Dick rolled over taking her in his arms.
He began kissing her with great passion.
She climaxed as he did so, squeezing more of his semen onto the sheet.
Kay put her arms around House Dick, kissing him passionately, her mind 
avoiding what was
happening at the foot of the bed.
House Dick felt her quiver as one of his men grasped her right ankle.
She twitched as a second man grasp her left ankle.
She inhaled abruptly as they pulled her legs wide apart, she felt cold 
air on her damp vagina.
The men held her like that, staring at her freshly fucked cunt, watching 
her blushed scarlet with humiliation.
She was cold, afraid, trembling. Her quivering was mashing semen out of 
her, to the delight of her audience.
House Dick was staring deeply into her eyes, as she looked back, 
horrified, realizing what was happening to her.
She shuddered, a look of shocked disbelief, as the first man penetrated 
her, his balls slapping against her cunt lips.
There was no foreplay, her vagina was ready even if she was not.
He continued kissing her, staring into her unbelieving eyes as his men 
took her one after the other.
It was gang rape, pure and simple, every woman has this fantasy, buried 
in there somewhere.
As men finished with her, they would dress leaving the room.
Other men would arrive replacing them, there were always
at least two men holding her legs wide apart, watching a good buddy fuck 
her.
Watching, as one by one they filled her vagina in with their spunk.
I am fucking the men who fucked my daughter! she realized, in horrified 
amazement.
Always before she made men stop as she became super sensitive with orgasm.
These men did not stop, they laughed at her, fucking her, as she 
struggled, trying desperately to close her legs,
trying to protect her hypersensitive vagina, as it spammed in orgasm.
She bucked like a bronco, as they held her.
They fucked her continuously for over two hours, as she struggled, 
trying to close her legs,
quivering in continuous orgasm.
When they last man finished, House Dick plunged back in.
Kay moaned rocking her hips matching him thrust for thrust.
He bent to kiss her.
"I am a total slut." she whispered.
"It runs in the family." he said as his mouth covered hers.
She arched her back moaning, climaxing, her pussy muscles mashing semen 
out of his dick.

Kay was filled with wonder, her sweet shy daughter
had done this regularly.
She would fuck a room full of men, then come home
leaking semen into her panties, and begin doing her homework!
Kay had no sex live, her sweet underage daughter,
had the sex life of ten women.

I can not ask them if my daughter is a better fuck because I fear they 
will say yes.
"How many?" She asked instead, horrified to realize her mouth had asked 
the question.
"Well, there are eight men in the guard force, but they seem to
like you real well, so I think it was about fourteen."
"No sixteen" he said remembering his own contributions.
Kathy was silent as she pondered this, she had had two lovers
before her husband, and the guy last night made four.
In an entire lifetime she had had four lovers, in the last two hours
she had done over a dozen.
"What's this?"
"Well you hold the bath towel between your legs so you don't
ruin the carpet."
There was a water glass and the small bottle of Bailey's,
on the side table, obviously, was part of the Thursday ritual.
"My daughter would drink a glass of this, after having sex with a dozen 
guys?"
House Dick hesitated a fraction of a second before answering.
"Yes."
The small bottle of Irish cream was only about one quarter of the water 
glass.
Kay, tossed it off in one go, like a shot of whiskey.
House Dick was watching her intently, giving her
the strangest smile as she did this.

"So who changes the sheets after your little orgy?"
It was a casual question, that was to change the course of her life.
"The director of housekeeping is a nice lady, she covers for us."
"And what do you do for her?"
House Dick looked surprised, and slightly embarrassed.
"Typical bunch of men, a nice lady covers for you, and you
take her for granted."
"I wouldn't know what to buy her that is appropriate."
"Well I do, between now and next Thursday find out
her measurements"
"Measurements?"
"Yes women have measurements, breast cup size, dress size,
your task is to bring me all these numbers by next Thursday."
"You plan to join us again next Thursday?"
"I am considering it."
Kay had never let a man watch her urinate before,
she raised her eyes catching House Dick staring at her vagina,
which was blowing bubbles, as copious amounts
of semen was draining out, mixing with the yellow
stream of her urine.
He blushed slightly but did not look away.
She smiled at him, no sense acting like a Victorian lady,
after he watched her fuck a dozen men.
She spread her knees wider joining his gaze, looking at her
obscenely abused womanhood, as her pussy muscles
forced semen out of her in a small stream.
She raised her eyes savoring his expression.
"One for the road?" She asked, standing abruptly.
He penetrated her as she was squatting above the toilet.
She continued leaking semen into the toilet
as he began fucking her vigorously.
Seventeen Kay thought, arching her back thrusting against him.
Like most women Kay did not count medical necessities.

Kay got a note from one of the doctor she got along well with,
written on regular prescription notepaper.
Due to medical reasons, Kay could no longer work, evenings.
She became a regular at the piano bar.

Using the measurements supplied to her, Kay bought
an elegant blouse at Kathy's boutique.
Two days later Kay recognized the blouse, it was being worn
by a tall incredibly beautiful black lady.
The woman made a beeline for Kay's table sitting down.

"You look like her twin sister." She said
"You are not the first to make that observation."
"Do you have a nymphomaniac daughter also?"
The beautiful woman laughed easily.
"No I don't, although having a daughter as elegant as Kathy is every 
woman's fantasy."
She gave Kay a shrewd look.
"It never occurred to me until just now, she might be a hard act to follow."
"You are very perceptive." Kay allowed
"Samantha" she said shaking Kay's hand.

Their conversation was interrupted as House Dick
sat down at their table.
"It's Thursday." Samantha observed.
"Does everyone in the hotel know?" Kay asked.
"Probably" House Dick observed in a low voice,
as he smiled at Kay, who realized she was keeping a room
full of men waiting.

Kay was never quite sure what prompted her to say it.
It was one of those life-changing moments, that happen to everyone
once or twice in a lifetime.
"Would you like to join us Samantha?"

Pre-Lazarus such a thing would have been impossible.
Four years post Lazarus it was still a daring offer.

House Dick, and Samantha looked thoughtful, for an instant
before they began a slow smile.
House Dick reached over picking up Samantha's hand
kissing her knuckles in European fashion.
She hesitated looking at Kay carefully,
who was smiling at her.
The offer was genuine.
"Yes, yes I would like that very much."
House Dick stood holding his arm for her.
Kay came around the table, taking his other arm.

The Bartender smiled at the three of them as they strolled toward the 
French doors separating the
piano bar from the hotel lobby.

Six of the eight guards were waiting for them, House Dick had two others 
making the rounds,
attempting to hide the fact that most of the guard force was AOL.
The six men looked at each other with neutral expressions, not quite 
sure whether to believe their good fortune.

Kay, intensely aware of the men watching her, slid the zipper on her 
navy blue slacks down sliding out of them without saying a word.
She was aware every eye in the room was staring at her in wonder.
Kathy's boutique had sold her a red garter belt with black fishnet 
stockings.
She was not wearing underwear, she was naked from the waist down, 
letting a room full of men admire her womanhood.
Samantha's mouth was hanging open.

Realizing Samantha was frozen, fearing she would bolt, Kay stepped forward.
"Here let me help you" she said kindly, undoing the top button on 
Samantha's elegant blouse.
Samantha hesitated momentarily then began following Kay's lead.
With trembling fingers she reached for Kay's top button.
The two women cooperated, smiling as they undressed each other, hyper 
aware of the incredible sexual tension they were creating.

Each took a top corner, they pulled the top sheet and
bedspread off the bed in a smooth rolling motion.
They moved the pillows into two piles, resting
their backs against them. As the men watched intently
they began slowly spreading their long legs,
smiling at room full of erections , they had created.

Samantha gasped reaching over grabbing Kay's hand
painfully as a man with a huge erection thrust himself
into her balls deep.
There was no foreplay, this was semi consensual gang rape.
Samantha trembled as her vaginal tissue was abruptly forced
to accommodate the intruder, her womb bounced upward
as the huge penis thrust beneath it. She felt Kay trembling
as she was violated simultaneously.
Terror was part of the experience, neither woman
had been raped before, it was frightening almost painful.
If a single man did this it would be inexcusable.
By the second man they had enough semen in them
for sufficient lubrication, their tissues swelled,
they became increadably aroused.
By the fourth man they had both climaxed.
Samantha had never had multiple partners outside of a Ladies Club.
She had certainly never had public sex like this, holding her
friends hand as they both offered themselves.
They smiled at each other, there were pulling a train together.
Kay was an old hand at pulling the train, she had been doing it
for three weeks.

Each found she enjoyed watching the other being fucked.

The two beautiful women held hands, orgasming every few minutes,
as a room full of horny men took turns fucking them
continuously until two o'clock in the morning.
At one point it looked like they had fucked the guard force
to a stop.
House Dick knelt between the two beautiful women
slowly fisting them to simultaneous orgasm, as a
semi circle of men watched.
The two women watched as the circle of men became erect.
They smiled as the men moved toward them, their eyes
filled with lust.

The following afternoon found both women at their table
in the piano bar by five past five.

The Bartender pimped them to a group of visiting Canadian
businessmen, who had three adjoining rooms on the forth floor.

Benefiting from their experience of the previous night
they insisted the businessmen, slowly undress them,
suck on their breasts, kissing them passionately
before taking them to bed.
There were lubricating to their knees climaxing
as the first of many men penetrated them.
As Kay and Samantha began satisfying the three rooms full
of Canadians, men would get dressed, visiting the piano bar,
where, like schoolboys, they would brag about what was going on upstairs.
They would lead new found friends to their room, to join the ongoing 
gang bang.

The new friends would entered a room where a
king sized bed was surrounded by a circle of naked
men, stroking themselves while hollering encouragement
to their wildly copulating comrades.
The newcomers would take off their clothes, taking their place
in the circle.
Every three or four minutes the two women would look up to see
a fresh eager face looking at them with lust and eagerness.
The new pecker would immediately began plunging with boyish enthusiasm.
They would feel hot semen as it squirted into them.
The dick would withdraw rapidly, moments later a fresh face,
would be smiling down at them, as the enthusiastic thrusting began again.
Kay and Samantha held hands watching each other
as they were fucked by seventy to eighty men.
A third of a quart of semen, was pumped into each of them.
Two wet spots began forming on the sheet beneath
there loins, each hour the spots grew in size.
By midnight the two spots had merged into
a single wet spot, four feet in diameter.
Their pubic hair was slick, totally covered with semen.
Men had come in their hair, their mouths, on their breasts,
filled their belly buttons repeatedly.

They climaxed several hundred times.
As the night wore on, each was able to watch
the other, do two men simultaneously.
One man kneeling over her face receiving a blow job, while
his companion ravished her vagina.
Once in response to a salesman's suggestion they
both did four men together.
Ten people were on the King sized bed simultaneously.
Two men receiving blow jobs, four men receiving hand jobs,
two men thrusting away.
Underneath the pile of horny men, two amazed women,
astonished at the ongoing pornographic scene they were caught up in.
They had naively surrendered themselves to obscenity beyond their 
experience or understanding.
They could not stop.
Each saw the horrible understanding on the others face.
They would allow men to do anything they wanted to their bodies as long 
as the pleasure continued.
All women enjoy being reassured they are sexy.
This level of reassurance was addictive!
They climaxed together, staring at the look of horrified realization on 
their partners face.
They did not care that their friend knew she was a slut!
They realized they were sluts.

The bed quivered beneath them.

At one point during the evening Kay was being ravaged
by an especially large penis, she laid-back smiling
at the ceiling, enjoying her vaginal stretching,
thinking of her first sexual experience:

A once-in-a-lifetime family emergency had left her
in the care of an uncle, they spent the day together
at a Lake cabin. The day had been entirely devoted
to fucking, talking about sex, sticking various objects
in to Kay's vagina.

To lose her virginity in a willing act of incest,
nearly destroyed Kay.
She lived in a small town.
Her father was the Methodist minister.
She had not only fucked her father's brother,
she had taken her time about it, savoring every moment.

When her favorite uncle died in a car crash, she felt
God had punished him for his incestuous conduct.

Sex with her boyfriend was doomed from the start,
Kay was unable to let herself go as she had done with her uncle.
Her young lover was a premature ejaculator, his limp dick
fell from her vagina. They broke up shortly afterwords.

Kay wanted to be a medical doctor, her father would not hear of it.
He sent her off to school to become a registered nurse.

At school Kay met a hunk.
He looked remarkably like her dead uncle.
He possessed similar amounts of sexual vigor.
Her got her pregnant.
They got married, Kay with huge belly, eight months pregnant,
saying " I do"
Twenty eight days later Kay gave birth to Kathy.

Kay worked as a registered nurse supporting the family,
her alcoholic husband worked a series of odd jobs.

One day Kay was driving the family station wagon to buy groceries,
realizing she had left her purse at home, she looped the block,
arriving back at home minutes after she left.
A mothers intuition told her something was wrong.
She took the key from beneath the welcome mat letting herself in 
silently through the front door.
They were in the bedroom, he had taken the clothes off of his 
eight-year-old daughter's body, he was fondling her.

Kay sprinted to the kitchen grabbing the largest butcher knife
in their collection. Kay worked as an ER nurse, she knew
all about collapsed lungs and arterial bleeding.
He was dead meat, no power on earth could save him.

Kay burst into the bedroom, an avenging angel, butcher knife held high.

"No!"
"No,! Not in front of Kathy!" He screamed.

The dumb fuck had instinctively picked the five magic words that could 
save his life.

Kay did not lower her knife.
"Spend tonight at a motel."
"Tomorrow while Kathy is in school, come collect your things."
"If I ever see you again, I will have you arrested."
"Leave your credit cards."

Kay felt the only way she could protect her daughter
from her terrible choice in men, was to avoid
men all together.
She did not have sex again until years later
when a kindly bartender, send a businessman
over to sit at her table.
( Like most women Kay did not count medical necessities. )

Kay realized she was laying on her back in a king size bed being fucked 
vigorously.
"Do you come here often?" She asked.
He began squirting hot semen into her.
"Apparently so" she muttered answering her own question.

	 _____

The following Saturday the Bartender outdid himself.
Every businessman in the thousand room hotel
had heard of the two women, wanting a piece of them.
Of the many groups visiting the hotel that day the largest was the 
insurance actuaries.
The Bartender arranged for them to host the event, as they had eight 
rooms that interconnected.
They started to party at six in the evening Saturday night, calling a 
halt at midnight on Sunday, 30 hours later.

No one kept track, but Samantha had access to the hotel
reservation computers, there were over 700 businessmen
registered at the time. She figured four to six hundred had
visited the actuaries rooms had some point.
Kay and Samantha had each been fucked over three hundred times.
They had trouble believing what they had done.

Kay had trouble believing the economics of what they had done,
even low-grade call girls turn hundred dollar tricks, she had done so 
herself.
Each of them had given away $30,000 worth of pussy.
Kathy shared her thoughts with Samantha, who agreed to accompany her on 
her business meeting.

They met with the general manager in his office the following Tuesday.
The general manager had, of course, heard all about the incredible orgy 
that had taken place
on the fifth floor of his hotel.
He had great difficulty keeping a straight face as the blond lady who 
looked so very much like the Kathy he loved,
sat down opposite him and began speaking.

Kay came right to the point.
"We have decided to found a Ladies Club catering to guests in large hotels.
We feel it is in the interest of the hotel to keep guests under their 
roof, not allowing them to wander off spending
money elsewhere.
We need a twenty dollar gratuity, to cover expenses, as this is less 
than cab fare to the nearest Ladies Club.
We want to give the Grand Hotel first right of refusal, as we would 
rather work here that at a lesser property."

"You planning on asking for the gratuity in cash?"
The general manager picked up his cup drinking coffee, in a desperate 
effort to conceal his huge smile.

"No we felt that would come to close to prostitution,
which is not in keeping with the image a Grand Hotel.
We were thinking more along the lines of setting up an account at the 
health club.
Registered guests would receive a direct room charge for a special 
massage."

The general manager, sprayed coffee across the room, choking on the 
liquid he inhaled.
The two women jumped forward slapping him on the back.

The general manager did what he always did in situations like this,
he asked himself:

	What would Walter do?

Once he got the coffee out of his lungs, he smiled hugely.
"Yes." He said.

They settled on a 25 dollar special massage charge,
Kay and Samantha got 20 dollars, the Bartender
got four dollars, the house got one dollar for administrative overhead.

Kay had insisted, there be no charge for members of the guard staff or 
senior management.
She was looking the General Manager right in the eye as she made this 
demand.
They went to a petite suite, where they consummated the deal.
The general manager had spent a lifetime fantasizing about getting into 
Samantha's pants.
He decided she was well worth the wait.

The house comped them a two room petite suite
where they could perform their special massages.

The Bartender got a zip zap machine that produced
a numbered theater ticket good for one special massage.
The hotel ran their earnings through the regular payroll
program cutting them a weekly paycheck.

Every week, both women received a paycheck larger than the general managers.
	 _____

Kathy send a letter indicating she would like to come home on her vacation,
asking if it was all right for her to stay in her old room.

Kay sent back a letter, indicating that Kathy was always welcome
in her spare bedroom.

Kathy arrived on a Tuesday.
They hugged each other as she came down the jet way.
They walked together to baggage claim.
"Charles what are you doing here?"
"Collecting your luggage madame."

A cop was guarding their Rolls-Royce as it sat in a red
no parking zone.
He smiled at the two women in designer clothes.
The two women gave him a smile he remembered for the rest of his shift.

"You are looking good mom."
"You have given up buying your clothing at Wal-Mart?"
"I have become friends, with your old dressmaker."

There were greeted by a small army of hotel staff as they pulled up 
front and center.

"Mom you can't afford a suite like this."
"Its only one week, and I'm getting a special rate."
"Mom the rack rate on a petite suite, is four hundred dollars per night."
"A registered nurse can not afford such an expense."
"I no longer work at the hospital dear."
"Oh, you are now I call girl, who can spend 3000 dollars a week on a 
hotel room?"
"We will discuss this later dear."
"Yes mother."
"Are you going back to the house?"
"No I am staying in the suite next door."

"You need to shower, change in to something more suitable for dinner."
"I have left a couple of my old suits, in the closet, in case you need 
to borrow one."

( Mother and daughter had the same dress size. )

"We have an eight o'clock dinner reservation."

Kay slipped through the door into the adjoining suite, leaving Kathy alone.

Kathy walked directly across the room pulling open the doors on the 
enormous closet.
There were a dozen designer suits hanging there.

"Mother definitely is no longer working in a hospital." Kathy muttered 
fingering the beautiful garments.

A few minutes before eight o'clock Kathy slipped through the double 
doors into the adjoining suite.
A very tall slender black woman in a designer suit was facing away from 
her talking on the telephone.
She finished her call and hung the phone up, she turned spotting Kathy.
"Samantha!"
The two women rushed forward hugging each other with genuine affection.

"I see there is no need to introduce the two of you."

Kathy took half a step back, admiring her friend.
Samantha looked like a fashion model, with her classic figure.
She could earn a good living walking up and down a runway.
Kay and Samantha had a vibrancy about them Kathy had not seen previously.

"So you and mom rob banks together, spending your ill-gotten gains on 
designer clothes?"

"After dinner we can talk about business, in the piano bar." Her mother 
said.

The ma�tre d' bowed in an almost Japanese fashion, as the three women 
approached,
"Lady Kathy, you have been away much too long." He observed.

Kathy was surprised, he held out the chair facing the door for Samantha, 
who sat down gracefully,
he held the chair for Kay next, and seated Kathy last.
Kathy scanned her menu quickly, she had not seen it in almost two years.
The other two women did not touch their menus.
Their waiter appeared seconds after Kathy laid her menu down.
He glanced at Samantha
"The Quayle."
He glanced at Kay
"The Salmon."
"And you Madame?"
"The crepe St. jock."

"And To drink?"
"Some champagne" Kay offered
"Our usual." Samantha added

The food was excellent, they talked about designer clothing, the 
escalating price of proper ladies watches,
and fashions in Italian shoes.

They split a Grand Marnier souffl� three ways for dessert.

As the three elegant women stood, Kathy observed they had not received 
their check.

"I have a tab." Kay observed absently.

As they walked through the French doors into the piano bar, the piano 
player made eye contact
with Kathy, and began playing her favorite.
They let Kathy lead the way, the reserved sign was there, right where it 
always had been.
Kathy set in her usual chair, facing the French doors.
Her mother and good friend sat on either side of her.

The Bartender, smiling hugely, brought three glasses of soda water.
Kathy looked at the three glasses with shocked understanding.
She glanced at the Bartender, for denial, he smiled at her, nodding.
She glanced rapidly at Kathy and Samantha, they both were wearing 
identical Mona Lisa smiles.

Kathy was stunned, her mother was turning tricks, in her hotel!
"So the two of you have gone into business together?"
"Yes."
"And my favorite Bartender helps you?"
"Oh yes, without his help things would be much more difficult."

"In fact we had to do considerable rescheduling, to take the afternoon off."
They were interrupted as the Bartender walked up handing Kay a piece of 
paper.
Kay glanced at it handing it to Samantha.
"I'll do it, you need to visit with your daughter." Samantha said
"It'll only take a few minutes, you and Kathy need to visit." Kay said
Kathy had held out her hand while they were debating, Samantha handing 
her the note absently.

It was a pre printed form with a line for room number, Another line for 
time.
The bottom half of the note was for comment
the Bartender had written with ball point pen.

	Three men.

The two women stopped their debate as they realized
Kathy was halfway to the French doors holding the note.
Both women through back their heads guffawing realizing what had just 
happened.

Kathy returned an hour later.
Samantha was sitting alone at their table.
"Your mother was called away on business."
She said with a smile.

Before Kathy could respond with a proper witticism,
The Bartender walked up with a note.

The time line read: 	right now
The room number was:	919
the comment read:
	Two women, Twelve men.
The two women looked at each other, smiling, they stood without saying a 
word.

The concierge watched the two women, cross the lobby getting into the 
elevator.
The old-fashioned brass cupids arrow began moving to the right, stopping 
at the number nine.
He smiled knowingly.

The three women met for lunch the following day.
"I remember a time when you threatened to throw me out of the house for 
doing this." Kathy observed
"It's hard for a mother to learn from her daughter." Kay observed
"So we are women of leisure until our Bartender comes on duty at five 
o'clock?"
"Actually the day shift bartender works for us as well." Samantha said.

Kay pulled a beeper out of her handbag and laid it on the glass tabletop.
Seconds after she let go, it began vibrating, scooting around the glass 
tabletop like a Mexican jumping bean
on amphetamines.

She picked it up, scrolling through the message.
"Are either of you interested in attending a party in room 1214?"
"Eighty seven conventioneers have paid for female companionship."

The three women smiled, standing simultaneously.
"It would be a shame to have to refund their money." Kathy observed

A women on her way to fuck eighty men walks differently than a women on 
her way to pay a restaurant tab.
Every eye in the establishment followed the three elegantly dressed 
women as they made their way out.
It took several minutes before normal conversation resumed.

The three women began undressing as soon as they reached the bedroom.
"My daughter is visiting from out of town." Kay announced to the room 
full of men.
"She's heard I am a whore, she wants to see her mother fuck a room full 
of men,
that is if none of you object."
No one objected.

There was room enough in the King size bed for
the three naked women to lie side by side.
Kathy was in the middle. She stuck two fingers from
each hand into herself pulling an amazing gape for
her astounded audience.
"Does anyone have a bottle of whiskey?"
"I like to warm up with something small first."
By the time Kathy finished fucking herself with the
whiskey bottle, they had a full scale sex riot on their hands.
Normally Kay and Samantha used the buy one, get one free rule with their 
customers.
Everyone gets to go twice, even if they only paid once.
It was not that they were stingy or greedy, it was a question
of time, they were selling their time as much is their bodies.
It took ten hours for each of them to fuck one hundred men.
There were unavailable for other business during those ten hours.
Of course that was with normal businessmen, this was a sex riot.

The three women laid-back letting nature take its course.
It took them over seven hours to fuck the conventioneers to a standstill.

They staggered back to their rooms for a douche and shower.
They changed into fresh clothing for dinner, meting at the restaurant.

"Has your daughter always been a sex maniac?" Samantha wanted to know
"Yes, she left me a sexually trained boa constrictor, when she left home."
"Mother!" Kathy exclaimed.
"How do you know it was sexually trained?" Samantha asked, smiling
at Kathy's discomfort.
"I was sleeping with it, it woke me up, by crawling inside me!"
"You are still taking care of Honey Bun aren't you?"
Kathy asked with obvious concern.
"Yes, we can go visit him tomorrow morning,
my apartment is within walking distance."
"Can I watch?" Samantha asked smiling hugely.
Both women looked at Kathy intently.
"Yes, but only if you both get naked also."

The three women were naked, Honey Bun was lying on the bed.
"Okay mom on your back."
"But ... "
"Surely a woman in your profession understands: lie on your back, 
spreading your legs?"

Samantha watched open mouthed as Honey Buns blunt tail began penetrating 
Kay.
Kay watched amazed at what Kathy did next.
Kathy knelt between her mother's knees,
she stuffed the four fingers on both hands
into her vagina, she abruptly pulled her hands apart
gaping at Honey Bun.
The exposed half of the snake levitated magically
off of the mattress, his tongue wiggling continuously.
With no hesitation the blunt head entered the opening
between Kathy's fingers.
Honey Bun would only enter Kathy in this fashion,
Kathy's enormous cunt increased in diameter
the farther in Honey Bun crawled, he was able,
with a corkscrew maneuver, to produce an air pocket
more than sufficient for his needs.
The corkscrew maneuver produced incredible
vaginal stretching in Kathy's huge vagina.
She turned bright pink shuddering as she orgasmed.
Taking a deep breath Kathy scooted forward
until her clitoris was touching her mother's.

She slowly reached forward putting her long slender fingers
around the back of her mother's head.
Her mother was stiff and unresponsive at first,
slowly her arms came up to embrace her daughter.
They kissed as lovers for a long time, finally separating
Kathy began fucking her mother with the organic
double ended dildo.
The two women turned their heads in unison
smiling at Samantha who was masturbating as she watched.

After her mother had had about five orgasms, Kathy sat up
vertically, reaching down with both hands she held Honey Bun
tightly, scooting back as she pulled over a foot of fat snake out of her 
mother's cunt.
Honey Bun made it look as though Kathy had grown
an eighteen inch multicolored penis.

"Your next Samantha!"

Samantha shared with Kathy the ability to take eighteen inches of meat 
into her body.
Kay watched as the two women made thirty six inches of snake totally 
disappear.
Kay began masturbating as she watched.

Samantha had never kissed another woman before, she reached up, pulling 
Kathy down to her lips.
Kay shuddered, climaxing, watching her daughter kissing her good friend.

Both women realized this was something they could do while their 
customers watched.
They loved horny customers, who came quickly, allowing them to pursue 
other business opportunities.

The three women ate lunch while discussing various ways they could put 
on sex shows.
They got so horny doing this, they hopped back into bed making sure 
their ideas worked as planned.

It was Thursday, guard force day.
The two women talked Kathy into bringing Honey Bun
back to the hotel in his fancy yard long cat box.
There is a long tradition, of whores giving freebies to cops.
They had hopped the cops would become so excited
watching Kay and Kathy fuck a snake, they would
come instantly, and leave.

Now that it was officially permitted for House Dick and his cohorts to 
fuck Kay and Samantha, the general manager had agreed, to hire 
rent-a-pigs, allowing the entire guard force an evening off.
All of them, along with senior staff members, stood naked surrounding 
the bed watching the show.

The three beautiful women began their show by
kneeling together in the large bed, in a circle, each woman
fisting the women to her right.
Next Kay and Samantha double sifted Kathy.
For the grand finale, Kathy fucked her mother
and Samantha with the giant snake.

Things did not work out as planned, House Dick, his guards, and the 
senior staff, had been taking the
new male enhancement medications that were appearing on the market.
Cops are wise to the ways of the world, they realized the true intent of 
the sex show,taking it as a challenge.
The eight hired rent-a-pigs were longtime friends, the sort of old Army 
buddy friends you
would share a whore with.
They set up a rotation four of them would guard the hotel
while twelve of them, along with senior staff members, took turns 
fucking the women.
By tradition the general manager went first, choosing Kathy first, her 
mother second, then Samantha.
They gang banged the three whores until four o'clock in the morning.

Finally House Dick showed up with three water glasses
and three small mini bar sized bottles of Bailey's.
Kay and Samantha were too tired and sore to move rapidly,

The entire guard force had assembled to watch as Kathy scooted over to 
the edge of the huge bed,
inserting one of the water glasses mouth first.
She stood up slowly, reaching for an empty glass.
She soon had three water glasses half full, of warm seamen.

The guard force was watching intently, they had seen this before.
Kay and Samantha watched horrified.
They knew where this was going, and were powerless to stop it.
They were sluts, they would do most anything.
But what Kathy was doing was insane!

Kathy unscrewed the three small bottles, poring each bottle into a 
separate glass.
She stuck her social finger, into each glass in turn, stirring 
vigorously so they cream liqueur and come
were well mixed.
She absentmindedly licked her social finger, as she turned to face her 
two friends.

Kathy smiled ignoring the look of absolute horror, on her mother's face, 
as she handed her and Samantha
their water glass.

Kathy turned picking up her own glass, she bent over touching it to the 
rim of the other glasses,
she then raised her own glass it a toast.

"Here is to being a true whore!"
She tilted her head back, like a competition beer drinker poring the 
contents down her gullet.
Smiling, she wiped her lips with the back of her hand, to the sound of 
light applause.
She turned to face her audience, stood with her feet wide apart, leaned 
back, thrusting her hips forward obscenely, as she shot the three, 
small, empty plastic bottles out of her vagina.

Mothers and daughters have competed since time began.
Kay looked first at the obscene concoction she was holding, and at her 
daughter's smile.
Then at the men staring at her, waiting to see what she would do.
It was the hardest thing she had ever done.
Her first night being gang fucked was nothing compared to this.
She had to focus all her strength and attention.
If she vomited she would spend the rest of her life admitting her little 
girl, was the superior woman.
It took a full minute, she choked several times, swallowing repeatedly, 
but finally, smiling triumphantly,
she held up the empty glass.
She noted her applause had been louder than her daughters.

Everyone in the room turned to stare at Samantha.
Caligula would have masturbated while watching her do it.
It took her a long time, she had to re-swallow most of it three or four 
times.
But eventually she handed the empty glass to Kathy, with a sick smile.

"Leave us." Kay commanded.
The Christians had defeated the Lions in a fair contest.
The men filed out of the room immediately.
Kathy close the door behind them.
As soon as the latch went click, Samantha sprinted for the bathroom 
vomiting.
Kay listened to the sound for a moment, and ran for the bathroom as well.

Kathy soaked two hand towels in hot water, handing them to the kneeling 
women,
who were taking turns vomiting into the toilet.

Her mother looked up wiping vomit off her jaw.
"You know when you were little, it would've been so easy to drown you in 
your bathwater."
"Why didn't you?"
"Stupidity."
Kay muttered.
"Stupidity."

Every petite suite in the hotel, has a sitting room and a bedroom.
Kay and Kathy, had two bedrooms.
The three women staggered into the bedroom, with clean sheets, falling 
asleep instantly.

The next day at lunch, Kathy excused herself
to go to the ladies room.
Shortly after she returned the cocktail waitress arrived
with three shots of Bailey's.
"To my two best friends" Kathy said raising her shot glass
as a toast.
Kay and Samantha looked like they would rather kiss
a cobra than touch the shot glass.
The three of them tossed off their shot simultaneously,
Kay and Samantha had expressions more appropriate
for straight shots of warm tequila, than cream liqueur.
Their expressions soon softened into smiles.
"Pretty good?" Kathy asked brightly
The two women nodded.
"The trick is to start out with mostly Bailey's, working up slowly."
The two women nodded their heads, smiling
understanding, realizing they were indeed real whores.
Samantha raised her hand to order a second round.

"So I guess Thursday night is your worst night?"
The two women loved Kathy, but they were not about
to forget what she had done to them with the water glasses.
They looked at her strangely.
"Can we invite you to our Roman party?" they asked.
"Sure, what's a Roman party?"
"You will find out in about seven and a half hours."
Kay said, glancing at her Vacheron.

Hotel guests get a printed theater ticket good for
one special massage.
A ticket to the Roman party costs fifty dollars.
The health club is closed all weekend, at least
it used to be closed all weekend.
The Roman party begins at eight in the evening
Friday and runs for twenty four hours.
Food, drink, and women are included.
The computer sells tickets on a first-come
first-served basis, limiting the number to
two hundred men per woman.
Kay had the accounting department put her daughter
in the system as an employee, after she
stole three tricks her first night.
Kay and Samantha would go on line during the week
checking ticket sales, they would lubricate
rubbing their thighs together as the numbers increased.
The computer dutifully took note of the fact that
there were three whores.
Currently there were five hundred eighty two men
holding party tickets. The hotel had already collected
$29,100. for a party in a health facility that normally
sits empty all weekend.

Some of Samantha's friends from her old blue-collar ladies club,
had gone to the trouble of tracing her down, unhappy she had abandoned them.
She had introduced them to the bartender, so they were able to buy 
weekend party tickets,
even though they were not actually hotel guests.

Normally business hotels are mostly idle during weekends.
Kay and Samantha were responsible for a measurable
increases in hotel revenue.
Management was thrilled.
Men lined up Friday afternoon, for an indelible hand stamp,
and a computer-generated ticket, with a suggested
arrival time at the party.
The computer calculated six minutes per sex act,
trying to balance the load, so no one had to wait more than eighteen 
minutes,
That was the theory anyway.
The computer allowed them to fine-tune, too many men, and the system 
would began calling rooms,
suggesting men visit later.
Too few men, and the system would began, soliciting business.

"Welcome to the Grand Hotels, Friday night Roman orgy."
"Feel free to come and go as you wish, the party lasts for 24 hours, 
although generally we don't stop
until you do."
"As soon as you all get naked, my daughter will start things
off demonstrating what lonely house wife's do with whiskey bottles."

The vinyl covered massage tables had been moved
to the center of the room.
Kathy hopped up on one of the tables, laying back.
Her mother leaned over kissing her lovingly.
She straightened, smiling at the surrounding naked men
who were watching intently.
She slowly inserted four fingers in Kathy's vagina,
her thumb was outside resting in her daughters pubic hair.
She nodded to Samantha who stepped forward inserting four fingers as well.
They each looked at each other nodding, they leaned back simultaneously 
pulling their arms straight.
It was mostly vaudeville, from the body English it looked like they were 
trying to tear Kathy's cunt apart,
in actual fact they only pulled hard enough to cause her cunt to open 
with an audible snap.
The standing men suck air between their teeth.
The whiskey bottle went in base first, Samantha grabbing it by the neck 
vigorously fucking Kathy with it.
"Any volunteers?"
All the men tried to step forward simultaneously.

"Mommy mommy, they are fucking me with a bottle!" Kathy cried out.
"Hush daughter, mommy has many men to fuck, make do
with your pacifier!"
"Oh mommy, when I'm older, can I fuck many men also?"
"Ask them nicely dear, they probably will."
"Fuck me, please fuck me!"
The sexual energy in the room had gone off the scale.
Kay and Samantha climbed onto their massage tables,
smiling encouragingly as men with stiff dick's surged forward.
Each women watched as their two friends surrendered themselves
to a room full of sex crazed men.
They each looked down at their own vagina watching
the penis thrusting within it.

The orgy had begun.

Kay, Kathy, and Samantha watched each other being gang fucked until 1030 
Saturday night.
The three of them soaked in their Jacuzzi tub drinking champagne until 
midnight.
They slept in till Sunday afternoon.
Sunday is the slowest day, they had only had about
thirty five customers.
Monday was their day off, they went shopping.

Tuesday was Kathy's travel day.
"You know Kathy, You could stay here working
with Samantha and I, we would love to have you."
"Can you give me a rain check, I have a new boyfriend."
"Whatever you say dear."

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