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Fleur's story.

Hi there. I guess by now you'll have read what the others have written, and you'll know who I am. Can I just say that I totally recognise the old me from the last story. I don't think it's a very flattering portrait of me but its where I was and who I was at the time. A bit of a party animal, always up for a good time. I've changed since then but that was who I was back then.

But let me go back a bit further. I'm the single child of a single mother. Mum and I grew up together without a man in sight which probably coloured my view of the world. I'm not sure how mum got to be friends with Mrs.B but I just always remember her in my life. She was a common visitor to our home and at first, I knew her as aunty B. It was only the other day that I found out what her real name was. With the benefit of hindsight, I think she and mum had some sort of a relationship but I'm not totally sure. All I know is that over the years we'd become close and she was someone I could tell my troubles to, someone who would listen to my concerns and give me wise advice.

She was the first person I confided in when I thought I was a lesbian, even before I told mum. She couldn't have been more understanding. She was there as support when I finally broke the news to mum, who couldn't have been nicer about it. Why I'd been so nervous of telling her I didn't know. I was still shy about coming out to the world in general until I met Crystal. Finally, I had someone who I wasn't ashamed to be seen holding hands with or kissing in public.

I didn't get aunty B's crazy idea to begin with. It was only after that first crazy night that I thought she might be onto something. It might have been something to do with the fact that I had had the most amazing night of fucking and being fucked, or it might have been the feel of crisp notes I clutched in my hand in the morning. More money than I had ever seen before. Oh, that and the memory of the best food I'd ever eaten. I knew I could happily be part of a life like this.

Over the next few days Crystal and I met with aunty B, or Mrs.B as she now insisted we call her. We were both enthusiastic about her idea and slowly our respective roles became clearer. We went out a couple more times with her, each time with a different friend of hers but with much the same result. We always seemed to end up in Mrs.B's apartment rolling around the floor stark naked. We were only doing what Crystal and I would have been doing anyway, just with the addition of a couple of older women, so it was all cool. And Mrs.B had some really nice friends. They were also as generous as Marjorie had been.

Bit by bit we worked out the processes and procedures of the business. Mrs.B would look after finding the clients and Crystal and I were in charge of finding prospective 'companions' as she decided to call them. It sounded so much more respectable than escort she said. Almost as soon as she told us what we'd be doing a couple of girls I knew sprang to mind, old friends from school that were stuck in dead-end jobs who'd be glad of some excitement in their lives. I wasn't sure of their sexual preferences, but I had suspicions about at least one of them. I decided to ask her first.

Her name was Fiona or Fi as we called her, and she worked at a well-known fast food chain. I won't mention the name but simply say they specialised in chicken. I leave the rest to you. I dressed up in what were my most expensive and grown-up clothes. I wanted to give the impression that I was doing well for myself compared to her. I strolled in late one afternoon and made sure I got in her queue. I made a great show of being surprised to see her there. I said I'd love to have a chat and catch up. My timing was perfect as her shift ended in ten minutes. We agreed to meet outside when she finished which also meant that I didn't have to order any of her dreadful food.

I went and sat on a bench in the pedestrian precinct outside and waited for her. When she came out, I hauled her off to a nearby pub. I let her loosen up a bit over a couple of drinks, which I insisted on paying for, before I broached the subject and my main reason for being here. At first, she was wary and a little shocked at my suggestion but then I started talking about money, at which point she went very quiet and thoughtful. I didn't push her too hard but asked her to think about it and gave her one of my newly printed business cards that Mrs.B had given me. I asked her to phone me tomorrow if she was in any way interested.

I was taken by surprise when my phone rang two hours later. She wanted to check if it was women only. Like me, she had put men off limits. When I told her that they weren't part of it she said she'd like to give it a go. She was on the same shift tomorrow so she could come in around six, so I gave her the address and how to find it. She sounded less nervous than I'd expected. I phoned Mrs.B and told her the good news, that I'd found a possible first bahçelievler escort new recruit, and she was delighted and promised to be at the office at six o'clock tomorrow.

When I arrived Mrs.B was sat behind the reception desk. It was still very early days and we had yet to recruit anyone to take charge of reception. Mrs.B certainly hadn't come up with the 'saucy schoolgirl' image that became such a popular trademark. It was genius on her part. Show the clients something they wanted but was off limits and then guide them towards something that was there for the asking. We started off with Julie who later became Jewel when she was promoted to 'companion' and we currently have Jane who is arguably even sexier and more of a tease. She's got a few more months to go before she can legally be a companion, but she'll be a hit when she does. I don't know but it wouldn't surprise me if Mrs.B didn't already have a waiting list for her.

I sat down and started to chat to Mrs.B. She told me she already had several clients who were anxious that she got the venture going as soon as possible and who were willing to pay the money asked for. This was all good news. We broke off when the intercom went and a distant voice said, "This is Fiona ... I have an appointment."

Mrs.B pressed the button that released the door and we both sat back and waited. When there was a knock at the office door I stood up and opened it. I wanted to show Fi a friendly and familiar face. I gave her a hug and a kiss and pulled her inside. I introduced her to Mrs.B as the boss of the agency and pulled up another chair for her. After the usual questions and an explanation of how the system was designed to work Mrs.B asked Fi if she would like to go out to dinner this evening. This was to become her usual tactic with all new recruits. She would take them out to see how they performed in a posh restaurant and then bring them back to see how they performed in the bedroom. Fi looked puzzled and then perplexed.

"But I've just come straight from work," she pleaded, looking down dejectedly at her uniform.

"No problem, my dear," was Mrs.B's response as she turned to me, "why don't you take this pretty young woman next door and find something in the dressing up box."

I grinned when she said that and watched the worried look come over Fi's face. I got up and grabbed her hand and took her in to the inner office. She was relieved when she found out that the 'dressing up box' was in fact a large wardrobe full of a range of top-quality evening dresses as well as a selection of shoes and lingerie.

"What's your best colour?" I asked her.

"Blue," she replied, "or maybe green."

I looked along the rack of dresses until I spied the perfect one. I picked it out and then held it up on display for her. It was a mixture of the two colours with green at the bodice and drifting into blue further down. The style was almost regency, being tight around the bosom and then flaring out from there. I could see a modern-day Jane Austen wearing it on one of her more flirty days.

"Try this for size," I invited her.

She looked around for a changing room but, seeing nothing available, she started to pull her uniform top over her head. Below she was wearing an almost unnecessary pink bra. She kept that on as she slipped the dress over her head. It was a bit of a tight squeeze but between us we managed it. She was still wearing her uniform trousers which were next to go. Then I stood back and looked at her. After inspecting her from top to toe I frowned.

"The bra will have to go," I announced, "visible bra straps are not the image we're trying to promote. And what size shoe?"

While she struggled to remove her bra without revealing herself, I checked through the selection of shoes on offer and found a pair the right size that closely matched the colour of the dress. I crouched to help her on with them and then, while I was down there, lifted the hem of her dress to check the rest of her underwear.

"No, no, no," I said wagging my finger at her, "you can't go out wearing those. They're what little girls wear. Pink with little hearts is not a sexy look. Get them off while I find something better."

I stood up and rummaged in one of the drawers inside the wardrobe and managed to find a lovely pair in dark red. Not quite a thong but high cut and fairly minimal. I handed them to her, and she gave me a doubtful look.

"Don't argue," I told her, "do as you're told. And get a move on, Mrs.B will be waiting. When you're ready come out to the front office."

As I walked away, I hoped she wouldn't play up. She was, after all, my first attempt at recruiting someone and I was anxious that it went well.

"Everything okay?" Mrs.B asked when I sat down.

"She's just a bit shy. She'll be fine," I said, hoping Fi wouldn't let me down.

When Fi appeared a couple of minutes later I could see bahçeşehir escort Mrs.B's eyes light up and I had to admit Fi did look stunning. She stood up and circled the girl, looking at her from all angles, occasionally sliding her hand over the dress following the curves of the body beneath. I'm sure Fi must have been wondering what was happening. Then Mrs.B took her hand and led her out of the room and down the stairs.

"You too Fleur, don't dawdle," she called over her shoulder. I scrambled out of my chair and hurried after them.

She linked arms with both of us, one on either side, as we walked through the early evening streets. The office and shop workers had all gone home by this time and it was relatively quiet, but we still managed to turn a few heads and collect some curious glances. I looked across at Fi, expecting her to be her usual shy self but she was walking with her head held high and a happy smile on her face. Mrs.B seemed to have a secret pass into all the best places to eat and we ended up in one we hadn't been to before. She also seemed to have a collection of exceptionally pretty servers who were visibly delighted to see her. Most of that pleasure was from her very generous tipping I'm sure, but there seemed to be more to it. It was a mystery to unravel later.

This restaurant was equally as good as any of the others I'd been taken to and the food was totally brilliant. The atmosphere was different because whereas before it had been just me, Mrs.B and one of her friends, so I was the centre of attention, this time it was her with two much younger girls. She was good enough to share her time equally between us and I'm sure Fi got as much of the roving hands as I did. It was a rare moment when both Mrs.B's hands were on top of the table. In the interval between the main course and the dessert both were busy. On my side she had insinuated herself between my legs and was stroking my pussy through my panties. I'm sure much the same was going on with Fi judging by the slight uncomfortable wriggling she was doing.

When the waitress finally brought the dessert, she made no move to stop what she was doing. If anything, her touch became more intense and both Fi and I struggled to hide our emotions in front of the waitress who gave Mrs.B a knowing smile. It was only after she had left that her hand reluctantly withdrew from under my dress. On Fi's side it remained hidden and the poor girl had to try and eat as well as put up with whatever was going on below the table. We managed to survive to the end of the meal without disgracing ourselves and then went to stand outside and wait while Mrs.B sorted out the bill. Instead of linking arms with us as she had done on the way here, she told Fi and I to hold hands and walk in front of her. Apart from Crystal I had never shown my gay side in public and at first, I felt a bit awkward. When I realised that we were attracting less attention than before I began to relax. I gave Fi's hand a reassuring squeeze and she glanced at me and grinned. I thought this was a good sign, knowing what was likely to follow.

When the door was unlocked Mrs.B persuaded us to go first with a hefty whack on each of our bottoms, that reverberated along the narrow alley. Luckily it was empty but we both dashed inside out of sight as quickly as we could. I realised how much wine I'd had as I kept getting tangled up with Fi climbing the narrow stairs to the office. We both received several more smacks which didn't help as we could only giggle and stumble even more. We almost fell through the door into Mrs.B's office, still holding hands. She walked past us to a second door in one corner and opened it.

"Up you go my little trollops," she said with a grin. We managed to negotiate the second set of stairs and found ourselves in a well-furnished apartment that I'd never seen before. She took Fi's hand and led us like a chain through the living room and into the bedroom beyond. I knew what was expected and I'm sure it was rapidly dawning on Fi. We both stood, still holding hands for comfort, at the end of the bed, looking round the room, unsure what her next move would be.

She grabbed an antique upright chair from in front of the dressing table and sat down looking at us. We both squirmed a little under her direct gaze.

"You were both perfectly charming company this evening, so thank you," she told us and we both started to glow with pride, especially Fi who could tell she had passed some sort of test. "Why don't you two kiss each other," she continued, still smiling.

When I'd gone out to dinner with Mrs.B and her friends we'd come back and have fun, which inevitably involved kissing and a whole lot more. It never felt like I was cheating on Crystal, partly because it was work and partly because I knew she was doing the same thing on other evenings. In fact, we swapped notes on several occasions. But Fi was my age and wasn't a client. I wasn't sure bakırköy escort how she felt but she seemed as nervous as me, as we did as we were told. Our lips touched and she started to pull back, but I knew that wouldn't satisfy Mrs.B so I grabbed her head and pulled her back to me. This kiss was more authentic, and I forgot my concerns as I started to enjoy it. I sensed Fi slowly relaxing into the kiss and soon our tongues were dancing with each other, making forays into each other's mouth. To my astonishment Fi was the first one to go further.

I felt a hand cover my breast. Like Fi I wasn't wearing a bra and my dress was figure hugging enough that my nipples clearly showed, especially now as they had grown hard and stiff. I felt one of them gripped and squeezed with surprising firmness and an eager tongue pushed deep into my mouth. After the initial shock I retaliated. Fi's bodice was thicker and stiffer than the daring fabric of my dress so I had to slip off one of her shoulder straps and pull the front of her dress down to get access to her breast. I didn't look but I'm sure Mrs.B was delighted when it popped into view.

Neither of us were hugely endowed in that area, Fi even less than I was but I was pleased with my boobs and I'm sure Fi was as well. Her nipple when I found it was as hard as mine and I returned her grip, almost pinching it a little harshly but she just seemed to enjoy it all the more. I slipped off the other shoulder strap and pulled her top down all the way giving me access to both her boobs. I broke the kiss and bent my head so I could use my mouth on her nipples. Above me I heard a loud moan as I took one into my mouth that became even louder when I used my teeth on her. I was curious to find out how much she could take so I kept my teeth on her nipple and slowly increased the pressure. I kept waiting for the moment when she would try and push me away, but it never came so I added her other nipple into the mix, doing the same with my thumb and forefinger. I was about to give up trying when I felt the first signs of resistance. I released both at once and lifted my head up to kiss her again.

She returned the kiss with renewed vigour. I was amazed. She had taken my bite for far longer than I expected and, rather than pushing me away, she seemed more eager and turned on than ever. Through the kiss I glanced at Mrs.B. I was sure she hadn't missed what had just happened either.

"Fleur!" the curtness of her voice cut through the kiss like a knife and we both pulled back and looked at her. "Take off her dress, Fleur," it was clearly a command and I had no choice but to obey. I would have done so quite happily anyway but the tone was compelling. It was tight when I'd helped her get into it and it seemed to be even tighter now. I'm sure her sensitive nipples were scraped by the seams as I dragged it up and over her head.

"Turn and face me," came the next order and Fi did as she was told. "Is she wet?" she asked me.

By now Fi was in complete obedience mode and she stood still as I pushed a hand inside her panties. She was smooth and newly shaved, and I wasn't surprised to find her soaked. "Yes, she is, Miss, very wet," I replied.

"Take them off."

Assuming she meant Fi's panties I pulled them down and let them fall to the floor where she stepped out of them unbidden. Mrs.B looked her up and down and, to her credit, Fi didn't flinch or look ashamed.

"Sit on the end of the bed and spread your legs."

Almost as if she were remotely controlled Fi groped behind her for the edge of the bed and then sat down, spreading herself wide as she did so. Her pussy lips gaped open and I watched with fascination as her juices began to ooze out. She closed her eyes as, of her own accord, she reached down and pulled them even further apart. My view wasn't good but I'm sure Mrs.B was delighted with what she saw. There was a long moment of silence.

"Kneel on the floor and face the bed," her voice breaking the spell.

I was still getting used to the fact that Fi was so compliant as she slipped onto her knees and turned around to face the bed. As if by instinct she bent forward so that her bottom was the focus of attention.

"There are a few girls who look much better with a bottom that is pink," she said quietly, "don't you think so, Fleur?"

"I believe that's true," I managed to reply.

"I think you have earned the honour. Please proceed."

I wasn't a stranger to spanking. Crystal and I often played around together, and I knew that she was turned on by a good spanking. But it had always been some sort of game. This was taking a more serious turn and I struggled to work out what was going on. Nevertheless, I walked to the other side of Fi, which more suited my good hand and looked down at the offered arse. Suddenly Mrs.B appeared on the other side. She sat down on the bed and began to stroke Fi's back. It was a tender gesture. Then she looked at me and nodded.

I was scared to go too far, and my first smack was a feeble attempt. I was rewarded with a frown of disapproval from Mrs.B so I made sure the next one was harder. I was rewarded with a little yelp, somewhat muffled by the covers of the bed. I felt my nipple being squeezed hard as Mrs.B pulled me closer.