Alicia added the last boxes to a depressingly large stack on her living room floor. She was relieved that her move was almost complete, but still dreaded the prospect of unpacking and finding places for all of her things.

Stepping out on the balcony, she sighed contentedly, desiring nothing more in that moment than to enjoy her new apartment's fourteenth-floor view of the majestic cityscape unfolding before her. So much in her life had changed in such a short amount of time that she still found it overwhelming.

Now, with her crippling credit card debt paid, she was finally able to plan a real future for herself. Her student loans would take a little more time working on her back, but that was fine. Her life had improved in ways she couldn’t have imagined just two short months ago.

“Miss Stevens, where do you want the treadmill set up?” One of the movers had come in behind her with a massive box on a dolly and she pointed down the hall.

“Set that and the stair climber up in the second bedroom on the left.”

“Gotcha,” the man replied, wheeling the dolly in the direction she’d indicated. Right behind him, Katrina, one of the top girls at the agency and her newest friend, appeared carrying a festively wrapped gift box.

“I got you some housewarming gifts, but we can open these later.”

“Thank you,” Alicia replied happily, hugging the sexy brunette. What do you think of my new place?”

Katrina looked around, nodding in approval. “It suits you, but even with the elevator, I don’t know why you insisted on carrying all these boxes up here yourself. Moving sucks, even more than we do.” Her beautiful face lit up at the joke, and Alicia felt herself blushing at Katrina’s less-than-subtle reference to their work.

“You have no shame at all, do you?” Alicia responded with only partially feigned annoyance. Even after a couple of months of escorting, she was still coming to terms with taking money for sex. But Katrina seemed to delight in pointing out their profession in the most inappropriate moments.

“There’s no shame in my game, love. Besides, sucking dick is paying for this incredible apartment, and trust me, these movers would only look down on you if you were on your knees in front of them. Isn’t that right, stud?”

The mover blushed more brightly than Alicia had moments before. “What you ladies do is none of my business. I just wish I could afford that blowjob.”

Katrina laughed again as he headed back to the moving van. “See, the guys love us. It’s other women who see us as a threat.”

“Maybe they should,” Alicia replied. “Most of the men I’ve been with were married. The rest were divorced.”

“It’s not up to us to make their marriages work, honey. And if they did, we’d be out of a job.”

Katrina had a point, but somehow Alicia didn’t believe it was that simple. Her dating life hadn’t exactly given her confidence in the intentions of men. At least not the ones she’d dated before she met Michael.

“They’re almost done, anyway,” Alicia observed. “Why don’t we go out on the balcony and have some wine?”

Now, you're talking. Let’s go enjoy some of that money you’ve made.”

oo0oo

Katrina was a bit more than ten years older than Alicia, possessing both the ability to sell a very sexy MILF aura while still maintaining the youth that appealed to men who appreciated its vibrant appeal. Alicia found herself feeling a bit jealous of her classic beauty, even though men seemed to find her quite attractive as well.

They had already finished a glass of wine and were enjoying a second when the movers told Alicia they were done. Katrina watched them leave, and as soon as the door closed, turned to Alicia with a conspiratorial smile lighting up her face.

“Okay, time to dish on how things are going, and I want details, girlfriend. The good, the bad, and the orgasmic.”

By the sparkle lighting up the brunette's eyes, Alicia knew she was expecting her to spill some things she was less than comfortable talking about. But, she decided, why not? If she couldn’t talk about her experiences with another escort, then she’d never be able to share them with anyone.

“Truthfully, it hasn’t been bad at all. So far, Pytor has only set me up with regulars who have a history of being gentlemen. The guy I saw last night was actually pretty sweet.”

“Oh?” Katrina asked. “What was his name? I’ve been with most of the regulars, so I’ve probably fucked him at least once.”

Alicia rolled her eyes at Katrina’s intentional bluntness but decided not to bite. “Theo, at least that’s the name he gave me.”

Katrina nodded, recognizing the name instantly. “Older guy with a dad-bod and an American flag tattoo on his right arm?”

Alicia raised her glass in acknowledgment. “That’s him. Poor guy had a hard time getting it up. I had to blow him for what seemed like forever before he got hard enough to fuck me.”

“Yeah, he’s had a problem with that for years. Here, I have something for you that will get it up that the next time it happens to a guy.”

Reaching for her purse, she revealed a handful of small, sealed black envelopes with an ‘R’ emblazoned on it in the center of a white circle.

“Next time you see him, or any guy who has sudden stage fright, give him one of these. Within ten minutes or so, he’ll be hard enough to pound nails into you.” Katrina snapped her fingers, as if it were some kind of miracle cure to impotence.

Alicia picked up the packet, turning it over in her hand. “Is this Viagra?”

“No, but it’s similar, and it works much better. Giving him that will not only make him hard, but it will let you avoid the guilt guys feel when they can’t perform, and believe me, that can happen to any man. This should be a standard part of your kit, just as much as condoms and lube.”

Katrina smiled but then gave her a more serious look. “Have you ever done anal? Even if none of your dates have asked for it yet, it doesn’t mean they won’t. Sooner or later, some guy is going to buy that tight ass of yours. If you’re still an anal virgin, it can be awkward trying it the first time when you're supposed to be a pro.”

“Oh, my God, I never even considered that. Do men want that a lot?”

Katrina shrugged. “More often than you might think, and you don’t want one of them to be your first. Trust me on that.”

Alicia gave her a skeptical look. “You're suggesting I go pick up some guy and ask him to fuck my ass just so I’ll know what it’s like when a client asks? That seems pointless.”

Katrina grinned and her eyes flashed with a smoldering heat. “Then let me do it. I’d love to fuck you.”

She seemed deadly serious but Alicia had to laugh. “I’m sure you would, but unless you have more going on in your panties than I do, you don’t have the necessary bits.”

“Oh, now that's where you're wrong. It just so happens I bought you some toys as part of your housewarming gift, and one of those is a nice, hard strap-on that will stretch that tight little ass of yours just like a real man would.”

Alicia felt genuine shock at the suggestion and Katrina’s grin turned downright devilish. “Let me guess, you’ve never been with another woman.”

When Alicia didn’t answer, she offered her hand. “Okay, come with me. We are going to have ourselves a really good time.”

Alicia was still unsure about this, but followed Katrina to the bedroom with a palpable mix of excitement and trepidation coiling in her breast. Excitement was winning, however, because while it was true she’d never had sex with a woman, it wasn’t as if she’d never considered it. That she hadn't was more because the opportunity had simply never presented itself.

She did find her desirable. At 5’7”, Katrina was a full five inches taller than her. She was a statuesque beauty whose thick brown hair seemed to shimmer in the light, and her skin-tight, white sleeveless top did wonders to display her impressive breasts while teasing anyone who looked with just enough cleavage to catch a wondering eye. Even her bare and sharply legs were sexy as hell under her slit, mid-thigh-length skirt. She simply exuded sexual attraction, and now that an intimate offer to have her was made, Alicia felt a quickly growing excitement bubbling within her.

She looked so good, in fact that Alicia became self-conscious about her own appearance. She'd dressed for the move, wearing black leggings and a loose-fitting cotton pull-over that did nothing at all for her figure. And she was certain she smelled of sweat after spending hours hauling boxes back and forth from the truck.

As they reached her room, Katrina gestured to the gift box she had spoken about. “You are going to love these,” she said, clearly excited by the idea of getting to use them with Alicia.

“I’m sure I will, but I need to shower first. I'm a hot mess right now.”

Katrina came to her, slowly and with a smoky, sexual intent. “Don’t be silly. You look amazing, and I happen to love the scent of a woman who's been active. Besides, there is not one aroma on you that I haven't had on me. I want you just as you are.”

By then, she was close enough to wrap her arms around Alicia's waist. “You don't need to impress me any more than you already have.”

Alicia still felt some hesitance when Katrina leaned in to kiss her, but quickly found she loved the moist warmth of a woman's lips on hers. It was surprisingly pleasant and felt so much softer than a man's more insistent touch.

Instinctively, Alicia encircled Katrina’s neck with her arms, kissing her back with an eagerness that felt as exhilarating as it was surprising.

That kiss became a slow and passionate burn; patient, needy, and incredibly wet. They lingered in each other's arms, separating and kissing again, sucking on each other’s lips, and tasting each other's tongues in an erotic dance of intimacy. It was a new and wonderful experience, creating a connection between them, and drawing Alicia to her as if she were a virgin being seduced for the very first time.

She was breathless as they finally parted, and her pussy felt like a molten pool of wetness as her desire flared into an open fire.

Katrina stepped back, her eyes smoky with lust.

“Take off your clothes,” she said, her voice carrying a husky command that sent shivers racing up Alicia’s spine. “I want to see you strip.”

Her sudden dominance caught Alicia by surprise, triggering her in a way she would never have expected. With that one, simple phrase, Katrina asserted her control, and Alicia was all too happy to submit to it.

Following the brunette's direction, she removed her clothes, one article at a time while Katrina appraised her with growing approval. By the time she was nude, she found it deliciously difficult to stand there without trying to cover herself with her hands.

Katrina then began to take off her clothes, saying nothing and leaving Alicia frozen, unsure of how strictly her lover intended to assert her sudden dominance. However severe she intended to be, Alicia knew she'd submit without question.

It was an odd feeling for her. She never felt a need to be submissive to a man, but somehow with Katrina, it felt natural and right, and the idea burned into her like a hot coal. By the time the taller brunette was nude. Alicia was shaking with excitement.

“Very good,” Katrina said as she approached. “I wondered how you would react if I took control, but I can see submission suits you, doesn't it?”

Alicia hesitated, shocked by the sudden transformation in her friend but all too eager to accept her leash, if indeed that was what she wanted.

“Yes,” she finally answered. “It does, with you, anyway. I have to admit it made me hot when you spoke to me like that.”

Katrina smiled as if the spell of domination had been dispelled as quickly as it was cast. “That’s something we’ll have to explore at some point. I had a feeling there was a submissive hiding somewhere inside you, but right now I just want you as a lover, and nothing more than that.”

Alicia was just beginning to relax when Katrina pushed her onto the bed. She barely had time to consider why Katrina might have wanted to test in that way before she was over her, sliding her leg between her thighs and sucking on her breasts.

Alicia’s breath caught, causing her to arch against the intense pressure of Katrina’s leg grinding into her clit. Alicia pushed back, spreading her legs and granting her lover the space she needed to slide her thigh against her puffy and inflamed cunt. She was thoroughly enjoying Katrina’s aggressive touch, the touch of a woman who knew exactly how to make her legs quiver with need. This was not the clumsy grope of a man who simply wanted to get his cock inside her. It was the hot desire of a lover who understood what it was to be a woman and knew exactly how to fuck her mind as well as her body.

All the while, Katrina was squeezing her boob from its fleshy base up toward her rapidly thickening nipple with a gentle insistence that made her writhe. Then, rising higher, and with her emerald eyes boring into Alicia's, she kissed her deeply, swirling her tongue against hers with a hunger that demanded to be fed. Alicia’s heart was pounding against her rib cage, and she gasped as Katrina descended down her body, trailing kisses between her boobs and over her flexing tummy before hovering over her sex.

“Oh fuck, that feels good,” she murmured. “But, are you sure you don't want me to shower before you…?”

Katrina flashed her an almost condescending look. “What? Before I suck on your clit? Don't be silly. You make me all wet just as you are. Besides, I’m about to fuck you in the ass. You’re going to want to have that shower afterwards.”

“Oh, my God, I was hoping you were joking about that.”

“Not a chance, love. I'm going to teach you how to be a proper whore.” With that, Katrina lowered and drew the flat of her tongue right between Alicia’s weeping slit.

The effect on Alicia was as instant as it was electric. Hot sensations of wet pressure pulsed through, causing her to claw at the sheets while Katrina feasted on her needy sex. Sliding her arms under Alicia’s thighs, she drew her up, raising her hips before fluttering her tongue in a moist caress from her perineum to her clit.

“Fuuuck yes!” Alicia groaned, and her body writhed under intense waves of pleasure that crashed over her like breakers pounding on a rocky shore. And it didn’t stop. Katrina was winding her up, filling her with layer after layer of lustful tension until Alicia felt as if she was going to scream. Then, just as she reached her peak, the brunette plunged two long fingers into her, sending shockwaves of orgasmic convulsions pulsing through her that was so powerful she couldn’t contain them.

Katrina continued to fuck her with her fingers and sucking on her clit while Alicia thrashed in her arms. It wasn’t until she clamped her legs around Katrina’s head while desperately trying to push her away from her throbbing cunt that she finally relented.

By then, Alicia was barely coherent. With the aftershocks of her release still echoing through her body, she failed to notice her lover rise from the bed and fasten a black leather harness around her bare and sexy hips. When her vision cleared, she was confronted by a sight that made her heart rise in her throat.

Breathlessly, and covered in sweat, she gazed at her lover and the long, intimidating cock that now seemed a part of her.

“Oh, my god, that thing’s huge!” she whimpered, drawing up her knees and clamping them together as if to protect her tender cunt from more of Katrina’s intimate abuse.

“You big baby,” Katrina sneered as she spread a glistening layer of lube over the black simulacrum of a man’s most precious organ. “It’s long but not that thick. Now, get on your knees, you little slut. I’m going to split you wide until you beg me to stop.”

Katrina’s dominant aura had roared back and Alicia found herself wanting to obey despite her fear of her ass being fucked by that rubber cock. Katrina was a chameleon, she decided, changing her aura whenever she chose. It was unnerving, yet the more dominant she became, the more Alicia craved it from her.

She never expected to desire being sexually owned in this way, but she knew now that she would always secretly crave it. Obediently she got up on her knees and buried her head in her hands, waiting to be taken in a way she had never been taken before.

Her lover smiled, purring in approval as she moved onto the bed, rising on her knees behind her. “You have such a beautiful bottom, Alicia. I’ve been wanting to lick your cute rosebud since we met." All the while, she was caressing her, touching her cheeks, and smoothing her palms over her until Alicia felt herself begin to relax.

She was being tamed, broken like a wild filly succumbing to the gentle whispers of a master trainer. Her fear subsided until Katrina’s erotic caress had her pussy drooling again, clenching in anticipation of being stretched by that rubber cock. She was craving penetration, the sense of fullness it gave her, and the satisfaction of truly being fucked.

And, she wanted it now. But Katrina didn’t give it to her. Instead, she rubbed its bulbous head over her clit, making her desperate for more. “Tell me what you want,” Katrina whispered as she teased Alicia’s pussy by just barely spreading her open with the tip.

“Ohhh, fuck.” She began, but her words just trailed into garbled incoherency. Swallowing hard, she tried again. "Please, Kat, please! Fuck me! I need it so badly!”

“Look at you. A creamy little mess begging me to give you my cock? You really are a little slut, aren’t you?”

When Alicia failed to respond, Katrina slapped her ass hard. “I asked you a question, whore. Are you my slut?"

No one had ever degraded her like this and a wave of humiliation washed over her mind. She wanted to deny it, but she couldn’t. She was a whore and had always known it, but having to admit it to her while she was literally begging to be skewered by a strap-on cock was beyond her experience. It made her feel cheap and pathetic, and…

She fucking loved it! She no longer cared if it was true. She was a prostitute, a whore, and certainly a dripping slut for Katrina, and that realization freed her of guilt. In that moment, she accepted who she was and reveled in the freedom that acceptance gave her. “Yes,” she yelled. “I’m your slut and I’m begging you to fuck me now!”

“Good girl,” Katrina sneered with a distinct smile in her voice. Then she placed her hand on Alicia’s back, steadying her as she thrust that cock deeply into her.

In a rush, she’d sank so deeply she was bumping Alicia’s cervix, causing a stinging jolt of pain that almost made her collapse on the bed. But with it came pleasure and a deep sense of satisfaction at taking it so deeply inside her. Katrina then set up a rhythm, fucking her with short, sharp thrusts that left most of that cock awash in her juices.

Alicia's grunts soon became a drawn-out moan, punctuated by gasps each time she felt it sink back into her. Katrina was gripping her hips, making her rock back onto it rather than thrusting. It was so distinct a sensation that Alicia realized she was fucking herself on it.

All of this was too much, the pain, humiliation, and the radiating feeling of bliss became so mixed she could no longer tell them apart. Her body felt weak, and her core throbbed with pressure until her next orgasm became inevitable.

It finally hit her so powerfully that her pussy clenched on that cock, as if trying to stop its motion within her slick channel. Her legs began to shake wildly and then her whole body simply exploded in color, pressure, and waves of unbearable pleasure.

Finally, she collapsed on the bed, exhausted and out of breath as Katrina lay over her, holding her gently as the waves slowly diminished.

“That was sooo good,” Alicia murmured as she cuddled into Katrina’s arms.

I’m glad, baby,” she whispered back. “Because now you are ready.”

Alicia knew exactly what she meant but was far too relaxed and weary to object. When her lover placed pillows under her hips, she merely raised herself long enough for her to slide them under her before lying back down with her ass in the air.

What she felt after that was as much an emotional pleasure as it was a physical one. Unlike the brutal fucking she’d just received, Katrina’s touch on her ass was light and feathery. There was a wet presence flicking on her rosebud that made her swoon but it took a second for her to realize it was Katrina’s tongue licking and swiping her there with incredible tenderness.

By then, her desire had shifted from desperate need to welcoming anticipation and she felt no fear at all as her lover moved over her and slipped her cock between her cheeks. From there, it was a slow and steady process as she pushed it deeper, opening her rose with torturous patience until she felt herself surrendering to it. And then she felt her inner ring being massaged as its length slid in, traveling deeper than she would have believed possible.

Katrina was lying on her fully then, slowly pumping her with gentle strokes until the last of that wonderful sting faded into pleasure. Unfortunately, there would be no increase in need from her, no buildup to orgasm that she so loved from a man, but that was fine. She simply gave herself to the moment and reveled in the bliss of it until her lover finally pulled it away.

Then came the warm sense of relief as her body realized the intrusion was over, and that in itself was remarkably pleasurable. It was incredible, but even better was the feeling that she had shared what might of been the best sexual experience of her life with a woman she cared so deeply for.

oo0oo

Later, after they showered and returned to bed, Alicia contemplated how she’d so eagerly accepted being treated by Katrina’s dominant side. There, in the darkness, she asked her how she had known she’d succumb to it so easily.

“I wasn’t sure," Katrina admitted, "but I read people quite well, and I felt you had a strong submissive streak. You are incredibly strong-willed, and brave; and it takes that kind of courage to submit sexually. The fact you’ve adapted to our work without letting it change you proved that to me the first time we met.”

Alicia contemplated that, holding her arm as she spooned against her. “I love doing it," she quietly admitted. "Giving pleasure and getting it back is… well, it’s a wonderful experience.”

“And you don’t feel used at all?” Her question was honest, concerned, and devoid of accusation.

“Used? By who?”

“By me, or by the men who make use of us?”

“No, not at all. I loved what you did to me, and I want you to do that to me again as often as we can. As far as the job goes, most of the men I’ve been with are guys I might have fucked even if I’d met them somewhere else. They’re certainly kinder and more considerate than those I was dating before I joined the agency. So, why should I feel used? They pay me well, and I find satisfaction in giving them what they need’ And honestly, they give the same thing to me.”