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The Last Bookshop - The Perfect Whore Part I
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The Last Bookshop - The Perfect Whore Part I

They rested for now and held hands in a louche arrangement as if they always did it.  Laura enjoyed a chilled champagne and he nursed a generous brandy.  A heavy primal bass pounded out the rhythm of sex.  In this bar area, on its blood-red crescent sofas, couples mingled to enjoy the visual stimulus of two half-naked cage dancers. 

The dancer cavorted as Harry and Laura watched intently.  Her smoky eyeshadow and black lipstick gave her an air of menace.  Youthful and taut, her china white skin shone out amidst the shadows as she moved with the fluidity of quicksilver.  Jet-black hair shimmered in the light, short cut in an angular bob; it lashed out with her movements.

The notion of being their puppet master creased Harry’s lips into a faint smile.  He surveyed the exhibitions made possible by his craft.  Cast in subdued lighting, hidden in gloomy shadows are people in various stages of undress and nakedness.  Mixed with floral notes, vanilla, and woody tones were the musky pheromones of sexual pleasure.  In between the gaps of pulsating bass, the sounds of sex leeched from the adjoining side rooms.

They had been immodest for hours and he congratulated himself on Laura’s exhibition of her full awakening.  Showered and refreshed, resplendent in fresh make-up and well-kempt hair, he admired her second outfit of the evening.  Reclined next to him, her arms open with her body in full view, she was the temptress in a sheer black bodysuit and hold-up stockings. 

For months as ‘business partners’, Laura swore that their arrangement existed only for as long as she remained in debt.  Solvent for two months now, Laura never mentioned the dissolution of their partnership.  Looking at her, he basked in his sense of achievement.  His own personal whore sat alongside him, obedient and loyal to his whim. 

He had altered the course of Laura’s life forever; avariciously she enjoyed the finer things in life that her talent paid for.  Harry could not imagine her going back to her post-graduate course at University now.

She described to Harry how her sexual awakening was fated; he always smiled in response.  Only there was no such a thing as fate for Laura – he controlled it as much as he controlled her.

Chapter Thirty-Six demanded a persona of the highest deviancy imaginable – the perfect whore.  A whore willing to do anything, with anyone, and Harry used every opportunity to hone Laura’s abilities.  Each liaison with Laura peeled away another layer of her fantasies.  She revealed the shining jewel of her depraved mind and perfect for the orgies here tonight. 

Tonight, he lay at a fork in the road with the Cremorne, either Chapters Eighty, Seventeen and Forty-Eight came next or Chapters Ninety-Seven, Thirty-Two and Five.  In either direction, he could tack on another eight chapters easily.  Harry felt excitement in the pit of his stomach at the culmination of three months’ effort.  His folder of photocopied pages contained forty-one chapters in their correct sequence.  It felt right, his intuition told him so, and the arrogant confidence shone through him. 

He felt the power of its narrated passages with every waking minute.  Its sentiment, the protagonists, and antagonists were alive in his every thought.  He could recite sections at will and pondered their passages for clues to fulfil his sole purpose.  His intuition crackled with encouragement, it no longer skulked until it wanted something, and it coursed through him with every pulse of blood. 

After tonight, he had no use for Laura and he would despatch her on a different path to travel alone.  Cut adrift, she would earn great money on her back with her future assured.  He resolved that conflict to quit for her and he could not care less.  Watching her covetous eyes flit up and down the dancer’s body, a thought of utter wickedness dazzled his intuition.

As she avidly admired the dancer’s lithe body, Harry wormed his way surreptitiously into Laura’s mind.  Vivid memories of their last encounter and a lust for new experiences would complete Laura’s corruption.  It would be a fitting epilogue to Chapter Thirty-Six. 

After that, Laura would be a whore, cut loose and set upon the world with her deviant sexual appetite to sate.  All would be welcome to it; all they had to do was pay.

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“I am a fallen and amoral woman more suited to being the whore in a brothel than the lady of the house.  My thoughts are the most impure, I will not be a mother, I will not live within the sanctity of marriage, and I have tried so hard to conform.  To do so would be the most offensive of all things on this good earth.

I will not be these things because I crave the base desire of animals above everything.  Secretly, I yearn to copulate with men and women and bend their will to my designs.  I crave the pleasures of the most immoral acts.  I cannot tame these urges; I cannot tame myself because I fell from grace a long time ago. 

I am a whore in the finest of clothes that wants for no material possessions.  Never will I live a life in servitude of everything expected of a woman because I despise it completely.  I desire only the most spellbinding pleasure of all – the exultation of sexual ecstasy.

The Almighty in some catechism may strike me down and I might stoke all the fires of hell for eternity.  I will do so knowing that I sought all the worldly desires on earth first.  Do not blame those I take pleasure from for I am their seductress, and I compelled them to do so. 

I yearn for the day that I can do this without the risk of opprobrium from those around me.  In every breath I possess, I endure that I might find that place.  I yearn for a home where I can realise all of my desires and free myself from the judgement of my peers and those on high.

Once I find it, I will be the worldliest whore.  I will be the whore beyond the tastes of the most slattern of female creatures.  Only then will I consider my purpose on this earth done.

The Cremorne, Chapter XXXVI”

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They came here emboldened and hired as ‘fire-starters’ by the organiser.  They arrived inconspicuously in regular clothes with a holdall on Harry’s shoulder.  The organiser of ‘Club Babylon’ greeted them warmly, provided a discreet envelope as payment, and showed them where to change.  Issued with their obligatory Venetian masks, this was the tawdry theatre to stage Chapter Thirty-Six.

‘Club Babylon’, so nondescript from the outside, lay on the depleted extremities of the city.  These old wharf houses of soot-blackened bricks now hummed with a sordid new industry.  Spacious inside, its old metalwork, cleaned and powder-coated in black, gave it a dark majesty. 

The décor of sumptuous violets defined this iniquitous den.  Smoked mirrored walls gave the illusion of space.  Rows of vertical burnished brass poles demarcated spaces with wide ribbons of heavy fabrics that created partitions.

Looking around him, the atmosphere crackled with promise with the party was in full flow.  Couples milled about and chatted, and they flirted overtly with each other.  They played their silly dance of vying for attention and Harry smiled with contempt at this ludicrous affair. 

Everyone here came recommended by others, each possessed a discerning palette of sexual preferences, and these beautiful people coalesced into this cohort of the ultra-discreet.  He despised them for their fake sophistication; this was about fucking, nothing more, and nothing less.  He was their interloper and broke the rules of their smug game.  That pleased him immensely and he did not care to hide it.  With this gift, he could render them to his whim with a simple look into their eyes. 

Nobody could ignore Laura; she stood tall in patent stiletto heels.  Her perfectly applied lipstick and coiffured long hair gave her a vampish look of overt sexuality.  Her mask matched her black lace lingerie and fully-fashioned stockings.  These sheer garments melded to her like a second skin. 

Caressing her sensual curves, her taut body did not need their support.  Couples greeted them with air kisses and compliments and made pleasant chit-chat.  Harry tried not to look bored and admired himself in the mirrors.  Months of gym work and pampering had given his body a dense muscular tone.

It did not take long for Laura to build up a rapport with two new couples slighter older than them.  Harry loathed their sense of entitlement.  As physical objects, the women were honed to perfection and attractive.  The men, handsome enough and rugged with age yet time had been kind to them.  One gaze into Harry’s eyes and they were the perfect victims for Chapter Thirty-Six. 

In a playroom, they eschewing their garments and exhibited their naked bodies.  In the low red light, they exchanged partners and explored each other.  Harry matched them to their tastes; he took the ingredients, found the recipe, and created the perfect confection.  With tender kisses and the soft caress of a new lover’s touch upon their skin, they descended into the scene Harry rehearsed so many times.

Sampling each other’s wiles, they swelled with arousal and to place where all inhibitions are lost.  Contorted into positions for a languid exhibition of foreplay, there was no impediment to their personal fulfilment. 

As the conductor of this sexual orchestra, Harry played out the first unhurried passages in his mind.  They shared partners in leisurely, uncomplicated sex.  Coupled in simple positions, hands reached out to goad each other as the women raised the ire in their men’s loins.  On top, missionary, from behind, they gave each other freely; nothing too arduous.

A small audience spectated through the open doorway; Harry looked at one lithe female and smiled.  Stirring her partner’s cock, he would be the lucky recipient of an impromptu fuck.  She craved another in her mouth and a woman’s tongue on her sex.  Harry cast his eyes on them too and they peeled away to live out their fantasy.  To another couple, they desired strangers to watch them fucking; Harry gave them their wish.

He fanned the flames amongst the spectators and fulfilled their obligation.  A simple gaze and his reflexive mind provided the impulse to experience their fantasy.  In Harry’s mind, the movement changed and the music built to the relentless pace of the main act.

Laura’s eyes met Harry’s as the mouth at her smooth vagina sucked softly on her clitoris.  Her hips rose and fell as Harry stifled her moans with his robust erection.  The caress of hands from the other two women kept their menfolk at the peak of arousal.  As the centre of their attention, Laura’s body flexed and writhed.

She rose onto her elbows and beckoned a man to copulate with her.  Lifting her legs bent at the knees, she held them up by the backs of her thighs.  Revealing her sex, Harry nodded to him and he knew what to do.  Kneeling before her, he rubbed the large head of his cock up and down her slit.  Harry met Laura’s gaze in that moment of penetration.  He planted the seed on her most depraved fantasy there and felt her body seethe with an eager compliance.

A feminine purr in his ear, a hand caressed his penis and slowly stroked him as soft lips kissed his neck.  Closing his eyes at the sensual sensations, she eased him into Laura’s mouth.

They each had their turn with Laura’s sex and her arousal frothed to an emulsion.  The air thickened with the scent of sex and their toil.  She took them both eagerly as Harry looked over to see a prone male topped and tailed by the two writhing females.  Kissing in a pyramid, he serviced their vaginas with his penis and mouth.

Manhandled onto all fours, they changed places to share Laura’s body.  The women serviced the men and teased their tumultuous penises to taste Laura’s juices.  Harry watched the sinews of Laura’s limbs strain and their fingers grip the sheets to brace herself.  They took turns with her mouth to either suck their erections or eat their wet swollen sex.  Burning in lust on a plateau of fevered desire, they all teased her to the edge of the abyss and eased off when Harry thought she would explode. 

Her body flushed and her eyes dilated, Laura whimpered softly for more.  Her malleable body complied easily and she straddled one man on top.  Guiding a fully engorged penis inside her, she broiled it against her tight muscles.  From the spring in her flanks, gruff moans kept time with her rhythmic tempo.  In control, Harry restrained her intent and felt the heavy burden of tension at her core.

Escalating cries of passion filled the room; Harry eased his rigid shaft from a woman’s sex.  He helped her up and guided her to sit on the prone man’s waiting tongue.  Her hands took to Laura’s body, teasing an erect nipple and the slippery nub of her clitoris.  Stifling Laura’s moans, Harry’s hips rocked slowly, skewered her mouth, and pressed her delicate nose against his taut loins.  Gagging, groaning, they shared her body and taunted the pleasure from her.

Laura’s body moved with an uneasy fluidity, her skin flushed as she laboured on the impaled penis.  Harry capitulated and released Laura’s first climax.  She writhed for them, trapped in a vice of limbs as she convulsed in sharp jittering waves.  She flexed in a stuttering combustion of muscle that stole her breath in lusty heartfelt moans. 

Weakened and highly suggestible, one of the women took her in a sixty-nine.  Slowly, she revived Laura until she raged for more.  In a crocodile roll, her hands prised apart Laura’s derriere.  Revealing her tongue licking Laura’s sex, Harry eased out the jewelled plug.  He fingered her anus as the two men assembled to take turns with her mouth. 

As the woman beneath Laura extracted herself, she licked her lips and purred.  Looking into Harry’s eyes, she softly kissed him to share her sweet juices.  Feverishly, Laura demanded one man to lie down and straddled him for a penis to fuck.  Lowering herself, she fed her nipple into his mouth. 

Harry crouched above her, gripped her shoulders as the woman guided his shaft to that tight knot of muscle.  Pushing firmly, it yielded and Laura bucked with a jolt and a yelp.  Impaling her firmly, his heavy balls pressed against her and his slow thrusts made her melt into a litany of groans. 

Filling in her anus and vagina, they slid into Laura effortlessly.  The ebb and flow of their lunges plundered her and her yelps kept time.  Their rhythm of meticulous precision shook her elegant curves with the thrusting double penetration of her body.  A female hand taunted Laura’s nipples and travelled slowly to the wet cleft of her penis-filled sex.  Harry glanced to see the other woman between the thighs of the masturbatrix licking at her sex eagerly.

The last man stood before Laura and gathered hair into his fist.  Holding up her head, his engorged penis slid into her mouth.  With every orifice in use, she devoured them with a vigorous energy.  Her energetic body bucked as they conspired to hold in place.  Saturated in sweat, they skidded and collided to brace Laura firmly between them.  Her stifled groans rose and when reprieved from sucking cock, she begged loudly for more.

Harry brought the orchestra to its full potential and they took their fill of Laura’s gluttonous sexual appetite.  No one backed down, each felt the savagery of an unleashed animal spirit.  They delivered power without finesse.  The men fucked her firmly and the women teased the places on Laura’s body where she craved their touch.

The pressure in her body swelled as Harry let it flow through her engorged muscles.  Laura trembled mightily as her seized muscles reached their tightest maximum.  With a rising shudder of muscular power, Laura’s limbs flailed and the men kept up their merciless rhythm.  Harry made her take them all, deeply impaled inside her at the precise moment of release. 

They all groaned as they felt her convulsions.  Her muffled deep groan became a squeal as she thrashed between them.  Flailing vigorously through the apex of her climax, they held firm as her strength subsided in hard, sharp spasms. 

They took their turn to saw into her slowly as small aftershocks built quickly, with a stifled whimper, she gave out one last tumultuous convulsion and went limp.

Gasping like a fish out of water, they left her to recover.  As her torso flexed in a hungry search for air, Harry surveyed her body wet with the sheen of exertion.  Through sultry eyes, they burned for him.

“Thank you,” she whispered breathlessly.

He smiled, “Join us when you are ready for more.  The best is yet to come.”

She reached out and caressed his face, “I think I’m falling for you, Harry.”

Harry reached out and kissed her hand, “I know.”

Laura purred as the women directed all of them to supply their fierce erections into their bodies.  With a deviant leer on Laura’s face as she enticed them with her lips and fingers.  Slowly, each of the women enjoyed the delicious glow of their own climax.   

She peeled one them away and directed him to lie on his back.  Cowgirl style, she had him in reverse.  She pointed to the other man and told him where to put himself.  Laura leant back on outstretched arms and took them both gingerly. 

Lying prone with his penis deep in one of the women, Harry looked over.  They pressed on with bucking hips and each took their turn.  Laura’s yelps bounced off the walls as two rigid penises strained her vagina to its limit. 

Laura beckoned him and called out to him breathlessly.  Her expression etched with sexual bliss, her lascivious words were simple and direct.  The woman eased herself from Harry length and led him by his erection to Laura.  Holding his penis, the woman fed it into Laura’s mouth.  She nuzzled at Harry’s neck and watched Laura as he fingered her sopping wet sex. 

Muffling her cries, two hard erections sawed at her vagina as Harry fucked her mouth.  Pulling on her erect nipples, he watched long elegant fingers stir at Laura’s fully swollen clitoris.

His intuition basked in the intense joy of Laura’s most deviant fantasy - the fucktoy.  Three dominant men used her worthless body for their gratification.  Fucked in every hole, her sex desecrated with two men inside her at once, the thrill flowed from her body, and it sang with pleasure. 

Harry sensed she had careened into the unknown.  He felt her experience a place beyond all her worldly knowledge.  He led his charges to redouble their efforts and they groaned in response.  She felt the rush of her impending climax and a fear of its intensity.  She flailed a little and they tightened her grip.  Harry seized that daunting intensity of pleasure and let it swell inside Laura.  It would grow beyond any familiarity of its power.

He felt her addiction to these sensations; Harry knew this would be the first and last time Laura would feel it.  He would never hold her back to achieve this again.  Always out of reach, she would seek it out with every sexual encounter and fail.  Hooked on the need for that explosive climax, she would fuck desperately to rediscover its narcotic power, and she would fail every time.

As each ratchet of pressure clicked into place and satisfied that its power would sweep her faculties away, Harry relented. 

As the most intense climax, Laura tried to fight them off as she shuddered and writhed.  Refusing to yield to her weak limbs, Harry watched her body convulse wildly.  Slapping his erection on her face, spittle-flecked howls of ecstasy roared from her.  Vicious convulsions of her body bucked them away as she shook heavily. 

Falling to her side, her body crunched every muscle as she pulled her limbs in tight.  Her features contorted as the tremors refused to ease.  Rolling onto her back, she reached out to clench at the sheets.  Spread-eagled, her abdominals crunched as she writhed uncontrollably.  From her heels to her shoulders, she arched upwards in convulsive tremors. 

Her hips shuddered, her climax surged out with a wail, and a jet of fluid powered from her sex.  Slumped into the bed, she rubbed ferociously at her sex and more fluid spurted forth as she squealed loudly.  Receding in violence, she convulsed to a stop and eased out a long pathetic moan.  Shaking like a cold kitten, she whimpering for air.

A faint glimmer in her eye from her incredulous expression made Harry smile.  Her weak laughter sounded so carefree and happy.  Her eyes refused to leave his as she silently mouthed the words, ‘thank you’.

Recovered sufficiently, she knelt before them their standing bodies.  With each man, she took each one in her mouth individually.  Aided by the other two women, they licked and teased their tight balls and shafts.  Stroking them a deft twist of her wrist and her full lips, Laura brought them to climax.  Decorating her with copious volleys of pristine sperm, they painted her face and breasts.

Each time, the woman kissed her deeply to share it, licking it from her face and breasts.  Harry went last and as Laura looked up expectantly.  They worked on him until he came hard.  Laura eased him deep into her mouth and swallowed it down. 

Harry felt the luxurious glow of his intuition as his sated body swam.  Softly, he caressed Laura’s face as she dutifully cleaned his penis. 

Laughing, happy, and satisfied, they idled to recover and chatted in the playroom.  They agreed to meet for more games later.  Harry nodded in agreement and knew that would never happen.  As they left the room, he prised that desire from them.  The two couples would have no further interest in them tonight.

Laura kissed him softly, “Thank you again, really, that was special.”

Harry smiled and softly caressed her face, “I guess we’re fated to do this aren’t we?”

She nodded and kissed him tenderly.  Harry felt it, a deep emotion of affection and belonging.  He recalled her feelings of loneliness when they first met.  He wanted to suppress her feelings, yet as their last night together, it would serve no purpose.  He had no capacity for her sentiment; she was nothing more than a vessel for his advancement.

Freshly showered, they primped themselves back to an air of respectability.  Vivacious and happy, Laura suggested they sat it out for a while to recharge their batteries.  Peering into the playrooms, they watched as couples writhed in coitus.  Fulfilling their obligations, Laura giggled and ducked in for a gentle kiss. 

Laura held him by his hips and looked into his eyes, “It looks like we’ve done our job.”

He stared into her eyes and sensed her happiness, “Indeed, we can relax now.”

Her expression seemed to chide him, “Not too relaxed, I want more.”

He smiled, she had no idea, “Of course, you shall have much more, we are not finished.”

She purred and kissed him tenderly.  His intuition told him that Chapter Thirty-Six demanded more.  In his mind, to be the perfect whore demanded a more sullied debasement of her body.  This place and these people would provide the perfect opportunity soon enough. 

She slid her arm into his and Harry felt her sense of pride as they made their way to the bar.

 

 

 

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