Chapter 21

Chapter Twenty-One

User 2155.Male. 34.

Work party to celebrate our end of year. There are eight guys in our team. Yeah, you read that right. Eight of us, all planning on having a great time in our office, with whisky, music, and a girl’s hot, horny holes ready for some fun. We’ve even got disco lights.

I hope you can be a filthy, gothic playgirl for us, Holly, and get right on into the action.

Strip show. Oral. Pussy. Anal. Tit play. DP. Lots of cum and getting down and dirty. We’re quite a team.

Duration – 5 hours.

Proposal price – £5000.

“A grand an hourisn’t that bad,” I say to Eb, then have to check myself.

Seriously?! A grand an HOUR isn’t that bad? My standards have changed to high hell in a few short weeks. I was working for £11.87 per hour at the store.

“Nah, I guess not,” she replies. “Plus, it should be fun. A good foray into getting it on with a load at once, and they’ll probably be so hammered and horny, you’ll get off easily.”

“Get myself off easily, I hope,” I say with a smirk. “If recent events are any indication, I’d say that’s a certainty.”

She shakes her head onscreen, still taken aback by my encounter last night.

“I can’t believe you enjoyed getting covered in dirt and cow shit.”

“It wasn’t the dirt and cow shit I enjoyed. It was the guy who threw me into them.”

“Yeah, still. The stench must have been horrific.”

I tipped the cab driver £300 when she dropped me back at home this morning. She’d earnt it. And as for my filthy bathroom? For once I was glad I don’t live in a show home. I was an absolute state when I climbed in the shower.

“I’ve never done a strip show,” I say to Ebony. “I might look like an idiot.”

Eb laughs. “Eight guys want a gangbang and you’re worried about stripping? Practice makes perfect, hon. You’ve got a full-length mirror, it’s really not that difficult.”

“How about you? Do you do many of them? Your practice must be pretty damn perfect by now.”

She flicks her hair and flutters her lashes. “I try my best. You might get to see at the entertainer’s party, hey? Depends how hammered we get.”

The thought of the looming entertainer’s party still gives me nerves, which is crazy, given that I’ve taken to filth like a duck to water. That makes no difference, though. A party with the other entertainers feels like a whole other affair. A more personal one.

It won’t be about ass-fucking fantasies, or taking two at once. It’ll be about meeting people. People I want to get to know.

Making friends.

I’m still haunted by my school days, worried that nobody will like me. Nobody except Eb, that is.

“You going to accept the proposal, then?” she asks.

“Yeah, why not? I’ve got one whole week left to get as much in as I can.”

“You sound like you’re on a dash for cash mission. You’ve done more than enough work this year to deserve your break, Ells. I’m scaling down to one appointment a week after New Year, and that’s going to be knackering enough.”

She’s right, I am on a dash for cash mission. Even now, with my bank balance looking like a gift from the stars, I’m still holding onto my work ethic – no matter what extremities that work ethic might entail.

“I’m not too knackered for a hot party with a load of guys,” I say. “Not yet, anyway.”

“When is it?”

I check out the calendar onscreen. “Friday.”

“Friday. Cool. Getting fucked by eight guys. Nice. Then it’s our party on Saturday. And that’s going to be it, right? You’re set for your holiday. Don’t run yourself into the ground, babe. You’ll have a hangover for three days straight after our celebrations.”

I hold my hands up. “Yeah. This will be it, for sure. Last gig before my holiday.”

I only hope it’s another five-star review to add to my perfect record. I need to get practicing to make sure my ratings are top notch, and I do. I choose my outfit from my wardrobe. Multi layers of hot gothic chic, with stockings and suspenders on underneath. A lingerie set worthy of a strip show. A tight bodice that pulls loose from the back. A short flared skirt that’ll shimmy down nicely, and a new set of platform shoes from my growing collection.

My sexy outfit doesn’t stop me feeling like a goofy idiot as I put on some Christmas tunes and practice a strip show in front of my mirror. I have myself in stitches a few times as my skirt gets caught around my knees as I bend over, trying to be alluring as I bob my ass up and down. Nope, I’m definitely not made for twerking. I keep it simple instead, take it slow as I reveal all. That looks much better. By the end of the evening, I’ve got it down.

As down as I’m likely going to get it, anyway…

I head out next morning to buy a new coat – since my old, trusted favourite got trashed by cow shit. It feels insane to be looking in high-end shop windows, knowing I can afford the luxury of whichever coat I choose. I opt for another leather one, long and belted, but this one feels so much better as I try it on in the changing room. So heavy and thick. It smells glorious. And it should be, given the cost of it. It’s over £400.

No matter how prepared I am, I flinch as I see the price come up on the card reader, the memory of eating pasta on loop still lurking in the depths. I still feel almost guilty about buying it, having to remind myself that this is a coat for work, as well as for me. I’ll be wearing this bad boy for my strip show on Friday night. Just two more days to go.

I put in a load more hours of practice before then, viewing online tutorials to help me shake my butt like a pro. I manage a catwalk style totter, looking authentic in my heels, and even manage to twirl like a sexy ballerina, shooting a glance full of want in the mirror as I spin.

I’m buzzing when the cab arrives at mine on Friday evening. I’m ready to go, dressed up to the max in my gorgeous outfit, my hair slick and long, and my makeup fit for a showgirl. My beauty and skin products have definitely been worth the investment, and so has my growing wardrobe. I feel on top of the world as I step up to the doors of CR Corporate once the cab’s dropped me off. I look up at the office building, and it’s dark, besides one floor where the windows are flashing green, red and blue. Ok, so I guess I’m at the right location. I click arrived as I stand outside.

The instruction pings through in an instant.

Third floor, head on up.

There’s a solitary guy minding the reception desk. He’d be quite a beef of a boy in his dark uniform, if he wasn’t wearing a silly Christmas hat with a goofy smile.

“Party’s up there,” he says, and points to the stairs. “Half of them are probably passed out by now.”

I hope that’s not the case as I make my ascent. The more eyes on me the better, after all the work I’ve been putting into rehearsals. The more cocks ready to fuck me, bonus on top. I’m becoming such a horny cow I want to be on it 24/7. No joke.

I push through the double doors to their office with a shout of HEY, GUYS! and everyone in the place turns to face me. Some of them are wearing tinsel around their necks as ties, some of them in pom pom Christmas hats. One of them has Rudolph antlers on his head and his shirt already off, grooving to the beat of Merry Christmas, Everyone.

The office desks and chairs have been pushed away from the centre to allow for a makeshift dancefloor, but the sales score boards are still up on the walls. There we have it, in a nutshell.

This is a sales team’s office. And these guys are the team members. The whole room thumps with their demeanour. And natural competition.

It makes no odds who User 2155 is amongst the crowd right now. They all let out a cheer as I step up to the ‘dancefloor’ to join them, clearing out of the way to give me some space as I twirl.

There’s a Christmas tree in the corner. I head on over there and the guys gather before me, eight pairs of eyes giving me their full attention.

I feel like the hottest girl on the planet as I shrug my coat off and let it slip to the floor. I’ll be their gothic, Christmas disco queen tonight, no problem at all.

“Santa, baby!” one of the guys shouts, and dashes on over to change the track.

I cheer along with the guys as the song starts up, the tune drowning out the remnants of nerves in my stomach. Here we go… time for the grand strip performance. I’m ready, and it’s time to show it.

I strut from guy to guy like I’m on a catwalk, giving each of them a hot pout and a needy flutter of my lashes. The first in line is an average kind of hot guy in a suit, mid brown hair. Nice, but not memorable. Guy number two is the shirtless one, dancing to the tune in his Rudolph antlers as he pumps his fists in the air. Guy number three is hot. Like really hot. Brooding dark eyes and a smirk on his face that gives me flutters. My gaze lingers on him for too long, which is unfair, so I give his tie a flick and force myself on by. I take the tinsel from the neck of the fourth guy, and wrap it around my own like a scarf, making sure I give him a decent flash of my cleavage as a thank you. Guy five is short, but cute, and has to be late fifties. He’s grey and balding, but that doesn’t stop him taking hold of my ass and giving it a squeeze. Guys six and seven have to be brothers. They’re virtually identical. Tall and slim, with the same light blond hair, catching the colours of the disco lights like a dream. And guy number eight… he has to be User 2155. He looks so pleased with himself as he stands there with his arms folded, nodding his head like I’m another achievement on their target board.

I like User 2155. Stocky and confident. Serious and firm.

I step up close, drop to a crouch and work my hands up his body as I rise, grinding against his thigh as the other guys cheer for him – but he doesn’t get me for long. I spin, then step along to the brothers at his side, jiggling my cleavage as a tempter. The older team member next to them grabs my ass all over again. I use his hold to squirm against his crotch, and he’s hard. I can feel him.

It’s turning me on already.

I hand the next guy along his tinsel back with a kiss on the cheek and another shimmy, and then it’s on to mega hot guy. I’m ready with a flutter of my lashes as I run my fingers down his chest to his belt. I tease by hovering, and the other guys let out a fresh cheer.

Yeah, I’m performing well.

Rudolph acts like a playboy when I reach him. He buries his face in my cleavage and blows a raspberry like a fucking idiot, pretending to ram his cock against me as I laugh. Jackass. Kinda cute, though.

Then it’s average guy. He barely gets a look in before the crowd start chanting with a STRIP, STRIP, STRIP!

“Yeah! Dance for us, baby!” Rudolph shouts, and I hope he shuts up soon. He’s going to be a pain in the ass when we start playing around later. I only hope it’s literally.

STRIP, STRIP, STRIP! the chants continue.

The sexy confident face of Holly devours any reservations as I take my place by the Christmas tree and begin my strip routine. I’m driven by excitement as I pull my bodice loose and dance before the crowd in my bra, holding my tits up as a teaser for playtime. My skirt shimmy is faultless, and so is my spin as I drop and take hold of my ankles, giving the guys a full-on view of my ass in my lacy black thong.

More cheers. More tension. More sexy electric in the air as I unclip my stocking tops and cast the suspender belt away, kicking off my heels along with it.

I dance some more in bra and panties before I finally let my tits free. I clasp an arm tight across my chest as I twirl my bra above my head, and then launch it over to the crowd like a trophy. It’s Rudolph that catches it. He hangs it from one of his fake antlers like an idiot, but I ignore him. I ignore everything but the vibrant sense of want in the room, and the newfound confidence zipping right through me.

Fuck, how I let the rhythm free once I’ve unveiled my tits. I see the want in their eyes, burning me alive through the festivities. I soak up the pure, uninhibited horniness in the room as I drop my panties, roving my hands over my tits, my hips, my ass as I shimmy.

I imagine myself being taken by all the men in this room.

Eight guys who want to fuck me. EIGHT. It’s bizarre, but I don’t give a fuck who is who, or what they want to do to me. I’ll take it all like a hungry little bitch, and beg for more.

That’s who Holly is. Who I am now. A hungry little bitch, desperate for as much as she can handle.

I know my strip show has been one hell of a success as I finish up, blowing kisses. The guys give me a full-on round of applause before Rudolph takes hold of my hand and leads me over to their makeshift bar, set up on one of the desks.

“Happy Christmas, Holly!”

I down a whisky and Coke along with them, and another on top for good measure, pouting like a good girl as they eye up my slutty naked body.

Why hold off any longer? I want it as much as they do.

“Come on,” I say, as I put my empty glass down. “Take whatever you want, guys. I’m here to serve.”

The mood changes in a flash of disco lights. This party is no longer about fun and Christmas tunes, and swigging back whisky. It’s about me – their filthy plaything.

“Do it, guys,” I say, and lean back against the desk. “Use me like your party whore. The clock is ticking, and your cocks are rocking.”

My humour dries up when I’m shoved down onto my knees, with cocks appearing all around me. Fuck, they were quick…

I take two cocks in my hands, working them as well as I can while Rudolph shoves his dick in my mouth, jamming deep. I’m so glad I’ve got five whole hours of this… I want to take them all. A five-star service for every single one of them…

The carpet is thin and rough against my skin when they lower me onto my back, their cocks straight back on offer to my hands and mouth as the guys drop to their knees around me. I’m busy looking up at Rudolph, choking around his cock when the first round of fingers slide inside me. I don’t have a clue who they belong to, and I don’t care. I spread my legs wide and rock my hips for more.

They can fill me up. Every single one of them. I fucking want it.

Someone slaps my tits, and a wet mouth feasts on my nipple. The fingers in my pussy switch out to fresh ones, and the cocks in my hands swap over as the guys shuffle.

I love every minute of it. Right here, I’m nothing but a plaything. An entertainer. A fucking slut.

“Fuck me, someone, please!” I shout as Rudolph pulls out of my mouth and grabs his balls, dangerously close to coming.

Oh, yes… I’m happy when I see who is ready to accept the invitation. I grin as one of the two brothers gets up close and ready to slide into my pussy. He’s long enough to bury deep… and God yes, so is his twin – kneeling over me to take Rudolph’s place in my mouth.

I can’t believe I’m having it so lucky – getting two brothers at once. Fantasies sometimes do come to life.

I’m being such a good girl on the naughty list as I roll over and get spit roasted by two dirty twins, begging them for more every chance that I get. They have me gagging, gasping, desperate… but unfortunately, they pull out before I manage to get them off, with other guys taking their places. Fuck, I’m getting needy. I want cum. Rounds and rounds of it.

I’m given another whisky right down the throat before another dick plugs me, and I revel in the whole lot of it. Everything. I’m nothing but a pretty piece of flesh as the guys get more confident in their filthiness. Soon, I’m up on all fours, taking two cocks in my mouth like I was born to be face fucked, my pussy pounded by different dicks, one after the other, like my cunt is a trophy to be claimed.

“Yes, more, please. MORE!”

I’m hauled up onto the old guy’s cock, riding him like a showgirl until another guy shoves me forward. Hell yes. Here begins the true action. I cry out in lust, not protest, as someone jams their cock in my ass to work with his friend in tandem.

“Fuck me!” I shout over the music. “That’s it! Fuck me!”

They happily oblige…

My mouth is filled up and pummelled along with my cunt and ass, and I’m passed around the men like a cheap, horny bitch, so wildly that I lose track of the faces. Everyone is a blur now. All that matters is cock. Eight cocks… all for me. I’m groaning and grinning, sucking like a good girl on meat lollipops as my ass and pussy clench as hard as I can clench. I want to milk these cocks clean. I want to be filled up. Dripping with thick, creamy cum from every hole, slicked up like a needy whore. A five-star entertainer. A hardcorer.

I gargle another whisky, open mouthed for the fun of it as I bounce on both brothers at the same time, one in each hole. I swallow and show the circle of clients my empty mouth, inviting them all up to fill me.

It’s Rudolph who comes first, spurting all over my face with his fist in my hair – three hot streams, right on the diagonal. I’m licking my lips clean when Mr Mega Hot steps into his place, plunging my throat like I’m a gulley of filth. Just like the rest of me.

The brother in my ass curses as he shoots his load, and that sets off his twin, bucking up as he christens my pussy with its first round of cum. I’m so fucking slick that I’m dripping. I get up and bend over the desk, spreading my ass cheeks so the guys can see just how wet and used I am.

“Who’s next?” I ask, looking at the crowd of faces behind me. “Who’s going to make my hot, wet cunt even wetter?”

With that, they’re all clamouring to step forward at once, and I’m like a kid in a sweet shop, whimpering like a slut as they take their turns. I’m hauled around, passed between dicks while guys groan as they pump me. I don’t know whose body is whose anymore, it’s all just flesh on flesh. My cheeks are sticky with cum, and my tits are soaked from spit, and I’m working my clit every chance I get.

It’s Rudolph who slaps my hand away from my pussy when he fucks me from behind. He uses his own fingers instead to work at me, and he’s much, much better than his goofy antlers would suggest. He has me gasping and wriggling, desperate to ride him, but he gives me no control whatsoever. Instead, I’m pinned to the carpet, its rough thread grazing my cheek as he makes me come with wails and groans. My first orgasm of the night.

It only makes me hornier…

I push guys’ cum out of me between every round I’m given, until my thighs are a dripping mess. My ass is fucked so hard, I must be gaping – and I’m choking up with cum so bad I snort a load through my nose to rapturous cheers, but that doesn’t matter. I’m still smiling. Still begging for it. Still screaming for more, like a whore.

I guess that’s what sends me crazy…

It’s me who offers two at once in my pussy – a freebie on my part – and the guys are all up for it, battling to get up close, but they don’t get the chance. User 2155 is shaking his head as he shoves the other guys away from me. He argues that it’s not in the brief, but he doesn’t need to. I meet his eyes and tell him it’s a freebie. A Christmas present from me for being such good clients.

I expect he’ll let people get on with it, but no. He gets down on the floor beside me and puts his face right up to mine.

“If anyone’s going to get a freebie here, it’s going to be me, you horny bitch, since I’m the one paying for it.”

I realise then that User 2155 is stone cold sober – not a hint of whisky headiness in sight. His voice is steady, and his stare is filthy, and out of nowhere he breathes into my ear, with a counter offer.

“I want you to take my fist in your cunt.”

My breaths hitch. Shocked. I’ve taken two in one before… yeah, but the idea of a fist is different somehow… it makes my stomach lurch.

“You want me to take your whole hand inside me?”

“Yes. I’ll give you another grand if you’ll take my fist in your cunt, legs spread wide so everyone gets to see,” he says. “So how about it? A grand for my fist? You’re wet and used enough to take it.”

He doesn’t give me much time to consider before he turns back to the guys, the whole host of them with their dicks still in their hands, hard and ready.

“Who wants to see me fist this little slut until she comes?”

Their cheers turn me on even more. My dripping pussy is clenching and thrumming, telling me I want it… even if my head has reservations.

Reservations are pointless, though. It’ll be coming at some point soon enough. There’s no denying it. I’m going to be a hardcorer. Fisting is just one more step on my journey, so why not let it be now, for an extra grand, with User 2155 displaying me wide and proud for the watchers?

“Are you up for it?” he asks me, and holds up his fist before my eyes.

I feel used enough already, holes gaping and dripping, head spinning from the whisky and the Christmas tunes and flashing lights. I find myself grinning and nodding.

“Yeah, I’m up for it. On one condition.”

“And what’s that?”

“I want to play with myself while you fist me. I want to come with your hand in my pussy.”

He grins a filthy grin. “My fucking pleasure, deal accepted.”

He lifts me up from the floor and drops me flat onto my back onto a desk, sweeping off a load of paperwork to the side of me. He guides my legs up to my chest, and tells me to keep them open wide.

I do as I’m told, sucking in breaths as he pushes four of his fingers straight in, wriggling them inside me as a tester.

“I can take it,” I assure him, even though my thighs are trembling with nerves through the whisky.

“I know you can, you dirty bitch,” he says, and lines his thumb up. “Play with your cunt and show us all how fucking filthy you are.”

“I’ll be the best you’ve ever had,” I reply, smiling brightly for the gathering onlookers.

I must be a dripping, drooling state as I rub my clit, but they’re all working their dicks, eating me up with their stares as User 2155 tries to work his fist inside me. His thumb is catching, my pussy fighting, and it hurts. It really fucking hurts. I tip my head back and curse, still fingering my clit against the pain.

“Want me to stop?” he asks, but I shake my head. I’m adoring pleasing the crowd too much to stop, even if I wanted to. So many dicks hard, all for me.

“No. Don’t stop. Just do it. Get your thumb inside me and fuck me like a slut.”

“Merry fucking Christmas,” he says, and forces it. He forces it so fucking hard, I feel like I’m being torn open, burning up as cum slurps out around his fist. He has so much power it’s beautiful, and so much restraint, it’s insane. “Keep playing,” he tells me, and I realise I’ve stopped using my fingers. “Relax your cunt and accept it. Before you know it I’ll be up to the wrist.”

Fuck, his words do something to me.

Up to the wrist.

He’ll have his whole damn hand inside my pussy, while people watch.

I think of the reviews, of the threads, of the hardcorers. I think of Creamgirl and all the filth she must do for fun.

It works. I relax my cunt and accept it. Every single dirty inch of his big, strong hand.

The music has stopped and the room is silent bar my cries as User 2155 stretches my pussy open. The guys are working their dicks, but there is no whooping or cheering, just pure filthy fascination as my pussy gives up the fight and lets a whole chunky fist inside me.

User 2155 smiles like a dirty lord as he moves his fingers in my pussy. He’s so deep, it’s like he’s in my stomach, and it hurts like hell, even though my clit is tingling like a bitch.

“I’m up to the wrist now,” he tells me. “My whole fucking hand is inside you. Can you see that?”

I raise my head as best I can, groaning at how dirty it looks to have a wrist jutting out from your pussy.

“Time to play now, slowly,” he says, and I rub my clit faster as he starts to work his hand in and out.

He’s so steady. So sure. My grunts don’t put him off in the slightest, my curses don’t make him stop. He’s done this before… he’s definitely, definitely done this before.

And who was it with? Has he been with Creamgirl? Has she been pumped with his fist like this, while his office pals look on with their dicks in their hands?

I hope so…

I want to be just as talented as she is…

My pussy takes it like a good girl, just like I am. Cum – and whisky – really does make an excellent lube.

My fingers work like magic as my client fist fucks me, and I scream in pure, dirty bliss as he hooks his fingers against the spot.

Fuck, yes. FUCK. I can feel the peak beginning, the room spinning, breaths quickening. And so can he…

“Get up here if you want to shoot your load, guys,” he tells his friends. “Cover this horny little bitch with a fresh round of jizz while she comes.”

His invitation is welcome. I close my eyes as a group of them drag the desk away from the wall and out into the open, holding me steady on top. I’m circled by a crowd of men jerking their cocks, while the ringleader pumps his hand in my pussy. And I come for them. A dirty whore in a raining cascade of jizz, spurting all over me.

I grip User 2155’s wrist with an OWWW as he tries to pull it free in the aftermath, but he tells me to relax. To trust him.

“Ok,” I say, “Do it.”

I’m whimpering as his thumb pulls free, but that’s the hard part – the rest of his hand slips out like I’ve given birth once his knuckles are out.

Shit. I’m done for the night. I really am. Which happens to be pretty good timing…

“Time’s up,” he says, and points to the clock on the wall. “Well done, Holly. Good fucking show.”

The memories of my strip performance are all but faded now. They feel like a lifetime ago. I’m a mess on unsteady legs as I thank them all for their time.

Praise be to Rudolph, who goes and grabs my clothes for me. Praise be as well to the mass of hands helping me get dressed as I teeter.

I use their office bathroom to clean the jizz away – wiping round after round of squelch from my pussy and ass until I’m at least vaguely sure I’m not going to seep jizz all over a cab seat. Or bleed all over one.

There’s hardly any sign of blood, actually. Just a pale smear of red amongst the white streams.

The guys all have their dicks back in their pants for the final goodbye. They wave me off with a round of thank yous, but the thanks are all mine. Despite feeling like my sanity has upped and run, leaving me in the pits of madness, I’ve had a great time tonight. The more dicks the better. I’ll be booking up a whole load more.

And maybe there will be a few more fists to come as well…

The security guy is still sitting at the reception desk when I reappear downstairs. He gives me a look up and down with a laugh.

“Need a cab? I guess the party’s over.”

“Yes, please.”

“Dialling one now.”

Thank fuck the cab seat is soft when I slip into the back seat, but not soft enough to avoid burning me sore every inch of the way. Luckily, I have a distraction.

The five-star review from 2155 is a glower. The words give me a solid, heartfelt grin as they show up on my phone screen.

One of the greatest nights of entertainment we’ve ever had. Eight of us, all milked dry and in gratitude. Every part of her gorgeous body is begging for cum… just like her mouth is. Expect the unexpected, since we had a surprise fisting negotiation at the height of the action, and she took it well – bringing herself off through the squealing.

Happy Christmas to us. Holly is a superstar, up there at the top of the charts. And we’ve had Creamgirl, so that’s saying something.

Holy shit.

User 2155 mentioned Creamgirl, by name, and compared me to her. HE COMPARED ME TO HER. And he still thinks I’m worthy to top the charts.

Despite my throbbing pussy, I grin all the way back home like a crazy cow, humming jingle bells, so happy I could scream.