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Odalisque
by Shadow Cleric (thefierypen@yahoo.com or http://www.asstr.org/~shadowcleric)

Chapter One

I used to enjoy getting mail. Long lost friends writing to say hello, get 
caught up with news and rehash old times. That was before winning the lottery.

Now my mailbox was flooded. The postman used to give me dirty looks when I'd 
see him. Once I explained the situation, he laughed and now does mail drops to 
my door (for a large tip, of course). If only mail was my biggest problem. The 
phone rings off the hook morning, noon, and night despite the fact that I've 
changed it 3 times. Every crackpot inventor, dealer, investor, and con-artist 
in the state has my number.

And then there are the women. At first I kind of liked it, then it became old 
hat. The subtle questions of marriage, fishing for presents and so forth. It's
not that I'm opposed to the concept, it's just this was going too far.

Sighing, I resign myself to fate and shuffle through the stack of letters. 
About half-way through I find a ray of light. A maroon envelope from the Summer
Blossom Inn. I sniffed the envelope and was rewarded with a familiar scent of 
roses. I eagerly tore open the letter and pulled out its contents: a letter and
card key. The letter read:

M. O'Hara,

I've recently come into the possession of some international merchandise you 
may be interested in. The type and color are both to your liking. I feel you 
shall not be disappointed. The merchandise in question will be available for 
inspection and use at the usual locale, Wednesday at 3:00pm. This time is 
consistent with your previous purchases, if there is a problem and you need to 
reschedule, please call me immediately.

Yours most graciously,

Madame LaCroix.

The signature was sealed with a red kiss.

****

The next day, Wednesday, I arrived at the Inn. It was a large mansion, with ivy
creeping up the sides. The bottom of the Inn was a bed & breakfast, often quiet
and empty. The upper floors however were an upscale, honest to Joe whorehouse. 
I grabbed my bag out of my 4Runner and locked the SUV and activated it's alarm.
I was early, anxious for what may be in store for me. The front desk was 
unoccupied, as usual, so I went upstairs and unlocked the door at the top of 
the stairs and went in. The second floor was comprised of smaller rooms, 
designed for a few hours use. Rounding the corner I found the second set of 
stairs and went up. The top floor had fewer rooms. They were larger, and much 
statelier. They also contained the main office and Madame LaCroix's own rooms. 
I found my usual room, #1, and let myself in. The room was fantastic as usual. 
The double doors opened to a small antechamber. From there it split into the 
main bedroom, bathroom and sitting room. The room had a classy old colonial 
look. Dark reds and browns accented with whites. The bed was huge affair. 
Larger than a king, I have no idea where she got the bedding. It had large, 
dark cherry poles at the corners, spiraling up seven feet above the floor. 
The bathroom contained a massive Jacuzzi tub, shower, and bench along with a 
large marble counter sinks. The sitting room was posh and warm. Someone had 
decanted some red wine. I got a glass and poured myself some. I sniffed and 
swirled, if only out of respect for the vintner. I already knew it was Cabernet
Sauvignon, 1988 from a small vineyard in Napa. I sat and sipped, recalling my 
first trip to the Inn.

****

It was about six months or so after I had won the PowerBall and I was related 
my woes to an old college buddy. He laughed at first, but then realized my 
dilemma. He gave me a number to call.

"Make an appointment with Madame LaCroix. When you see her, be as honest as 
possible."

So I called. The receptionist was friendly and helpful. She gave excellent 
directions and I had no difficulty finding the place. I arrived at the 
appointed time and found a young blonde attending the counter.

"Sean O'Hara?"

"Yeah. I'm here to see..."

"Just this way sir."

She lead me up the stairs, punched in a code and opened the door for me. We 
came to the second flight and went up.

"Through the double doors at the end of the hallway."

"Thanks."

"You're welcome, and enjoy."

Bemused I wandered down the hallway and knocked at the door.

"Entrez-vous!"

I pushed the door open hesitantly and walked in. The office was well appointed.
A large desk dominated the room with a large plush couch in front of it. A 
small woman sat at the desk smiling. She was 50-ish but still very happy with 
life.

"Please sit, M. O'Hara." she said with an impossibly thick French accent.

"Thanks," I said sitting. I looked around nervously, unsure of what to do next.

"You have no idea why you're here, do you?"

"No clue in the slightest."

"Excellent!" she said, dropping the accent. "Then we shall both be honest with 
each other!"

"I guessed the accent was fake."

"You'd be surprised how many people that fools," she chuckled.

"So why am I here?"

She stood and walked over to me. She was only 5 foot 4, black hair, and full 
chest. She probably cut quite the swath a few years ago.

"Mr. O'Hara, I can imagine having as much money as you do and an unrequited 
libido can be difficult."

"You have no idea."

"Still, I can imagine," she smirked. " I don't mean to make light of your 
situation, that's why I want to help. We offer companionship. Short term, no 
strings attached. We offer five star services that are second to none. Our 
girls are clean, beautiful, skilled and a pleasure to have."

"You mean this is a...a..." I stammered.

"Go ahead, say it."

"A whorehouse?"

"Yes, but more. We customize each encounter to suit you. Our price and locale 
keep the scum out and we offer privacy and discretion."

"I don't know." I said. In truth the concept intrigued the hell out of me, but 
I was still nervous.

"Have something to drink, Sean. May I call you Sean?"

"Please."

She offered me a glass of white wine.

"Now let's talk."

The conversation went on and on for hours. At first we discussed basic likes 
and dislikes. What hair color did I prefer, that sort of thing. After a while I
was telling her deep personal fetishes, some I hadn't even admitted to myself. 
She kept a mental roster of everything I said.

When the conversation wound down, she stood and walked to the door.

"Well Sean, I think you deserve a demonstration. Come with me."

She led me down the hall to a room and showed me in. It was large and spacious.
Not too extravagant but nice.

"Have some wine and relax. Nicole will be with you shortly."

I did as she asked and plopped down on a large chair. About ten minutes later 
there was a knock at the door.

"Come in."

"Mr. O'Hara?" came a voice as the door opened.

"Yes."

A tall brunette walked in. She was dressed in jeans, cap, sneakers and varsity 
letter jacket. She had long black hair, eyes that shone despite being dark 
brown. Her hips were full, but not too wide and her breasts were massively 
apparent, even through her jacket.

"I'm Nicole," she said as she offered her hand.

I took it. She had a soft and firm grip. She sat opposite me.

"First time, huh?"

"Well, not exactly."

"First time with a whore?"

"You make it sound so cheap."

"Sorry, I don't mean to. I love my job. Where else can a girl get all she can 
stand and get paid."

"I guess you have a point. So what do we do now?"

"Whatever you want. If you'd like me to start I can."

"Sure, whatever you think is..."

She cut me off by her springing forward and kissing me deep and hard. Our lips 
locked and tongues probed for what seemed like an eternity. She broke it off 
and stood, pushing the chair she was sitting on earlier out of the way. She 
walked over to the stereo and hit play. Soft jazz music began playing. She 
turned and smiled at me. Nicole pulled her hat off and tossed it aside, 
throwing her hair about. It was very long and she stared at me with those hot 
eyes through the random strands across her face. She unbuttoned her jacket, one
snap at a time until it was open and hanging over her shoulders. Nicole let it 
slide offer her arms and onto the floor. She had a white T-shirt on that did 
nothing to hide the D cup chest underneath. She turned away and bent over to 
untie her shoes, allowing her tight ass to press itself against the tight 
denim. She made quick work of the shoes, kicking them off like a trained 
gymnast. Working the buckle of her belt off, she slipped it out with snap. Her 
hands went to the buttons on her jeans and undid them slowly and individually. 
After the last one she stopped with her pants and pulled her shirt over her 
head and off. Her breasts were clad in a tight cream-colored satin bra and 
forced them into deep cleavage. Finally her pants went down, revealing matching
thong panties. Leaving her socks on, she walked over to me and straddle my lap.
My erection was so hard it was painful. We kissed again, her hips grinding down
into mine. I reached around and undid her bra. Nicole breathed a deep sigh of 
relief as her breasts burst out of their prison. I grabbed them hungrily, 
squeezing them and kneading them and finally sucking them. I nibbled and licked
her tits with wild abandon. I hadn't felt this free in a long time.

After several minutes, Nicole stood and walked over to the bed. She slid out of
her panties and draped herself over the bed. I stood and dropped my clothing as
fast as I could. When I was done, I went over to her. I laid myself on top of 
her nude body, my cock pressing into her wet opening. We kissed passionately as
I felt myself slip deeper and deeper into her silky hole. Finally I found 
myself fully within her sweet folds. I rocked back, almost completely out of 
her and back in. She shuddered with pleasure, I could feel Nicole's socked feet
wrapped around my waist, pulling me deeper into her. I teased her like this for
a minute or so till I worked up some speed. Pistoning in and out, I worked her 
cunt into a frenzy. She bucked her hips into me giving as much as she took from
me. Soon she clenched into orgasm, screaming my name. I rolled her over and 
began fucking her again. Doggie style always makes me feel powerful, and I 
fucked her just like I felt. She moaned and swore as my hips slapped her ass.
I grabbed her ass cheeks as I hammered harder and faster. I could feel my seed 
building, the pressure mounting until finally I could stand it no longer.

"Oh God Nicole!" I howled as my seed exploded from my cock. I shook with orgasm
as she too was lost in her own pleasures. I pumped and pumped like a wild man,
finally free from worry or recrimination. We both collapsed. I slid out of her 
and we embraced. I laid there with her, just enjoying the way her soft body 
felt against me. Finally I rolled away stretching and yawning. I drifted off to
sleep. After a short nap I awoke with a raging hard on, and someone massaging 
it. To my surprise it was not Nicole, but rather the blonde that I had met 
earlier.

"My name is Beth, I just wanted to introduce myself properly, especially if you
are going to be here again."

She was dressed in the same business suit I saw earlier. She had her hair in a 
bun, and glasses on. She slid over on the bed and ran her tongue from my 
foreskin down to my balls and back up again. Kissing the tip, she slowly took 
my shaft down its length and into her throat. Beth sucked and licked both hard 
and soft. My dick was on fire. I'd never felt it like this. The pressure 
alternating, her tongue everywhere, she began rubbing and churning my balls. I 
gripped her head as my cock exploded seamen down her throat. She sucked and I 
pumped for an impossibly long time. Finally I went limp, smiling weakly.

"I've drawn you a hot bath. Enjoy it and see me at the counter on your way out.
If I'm not there, please feel free to ring the bell. Would you like anything to
eat?"

"I'd kill for a cheeseburger actually."

"I'll have one sent up immediately. How would you like that cooked?"

"Medium well."

"And how would you like that served?"

"Hmmm?"

"Served sir. How would you like it?" She smirked.

"Oh I don't think I could possibly..."

"I disagree," she smiled wickedly. "Something oriental I think. Enjoy your bath
sir."

She left and I went over to the bathroom. The tub was full and smelled 
wonderful. I laid in it for quite awhile, memories of the past few hours 
brought my erection back with a vengeance. A knock came at the door.

"Room service."

"Come in please."

I caught a glimpse of someone come in, then I saw a robe dropped. Then the 
bathroom door opened fully and a young creature stood there naked with a tray 
of food. The woman that came in was short, Asian, and beautiful. Her hair was 
long and straight, her hips narrow and breasts firm and small. Her pussy was 
shaved completely and her expression was one of hungry desire. She introduced 
herself as "Ling," but was obviously not interested in talking. She sat the 
tray down and slipped into the tub with me.

Feeling my erection was already there, she slid down onto it, her eyes rolling back with delight. Her hips pumped mine with slow, steady motions. I ran my hands up and down her thin body, enjoying every wanton action. She moaned and screamed, most of it in a language I didn't understand. I fucked her back long and hard. She threw her head back, laying across the edge of the tub, and screamed, a massive orgasm exploding within her. I came shortly after, grunting and shuddering with delicious pleasure. We kissed for long moments as she lay across my chest. After a while, she rose and fetched my food and proceeded to feed me. When I was done she smiled and left. I got out soon after she left and dressed, giggling at the fact that I'd just had sex with three women today. Three beautiful women!

Beth was at the desk, smiling as usual.

"Dare I ask what the damages are?"

She handed me a bill, it was high, but worth every penny.

"Would you like a reservation for another visit?"

"Sure. Next week, Wednesday."

"Preferences?"

"Surprise me."

(Continued in Odalisque2.txt)

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