Sordida

by Jason Andrews

  “Bob could be anywhere or anyone to be honest with you since nobody uses their real names in here. However, the door to the darkroom is straight at the end of the hallway and around the corner. This floor is where most of the action happens if you’re looking for a good time tonight. If you see a door open, it means anyone can watch, and you wait to be invited to join in. If you see a door closed with a red card hanging from the handle, that’s a total no go. Any door you see closed with no card, that’s a private room for you to occupy. I haven’t seen you around here before have I. Are you a newbie?”

  “I'm on a mission tonight. I’m Amercia, an escort looking for Mr X, and Bob, where’s Bob?”

  “You’re a little drunk, aren’t you? I’m Tim, but as I’ve said – Bob, now you’re after Mr X, they could be anyone. You must find them, see their faces to know who is who which might prove difficult in the dark room. What about some Charlie on the other hand, can I tempt you?”

  “I’ve never met Charlie. I just said I’m after Bob, was looking for the dark room. I’m an escort, Mr X invited me here, and I need to catch up with him too later.”

  Tim smiled at her as he walked closer to her presence, her inexperience was an attraction he didn’t want to leave in the hands of someone else.

  “Charlie is cocaine. All I am asking you is do you want to do some coke before you find a room to fuck in?”

  “I don’t do drugs,” Amercia replied, surprised he offered it about so freely. His confidence was mildly intimidating, but at least he only looked around forty, “and I don’t come cheap.”

  Tim edged his way even closer; they were touching chest to chest almost, he lowered his head closer to her and whispered directly in her ear.

  “I want to share you with my wife. Why don’t you allow us both taste what goods you have to offer? She likes it when I bring back a nice, wet sexy surprise. How much do you want?”

  Amercia placed a single finger over his lips, smiled at his advances. Mr X’s words appeared in her mind; it’s purely professional, it’s everyone else’s party tonight.

  “I’m not on offer tonight. However, I can give you my number for another time if you would like to meet again?”

  Tim walked away from her; he nodded his head.

  “Maybe I’ll take it later, let me find my wife, she’s probably on all fours around here somewhere.”

  Amercia needed to locate Mr X, not only to ask what he had in mind for her this evening, but she also needed to collect the extra five hundred pound he was paying; in her mind, she’d spent it already on a range of outstanding bills. Walking further down the hallway on floor three she could see a couple of doors left open, others with the red card hanging outside with the faint sound of the mattress squeaking on the beds indicating people fucking were in action. Staring into the first open door she came across, her mouth dropped open, in an instant she sobered up. Her mind alert and her eyes trying to take in all that was going on within that room. A naked female who looked around the age range of the mid to late twenties spread herself across a bed with her hands locked in diamond handcuffs while four middle-aged naked men had their hands all over her body. Four different sized cocks, some noticeably harder than others were rubbing against her legs. One of the guys who looked like a tall, typical skinny nerd with black glasses appeared to be bouncing up and down with excitement throwing money over all the action-packed scene. Cash was drifting freely in the air as the guys ravished her by sheer touch.

  “No, please don’t touch me,” the bound female stated as she tried closing her legs before a mass of fingers crawled there way towards her unshaven vagina, “I don’t like it, stop, stop it.”

  Amercia ran forward into the room, storming in the direction of the female who herself now was looking concerned for her safety.

  “She fucking said stop, you dirty bastards, fucking leave her bush alone.”

  “Get out, you fucking nosey bitch”, the female replied, all of the men taking a step backwards, “fuck off into another room. Uncuff me will you John.”

  The nerdy looking guy who had been throwing the cash literally into the air removed her from the diamond handcuffs. Amercia noticed now closer in view they were more like cubic zirconia, not that she had an eye for diamonds, but having admired engagement rings from many local jewellers she was able to spot the difference. The female who donned the glistening handcuffs walked up to Amercia’s personal space, continuing to walk forward, Amercia took a few steps back towards the door.

  “Don’t mess with my money tonight lady, it’s not fucking real. I give them what they want. They throw the cash in my direction. You fucking stopped them mid-flow. It’s tease and thrill, they’re all fucking doctors with PhD’s and loaded cash to burn – it’s a game. I guess you’re new since you’re wandering around on your own. I see your red stamp. Tonight, this gig is mine; this is my room. Is that understood?”

  “Sorry, I thought you needed help. I misread the situation. Completely got the wrong end of the stick.”

  “Let’s forget about it since you’re new here. I’m Angie, I’ve been here a couple of months, but you’ll pick up the ropes if you stick around. If you want to find a wallet of your own, head down to the bar and take him or her – or whoever you want back to a room of your choice.”

  “I’m Amercia, and once again apologies again for interrupting your game. I’m just looking at the minute. I do need to find somebody so with that I will quietly be off now. Have fun.”

  “Can we carry on now please?” John asked, wanking his cock in one hand, holding the remaining wad of cash in the other, “I want to blow a load, can you tell me how much of a bad girl you’ve been for us?”

  Angie spread herself back on the bed, allowing one of the guys to cuff her hands to make her appear helpless again at their mercy. She was laid back on a mattress of cash.

  “I’ve been a very naughty girl, so bad I might even need to be spanked later – and fucking hard too.”

  “Want to join in?” John asked pointing to Amercia, “we have got enough cash for you both if you want to play together – how about a little cat fight?”

  Angie turned to glare at Amercia; this cash was hers and hers alone. Communicating solely with her eyes, Amercia understood that look signalled to leave immediately.

  “No, but thank you. I’m trying to find someone; I’ll see you around later. Have fun though, maybe I’ll catch you downstairs some other time.”

  Amercia couldn’t help but wonder why Angie didn’t shave her pussy. It looked terrible, but her figure was outstanding. She didn’t like body hair in any place of her own body as it made her feel unclean. I suppose you must cater for many tastes here, she thought, I couldn’t have a bush that wildly out of control. Amercia looked back at Angie’s sinister smile as she walked out of the room back into the hallway; the doctors continued to have their dirty way with her.

  Walking further down the hallway another door was open, Amercia walked on the side closest to the wall before slowly tiptoeing past to glance at the action inside this room. She peeked her head around the door, confident that nothing now could surprise her.

  What the actual fuck, she wondered, fucking hell!

  A slim, muscular male who appeared in his late twenties with short shaved brown hair was on his knees on a rug. A grey-haired senior woman wrinkled in all crevices was stood naked over him, parting her pussy for him to lick as she arched her back to shove her creased flaps in his face. The man on his knees poked out his tongue and leant his head forward to lick her out. As he lapped up her vulva like he was licking the back of a greasy spoon, another elderly grey-haired lady, only this time larger in body size whipped his back.

  “Eat it you fucking little man-whore,” said the older looking woman with the whip as she lashed his back, “lick those hanging piss-flaps, you vile fucking sissy. Margaret wants you to baste that dry, tough old steak.”

  Amercia stood and watched; she noticed he too had the r
ed stamp on the back of his hand that he had placed behind his back. Assuming he was a male escort for the evening as a play-thing for the senior women, she watched some more because with the door open it was an open invitation for an audience.

  “Let’s swap over Jean,” said the elderly woman whose vagina was being slurped over, “I want to give him a good whipping myself too.”

  Margaret and Jean swapped positions as the guy still stayed on his knees, he didn’t move an inch. Jean, the larger of the two ladies, held on to the bed as she lowered herself on to her knees, fully naked she got on all fours pointing her arse in the direction of his face. No, Amercia thought, surely not!

  “Eat both of my holes, will you. Would you like to feast on my platter?”

  The guy nodded but never spoke. Amercia could see he couldn’t have found it arousing because his flaccid dick stayed effortlessly in the same position. Jean’s tits were just visible from the overhang of her belly, each nipple heading in different directions. She parted her arse cheeks, and the skin of darker flesh was now thrust into his face as Jean backed up into him doggy style. The guy pushed his face into her body as he licked her from pussy to arse-hole, nodding his head as he repeated the motion gradually building up speed. Jean let out a small moan of pleasure.

  “Earn your reward you greedy fucking prick,” Margaret said, raising her voice as she lowered the whip into his back in two quick waves, “you can’t make her cum, and you call yourself a man. You are a dirty, greedy little cunt who deserves this punishment.”

  Margaret acknowledged Amercia with a nodding gesture to signal she was aware she was watching. It didn’t seem to be an invitation to join in, not that she wanted to, but the guy receiving a whipping was not in any way displeased. He did everything they demanded from him without speaking or complaining, the whip marks left red impressions on his skin, but not forceful enough to cause any severe pain. The two senior women were well spoken, but the vulgarity from them appeared to be a form of man-hating release.

  “You don’t get the opportunity to do this in Hurghada, do you, Jean? I bet you wouldn’t dare treat your Mohammed like this?”

  Amercia stayed for a few more minutes as the women discussed their younger men in Egypt, giving the impression, they were in some form of relationships at the expense of their riches.

  The dark room was sign posted on the wall towards the end of the hallway where the light dimmed, Amercia leaving the senior women to release their frustrations on the younger man headed for the direction of dark room now in sight around the corner, just as Tim described earlier. She stood at the door entrance, hearing moans of pleasure, footsteps and fumbling around from behind it. The opening looked daunting because the light at this end dimmed so as not to flood the purposely darkened room with light when the door opened. Opening the glow in the dark handle; walking through into the dark room was for Amercia, an entirely new experience. She felt the similarity between this room and the scary ghost rides at the fun fair, not knowing what was coming next.

  Although fully dressed, still with her bag over the shoulder, she felt a hand up her dress to place itself directly over her pussy, other hands fumbled around her breasts with others trying to undress her. The faint outlines of bodies could be visible; most were naked as she reached down and placed her own hands on the genitals of others around her. She grabbed hold of a stiff cock with one hand and realised she could feel a warm, moistening, slightly hairy pussy with the other side. Wanking in one direction and fingering in the other, still somewhat unsteady on her feet she felt an abundance of kisses on her neck that tingled her senses. Having assumed most in here were between thirty to sixty years of age, she was comfortable with the darkroom concept and thought it might be better not to see the faces belonging to the genitalia she so gladly fondled.

  Not wanting to get undressed or continue to end up fucking as her knickers dampened, Amercia nudged her way through a wall of erections to the glowing door handle at the exit. Not forgetting she was now desperate to meet the mysterious, secretive Mr X, she made her way back to the hallway where the lighting was more suitable for her to use her mobile phone. She grabbed the phone from her bag after straightening her dress, wig and knickers, then called Mr X.

  “I’m on floor three, are we able to meet yet? I’ve had a good look round and seen some interesting sites, but I still don’t know why you’ve asked me here or what it is that you want me to do?”

  “Are you enjoying yourself tonight, Amercia. What are your thoughts on the club?”

  “It’s very welcoming; I’ll give you that, thrilled the ride down was amazing in the limo, the atmosphere is great, very sexual and nobody seems to have any hang-ups with themselves, but I am getting the impression members here use escorts as punishable toys. I don’t know how comfortable I would be with that myself. I might not want to be whipped or tied to a bed or cuffed with those beautiful sparkling handcuffs I’ve seen.”

  “Everybody has a price within them. Maybe you just haven’t found yours yet.”

  Amercia considered his response was quite logical, for the right offer she could be swayed into many things if she felt safe enough to try.

  “Where did those diamond looking handcuff’s come from? I bet they don’t come cheap, do they?”

  “Those are gifts to Sordida’s most loyal members because there is a range of glammed up sex toys on offer for those who have been here for years. The fees are high for a social, secretive and self-indulgent environment as this. You can’t go out anywhere else locally naked with your sexual frustrations and games that Sordida caters to here.”

  “But what if I take pictures with my mobile phone? I could take a few pictures and show them anywhere, so it’s not all that discreet. Couldn’t someone else do the same?”

  “Have you not learnt from your experience in room two-three-two; the technology around you is both expensive and impressive. If you take out your mobile phone and start recording video’s or taking pictures, it will flag on our sensors in the same way that cinema’s use state of the art equipment to prohibit piracy on their premises. Security will remove your phone before you’ve even left the building – plus members here and escorts get to know each other. Mutual trust is more of a winning key to ensuring nothing that should escape does so. Learn to trust.”

  Fuck it! She thought to herself; he’s got a fucking answer for everything.

  “You still haven’t told me what you wanted me to do this evening?” Amercia asked, changing the subject completely and vowing not to take any pictures, “are you ready to meet?”

  “You’re the special guest for Sordida’s spectacular prize giveaway this evening. I’ve almost got everything ready; the prizes are out, the raffle tickets have been with everyone for months. It’s another member reward scheme for the club; Sordida likes to give a little back for loyalty. That’s worth remembering.”

  “So, I must pick numbers out of a hat?” she asked, “or spin balls from a drum like a lottery or bingo?”

  “Something like that, so how daring are you?”

  “Not quite sure what you mean?”

  “Come to see me on the next floor; I’ll text you when I’ve hit the buzzer to open the main door in about five minutes, and I’m in the first office on the left. Floor four is the meeting suite for Sordida’s business clients. I’ll see you in five.”

  Amercia hung up the phone and headed back to the staircase.

  Nine

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  tanding by the entrance to the next floor, Amercia held the mobile phone in her hand while waiting for the text message to confirm entry. The double doors were the darkest brown that almost looked black, with Business Suite signed across them both in bold white lettering concealing the secrets of the professional faculty within. Having communicated with Mr X for the last few days by telephone and text messaging, she was thrilled to finally get to meet the man who allowed her entry to Sordida that could potentially earn her more money than her current j
ob in a supermarket. Amercia had always considered herself open-minded without labelling herself; she had always been more diverse compared to her friends and colleagues.

  Escorting would never have been her career path of choice, but those by coincidence she is surrounded by now in her life forget her intelligence and capabilities because stacking shelves part-time now defines her competences. With the internet an excellent means of escapism and webcam sex a total failure for extra income, Sordida was looking every bit the break she needed for decent cash earnings she could use to better her lifestyle. More so since her escorting profile online was not the hit she thought it would be either.

  The mobile phone jolted slightly in her hand as it buzzed to signal a text message received. At the same time, she heard a clicking sound within the double doors, knowing they had now unlocked she pushed them open to enter the business suite area without needing to read her text message to confirm it. The hallway was a completely different appearance to the public rooms on floor three; the business area had closed doors to a row of meeting rooms, some with glass walls that are visible while others were obscured in a blurry overlay to conceal anyone who was inside the room. It all looked of grand two-tone black and grey appearance for generalised business use, wholly immaculate and inoffensive until Amercia looked through the glass wall to her right spotting the black leather sex swing in the centre of the room surrounded by tables with a whiteboard illustrating figures. The room was empty of people, but its contents implied that members might be having business meetings during a live sex session strapped in on a well-used sex swing. It didn’t look ornamental, yet there was even a small pot on a table filled with unopened condoms and lube packets, no other explanation could deter her thoughts on the room practice. It appeared peculiar, so her mind drifted off in the direction of wondering how member’s business meetings took place while having a fuck-fest in the room.