Date: Mon, 17 Oct 2011 08:54:54 +0200
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: The Hostel. Chapter Seven.

     We went into our fourth year, having suffered another police raid
which came to naught again. Mind you, they'd picked the wrong time of the
day to do this, late afternoon with most the occupants out at work. We even
had a Chief Superintendent leading it and I sat in the lounge until they
had finished doing what they had to do before he came and sat down to
lecture me on what would happen. I then spotted Adrian Havers in the lobby
and interrupting this tirade, went out and asked Adrian if he would kindly
go the bar and get a drink for himself and one for me and to say that I'll
sign later, and then come and sit with me and hear what they were saying.

     So I dallied a bit and then went and sat down as Adrian came over and
passed me my drink and he sat down next to me.

     `Now where were superintendent? Could you repeat the question please?'

     `Who is this?' He didn't ask. He demanded.

     `Oh I'm sorry. Mr Havers, please meet Chief Superintendent Bollock.'

     `Bullock!' he seethed.

     `Please forgive me, but it did rather sound like...well whatever, now
the question. I think it was on the lines that I was running a brothel and
that you were going to take further steps. What are those steps please?'

     `I'll have your licences revoked,' he said indicating the bar behind
him.

     `On what grounds?'

     `That this place is a male whorehouse.'

     `Rather strong words since your men have combed the place and found no
evidence of this fact. This is a hostel, not what you have called it.'

     `Your name is Rene Artois, a male, and yet you are sitting here
wearing a dress, why?'

     `The answer is yes to both statements and as to the why. That is my
choice. I like wearing a dress as it is much more comfortable that the
restriction of a tight fitting suit. Cross dressing is not against the law,
or have they moved the goal posts again?'

     `Don't get funny with me Mr. Artois,' he fumed and Adrian put a hand
out and touched my arm, so I stopped baiting him. `And you sir? What are
you doing here?'

     `I live here. Where else in London can a single man find
accommodation, all found at one hundred pounds a week?'

     `With fresh linen every week,' I put in.

     `Hush,' Adrian said to me, so I kept quiet. `This place is a godsend
for people in my position. Bedsits charge nearly the same for a single
cramped room with down the hall, a single bathroom and toilet that in most
cases, is most disgusting. Then not being allowed cooking facilities, have
to eat in cafes and restaurants. Let me tell you sir. There should be many
more places such as this. Tell me, have you ever raided the Y.M.C.A. and
accused those running it of operating it as a brothel?'

     `Don't be preposterous!'

     `Oh was I being so, I do apologise.'

     `This had gone far enough,' the Superintendent said getting up. `Just
be very careful Mr or whatever Artois. We'll be keeping a close eye on this
place.' He was huffing and puffing as he put his cap on and stalked out,
his minions following.

     `Well, I can understand why you wanted me to sit down,' he smiled as
the air suddenly seemed a little bit cleaner. `Just take care Stella,' he
said with a wink. `Thanks for the drink.'

     We did take care as we had always done and didn't see them again for
another year. It was nice to hand over to the night porter and go up to our
rooms and then move into the arms of Phillip, be kissed and petted as we
undressed each other and then get into bed and suck on each other's
erections until I knew he was ready to fuck me. When satisfied, he would
suck me off and then go to sleep both happy with having each other in more
ways than one.

     But a little cloud had crept over the horizon that I ignored which I
shouldn't have done. That cloud had the name of Joan.

     It had become a habit that when I had my day off and went home, Joan
would dine with us, either in her house or ours, it didn't matter. Then
Vicky would dine with Joan and Phillip when he was home, It saved some
cooking on their part but as soon as the meal was over the odd woman would
disappear to leave man and wife alone.

     I was on my day off and Vicky and I were round with Joan as she was
cooking lunch for us. Both were doing what was needed in the kitchen and I
sat on the settee having a large gin and tonic. But with the door open, I
could hear all that they said.

     `Damn!' exclaimed Joan, `I've run out of Soya sauce and I do need it
to make the meal. Do you have any Vicky?'

     `No,' was the reply, me not knowing that Joan knew that we didn't have
any in our kitchen.

     `Be a darling Vicky, and pop down to the shop for me. I can't leave
this, and get a good bottle of wine too.'

     `I'll go,' I called out.

     `No. You sit there, this is your day off. Vicky's going, aren't you
dear. Here's the money. Pick a nice cold bottle please. Oh, the sauce!' So
Vicky came out of the kitchen and went out and I heard the car start and
off she went to the shop for Soya sauce and a bottle of wine. Then Joan
came into the lounge and stood before me and the penny dropped.

     `Soya sauce?' Was all I asked.

     `All I could think of, I threw my bottle away earlier,' she said as
she put her arms up and pushed the straps of her dress off her shoulders to
let it fall to the carpet. She was naked underneath wearing only her shoes
which she stepped out of before coming and kneeling down between my legs.

     `Every since that morning,' as she opened my fly, `in the hostel, I've
dreamed of this,' she said as she pulled out my growing erection at seeing
her swinging breasts before my eyes. Then she bent her head and took me
into her mouth and began to suck on me. Just a few sucks and a tickle or
two from her tongue and I was hard as iron. `I've been wanting this for
weeks now Rene,' she said as she pulled open my trousers and began to try
and get them off while I was still sitting down. I put my glass down and
stood up and let her do the job properly, my erection brushing against her
cheeks as she got them off free from my feet.

     `We don't have long,' she said as she drew me down onto the carpet,
her eyes shining as I moved in between her legs and plunged into her
wetness that was waiting for me. She gave out a cry as I filled her and
then lost myself in the fucking of Joan.

     `God you are bigger than Phillip,' she gasped as I drove hard into
her, feeling her inside muscles clutch at me and saw her shining breasts
that were covered in a fine sheen of sweat. Her smile widened as her eyes
slowly closed and her legs came up high at my waist and clamped against my
sides as she began to bucked up to meet my thrusts.

     `I'm coming,' she gasped, `I'm coming,' screaming this out as she went
rigid and then began to shudder that made me come at the same time. We
heaved and humped each other on the carpet at our coming together and it
was several minutes before we stopped, still enjoined, panting and
breathing heavily.

     `Oh Rene, Rene,' shades of "Allo Allo," I thought as I got my breath
together. `I love you, oh you don't know how much I love you,' she
panted. I couldn't give her an answer so I just kissed her and pulled out
and quickly got my trousers back on.

     `The time Joan, the time,' I said as I looked for my shoes.

     `Christ, yes,' she exclaimed, quickly getting up from the floor and
gathered her dress up along with her shoes at the same time. `Stir the
sauce darling, be down in a minute.'

     I hoped I looked nonchalant as I stirred the sauce when Vicky came
back into the kitchen.

     `I've got the Soya and a lovely bottle of wine. Where's Joan?' she
asked as I continued my stirring, of I hope, the right pot.

     `Upstairs to change, I think,' I replied, hoping that my sweat stained
and creased shirt didn't give the game away, but I don't think Vicky
noticed because Joan came in looking bright and fresh as a daisy.

     `Oh lovely. Now I can finish the sauce. I'll take over now Rene,' she
said with a sweet secret smile to me.

     So we had lunch and I was glad that it was lunch because it gave me
time to recuperate in the department downstairs to be able to give Vicky
satisfaction that night in our bed.

     That was my cloud and over the months it began to grow larger as she
began to seek me out. I know that Phillip fucked her on his days off
because he told me. What alarmed me was some of the stories he began coming
out with. Like did I think that Joan and Vicky could ever get together as
we were? Would Vicky ever take on someone else as a lover? I knew where
these questions were coming from and I couldn't give him any answers, nor
could I question the reason behind the questions.

     She even cornered me in the bathroom one day and we had it standing
up, her with her back to the tiled wall as I rammed myself up inside her
with her legs round my waist while Vicky was downstairs laying the table. I
can't now remember which bathroom of which house we did it in, but I was
now the prey.

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