Crazy Guy

Vivian turned around to see who had spoken. It was a young Caucasian lady dressed as a maid with a plain black masquerade mask hiding her face.

So, she wasn’t the only escort on duty tonight, huh? Vivian nodded once and did as she was told. She climbed onto the long dining table and lay on it.

More masked maids showed up bearing platters of food, which they carefully arranged on Vivian’s naked body from her chest down to her pubic area. There was sushi, salads, sliced fruits, and sandwiches.

Once the ladies were done laying out the food, they stepped back and stood by the wall in a row. The men approached the table and ate the food off Vivian’s body.

She noticed that Oscar didn’t join them. Instead, he remained seated at the head of the table where he’d been since she entered the dining room. He was watching everything that was going on with a keen eye.

The men took their time to pick the food from her body. Some used chopsticks, and some used silverware.

Despite the weirdness of the scenario, Vivian was enjoying the moment. It was almost as if they were eating bits and pieces of her body. It was sensual and oddly intimate.

When they were done eating, they stood up and slowly began to take off their clothes. The maids too began to undress, and before long, everyone except the billionaire was naked.

One by one, they paired themselves till there were twelve couples in the room making out openly. Somehow, Vivian knew that she was supposed to remain on the table and watch the sexy scene play out.

Before long, the couples were all over the place, having sex. Some were on the floor, some on the chairs, some by the walls. Everywhere you looked, a man and woman were having hot sex.

It was Vivian’s first time witnessing an orgy, and she almost couldn’t take it. Her nipples were taut, her core dripping wet, and her breath coming out in shallow bursts. She wanted to join in the fray so badly, but she knew she needed to wait for Oscar’s signal before she made any move.

She turned her head to look at him and realized that he was watching her. What the hell was he waiting for? Wasn’t he going to participate in the orgy?

When he didn’t give her any signal, she looked away and turned her attention to the writhing bodies and loud moans that had pervaded the dining room. Vivian was so horny that she wished she could fuck herself.

It was pure torture and a part of her liked it because she knew when her release finally came, it would be explosive.

“Get up and leave,” Oscar growled, startling her. He’d quietly come to stand beside her.

“What abou – “

“Your money will be on the bed when you return to the bedroom,” he said curtly, cutting off her question.

Vivian was confused by his coldness. Had she offended him in some way? Was she supposed to have gotten off the table to join him in his seat? Did she miss his signal?

She sat up and looked at him. “Did I do something wrong?”

“Celia, please leave now,” he said stiffly. “There’s a bathroom in the room you came from. You can wash up there before you get dressed. Goodnight,” he said and returned to his seat.

Fucking prick! Vivian thought angrily and got down from the table. She took one last look at the couples shagging furiously all over the room, then she marched out with her head high.

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When Vivian got home in the early hours of the following day, she was still smarting from how rudely Oscar had treated her. If truth be told, she was the one who should be offended.

She was the one who had food piled on top of her like she was some kind of human tray. She was the one who had to lie still and endure the torture of watching people have sex all around her, so what the hell was the freaky billionaire mad about?

That will be the last time he sees me, she thought angrily as she drifted off to sleep on her couch. She was still dressed in her scandalous green gown and knock-out wig.

Later that day, she ran into Cynthia on campus. They decided to hang out and have lunch together at their favorite café.

“I see you’ve gotten quite busy these days,” Cynthia mused.

“Yeah, Momma D has been keeping me on the roster back to back,” Vivian laughed.

“Be careful, Viv,” Cynthia warned. “Momma D may act like you’re her favorite and all, but she’s just looking out for her bag. You need to strike a balance, so you don’t burn out or neglect other aspects of your life. I know the money is good, but you need to take it easy before this job takes over your life.”

Vivian nodded in agreement. She knew her friend was right. She could see how she was already getting carried away with the money and luxurious living that she’d almost forgotten about her studies.

“I, for one, do not intend to do this forever,” Cynthia continued. “Once we graduate next year, I’m quitting. I’ve been doing this job for nearly a year now. So trust me when I tell you that you can get carried away with it if you don’t focus on your goals.”

Her last statement got Vivian thinking. What was her goal in life? To continue selling her body and living like a princess, or to invest her money wisely now and build long-lasting wealth? And what about settling down one day to have a family of her own?

“You’re right, Cynthia,” she said thoughtfully. “It’s easy to get lost in this kind of life. I am thankful that I had a friend like you who can set me straight and help me refocus on what’s important.”

“What are friends for?” Cynthia laughed.

Vivian’s phone rang, and she checked the screen to see who was calling. It was Momma D.

“Speak of the devil,” Vivian muttered.

“Momma D?” Cynthia asked.

She nodded, then answered the call. “Hello, Momma D.”

“Vivian, my darling,” Momma D responded enthusiastically. “How are you?”

“Great. What’s up?”

“Darling, let’s just say you have officially become the billionaire’s pet. He wants to see you again tonight.”

Vivian felt her blood boiling in her veins. “I’m sorry, that won’t be possible. I have a test tomorrow, and I need to study tonight.”

Momma D gasped. “Vivian, you can’t turn him down. He’s one of my best clients.”

“Well, that’s too bad. I am a student, and my education matters to me. Let him find someone else.”

“Can’t you just write the damn test another time?” Momma D snapped impatiently.

“No, I can’t,” Vivian insisted calmly.

She relished this opportunity to finally stick it to that jerk of a billionaire. How dare he request her again after the shitty way he treated her the other night? Who did he think he was?

Momma D sighed. “Fine, but just know that this will affect your ratings here. I’ll have to push you down the roster since work is no longer a priority to you.”

“I understand,” Vivian replied. 

She didn’t care if Momma D never called her for a job again. If she was smart and prudent, the money she had at her disposal presently would last her for a while. To hell with Momma D and her perverted clients!

The call ended abruptly with no goodbyes. Vivian knew that the matron was annoyed, but there was nothing she could do about it. According to the rules, she could accept or reject a gig.  

This time, she’d chosen to reject it, so there was no reason for Momma D to be so pained about it. She could always find a replacement from her overflowing bank of escorts.

“I hope you didn’t turn down that job because of what I said?” Cynthia asked her. “I’m not saying you should stop working; I’m just saying you need to find a way to balance it out with the other aspects of your life.”

“I understand you, Cynthia. And no, I didn’t reject that job because of what you said. The client she wanted me to see was the same guy who practically chased me out of his house like I was a pest.”

“Why? What happened?”

“I don’t know, maybe he’s mentally disturbed. I did everything he asked me to do, but he still sent me off like I wasn’t supposed to be there in the first place. Crazy guy.”

Cynthia laughed. “In this line of work, you’ll meet all sorts of people. Some are downright crazy, but they don’t even know it. Trust me, I’ve seen it all.”

The girls giggled and swapped horror stories about the strangest clients they’d serviced. After their chat, they left the café to attend their next round of classes for the day.

When Vivian got home later that day, she received another call from Momma D.