Haus: Night 2

Author Note:

For full context, read (and enjoy) the Welcome to Haus series first.

As always, this story exists in a fantasy world of idealized bodies, suspended realities, and risk-free indulgence. Many of the scenarios explored here belong in fantasy alone. In the real world, consent always comes first.

Reader discretion is advised. Know your kinks!

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As one of the Haus Five, we are coveted. Haus isn't a job -- it's who we are.

There isn't a night of the week without at least one of us present. And it's the unknown of will be here when that keeps you coming. But even if who you hoped for wasn't there, by the time the night is over, you've enjoyed yourself enough to know it's worth it to try again.

The real secret is that I'm always here.

And until tonight you've been able to spot me by my long, dark hair - the only dark haired woman of the Five. I've wanted to live out my centerfold fantasies for some time now, and tonight I get to play them out in the real arena when I debut my new bunny blonde locks.

Every night begins the same -- with Callum's inspection. It's his responsibility, and his edict, to ensure we are presented to the exact standards he holds for our image. We know what he wants, what he expects, but he has the final say.

We meet in the back kitchen, rooms away from the club itself, every night before we enter the club. Tonight is no exception. Only the ladies are here for the Wednesday shift though. We have needs too. And it's not just about the money. For most of us the money is irrelevant at this stage in our careers. We like the power. And the pleasure.

When Callum arrives, as he always does, he calls Tate first. Tonight, she's chosen luxury.

Her silver hair hangs in wide curls over her shoulders, the top section pulled back into a Pollyanna and fastened with a white satin bow. A collar of diamonds an inch and a half thick circles her neck, the clasp trailing another two inches of diamonds down her spine. Her heels are clear platforms, exposing her full foot and French tipped toenails. And for her outfit, she wears nothing but a bikini entirely made of pearls -- from the pear halter around her neck to the strings of pearls winding down her tits and banding around her back to the string of pearls across her hips that holds the pearl-strand thong in place.

Callum nods happily the entire time she spins in front of him and she beams before taking her place off to the side.

He calls for Audrey next and I smile wide at the sight of her. She's gone the exact opposite as Tate, no pearls or diamonds to be seen.

No, tonight she wears an open cup fitted vinyl babydoll dress. The wide vinyl straps of the dress run vertically over her shoulders and down her tits before meeting a band that stretches across her ribs below them. Bisecting the vertical straps, another wide vinyl strap runs horizontally over her tits and both nipples are hidden by vinyl pasties adhered to the straps with platinum hardware.

The dress continues with an open cut v down her belly, coming to a point just above her navel, and then solid vinyl across the front and sides of the bodice. But when she spins for him, the back is almost completely bare.

Two vinyl straps keep the bottom of the boddice attached across the tops of the back of her thighs, just under the swell of her ass which is completely visible. No panties of any kind. At the top of the back of the bodice, the series of straps that run across her tits in the front meet in a broad clasp just below her shoulder blades. Her honey hair is tied in a very high pony at the top of her head that cascades down to the top her exposed ass crack. Her matching black heels have tiny platinum padlocks at each ankle.

Callum grabs her hips to turn her so that her bare ass is in front of him and then taps once on her lower back for her to bend over. She bends and spreads her cheeks as she does. I can't see it from here, but I know that he's checking to see if she has a plug in her ass.

By the look on her face when he reaches his fingers between her cheeks, I know she does -- and I know he's playing with it.

He keeps at it for a minute or two while she hangs in place, holding her ass cheeks apart and panting. When he's satisfied he lightly smacks her ass and she joins Tate.

"Rowe," he calls, and I make my way to him.

I know when he sees me that I've both pleased him and fucked up.

I'm wearing a fully open cup lace bustier with matching garters and stockings. No pasties, no panties. Only my stomach and tops of my hips are covered. The back of the bustier is tied in an open lace-up corset closure. I swapped most of my usual black diamond studs in my ear to gold cuffs. And I've gone for a full bardot curl look for my new platinum hair - lots of volume, big curls that make me look like this month's playmate.

"Leave," he tells the other two.

They obey and then it's just the two of us.

"James is in town," he says, voice flat.

I'm surprised. James is one of my regulars, but he always books me in advance. I would've known before now if he was coming.

"Sounds like he came straight from the tarmac. Brought a group with him and booked you for the entire night," Callum explains.

"He must need it bad, then," I say.

Callum nods.

"You're going to be busy tonight," he says. "We won't have time for any of our games. But fuck if I won't be the first one to feel this hole spasm tonight."

He snaps his fingers. "On the floor. Face down, ass up."

I do as he says and before I can prepare myself, he's pressing his hard cock into my cunt.

"This is for me," he says.

"Yes, sir," I say.

"It's not for you," he repeats, "but I want to feel you cumming on my cock."

I tense, thrilled but wary.

"Fucking wearing an outfit like that. Fucking slut," he grunts, picking up his pace.

"I'm not fucking touching you so if you need more than my cock filling you to cum then you better do the work yourself."

"No, sir. You're all I need," I moan.

"Good answer," he moans back and punches his hips faster.

He starts to really pick up a rhythm and it's all I need. I meet each thrust with a squeeze of my cunt around him. He snarls but it only spurs him harder, faster, deeper.

My body tightens, the quick draw of an orgasm building in my belly. It's not what I want. There's no edging or drawn out pleasure, but it feels good and that's enough.

"Fuck," I say. "I'm cumming. I'm cumming."

He groans and stutters, his own release seconds behind mine. Before he can cum inside me he pushes out of me and I scramble to my knees to take his cock in my mouth. My lips are barely around the tip before he's spurting and I work to swallow it all.

When he's finished, he leaves me on the floor and heads for the club. I smile to myself, pussy pulsing through aftershocks of my orgasm, the taste of him still on my tongue. I only give myself a minute though, and then I stand and head for my valet before the night really begins.

I usually start the night on my own terms. Entering the club through my personal entrance, spending some time with the caged dancer over my section, maybe making my way to a few clients who have tighter schedules or would be better served using me earlier in the evening.

Every now and again someone will pay the extra fee to reserve a specific time or even a full night with me though, like James has done tonight. James is one of my regulars, though he's never booked me for a specific time slot. He usually comes in about twice a month, three times if he's entertaining or has to travel and needs something to tide him over.

Tonight Margaret tells me he's in the private section, in room 103, one of the fully outfitted layouts the floor below the Pinnacle. The fully outfitted layouts are still only separated from other sections by glass half walls, and still open to anyone on the lower flowers to see -- like club boxes in an arena -- but they're much more spacious. More than just seating and low-lying tables. The one James has rented has a full table capable of seating six, a king bed, and two separate sitting areas.

I think James is going to really like my hair. It takes the concept of bought and paid for to another level and he loves ownership play. He might cum on sight.

Margaret escorts me to the elevators so I can take them up to James' section, but instead of a security guard waiting for me, I see Callum. He nods ar Margaret and I follow him into the elevator. As soon as the door closes, he pulls the lock lever to keep us in place.

He gives me a chaste, closed-mouth kiss on the lips before wispering against my mouth to turn around and bend over. I do as he says and feel his loafer kick my legs wider apart. When I'm wide as I can be in the cramped elevator, he pushes me down until I'm folded completely in half and have to balance myself on the palms of my hands, the crown if my head flat against the floor.

In my new position, my ass and cunt are on full display in front of him, exposed and open for him.

"Is this outfit your idea of a joke after this morning?" he asks, brushing his fingers over my holes.

"No," I say, feeling the blood rushing to my head.

"No?" he demands.

"No, sir. No, daddy," I correct.

His fingers get greedier, prodding and spreading my pussy lips, stretching my hole just because he can.

"Did you not learn your lesson?" he asks.

"Yes, I did. I promise," I say.

"So after everything I put this cunt through this morning, you thought it would be a good idea to show up tonight with absolutely nothing on it?"

"I wanted to please you," I manage.

"I think you wanted to be a brat," he argues.

I don't respond because his fingers have moved on to my clit and he's rubbing them fast and hard without stopping.

"James likes your pussy fat, right?"

He continues rubbing my clit, using the exact pressure and speed in the exact spot he knows I need. After not touching it at all when he fucked me before, I'm already close to bursting. I try to respond but the orgasm is almost on me and all that I manage is a gutteral keen.

He pulls away suddenly but before I can mourn the loss of his fingers, he is slapping my cunt. Twice, three times, five times and then I hear him open his pants just before I feel his cock plow into my pussy with the first of near continuous hammering thrusts.

"Going to cum on this cock?" he grunts.

"Please," I garble out.

He keeps thrusting but his pace slows and I feel the shift of his body as he stretches over me to release the elevator lock and punch in the floor number for James' section.

The elevator rocks around us and begins to climb just as he pries my asshole apart and starts fingering it as he continues to fuck my pussy.

When the lift chimes and the doors open, the security guard waiting outside gets a full view of me bent in half while Callum continues to fuck one hole and finger the other.

Callum greets him and they make small talk while Callum slides out of my pussy. They're still talking when Callum moves his free hand back to my clit and rubs it furiously while he still plays in my asshole. It doesn't take long and then I'm cumming. He continues to play with me through the full orgasm until I can barely hold myself up.

He pulls his fingers out of me and waits expectantly me for to clean them. I obey and he pushes them deep, gagging me, until I'm coughing up spit.

Before I can swallow it or let it drip out of my mouth, he swans his hand over his cock which still juts out of his barely opened pants and glistens with the juice from my cunt. I stare down at it and then let the saliva pour out of my mouth and onto his cock.

I thank the the security guard for waiting for me, and Callum nods his head for me to start walking, following after me and stroking himself.

When we reach the partition to the section James has rented out, Callum enters the code with the hand not stroking his dick, and gestures for me to continue on ahead through the partition while he follows me. James shoots out of his seat when he sees me, a devilish grin on his face.

"We'll get to the hair in a second," he says, strolling toward us and roaming his eyes over me. "Am I finally getting to meet your Daddy, baby?" he asks, eyes on Callum who is still stroking his cock.

"Yes," I say sweetly, smiling up at Callum. His eyes are on James and he nods in greeting.

"I'm sorry we haven't met before," Callum says. "It's a pleasure."

"Did she not finish you off?" James asks, looking from Callum's cock to my pussy. "Please, help yourself. Don't let her appointment with me stop you. I won't hear of it."

James flexes his tattooed hands before rubbing them over the bulge in his own pants.

"Not at all," Callum says. "She was just warming me up. I'll finish on one of the other women on shift before I find my first prey of the night."

"I like your style, man," James says, extending his hand toward Callum's free one. They shake and Callum nods me forward again. Bought and paid for.

"Why don't you hang out for a little while? I'll have them send someone up to keep your cock warm," James suggests.

Callum tugs on his dick absentmindedly and then nods. "That sounds great, man."

"Any preferences?" James asks, going over to the ordering tablet.

Callum smiles, taking a seat in one of the leather chairs, still stroking himself. "Nah, a hole's a hole. As long as there's three of them, I'm good."

"Right on," James says, tapping in his order. When he's done he turns back to me and motions me forward.

"Back to the hair. Baby, you know I like the brown. All dark and mysterious. Sinful," he says, gesturing for me to spin so he can get the full affect, "But, fuck. You looked like you just stepped out of the centerfold." He adjusts his bulge again.

"I wanted to feel like a fantasy," I say.

"Baby, you were already a fucking wet dream."

"Thank you," I purr. "I liked my hair before too. I got off on it like everyone else."

"Is that right?" he asks, squeezing his cock through his pants.

I nod, simpering. "I like to watch the playback of my shows. I can't even watch regular porn anymore. I get off so much harder when I'm watching myself."

"Fuck," he hisses.

"But I wanted to see a bimbo on the screen, you know? I wanted to watch a little platinum blonde bimbo take all those cocks. They say blondes have more fun and I thought, if there's more, I want it."

"Greedy, greedy," he hisses again, still massaging himself.

"You look like property, baby."

"Tonight, I'm yours," I whisper, pressing up against him and replacing his hand on his cock with my own. "You paid for me. You own me."

"Then why the fuck have I been stroking myself?" he asks, taking his now free hand and grabbing me by the back of the hair.

I smile to myself, feeling my cunt grow wetter, and run the heel of my palm up his shaft through his jeans.

"I'm sorry, sir," I say. "Can I play with your cock? Please?"

"No," he says, pushing me off him. "You're just a greedy little slut, aren't you? You want it for yourself and I don't need a bitch who thinks with her brain. I want a bimbo who knows her place."

"I'm sorry, sir," I beg. "I let myself get distracted. All I can think about is your cock. I know it'll feel good and I want it. But I want to serve you more. I want to be useful to you more than I want to feel good myself. My holes are yours. You own them and you decide if they deserve to service your cock."

"Good fucking answer," he groans.

"If you really want to be useful, lose the fucking clothes. I don't need a slut covered in shit that gets in my way, even if all you've managed to cover tonight is that pierced belly button. If I was your Daddy, you'd either be fully naked at all times or wear only those tiny skirts that are long enough to hide your clit. I need access whenever I fucking want it," he says.

"That sounds like the perfect arrangement," Callum laughs from behind me. "Should I replace your entire closet, baby?"

"Yes, Daddy," I moan back.

James swings up and smacks me in the cunt. "Why aren't you naked yet? You should already have my cock in a hole, and you're still standing there."

"I'm sorry, sir," I say, quickly doing as he says.

I strip out of everything except the heels which he nods approvingly at. He reaches around me to grab something off the coffee table.

"Because you're too fucking stupid to know how to listen, I think we'll remind you what you're useful for."

He kicks my legs apart and reaches between my legs again, the thong he grabbed off the table balled up in his fist, and shoves the panties into my pussy. Part of the string pokes out of my hole and he takes three fingers and twists them inside to shove the g-string further into me. It has to be from one of the women he or his buddies already hired for the night. I moan at how dirty this is and he laughs.

"Mouth on dick before I put something else in there too," he says.

I squat in front of him, spreading my legs so he can see my pussy, and expect him to groan at the sight, but instead he leans forward and grabs me by the throat.

"Stop thinking and get to work," he says, bringing my head down to his lap and forcing his cock into my face. I open on instinct and suck is cock into my mouth, bobbing and sucking while he moves his hands to my hair to hold me in place.

"She was right. The blonde hair did make her dumber. Too fucking bad it didn't make her more useful," James says to Callum while he chokes me on his cock.

"You think if we keep her blonde, I should have her get some more work done?" Callum responds.

James' cock stutters in my throat before he starts thrusting and abandons all pretense of me doing the work.

"What are you thinking? Bigger tits?"

"Might be nice," Callum says. "They're great now. So much fucking better than what she had before."

"That's right," James says, but I'm not sure if it's in response to Callum or to me gagging on his dick.

"But I'd be crazy if I didn't think she'd still look better with bigger. I could have her pierced again. Maybe a vertical hood?"

"Fuck that would be hot," James says, fucking my face.

"Ever thought about a tattoo? Like a brand? Property of Callum Avery or some shit?" James groans.

"I thought about tally marks once. Inside her thigh - all the cocks she's taken in her holes. But there wouldn't be enough room on her fucking body."

James laughs, and then I hear the sound of heels on the tile, presumably the woman James ordered for Callum.

"I thought it might be nice to have what you're used to," James says. I can't see anything but his pubes, but I'm sure from his tone that it's a dark haired beauty with Callum now.

"Fucking great tits on this one too," Callum comments.

James pulls me back by the hair and twists my face to look at Callum and his new companion.

"You think her tits are bigger than yours?"

I try to answer but he's squeezing my throat and nothing comes out.

"Go stand with her, tits to tits. I want to measure," James says.

I obey and go to stand in front of her. She's shorter than I am in my heels and so I have to partially squat to get our tits to match up. As i do, Callum reaches his fingers up to play with the thong in my cunt. I know I can't react, that I have to stay still, or James will be upset again, and so I do my best.

"Definitely bigger," Callum notes. "Rowe's are higher though, better shape. And the piercings always get me."

"The real question is if they bounce the same," James says.

Callum nods. "Both of you on the table," Callum says. "All fours."

"Alright, man, let's rate them on full swing, bounce, and hang shape," Callum says.

James nods and then Callum is behind me. He spreads my legs wider, pushing my ass down so that he can get the right leverage and then he starts plowing into my ass. My body lurches forward but a smack to each ass cheek has me regaining my positioning.

My tits rock painfully as he pistons in and out of my ass, but that's the point. It's only 90 seconds or so and then he pulls out of me without a word and shoves his cock into her ass. He starts railing her beside me, her tits rocking just as violently.

"I mean, I think that Rowe's were better on all accounts, but maybe they swing differently when you fuck the other hole," James says.

"Good call," Callum grunts, "But I only put my cock in her pussy and it's already full. Let's see it one more time when I fuck her ass, see if that gives you some better comp material," he says, switching from her to my hole. He thrusts several times and then switches back to her again.

"I think Rowe's the winner," James concedes.

"How embarrassing for you," Callum tells the woman he's plowing. She nods and hangs her head in shame. He continues to jackhammer her on the table but James whistles for me and I slide off the table and crawl to him.

"You getting wet, baby?" he asks me.

"Yes, sir."

"Let me see you play with it," he says.

"Yes, sir," I say, moving to get on the table in front of him so he has the best view.

"No, baby, come sit beside me. Keep your legs spread and I'll still be able to see."

I obey and sit beside him, butterflying my knees and dropping my fingers to my clit. I start teasing it, rubbing back and forth and gliding my fingers down to circle my entrance. He reaches a hand around me to grab my throat again, not moving me, just needing to choke me while he watches my fingers puff up my pussy.

He loves to torture my cunt. Get it really swollen, fat clit, sopping wet, and then push me over the edge. He alternates between edging me, never letting me cum, even when Callum hasn't put limits on me, and forcing me to cum so hard and so many times that I forget my own name by the end.

Callum is still sawing into his woman's ass, but her tits are now smashed against the table, his foot on her face so that he doesn't have to look at her while he pounds her ass.

"Look how good she takes that dick," James tells me. "You like watching Daddy fuck someone else?"

"Yes, sir," I say, pinching my clit.

He snaps his fingers and another woman approaches the couch from behind. She was just eating his friend's ass, but she knows who paid the bill and left him on his knees to come when James called.

"Bring her a wand," he tells the woman, "Might as well grab the clamps too. Clovers," he says.

"Yes, master," she tells him.

Callum raises his brow at James. "You go by Daddy," James chuckles.

"Only to her," he grunts, jerking his head at me. "I don't let the others address me at all."

"You're a god," James says.

"Hey, now. That's a great one. Maybe I should give that one a try."

James laughs and when the woman returns with the toys he snaps again for her to come stand in front of him.

"Oh sweetheart, looks like Micah got you good," he says, eying the cum dripping down her inner thighs. "If you're lucky, he'll give each of your holes a matching contribution."

"I hope I get that lucky, master," she says.

"Go ahead and put the clamps on her tits. I'll take the wand for now. After the clamps are on - tight - eat her cunt."

"Yes, master," she says.

"Thank you, sir," I groan when she clamps my first nipple.

He laughs, turning the vibrator on and running it along his shaft. "Don't thank me yet. You've only been here twenty minutes and you're mine for the night. You still don't know if you get to cum tonight."

I suck in a deep breath when the second clamp cinches down.

"What do you think, Callum. Should she get to cum tonight?"

"Your decision tonight, man. I had her on the sybian at home this morning. She's long past any restrictions I could've set for today."

"Fuck man," James says. "You ride out some orgasms this morning, baby?"

I nod my head, already losing the ability to talk while the woman starts chewing on my clit.

"You squirt for him?" he asks me.

I nod my head more fervently.

"You watch yourself getting fucked while you rode it?"

"She watched me edging myself with the stupid teddy she tried to wear in my bed last night."

"Tried to cover up the goods did she?" he asks.

"I reached over at 7am to put my morning wood in her ass and got cock blocked by silk."

"Like I said man, naked at all times."

"She's going to be for the rest of the week, aren't you?" Callum teases me.

"Yes, Daddy," I manage.

"I locked her closet," Callum laughs.

"My man."

"She eating your cunt good, baby?" James asks me.

I moan in response and he slaps one of my clamped tits. "Use your words, slut."

"Yes, sir," I say.

"Better," he says, nodding.

Callum starts to groan, slowing his pace while a shudder wracks through his body. I tilt my head back, watching him and hearing his noises while someone's eating my pussy threatening to send me over the edge. James doesn't stop me though, just keeps running the wand along his shaft while he stares at the ass of the woman eating me out, and chuckles at my reaction.

Callum picks up his pace again but it's only a few more pumps and then he stills, releasing his load deep in her ass. He pulls out, leaving her where she is and walks to the back of the couch where James and I are sitting.

He doesn't say anything, doesn't even look at me, but I know what he wants. I scoot myself further back into the seat, the woman whose mouth is attached to my clit following me, so that I can truly lean my head back over the top of the couch. It's not a low enough back for me to be in quite the right position, but low enough for him to push his dick into my waiting open mouth.

I swirl my tongue around him, trying to pull as much of him into my mouth as I can so that I can clean him properly. I can only manage half his cock in this angle though so he pulls out and uses my hair as a towel to clean the rest of it.

He leans down to for a sloppy, open mouthed kiss, before he tucks his dick away and reaches out to shake James' hand again.

"Enjoy tonight, man. Thanks for letting me crash your evening," Callum says.

"Anytime, friend. Appreciate all the work you do here," James says.

Callum nods his thanks and turns back to me one last time, putting his fingers to my lips. I open my mouth for him and let him finger my face hole, playing with my tongue, making me gag, until he's satisfied.

"Please him," he says, fingers in my throat.

"Yes, Daddy," I choke out over his hand.

Satisfied, he withdraws his fingers and makes his way back out of the section, presumably to slip away to his office and check in with his team now that I'm set up.

"I like your daddy," James says, leaning over to wipe the drool off my chin with his thumb.

I bite my lip, my body starting to tremble as the woman between my legs drives me closer and closer to an orgasm.

"Fuck, baby. You are so fucking sexy," James purrs.

He grabs my wrist and puts my hand on his cock, the wand off and discarded for the moment.

"Rock fucking hard. Have been since the drive over. Need you so fucking bad. Almost had to rent one of the little things that walks the floor at coat check."

"And now you have me all night," I manage, giving him a squeeze.

"Go ahead and cum," he chuckles, watching me, "I want to talk to you before the night really begins and I can't have you brainless just yet."

I moan and reach my free hand down to the woman's head and hold her to my cunt while I grind against her. It doesn't take long, seconds really, and then I'm cumming hard.

She keeps fucking me with her tongue all the way through and when she finally pulls away James snaps at her to go back to Micah without a word. He snaps his fingers at the woman Callum left on the table and motions for her to follow the first woman.