Myron took great care and laid the writ on a console table in the room so the ink could air dry before he closed the hand bound oeuvre which bore our three signatures.  I admit I felt a wave of relief wash over me knowing that the stack of unpaid bills which were crushing me financially would be taken care of.  My mind wandered.  If I didn't have to work again, what would I do all day?  It all seemed so incredulous, was it a dream?   Melisia poured drinks for Myron and herself.  She didn't offer one to me, but truth be told I was too lightheaded and would have turned down the offer.  I reached for my purse to take out my brush and brushed my mussy, tangly hair while Melisia and Myron spoke to each other in another language, perhaps Slavic, perhaps Germanic, I didn't understand a word in either case.   

Myron and Melisia seemed to be oddly matched couple by age and appearance, but I had heard that this was sometimes how it worked for the uber wealthy.  They entered into arranged marriages, or marriages where men and women of a certain financial largesse or noble lineage would only marry within their blue-blooded circles.  Perhaps this was another reason why they needed me?  Perhaps their marriage was also a contract like the writ and they sought sexual gratification from others instead of having sex with each other?   Or perhaps their sexual needs were too polar and kinky to be satisifed except by a whore?  Melisia announced that it was her turn to play with me, since Myron had already played with "this whore".  I now had a headache, the word whore rung in my brain as if my skull was a bell.  Melisia then stripped down to her black leather high heels.  She had a beautiful toned body, and when she turned around to lay her clothes across the back of a chair, I noted an unusual lower back tattoo that appeared to be a coat of arms or a family crest, that I thought I had seen elegantly drawn in the writ.  

Myron refreshed his drink and sat down in an overstuffed club chair with ottoman right near the bed.  It was clear he was relaxed and would be the audience, for now.  I sat on the edge of the bed, as demure and obedient as I could be.  Melisia approached me with her green cat's eyes focused on me, a feline ready to engage her prey.  She pulled my hair and then pressed her lips to my temple and held them there for a few seconds against my pulse and whispered in my ear, "I will get your blood moving whore."  Then she pushed me back down on the bed and mounted my face so that her rosy, blushing cunt was right above me.  Her cunt was already wet as she lowered it to my face. Before I could react by licking her, she began to fuck my face and smother me with her juicy cunt while she made low instinctive, guttural moans. She rode my face as if it were the rise of a saddle.  My head ached and it was hard for me to time my breaths in between her cunt thrusts. I was gasping for air.  "Now eat my cunt," she demanded.  Did Melisia know I had been literally on the edge of passing out?  I was relieved, at least I would hopefully be able to catch my breath now. I had never been with a woman sexually, although I had been attracted to women for years, I had never acted on my attraction.  Still, I had always found women's bodies to be more aesthetically beautiful than men.  And Melisia had picked up on my wordless attraction to her, even during the weeks she played her role and hunted me at the office in stealth.

I began licking her pussy, her lips, her swollen clit.  "I will train you how to service me whore," Melisia added.    I reached to hold her hips while I dutifully ate her luscious cunt.  Melisia pulled my hair and admonished me,"Do not touch me unless I tell you whore."  At that point Myron spoke up.  "Perhaps the whore should be bound darling." Melisia responded, "I forgot the bag with our ropes and goodies, I was in such a rush after leaving the show.  Next time."  I kept licking Melisia's pussy, I didn't want to miss a beat and disappoint her.  Her juices were all over my face, lips and tongue.  She continued to face fuck me, but more direct now to where I needed to lick and lick and suck on her clit and lips.  "Darling I'm close!"  I was sure these words were for Myron.  I heard him set down his drink and get up from the chair, but I couldn't see what he was doing, he was moving around and then I just caught a quick glimpse of him above me with his belt.  My pulse began racing, I wasn't sure what he was going to do, was it for me, no, oh god no, was he going to?  And then he slipped the belt around Melisia's neck and tightened it and said, "Go darling, go."  In another thirty seconds, Melisia was screaming that she was going, going, going and Myron tightened then released the belt and Melisia fell into him as if he were a prop and he laid her down on the bed, she was panting, her eyelids fluttering, her face drained to a pale porcelain white.  Myron spoke to her in whatever language they shared, the words seemed soothing to her in her semi-conscious state.  There was a red mark around her neck where the belt had been.

Myron spoke to the room, he didn't seem to address me specifically, "You barbaric Americans, you always say you're coming, coming, coming when you have your orgasms. In Europe, we say we are going, going.  It really is a journey to another place, le petit mort, the little death, Melisia enjoys her petit mort.  Go get her a washcloth, warm water and hurry back."  I brought back a warm wet washcloth and applied it to Melisia's forehead..  Myron had placed a bed pillow under Melisia's head and had poured Melisia a small glass of mineral water, which she was sipping.  Melisia cleared her throat and sounded a little hoarse, "Good whore."       

Myron directed me to take a shower, which was welcome, since my ass ached from getting fucked by his cock and my face was sticky with Melisia's pussy juices.  I put on a hotel robe and dried my hair using the hotel blow drier.  I could hear another music selection coming from the hotel room.  I walked back into the room.  Both Myron and Melisia were dressed and Myron was on the phone to their driver.   Melisia still seemed to be a little pale, but had that sexually sated look on her face.  I noticed Myron had the writ under his arm.  I didn't know what to say, if there was even anything to be said.  Myron said, "We will be back. Tomorrow whore."  Melisia smiled.  Then they left, the door slid close behind them.  I walked over to the door.  There was no knob.  There was no keypad.  There was no way out.