The Terrace View Apartments Part 7

For most, we would simply be called upon to service the various sexual needs of our residents in their private rooms. That could mean a night of exquisite pleasure, or in the case of Mr. Johnson, it could mean several hours of constant pain and torture. Fortunately, I was frequently protected from Mr. Johnson’s "moods", as Mistress Kendra would reserve my services for a night on the town. I truly loved those evenings when we would drive to a nice restaurant or nightclub and enjoy a night out as two girlfriends.

Mistress Kendra loved to dance, so we usually ended up at her favorite club. I would usually be wearing 5 or 6-inch heels, but I too enjoyed dancing, so I put up with the sharp pain in my feet in order to please my mistress. I lived to only serve her needs, and it showed in my dancing. Almost always, we would only get a few dances in before a group of men would surround "those two sexy lesbos" and offer to make real women out of us both.

Mistress Kendra always accepted on my behalf, and so I always ended up sucking off or being fucked by an anonymous stranger or two in the parking lot.

But just once, it wasn’t a complete stranger who fucked me.

It was Mike Summers, my best friend from my old life in Chicago. He certainly didn’t recognize me as his old college buddy. Of course, I had undergone a radical physical change since we last spoke. And, as I spent most of the night with my mouth wrapped around his penis or facing away from him as he slammed into me from behind, he never got a good look at my face.

Still, I recognized him immediately. In between slurps on his cock, I coyly asked what he was doing in Houston. Mike explained that he had accepted a great job here when his best friend was a no-show at the company. Now he was living out a new life as a sexy single with a great job, a nice apartment and a lot of free time to fuck his way though the best that Houston had to offer.

I was jealous for a brief moment.