Slechts Groot : Part 3

There was another short round of staggered applause, given by the few people who still were watching closely. With a mood similar to an audience at a small rock concert of famous musicians, it definitely had been an Amsterdam Red Light District, anything goes, crowd. Where else, in 1970, would a crowd see such things done to a woman and then show an extreme appreciation by giving repeated hoots, hollers, yells, and loud applause?

Angie went back out to the lounge, and left Jaimie in the dressing room alone. Kees was waiting for that moment. He walked in on Jaimie as she was inserting a "freezer pop" into her pussy; not that it matters when kept inside a plastic wrap, but it was rather interesting that only strawberry (aardbei) had been in the freezer. Kees handed her an envelope. When she looked inside, she saw $1800 in cash.

"It does not matter that they brought Slechts Groot to you, over here at Aardbei. You still get paid as a Slechts Groot girl. $1200 from the club, and $200 from each guy, as a tip. That is how you got to $1800. You know, that was quite a good show!"

"Yes, I know very well." Intense, and said while grabbing at her pussy. "Still, there were moments..."

"What , where you were having a real good time?"

"Yeah, moments." Admitted haltingly and somewhat shamefully.

"Ah, Jaimie, you don't know how much I have been depending on you being appropriately perverted. I have been hoping you were that way, since that first day when I saw you on the bridge. And you have never let me down!"

Her first response was to knit her brow. Then she unknitted it, then relaxed it, and, finally, lifted her eyes brightly, all the while curling her mouth up into the cutest smile. "I must admit, from that first day, I have done things that would horrify my family and every girl who I grew up with. Gee, I don't know. You'd think that I was the star of one of those slutty wife stories, or something like that. One of those silly impossible women! But, I am not. I'm me. And this is real. And, because it is, I am supposed to feel guilty? Guilty about having great connections with many men? And guilty about having a used pussy? Well, I don't feel that way. Guess that does make me perverted."

"Quality perversion!"

"Why thank you!" To be interpreted by her gestures as both sarcasm about sex and, when holding up the envelope, a sincere thanks for the money.

In Kees's brothel business world, this had been a wonderful sex PR event. It certainly would be talked about for a long time throughout the RLD. True versions, exaggerated versions, any and all coverage of Jaimie on the mat was valuable. One story that would be sure to make it around would have to indicate that Slechts Groot would occasionally share its normally hidden assets with Aardbei. The possibility of sneak peaks, surprise performances and the general extreme perversions would all be a draw to the more open traffic of Aardbei. And the Slechts Groot boys would go back to their club and tell of another beautiful conquest; of course, that would then lead to more huge penises hunting down Jaimie...and on and on and on. Kees's plans were coming to fruition.

Another calculation was based upon Jaimie's survival of something like the three man tag team event that had just occurred. Such an event was necessary to introduce part of the Slechts Groot duties to her, and increase what might be called her dynamic range. Such a change in range would allow the unrestrained use by Slechts Groot clients, while, at the same time, giving Jaimie slightly more protection from severe injury. All this planning represented Kees's main talents, the creation of both 'extreme sexual athletes' and financial profit. In Jaimie's case, it was easy to see that financial interests were protected, every time he used his experience to keep that special sexual athlete from being sidelined.

"Jaimie, you may take your earnings, go home, rest and recuperate."

"I'll stay."

"Stay? Like that?" He pointed at the bright red pussy with the ice pop inside it, and the dabbing washcloth that still came up occasionally with a new stain.

"I've got a few regulars out there, waiting. And, at least the two, who I saw, like my ass. They can fuck it. Anyway, they'll probably be very entertained by just asking me about the stage fuck. If I tell them a little of my side of it, they probably will shoot off immediately!" Smiles.

Kees slowly shook his head yes. But the yes had more to do with the acknowledgment that he had helped create this new intense and filthy form of Jaimie. He even considered that she might be more '...of everything' than he had predicted. With that yes, he accepted her decision. She later returned to the lounge, where something like an entourage formed around her. No autograph requests, but still a lot of attention was given to and from Jaimie. Four anals and some story telling later, she did go home early.

As she came through the doorway to the apartment house, she remembered that she had not retrieved the mail from her key lock box.

When she did, she found a letter from Dave. She hurried up the stairs to her room, opened the letter and began to read about his first couple of weeks at school. All productive, all providing an early foundation for what Dave hoped would be a high ranking throughout his MBA. He did not want to just be a graduate. Jaimie found it rewarding to see that Dave was back to having goals and pursuing them; he was a lot better at that than knocking around aimlessly in Holland.

And the letter made her feel a little homesick. But some very basic values had been changed recently, and Jaimie was, as Kees suspected, quite different from the girl who was first seen atop a canal bridge. So, the homesickness was quickly replaced with the memories of the penises that had been so deeply a part of her earlier tonight. She was ashamed to instantly leave such nice 'home' thoughts. Yet, the more extreme sex had become a common occurrence for Jaimie, and she realized, at least for the moment, that all the sexual events had become part of an addiction. Her sexual experiences had gone from domestic to hard core professional in only 14 weeks. And she was not just tolerating everything up to, and including, abusive sex, she was enjoying it.

In her return letter to Dave, Jaimie revealed only what she thought his readiness could tolerate. She remembered his response to Angie and the 10 PM show. Since that had been some kind of positive experience for Dave, she thought that she would give him what was now old news. So, she told him of her now frequent 10 PM shows with the two black men. Additionally, she added to his imaginary revision of the events by detailing some of her own graphic memories. Her details purposefully made each show as obscene as she could make it. Maybe he would like visualizing her as the white center of an Oreo cookie? She was really no longer sure what might further turn him on, rather than off. It was a gamble, but she went with the Oreo image.

In the note, as an almost afterthought, she mentioned that she would stay an additional 6 to 12 weeks in Amsterdam. That was another particular that she was not sure about. But she would tell Dave the '6 - 12 weeks'. She was sure about the money now being second in importance, that the shocking extravaganza was primary. Her ever increasing physical and mental sensations at Aardbei made her wonder if she could ever go back to ordinary sex. In her mind, both the ordinary sizes and the ordinary meanings did not seem desirable. They were, well, ...ordinary.

Kala was only able to finish the tour of Slechts Groot for Jaimie during a time when it was completely closed. Jaimie could sum it all up as a 'modern dungeon'. Strange show areas abounded. Some areas, Kala left completely unexplained, feeling that Jaimie did not 'need to know'. A major surprise for Jaimie was the means of entry to the club. The large front doors were rarely used. Rather, the members would drive their cars, or have their limos driven, directly into an attached garage. With that technique, no one saw them enter or, in any manner, even knew they were inside the club.

During the next two weeks, Jaimie saw her regulars, which included Arman. Though he knew Kees, and understood the inevitable, he still was slightly let down when he was told of the three other Slechts Groot members' mattress performance with Jaimie at Aardbei. His thoughts were that it would now be confusing as to who was responsible for her stretching. He actually mentioned to Jaimie that her pussy looked 'really worked over', and that she was definitely more loose. Rather than dwell on what had been done, he took advantage of the changes, and was able to start out banging her intensely. That complete depth and rapid frequency kept up constantly for over 15 minutes, ending with their simultaneous orgasms. Arman's visits always produced twice as much pay from the club (since he was a Slechts Groot member), and a 200 dollar tip. Thus, he provided 344 dollars and some maintenance dilation with every visit.

With all that Kees had planned and directed, it was not possible for Jaimie to be ignorant of his methods of operation. So, it was no surprise to her when he, somehow, came up short on staff at Slechts Groot within one week of the completion of Jaimie's tour. He presented the situation to her when she arrived at 9 PM. His need was presented with the same intense dire straits interpretation that he had always used on Jaimie. She thought of quick comebacks like 'Oh, yeah? How could such a thing happen to such a well prepared guy?'. But, finally, she decided that such responses only blew off a little steam and changed nothing. So, this time, Jaimie just went directly to a conditional acceptance.

"I will try it...only try it!"

She crossed over to Slechts Groot. She had already put on a black tassel top, a black, real, G-string, and black high heels. She knew that the outfit would not last long, and that she might as well have walked through the door completely nude and already heavily lubricated. The reality of her entrance was very close to what she expected. She had just said 'Hi' to Kala, when, immediately, a scene at the other end of the open area grabbed her attention. There were three members working on a petite blonde, who was strapped to a slant board. Her legs were spread wide, and her bright blue stilettos were both close to falling from her feet, as one man was pumping up a heavy duty inflatable dildo that had already been shoved inside the girl's vagina. The other two men chewed on her nipples and squeezed her breasts hard.

Kala motioned her head toward the girl. "Betty. Another American, like you. What they are doing to her? Well, it gets a lot rougher. All that, she was not required to do. She volunteered after being offered a very large tip from each man."

Jaimie turned to watch. The two men working on Betty's breasts were biting her nipples viciously. Jaimie could not see exactly what they were doing; however, as she peered through the dim lighting, she believed that she saw them lift the top portion of Betty's body by only the nipples held tightly in their teeth. 'Now that seemed rough!'

Kala was telling Jaimie that there already was a group of 4 - 6 heavy hung members who were planning to take Jaimie to the little sunken stage for a complete workout. Jaimie was attempting to fathom what Kala had just said, especially since she remembered that fucking was a right that these guys could enforce anytime anywhere. Her cautionary thoughts were interrupted by Betty's loud yells. Jaimie swivelled to look at the Betty project. The same two were still chewing on her nipples, still stretching them. The man between her legs was certainly working with an abnormally large inflatable dildo, one that was capable of much more expansion than any typical inflatable. He had switched over to a foot pump and was pumping Betty with great efficiency. Her belly appeared as if she were 5 - 6 months pregnant. And the balloon type device had pushed back upon her opening, making it both wide and long. The pumper stopped long enough to play with Betty's clit.

Kala tapped Jaimie on her shoulder. "Jaimie this is Bill. Bill, this is the girl who you have heard so much about."

Bill looked at the ponytails that controlled her raven hair tonight. Then, he scanned her face and body. "Oh, so beautiful, so very beautiful." He stopped and shifted to a different expression of amazement.

Almost like the old brothel joke, "What the hell are you doing here. Really. I mean, you could do anything. Why are you doing this, and here?"

"You're the first person to ever ask. And here I am without a good answer." Smiles. "Perhaps I am just a perverted American."

"As am I !"

"I suspect it would probably turn you on, if I said that the money was second place and that the 'great sex' was the number one draw? That's the turn on for a guy, right?" She looks directly at his large penis.

"Oh, God yes."

"Well then that is the answer. Sex like at no place else!"

"Alright. Girl, I know some guys that want to be inside that beautiful body of yours. Hey." Bill looked at her left hand and held it up.

"Is that a wedding ring?"

"Yes."

"Does he know?'

"Some. He knows about Aardbei, not Slechts Groot. And he is in the U.S. right now."

"Wow. Will he be able, that is, will he be big enough to fuck you any more?"

"No. I don't think so."

"Well, let's make certain." And Bill, still holding onto that left hand while rubbing her wedding band, led her through the sound proof door and to the sunken stage. Just as she was going through that door, she heard Betty screaming and panting, sort of like she was having a baby. The man was still pumping the foot pump like mad, and Betty appeared 7 months pregnant. Then the door shut behind Jaimie. Just as the sound from the club's lounge was so effectively squelched by the door closing, the sound of multiple male voices was clearly heard around the next corner. When she and Bill arrived at the top of the stairs that led down to the sunken stage, Jaimie was confronted with 5 more heavily endowed men who expected to fuck Jaimie. Another 'heads up', or should it be 'penises up', had obviously been given by Kees.

The men were all extremely friendly to Jaimie. Smiles abounded, and penises grew, and grew, and grew... They all seemed very happy to see her. Two or three of the six 'hung' out around the sunken stage area quite often, whenever they arrived at Slechts Groot. Those men always hoped for, but did not often get to catch a newbie. When they did catch one, it was part of their reward to be able to test the limits of the girl. Actually, it was more than test. This whole stage, setup, and pack attack was a direct reflection of a supposed bygone era - an era that developed the Roman orgies and the brutal sex spectacles of old. These rich men were the equivalent of perverted Roman senators. However, it is very doubtful that even one senator was equipped like Slechts Groot men.