Author: calylia
Title: S3
Part: Chapter 5
Universe: Lemonade Paradise
Summary: the slow and consensual corruption of a conservative country girl to be a sex worker.  
Keywords: humil, voy, ws
Created:  12/24/2003
Last Modified: 12/24/2003

This story contains adult material.  if you're under legal age where you live, or you are offended by materials that alludes to sex and sexual practices, you should stop reading before the dotted line below
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Patti's stomach churned as she sat on the taxi.  I can't believe this, she thought to herself, I had just been fired from the only job that fit my schedule, and my roomate is being held prisoner somewhere.    
  
Her imagination went wild as she thought of all the possibilities.  What could she have done to get money that was so dangerous?  Was she selling drugs?  Weapons smuggling?  She was so frantic that she called for a taxi.  I probably can't afford to waste anymore money this close to paying the rent, Patti thought gloomily, but I just hope that Tricia is alright.  
  
"We're here, miss."  The taxi driver interrupted her thoughts.  
  
Patti looked out the window and gasped.  She was expecting a broken down house, lightless and dark.  What was in front of her, however, was completely different.    
  
She saw a posh, expensive looking entrance.  Clear glass double doors gave entrance to a pure marble floor, buffed and waxed to reflective clarity.  An ornate sign over the door said: Lemonade Paradise.  Patti looked back down at her note.  The name matched Tricia's description,  but Patti was not convinced.  
  
"Are you sure this is the right address?"  Patti narrowed her eyes suspiciously.  
  
"Look miss," the taxi driver replied, "I've got 5 more pickups.  I'm in no mood to joke."  
  
Confused, but intimidated by his reponse, Patti paid the driver and got out.    
  
Patti did not want to go in.  She looked down at herself;  she was wearing her work blouse, complete withn name tag, and plain pants.  Presentable, but probably not acceptable for an environment like this.      
 
As she walked towards the door for a closer look, a door attendent got up from her chair.  The door attendant was wearing a spotless uniform, complete with hat and gloves.  Oh no, Patti thought to herself, She's going to come personally to throw me out.   
 
Instead, the woman held the door open for Patti.  Patti was so shocked, she did not know what to say or think.  Who would have ever thought that someone would open the door at a posh place of business when she was dressed so shabbily.  “Excuse me?”  Patti inquired, “I'm looking for the Lemonade Paradise Personal Division?” 
 
“That'd be on the third floor, Ma'am.”  The woman smiled.  Despite the conservatism of the uniform, the door attendant was remarkable attractive.  Rather than surpress the woman's beauty, the uniform enhanced it.  The woman had fair skin and light blonde hair.  This was contrasted by the black material of the uniform, and complimented by the pale yellow trim.  The Lemonade Paradise Logo was clear on the beret she was wearing. 
 
Her smile reassured Patti somewhat, but not enough to feel comfortable. 
 
“Thank you,” Patti smiled back weakly.  Was she expecting me to tip her?  Patti's thoughts were all over the place.  Oh no, I don't have any small bills on me.  Would she think that I'm too cheap to tip her? 
 
“The elevators are straight down the hall, Ma'am.”  The door attendant pointed down the hallway, “you can't miss it.” 
 
Patti quickly walked by her to avoid being uneasy, fearing that the door attendant would cough or something to indicate a tip is needed.  She was scared that when she looked back, and the door attendant would be glaring at her.   
 
“Have a nice evening!”  The door attendant said behind her.  Incredulously, Patti looked behind her.  The woman smiled and waved.   
 
Patti tried to calm her thoughts as she walked down the hallway.  She thought she was going to get thrown out for sure!  Her feeling of dread, however, came back when she got to the elevator.   
 
It was one of those old style elevators;  instead of an enclosed box, it was an open one, complete with ornate gates and gold trims.  An elevator attendant opened the gate for Patti when she arrived.   
 
“What floor, Miss?”  The attendant smiled at her.  If not for her hair colour, Patti would have thought she was a mirror image of the door attendant.  Although they both had the same tidy and spotless uniforms that complimented their figures and skin tone,  the elevator attendant's raven tresses gave her a more mysterious aura. 
 
 “Third, please.” Patti stepped uneasily into the elevator.  
 
“Ah, the personals division,”  The attendant inquired politely. “Do you have an invitation?”   
 
Oh no,  Patti thought to herself, I don't have an invitation.  No wonder the door attendant was so polite;  the elevator attendant was going to throw her out.  “No, I'm sorry,”  Patti stammered, looking down at the ground, “I don't.  I was just coming to look for a friend.”  Patti could feel her pulse quicken.  What was she going to do now?  Was she going to have to call the police?  Patti was about to push the gates open to leave when the woman started the elevator.   
 
“That's alright,”  The attendant smiled as the elevator went up, “I was just wondering, because many patrons prefer to see the entire facilities before heading to the personals division.”   
 
Finally, the elevator stopped and the gates opened.  Wow, Patti thought, the feeling was completely different from the first floor.  Compared to this floor, the first floor seemed bland.  While the first floor was designed to be utilitarian and was pedestrian in design, the third floor seemed to Patti like a page from a fairy tale.   
 
Being brought up in the country, Patti had never been to luxorious accomdations in the city.  Everything seeemed extravegant to her.  The ceiling had been removed so that people on the upper floors could look down and see people coming in.  She stared at the bright chandelier hanging on the vaulted ceiling, shining down from high above.  Patti was so engrossed by the sight that she did not see another attendent approach her.   
 
“Good evening, Miss.  My name is Holly.”  Another stunningly beautiful blond woman in the uniform approached Patti.  “Do you have a reservation?” 
 
“Nono,”  Patti laughed uneasily, trying to dispel the tension, “I'm here to look for someone.” 
 
“Ah,”  Holly smiled in reply, “May I have her name please?” 
 
“Her name is Tricia,” Patti replied, “I'm her roomate, she told me to look for her after ... work.” 
 
“Oh! I see,”  Holly beckoned with her gloved hand, “Please, follow me.”   
 
Holly led her through the reception area down a well-lit corridor.  Patti marvelled at the decor; the hallway was filled with framed mirrors and intricately carved lamp posts.  There was no place she could stand that she did not see a reflection of herself in another place.   
 
There are so many doors!  Patti thought to herself, and who knows how many floors above this one.  How can anybody keep track of all this?  Is this place a hotel or something? 
 
Holly knew exactly where she was going.  After a while, she stopped and opened a door.  “Miss?  You can wait for your friend in this private booth.  You can help yourself to the refreshments inside.  I'll make sure your friend gets the message.” 
 
Patti stuck her head inside the room and gasped.  The room was furnished like a living room;  there was a large screen television on one end of the wall, and a comfortable looking couch on the other.  A coffee table made of fine, polished wood and glass rested on top of a large, white rug.  

"Miss?"  the voice behind her reminded Patti that she was not alone.  "Please, help yourself to some refreshments.  A hostess will be with you shortly while you wait."

Patti wanted to tell her that she was only waiting for her friend, and that she would not  be staying too long.  I can't afford any of this, Patti thought to herself, it's much too expensive.  By the time she turned around, however, the woman was gone.
 
Marvelling at the affluence of the room, Patti could barely contain herself.   She felt guilty, and with it, fear.  What if they ask me to pay for all this afterwards?  I'd never be able to afford renting a posh joint like this.

She sat down on the couch, and felt her back supported by its soft but supple cushions.  Reaching out, she took one of the daintily cut sandwiches on the table and examined it;  black forest ham, combined with lettuce and tomatos, combined with what smelt like freshly baked bread.   It was still warm.

She did not realize how hungry she was until she took a bite.  I haven't had anything to eat since lunch, she thought as she wolved down another sandwich.  She tried to convince herself that it was okay to eat the food, since the woman who led her to the room did say so.  

Nevertheless, she felt bad after finishing her meal.   How much was it going to cost her?  She thought, oh, I shouldn't have ate all that ... What are they going to do if I don't have enough to pay?  Hoping to take her mind off her worry, Patti took the remote control for the television and held it in her hands.

It has been literally months since she watched any television.  She did not have a television set in her apartment;  she could not afford one.  There was one back at home, but she never really watched it when she was at home.  

She pressed the on button, and the screen flickered to life, the images slowly becoming clear.  
The first thing she noticed was the moaning in the background.  The second thing she noticed was the sound track.  Even before the images fully appeared, an alarm went off in Patti's head.  Instinctively, she turned off the television.

Oh my, Patti thought with horror, I almost screamed outloud.  Why was there pornography on the television?  Someone must have left it on that channel.
Using both hands, Patti turned the television back on, and quickly pressed mute with the other hand.  

She was right.

It was a shot from the ground upwards.  The camera was placed on the ground, and the angle showed what was up a silverish-white dress; a pair of well-shaped legs in sheer black stockings, and female genitilia.  Equipped with a light, the camera caught the sight of a vibrating green dildo moving in and out with the aid of a well manicured hand.  

As the dildo went in and out,  juices flowed freely down the shaft and onto the hand.  Some of the liquid even splashed on the camera lense, leaving a blurred image of what was going on.  

Patti gasped.  She realized that she had been holding her breath all this time.  Breathing in slowly, she was angry and embrassed.  The familiar heat between her legs returned, and she blushed, feeling hot all over.  Why didn't I change the channel?  She berated herself, and why was I watching it anyways?  Why am I reacting this way?

Trying to calm herself down, she looked back to the screen.  The camera had zoomed out, and Patti gasped as the identity of the woman in the dress was revealed. 

It was a beautiful woman with flowing blond hair, hunched over the table.  All around her, there were women in various stages of undress, dancing and laughing away.  The blond woman was wearing a strapless but flowing white dress of silk and saffron, while the hand servicing her belonged to another woman wearing a satin creation of light pastel colours.

It was a wedding reception!  Patti blushed with shame to think of the consequences.  There was the bride in her immaculate white dress, hunched over a reception table, with the maid of honour behind her, and her hand stuck up her dress.  

How could the bride show herself like that, with everybody around her!  I would just die of shame if someone saw me naked, Patti thought, let alone having that thing inside of me.
The bride looked like she was enjoying herself though.  Even with no sound, the bride's face betrayed the pleasure she was feeling.

Patti's breath became ragged and shallow, and the warmth now covered her entire body.  Looking down, she saw that her hand had gone to relieve herself.  

What is the matter with me?  Patti thought to herself.  She had seen porn movies before, but nothing has affected her like this before.  How could the bride do such a shameful thing out in the open?  How could her maid of honour join her like that?  

Feeling restricted by her clothing, she practically tore the pair of pants in an attempt to take them off.  

What if someone were to come in?  A voice in her head asked.

Who cares, another voice said, they can come in and watch.  

Another woman in a red velvet dress came into view.  With the help of the maid of honour, the bride was flipped onto her back.  The maid of honour giggled, and went inside the many folds of the wedding dress, digging her way deeper and deeper.  The woman in red said something (Patti could not hear because it was muted).  

Whatever it was, the bride agreed to it.  The woman in red smiled, reached out, and pulled the top down until the bride's breasts were exposed.   Then, taking a piece of cake, she smeared them on to the bride's breasts until they were covered in whipped cream and strawberries.  
Without further ado, she threw herself into the tasty bosom, licking the sweet confectionary off the bride's breasts. 

Just then, the door opened.  Patti winced at the silouette at the door, behind which the bright light of the hallway came through.  

Patti's mind whirled in panic.  Squelnig, she flipped around in an attempt to cover herself, but it was in vain.  Not wearing any pants, her nudity was as apparent from behind as it was in front.  

Here she was, half-sitting, half kneeling  on the couch, with her pants halfway across the room.  Her hands were wet with her secretions, while a pornographic movie played on the big screen television.  

How am I going to explain this?  Patti thought to herself.  Once again, fear welled up  in her stomach.  
