Only feeling a little better for having slept, I strode towards the court door, looking for Edward. Despite all the pressure, Mhairi was right, it was only my second day, but it felt easier. I felt like I knew what to expect, and I'd woken up with a little bit more confidence. I still had a lot to achieve, and it was still strange, this new life of mine, but it was getting less strange.

As soon as I approached the front door, Edward appeared, coming from one of the side doors, stuffing something in his pocket as he did.

"Come on, princess, First stop at the club today, right?"

I nodded as he opened the door for me. Stepping out, I lifted my head high and strode to the car, hearing him on the steps behind me. He opened the car for me as well, offering me a hand to help me up and into the bubble like contraption. I settled onto a seat near the middle as he followed me and plugged an address in.

No sooner had we begun to move, than he was by my side.

"We've got a little longer than normal, so I've set it to take a scenic route, give us some time together," Edward said. "I've been missing our little moments."

I raised my eyebrows at his tone, his eyes already roving. Internally I felt like screaming for a moment. Was he really going to do this now? But then I remembered what he'd said the night before. Daniel had told him I was off limited until today, and he'd watched me screw so many other people. He'd stood by, getting more and more horny himself. And more than once I'd told him I'd be his too.

In return he promised me protection, my mind reminded me. I was getting something out of our relationship too. And he'd been there for me when I was worried. Encouraged me, gave me advice. Most importantly, I'd chosen him.

Reaching for him, I encouraged him closer. It was all the invitation he needed to come into my embrace, his lips finding mine, passion and desire pouring out of them. He pressed his hardness against me, hands already reaching for my breasts. He stroked over both, pulling at my nipples, both of us moaning into each other.

Desperation and lack of patience drove him on, and he quickly pushed my legs apart. I considered slowing him, getting him to help me warm up more myself, but instead I reached for him, freeing him and guiding him to me.

I wanted to know what he felt like. The only person I'd chosen in all of this. Inside me for the first time, desperate for me in a way that made me feel powerful.

It stung as he slipped inside, but I lifted my legs, wrapping them around him, driving him deeper. He groaned, filling me and taking me all at the same time. But it didn't feel like he lay claim to me in the same way the others did. He wasn't giving me money, and he didn't own me. There might have been expectations, but no more than a relationship in my previous life. He had needs, and I'd agreed to meet them.

Together we moved, setting a fast and frantic pace until with a yell, he came inside me, pumping me full of his seed. As he stilled he looked at me, shuddering as we both came back down. I felt strangely bereft.

"I tried to hang on a little longer," he said, barely above a whisper. "But I've been wanting you for so long. And-"

I placed my finger on his lips, stopping his words. We both knew what he'd had to watch and allow others to do with me, always in the background, always waiting for others to be done. At first this had felt callous, and demanding, but in its own way it was also sweet, and caring of him to have waited for so long.

The more I spent time with the men in this world, the more I realised how trapped they all were too. There were too few women and too many men. The world had clearly tried to solve the issue, but it left everyone feeling like they couldn't be with the person they cared about most.

Taking far more care than I'd have expected, Edward helped me clean up and make myself presentable again.

"Can't have Daniel thinking I put you off your job now, can I?" he said. "He'd reassign me in a heartbeat if he thought I was hampering your ability to earn."

"I'd better make sure they're all happy today. I didn't earn enough yesterday really. Not if I want to take my day off this week," I replied, feeling myself tense a little as I thought about it.

"You'll be fine. There's a lot of men who want to spend time with you. And you don't disappoint, princess."

I smiled at him, grateful for the sort of compliment. It was comforting to have someone with me who believed in me. It helped me hold my head high as I got out of the car and strode into the club. Edward followed me to the area Keaton had been in before, opening the door for me.

My eyes went to Keaton immediately. He was standing in the middle of the room, one of the other courtesans bent over the table in front of him, her bare, red cheeked bottom clear for everyone to see. I stopped my mouth falling open as he struck her, making her squeal, a small sob escaping her before he did it again.

There was a heavy silence over the rest of the room, the other courtesan flinching and unable to look. I slowly walked closer, hearing him ranting.

"Next time you'll show some more respect, do you hear me?" he said. She tried to say something through her cries, but he barely gave her a chance before he struck again. Unable to stop myself, I walked to his side and reached for his arm before he could strike her again, weaving my fingers through his.

"I'm sure she's learned her lesson," I said, "And you've punished her well." For a moment I barely dared to breathe, Keaton's anger still fixed on his face as his gaze turned to me. I leaned into him, pressing my body close, and looking downwards, subservient in every expression. I couldn't make this look like a challenge, so much as me offering him a way to calm down.

"You're early," he said.

"I didn't want to keep you waiting. I hope you don't mind my eagerness to see you again."

I felt him relax a little his fingers within mine gripping back finally. His other hand snaked around my back, holding me close and pressing his hardness up against me. He leaned down by my ear.

"I'm never going to be displeased with your willingness to come to me and let me have my way with you. But know this. I'll do as I please," he whispered the anger clear still. "And nothing you say will stop me."

"I wouldn't dream of it," I whispered back.

"Good." Again he relaxed a little.

"But I might offer you alternatives."

I smirked as I dared to look at him again. He let out a snort of laughter, before hurrying off towards one of the booths, dragging me by the hand. The rest of the room was beginning to settle back down, discussions starting as breakfast was brought in by several waiters.

As soon as he had me by a booth, he pushed me down and slid between my legs, poised over me. I tried not to show my surprise as he freed himself and brought his hard, ready cock right up to my opening.

"I was going to finish off teaching my other courtesan a lesson by taking her right there in front of the others, but I'd rather be in you right now."

It was all the warning I got, before he pushed into me, his eyes fixed on my face. I couldn't hide my gasp, nor the wince as it stung, but he seemed to smile at my discomfort, although he held still once inside me, settling his body over mine for a moment.

I couldn't speak, stunned that both of the men I'd felt more trusting of after the previous day had decided to take me so uncaringly for my own enjoyment and comfort. But still Keaton didn't move, deep in me, but still. My body flushed under his gaze, my cheeks heating as much as my depths, full of him.

"Give me what I need now and I'll make it up to you. I promise," he said, almost as if he'd read my mind. At the same time, his lips came crushing down on mine and his hips began to move, pulling back and jerking into me with a heated frenzy that only continued to make me uncomfortable while pleasuring him.

The act was even quicker than Edward had been, Keaton also filling me with cum, holding himself inside as his manhood throbbed with each spurt, and he moaned his satisfaction against my mouth.

"Perfect," he said, as he pulled back. "Now, maybe today will be a good day."

He helped me back to my feet, finally taking in my appearance and helping me straighten myself out.

"And I mean it. I won't forget your obedience, courtesan. You're different to the others."

"Thank you," I replied, not sure what else to say, glad that no one was really looking on. As Keaton reached for my purse and retrieved my tablet, I almost panicked, aware Daniel had commanded I try and get more money out of Keaton.

He pulled up my schedule and the four hours he had blocked off, the amount there from the day before. Before he could scan his chip and agree to pay the sum, I held out my hand and stopped him.

"I know it's still very early in my career, but..." I trailed off, the words failing me.

"But you want me to pay you more already?" he asked, his disdain for the idea clear. I looked at him and gulped.

"I struggled to make enough yesterday," I said, searching his face for even a little understanding or pity, bt there wasn't any.

"Did you make a loss?" he asked. I shook my head, knowing that I needed to explain.

"It was just enough for one day, but not enough for me to even consider the occasional day off."

For a moment he paused, studying me again, his gaze intense. I looked down, unable to hold it, feeling more than a little awkward.

"I won't deny, I don't want you to take a day off. I want you here every day, to fuck, to parade around, to even watch some of the others do whatever I let them do with you, but I'm not entirely heartless, or selfish. Despite what my father thinks."

I felt my eyes go wide as I stared at him, his words far more candid than I'd expected.

"But I've not got it. Not with this new business," he said. "I can afford five hundred most days, just. And I will need you to come to my opening party. I can promise you good money then, but not till then. Is that enough for you?"

I nodded. "Of course. I wasn't complaining. Just..."

"You've got a bit debt over your head. I get it. But we'll talk no more of it. You'll have to decide to trust me or not."

I exhaled, aware Daniel was going to be pissed, but also knowing I had very little other option. Keaton was the richest man I knew and the one most willing to spend on me. I had to agree. Trying to smile as genuinely as I could, I held up the device for him to scan and confirm today's payment finally.

He kissed my forehead and did just that.

"Good, now that's out of the way, come let my investors enjoy a good view and have some of your attention. It makes them more willing to part with their credits."

I smiled again as he dragged me back towards his friends, my hand firmly in his. Within minutes I was lying down on a chaise lounge again, Keaton's fingers getting me wet as half the room watched. I tried not to blush but focus on the pleasure he was giving me, and the delight on his face.

"Who wants to spit roast her with me?" Keaton asked. "She's a wonder with her mouth as well as her pussy."

Thankfully Trey responded first, coming walking up to me as Keaton slid himself in me, his quick work having made me slick and ready to take him. I moaned before I would be unable to, and tride not to panic. I knew both of these men, and I'd been screwed like this before, but a part of me still felt violated by it.

You agreed to four hours doing whatever Keaton wanted, my brain reminded me. And he's paying you above the average you need, even if it's not as much as Daniel wants.

Feeling Keaton begin to set a hard and fast pace inside me, I concentrated on Trey for a moment, opening my mouth in invitation when he hesitated. At least he was trying to show me some respect.

Time became a blur as I concentrated on giving both men pleasure, grateful Keaton continued to run his fingers in circles around my clit, giving me an orgasm long before either men enjoyed their own.

My pleasure helped me to relax, the waves rolling over me as the men both carried on setting their own rhythms and taking what they wanted from me. Trey was the first to finish, and no sooner had he pulled out of me than another man stepped forward, this one different to the day before.

"Hey gorgeous," he said. "I'm Dom. Keaton here says you're the best thing about this city right now."

"Keaton's my biggest fan," I replied, aware he could hear every word. He chuckled as he picked up the pace, a little rougher suddenly.

"Dom has just agreed to invest in my new company," Keaton said. "Why don't you show him how grateful we are?"

It was clear from everyone what I was being asked to do. Grinning as if I wanted nothing more, I reached forward and undid Dom's pants, freeing his erection and taking it into my mouth before anyone could say or do anything else.

As Dom moaned, Keaton laughed and eased off a little.

I didn't know how long I lay there, more of Keaton's friends coming and enjoying me, sometimes one at a time, but most often two, again and again. Now and then I heard Keaton encourage whoever was in my pussy to make it fun for me to, and my grateful body was lost in the throes of more than one more orgasm before we were done.

A couple of times I glanced over to Keaton, noticing he sat with Dante after he left me. Dante's eyes were almost always on my body, but not once did he get up and come to join in. His dark eyes were full of emotion, but nothing he seemed to want to share.

By the time Keaton came back to me, most of the other men spent inside me somewhere I was exhausted, feeling like a sweaty mess, and high on the repeated orgasms the men had given me. I'd never experienced anything quite like it before, not even at the unveiling, the men going slower then, and all people I knew.

Keaton put his arms around me as he got me back on my feet.

"Take a moment to clean up," he whispered in my ear, holding me while I shook and calmed a little. "Then I think I'd like to reward you for your obedience and submission.

I raised my eyebrows, not sure what he meant, but glad he was pleased. If no one else, I had to keep Keaton happy for my finances to ever go in the right direction.

Keaton stepped away for a moment, once more going to talk quietly with his friends. Already they were focusing on the other two courtesans and ordering more drinks. It gave me an uncharacteristically quiet moment to sort myself out, wipe away the cum I had all over my pussy and the inside of my thighs and take some more water to wash down everything I'd swallowed.

My stomach briefly protested, not settled after eating so many different men, but I knew I'd get a chance to get food soon. Keaton came back while I wasn't paying attention, taking my hand and leading me back out of the private area he used in the club. On the way past the first empty booth he quickly ducked into it, pulling the curtain closed behind us.

I raised my eyebrows, but let him push me back over the soft raised bench in the middle. Before I could wonder what he intended to do with me, he kissed the top of my pussy, his tongue already searching for my clit. Moaning I let myself lie back and enjoy the way he ran his fingers up my thighs and lapped at my most sensitive area.

The pleasure built quickly, Keaton being as good with his tongue as any other part of him, until I was writhing in pleasure, each flick of his tongue threatening to tip me over while each hand gripped my thighs to hold me still and deny my instinct to buck my hips against him and finish the job. It felt like torture being held so close to orgasm, but when he did clamp his mouth down on my clit suddenly, the pleasure so intense I let out a cry and shuddered, each wave punctuated by the frenzied lapping he continued.

As I came down, he slowly stopped and then he pulled me into his arms. For a moment we stood there, my legs not yet ready to support me.

"Come back every morning. And I mean every morning. No days off," he said, his voice firm. "I need these men to stay happy and I need your cunt to do it."

"Quite the proposition," I replied, unable to hide my reaction to being so blatantly used.

"We both know you've got no other choice. But do as I ask and I'll make it up to you. And I'll keep rewarding you along the way. Make sure you at least enjoy doing as I tell you. I never promised you anything different when we met."

"I know," I replied, suddenly feeling the exhaustion again and sighing. I dropped my eyes, knowing this was my life now. A moment later he lifted my chin again and pressed his mouth to mine.

"I've got to go now and so do you." As he walked away he pressed several tokens into my hand. I tucked them into my purse, and hurried out of the booth as well, looking for Edward.

A figure lurked in the shadows, tall enough to be my bodyguard, but when I went towards him, I realised it wasn't Edward at all, but Dante.

"Hi," I said as he stared at me. I wondered how long he'd been there.

"Hello," he replied, giving me nothing else to go on.

I took several deep breaths, trying to calm myself as he looked me over. Where was Edward?

Suddenly, Dante stepped forward, his powerful arms grabbing mine as he propelled me backwards and into the booth I'd just come out of. His mouth crushed down on mine and he moaned as he pinned me beneath him. I froze, aware this man had made no introduction and paid me no money, but clearly wanted what I had to offer.

As suddenly as he'd begun he stopped and pulled back. I blinked, regaining my feet, so many unspoken questions hanging in the air. Letting out a growl, he looked me over and then walked away.

I followed a few steps, coming back out of the booth yet again to see him hurrying towards the club exit, not another word or even a backwards glance.

"There you are," Edward said, hurrying through the door to Keaton's private area. "I looked away for only a few seconds when Trey asked me a question and then I find you gone. You're not meant to go somewhere without me."

"Sorry," I said, "Keaton just wanted a moment alone. I was safe."

It was a slight lie. There was no way I was going to mention what had just happened. I wasn't even sure what had just happened.

"Come on then," Edward said. "Let's grab a quick dinner on the way to Rick's dojo."

I nodded, more than grateful that Edward could still think straight, even if I couldn't.