Getting Down to the Nitty Gritty!
Oh yes, where was I? Well, Ronnie had what he called a “confab with the Rooskie,” and brought Boris up to meet me and celebrate their agreement. Which meant I sucked him off and then he and Ronnie 'Spit Roasted ' me. Boris at my Bum, and Ronnie in my Gub. They seemed to be each determined to hold on the longest and I was really beginning to wilt when Ronnie shot down my throat with a shout and that gave Boris the chance to pull on my hips so that his cock – which was rather big and thick, went Balls Deep in my See You Next Tuesday and he shot his load deep inside me. I felt abso-fuckin-lutely Shagged! 
 
     While I lay on the sofa, they began toasting themselves, with alternate shots of Whisky and Vodka – again, each seeing who could stay upright the longest. I fell asleep and it was dark by the time I woke, in bed, with a raging thirst and a cock up my arse. I slid off it and toddled off to drink several glasses of water and have a shower before returning to my bed, wrapped in a fluffy bathrobe, to find that it had been Boris inside me. He was snoring, and I just slid in beside him, lying like two spoons, and I swear he was still asleep when his cock worked it's way back up my arse! That thing seemed to have a mind of it's own!
     Next morning I found out that Ronnie – who told me we were leaving the hotel and moving into a house of Boris's in the Braid Hills! Wow! - and Boris had come up with a Business Plan: they each had a string of girls, aged between 10 and 15, in Edinburgh, who they used for their own pleasure and occasionally shared with their friends. Yes, I understood all that, though I was a bit disappointed that I was only one of a bunch, just the current squeeze. Anyway, they had decided to 'pool their resources' and widen access to a discreet and discerning number of 'like-minded' Gentlemen: they actually intended to call their club: The Gents! They had identified one of Boris's houses which would be converted over the next couple of weeks and then it would be Open to Members Only. I assumed that all their puns were intentional.
     In the meanwhile, Ronnie told me that I would have to go back to School and spend the week nights at home with my family, and Friday-Sunday nights in The Gents, and Boris's driver would drop of me and Laura and any other girls we could rustle up at School on Monday Mornings. In all, Ronnie had 15 girls who would be available for members to fuck, and Boris had 15 too – though the actual number of girls would vary from night to night. “It's not a Brothel,” said Ronnie, rather primly, “we are only facilitating the interests of our Friends in meeting and talking with lively and intelligent young people in my own Home – there will be boys as well, but initially they are housed in another place on the same street. It's being called Gordonstoun, after a Boys' Private School, which a lot of the membership attended – it was either that or Fort Augustus, there won't be any mistaking what they have to offer to the Old Boys we hope to atract! In fact there will be a Gents in both houses, fully equipped with Stalls and Cubicles, Glory Holes and two-way mirrors.”
     I had no idea what a Glory Hole was, or the other features of a Gents' but presumed I would find out soon enough. Actually, my heart sank at all this. It seemed to be too much like a business and less about fun and love. Oh, I still loved Ronnie and he promised me that I was his favourite girl and that we would get plenty of time to ourselves. He said that once everything was up and running under a Manager, he was going to take me away for a Holiday – somewhere sunny and hot where we could relax on a beach and simply enjoy ourselves, away from all this, But he did say that the only way the Clubs could run smoothly and be safe places for their girls and boys was doing it this way: “in everybody's best interests,” he assured me. And I probably nodded like one of those little dogs people used to have in the rear windows of cars, so much so, that he told me to kneel between his legs and make better use of my nodding. He laughed, I smiled and happily obliged.