Rich people were the funnest to serve. Instead of being a centerpiece of messy orgies and college frat parties, Penny would get to use her mouth to pleasure a fancy tea party.
    A group of four fancy ladies, all CEOs of mega corporations, sat around their little table with their dainty porcelain tea glasses. They would chat about whichever rich person topics they wanted -- politics, finances, the economy. And Penny's job was to kneel under the table and take turns pleasuring their cocks and cunts.
    One of them, Sophia, was rough with her hands. She would grasp a fistful of Penny's hair as she forced her closer to her cunt. All the while she would just casually talk to her friends Amelia, Cora, and Grace and they would share polite laughter.
    Even as Sophia came onto Penny's face, Penny was barely acknowledged. She was there for one purpose, and one purpose only. Her mouth, and occasionally the rest of her holes. Fucking Penny's cunt or ass took much more work, though, so they all relegated her to oral service.
    Cora was on her third orgasm, though, and she was sick of using Penny's mouth. She ordered Penny to turn her body around, and Cora slid her strap on into Penny's cunt. Penny wanted to take a moment to adjust to it, gasping as she got used to the size; unfortunately for her, Grace took her gasp as an opportunity to slide her dick into her mouth. Both of them mercilessly thrust into her, getting their conversation in -- in between moans and pants.
    The ladies always had some kind of new drug for Penny, too. They'd have various different effects. Some drugs turned her into an obedient drone, mindless and ready to serve. Some turned her into a brainless bimbo who knew more sex positions than words. And her favorite by far made her a dog girl, barking and drooling in front of their crotches. Today they used some kind of pleasure agent, that aligned oral service with bodily pleasure. Penny came at least 5 times just from sucking them off.
    This was the life Penny wanted. She loved feeling useful, especially since these ladies were all paying her well for her time and more. In fact, this particular group of CEOs loved her so much that this was their third time renting her out. And Penny expected them to do so much, much more often.
    She had to admit, too, it was hot to barely be acknowledged even while she had her brains fucked out. And tea smelled better than beer or tequila, too.
    After the party, Amelia tipped Penny a few thousand bucks. At least these rich bitches were generous with their money, and paid talented sex workers for their time. Then, Amelia slid something else into Penny's hand -- a bag.
    "Are these drugs?" Penny asked, narrowing her eyes at the bag.
    "Oh, no, it's the tea we were sharing," Amelia smiled. "You should try it, sometime. Really lifts up your mood -- even put in a special ingredient for you." Amelia accented the sentence with a wink.
    "Huh?" Penny cocked her head. "What kind of special ingredient?"
    Amelia laughed again -- even her laugh was elegant and rich. "You'll have to try it. Call me if your head feels a bit ditzy and empty, though. We may want to check you out more if that happens."
    Penny smirked. "Thank you. That's quite generous. I may have to try it and give you a call after." She slapped her ass provocatively at Amelia, who hummed in appreciation. "See you next Saturday otherwise, then?"
    "Of course," Amelia chuckled. "And, well, we may want to bring out our canes, next time around."