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 Her New Profession :MF FF Prost.  (c) Hamilton Joyce.

   Fiona Jesperson woke up with a start: the nightmare had faded from her
memory almost the moment she sat up in bed but the feeling of something
horrible persisted.  She was sweating but cold.  She felt beside her in the
dark and found Terry was not there.

   She switched on the bedside lamp and got out of bed, the early morning
air cold on her naked body.  Standing for a moment in front of the long
mirror she could see no reason why Terry no longer seemed to be interested
in sex with her.  At twenty four her breasts were as firm and shapely as
ever, no extra weight on her belly or hips, and her bum the same as when
she was eighteen.  She knew she was attractive, and the admiring glances of
men as she went about her daily life confirmed that.

   Terry had erectile disfunction: she knew it was that and not some "other
woman" as she had not seen him with a hard on for months even first thing.
He refused to see the doctor about it.....  probably because of his drug
addiction, which was almost certainly the cause of his problems.  He did
not want to stop.....

   They had married six years ago come September and had been very much in
love despite the disparity in age.  Sex had been fantastic for most of
those years.  He took cocaine back them but thank goodness she had refused
to join him in that pleasure.  Main-lining heroin started six months ago
soon after Jefferson-Thorn Mouldings went into receivership and he was made
redundant from his comfortable position of Marketing Director.

   Since then he had tried very hard, she knew, to get a similar level job,
but at fifty and in the middle of a recession there was little hope and he
had to make do with unskilled, low-paid work.  At the moment he was van
driving on Minimum Wage: that worried her too as he would often be driving
when under the influence of his drug.

   She shivered and slipped on her black satin negligee: Terry used to find
her sexy in that, with her long blonde hair and willowy figure shown off by
the clinging fabric.  If she wanted to be sucked and fucked she just had to
put it on, or one of her other sexually provocative items.  Basque and
stockings looked good......

   Terry was sitting at the kitchen table, his back to the door.  In the
harsh light his naked body was still good, but Fiona wondered how long this
would last with the progressive deterioration of his personality.  He was
always in a black depression nowadays, snapping at her, looking to blame
anything or any one for his plight, never himself.

   She stood behind his chair, herself as depressed as him when she saw the
syringe and rubber tube on the table in front of him.  Even in the middle
of the night!  Hooked!

   "Come to bed, darling."

   "Leave me alone..."

   ..........................................

   Next morning he had either forgotten or did not want to apologise for
his rudeness as he had shoved her away.

   "It's nearly all gone....  savings and redundancy.  You've gotta get a
better-paying job or we're finished.  Rent on this place is killing us."

   "I've tried, Terry, like you.  But shop assistant is about all there
seems to be.  I didn't work for six years and that's not good on my CV
despite my A-levels."

   "Fuck it!  Try harder."

   She still loved him and it hurt her dreadfully to see him in this black,
desperate despair.  She loved him for the good years they had together, not
for what he had become....  Perhaps things would sort themselves out, and
the good times would return.

   ...........................................

   'Are you attractive and over eighteen?' The advert in the free newspaper
seemed exactly what she needed, promising good rates of pay.  She phoned
and was given an appointment at 2-30 that very same day.  She arranged time
off from work in the mini-mart pleading a dentist's appointment.

   'Fabio's Place' looked as if it was a converted church or chapel out in
the well-to-do leafy suburbs.  The large oak door had a bell push.  She
took a deep breath and rang: in a moment or two the panel opened and a
smiling face said "You must be Fiona Meadows?"

   "That's me."

   The door opened to reveal a guy in a grey silk suit, immaculately
groomed and very handsome in a slightly creepy sort of way, she thought.

   "And I'm Fabio.  Come up to mmy office."

   It was clearly a club: there was a long bar with stools, and a few dozen
tables with modern design chairs.  A handful of solitary men, business men
by the looks of them, sat drinking, and there were two very pretty,
scantily-dressed girls, one behind the bar and one with a tray collecting
empty glasses.  By the look of the roes of glasses for the washer it must
have been busier earlier.  The dark haired girl with small but shapely
looking boobs and latin complexion smiled at Fiona, who was slightly
reassured by her friendliness.  She knew what this was, a "Gentleman's
Club" and the two sexy girls were hostesses.  What was she letting herself
in for?  She should turn right round and go out.......  but did not despite
her apprehension.  They needed the money if ever she was to get Terry back,
re-establish that golden age of the first years of their marriage.  'When
there's no money in the house love flies out the window.'

   Apart from the hostesses, the men would probably have come to see the
porn movie that was playing on a couple of large screens, one each side of
the chapel.....  there must have been saints' statues or paintings there
when it was still a church she thought with a silent chuckle that surprised
her.  She pretended she had not seen them: anyway the thumping beat of
canned music made any sound-track inaudible.

   Fabio seemed a nice guy, quiet spoken and despite his name no Italian
accent.  He had a mediterranean appearance with that curly black hair,
obviously recently and expensively cut: she knew you didn't get that
dashing sort of informality by accident.  He had a deep tan and despite
that very blue eyes.  She had never seen anyone with that skin-tone and
blue eyes.  It was almost hypnotic, and she decided very sexy.....  like
that lovely smile with perfect teeth.  He had model good looks, and she
could see black hair where his open-neck white shirt was unbuttoned at the
collar.  Taller than her so he must be six foot at least, and by the way he
moved and filled that suit, fit and muscular.  Altogether a hunk, she
thought.

   From the moment he saw her through the spy-hole he knew she was
dynamite. And now as she stood looking round at his domain he was certain.
She had that tanned, golden complexion some blondes could achieve, the
lucky ones, and lovely shoulder length hair the punters would die for. 
Blue eyes and full lips....  She was tall, just a bit shorter than himself
and despite being demurely dressed except for the mid-thigh denim mini
skirt he could see she had a great figure, arms showing good, slender
muscle tone, long legs slender and smooth and ankles shapely despite those
flatties.  If her tits were not padded or uplifted they would be great.  He
could not wait to see them.

   Just what the club needed....

   She looked round his upstairs office as he was talking.  It stretched
what seemed to be half the width of the building and must have been some
sort of gallery when it had been a church.  There were two very big
plate-glass windows each side, one looking down at the bar, and the other
to a sort of stage and auditorium which must have been behind the bar
separated by a partition from the club.  The seats were red velvet covered
armchairs in six rows in a semi-circle in front of and round the edge of
the raised stage that projected into the hall with a curtain which was
closed.  It was probably a fire curtain, she thought, but someone had
painted a realistic female nude on it.  She realised the glass she was
looking through must be one-way, as when she came in it had showed as a
mirror over the bar.  The left side of the office was behind a partition
with a doorway that was closed by strings of multi=coloured beads rather
than an actual door, and above that was a large screen angled slightly
downwards: she stared at it and then looked away in some embarrassment,
averting her eyes from the porn movie, the same one as was showing in the
club but much more in her face here.
She was only embarrassed because Fabio must have seen her eyes fixed on
it, not because she did not like porn: since her Terry had become impotent
she had sometimes enjoyed porn videos on her laptop....  Unsatisfactory:
she could climax using porn and her fingers, but never got a happy glow

after it, not like good sex.

   He sat down at a large desk which appeared to be made of chrome and
glass, and waved her to the couch that faced it.  She sat, very stiffly
upright, legs demurely crossed.  He was amused at her staring at the porn,
and then looking down shyly: this little beauty would be fun as well as
good business!  He sensed she was nervous so he started with the easiest
part.

   "It's quiet now, Fiona.  Busy times are mid-day till two and the all
evening.  Place is humming then.  We open at eleven thirty and close for
the afternoon at three; reopen at nine.  Our license is till 1am So the
girls work a three or four hour shift and then after the break four or five
hours.  We're open six days a week but I'm trying to get a license for
Sundays as well so that may change.  The girls must work four of the six
days, but can do all six if they want to.  One of the girls runs the rota
and there's never any problem: we're very flexible and most girls want all
the hours they can get.  Can't have too many hostesses....  For the two
full shiftsthe pay is £100.  I pay National Insurance of course, and it is
taxed PAYE."

   He could see her disappointment: not much more than she was getting in
the Department Store, and for a nine-hour split shift.

   "But it doesn't stop there.  The girls get 10% of every pound the
clients spend in here which will certainly double that pay, and is in fact
paid cash without deductions.....  up to the girls to declare it if they
feel like it.  I don't ask but my guess is they don't.  The main job of the
girls is to get the punters to buy expensive drinks...  when you get drinks
for yourself they pay for whiskey-sodas, rum and cokes, etc, but you just
have soft drinks in your glasses.  A nice little earner for the girls and
keeps them sober: there's nothing worse than a pissed hostess!  Any girl
who turns up drunk, gets drunk, or is doing drugs gets sent home with a
caution, and second offence gets sacked.  That's the rule, but it really
never happens: they are all sensible, even the air-heads....  And the girls
enjoy making the men happy, flattering them, and generally making them want
to come back.  Some guys are here every lunchtime, some two or three
evening a week.  Big spenders too.  Entrance is not cheap: Johnson looks
after the door, taking the admission money, cash or card, and bouncer if
any punter gets nasty.  He's a big bastard......  The drinks aint cheap
either, especially champagne, so they are allowed to cop a feel, and some
girls will sit on a lap for a bit.  There's no actual sex on the premises
and that's important....  I could lose my license for it....  but what
happens in their own time elsewhere is the girls' business and not mine."

   "Except, if a girl goes with a guy at the end of the shift they leave
the address with the rota-girl so we know where they are if there is any
trouble....  never is.  I use that, too, to take 10% of the standard fee
the girls charge: but just the standard, any extras for longer sessions or
kinky stuff is between them and the guys...  I'm happy with my percentage,
which comes off their weekly cash bonus, and because the girls see it is
fair and not extortionate they are honest with me.  They all go with guys
sometimes."

   "You have to make sure your number is rung up for every sale and each
week the bonus is calculated and paid in notes, less anything due to me for
their extra work....."

   She cheered up: with the bonuses that was more like.  She did not expect
to have any deductions for "extras": she was willing to be a club hostess
but certainly not a whore.

   "We've got a little stage as well as the club." He waved at the glass
window behind her.  That's for strip tease, and most of the girls are eager
to perform.  The clients pay an extra £40 for a ticket to watch each
performance....  at least two in the mid-day session and six in the
evening. Our girls make sure the punters get their money's worth because
they get their ten percent of the ticket money, plus any tips..... 
sometimes the guys throw cash on the stage for performances that turn them
on."

   "Well, Fiona, what do you think?"

   "Frankly, Fabio, I need the money!"

   "Great.  Now I have to check you are what we need, Fiona.  I think you
are but I need to be certain.  All the girls have to be able to wear sexy
lingerie, quite revealing, so they need good figures.  I think yours is,
but please stand up and unbutton your shirt."

   This was it.  The crunch.  She could chicken out and say no or go ahead
and show him.  In fact he was so pleasant, so gentle it seemed, she really
did not mind showing this handsome hunk, however immodest that was... 
After all he was in the striptease business so he must be quite blase about
female flesh, and in any case she was proud of her body.  So she undid the
buttons and pulled the shirt out of her skirt waist, standing there with it
hanging open.  She was glad she was wearing her best underwear, the
front-opening pale blue satin bra.

   "Take your shirt off, please."

   She knew what he was doing, leading her along, knowing that now she had
taken the first step and not left in a huff she would do exactly what he
said.  So she did and the shirt fell to her feet.

   "Lovely, so beautiful.  You have a lovely body, Fiona, and a beautiful
tan."

   He got up from his chair, walked round the desk and stood behind her.

   "Beautiful flawless back too: no padding here, I hope."

   She gave a little gasp as he reached around her and placed a hand over
each satin cup, pressing lightly her flesh.  She was aware that this
handsome stranger had made her nipples stand, as they sometimes did when
she knew a man was sexually attracted, even a stranger passing in the Mall.
He undid that simple clasp and the cups fell away, the whole bra falling to
her feet as he slipped the thin straps over her shoulders.  "Perfect,
perfect.  Obviously the brassiere is for decoration only, Fiona, as these
lovelies need no support."

   As his fingers gently dragged upwards over the cone of each breast
towards her excited nipples she just knew her clit had woken up too, and
almost shamefully that showing this man her breasts, and triggering the
response she could see by the new bulge in his grey trousers, had brought
out the exhibitionism she had always known was the obverse side of her
narcissistic pleasure in looking at her own body in the bedroom mirror.  He
turned her round and she half expected him to kiss her mouth....  or her
breasts.  He was too wise to do that...  plenty of time, and he could see
her nipples stiffen: the room was warm so this was sexual arousal.  The
customers were going to go mad for this newbie.

   "May I?"

   He deftly undid the catch and she heard the skirt zip and felt the denim
fall to her feet.  She so hoped the damp had not penetrated the satin of
her panties' crotch, that there was no dark, wet mark there.

   "Perfect, too.  My dear, you have the ideal figure, so curvy but so
proportioned: you are very beautiful.  Do you shave?"

   She actually blushed.

   "It's all right: I'm not going to ask you to show me.  But I need to
know."

   "I shave the sides and the lips: I wax them actually, just leaving a
line pointing down.  What I think they call 'Brazil'.  Is that all right?"

   "For strip-tease it would be better 'Hollywood', no hair at all.  But
for club work that is certainly ok."

   He laughed.

   "You'd better get dressed again, Fiona.  Look at the state you've got me
in, and me a cynical old club-owner." He rubbed his obvious erection
through the silk of his lightweight suit.  So imagine what you will do to
the clients."

   Her eyes were drawn to the bulge, and she imagined she could make out
the shape of the shaft and the roundness of the helmet: she knew she was
certainly wetly aroused now.  She found herself imagining this man could be
a great lover....

   "I've got the job then?"

   "Good lord yes!  You're the best qualified recruit for years, probably
ever.  So lovely!  Just one thing.  The girls provide their own working
clothes, but we always give the first set to new recruits to show them what
sort of gear is suitable and get them started.  Please jot down on this
form the name you want to use here....  best not to tell clients your real
name for obvious reasons.  Alice would be good, with your blue eyes and
blonde hair.  But up to you.  And then your height, weight, shoe size,
dress size, bra-size and I'll send one of the girls out for your starter
gear."

   He looked at the sheet: classic proportions as he knew they would be. 
She had written 'Alice' at the top.

   "Thank you....  Alice.  Be here at eleven tomorrow morning, remember to
sign the book under your number....  that's twenty two.  And come straight
up to my office.  Now I have to close up for the afternoon, so unless you
have any questions I'll take you to the door.  It's Alice from now on and
no surnames either except for the tax man."

   AS she went out she stared again two large tv screens and giggled as she
wondered if perhaps like the clients she was soon to meet the congregation
would have preferred those frolics to sombre religious icons and stations
of the cross.

   .........................

   It had only been a ten minute bus-ride to her flat, and she saw with
relief that a 'night bus' operated on the route: she would have to look up
the timings.  Even with two trips a day she should waste less than an hour
all told in travelling.

   When she got in the arousal she had shamefacedly felt showing her body
to Fabio was still there, tingling her clitty and making her tits feel
heavy.  She stripped in the bedroom and as usual spent a few minutes
admiring herself in the mirror.  No wonder Fabio said she was perfect: she
was!  She turned side on.  Not too big for their own good, her breasts a
tight B-cup or a comfortable C-cup, were shapely and stood upright without
the slightest sag-line.  Her bum too was just cute, jutting and rounded,
but again without the slightest sag.  Her belly was perhaps not quite flat
but certainly there was no fat there: she must tighten the muscles up a
bit. Would be able to afford the gym again if all went well.

   It was strange how turned on she was showing her tits off, but she
realised she had always enjoyed men's admiring looks.  At one time her
choice of clothes and seemingly careless way she allowed her knickers or
stocking tops to show sometimes had got Terry a bit jealous.  He had always
put it down to her girlish innocence and carelessness: in fact it was a lot
more than that, as this afternoon had proved to her, and she had to admit
to herself.

   She pulled at the 'Brazil' golden curls and decided she would wax
completely: she knew men liked the clean, innocently young-looking
appearance of a completely shaven pussy, but had no reason to do it while
Terry was impotent or just too stoned to care.  Now it was different.  She
would be amazed if he even noticed, or if he did commented.  But first a
few minutes fingering and dildoing, remembering Fabio's hard cock and
imagining what he would look like stripped......  He looked very strong and
would be hairy....  probably even over his back.  She shivered: she had
only ever known one man, her Terry, but sometimes she wondered.  Like now!
And with that thought she had a nice big, long climax.
Before Terry got in she prepared the dinner ready to flash it in the
microwave, and had a good cool shower getting rid of the heat of the day
and she hoped of the excitement too.  Fat chance!  Her clit was still awake
and her nipples too, making her breasts still feel heavy.  She was not
getting enough real sex.  Enough?  Not getting any for weeks!  Mr Palm and

his five sons!

   Perhaps Terry would be pleased enough with the news of her successful
job interview to cheer up and do his "matrimonial duties".  She waxed her
pussy, taking off the remaining little line of blonde hair and looked at
herself in the mirror.  Sexy!  No doubt about that.  Sexy tits, sexy butt,
sexy pussy, sexy hair, sexy face.  She had done her bit, she thought, as
she slipped on the near transparent black negligee and tied the bow at her
waist.  The shiny black patent leather high heels would shown her legs and
ankles off to perfection.

   Terry was late!

   He came in looking dishevelled and scruffy: obviously he hadn't shaved
that morning either.  The contrast with groomed and elegant Fabio was both
obvious and disturbing.

   "Fucking bastard van...."

   "Breakdown, darling?" The concern in her voice was genuine, but ignored
by her self-centred husband.

   "Fucking electrics.  Windows jammed shut and wouldn't fucking open.  On
a day like this.  Fuck it!  I'm fucking drenched in sweat and bloody
knackered."

   "Get a nice cool shower, darling, and you'll feel better."

   "Fuck the shower.  I know what I need."

   He kept his "doings!  in the dresser drawer, and she watched the ritual
of gas-tube, syringe, vein and this was the moment her life changed.  'Why
bother?' she thought.  His answer to any problem was the coward's way out:
don't face it, retreat into a drug high...  She just did not dare suggest
again the free clinic the Council was running; the papers and people
generally said it was good and usually successful in weaning addicts off
their hard drugs but last time she mentioned it he swore at her and was so
angry she feared he would attack her.  And he was getting increasingly
foul-mouthed too, shouting!  Until a few months ago she had never heard him
swear in all those years.

   One last try...

   "I got another job, Terry, starting tomorrow..."

   "About fucking time!  How much?"

   She decided to keep quiet about bonuses until they actually happened. 
"It's a split shift, four hours mid-day, five evening.  Five days a week,
six if I want.  About a hundred a day."

   "Fucking peanuts!"

   He was not even interested enough to ask her what the job was.  On
balance she was a bit relieved about that, but angry too.  She did not know
whether to weep or swear back at him, so just started to cook the meal.



   ...................................



   Terry had gone to work by the time Fiona got up.

   She especially enjoyed soaping her new, smooth pussy, and sorting out
some sexy clothes for her first day.  Yes, she knew she would not be
wearing them for "work"....  the two girls she had seen had been dressed
more for the bedroom or the beach....  but she was honest enough with
herself to know that she had enjoyed getting the handsome and experienced
Fabio well-aroused.  and was looking forward to doing it again.

   So it was her maroon satin hot-pants over the smallest, flimsiest black
thong she possessed, and just a matching maroon silk scarf over her
breasts, tied in a bow behind her back, masking the clasp of the matching
and even flimsier bra.  She would have to walk the fifty yards to the
bus-stop so she wore designer trainers.....  almost the last expensive item
left over from earlier, wealthier days, stylish but sensible.  If she
looked tarty, well she did not know any of her neighbours and they did not
know her: and in any case they had seen her dressed provocatively often
enough before if they cared to look.  Make the men drool, and their women
jealous!

   She looked at herself in the mirror.  She pulled the shorts up tight so
they hugged her pussy, making a triangle of creases with a suggestive
crease down the middle.  She liked what she saw, and could feel her clit
tingle, awakened by the promise of that bulge in his grey silk suit......



   .............................

   The panel in the door was opened to reveal a serious looking black face,
which then broke into a lovely wide smile.

   "You must be Alice.  Fabio said you would be early and a real looker. 
You're very sexy Alice."

   He opened the door to reveal a massive body, black and clad in tight
black tee and jeans.

   "And you must be Johnson.  Fabio said you were big, strong and
handsome."

   The white lie went down well and they shook hands, properly and sedately
though both wondered what the other would look like stripped....  Perhaps
Johnson held onto her hand a moment or two longer than strictly necessary.
As far as Fiona was concerned was yet another dead sexy guy, despite Fabio
calling him a 'big bastard.'

   The club was empty, the porn movie screens silent.  and she went more
confidently up the stairs to the office than she had the day before.

   The door was ajar so she just stepped in: seemed to be empty.

   "Anyone home?"

   The bead curtain parted and Fabio emerged, dapper as ever and holding a
tiny coffee cup.  He stood and looked aT her before draining it and setting
it down on the desk.

   "Breakfast for me is two of these every morning.  I've an espresso
machine in my cubbyhole.  My word, you're as lovely as ever.  But you wait
till you see your new dress." He disappeared for a moment and returned
holding a hanger with the dress on it, a box, and the sort of bag you get
from expensive fashion boutiques.  He draped the dress over an arm of the
settee, the rest on the cushions.

   "Dress, bra and panties, and shoes.  Now get out of those pretty clothes
and put on these sexy ones."

   She hesitated.  He expected her to strip naked again while he was
watching, and she suspected truly naked this time.  Fiona might have been
embarrassed and awkward: Alice had already nearly crossed that bridge, was
confident in her body, knew he would be aroused, wanted him to be aroused,
and could feel her clitoris tingling.  It was almost as if her new name,
her new persona, had liberated Fiona's exhibitionism.  She slipped her
trainers off first.

   Fabio smiled.  Holy shit!  She was agreeing without question.  Fucking
hell!  He was going to get this on tape.  He clicked the button on his desk
and the hidden video cams came to life.

   Not quite a striptease, but Alice was making sure she showed her body
off properly, doing it justice.  He had seen her breasts yesterday: Hell!
She had even let him grope them.  'No', she thought,'grope was the wrong
word for that caress, so gentle and yet so skilled as his fingers stroked
from the base to the nipples.  She reached behind and pulled at the bow so
the silk scarf fell to her feet.  She turned sideways on to give him the
full benefit of her bra, the most expensive piece of lingerie left over
from Terry's days of career success.  Then she undid the clasp and allowed
the flimsy confection to fall to her feet, enjoying his gasp of pleasure,
and the shape of that erection as he stood back in open admiration.

   Fabio had denied himself the sight of her naked pussy the day before,
but could not wait for it now, those figure-hugging hot-pants, that
camel-toe which must surely have been deliberate, that cute arse, the start
of its curve jutting naked below the line of the maroon satin, the
entrancing gap between her thighs below that pussy so sketchily concealed.

   There were no buttons or zips on the hot pants, which were held up
solely by their stretchy tightness like knickers, so Alice had to wriggle
and twist to pull them down.  She stepped out of them at her ankles and
stood smiling wearing just the flimsiest, smallest thong, its crotch
cupping her pussy lips and little else, and when she pirouetted round with
a cheerful "Ta-Ra!" a strip of lace disappearing entirely into the crease
of her buttocks leaving the cheeks naked.

   "You didn't see this yesterday, Fabio."

   Smiling she slowly lowered the panties.

   "Alice, you little darling, you've shaved completely!"

   "Waxed, Fabio"

   So sexy.  Perfect," he murmured as he walked round behind her.  As
yesterday she felt his hands on her breasts, and then one hand caressing
her right breast while his left hand reached down to stroke her hairless
mound.  "Perfect....".  She felt his lips on her back and knew that if he
tried he could fuck her this instant.  She could feel that bulge positioned
just right against her pussy from behind, only his silk suit in the way.

   But that was not the scenario Fabio had worked up overnight: it would
wait.

   "Now let's see you in your uniform, my dear."



   ........................

   The club was still empty except for three girls chatting at the bar. 
When they saw her coming from the staircase the mediterranean-looking one
who had smiled at Fiona the day before came over and introduced herself,
Carmen, and then introduced Fiona as 'Alice' to the other two.

   "Feeling nervous, Alice?  You needn't.  You look a million dollars."

   There was no mirror upstairs and none in the club, except for the huge
panel hiding Fabio's office.  So Fiona had not really seen how she looked
in the dress, but guessed it was both stunning and sexy.  A little black
satin dress, but much more than that usually describes, because this was
cunningly designed to show the maximum naked back combined with a front
that left half-bare breasts pushed even higher by a platform bra, and
allowing the occasional peek of a nipple if the observer was at or above
average height.  It reached in theory to mid-thigh, but in fact on Fiona it
just about covered her bottom, and when she sat down probably allowed
glimpses of the back satin thong.  She loved her shoes....  higher heeled
than any she had worn before, but ok indoors in the club she reckoned.  And
sexy as hell!

   "Bit nervous...  and wholly horny!"

   "That's good.  Much easier than faking horniness.  Uh uh!  Here comes an
early bird.  Go on, Alice: this one's yours.  His names Mel, and he's ok."

   She met him half way to the bar.  "Hello.  I'm Alice."

   "And I'm Mel.  I've not seen you before and I could certainly not have
forgotten if I had: you're gorgeous..."

   "Thanks, Mel, and you're a handsome hunk too.  Lots of time in the gym
and tanning lounge?"

   "Gym yes, tanning no.  I'm a lucky guy.  My work takes me to the West
Indies a lot.  Get yourself a drink, Alice, and bring me a double malt
whiskey. .  I usually don't drink till after twelve, but I have a feeling
this is a special occasion."

   The girls showed her how to work the till, starting a tab for "Mel", and
booking the drinks to her number 22.  Her drink was a Pepsi, booked as
double rum and coke.

   "It's all right, Alice.  The regulars all know we do that: every club
hostess in the land does it, has to."

   Within five minutes she had forgotten she was a hostess and he a
customer as their chat was so like an ordinary social occasion.  He sent
her to the bar again, and she did the till and served the drinks
unsupervised, feeling very confident she could handle this job now.  She
decided she would even allow him a little grope or two....  she was still
feeling horny and this guy was something special...  Caribean trips!

   She was a bit disappointed when it was only her thighs and her back that
were caressed.  Probably there was some sort of protocol, or perhaps it was
just too early in the day.

   The club started to fill up, and six more girls appeared so they were
nine in number.

   Carmen came over.  "Sorry, Mel, but you can't monopolise her.  Alice
there's a few people you should meet."

   Three of the girls left briefly to do strip-teases, and handful of the
men bought tickets at the bar for each.  Not as many as you would expect,
but perhaps there would be more in the evening, she thought.

   By three she had met at least a dozen of the punters, and they were all
pleasant, though not all as sexy as her first!  She had not noticed the
time passing and was surprised when Johnson appeared and called time.

   "Sorry guys!  It's not us, it's the licence.  Have a chat with your
councillors!"

   ..................................

   "I'm going to Berners Street to get a bite to eat and then d0o some
shopping: I need some lingerie.  Working clothes.  Fancy coming with me. 
We can share a cab."
"Sure: but I can't go like this.  My clothes are upstairs."
"Fabio didn't show you the locker room and showers then?  He's a rogue.

Just wanted to watch you undress."

   "I didn't mind.  He's dead sexy....  I'll keep changing up there until
he kicks me out."

   "And you're dead sexy too, Alice: he won't kick you out till he's fucked
you a few times."

   "Not sure about that...." But somewhere in the back of her mind, or
perhaps in her tits or her clit, the idea was forming that she might not
say no....

   Nip upstairs then, get changed, and then hit Berners Street: I'll show
you the shop where us club girls get the clothes that turn the guys on.  We
get a discount there"

   Alice was sufficiently streetwise to know that Carmen, too, wanted to
see the new girl naked, and if anything that made her hornier than ever.

   ......................................

   But neither girl saw the other again in the nude for about a week.  By
then they were close friends though it had not been possible to repeat
their trip to town until Friday: Carmen had left each afternoon in the
company of a customer, a different one each day.  Fabio had done his usual
evening walk around the club, socialising with the clients and acting the
genial host and when he came to the table where Fiona was sitting with a
clearly well-heeled middle-aged guy he stopped.

   "Your friend Carmen is doing her act in a minute or two.  If you fancy
watching why not come up to the office for a few minutes?"

   'Just wants a grope,' she thought, 'But I quite like that if I'm honest
with myself, and it would be good to see Carmen naked.' "Yes.  I'd like
that, Fabio, Thanks."

   Fabio turned to the guy, who had his hand on the girl's thigh.  "Sorry
to interrupt, Mr Jack, but I'll send Lucy over to keep you company."

   "That's all right.  I'll get a ticket to watch, and perhaps Alice will
join me again after...."

   .............................................

   She was right about Fabio's motives, but only half right.  As well as
enjoying feeling her up he still wanted her to start offering strip-tease
herself, knowing that her beauty would empty the club into the theatre.  He
knew she was turned on by the idea of being admired, that she was an
exhibitionist at heart, but so far she had always refused.  This might
swing it.

   Fiona was relaxed about his hands on her tits, on her thighs or on her
belly, so she was ok with him standing behind her with his arms around her
as Carmen emerged onto the stage.  She counted the guys sitting or standing
arouns the semi-circle, Eighteen.  She calculated 18 times £40, that's
£720, so £72 for Carmen.  Not bad for quarter of an hour's work.  And for
Fabio £648.  And there were at least six shows a day, though not all were
as well attended as Carmen's: she knew her friend was very popular with the
guys....

   ..................................

   Fabio stood behind her as they watched Carmen's act through the plate
glass window.  She had half expected, wholly hoped for the familiar feel of
his hands on her breasts and he obliged as he stood watching with her.

   It was when Carmen took off the black lacey bra and revealed her lovely
breasts that Fiona felt the first stirrings in her clitoris.  She found
herself thinking how pleasant it would be to kiss those perky bosoms and
when Carmen tweaked the nipples and made them stand Fiona's clitty stood as
well.  She would have loved to finger it, but was inhibited by the presence
of her boss.

   It was towards the end of her act, when with guys standing up and waving
fistfulls of currency Carmen lowered her black silk panties to reveal a
perfectly shaven pussy that Fiona realised two facts.  First she was
attracted to Carmen in a way she had not experienced since her teenage
crush on her ballet and dance instructor Mademoiselle Descartes, though
back then the pretty teacher's breasts and pussy were merely fantasies to
assist Fiona's nightly masturbation: she was sure her cunt would be wet
now. Second, she realised that it might be good to show her own body to
these enthusiastic men, to titillate them, to provoke those bulges in their
trousers she could see even from up her: this would be the ultimate in
exhibitionism.

   She felt Fabio's lips on her bare back, and then those familiar hands on
her breasts, doubtless finding her nipples erect.

   Fabio understood his girls and knew the source of Alice's arousal was
her narcissistic desire to show herself off just as much as any bis-sexual
lust for Carmen.  This was his chance.

   "Makes you feel hot, doesn't it, imagining yourself doing that for all
those eager males.  You've got a lovely body, Alice, and you know it."

   She could feel his cock hard against her bottom as one of his hands left
her breast to press against her pussy.  Sexy feeling despite the layers of
clothing between them.

   She thought a moment.  She could put on a better show than Carmen: she
had been taught modern dance for four years from eleven to fifteen, and
gymnastics from the age of six, and in any case she knew her blonde beauty
was more enticing to men than any brunette, however good the figure.

   "You know me too well, Fabio.  Yes, I would enjoy doing that: I could do
a good strip-tease."

   "Right.  Tomorrow.  Saturday night is always crowded and never enough
girls.  We'll announce it early, and you'll have a full house.  the punters
been waiting for this since your first day".  He gave her breast a squeeze.
"I'll set it up with Stella, and tell her that only one show tomorrow
night, so you get the maximum audience for your first.....  Midnight."



   ......................................

   She had chosen the music herself...  two slow blues numbers, then a fast
Rock n Roll, and finally a blues again....  the total about fifteen minutes
and the changes telling her where she was in her act.  She stood behind the
curtain, a bit nervous, and the music was her cue to push through the heavy
velvet and move slowly and sensually to the centre stage.  The fierce light
dazzled her but she was aware of the near a hundred guys waiting for her:
she could almost hear the gasp of pleasure as she emerged, and could
certainly hear the raucous cheer.  It was friendly, and she knew they had
all been looking forward for a week to seeing her naked: shit!  most of
them had propositioned her, asked her for a fuck!

   The opening couple of minutes were a tease...  dance routines
half-remembered from her teenage dance classes, but with hands stroking her
body....  breasts, hip, bum.  She had dressed for strip-tease, remembering
that the black, tight panties went on first under the suspender belt, and
the high-neck blouse buttoned at the front.  The shouts from the crowd and
the heat from the lights made her feel strangely remote: she was aware that
her pussy and breasts were aroused, and knew it was because she was showing
off her body.  She flipped her skirt up to show a glimpse of her panties,
to a roar of approval.

   Like a clubbing girl she placed her glittery shoulder bag on the floor
making sure she gave a glimpse of her stocking tops as she did, and danced
around it.

   She would enjoy this, she realised as she slowly unbuttoned the silk
blouse, stroking her breasts through the fabric with each button, and
enjoying some wolf-whistles as cleavage and black lace started to appear.
With the last button undone the blouse hung open, and she teased them by
dancing a few steps before letting the white silk fall to the floor.  To
cries of "get it off" from punters eager to see her naked breasts having
lusted for them over weeks she danced while cupping the black silk in both
hands.

   Now it was the skirt.  Teasing she undid the zip at the back before
loosening the clasp at the waist.  She lifted the pleated denim mini-skirt
to show her pussy, a clear camel-toe in the tight knickers as she had
pulled the knickers up as tight as she could: she was enjoying the feeling
as they pressed hard against her well-aroused clit.  Then she bent forward,
her back to the baying crowd to show off her bum.  More wolf-whistles: she
smiled as she remembered the chorus of whistles last month every time she
walked past the building-site in Canal Street.  Those guys were
appreciative of a fleeting glimpse of her lingerie, and it always turned
her on.  But not as much as this baying crowd of excited males....  The
first blues number ended and she let the skirt fall to the floor, stepping
out of it and kicking it onto the blouse in a tidy heap.

   Her shoes had to come off next, and the wooden chair was the essential
prop as she placed one foot on the seat, aware that this maximised her
curvaceous hips and long slender legs.  One shoe and then the other joined
the heap.  Barefooted she danced, making her athletic body contort
suggestively in time with the music, while she unclasped, one at a time,
the three catches on the straps of her suspender belt.  Her foot on the
chair again she stripped the black, seamed nylon stocking and stretched it,
as she had seen Carmen do the evening before.  Now the other stocking, and
her eyes were sufficiently accustomed to the lights to be able to see some
of the guys at the front, and see most of them were stroking hard cocks
discretely under the cloth of their trousers.  No naked cocks.  But the
knowledge they were aroused, lusting for her, dozens of them, made her feel
horny, her breasts heavy, her clit hard, her pussy wet....

   She danced, and the straps of her suspender belt swung loose.  Towards
the end of the second blues she unclasped the suspender belt and it joined
the small heap of bag, shoes and clothes.

   Now to a raunchy Stones number she strutted her stuff, showing off her
body which was enhanced as much as hidden by the wispy black nylon of bra
and panties.  She stroked not only her breasts now, but also her belly and
mons, sometimes turning her back to the howling punters and bending to show
her cute bottom, hands stroking the rounded satin, sometimes suggestively
slipping inside to caress naked flesh.

   Most of the punters had abandoned the seats and were now standing in a
crowded semi-circle round the front of the stage, some of them clutching
currency notes, waving arms.  Notes started to fall on the floor of the
stage to traditional cries of "Gettem Off!"

   Teasing, she collected handfulls of cash and stuffed it in her bag, and
then gave them half what they wanted, turning her back to them so they
could watch her undo the clasp of her bra, then turning round to hold the
loose cups in her hands for as few teasing steps, until with a laugh... 
genuinely happy and not forced, she shucked it off and kicked it onto the
heap with her bag.  She stood still a moment, despite the thumping rhythm
of the music, and let her fingers slowly draw up the cones of her breasts,
tanned like her body, and then fingers and thumbs grasping and pulling
erect, long, brown nipples.

   The yells were accompanied by moans of desire.  Guys were calling to her
to get her attention, and she made smiling, enticing eye contact with some
of them, and money cascaded onto the floor as the final blues number began.

   Again she collected most of it up, before showing them the trick she
would become famous for.  Head and forearms making a firm triangle
platform, she stood on her head, long, fine legs straight upright in the
air in the air emphasising the seductive gap between slender thighs now
above her pussy, then slowly she opened her legs the black satin knickers
stretching but tight into her cunt cleft, decorating rather than hiding. 
She was so aroused that her juices were beginning to escape the nylon, and
there can have been few of the spectators who did not realise this was not
just a pro actress, but a woman who was genuinely turned on by showing her
body, a sexy woman....  Horny.

   Only a couple of minutes left, so she would give them what they were
baying for.  Her pussy was waxed hairless, and she had run a razor over it
that morning, unnecessarily but partly because she enjoyed doing it and
watching in her mirror.  She knew it was pretty as well as being sexy,
suggestively youthful naked as it was.  Slowly, motionless and facing her
audience she slipped a hand inside and as they yelled stroked her mons, the
shape of her hand showing though the nylon.  Now, with fingers inside the
waistband each side, thumbs outside she slowly drew the flimsy nylon down.
Cries of Yes!  (and worse) as the wet cloth unstuck from her cunt-lips, and
fell to her ankles...  to join everything else in the heap.

   She danced round the stage till the music ended, collecting the amazing
amount of notes.  The music stopped, and she stood arms in the air, before
holding them out as if to welcome the punters whose eyes she met.  She
could feel her orgasm mounting.....  and then it was there, making her
nearly stumble in her dance.  She stood a moment, shaking and blew them a
kiss.

   But the cry started...  "More!  More!"

   So she again stood on her head, this time naked, open legs showing her
wet and gleaming cunt-lips, puffy and swollen now, part open, and those at
the front could see her erect clitoris peeping out.  There could hardly
have been a male present who did not in those brief moments fantasise
leaning over that naked delight and applying his mouth to the open cleft.

   "More!  More!"

   'Why not?' she thought.  She was enjoying this as much as they were.

   So she sat on the bare wooden chair and slowly opened her legs.  Now she
cupped her hairless pussy in her right hand, her left stroking one
matchless breast.  She could come again so easily.  Juices were running
through her fingers onto the wooden seat.

   Watching upstairs Fabio made a decision.  He only had to look at Alice's
puffy cunt-lips and clearly visible clitoris, the juices still running down
those shapely thighs.  those erect nipples atop her incredible breasts, all
that plus the dazed look in her eyes, told him the girl was horny despite
the strength of her orgasm, or perhaps because of it.  This was his
moment....  She had been turned on by the adulation of near a hundred randy
males, by the knowledge that her own body was driving them to a sexual
fervour: She had cum once and, By God!  She was cumming again to the roar
of the crowd, cash showering onto the stage.  He calculated his take... 
ninety two tickets at £40 les3 her £4.  Fuckin Ell, that's £3000 somethin!
And he was going to get to fuck her at last....  God only knows how much
she would shove into that little bag!
He left the cameras running recording her act, but switched on the four
cams in his office and stripped naked himself, making sure the close-up cam

got his ten inches in clear profile...

   She slowly spread her legs and parted the golden-tanned labia with
slender finger and thumb showing the shouting crowd the secret inner
scarlet.  There was a momentary silence as she masturbated two-handed, left
pulling and rubbing the pearl of her clit, two fingers of her right
finger-fucking her cunt, juices flowing now, running down onto the wooden
seat.  Shouts again she dimly heard as her boy shuddered, fierce spasms
racking through it, so pleasurable as to be nearly pain.  She finger fucked
till they died away.

   "More!  More!"

   Who was it who said you should always leave them wanting more?  She was
not wholly in control of herself but somewhere inside her dizzy head that
idea had formed.  She got up and, making sure her bum was sometimes facing
the crowd as she bent, sometimes her tits, she collected the new harvest of
fivers and stuffed them in her shoulder bag.  Then collecting up the little
heap of clothes and shoes she scampered off the stage and ran up the stairs
to Fabio's office, pushing through the curtain of beads that served as a
door.

   To see her boss as she had not seen him before, but had sometimes
imagined: black hair all over, gorilla over a muscled body, and that cock
standing large, pointing at her as she dropped bag and clothes, hand to
mouth, gasping.  Her eyes were fixed on his penis, and she could feel her
cunt starting again, her breasts heavy, her nipples aching.  He was only a
couple of paces away and she was sure he could hear her heart thumping.  He
was smiling....  that super-sexy, perfect teethed smile.....  And then he
took those two steps and held her, hugged her, his mouth seeking hers.  She
could feel his hairy body against her, new!  Terry was not hairy, and she
had never known how sensual body hair could be, and so strong, holding her
close to him.  His mouth on hers, she melted as his tongue penetrated.

   "I'm going to fuck you Alice.  We're gonna fuck."

   A hand was between her buttocks, opening her labia from behind....

   "No!  Nooooo!"

   Her head said no, but her cunt and breasts said Yes, Oh yes!

   "Oh yes, Alice.  You want it, I want it , we're gonna fuck."

   "Noooooo!"

   She tried to push him away, but his arm round her waist was just too
powerful and that hand on her arse, the side of it pressing onto her
cunt-lips held her belly hard against his penis, pressing it into her
belly.

   Now, one hand sill between her buttocks, the other taking her weight
under one buttock cheek he lifted her, so easily, and, her arms round his
neck, her legs apart round his body, he carried her to his desk and laid
her on it, pulling her forward so her bum rested on the edge, her legs
dangling down.

   "You want it, Alice!  I can feel how wet you are.  Your honey pot wants
my cock.  Admit it!  We're gonna fuck, sweetie."

   "Nooooo!"

   But she lay motionless, inert, no longer struggling, no longer pushing
him away: she knew she should not but there was a storm of desire raging
inside her as she felt the pressure of his knob prising apart her labia and
being wiped up and own her wet cleft.  Each time his knob passed her
clitoris a shock of pleasure raced through it.  She gasped as after resting
a second at the entrance that flaring knob pushed and suddenly was in her.
The same thrust of Fabio's powerful hips drove the shaft deep inside,
stretching and opening where only her fingers had penetrated for months. 
She had known his was longer, broader than Terry's and her cunt felt full,
gloriously full as slowly the shaft slid in.  Then it touched the end.....
Terry's never had.  She stroked her belly and could actually feel though
the flesh the bulge where it had penetrated: again, Terry's had never been
wide enough to do this.

   She decided to enjoy!  Fabio should not have taken her like this, but
perhaps her resistance had only be token, so she could later say she had
not agreed if she so wanted , and perhaps Fabio had realised this.  Any
way, it was good

   He pulled his cock out as far as the knob and thrust in again, hard this
time, and amid the pleasure there was some pain as it smashed into her
cervix.  Her hand still down there she felt his cock: at least an inch was
not in....  he was too long for her.  Her "Ow!" was an expression of
surprise and also of pain.  He leaned forward and grasped her tits for the
next thrust, and as he fucked her harder and faster those "Ows!" became a
continuous scream as the pain and the pleasure of his ram-rod merged and
she started her second orgasm of the night, this more powerful, more
mind-shattering than the first and Fabio felt her body tens, relax, tense
relax as waves of delight racked her.

   She came....  but he did not: this was too good to stop yet!

   She protested when he pulled his cock out, a sudden sense of loss, a
let-down at the height of her pleasure, but it was only to turn her over so
her bum was upwards.  He pulled her out from the desk so her thighs were
secure, but most of her bottom was clear of the glass top .  "Shit!  You've
got a lovely arse, Alice." He spread her buttocks and saw her anus, pink in
the un-tanned cleft, and looking virginal.  As he suspected it was.... 
"One day soon" he murmured, but opened her cunt lips with thumb and
forefinger, and as juices ran down onto the desk he shoved his cock in
again.  Her orgasm had started to fade but this new invasion triggered it
again and as he fucked, his balls swinging against her, his knob bashing
into her cervix, she started the third of her orgasms, seemingly building
from the summit of the second, and climbing to new heights.

   She had never known anything like this: her cumming with Terry even in
the good days had been nothing as intense.  She surrendered completely to
it.  Screams, and pleas for more echoed round the room.

   It was several orgasms later that Fabio allowed himself to cum
coinciding with one of hers, her cunt gripping and milking his cock.

   He pulled out, and she rolled over on her side to see for the first
time....

   The video screen.  The bloody video!  There he was, gorilla with cum
oozing from his still-hard cock: her laying in a pool of her own juices and
his cum, Oh No!

   She looked behind his desk, down into the club.  All the punters were
huddled in two groups staring up at their wide screens: her whole screaming
performance had been seen by a hundred randy males.  She was shocked.....
but her body was responding just as it had when she entertained them with
strip-tease.  Incredible, she wanted more: and especially with an audience.
She was ashamed of herself, but that is how she was, she realised.

   And Fabio knew she wanted more: he would give her more!

   They lay together on the polished wood block floor, head to tail.  She
gasped as she felt Fabio's lips on her cunt lips, at first kissing her
lightly, teasing her.  His cock, half-hard, was pressed against her face
and she could smell her scent on it, as well as the masculine smell of his
hairy balls.  She had one arm around him, pulling him onto her, her hands
combed into that amazing hair covering even his buttocks, and as she pulled
him even tighter she grasped his cock with her free hand.  At the moment
she felt his tongue slip between her outer lips she pushed his knob into
her mouth followed by a couple of inches of shaft.  It was exciting to feel
it stiffen immediately, exciting too the taste, that mix of cum and her
juices.

   He was really eating her out now, mostly nibbling and pulling at her
clitoris, but his tongue making occasional excursions down her cleft and
into her vagina.  She could not remember the last time her husband had
treated her to this....  an age ago.  Terry was classic "wham bam thank you
mam", even before his impotence.  She allowed another couple of inches into
her mouth and started moving so it slid in and out, but soon forgot to as
her climax built.  Fabio's whole face was raking up and down her cleft now,
nose and lips teasing her clit and the opening of her vagina: then, sensing
she was about to cum he gabbed her erect clitoris between pursed lips and
pulled at it, stretching it at the same time sticking his finger into her
vagina and finger fucking her.

   She screamed her joy!

   The video watchers downstairs, nearly a hundred in the two groups,
cheered and shouted, clamouring for more.

   Fiona knew what she wanted now.....  more fucking.

   Even before her spasms had completely died away she had him over on his
back and was kneeling astride him, holding his cock vertical and rubbing it
against her cunt.

   Looking up she could see the watchers and although no sound penetrated
Fabio's office from below she knew the arm-waving crowd were shouting for
the same thing she wanted.  She found it doubly exciting to see so many
males lusting after her, and she gave them what they, and she wanted,
slowly lowering herself onto his cock till it was fully in and her naked
thighs rested on his hairy hips.

   Her orgasms had not lessened her athletic vigour, and she bounced up and
down on him while he watched her breasts, so firm they hardly jiggled at
all despite her frenzied movement.  He reached up and held them, squeezing,
tweaking the nipples...  God!  she was cumming again, this time the
biggest, longest orgasm of the night.  Still moving on him, spasms racked
her body till she collapsed on him, her breasts pressed into his chest
hair, and milking his cock with the contractions of her vagina.

   Fabio came, too.

   ..................................................

   They lay for several minutes before she got off him, cum spilling from
her cunt.  He had a shower in his quarters....  spartan, with a bed and a
few sticks of furniture.......  and by the time they had enjoyed soaping
each other, Fabio especially feeling round and into her anus, Johnson was
calling closing time, blaming the conditions of their license as he always
did.

   She just made the night bus....  though they ran every half hour, and
was home soon after, feeling energised rather than tired by the bouts of
"bed wrestling".  In fact she would not have minded more....

   Terry was still up: usually he was asleep by the time she got in.

   She stopped at the kitchen door...  God!  He was a mess.  Obviously he
had not washed, still in the courier company's uniform.  Drunk!  He was
sitting at the kitchen table, in front of him near-empty half bottle of
vodka and empty coke bottle.  Worse his syringe and gas-pipe were on the
table too, as well as his cannabis and a full ash tray.  He looked up and
she knew that look in his eye: he was stoned and drunk.  And sweaty.  and
unwashed.  He hadn't cooked anything by the look of it, but there was a
mess of bread, ham and cheese in among the debris of his addictions..... 
Totally ugly and unlovable.  It was like a cold flannel on her pussy:
killed it!

   "Bastard cops!"

   She looked at him enquiring....

   "Bastard pulled me over, last trip of the shift.  Fuckers had that new
drugs test gadget and said I was driving under the influence.  Said I was
driving erratically.  Fuckers!"

   "And?" She felt very little sympathy: he was usually under the influence
of drugs starting as soon as he got up.

   "Bastards had me back to the station charged with that and they chucked
in obscene and insulting as well.  Chucked the book at me.  Phoned fuckin
Peterson and he had to send a couple of drivers out to pick up the van and
complete the shift.  Fuckers!  When I go in tomorrow sure as hell he'll
fire me.  He's wanted to for months and now he's got me cold.  Fucker!"

   There were tears in his eye, an unmanly mixture of rage and self-pity.

   She went round behind him and started to tidy the table.

   "You'll have to give this up, Terry.  You know it's killing you, and
you'll not get another job until you're clean...."

   "And you shut up, woman..."

   "I mean it, Terry, and where will we be if you don't work?  I mean it's
difficult enough now with most of your pay going on this rubbish...."

   "Bitch!  Stop fucking nagging...."

   Still sitting, he turned and swung at her, the back of his fist hitting
her in the face.  She fell over backwards....  And that was the moment she
knew she had to get out.  This was without hope.

   As she sat on the floor he just muttered "bitches", stood up.  turned
his back on her, stumbled, recovered, and staggered out towards the marital
bedroom.

   Fiona was amazed at herself: as well as the pain of a blow direct to the
eye she had suffered what was meant to be humiliation, she was sure, but
all she could feel was rage.  This was going to end.  As she prepared a
micro-waved meal she planned, and planned.  By the time she went to bed....
in the spare room...  she knew exactly what she was going to do.

   ...............................



   It was nine thirty before she woke, and looked at herself in the mirror.
Looking good...  pity about the swelling round the eye!  Terry had gone. 
She needed the day off: Fabio was expecting her this Friday, both shifts,
and as she had not got a number for him her first call would have to be The
Club.

   Carmen was already there, and when she heard the story, and 'Alice''s
decision she smiled, said "Right On!  Dump the clown!", hugged her and went
with her up to see Fabio.  Who was supportive too.  Deciding they would
need a van he phoned a pal (Luigi) and borrowed a van and a man for the
morning, obviously calling in some favour.  As they could not be sure Terry
would be out he went down with them and asked Johnson to go with them:
gentle giant he might be, but Terry would be unlikely to mix it with a guy
built like a heavyweight boxer.  And two men would be useful for any heavy
stuff.

   Carmen asked if Alice wanted to use her spare room until she sorted out
a new place for herself .  "No need to rush it: find the right one,
darling."

   Fiona was scrupulous about leaving a fair share of their possessions: as
well as her clothes she took her dressing table, her long mirror, the spare
double bed, and plenty of bed-linen, towels and so on, her books, dvds and
cds, and from the kitchen most of the pots and pans and the mixer (Terry
used takeaways or microwaved ready meals).  That was about it.  It
transpired that Luigi owned a storage depot, and all except her clothes
went into it ("no charge to one of Fabio's girls" Luigi said).

   They were dropped off at Carmen's place and she asked Johnson to tell
Fabio she would be staying with Alice and not be in till Saturday early
shift.  As they ate an omelette she told Alice that Luigi was not charged
admission when he visits the club.  "That's the way those Italians are:
very close!"

   It was still only mid-day but Carmen had plans of her own.....  which
coincided with Fiona's unspoken thoughts.

   "I like a snooze in the afternoon: join me?"

   "Oh yes!"

   As she followed Carmen upstairs, watching the girl's cute buttocks move
under the thin denim of her mini skirt, admiring those long, slender legs
in their seamed glossy stockings, and wondering if she would soon be
kissing the milk chocolate flesh at the stocking tops so provocatively
displayed with each step, Fiona just had to touch her clit.  Fuck!  She was
looking forward to this.

   The house had seemed to be furnished 'minimalist' fashion, scrupulously
clean but with only what was strictly necessary and no clutter of ornaments
or decoration.  But Carmen's bedroom was over-the-top with red velvet and
gold ormolu everywhere, huge antique mirrors, and a queen-size bed covered
by a gold satin sheet, and with interesting attachments to the iron
bed-head and bed-foot, reminiscent of torture chambers in horror movies. 
Carmen's services included S&M play, obviously.  Well, interesting as that
might be Fiona hoped it was for another day.  She had quite enough novelty
for the time being.  There was a mirror set in the ceiling over the bed,
and another set behind the bed-head.  It occurred to Fiona that this room
was modelled on pictures she had seen of nineteenth century French
brothels........





   ........................

   Both girls knew precisely what that "snooze" would entail, and both of
them were enjoying that cunt-warming expectation.

   Fiona lay on her side looking at Carmen, who lay on her back.  Fiona to
her surprise found her new friend sexy, devastatingly sexy, astounding as
apart from teenage crushes on teachers or girls her senior she had never
really felt sexual attraction towards women.  Carmen's striptease had been
the trigger to those latent, suppressed feelings, and now she longed to
reach out and caress those shapely legs, that flat belly.  Carmen's
lingerie was florid, black silk with large scarlet hibisscus flowers in a
bold and "over-the -top" design that matched the sultry expression and
golden brown mediterranean skin-tone.  Fiona longed to reach out and stroke
those proud breasts, but lacked the courage to make the first move.

   She noticed that Carmen wore her panties, full cut hipsters, over the
top of her suspender belt and smiled, thinking she knew why: Carmen's men
probably liked her in glossy seamed stockings, but also wanted to get at
her pussy easily....

   Carmen caught her friend's smile....

   "You look happy, Alice...."

   "I am.  It is nice laying here with you."

   "You've got a lovely figure, Alice.  May I?"

   Without waiting for an answer she turned on her side and reached an arm
over Fiona, finding the clasp of her bra and undoing it, The cups fell
forward, and it was immediately obvious those breasts needed no support,
and the lingerie was purely decorative.  She slipped a hand between the cup
and the warm flesh.

   "Lovely breasts, so firm and shapely: no wonder the guys were wild for
you the other day...."

   "That and my disgraceful video!"

   "Yeah!  That too, sweetie.  God you've got me all wet just remembering
it...."

   "Me too, Carmen....though I haven't seen the video."

   And they were in each others' arms kissing.  Fiona felt Carmen's tongue
slide into her mouth, licking teeth and palate, and then her lips pulled by
her friend's pursed lips.

   "Let me...."

   She fumbled with Carmen's brassiere, and Carmen reached behind and
released it.  They both slipped out of their bras and embraced again naked
bosom to naked bosom.  Fiona felt carmen's hand between their bodies,
stroking her belly, and then inside the waistband of her knickers, reaching
down over her smooth mound to find her half-open cunt-lips.  A finger
penetrated the outer lips and slid up and down her cleft, making her gasp
as it pressed on her erect clitoris with each passage.

   "You're as wet as me, darling...."

   "Let me feel, too...."

   Fiona slipped a hand into Carmen's knickers and found the heat and
wetness of her cleft.  She tried to pull the panties down.  The couple
separated momentarily and in seconds both had removed their knickers, to
embrace again, this time each of them dabbling in the other's juices.

   Now Carmen had her lips on Fiona's breast, pulling at the nipple,
licking and kissing the warm flesh.  Fiona moaned as her clitoris was
responding to busy fingers around her cunt, and her whole body to Carmen's
suckling.

   With a sudden movement, Carmen was head-to-toes with her conquest, her
cheek and then her tongue on the smooth, hairless mons, and then her lips
on those pouting cunt-lips, inhaling the scent of arousal.  Tentatively
Fiona kissed the glistening cunt lips now a finger's breadth from her face.
As Carmen opened Fiona's cleft and licked up and down, so Fiiona echoed the
gesture exactly.

   And they were enjoying a lesbian sixty nine.

   Fiona Jesperson would not have given way to long repressed desires, but
it was as if her new persona "Alice, men's club hostess" had released her
from all those self-inflicted prohibitions.  She wanted this girl, and she
would have her.  She wanted an orgasm and she would have one.  At least
one!

   In the event Carmen came first, as Fiona licked and sucked and finger
fucked, and Fiona was moments behind, hugging so tightly and grunting as
spasms ran through her body.  This was as good as her comes with Fabio, she
thought.  Fuck!  What she had been missing.  And she thought her sex had
once been good with Terry.  She had not known what real good sex felt like,
how every part of the body quivered with the pleasure.  Well, now she knew,
and by God!  she was going to make up for those lost years.

   ............................

   They lay together, each with face resting on the other's mons, silent
for long minutes.

   "I never knew, Carmen."

   "Was I really your first, darling?"

   "Mmmmm.  I think I love you."

   "The sex was good....  But to be honest it always is."

   "Even those guys?  I mean...."

   "The ones who pay me?  Yes even them.  Sometimes especially them.  I
only fuck the ones I fancy....  There's enough of them." She laughed.

   "How much do they pay?"

   "I've got set rates, and they are the same as most of the girls: no
point in undercutting anyone.  Never allow them to haggle!  First hour two
hundred, second hour one fifty, all night five hundred."

   "Bloody hell!  I had no idea...."

   "Most one hours are afternoons.  Night shift they usually buy two or all
night...."

   "I think I could do with some of that, Carmen."

   "Go for it, girl!"

   "And some more of this."

   She kissed Carmen's shiny.  puffed cunt lips, and then again buried her
face between the girl's legs: Carmen reciprocated.

   ....................

   That afternoon they organised Fiona's Visa account to accept payments
and got her a card reader.  Fiona banked most of the cash from the strip
tease, and was so glad she and Terry had never had a joint account, both
preferring to keep their own mainly through laziness, so her weekly pay was
going to the right home.  Then a visit to the Berners Street boutique,
where Fiona bought lingerie and stockings, several shoe shops for silver
high heels to go with the lingerie, and back to Berners Street for a dress.

   They had a meal in a small Italian restaurant, and then it was back to
Carmen's to get ready for the evening shift.  Fiona knew exactly who her
first "client" would be....

   "Make sure he knows you're his first, sweetie.  He should pay through
the nose for that...."

   "I'm sure he'll be generous!  I know he fancies me."

   ..............................

   Friday was always a busy night at Fabio's, but Fiona was counting the
minutes and as the hours passed she became just a bit dejected: the guy she
fancied for her first "professional rendezvous" still had not turned up. 
He always came on Fridays: Friday was his night, the week's work done and
boring domestic domesticity still a day away.

   Almost midnight and Melrose arrived: as he sat at an empty table he
could not have failed to see the real, unfeigned joy with which Fiona
greeted him, bubbling with enthusiasm.

   "We'd almost given up on you, Mel.  Friday would just not be the same
without you."

   "Business meeting and then business dinner.  You look fantastic in that
dress, sweetie.  Sex on legs!" He was never without her image somewhere in
his memory: he would see a young girl in some hotel lobby, long, slender
legs and trim waist emphasising rounded, jutting, cute little bum, and he
would immediately compare her in his mind with Alice.  Or a buxom brunette
with large breasts; again the memory of Alice, blonde, blue-eyed angel with
small, firm, almost teenage tits would sink the brunette without trace. 
And here was his ideal, simply dressed in a silver satin-silk figure
hugging dress, cut low at the bosom, mid-thigh length, and leaving her back
naked and tanned-delicious except for two suggestive silver chains.  Wow!
Welcoming him joyfully!

   She pulled a chair out but did not sit down, standing there so he could
enjoy her slender, lithe body so well set-off by the dress.

   He found himself remembering the athleticism of her astounding, never to
be forgotten strip-tease.  What he would not give for a copy of that tape:
must speak to Fabio about it....

   "And you are so handsome in your dinner jacket: I love a hunky male in
his dj, so sexy.  The Friday usual Mel?"

   "If you'll share it with me, Alice."

   She returned with the champagne in its cooler and a couple of flutes. 
As he opened the bottle, with his usual skill, she sat and leaned forward
so he had a glimpse of her cleavage and the lacy edge of her silver satin
bra, the suggestion of nipples showing through the fine fabric.  God! 
Silver against that golden all-over tan, and firm little tits that need no
support from the flimsy brassiere...

   "I can see you find me sexy Mel." She laughed, and groped his cock, a
hard shape under the black silk suiting.  Fuck!  She had never done that
before.  This looked promising.

   She looked at his hands as he poured the wine, careful it should not
bubble over the glasses, and imagined those large, powerful hands on her
naked breasts, those fingers on her pussy.  His square finger nails were
immaculate like the rest of his personal grooming.  He had a wedding band
on his ring finger and she wondered if that was the finger he would use to
slide into her vagina to warm her up....  not that she needed warming.  Her
cunt was on fire.

   Her vaginal opening round his finger would be as good as any damn
wedding band!

   "To us!"

   "To us!" She responded.  The champagne was a welcome cold tang in her
throat, bubbles in her mouth.  It was a long time since her supper with
Carmen, and she knew even one glass would make her hornier....  if that was
possible.

   He put his glass down and placed his hand, cold from the champagne
bottle, on her stockinged thigh enjoying the hard glossy texture, moving it
up till he found a suspender clasp on the inside of her leg, and slipping
his hand under the suspender strap so it was trapped between the satin and
her silky soft flesh.  So warm.  Normally she would close her legs when he
did this.  Tonight she even opened them a bit for him.

   Melrose noticed that tonight she had her panties over the suspender
belt, whereas usually it was the other way round, as it had to be if she
was called to do a strip tease.  Handy for sex, though...  Fuck!  She had
not closed her legs: perhaps she really was glad to see him.  He slid his
had up further and rested the edge of his palm on her pussy.  Damp!  And
hot!  He was not the only one who was aroused.  Time for the proposition he
had made at least a dozen times before....

   "My place after you close, sweetie?"

   He always asked this and inevitably got the same answer...."I'm a
married woman...." But this time it was different.

   "I'd like that, Mel.  I broke with my up husband this morning so I am
free to do what I want now, and what I want is to get all the sex I need.
And I really need it.  I'm going to be a whore, like all the other girls.
But only with the guys I really like, and girls I guess if I'm lucky...  I
decided to start tonight and I did so want you to be my first..."

   Mel had been in the club when her cavorting with Fabio had been
transmitted on CCTV and he knew she was not just saying she needed.  She
was genuinely multi-orgasmic.  A treasure.  God!  That head-stand!  A real
erotic acrobat!

   "Oh Boy!  Same rates as the other girls?"

   "Same as Carmen.  But perhaps you'll add a bit for being my first
customer, and only my third man ever."

   He thought.  'Her husband, Fabio, and me.'

   All night and into the morning, and I'll double rates.  You're worth
it!"

   "That's generous, and I promise I will be worth it...."

   ....................................

   Fabio was amused his new girl was so quickly "on the game", and told her
to slip out early with her man, so she got her short coat and they walked
together the fifty yards to where his car was parked.  A Jaguar, and by the
number plates nearly new.  It smelled new inside too, Her impression that
he was rich was confirmed when his "place" turned out to be a suite in the
Excelsior, a five star hotel.  "I'm here five nights a week, so it makes
sense to reserve it long-term."

   He was welcomed by the night-porter, a "Jeeves" type who greeted them
with a respectful "Good evening Mr Forbes", good evening, Miss."

   "Good Evening, Blenkinsop."

   Respectful, yes, but she could see the lust and envy in the
night-porter's eyes, and was not surprised at it.  Forbes....  Melrose
Forbes.  Not many of the men customers used surnames, or even necessarily
their true first names.

   "I should have a shower, Mel."

   He was all right: a masculine scent, yes, but dead sexy.  But she had
been in the club three hours: hot, being groped, getting horny.

   "Not for me, sweetie.  I want you as you are.  We'll shower later."

   He pulled her to him and she could feel his hard cock diagonal across
his belly, pressing against her.  As they kissed, his tongue in her mouth,
then his pursed lips pulling at her lower lip, before kissing again she
felt his hand on her back, fiddling with the chains.  The clasp came
undone, and as he held her at arms length for a second the dress fell in a
pool of silver at her feet.  She stepped out of it and pulled at his
bow-tie.  It was a genuine one....  it would be with him she thought.... 
and when it came undone she fiddled with the silver buttons on his shirt.
Amazingly he was hairless, beneath, tanned, muscular and broad, but waxed
as smooth as her pussy or arm-pits.  OH my god!  she thought.  He's like a
Greek Hero...  perfect.

   He flung his jacket and shirt on a chair and as he pressed her breasts
against him she again groped his cock.

   "Let me...."

   She was fiddling with his cummerbund and then the buttons and zip: He
wore blue striped boxers beneath.  She sat on the floor and undid his shoe
laces, taking off the shoes and socks before pulling his trousers off over
his naked feet and away to join her dress on the floor.

   Kneeling in front of him she teasingly nuzzled his erection through the
cotton.  She teased herself a short moment, guessing it would be
magnificent, and then reached inside and pulled his cock out.  Bigger than
Terry's!  Bigger too than Fabio's!  A cock to go with a muscular
physique....  those heavy-muscled thighs and that six-pack belly.  It was
uncut and he groaned when she pushed the skin down, and her eyes met his,
laughing mischievously and glittering ocean-blue as she licked the
glistening knob, lifting a drop of precum that made a thin strand between
his penis and her tongue before it snapped.

   She held it at arms length studying, recording it in her memory: long,
at least nine inches, not especially broad and with a knob not much wider
than the shaft.  The shaft was tanned but a lighter shade than his belly
and had a raised vein: his helmet was pink and glistened with precum.  She
reached inside and cradled his balls, big and loose in their sack, hairless
like the whole of his pubes.  she felt under...  anus hairless too.  She
gently squeezed his balls and allowed his thrusting cock to penetrate her
lips till the knob rested on her palate.  He groaned as her tongue
fluttered up and down the front of the shaft.

   He reached down and fondled her breasts through the satin, tweaking
nipples that felt firm and rubbery between thumb and forefinger.

   She let the cock escape from her lips, stood up and laughing happily
reached behind her back to unclasp the bra, which joined the other debris
on the carpet.

   "Lovely breasts..."

   She pressed them against his chest, naked flesh to naked flesh and he
groaned as she handled his cock again.  He lowered his face and suckled one
breast, squeezing the other.

   Her tits had looked good in the strip tease, and in the video, but for
real they were heaven, small, almost like a teenage girl's, but perfect
standing proud and pert with those long pinky-brown nipples.  No tan
lines.....  she must sunbathe naked, he thought.

   Fiona smiled, thinking these big strong men were like babes when it came
to breasts, just wanting to suckle.  Thank goodness!  That felt so good.

   "Don't forget the other one, Mel...."

   As he sucked, licked, kissed, he slipped his hand beneath the waistband
of her panties: her skin was smoother even than the satin, her buttocks
firm and rounded, and when he felt down the hairless lips were puffed, and
open from behind enough for him to feel the warmth and wetness.

   She pulled his boxers down and they fell to his ankles.

   "You too..."

   He pulled at them and and sticking a moment in her wet crotch finally
her panties fell to her ankles and she stepped out of them.

   He picked her up, effortlessly and with her arms around his neck he
carried her to the double bed.

   She lay on the bed, bum on the edge of it legs apart and hanging over
the edge.

   She wanted him!  It amazed her how she had become sensitised to sex
since the fantastic session with Fabio: it had released her from a quarter
century of inhibitions, and now she did not even have to consider Terry. 
He was history, and this glorious sex was the future.  She looked at his
cock and then closed her eyes, expecting to feel it ram up into her
so-eager cunt.

   But instead Mel was kneeling on the carpet between her lags, holding her
by the ankles, legs wide open.  She felt his lips on her pussy-lips, the
roughness of his evening stubble-chin on her thighs, and then his tongue
between those lips, and now his lips on her clitoris, nibbling, pulling at
it.

   Jeez!  That was all it took: she was cumming.

   "Fuck!  Mel I'm gonna.....  Aaaaah!"

   And her orgasm took a sudden and even more intense form as she felt him
choose that moment to ram his cock in deep, far enough to hit the end of
her vagina before his body slammed into her open crotch.  Out, and then
another thrust.  She was grunting, one throaty groan with each of the
spasms racking through her body, and each accompanied by that stretching,
powerful thrust, that impact on the neck of her cervix.  On and on her
orgasm went, and just as it seemed about to subside he reached over her and
grasped a tit in each hand, squeezing.  She was off again, higher and
higher, while he was with difficulty controlling his own climax.

   Then she screamed and he felt her vagina clamp on his cock, holding it
almost painfully., He could feel the spasm in it, and it was as if he was
being milked.

   He came with a shout of his own, and with four massive pile-driving
thrusts filled her cunt with cum....

   He collapsed on top of her, both of them sweaty and panting for breath.

   .......................

   "Fuck!  You're good, Alice.  Shit!  You've got a rare talent...."

   "mmmm"

   "We're sweaty.  Shower?"

   "Later, Mel.  Get yourself that champagne and I'll get you up again.  I
want some more.  That was so good..."

   "Not sure I can yet, sweetie...."

   "You'll see!"

   And he did!  Two steps from the bed and she bent over touching her toes,
made a tripod with her head and fore-arms and then slowly, gracefully
raised her legs till she was standing on her head.  Then she allowed her
legs to open.

   "Suck me, Mel.  Suck my pussy.  Make me cum!  I never did this before."

   In all his women, girls, married women, whores, he had never done this.
His cock, amazingly, twitched at the very prospect.

   "Nor did I, sweetie!"

   He bent over her savouring the scent of their fucking but also enjoying
a view of a hairless pussy he had never experienced before.  Holding her
knees to keep her steady he licked the silky inside of her thigh, tracing
along until he buried his face in her crotch, his tongue penetrating the
swollen outer lips, and finding the wet warmth.  Now her clit: he licked
it, nibbled it, pulled at it with pursed lips.

   A naughty thought entered her head.  Carmen would enjoy this!  She
dismissed it as the pleasure increased.  She just knew this was going to be
a good, powerful one....

   "Ooooh Yes!  Yes, Mel, darling.  Like that.  Fuck!  It's good.  Fuck! 
I'm gonna.....  oh yes Yeeeeeeeeees!"

   And they collapsed in a heap on the floor.

   He was momentarily worried he had hurt her in the tumble, but she had
found his cock hard again under the stimulus of the acrobatic sex and the
scent and taste of her pussy, rolled him over on his back, and was astride
him, holding his stiffy vertical below her open cunt lips.

   "My turn now!"

   She lowered himself onto his cock and he luxuriated in the wet warmth,
feeling the last vestiges of the spasms that had surged through her.  The
girl was incredibly athletic: that beautiful body was not only sexy it was
super-fit, and he lay back watching her tits as she bounced up and down on
him, her hands pressed to his chest.  Her vagina was gripping his cock and
then he felt it tighten still further and he knew she was cumming again.

   He reached up and took a breast in each hand squeezing them hard, almost
brutally.

   Her buttocks crashed into him, her cunt holding his cock, her hands
beating on his chest, and she came.  How many was that he asked himself? 
What a girl!  What a treasure!  Good job the hotel "bridal suite" had thick
walls because this was a little whore who came noisily!

   She rolled off him, and immediately was sucking his cock, cradling his
balls in one hand and jerking him off with the other while she sucked and
licked his knob.  He fondled those matchless breasts again, and now he
came, the biggest of his climaxes so far.

   She swallowed it all.

   ............................

   Temporarily exhausted, they lay side by side on the carpet, she still
holding his ball sack, he still fondling one breast.

   "You should meet my brother Maxwell...."

   "Is he as good at sex as you, Mel?"

   "Ha!  Max is a film producer, makes porn films.  He's bought the videos
of your striptease and the fantastic one of you with Fabio and wants you to
sign a contract and release so he can market them, and so you can make more
films for him.  Reckons you could be a mega-star!

   "Sounds good!  I'd like to meet him."

   "I'll set it up, then.  Now we need to shower."

   ..................................

   It started as a shower, but of course soaping each other He soon became
hard again, and Fiona was never really fully satisfied, always up for more.

   "If I'm to be a porn star I need to learn how to do anal sex.  I'm an
anal virgin, darling, so you'll have to teach me."

   There was one of those chromium-plated invalid bars in the wall of the
shower, and while the needle points of hot water showered down she held
onto it and bent over jutting her arse out.  He soaped her anus, and
slipped two soapy fingers in.

   "OK?"

   "Feels nice.  Sort of full!"

   "May hurt the first time, but if I stretch you a bit like this, and
finger-fuck you a bit like this you should soon be ready."

   The moment of penetration did make her wince, but after that it was all
right, and when she started to rub her clit at the same time it was better
than just ok.

   "Harder, darling!  I won't break...."

   Fantastic woman!  He felt under her and found her busy fingers, There
was still room for his finger into her vagina to finger fuck her while he
fucked her arse like a pile-driver.  Not for the first time he was
surprised at the thinness of the membrane, how his probing and sensitive
index finger could feel his cock raking and stretching her rectum.  Shit!
This was exciting: she was good at her chosen profession!

   With his free hand he pulled at her nipple.....  and she came.  He could
feel the surges as her arse gripped his cock, timed with her throaty grunts
of passion, and it was easier just to stay still, inserted deep, as his
orgasm rose and he pumped yet more sperm into her.

   .......................

   They slept deep that night, in each others' arms.  In the morning room
service brought breakfast in bed, a pretty little latina maid who looked as
if she fancied Fiona's tits!

   Mel taught Fiona how to use an anal douche, fucked her again in the
arse, gave her a huge tip in £50 notes, and dropped her back at the club at
eleven sharp.

   ...............................

   All that was over a year ago.  Fiona now has her own place, a penthouse
apartment south-facing and overlooking the park.  It has it's own private
lift so she can keep herself pretty much to herself: her neighbours think
she is a "Recruitment Consultant".  She plans to pay off the mortgage
within six years,

   She signed the contract, and Maxwell Forbes has built her into a
porn-star, three one hour twenty films so far, and over a dozen shorts ten
or fifteen minutes each.  That plus magazine shoots, her club work, and
above all her "escort" whoring gives her an income well into six figures.
She still enjoys each and every sexual encounter, is still multi-orgasmic,
never has to fake climaxes, and as a result has generous clients, often
regular customers.

   She is rid of Terry who fell under a bus when stoned out of his mind. 
She went to his funeral...  there was only her and his mother....  and
tried to remember the good times, but found only the bad times had reality
for her.  She still fucks Fabio sometimes for old times sake, and also
Johnson, who featured in a couple of the short videos too, but her only
love is Carmen, and they both keep every Sunday evening free for a romantic
meal and then some sexy, lesbian frolics.

   Any bored housewife reading this as an alternative to morning tv might
well consider Fiona's choice.........  or watch a film called "Belle du
Jour".  Any husband wanting his wife to contribute to the household
finances and excited by the idea of releasing the raving nympho potential
of even the most repressed woman might well print it off and accidentally
slip it between the pages of "Woman And Home"........

   Life is good.