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Hi folks, gee I’ve been quick with this one, had such a good response to it I felt I just had to.

Trust you are all having a good day, and Northern Hemisphere heading toward summer and warmer days, lucky you.

Regards

Lisa

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A Night Not To Remember Part 2

I was only certain of one thing...I had to find out who was the guy controlling me, and I had to stop him.
 
The card that the first client gave me...Peter, I found and rang the number of Cleopatra's, a cheerful receptionist answered. 
 
"Good morning, Cleopatra's, how can I help you?" 
 
Well the number seemed correct. "Oh I'm trying to contact
Jessica...Jessica Ryan, I don't suppose she'll be there this early would she?" 
 
"No madam, Jessica isn't here right now, can I take a message and get her to call you later perhaps?" 
 
"No...no that's fine I'll call her at home, her number is" I gave her my own number, she asked if I was a friend of hers, I said I was and wanted to confirm a luncheon date with her, she then confirmed it was her number. 
 
So, the two numbers were correct, only as far as I was concerned Jessica
Ryan didn't exist. 
 
I was reluctant to involve my ex husband Geoff or my present boyfriend Greg, who just happened to be a cop…cops and hookers…you know. The only other male in my life was Simon and he was a dog, and he would be as useful as tits on a bull., a saying of Geoff’s. So at this stage it was go it alone.
 
I looked up Cleopatra’s in the yellow pages, and yes there it was, address and all, time for a little stake out.
 
I had to admit the building and location were very impressive, one of the cities older buildings, the type city councils are reluctant to pull down, and again frankly I was surprised that the council had issued a permit for a brothel to operate from, but these days prostitution was legal. A sign on the outside advertised “Cleopatra’s Elite Escorts”
Then “Dine in or Take away”, very funny I thought. No doubt I was the take away part of it.
 
I parked up and settled down to watch from a discrete distance. The females that came and went, were without doubt very, very attractive, the type that men would love to have and were available to them at a price, a pretty big price if the money they left for me was anything to go by.
 
The men that came at regular intervals were the type that obviously had the money to afford the “Elite Escorts” all dressed in suits or at least neat and tidy dress.
 
Sitting watching wasn’t going to get me anywhere, I had to go inside and investigate. 
I slid out of the drivers seat, clicked the beep, beep and strode confidently across the road. I just hoped that there was no one to see me enter…they would jump to the conclusion I was one of the escorts.
 
Three steps up to the main entrance and into the lobby, then across to the girl sitting at reception. On hearing my approach she looked and a big warm friendly welcoming smile crossed her face.
 
“Well high, Jessica, how’s it going, settling in alright?”
 
Oh god, she knew me, not as Rebecca but as Jessica, shit had I been here as well, now that I most definitely did not remember.
 
“Hi” I read the name badge on her breast pocket “Sandra, I’m fine, and yes it’s going real well so far” I decided to play along, rather than get into this loss of memory thing again.
 
“We’re hearing real good things about you, the boss is real happy with you…you want to see him?”
 
“Er, yes, yes I would” my reply, then I leaned over and whispered; “I hate to say this but I’ve forgotten his first name…it’s a dumb blond thing” I always used the dumb blond thing to cover my mistakes.
 
She smiled giving me a knowing wink, she was a blond herself.
 
“Gerard…Gerard Kowski” she said.
 
“God neither wonder I couldn’t remember it”
 
“I’ll tell him you are here” then picking up the phone, dialled his office. If I thought I was going to have a long wait, I was mistaken, almost immediately he was striding down the hall toward me.
 
“Jessica…Jessica, my darling, how wonderful to see you” his arms open wide.
 
“I’m fine Gerard…just peachy in fact” I replied before the bear started to hug me and kiss me on both cheeks. Holding me at arms length he said “Well you look absolutely fabulous my dear, the work must really agree with you eh?”
 
I bet you say that to all the girls, I thought.
 
“Well it certainly seems to be…so far”
 
“Tell me do you hand pick them yourself, or do they ask for me?” I asked
 
This had him slightly puzzled. “No you silly thing, your pimp picks them for you, as per your contract”
 
“Oh yes of course my contract…how could I forget” Quite easily it would seem.
 
“Er Gerard…”
 
Gerry, call me Gerry” he interrupted
 
“Yeah Gerry have you got a copy of the contract…I seem to have misplaced mine”
 
“Yeah of course you can” he replied then turned to Sandra “We have a copy of Jessica’s contract there?”
 
“There’s not a problem is there?” he said turning his attention back to me.
 
“Oh no…no…but you know, blonds and all that, hard to remember everything” I replied. There we go with the blond thing again. What would I do if I were a brunette?
 
“There we go darling, a copy for you”
 
I quickly scanned the pages. The names that came up were Jessica Ryan, Gerard Kowski and one Brad Stonehouse. There were three signatures on the document and two witness signatures. I didn’t read all the fine print but knew it would contain work and working conditions, who got what and how much, etc, etc.
 
“You ever met Brad yet Gerry?” I asked, I would put money on it that he hadn’t.
 
“No…no I haven’t…not yet…everything done over the phone” he offered
 
“But he has signed it…so where did he sign it?” I asked
 
“We posted it to him, he signed it and had some guy brings it back…here he’s the one who witnessed his signature”
 
So he didn’t witness it in front of this Brad Stonehouse I thought.
 
“Hey…what’s up, you saying this contract ain’t the real deal or something?”
 
“No…no it’s fine, don’t worry about it…so Brad arranged my interview is that it?”
 
I was starting to get him worried at all the questions, he was becoming wary.
 
“You should know, you came in just after he phoned saying there was a classy chick on her way looking for a job and suggested I take you on…look this is….”
 
I cut him off and told him not to worry, that I just wanted to make sure all the loose ends were neatly tied up and that I had a good contract with him.
 
He assured me we had and that he was very, very pleased with me to date. Then his phone rang.
 
“Yes…yes, she’s with me right now…yes…yes I understand…yes we have…room seven is available…yes it’s one of the best, I understand…I’ll tell her…bye” then he hung up.
 
“Talk of the devil, that was Brad right now, says he has client for you, on his way, you can use room seven”
 
Shit it’s time to bail out, time for some straight talking.
 
“Listen Gerry I’ve got to tell you…” is as far as I got, then my phone rang. I held my hand up and said to him.
 
“Just a moment I’ll just take this” 
 
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Gerry handed me the key to room seven
 
“Straight down the hall on your right Jessica…I’ll get Sandra to bring you a bottle of Champagne and send your client straight to you when he arrives…pick something nice and sexy from the wardrobe love…plenty to choose from”
 
“Will do Gerry” I replied
 
Three, five, Arr here we are room seven. I inserted the key and entered room seven 
 
 It was everything you would expect of a top-notch brothel or indeed hotel, no expense had been spared on furnishings or fittings, this was not some sleazy back street operation. The four-poster bed looked like a genuine antique, big and soft, my client and I would bounce around it in comfort, and it did not squeak Curtains and drapes in a rich red velvet…I mean what other colour, lighting was quiet and subdued.
 
I scanned the wardrobe, god I had the pick of everything as I searched for something…what did Gerry say…sexy. There was a knock on the door. It was Sandra with the Champagne.
 
“Here we go Jessica…chilled just right…it’s good to have you working from here” she said, enthusiastically.
 
“Here, help me choose something to wear” I said.
 
We rummaged through the various pieces the we both decided that the best and most sexy combination was the red and black, bustier corset, with frilly black halter, frilly black top and bottom trim, the main body being red, what other colour? black panties, suspender and black stockings with a frilly lace top.
 
“Here, help me into the corset” Asking Sandra. I had no problem undressing and being naked in front of Sandra, nor did she feel embarrassed seeing me naked, I think she must have assisted on many an occasion.
 
The finished article looked exquisite even if I say so myself. 
 
******(Please note here I can send a pic of what Jessica/Rebecca would have looked like to anyone who may be interested)*******
 
“Well what do you think?” I asked, striking a pose for Sandra.
 
“Fabulous…just fabulous…your client is going to love you” her reply
 
“Can I help you with make up?” she asked “I used to be a make up artist, so I do have some experience” 
 
I agreed and sat for her whilst she applied the make up, if I had any doubts about her ability to start with I had none when she had finished.
 
“Whow! That is fantastic” I said, moving my head from side to side as I surveyed the finished product in the mirror.
 
She looked at her watch. “Oh shit I’d better get back to the desk, Gerard is going to wonder where I am…now have you got everything” she said, taking a look around the room.
 
“Condoms…oh god condoms?” she said like a worried mother, well perhaps a worried little sister.
 
She went to the bedside table opened the draw. “Oh thank god for that” and placed six assorted wrapped condoms on the tabletop.
 
“Six” I said, “Who is this guy…superman…or maybe he’s here for a long stay, maybe a week or so” I said laughing.
 
“Oh…no…I…I just wanted to give him choice” she seemed embarrassed at her actions.
 
“No it’s fine honey…I know what you mean, go on go, and thanks for everything, you’ve been a great help”
 
Giving me a charming smile she said good luck, and you look great. Just what I needed before my client arrived…a moral booster.
 
I gave myself one more check over in the mirror, there was little more I could do. I wandered the room nervously, was anything out of place? My heart pounded as I awaited the arrival of my client. I bounced on the bed…yes full and soft, a smile crossed my face as I thought about the action that would take place on it. Eventually I settled in to one of the Queen Anne chairs and crossed my legs, waiting for his arrival.
 
I jumped, startled out of my daydream by the tap on the door, a rather handsome guy around six feet tall entered, my guess was he would be about fiftyish, thick dark hair going grey. His warm friendly smile would charm the pants off any girl or woman well at present certainly mine.
“Hi…Jessica?” he asked.
 
“Yes, right, please come in, they never told me your name, sorry”
 
“Harold…Harold Penthorpe…. I get Harry” his handshake was warm and firm, it matched his charming smile, my pants were certainly going to come off.
 
As I led the way, his eyes roamed over the room. “Well I must say this is some place, seems to have the best of everything” then casting his eyes on me said “I mean everything” There were no doubts now, my pants were definitely coming off.
 
“Let me pour you a little refreshment Harry…you do like Champagne do you not” I gave him a little teasing look.
 
“Most certainly…that would be fine” his reply.
 
He was dressed in a dapper dark grey suit, and judging by its cut it was very expensive, as were the shoes he was wearing, before removing his jacket he removed a white envelope from the inside pocket.
 
“Oh, here, I suppose I’d better give you your gift” he carefully placed the envelope on the coffee table, and then proceeded to neatly drape his jacket over the back of the chair.
 
There was some idle chatter as we sipped our Champagne and became acquainted.
 
“Well I suppose we should get started eh?” he sounded a little nervous.
 
“Sure Harry I’m ready when you are…where do you want us to start?”
 
He unbuckled his belt and trouser button, and then unzipped his fly. I thought he was going to start with a blowjob, but he threw himself on the bed, took hold of his dick and asked me to go to the door.
 
“Now I want you to take your pants off…all the way and hold them in the air”
 
I took hold of my knickers and slowly drew them over my hips and down to my ankles; stepping out of them I held them above my head, dangling off one finger, and with hand on hip struck a sexy pose. He eyed my Brazilian shaved pussy and then crooked his own finger and beckoned me to walk toward him. I slowly sashayed over in his direction until I stood before him as he lay on the bed. Holding out his hand he asked for my panties. Then placing them close to his face and nose, took a deep breath.
 
“Mmmmm…. ahhhhhhh” I can smell you; smell your body and perfumes. Inhaling once more. 
 
He placed his hand on the small of my back, pulled me closer, his hand then slid to my bum, hands and fingers dancing lightly over the firm warm flesh and silk smooth skin and following the contours of my ass down between my legs to find my asshole.
 
He was looking directly at me, our eyes meeting each other’s. The bulge in his trousers told me how he felt about me right then, it was like a tent pole holding up a tent. The hand and fingers that had explored my ass, now touched my thigh, again, a gentle feather like touch, so light it gave me goose bumps. He smiled as he saw my reaction to it. I parted my legs a little, anticipating his next move, fingers touching and tracing my pussy lips…his pressed my pants to his face and inhaled another deep breath, finger now inside me, working like a miniature penis, making my cunt wet. Taking his finger he placed it in his mouth and tasted my honey “Mmmmm” he said “Nectar of the gods”
Then instructed me to take his trousers off.
 
Moving to the foot of the bed, I started to undress him, first removing his shoes, and then socks and eventually taking hold of his trousers started to pull them off. His ass and hips rose, allowing them to slip under his bum; from there it was plain sailing. Knowing how fastidious he was about his dress, I carefully folded them before draping across the back of the chair. When I turned back I saw that he had slipped out of his underpants and was displaying a very hard erection, pointing toward the ceiling, which he was slowly jerking up and down.
 
“Hum, here, let me help you with that” I said, walking back toward the bed. It felt good to hold, but then any hard cock is good to hold, as I jerked up and down. He closed his eyes, lay back on the pillow and sighed a sigh of satisfaction. He groaned and sighed even loader as my warm mouth eagerly devoured the firm warm flesh. My long blond hair spilled over his thighs and groin area, as my head bobbed up and down and my mouth made great slurping sounds, saliva started running down the shaft.
 
As I continued to suck his cock he shuffled out of his shirt the last item of clothing, he was now naked.
 
“Straddle me…straddle me sweetheart…straddle me and fuck me” he said.
 
“Condom?” I said, holding out a palmed hand.
 
He smiled and replied “Yes…yes of course” and with that reached over to the bedside table and then taking one from the pile, tore open the cellophane packet, handed it to me and I proceeded to roll it on to his cock, now secure in the knowledge that none of his semen was going inside me, I straddled him, took hold of his hard manhood and guided him in, watching it disappear as I slid down his pole.
 
“Oh yes, yes, yes” I purred as I felt its fullness opening me up, at the same time he felt a warm, wet velvet tunnel, tighten around his hard shaft. “Oh jeeze” he moaned.
 
“Let me relieve you of that…that corset or whatever it is…I want to see you naked”
 
“It’s a bustier” I replied.
 
“Whatever…you look real sexy in it, but when I fuck a women I like them naked” his reply, and he proceeded to undo the bustier.
 
 
Now naked, I bounced up and down his pole; with his hands supporting my ass he thrust upward, trying to find a mutual rhythm. Bounce, bounce, bounce, thrust, thrust, thrust, our timing now in sync.
 
Only the sound of my voice screaming at him “Yes…yes…yes, oh god yes” and his “Oh fuck…oh fuck…take it honey…take it…that’s the way, take it all”
 
I pushed my hair to one side so that I could better see his hard shaft as it slid in and out. First the whole condom covered shaft buried deep inside me, his balls squeezed against his loin and my ass…then pulling outward up to the head, before plunging back and vanishing inside.
 
Again and again and again, fuck, fuck, fuck. Hands that reached up and lustfully clutched my breasts, squeezing them hard, lust had taken over both of us. We fucked one another with lustful abandon. It was a hunger that needed to be fed.
 
He needed to take charge, be the one on top. Quickly he flipped me over; suddenly I was the one on the bottom, pinned beneath him, my face buried in the pillow, each of his thrusts driving me into the soft mattress. Hump, hump, hump…his ass rising and falling, the slap, slap, slap of hot flesh against hot flesh, as his loins came into contact with my firm rounded ass. There seemed no let up, I screamed and shouted for more.
 
“Oh god yes, yes, yes…fuck me Harry…fuck me…for god sake fuck me harder” I begged of him. His response was harder and deeper thrusts. “How’s that…is that what you want you horny little whore?”
 
“Oh yes…yes…yes” my reply “That’s how I like it”
 
My body stiffened and I gave a shudder as the orgasm hit, sending an electric quiver through my body. “Ohhhhh—myyyyy—god” I said, my response muffled by the pillow. It was shortly followed by my clients’ orgasm.
 
“Ohhhhhh fuck…ohhhh fuck” as he made one final full and lustful thrust, warm cum spewing from his cock and filling the condom.
 
One could not be forgiven for thinking we had just run a marathon as our sweat-laden bodies lay side-by-side gasping for air.
 
“Phew…you sure know how to bring a guy on” he remarked, when he had regained his breath, peeling off the used condom.
 
“What should I do with this?” he asked, holding up the cum filled condom.
 
“Here give it to me” I chuckled as I relieved him of it, giving him a friendly and playful kiss on the cheek.
 
He in return gave my ass a friendly slap as I got from the bed, putting his hands behind his head, he lay back on the pillows to reflect the moments past, a satisfied grin on his face. 
 
I dropped the condom into the toilet bowl, and then taking the opportunity had a pee, before flushing the contents.
 
We lay on the bed facing each other; he lovingly ran his warm hand over my cheek.
 
“You know I could easily fall in love with someone like you my dear?”
 
“Harry you know nothing can come of a love affair, I’m a sex worker, that’s my job” kissing him gently on the cheek.
 
He sighed deeply, a sigh of disappointment. “Well can I become your regular, I’d love to be able to see you at least once a week, have a meal together then the sex part later…escorts do offer that service don’t they?” he asked
 
“Yes of course they do, we can do that” The answer seemed to satisfy him and he smiled, saying. “Turn around…face the other way”
 
I turned away from him; he put his arm around my waist drawing me close. I felt the warmth of his body at my back as we cuddled up. Somehow I felt secure. He dropped his hand and ran his fingers around my waist and up my stomach, circling my breasts with the same feathery touch. My nipples throbbed and fire surged through my body, he cupped my left breast and gently bounced it, gently squeezing and massaging it, teasing my nipple with finger and thumb, making it hard…goose bumps dashing over my skin. He continued to explore with a gentle tenderness…when I felt his warm hard manhood pressing into me I knew he was again ready.
 
He ran his hand over the contour of my butt, sliding it between my legs, lifting my left leg in the air, then pressed the hardened head against my slit…very wet slit.
 
“Wait…wait” I said, taking one of the condoms from the bedside table I tore open the pack and handed the contents to him. I heard him roll it on and then resume what he had been doing…this time thrusting up inside me. I closed my legs, clamping his cock and forming a tight seal around it.
 
Lying side by side, he thrust and humped, humped and thrust. What had been gentle love making had once again developed into a lustful frenzy. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
 
I shouted, screamed and begged him…begged him for more “Yes…yes…yes…oh god fuck me” and he did. The more I shouted and begged, he responded with harder and deeper thrusts and the slap, slap, slap of our flesh.
 
With passion and lust, he kissed my shoulders, working up to my neck, his teeth biting and leaving a mark, testament to our torrid lovemaking.
 
“Oh god I’m gona cum…I’m gona cum” he said, breathing hard and pushing me onto my stomach, more slap, slap, slap and a long low moan as he ejaculated.
 
Nothing was said, no words spoken, for the moment our little world remained silent, just the heavy breathing form our efforts. He broke away and rolled on his back, an arm across his forehead. I turned to face him, my arm around his waist.
 
“God that was some kind of fuck sweetheart, I’ve just gotta be one of your regulars” he asked.
 
Not thinking or realizing my response I agreed, he should be one of my regulars…for now though his time was up. I removed the used and filled condom from his now limp dick and once more made a trip to the toilet, flushing it down the bowl.
 
Like the clicking of your fingers or walking through an open door. My senses told me I was lying on a bed, staring at the ceiling. The memory of the last two hours suddenly returning to me…but once again the missing piece. I was talking to Gerry, owner of the brothel, the contract I’d signed…well not me exactly but Jessica Ryan, I was about to tell him who I really was, then nothing…no wait he hands me a key, then I’m in room seven and all the rest that went with it, but there is one small piece I can not recall, what is it?
 
Now I was starting to doubt myself, was I really two people and not just one, did I lead a double life…no this is what my controller wanted…he wanted Rebecca Stanley to become Jessica Ryan and at present he was winning.
 
I twisted round and sat on the edge of the bed, my sex clothes is disarray around me. There were the two open and discarded condom packets…it had all been a reality…I remember it all quite distinctly…the guys name was Harry…Harry, I had to think a while. “Harry Penthorpe” I declared, then the second bolt hit me, I’d agreed he was to be my regular… “Oh—god” “No—no—no”
 
There was a knock and a bubbling, bouncing and excited Sandra came bounding in.
 
“Whow has he got the hots for you Jessica, he was glowing, positively glowing, shit what did you do to him?”
 
“Nothing really…nothing out of the ordinary that is”
 
“Well you made a big impression on him, he’s booked you again for next Wednesday, same time…two hours…I’ve put it in the book”
 
Oh god, I’ve got to get out of this one and any other bookings, it’s starting to get out of control.
 
“Look Sandra I may have to….” I was going to tell her to cancel the booking but let it stay as it was for the time being…I’d have to dig deeper and work faster.
 
Showered and back in my Real Estate clothes I picked up the envelope Harry had left and checked the contents, eight hundred dollars, so I charged four hundred dollars and hour…good by any standard.
 
 I was ready to leave, when three girls walked through the foyer door.
 
“Jessica darling…hey how’s it going, we have all been wondering how you were getting on…no problems so far?” they asked.
 
Oh shit now who are these women? “It’s going great girls” I replied with my most charming and friendliest of smiles. There were hugs and kisses on the cheek; it was like being welcomed home by long lost friends or family. The only thing was I hadn’t a fucking clue who these friends and family were, but they knew me.
 
“So no regrets at making the decision eh?” asked one
 
“No…no, none whatsoever” my reply
 
“No I told you so didn’t I?” again same person.
 
“Yes…yes you sure did” my reply. Oh god who is she?
 
“You going to be here for club nights Jessica?” another asked
 
“Club nights?” I queried.
 
“Yeh you know club nights, Friday and Saturdays” 
 
“Oh I don’t know, I…”
 
“Oh do say you’ll come, great time, lots of men, lots of money, it’s more like a big party than work…do say you’ll come”
 
“We’ll see girls….I really must go…I’m already running late”
 
“Ohhhhh” came the chorus “We understand, another rich client eh?”
 
“Yeah something like that” my reply and at that point we parted and went our separate ways. They to the inner sanctum, me to try and find out more about this guy Brad. I grabbed a copy of the contract off Sandra and left. 
 
I was about to get into my car when the phone rang.
 
“Hello Jessica…busy afternoon eh…decided to call in to the office eh, and picked up another client…my aren’t you the lucky one?”
 
“Just why are you doing this to me….I know it’s because you can, and it’s fun, but there has to be a reason, why?”
 
There was a pause for a moment then “No…can’t think of any apart from what you just said, your extremely good looking and I think you’d make a good hooker…sorry I mean you are a good hooker…I like all my girls to reach their true potential”
 
“Girls…you said girls, so there are other women you are doing this to…correct?”
 
There was a chuckle and “Yes of course there are, my first is quite happy with her lot, she’s now resigned to it and is most grateful to me for showing her how to reach her true potential”
 
“Well not me shit head…I’m going to fight you all the way…you’ll see…I’ll get you in the end” I spat down the phone, my heart rate now starting to rise in anger.
 
He merely laughed and said “No Jessica, no. The sooner you forget Rebecca and surrender to your real self the better…tell me truthfully there is not a moment at some stage you enjoy this little game”
 
I hesitated for a moment to remember the times I’d screamed and begged the client for more…the sex I liked, the method I did not.
 
He sensed my reluctance to answer immediately. “You need say no more Jessica, I know I’m doing the right thing for you”
 
“Alright Brad, let’s just see shall we” I used the name on the contract.
 
“Ah I see you must have read your contract and the name Brad Stonehouse, well prove it invalid my love…prove it invalid”
 
As we talked I scanned the surrounding area, he was here somewhere I just knew it, but where, in a building looking down, in a car or just watching from the crowd.
 
“It’s no good looking for me sweetheart, you’re wasting your time” The phone went dead.
 
“Shit…shit…shit” I said, a couple passing by looked at me disapprovingly.
 
I was getting nowhere by myself, I needed help and there was only one person at this stage. Ex husband Geoff.
 
First port of call my Real Estate office for any messages, and to let them know I was still in the land of the living.
 
Comments like “Hm, you’re looking a bit tired Rebecca, sleeping ok? Too many late nights with that cop boyfriend of yours eh?” didn’t help.
 
 One message not too good news, there was a small hiccup in the contact for the property in the Sandringham area. Due diligence clause, don’t like due diligence on house sales, more a commercial clause…but it was only a small matter, I decided to let Geoff have a look at it and seek his advice…perhaps I could kill two birds with one stone.
 
This Brad guy, if that was his name was starting to piss me off; he seemed so smug and confident. Was it true what he said about one of the women, they were now happy with what they are doing…shit I hope not.
 
Angela, Geoff’s receptionist greeted me with her usual cheery smile.
 
“Geoff’s with a client just now Rebecca, won’t be long, I tell him you’re here”
 
I was going to tell her not to bother, but she was already dialling his number.
 
“He said just to go right in” her reply.
 
When I entered his office there was a client with his back to me.
 
Geoff rose and introduced me to the client.
 
“Oh Rebecca, this is Harry…Harry Penthorpe…Harry this is my wife Rebecca…ex wife Rebecca” correcting himself.
 
My blood turned ice cold and legs started to go weak… oh—my—god this was just not happening. I’m not sure who had the biggest surprise. Him or me, there was a pause as we both tried to gather our wits.
 
“Jessi…er Rebecca” Harry pulled up just in time.
 
“You two know each other?” Geoff asked sensing something between us.
 
“Oh yes, yes…I er…met Harry earlier on when he came into our Real Estate office” I said quickly.
 
Harry took on quickly. “Yes…yes er, that’s quite right, small world eh?”
 
I could see Geoff wasn’t too convinced at our answers; after all we were married for a few years…we kind of know each other quite well.
 
“Well yes it is a small world” replied Geoff a disbelieving look on his face.
 
God I had to do something, it was getting out of control. I would not be able to keep the lid on this much longer…sooner of later the whole world was going to know I was a hooker…well not exactly me, but then who would care who was who, my friends and colleagues would only see the name Rebecca Stanley…hooker.
 
We made small talk for a while, then Harry left…it was now just Geoff and myself. He stared at me for a long while saying nothing then “Got something you want to tell me”
 
“No…no, not really”
 
“Not really always means yes something…what is it?”
 
I told him about the Robinson contract, which he looked at and decided it was just a normal request on behalf of the purchaser and shouldn’t stop the contract from proceeding.
 
“What else?” he asked, waiting for my reply.
 
I churned it over in my head, wondering if it was a good idea to confess all, but to who else could I turn to. I needed help and I needed it fast.
 
“Oh god…I’m a hooker” I declared.
 
Not the best way to announce it I’m afraid.
 
“A hooker…you telling me you’re a hooker…what’s wrong, you not earning enough from Real Estate” he said, glaring at me.
 
“No…no it’s not like that”
 
“Then pray do tell me what it is like?”
 
“Oh shit I knew this was a bad idea, coming here, you’re never going to believe all this”
 
“Well come on try me…tell me all about my ex wife, the hooker”
 
I proceeded to tell him all that had happened and he listened intently without interruption, he was always good at that, a good listener, the only thing I did not reveal to him were names and in particular the name Harry Penthorpe, when I’d finished, he just stared at me, I couldn’t bare the silence.
 
“Well, what do you think…for god sake say something”
 
“It’s an incredible story…almost unbelievable actually”
 
“God I knew it…I knew it, I knew you wouldn’t believe me” I said angrily.
 
“I didn’t say I didn’t believe you…any body else and I would have said I would not have believed them…but I know you”
 
Thank god for that I thought, it already felt better knowing that I had a believer on my side.
 
“You said you had a contract with them, is that right?”
 
“Yes, I have it here”
 
“Let me see it” he said, beckoning with his hand.
 
He scanned the pages
 
“It’s not binding is it…I mean, it’s signed Jessica Ryan and I’m not Jessica Ryan am I?”
 
He held up a hand and for a moment longer he continued to scan the document.
 
“Well” I said when he had finished.
 
“Hmmm” his reply
 
“Hmmm…what?”
“Well it could be deemed legal”
 
“What do you mean it could be”
 
“Well it’s a work contract and prostitution is not illegal…it outlays your commitment to them, and their commitment to you, money and working conditions…very generous if I may say” a grin on his face.
 
“This is not funny Geoff…how could it be legal?”
 
“Well it could be deemed that you are Jessica Ryan…this being your professional name as opposed to Rebecca Stanley, bit like movie stars changing names, I mean you are known in the profession as Jessica Ryan, you signed the contract as Jessica Ryan, so they could sue you for breach of contract as Jessica Ryan”
 
“But I’m not Jessica Ryan…somehow I’m being manipulated as Jessica Ryan”
 
“Well that’s what we have to prove, that there are mitigating circumstances as to why you signed under the name of Jessica Ryan and that Jessica Ryan doesn’t exist”
 
“And if I decide not to co-operate with them”
 
He shrugged his shoulders and said “Lets hope they don’t”
 
I didn’t like the idea of me having to prove I wasn’t Jessica Ryan, court cases, publicity, and the story in the papers. Rebecca and Jessica were going to be intertwined, the fact that Jessica me was a whore would not be separated from Rebecca me a Real Estate agent…the stigma would always stick to me, even when I’d proved my case, this bastard was so fucking clever. Continue and keep it hush, hush for as long as possible, or go to court with it straight away, well I wasn’t going to court with it straight away, that was for sure.
 
“So what do I do?” I asked
 
“Does Greg know about this?”
 
“Of course he doesn’t” I replied, giving him a look that said are you fucking stupid.
 
“He’s a cop for god’s sake…cops and hookers? I don’t think his superiors are going to like him dating a hooker do you”
 
“No, I suppose not…but you’re going to have to tell him, sooner or later, sooner rather than later and he’s the best person to help out on this one, him being a cop”
 
He was right; I had to tell him…and the sooner the better.
 
“Come round to my place Saturday, a BBQ a wine or beer, we can all discuss it then…what do you say?” 
 
“With Sandra there…I don’t think so”
“She’s alright…she’s a lawyer also…we’ll take your case, lawyer client privilege, we need all the help on this we can get…drinks at six ok”
 
“What happens if he…he er manipulates me again in the meantime?”
 
“You get to earn some more money” “No sorry that was uncalled for” he quickly added.
 
“I really don’t know, let’s hope he doesn’t eh”
 
I nodded yes and left.
 
I rang Greg, told him it was drinks and BBQ at Geoff’s place Saturday evening, and I also had something else I needed to discuss with him, rather urgent, was it possible for him to come round this evening, have a meal and stop the night. My thinking being it may stop any further action of my being Jessica Ryan.
 
The BBQ was ok, no problem but work was going to be a problem for tonight, much as the invite was appreciated.
 
“What did you want to discuss?” he asked
 
“Oh, nothing…I…I need to talk to you person to person not on the phone”
 
“Sounds serious?”
 
“It is…need to catch up as soon as possible”
 
“I’ll see what I can do tonight…no promises…I love you”
 
“Yes I love you too” I replied. I wondered how much he would love me once he learned I was a hooker.
 
The next call was from Harry, wanting to know what all the mystery was.
 
“Can’t tell you right now Harry…thanks for covering up for me” I said
 
“Your ex doesn’t know you’re a hooker eh?”
 
“Believe me it’s nothing like that, yes he does know now, but there is a lot more going on than I care to discuss right now”
 
“We still on for next weeks appointment?” he asked
 
“Er I think it might be better to put everything on hold”
 
“Well if I can help you in any way let me know…I’ve got to say I’m extremely disappointed…was looking forward to next week…got a boy friend?”
 
“Yes and he’s a cop”
 
That got him thinking “Oh I see”
 
“We’ll catch up again soon, I promise” I said
 
“Great, look forward to it”
 
I would have liked to invite him around for a meal. A meal only by the way, but if Greg turned up, it could make things worse, Harry being a client and all.
 
My phone rang…
 
 
******* ********
 
There was the muffled sound of voices and music from behind the closed door as I knocked, the sound intensifying when it was opened.
 
“Ah Jessica is it?” the voice belonged to a middle aged guy, chubby pink cheeks and tubby midriff, holding a glass of whiskey or some sort of spirits. He was obviously in cruise mood; his white shirt was open, revealing his over size stomach, shoes off and in stockinged feet.
 
 “Come in darling come in” his welcome. Giving me a kiss on the cheek as I entered
 
Inside there was another guy, completely different in stature, tall and skinny like some beanpole, again in cruise mood and dressed in similar fashion, a silver chain necklace adorned his neck.
 
“Jessica. Well good to meet you my love” crossing the room to hug me and kiss my cheek.
 
“May we both say you look stunning, absolutely stunning my dear here let me take your coat and let us look at that marvellous body of yours”? Said the skinny one.
 
“Now let us introduce ourselves…I’m Max” Said the chubby one “I’m Reg” said the skinny one. “And we already know your name” he added.
 
“A drink perhaps so that we can relax and get to know one another eh?” said Stan a lecherous look in his eyes; he already had me undressed, and standing naked before him.
 
 “A wine please Stan”
 
“White or red?”
 
“Red would be fine thank you”
 
I found a chair and sat, crossing my legs, an action that disturbed them, sexually that is. The sight of black stockings and thighs got them thinking. They were like a couple of hungry wolves itching to feed upon my body.
 
Pouring a generous glass of red fluid, Stan came toward me, but instead of handing it directly to me, stood at my side, hovering above me. The move was obvious, he wanted to look down and view my cleavage.
 
“For you madam “ he said.
 
I looked up at him, then taking the glass; I smiled, and thanked him.
 
 He remained hovering, looking. “You know you have really nice breasts” he said, his hands covering them and gently squeezing them, not a lustful squeeze, but a loving squeeze. There was little I could do to stop him, it was an effort to hold the wine and not spill any. The other thing was that he had a right to do so, after all he and his friend Max were paying for my time and the clock was ticking.. Slipping his hands between bra and bare flesh, his fingers gently played the nipples, making circular motions around areola, breasts becoming firm, nipples hard… he had a nice touch.
 
Ohhh, I thought, I could do with more of this. I was starting to feel quite aroused by his movements, sinking back into the chair, eyes closed.
It was starting to get intense and I had to put the wine down, I was going to spill it. The wine was already forgotten. “Perhaps I can make it easier for you” I said, rising, unzipping the back of my dress and letting it slip to the floor. The sight of a female in underwear…very sexy underwear I might add, was a sight that really brought out the animal in some guys, these two were no exception as they gazed upon the vision that had so suddenly been presented to them, air being sucked through clenched teeth.
 
“Oh my god…oh my god, would you look at that…Max…Max, would you look at that” said Stan, a tremble in his voice. He had no need to summon Max’s attention; he was already struck dumb by what he was lustfully gazing at, mouth now hanging wide open. Eventually…. “Yes…yes I see it…I see it” clasping and wringing his hands in glee.
 
I reached behind me, unclasped my bra and released my firmed up breasts upon them.
 
“Oh god…oh god…oh my god” shouted Max, hands clasped on top of his head as he squealed with delight. Oh look at them Stan…look at them…they’re just so perfect…just perfect” now almost peeing himself with excitement. Max didn’t have to tell Stan about my tits, he was right there next to me, glaring at them.
 
He reached out for one; cupping it in his hand, the palm was warm, and again his touch was gentle, fingers dancing over my own warm firm flesh and smooth skin, then making circles around the areola, with his thumb he started to tweak the nipple and as my nipples stiffened I began to get an electric sensation flow through my body, groin area and down to my toes. Max stood and watched in awe. Watched as his friend Stan captivated, and weaved his magic on the whore they had paid so much for. Max had seen Stan do all this before he was good at it.
 
I could see that Max was more a voyeur; his eyes were ablaze with lust, the crutch of his trousers bulged under the strain of his hard cock, a cock desperate to escape the confines it now found itself entrapped in. Release was imminent as Max undid his belt and button, and then unzipped his fly, trousers no longer held up and falling to the floor around his ankles. Like a jack-in-the box, his hard cock burst out and Max taking it in his hand immediately began to masturbate.
 
“Oh yes Stan…yes…yes” he purred and moaned, hand slowly working back and forth.
 
Stan’s attention remained on my tits, gentle steady motion continuing to stimulate and arouse me. His lips began to gently kiss my breast, feather light kisses, tongue now circling areola and nipple. “Oh god…oh god” I sighed, my hands around his neck, not pulling at it, just resting, I didn’t want to break the spell and tingling sensation I was feeling.
 
I barely felt Stan take hold on my pants and slowly pull them down, over my hips, around my thighs, gravity did the rest as they fell effortlessly around my ankles, a shuffle and a step and I was free of them. A full deep sigh coming from Max at the sight now being presented to him, my full naked form, naked breasts, the curvature of my naked ass and firm rounded buttocks, to the shaved slit vanishing between my thighs.
 
“Oh god…oh my” mouth dry, his hand working his erection faster. Without breaking stride his free hand unbuckled his belt and trouser button, and then undid his fly, his trousers now falling around his ankles. For a brief moment, Max did a little balancing act as he strived to free himself. “Fuck—bastard” he cursed, as he almost toppled over.
 
With both dignity and balance returned he began to masturbate again. “Oh fuck yeah…yeah”
 
Meanwhile Stan was gently kissing his way down my body, his warm hands on my hips, kneeling he continued downward, hands moving to my buttocks, always gentle, always soothing and sensuous. Kissing my flat belly, moving to the right thigh area. His heart beat faster, his breathing faster, deeper, and more meaningful as lust started to build inside him. First it was his warm breath caressing my pussy, his hands now on my inner thighs, pushing my legs apart, I obliged, and then it was his warm tongue and mouth gorging hungrily at my slit. The gentle foreplay was over, lust was in both of us as he inserted his finger inside me, working and licking me into a frenzy. The more intense Stan and I became the more excited Max became, shirt unbuttoned, tails hanging down, and hand working his hard cock at full speed. “Oh god…oh yes…oh god”. With eyes glazed it was now like a chant or mantra.
 
I was vaguely aware of Stan’s hands holding my bum and hoisting me toward the bed. I landed on the soft mattress, my legs being forced apart and that warm mouth of Stan’s once more feeding on my pussy. As he fed, he also shuffled and struggled out of his trousers, kicking them free, mouth always sucking, tongue licking. Max stood near the bed watching, hand still working the hard shaft, still continuing with his mantra.
 
I felt the full hardness of Stan’s manhood as he entered. I gasped at the suddenness of it. Hips and ass swaying, cock thrusting and fucking.
“Yeah go on Stan…that’s the way…fuck the bitch…fuck the whore” said Max, egging him on from the sidelines, his hand pumping his cock like a piston, “Go on fuck the bitch…fuck the whore…fuck the bitch…fuck the whore” A new mantra from Max.
 
The whole room was filled with excited shouts and moans as our euphoria built.
 
“I’m gona cum” shouted Max.
 
“No…no not yet…just a bit longer…I’m getting the feeling…hold on”
 
“Oh god hurry…hurry” shouted Max. “I tell ya I’m gona cum”
 
“I’m cuming…I’m cuming” said Stan at last. “Here it cums….”
 
At the same time Max stood right over me and I watched as a steam of warm white fluid, shot from Max’s cock and began to cover my face, whilst Stan had withdrawn at the last second and let his cum squirt on to my stomach and thighs, I could feel the fluid slowly trickle between my legs. Max fell back collapsing in a chair, whilst Stan fell on the bed beside me panting hard and fast. “Oh god—oh fuck—oh fuck” he gasped.
 
I was breathless myself, breasts heaving up and down as I fought to recover.
 
Max went to the bathroom, took a pee and returned with a towel. “I thought you might need this” he said with a smile. I swiped my hand over my face, feeling the wet sticky substance that had been ejaculated on me, then licked and tasted it, before running the towel over it. I did the same with Stan’s’ cum, first spreading it over my stomach, tasting it then wiping it off.
 
“Would you like to take a shower before you go Jessica” asked Stan
 
“I think that may be a good idea” I replied. The thing was I didn’t realise it was going to include all three of us. It was a wet shower area, which was far better than being crushed into a small box shower. “Frolicking Fun In The Wet” yes that’s how it was a frolic. Three naked bodies, two men, one female all covered in bubbles and lather. The frolic of course had them excited all over again and soon I was handling the hard erection of Stan’s cock, Max however preferred to stay out of personal contact and watched the interaction between Stan and myself. Masturbation was his thing, as I clung to the shower wall, Stan took me from behind…the ensuing cum was quickly washed away, leaving my body clean and smelling fresh once more.
 
The ping of the elevator door brought me back to reality. Oh god I’d been at it again, I said to myself as I emerged from the elevator. I wasn’t even sure what hotel I was in, until I saw a sign declaring it was the Excelsior Hotel…one of the best, with eyes straight ahead I made for the door, not wanting to run into any one I knew…I was feeling too guilty with myself…then.
 
“Hello Rebecca, what on earth are you doing her?” The voice belonged to a work colleague.
 
My cheeks were burning and bright red as I turned to face her and think of an excuse. Even though I had every right to be there, it was my guilty conscience making me react as I did.
 
“Oh er, um, hello Tania…I’m, well I’m visiting a friend, she’s up here for a few days, she likes the nicer things in life” I said, my hand sweeping the opulent foyer.
 
“Oh…yeah…right” she replied, not really seeming to believe me.
 
Outside I breathed deep and long, taking in the fresh air.
 
I had to get to the bottom of this, find out who and how, I needed to turn all this around, and fast before it was too late….
 
 ………T.B.Continued