Ok dear readers and those (anonymous persons)…those that are still with me…this is the bad part….the Dark part. I’m going to take you through the really bad times for Diane…taking her from that young, naïve woman…into the darkest reaches…places she would never have thought possible just a few months ago….I’m warning you all now, this is the part that contains prostitution….I know some are not comfortable with the subject that is why I give the warning, she really does sink to all time lows….but let me take you across the abyss to the other side where she finds herself again, and like an elusion, or the breaking of an image in the shattering of a mirror, she realises the truth about herself and what she has become… there is a happy ending…trust me….would I lie to you?
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Things were about to get worse….from bad to worse
It did get worse, as the days went by, there was no word, no contact from Rick he’d just vanished. I tried to be upbeat about the whole thing… naturally Cynthia asked where Rick was, I told her he’d been called away…duty overseas…very sudden, we had little time to say our goodbyes…well it might have been true, some sort of covert work…at least that’s what I tried to convince myself was the reason why he had not contacted me, and why there was no record of him on the base..
My period time came….and went…and went…and went; leaving me in little doubt I was pregnant. Five weeks later and Im starting to throw up, head down the toilet heaving my guts out…now if that’s not a good indication that I’m pregnant I don’t know what is…it certainly wasn’t something I ate.
It was during one of these throw up moments…that mom caught me…head down the toilet bowl.
“And what’s wrong with you young lady?” she asked, standing in the doorway behind me.
“Oh…it’s…er something I must have eaten last night”
I could see that was not fooling her, she had one of her looks.
“Hmmm no I think not….this has been going on more than just last night…you’re pregnant young lady…aren’t you”
“No mom…no…I….”
“She held up her hand “Don’t lie child…I know pregnant when I see it, and you’re pregnant” that stern don’t try to fool me look.
I should have known better….who knows more than your mom?.
I stood, wiping the back of my hand over my face and mouth.
“Oh god mom…ohhh what am I going to do?” the tears and sobbing starting to flow.
Like all good moms, she took me in her arms and hugged me. I snuggled against her, feeling warm and comfortable.
“Oh god I’ve been a fool…such a fool” continuing to bubble.
“Yes you have child…yes you have, there’s no denying that”
“Oh god what am I going to do?”
“Well there’s little you can do…there’s a child already growing inside you…what you must be is strong…face the world, and all those critics and prejudice folk, who will have their tongues wagging…make no mistake they will…but dad and I will be here for you, you can count on our support love…as a family we can do it”
“Oh god…dad…how can I face him?”
“Hmmm don’t worry about your father, I’ll take care of him….now come…let’s go have a nice cup of tea. “
Cups of tea were always moms answer to any crisis.
Dad of course was away in the war…naval, we thought Malta region, but information in that regard was very secretive…we received his mail, but any sensitive parts were blanked out…so the news of his forthcoming grand child mom kept to herself until it was absolutely necessary to tell him…long before the wagging tongues got to know.
With respect to showing my pregnancy I was pretty good, of course Cynthia knew. She was totally shocked naturally, but between her and mom, helped me over some bumpy roads…pardon the pun.
Eventually I did have to hand in my notice, and it was shortly after that when the rumours and innuendoes began to fly….each telling of the story becoming bigger and more exaggerated than the last, especially down at the women’s institute.
“Oh god have you heard the latest news?”
“No Helen what…something happened in
“Oh no, no much nearer…here at home”
“Oh what?”
“Well that Diane Shipton…she’s…. she’s gone and got herself pregnant”
“No…never”
“Oh yes…its true
“Well I’m not surprised….she’s a prostitute you know?” purred Eva Pickering.
“No…never I don’t believe it”
“Oh yes perfectly true, Jenny and I were walking by that navel base and here she was bold as brass….trolling the area, trying to pick up men”
“Oh is that right?” they all gasped.
Well the stories just got bigger and better, each adding more and more to each telling.
“Yes we saw her trying to pick up a car load of yanks….a car load would you believe…offering her all sorts of money?”
A car load? Three to be exact and they were trying to pick me up, not the other way around.
This of course translated to at the next telling
“Yes and apparently a card load of yanks….pulled up next to her…flashed all that money…one offered her to get in the back….and would you believe it, in she got….driving off to go who knows where?”
The rumours just became bigger and bigger, one suggesting I’d gone off with a car full of black personnel.
“Well she’s pregnant now as a consequent and it serves her right….I have no sympathy with girls like that”
Now there was a big difference between a young innocent girl and a girl who had managed to get herself pregnant…and not only pregnant but pregnant to a yank.
I soon learned I had been cut off from society as I had known it, doors were closed to me and backs were turned on me. Friends I’d gone to school with no longer wanting to have anything to do with me. Mind in all fairness I think some of that was pear pressure.
“Oh darling you don’t want to be associated with that girl…you want people to think you’re a prostitute as well…no darling stay well clear of her”
There might have been variations with regard the wording, slut, loose women, whore, etc, etc…but the message was the same.
“STAY AWAY FROM DIANE SHIPTON” I might as well have had in tattooed on my forehead, some of course would love to have seen that as well, although some remained faithful and supportive, like Cynthia and Joyce.
The guys…well that was something quite different…I was seen and easy prey…hell if I’d opened my legs for a yank, why not them…such was their mentality
I just happened to be walking through the city with baby in pram, and it brought attention, stares and disapproving looks. I remember an afternoon whist out shopping; I saw five of my school day male student friends swaggering toward me.
“Hi Diane how’s it going” said one, if memory serves me right his name was Graham Roper. At first they seemed friendly and interested in the baby, remarking on how well he looked…real good looking little fella isn’t he….just like his dad? They seemed genuinely interested in my well being….but that was soon to change.
“Hey Diane, you know something…I had a real big crush on you when we were at school…you know that?”
“No…no I never did Sid?” I replied.
There was a chorus of yeah me too
It seemed they all had.
“Hey you want to go for a walk Diane?” asked Graham.
“Oh not just now guy’s I got shopping to do…some other time eh?” my reply
“Awww come on just a few minutes of your time ….then you can get back to shopping”
Now I was getting a little suspicious…it was the way they were eyeing me up and grinning.
“It’s just down to Barlow’s Creek, we got money love, and we can pay for it …ten minute walk?
Now I knew what they were up to “I don’t think so guys…I have shopping to do”
“Awww come on Diane…show us ya tits…love to hold one”
“Yeah we can give you some of this as well….we know you like a bit of cock love” said Sid rubbing his crotch
“I have to go guys” I said pushing my way through. They refused to give up, walking along side me as I made my way along the street…they pinching my ass.
“Leave me alone guy’s or I’ll call the cops”
“Hay like the cops care about prostitutes…they’ll probably arrest you for soliciting” accompanied by laughing.
“Yeah go on whore, go back to your yank boyfriend”
“Whore”
“Slut”
“Bitch”
I pushed into the sanctity of the shoppers, their obscenities slowly fading behind me, tears streaming down my face.
This was only part of the problem of having had an illegitimate child.
Jobs also were hard to come by, it seemed just about every shop and store shut me out.
I managed one place and thought I was doing well, until the store owner came to me one day and said I had to pack up….he was firing me, and when I asked why.
“Well my dear…I don’t think you are….er…the right type of person”
He didn’t need to elaborate…his wife had obviously talked to him.
Mom and Dad had been great…I was most surprised at Dad who had been so, so supportive, and he just adored little Michael…his grandson, and Michael just adored him…without their support I don’t know what I would have done.
It was now 1947…young Michael was now just on 5 years old, he was going to be a handsome young man…just like his dad…life had been a struggle and money very scarce…but we had managed. I had dropped Michael off at school, his first few weeks and liked to wander back through the park…it was a beautiful warm day….not a cloud in the sky, stopping at the bench seat to watch the younger ones at play and ducks on the lake.
I was totally taken with the moment and hadn’t heard the guy approaching.
“Hi Diane…long time no see eh?” turning to see it was Tony Sharpe’
“Oh hi Tony” I replied “No haven’t seen you in an age…how are you going?”
Tony was one of life’s…er how should I put it…an opportunist…a real entrepreneur, wise guy….making a buck…or pound as it was back then…he would take it.
He was like that back at school, always knew how to make a quid…it’s what he lived for.
“I’m fine love…and what about you…you doing ok?”
“Well I must say I’ve seen better times Tony”
He knew all about my situation…I don’t think there was anyone who did not.
He sat down on the bench beside me, undid the button on his jacket, laying back casually and placing his arm on the back of the bench seat, just at my back.
He took a while to speak then said “I think I can help you there love”
I turned my attention to him…”Yeah how?”
“Come and work for me…its good money…regular income”
I then remembered what his latest venture was; he was a pimp…well a club owner he called himself. He had a place passing as a massage parlour…in actual fact it was a brothel.
“Hmm what, you want me to become a prostitute Tony, is that what you’re saying…you’ve been listening to too many stories…all untrue I can assure you”
He made no reply for a while just studying me.
“I know that love…I believe you” he eventually replied, and I felt his hand touch my back and neck.
“But I happen to think you would be good at it….no you’d be great at it” his hand slowly and gently rubbing my back
“Tony if you think I’ll come and work for you…and make myself into a whore…you’ve well and truly lost it….my final answer…ummm, er…let me think….NO”
He gave my neck a final small pinch, the stood up.
“Well here take my card…maybe one day…if you change your mind just drop by…we can arrange something”
I took the offered card, it bore his name in big gold print and fancy writing…yeah that was Tony alright…then a list of what he could offer a person. I guess his brothel…oh sorry Massage Parlour, came under entertainment.
“Yeah well don’t hold onto your breath love…because you’re never going to see me”
“As my dad used to say...never say never. Remember I’m always there for you…you have a nice day” he turned and walked…no he swaggered away, in some ways he reminded me of Rick.
The address and contact numbers were on the bottom 150 Marsh St.
Yeah well it would have to be, that was where they all were.
The time passed, another year slipped by…things were getting worse not better, dad hadn’t been well for a couple of months, the war wound was acting up…and he had to give up his job, now it was mom who was the bread winner…money was hard to come by…but still we struggled on. Then dad had to go into hospital…they told him an operation would help, but a public hospital was not capable of carrying out the procedure….but a private hospital could. When we looked at the expense of such a procedure we knew it was a hopeless situation…there was no way we could afford that. Watching dad slowing fade away was hell, each visit to see him was more painful than the previous…he was fading…and fading fast, and watching moms worried face didn’t help….if only there was something I could do
That night was a sleepless one for me….I knew what I had to do…there was only one way to earn money to pay for that….I had to go and see Tony Sharpe…oh god…I didn’t know if I could do it…the thought of it sickened me.
Next day I took my time in dressing…I knew what Tony would want of me. I had to dress but not go over board other wise mom would wonder why…most would be underwear anyhow.
I needed to put on my nylons I still had a pair Rick had given me, and suspender belt, a pair of sexy panties…and yes I had a pair of those, and a bra…well a bra was a bra…my understanding was they all came off eventually.
I searched my wardrobe for a nice dress…that was something I hadn’t bought in a long, long time, so I had to make do with what I saw as both presentable and sexy…not an easy thing. I used just a little make up….not wanting to draw moms attention…I could always stop off at a ladies room en-route
I took one last look and my reflection…hum not bad…not bad at all, I’d just have to do
Taking a deep breath and heart pounding I presented myself to mom.
“Oh dear you look beautiful…have a date or something this morning?” she asked
“Er no mom…I’m gona get myself out there a find a job” I lied to her.
“Well any employer would be a fool not to take you on love…I’m sure today you are going to find one…good luck” then she kissed me on the cheek
I felt guilty as sin knowing where I was going, and what I was going to do, as I stepped outside I was trembling and feeling sick…I still wasn’t sure if I could do this.
The bus dropped me off a block away…there just happened to be a ladies room on the way. I laid on more mascara and some bright red lipstick.
This was the hard part, now I
really was feeling sick. I didn’t think my legs would carry me…but I pressed
on, turning into
“Hi love can I help you?” the brassy blond at reception asked.
I nervously replied “Hi yes…I’d like to see Tony Sharpe if he’s in” well maybe he wasn’t…I could just turn and get out of here…second thoughts flooding in.
“I’ll see love…who should I say wants to see him?” she asked
“Oh Diane…Diane Shipton” heart pounding furiously…please don’t let him be in…please don’t let him be in, I repeated to myself like a mantra.
“There’s a Diane Shipton here to see you boss”
“Yeah…yeah ok right” she said into the mouthpiece
“He said to go right in…the door on the right” pointing her pencil in the direction I was to go
As I turned she said “Good luck sweetie”
She obviously knew why I was here.
“Come in Diane” his response to my knock.
He was striding toward me as I entered…arms outstretched…then wrapping them around me, hugging me like a long lost relative, and a kiss on either cheek.
He closed the door and turned back to me. “God you look gorgeous…absolutely gorgeous….I swear you get better and better with every year….take a seat” he said ushering me to the chair opposite his desk.
“Now tell…what is it I can do for you?” he asked…as if he didn’t already know.
This was another hard spot. “Well…I…was just wondering if that offer was till open…I know it was a year ago…but…but well I just wondered” I managed to stammer.
A smile crossed his face “Darling for you it’s always open…you know that” a self satisfied smile, the cat that got the cream smile.
“Well I need a job…and I need to earn money…and I remembered you asking me to come work for you…I know it was a while back…but here I am”
“Hmmm remember I said, never say never?”
“Yes”
He pondered me for a moment. “Tell me love, how do you feel about going with men, undressing in front of them, being naked….having sex with them, and then leaving them…no love…no feelings…just a business deal?”
He lay back in his chair, waited for my reply.
“Well I’m here now Tony…so I must have thought it through” I lied, the fact was the whole thing disgusted me, and made me feel sick…I just blocked that part out.
He nodded “Yeah…yeah I suppose you have…well I’d be happy to employ you…that’s why I approached you last year, The fact is the business has grown better than I expected and I have a book full of clients, so you won’t be short of work…things are gona change in this industry, there’s a future in the sex industry…you’ll see…you come along with me…I’ll make you one very rich lady”
I really didn’t want to hear that. I kept telling myself it was just a stop gap measure….soon as I made enough I would be through with it…I was to learn differently.
He outlined his terms and conditions of work. Theoretically I was employed as a masseuse, but in reality I was really a prostitute…a title I’d been given but didn’t deserve, now all that was about to change.
“I like my girls to do duty periods….like to have at least four on at some time during the day…gives everybody a chance…how do you feel about that?”
“Well I have Michael to think of…but I guess I can work around that”
He had no problems with it and agreed he’d work around times to suit me.
“Now…we have to remember we are primly a massage parlour, and have to appear like one. On the ground floor, we have the masseuse rooms…very few actually come in just for a massage…it’s the extras they really want” he said with a grin “You know what the extra’s are don’t you?” smiling and winking
“Yes I can guess what they are” I replied, tying to smile and be interested
“We also have rooms upstairs for the special clients…those are the ones we have vetted very rigorously and want a little longer….some will spend a morning or afternoon with you …Angela….that’s her on the front desk…will tell you when you have one, she’ll give you a key to an unused room, just take him there and do the business”
God…do the business…I knew what that meant…I shuddered inwardly.
“But mostly you will just use the massage rooms…for those little extras” another huge wink and a broad smile.
Yeah I got the picture
“Angie will also give you some clean hand towels along with some condoms, I suggest it’s best you always use one, we get quite a few sailors here and you never know where they have been on their travels” a big grin
It was painfully obvious I hadn’t given any thought into the world of prostitution. The more he described the work, what I had to do, and what he expected of me, the tighter the knot in my stomach became…panic was starting to set in.
“Also when here and on duty, I like all you girls to be prepared well before hand…so dress is…panties, bra, suspenders and stockings only when in the “Girls Room”…unless you wish to wear one of the silk robes I provide…if you do choose panties and bra only, please make sure you wear the robe when greeting and meeting with the client and roaming around other areas, at all times…got that?”
“Yes Tony I think I have all that”
“Ahhhh right, now another thing as your boss you call me boss…not Tony…I like some respect from you girls…so its boss from now on ok Diane”
“Yes Ton….boss’
“Good…now lingerie, how’s you lingerie department?” he asked
“Well I guess I could improve on it…it’s a while since I’ve had any use for it”
“Hmmm ok…stand up” he said, gesturing with his hands.
I stood
“How pull your dress up”
I lifted the hem a little
“No. no girl right up…above your waist…I want to see your knickers”
I pulled the hem all the way to my waist and watch the gleam in his eyes as he gazed upon my legs and underwear.
Using a twirling motion with his hand, he asked me to turn
As I slowly rotated he said “Ohhh yes…yes, very nice darling. You do have very, very good legs…and an ass to match…suspenders and stocking….yes…but one criticism… they should be black…men have this thing for black…I’ll give you a couple of sets…and have them here for you” then adding
“One more thing…undo a few more of the buttons on your dress…let them see more of your tits….guy’s like nice tits’
I undid another two.
“No, no, another one…I said let them see your tits love…pull the dress open more…you have beautiful tits…let them see them….there that’s better” he said after I had undone another button and pulled the dress apart…god I was looking the part now…a good girl would never show as much bare flesh
“Any questions so far love?”
“No boss it all seems pretty straight forward….it’s all very foreign to me and I am a little scared…I really don’t know how I am going to react to the situation when confronted with a client”
He studied me for a moment “Tell me Diane….are you really interested in working here…or is it just a whim….because if it is…I don’t want you wasting my time…I’m trying to help you here girl”
There was a sternness, and sharpness in his voice and attitude, if I wasn’t careful he would end the interview and I’d be out.
Sitting up straighter, I smiled and said “Boss I’m serious…I really am, I’m bound to have some reservations…I’m new to all this…but yes I am serious”
He made no immediate reply, just took a moment to study me
Finally saying “Good…good, Im glad to hear that Diane, because I truly believe you have what it takes to make a success of it….I know you have concerns, and feel a little uncertain right now…most of the girls here were the same, but I can assure you give it a month or two, and screwed a few jon’s, it won’t bother you any more. Young Jenny was just like you…shy, uncertain, and quite frankly I never thought she had it in her….nine months on….you wana see her….great, and making lots of money, so don’t worry” smiling and winking “You’ll wonder why you’d worried so much”
“Yeh…yeah I’m sure I will” I replied, trying to sound convinced, but I’ll never go like that
“Now wages… you get 5 quid a
week…but you’ll earn a lot more than that, believe you me…its good pickings for
a classy girl like you…I’m gona put a charge out rate of 2 quid an hour on
you….but I take ten bob out of that so every Jon you screw, you keep
I nodded and had to agree it was more than I was earning right now…which was almost zero. I knew dad when he was working earned around 420 a year, so I should according to Tony earn three times that…more than enough to get him the treatment he needed.
“How are you off for cash right now love?”
“Pretty bad actually boss”
“How about I give you a cash advance of say….eighty pounds…you can set it against future earnings….ok?”
There was a look of complete shock…was he kidding…god eighty quid was a fortune right now.
“Yeah…yeah, that would be great” I stammered.
“No problem my dear….I’ll just get it for you”
He went to the safe… I could see it contained stacks and bundles of money; he took out a pile and shelled out eighty pounds.
“There you go dear” as he handed over the precious fortune.
“Right let’s get the paper work out of the way and then we can get started
I signed papers and documents; I read them briefly before hand, as he explained it was an employment contract to say I was a masseuse and did not engage in prostitution.
What he was saying was, if I did get caught doing the little extras, he disavowed any knowledge and I had done so on my own bat…other words he walked away, and I get convicted as a prostitute, now that would look good, wouldn’t it?
He tidied and straightened the papers, put them to one side, sat back and studied me for a moment.
“Right…you are now one of my girls…welcome to the pink pussy massage parlour…you can start work anytime you want…and if I may suggest the sooner the better…get some good income coming in….when can you start?”
Now that was something I hadn’t considered…I’d set off this morning with the idea of just sounding out a job, and next thing is I’m employed and asked when can I start…oh god I had to face up to it at some time.
“How about tomorrow…what time do you drop the little guy off to school?”
“Oh, er about
He flicked the page of his diary and nodded. “How about I put you on at ten, and give you four hours duty, gets you off in time to go pick junior up”
God things were rushing ahead quicker that I had imagined.
“Er…oh…er yes, yes…I guess I can handle that boss”
“Good then it’s settled…ten tomorrow…and don’t be late, I like my girls to be punctual”
“Yes boss
He checked down the diary again.
“Looks like it’s gona be busy, so you’ll have a good start…just make sure I get a good report about you, I like my clients leaving and feeling good…ok” he said, with a serious look
“Yes boss…I’ll make sure” but deep down I wasn’t too sure.
“I’ll have some nice sexy underwear and a silk robe waiting for you….your name Diane on the right breast…good for the clients…and for you if they want to tell me how good you are” he said again with a smile
“Well I guess that’s all we can do….”
The phone rang just then.
“Yeah…yeah what is it Angela… I’m kinda busy right now”
Whatever Angela was saying he was becoming quite annoyed.
“When did she phone?”
“Yeah…yeah…damn….well that’s no fucking good…I’m really fucking pissed off with her…yes…yes ok…leave it with me”
Whow…he really was pee’d off
He studied the now silent phone, deep in thought…then looked up at me
“What you doing the rest of the day Diane?”
“Well I don’t know I thought I’d just go home for a while, and then go pick up Michael…why?”
“You wouldn’t mind doing me a huge…huge favour?”
“Well yes if I can”
“Well that was Angela on the line…just to let me know Molly can’t get in today…which now leaves me with bit of a problem”
“Oh dear”
“She had a booking for this afternoon which she is no longer able to keep…and I need a girl” he looked directly at me saying it.
Then it suddenly dawned…he wanted me to take it on.
“Oh…I don’t know…hey boss, I’ve got no experience I might stuff it up…I really don’t think I should…and besides I have young Michael to think of” I was scrambling for an excuse…any excuse, to get me out of it.
“Can you get someone else to pick him up?”
I should have said no impossible, but I didn’t, I could have kicked myself after.
“Er yes, there’s Cynthia…she picks her son up at the same time…I’ve picked her son up for her…she might be able to help.
“She got a phone?”
As it happened she had
“Yes”
“Phone her…ask her to pick young Michael up for you…tell her you have a job interview….which is kinda true isn’t it?”
I phoned and explained I was going to be late and could she pick Mike up for me…she even said she could get him home for me…which I guess was even better…I replaced the receiver and looked at Tony…my boss.
“She said it would not be a problem”
“Good well done…well looks like your first client eh…good start” winking and smiling.
Yeah great alright…now all I had to do was face up to the reality of my work…no more talking about it…when this guy had finished with me, and I went home tonight…I would be a bona fide prostitute…bought and paid for…no more denying it…from then on when they pointed the finger and said
Her, her there Diane Shipton…see her, she’s a prostitute…a whore. I gave another inward shudder.
The sound of Tony’s voice brought me back “So you got that?”
“Oh er what sorry boss” I’d missed what he had just said.
Again he studied me for a while “Diane I really don’t know about you…I think I may be having second thoughts…maybe this is not for you?”
Oh god no, no I didn’t want to get fired this quick…the thought of dad lying there in the hospital…all pale and drawn.
“No boss…no…I’m good for this I really am” trying to assure him, and me at the same time.
“I’m just wondering what I tell mom….I can’t tell her I work at a massage parlour can I…I need to make something up?”
He studied the top of the desk…deep in thought…then.
“What about a barmaids job….would she wear that?”
“Oh god I’m not sure boss….she has set ideas and a barmaid?”
It was me who was now thinking. “Well if I really had to…I could tell her it was the only job going, and that we are in dire straights…and wages are wages”
“Hmm good, good I’ll see Sian at the “Wheat Sheaf” he owns the business, I own the building, tell him you are supposed to be working for him if anyone asks….leave it with me…I’ll work something out”
The wheat sheaf was a pub I was going to see quite a bit of in the future…I just didn’t realise it at the time….but that is all in the future….back to now
He gave me the address of the client, told me a little about the guy…and not to judge appearances, he had more money than appeared. He admitted he wasn’t a movie star, and he paid for the services of a whore…getting women was…well rather difficult…when he needed to be serviced it was just as easy to phone for one…no commitments.
“Also love if he takes a likening to you…you’ll have a regular client…and that’s another thing, build up a good list of regulars… as far as I’m concerned he’s off Mollies list…you can have him now if he likes you.
I wasn’t too sure if that was good news or not…time would tell. I had some time to kill until one o clock. Tony had Angela, show me round the place…introduced me to some of the girls…I was quite surprised…the ones I met were real friendly, and I enjoyed talking to them…having a conversation with women had been most difficult, as I said they abandoned me upon my getting pregnant, apart from a handful, who had remained, but they had their own lives, and even they were reluctant to invite me around too often for fear of contamination.
I stepped off the bus a street or two from the one I needed to be. I felt the men’s eyes on me, staring at my open dress…enjoying the sight of bare flesh…even if I didn’t display total boobs, their imaginations did the rest.
I counted off the house numbers 11..13….15.. . I was approaching 17, the house I was to visit, my heart was sinking, and sinking fast…I had that sickness in my stomach again. It was an old villa…long overdue and in need of a total repaint and repair…I could imagine it had been, real nice in its heyday… but now…well it really did look in disrepair. The garden must have been someone’s pride and joy…but a once rose garden had been abandoned and left to nature to take over…Oh god what the inside must be like heaven only knows. With heavy heart I walked up the drive.
The only good thing about the place was the stained glass window of the door, the rest of the door was like all the rest…faded and peeling. I raised my had to knock, but couldn’t go any further, I just could not bring myself to follow through…I just could not meet the person behind that door. I would just have to go back and face the music. Tony was going to be furious…but ok…I’d just have to face the music, say sorry Tony…I know you’ve wasted time on me, and you gave me an advance of 80 pounds, here I return it.
I turned, took a step, about to leave, when I heard the door open and a voice.
“Harrumph… you the whore Tony sent…Diane isn’t it?”
When I turned I never expected to see the nightmarish sight that stood before me. He was about late fifties…early sixties, podgy body and podgy face, bulging eyes, thinning hair brushed to one side in the effort to hide his baldness. He was dressed…well I use the term loosely; an old white open unbuttoned shirt hung loosely showing his podgy belly, a pair of old black shorts, and he wore black socks on a pair of stumpy legs…not a pretty sight.
“Yes…yes but I think…..” he didn’t let me get any further; he left the door open turned and walked down the hall. Saying, “Follow me whore”
“Yes but I….”
“Hurry up whore…you’re just wasting my time and money…the clock is running” adding “And shut the door behind you”
Oh god I breathed as I stepped through the door closing it behind me.
I took a quick peek at the other rooms as I strode down the large open hall, trying to catch up. Oh god what a mess, his house lady must never have been in for months. Dishes in the sink a mile high, clothing books and papers scatted all over the place
“In here whore” he said, indicating the bedroom.
Oh god what had I come to…his bedroom was just as bad…even worse if that was possible. Again a sprawling rubbish dump, the bed unmade, in need of a change of sheets.
He beckoned me “Over here whore” he was standing next to the bed, his gaze continually scanning me, up and down.
He started to cough…like he was a smoker. “Harrumph…I like your tits…they look real good…not like that skinny whore Molly” just to make sure they felt as good as they looked, he grabbed at them…giving them a hard squeeze.
Ouch that hurt I thought, as he continued to feel and examine them.
“Turn around…put your back to me
As soon as I had turned I felt his fingers go for the zip on my dress pulling downward, and slipping it over my shoulders letting it slide to the floor, folding in a heap around my feet.
Next to go was my bra…his fingers working feverously to unclasp it, a quick twist, and my breasts burst out of the confines and restrictive bra.
My panties were next…quick as a flash I felt them being pulled down…down as far as my ankles, as he crouched at my feet.
“Step out of your clothes whore” as soon as stepped out, he took them…discarding the dress, but retaining the panties.
“These are mine whore…I always keep the whores knickers…I like to sniff them later” he said chuckling and coughing.
His next move was to start kissing and licking the cheeks of my ass…before his teeth bit into the flesh causing me to cry out.
“Awww hey, hey…easy sir…easy”
“Shut up whore” his reply, ignoring my plea and continuing to bite and lick.
I was to discover later at home that the cheeks of my ass….both sides, were covered in bruised teeth marks, very distinct teeth marks, should anyone have seen them, and I doubted any one would, I would have a hard time explaining them, I mean teeth marks for goodness sake…on my ass…whow come on.
“Turn…turn around and face me
whore
Shuffling, I slowly turned until I was now facing him; there was a lustful look on his face at the sight of my slit vanishing between my thighs.
“Ohhhhh yes…yes” he grunted, and pushed his hands between my thighs, sliding them down to my ankles and taking a firm grip.
“Spread you legs whore…open them up…I want a better look at that cunt of yours…it needs a thorough inspection” giving an evil little chuckle, and began to push my ankles outward.
He was strong…very strong and let my legs just spread apart.
Sitting back on his haunches he gazed at my pussy, a deep groan emanated from his throat.
“Errrrr, awwwwww, and fuck look at that…fuck whore that is one very good looking cunt…very tasty as well I imagine”
I closed my eyes…shuddering at the thought of this guy…probing, pawing and poking.
God what have I let myself in for…what have I done? Well it was too late now for recriminations…I had made a decision and had to live with that decision,
His fingers combed through my pubic hairs, surprisingly his touch was gentle, working every so slow down and pressing between my legs…he moaned softly as he savoured the moment, then running along the lips of my pussy, tracing the outline of its lips, a fat finger was suddenly thrust inside me, catching my breath and I gasped.
”Ahhhh…ahhhh”
He merely laughed and continued to thrust the finger deeper inside. One finger became two…two fat fingers working in and out. Then it was three…I tried fighting any feelings I might get from the action, but my pussy was rapidly becoming wet, and I finally surrenders to the euphoric feeling, I moaned a deep satisfied moan.
“Ohhhhhhh god, oh my god” I murmured to the sound of slurping…slurping and squelching that was caused by a now very, very wet pussy.
“Ha my little whore likes that…eh…tell me you like that my little whore?”
Right at that moment in time I did…and I truthfully replied, screaming out load
“Yes….yes I do…I do”
Oh god I could hardly believe that was me…no never…I would never say that…but I had…that was definitely my voice.
After he removed two of the fingers…I felt his tongue flick inside, licking and my sweet honey.
“Ohhhhhhh” I cried, taking a downward look. I could see the top of his almost bald head…those few hairs of his brushed over to one side…and in the next moment he buried his head amongst my pubic hair…his mouth hungry to feed upon the warm wet flesh.
It was too much, far too much I couldn’t control the feelings I had right then, I threw back my head and screamed a loud unashamed scream.
He rose to his feet, pulled his dirty old short down as far as his thighs, and holding on to them with one hand to stop then from dropping any further, he grasped his hard erect member with the other…slowly began to jerk off.
What I was looking at was an erection… a rather big erection, but it wasn’t so much the length…which I estimated about seven inches, it was it’s girth…it was rather like its owner…fat. He saw me gazing at it; it was a look of shock, awe and amazement. I’d known very few men…and even less about the male appendage… but to my untrained eye this was a big one.
“He gave one of his chuckles saying “Go on whore, take hold of it, just feel how big it is…I can tell you’re dying to hold it” sniggering.
I hesitated…so he took my hand and placed it on the hard throbbing shaft, my fingers hardly able to go around its width…I grimaced. It felt hot and clammy to the touch.
“Ohhh god” I whispered out loud.
He laughed “He, he, he”
“Just wait whore, soon you’re gona know what its like to have it put it up you” more chuckles
I swallowed hard as the thought of it frightened me…frightened…no it bloody scared me to death.
“Ohhh I can see my little whore is wanting it eh?”
I had my arms around his rotund waist, holding him tight…trying hard to play the part, but the thing was, it was more difficult to do so than I thought.
He broke away saying “Come whore over here” indicating the bed…oh shit this was it…the moment of truth…but no it was to get much worse…well for me it was.
I watched as he waddled toward the bed, one hand still holding his shorts up…the sight of his bare fat arse did little to inspire me. He turned, faced me, dropped the shorts and then removed them, kicking them free.
His next move was to sit on the side of the bed…parted his legs and took up jerking himself.
“Over here whore…kneel…here…between my legs” pointing to the space between his legs.
I felt a sickness in the pit of my stomach…sensing what he was going to request next, what he wanted me to do.
Oh god, please…no that that…please dear god, please, I begged, but my worst fears were confirmed when he said.
“Ok whore you can give a blowjob first before I put it up you, wrap your luscious lips around this”
I held back the bile that threatened to erupt. I sank to my knees, my gaze steady on that hard erection. I’d never ever had a mans penis in my mouth, the thought of it sickened me.
“Come on; come on whore hurry up…put my cock in your mouth…what’s wrong with you…for god’s sake come on?”
I hesitantly put my had on it again, my fingers squeezing the hard warm clammy flesh
“Yes, yes that’s it whore…now in your mouth…don’t just sit admiring it…in your mouth…in your mouth”
Like an animal caught in the headlights of an oncoming car, I froze; hypnotized…I just could not do it.
Frustration now getting to him, he put his hand to the back of my neck and pulled my head closer, also bringing my lips and mouth closer, when he felt the head against my lips he pulled even harder, forcing the horrible thing into my mouth.
I’m going to be sick, I’m going to be sick I kept saying…but I managed to hold back. When my stomach held back and I’d settled again. I began to suck upon it…I had no idea how to give a guy a blowjob…I just did what I thought was the right way. I must have been doing something right, because I heard a deep satisfied groan
“Ohhh yes whore…yes, that’s the way…suck…suck”
I set up a good coordination, hand pumping, mouth sucking and head bobbing back and forth…my only fear was that he would cum in my mouth…then I really would through up all over him.
Fortunately that was not going to happen, he instructed his little whore (me) to stop, withdrawing that…that monster from my mouth, leaving me with an unpleasant taste of sweat, mixed with must have been a little pre cum, instructing me to rise.
For a moment he just gazed at my naked body, his eyes raking from my breasts to my slit, then back to my breasts.
“Just get that whore’s ass on the bed…now” slapping his hand down hard on the spot next to him, stroking his hard erection…a lustful smile broke across his face. “He, he…I’m gona put this up ya whore...it’s what you’ve been waiting and longing for all night isn’t it” waiting for my reply “Well” he demanded, annoyed when I did not answer. Forcing a smile I replied “Yes…yes, of course it is…you know I have”
Holding up my hand I said “Waite…wait a moment, I….”
“What do you mean…wait a moment?” he said angrily, before I had a chance to finish.
“A condom…I have to get a condom…from my purse” I replied, pointing in the direction of my purse.
“Condom….fucking condom…we don’t need a condom…I always ride bareback….now get that whore ass on the bed now” he demanded getting even angrier.
I guess I could have been intimidated by him….in fact I was…I hesitated, and was about to bend to his demand. I stepped to the edge of the bed and was about to stretch out and open up for him….but no, I was going to stand up to him…on this matter I was adamant…I wanted no more pregnancies.
“No I said….condom or no sex at all” I said.
I cold see he was starting to boil…then he backed off
“Fuck Molly always let’s me fuck bareback” he replied rather petulantly.
“Yes well I’m not Molly…so it’s either or”
“Yeah…yeah…but hurry up whore…go on get one”
I turned and strode toward the junk laden dresser where Id left my purse…as I strode I heard a deep growl come from his throat.
“Awwwwww whore you have an awesome ass on you” as he watched my hips and buttocks sway from side to side, he never saw the satisfied grin on my face.
Removing one of the four foil wrapped condoms from my purse, I split the end open, and with finger and thumb, carefully removed the condom. It sprang from a squashed oval shape to a round O. It had been a long while since I’d seen one, or held one, I did see the little bubble on the end, and hoped and prayed that it held together and his sperm finished inside the condom….not inside me.
Having retrieved it, I turned and strode back
Another throaty growl “Awwwwww…fuck…whore that’s as good as the rear view” his eyes glued to the sight of my pubic hair covered slit between my legs, and the sway and bounce of my breasts.
Having returned to the bed where he still sat I gazed down at that huge erection of his, and feared that the condom might just break apart from the strain.
Pushing back, and propping himself up with arms extended behind him, he nodded to his hard dick.
“Ok whore…now you put it on”
I carefully slipped the open end over the head, the rolled it down…it looked a tight fit, and I feared even more now seeing the strain it was under
“Please god…let it not break” I silently prayed…now all was set, as I clambered on to the bed, as I was doing as he instructed “And get those lovely legs of yours open as well whore…wide”
The odours from the room, bed and his sweaty body were sickening, I continued to stop myself from gagging…how I don’t know…I juts kept telling myself…it’ll soon be over…it’ll soon be over
As soon as I settled on my back…and had spread my legs apart…wide as he requested, I felt the bed tremble and creak…it was an old iron bedstead…and a little creaky, I felt the full weight of his body settle on top of mine…shuffling to get into position.
He was hot sweaty and smelly…his erection lay against my belly, pushing my legs even wider, he said.
“Ok whore….guide me in….guide me in”
Reaching between us I took the thing in my hand…somewhat comforted that the condom, was still in tact.
I placed the hard head just inside my slit, then removed my hand. No sooner done than wham
I screamed “Awwwwww god….that hurt”
He’d thrust it up, and thrust hard, not only catching unawares….but hurting me at the same time.
He only laughed and chuckled… “Its what you want whore isn’t it?”
Well not really…this was only the second time in my life a male penis had been inside me…the last time ending in dire consequences for me.
He had wasted no time in getting into a rhythm…his ass humping up and down, plunging his hard dick at a great rate of knots.
I just lay there taking it…saying nothing…his hot smelly breath blasting on to my face…his expression was of pure lust and enjoyment.
The old bed creaked and squawked with each and every thrust, each of his thrusts driving me deep into the soiled bed sheets and mattress.
I tried to switch off…looking over his shoulder, I could see the old and cracking stained ceiling…they say whores see more ceiling than anyone, the torn and peeling wall paper, torn curtains at the window, window that had never seen a good clean in many a long time, drapes half hanging and drooping.
Eventually I was back with him…aware that he still kept banging and humping away at me…aware of his grunts, groans and moans.
For a moment he stopped, but only to throw one leg over his left shoulder, then the other over his right shoulder, lifting my hips and ass off the mattress and then to continue with his humping, his hands firmly around my thighs….fingers digging it to my soft flesh
Thump, thump, thump….slap, slap, slap, the sound of flesh against flesh…mixing with the sounds of the squeaking and squawking of the old iron bedstead.
On and on, I thought it was never going to end…inwardly I was praying for him to ejaculate…to unload….and hoping that the condom held…I was starting to panic…the thought of all that sperm going inside me…well it really didn’t bare thinking about…there were lot’s of things I hadn’t thought about when choosing this profession
It was joy to my ears when I heard him say
“Oh I think I’m getting ready to cum…I’m…I’m getting the feeling” his pace picked up…faster and faster…his face now bloated and red.
Throwing my legs off his shoulders he shouted
“Squeeze ya legs…squeeze ya legs…tight…get ya cunt nice and tight”
I squeezed as hard as I could, he groaned his satisfaction ‘Yes…yes that’s it…that’s it”
The old bed squeaked, squeaked, squeaked, the slapping of flesh against flesh louder and faster along with the fast pace he was setting…now he was going for the finish line…this was it….thank god
“Ohh...ohhhh…ohhhhhh….awwwwww—fuck” he cried, as he exploded…unloading into the condom…well at least I hoped he was.
Completely spent, his body just went limp…it was like being trapped and pinned down under a ton of lard. The effort had taken quite a bit out of him…I could feel his heart pumping fast…god don’t let him have a heart attack. Eventually his breathing became steady
“Awww god whore….that was just fucking great…shit I needed that” was that a compliment. Now he just pulled out, and lay on his back beside me. I tentatively, touched my pussy…it felt wet, and fleshy. After fumbling with the condom and pealing it off, passed it to me saying “Here whore get rid of this”
Gingerly, I took it between my finger and thumb…It was big, big relief seeing that little bulb on the end full of sperm.
“Thank you god…thank you” I said
“So where do I put it” I enquired
“Over in the trash can…in the far corner” he replied, pointing in the general direction. I swung my legs off the bed…holding the condom at arms length, I proceeded toward the trash can.
“Awww I’ll never tire at the sight of that ass whore” he remarked as he watched me walking toward the can. Naturally the can was already full, but I released it, and watch it drop to join the other rubbish that had accumulated.
Now to get out of here I said to myself, thank god.
I went to pick my dress and bra…my knickers having been confiscated…no knickers, I would have to walk the streets with no knickers on.
I remembered very clearly and aunt of mine saying
“You’ll always know a prostitute dear…they never wear any knickers” she was right apparently.
Hey what do you think you’re doing” his voice stopping me in my tracks
“Well I thought I’d get dressed and go…seeing that you have finished with me”
“Who said I’m finished…naw…you just hang around for half an hour or so…and I’ll have it up you again…that’s what I paying you for”
My heart sank…oh god…not again.
“And bring one of those things…one of those rubber things…a condom”
Shit…I opened my purse and took another foil wrapped condom, tore of the cover as before and removed the contents…another little prayer, please god please, and then I made my way back to the bed.
As I lay beside him, he held my hand…he talked, I listened…well that’s not true…he was rambling on about something, but I was more interested in getting it over with.
Almost to the minute I heard him say “Awww well here we go” and when I looked I could see he had another erection…just as big as the first.
“Ok whore, run on number two” which I did.
After he moved to the foot of the bed, wresting on his haunches, he said.
“Over whore…turn over…hands and knees…I’ll take you from the rear this time…doggy style” and then that evil little laugh.
I twisted over on to my stomach, then pushed up on all fours…presenting my rear end to him…doggy style he’d said.
I heard his growl of approval, hot podgy hands and fingers roaming the surface of my buttocks.
“Awww yes…oh yes…oh god that is one real ass you have there whore…not like that skinny Molly…no nothing like that” squeezing the firm flesh before a podgy finger was stuffed into my pussy. I felt the hot breath of his mouth as his tongue began to lick the surface…and then..
“Aw god hey” I shouted at him, he’d sunk his teeth into the flesh…biting and biting hard, he repeatedly bit…again and again…leaving teeth marks over the whole surface of both cheeks, delighting in my pain and laughing madly.
With his hot sweaty hands holding my ass firmly in place, he then placed his knees between my legs, and prised them a little further apart, having done so…I felt the fullness of his erection thrust once again inside me. I guess the only good part was, he’d already opened me up, and this time when he entered, there wasn’t quite as much pain.
A deep throaty growl erupted from his throat and the action began once again, pulling at my ass and thrusting his hard dick fully inside. The familiar sounds of 30 minutes ago started all over again…the creaking bed….the slapping of flesh against flesh, and then relinquishing his tight hold on my hips, he slid forward, placed his hands up my belly, tracing upward, those hot hands gripped the firm flesh of my breasts, those podgy fingers pinching both breast and nipple, causing me to wince…I think he obviously got a perverse satisfaction in causing me pain
My body swayed to the rhythm of his thrusts, and I could feel that hot odious breath on my neck
Hump…hump…hump…thrust…thrust…thrust, on and on.
With my head hanging down, the only view I had was that of the old and worn bed sheets and covers, my body swayed to the motion of his humping.
Every inward thrust, forced a gasp of that hot breath on my neck
“Huh….huh…huh….huh” and now a slap on my ass…followed by another….then another. First bite marks…now slap marks; I didn’t want to think what my ass was going to look like.
He only laughed and chuckled at every action, enjoying every moment.
Then finally at long last…those magical words
“I’m—gona—cum” words never so well received.
That urgency was there once more, the panting coming in quick gasps…the thrust faster…and finally
“Awwwwohhhh—fuck—fuck” one big thrust…followed by a second deep thrust…and finally one last big deep thrust and he was unloading for a second time.
Removing his now defunct and well satisfied cock, he fell back on his haunches…grunted, and then gave my ass one final slap.
“Whore that was great…you did great little whore”
Surely this must be the last….I don’t think I could have taken any more.
“Alright whore…that’s it you can get dressed and go now…I’m finished with you…tell Tony to charge me for two hours of your time”
He didn’t have to tell me twice…I had my bra and dress on in record time….but I felt awkward without panties…and I had to walk the streets without them
My aunts voice now ringing in my ears “You’ll always know a prostitute dear…they never wear any knickers”
After a quick check over, I put some more lipstick on and tried to make myself look as good as I possibly could…not only did I feel terrible I also looked terrible…when I turned toward him he’d donned an old bath robe, loosely tide around his portly waist.
“Come…I’ll show you out whore” stepping to the side, and gesturing for me to proceed before him.
Of course it was so that he could ogle my ass…I could feel his gaze burning into the fabric of my dress
“Well whore you were good….real good” he said opening the front door. The sight of the outdoors and the blast of cool air were never better received. “I’ll be sure to have Tony book you again” he said with a wicked grin.
God I hope not…but I knew that was going to be in vein.
As the door closed behind me…I took three big gulps of fresh air, and proceeded to walk away, trudging down the path, with heavy feet, and heavy heart. When I’d reached the front fence, I held on to the fence post for support, leaned over into the bushes and threw up…twice…I just could not hold it down any longer. God what had I done, I thought as I lay back against the post.
This was the lowest part of my life…I hated and despised myself…disgusted at what I’d just done.
My brain kept hammering away, words kept streaming before me “Whore, prostitute…You’ll always know….” On and on, well what was done was done…there was no way to undo what I had just done…the fact was all those words were true…every one of them…
I wiped the tears from my eyes, and with my head hung low, and shoulders drooping I continued to make my way back to the bus stop…the one where I’d been dropped off just less than two hours ago. I joined the small group of people already waiting; standing next to an old lady…she eyed me up and down
“You alright dear…you look somewhat peaky”
I assured her I was fine and that it might have been something I’d eaten.
“Hmmm right” giving me a disapproving look.
I realised she was looking at my boob’s and I had not done up the buttons on my dress.
Upon addressing the offending openness, she smiled approval “That’s better love”
I remember little of the bus trip into the city…one thing I didn’t want to do…could not do, was return home and meet mom…I needed some time to come to grips with my present situation…if that was at all possible?
As stepped off the bus in
I had no idea where I was going…the main street was busy, as it normally was…the sound of voices…cars as they passed…honking of horns. I side stepped two older women…women that knew me, knew my past, looks of disgust on their faces…if you only knew ladies…if you only knew?
From somewhere behind me I thought I heard a voice, a voice calling my name…yes…yes definitely. On hearing it my heart and spirits lifted…I knew that voice, a voice from the past.
Hey Diane…Diane Shipton…hello”
I turned and yes, there he was in all his glory…my beautiful, beautiful friend from school days….Andy Marshal.
I smiled a broad smile, flung open my arms, as did he and we hugged…oh god it was so comforting…you have no idea how comforting right then.
Pushing back to arms length, I held the picture before me.
“God Andy…look at you…you are still the most handsome guy in the world”
“Awww hey I don’t know about that” he replied, all embarrassed and shy like.
“Well you are” I assured him. “So what you up to…bring me up to date”
“There’s a nice little coffee bar just up here…fancy a coffee and something to eat”
As it was I did now, throwing up had emptied my stomach...and seeing Andy now seeing and talking with him had given me my appetite back.
“So let’s go find it eh?” linking his arm in mine.
I grimaced as I took a seat, the bites on my ass beginning to hurt.
“You alright love?” he asked
“Oh yeah…yeah…I…I fell the other day…on my rump…it’s still a little tender” I replied
I settled for a coffee and sandwich…whilst Andy ordered a rather big steak with chips…and bread with butter.
I had to smile as I watched him cut into the steak…he obviously had a ravenous appetite
“Now tell me all about yourself…where you’ve been and what you been doing…I did write to you, but got no replies so in the end I gave up”
“Yeah I did eventually get them…but the nature of where I was and what I had to do, prevented me replying”
He told me that the war had been hell, he’d seen many of his comrades killed or maimed, and he was one of the few lucky ones, apart for a minor wound or two, nothing. It was like a lottery, he said, one guy next to him took a direct hit, whilst he escaped. It could just as well been the other way around.
Turns out, when
the war was over he and an Aussie cobber, went back to
“Whow” I said “A cocky (farmer) I just can’t imagine you as a cocky Andy…you do surprise me”
He took the last mouthful of steak…then asked
“Well that all about me….now what about you…what you been up to?”
I looked down into my empty coffee.
“Well I don’t know if you had heard….but I’ve got child….a boy… now six years old”
He took a moment, drained the last of his coffee and relied “As a mater of fact I do”
I raised and eyebrow “You do?”
“Yeh, remember Lance Goodwood?”
“Yeh that skinny guy, always sucking up to the teachers…a real pain in the ass…he was always following Jean Graves and I around…sneaky bugger…didn’t like him”
He grinned “Yeah got him in one, well he hasn’t changed…..met up with him briefly in Melbourne a couple of years back…couldn’t wait to tell me all about it…said you were working as a prostitute, trolled the American base for clients, because that’s where the money was, and had had a kid to one of them…some sort of naval officer”
I shot an angry look back at him “Is that what he said?”
“He did”
“Well there’s only a small part of that is true”
“Yes the father is an American navel officer…now long gone to who knows where….the rest is all rumours and innuendos, stories that abounded when the so called ladies of our society decided to brand a crucify me”
“Yeah I guessed so…so you’re not a prostitute?”
I hesitated in answering…to say no was a blatant lie…as of about three hours ago I HAD become a prostitute.
“Well” he asked again “You don’t want to answer that question?”
“No…no like I said it was a rumour that was started at the time”
“Yeah…I see” but did he or did he suspect that I was, or was it my guilty conscience.
“So where you off to now?” changing the subject.
“Oh I thought I’d finished getting the supplies and head back to the farm”
“What to the little woman?” fishing
“Ha no there’s no woman in my life love”
“Well I am surprised…I really am…those Aussie girls don’t know what a good catch they let escape”
“Ha…well I’ve been too busy to go look for a woman Diane”
I suggested he come home and have a bite to eat at our place, and I was delighted when he accepted
“You can stay the night…we have a spare room….save you having to drive all the way back up the valley…get an early start in the morning…and mom would be delighted to see you, always asks me what ever happened to Andy Marshal, you were her favourite you know”
Again he felt awkward and embarrassed…and perhaps I shouldn’t have added that on the end…but mom had always had hopes that Andy and I would get together…well if it hadn’t been for the war…perhaps we would have.
“I’ll have to collect the ute”
“You gota Ute?” I asked
“Yep a Holden Ute” he said proudly.
“Gota have one if you’re gona be a cocky eh?”
He was right of course; he needed a sturdy work horse, to cart his stores and equipment.
It took us ten minutes to walk to where he was having it loaded up with all the supplies he’d need for a while.
Of course mom was ecstatic when I walked in with who else but Andy Marshal, you should have seen the look on her face…shock...turning to the biggest, brightest smile I’d seen on her in quite a long while…it all but brought me to tears…I know how she felt, it was the same feeling I’d had when I first clamped eyes on him.
Always the matchmaker, she insisted I take Andy into the lounge and gave him a drink…beer naturally, dad always kept a good supply in the fridge…neither mom or I drank it.
Catching up was great, dodging those awkward questions of Andy’s well that was a little difficult…like asking what I did for a crust these day.
“Oh you know a bit of this and a bit of that” seemed to keep him happy.
Mom had prepared a feast.
“Well he’s a cocky now love…he needs his food….they work hard…and no little woman to look after him….”
I knew what she was trying to convey…and I’m sure Andy did as well.
We made up the spare bed and all too soon it was time for us to retire…Andy needed an early start.
Alone in my room, and naked…I was about to put on my nightgown…I presented my rear end to the mirror…oh god, it was covered in bruises, bruises in the shape of teeth marks, on both cheeks…plus the red mark from his smacking, god it was just as well there was no one to see it…apart from me of course.
I’d tossed all night toying with the idea of walking into Tony’s office and telling him I’d changed my mind…I didn’t want the job…well not now that Andy had walked back into my life, but what difference would it make….would Andy want to make things permanent…like asking him to marry him…me as a cockies wife, and then I felt I owed Tony something…well at least eighty pounds for starters…he had after all come to my rescue….well financial rescue, and believe it or not I felt I did owe him something. In the end I decided to do nothing…sit on the fence and play it by ear
I awoke to the smell of bacon
cooking and coffee brewing…and reality hit me as I slowing came out of a
restless nights sleep. I looked at my alarm clock…
“A farmer needs a good breakfast love…keeps him going all day”
I totally agreed with mom…they did.
The time had passed all too quickly…it was time to see Andy off, once again mom the little matchmaker.
“Now you go and see Andy off girl”
“Yes mom” hummm
The morning was a little cool still, the sun had only just risen to warm the night chill as we stepped out on to the porch, we could look forward to a warm sunny day. It was that awkward moment in time, both standing there wondering what to say.
“Er, well I guess it’s time to say bye?” said Andy, kinda shy…wanting to add more, but just could not bring himself to do it.
“Yeah…I guess it is” wanting to hear him say more.
“Well then, I guess this is bye?”
“Er well yes I guess so”
He reached down to me and gave me a peck on the cheek.
“Well bye then and thanks for everything….it was great catching up again”
“Ok bye then Andy…yes it was”
Taking two steps forward before turning and taking the bit between his teeth drew on all his courage and said
“Hey could we catch up again sometime?”
I wasn’t going to miss this opportunity and told him most enthusiastically I would love to.
That did it; he’d gotten over the hard bit.
“Yeah….well perhaps we could hook up again, next time I’m down here eh?”
“Great” again my enthusiastic reply.
And so it was, he would give me a call beforehand.
“Seeing as we now have a telephone installed” he announced proudly, giving me another peck on the cheek, this one with a little more enthusiasm.
I watched the fully laden Holden take off, pulled my robe closer, and hugging my body for a little warmth.
Oh well that was the good part, now my thoughts returned to the day ahead, first taking young Michael to school….and then…oh yes and then, report for duty, my very first duty at the “Pink Pussy Massage”
Mom said she’d get Michael up get him dressed and give him breakfast…I told her I would be out job hunting once more, hoping to nail something down this time.
I eased into the sweet smelling hot tub, my butt still showing the bite marks from yesterday…oh yes, yesterday…a day I’d rather forget….apart from seeing Andy again that is, that part was great. Fresh bra and panties, clean crisp dress….smelling good…yes I was ready to go.
I dropped
Michael off at
I set off toward the “Pink Pussy Massage”….just what would today bring?.........
……………………………………….to be continued