WARNING: WARNING:
I must add that the content and subject matter of this story may offend some readers. I strongly ask you to consider, before going any further. Diane Shipton reaches her darkest depths...falling into a cesspool, a cesspool she must rise out of before she can strive forward to a brighter and better future.
This story is prostitution at its ugliest and worst, so please be WARNED, don’t come back to me later and complain, it meets the standards of ES, no rape, and no underage...a little rough at times...but no real violence.
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I arrived for work at fifteen minutes to ten…ahead of time. The brassy…but bubbly Angela was already there and gave me one of her cheery hello’s, a hug and bid me welcome, at which point Tony hearing I’d arrived came charging out of his office.
“Diane…Diane, morning…morning…morning” he greeted enthusiastically.
“Oh hi boss I…..”
“Come in, come in, come in.” what was he some sort of parrot?
He quickly closed the door behind me after I had entered. He seemed fully charged and full of enthusiasm.
“Well this is great…first day…and it must have gone very well yesterday I hear”
I lifted an eyebrow “It did?”
“Yes…yes old man Stillman, couldn’t wait to call me…tell me what a great fu…great job you had done….very pleased with you”
“He did, did he?”
“Yes you have a new regular client already….doesn’t want anybody else now…good news eh?”
“Yeah great news” I replied but there was a lack of enthusiasm in it.
“Now…where do I
start…let’s get you into a uniform
“A uniform….do we wear uniforms?” I enquired
“Ha my little joke….no not as such…bra, panties, suspender belt, black stockings….and a cute short robe” giving me a grin and a wink “And…wait for it…Y—o—u—r name across the right breast pocket”
“Sounds great…I can’t wait to see it” liar
“I had a seamstress work all night on it…you’ll be impressed”
Well I’m sure I will be I thought…all night eh?
We moved straight to the ladies rest and change room, where I met Donna…the girl who was going to show me the ropes, be my mentor, a rather buxom girl, and friendly…I took a likening to her straight off…dressed in only underwear and doing a good job of filling it very well.
“Ok Donna, I’ll leave Diane with you, show her where everything is”
Then turning to
me said “I believe your first appointment is
“Ok I’ll see you girls later…and good luck Diane and don’t forget. No extras…I don’t allow prostitution in this establishment…so just be mindful of that…ok”
I looked questionably at Donna “Did I hear right…I thought that extra’s was all part of the job, and he tells me no”
“Ha…you gota take that as very unofficial…keeps himself in the clear…he’s told you officially…so if you get caught…then it wasn’t under his instructions…he’s in the clear…you get done on prostitution charges and finish up with a record, he and the club remain clean…the club never collects from the client you do…and then you pay him his percentage cut.
“And the major?”
“Oh yeah…nice guy…good starter for you….randy as hell though”
Oh great I thought.
“He’s old hat…no problems with him…he’ll just pay there and then….we try and monitor the clients though….so most we know beforehand”
God that’s all I would need…get a record for prostitution.
“So let’s get started…now let me see” she said, opening a draw full of brand new lingerie.
“Here try these…I think they should do” handing me bra, panties, belt and stockings.
“You can change through there…change room….and toilet” then adding “Oh here might as well take this with you…it’s yours…so is all the lingerie…Tony supplies it all, so look after, it’s your responsibility to wash and clean”
I quickly undressed…then built up the working girl…it was certainly meant to sell sex…it was all about sex. Standing in front of the mirror, I viewed the final image, hand on hips, swaying from one pose to the next. Oh god, there was little left to the imagination…what I saw was a certain seller, even if I did say so myself.
The robe did little to help…in fact it probably added to the overall image. It was coloured pink, I mean what other colour, and across the right breast in large black scroll was my name Diane, it was short in length…like very short, barley covering my bum. It was the final touch, and when I’d finished I went to join Donna.
The appraising look said it all “Whow don’t you look good honey…now that is going to whow them….really I mean it”
Well I guess that was a compliment…but I continually felt like pulling the hem down further.
“So I see you have the major soon eh, he’s a sweetie…really is, good one to start with, retired from the army….did a stint during the war”
Yeah I seem to remember another member of the armed forces….he left me with something to remember him by.
“Major Cecil Aubrey- Smythe…but we just call him Major…I think he rather likes the title”
“Ok…right…phew I feel kinda nervous…god I hope I get this right” I said.
With a dismissive wave of her hand she replied “Oh don’t worry love, before long you’ll be a good as the rest of us…we all have to start somewhere…before long you’ll be a real pro”
I thought…Oh yeah, well not me…I’m only in this game short time I thought to myself…I’ll be out of this in no time. How wrong could I be? What is it they say….lay down with dogs…or wolves?
You start by putting one foot in the pool…then another, then you are up to your knees…slowly but surely you are drawn further and further into the depths, and that’s it…you’re one of the girls, a real pro as Donna so aptly said.
Donna looked at her watch “It will soon be time love….now don’t worry….I’ll take you to the massage room, give you a quick lesson and where everything is…by then the major should be here…follow me” shrugging into her own short robe, with Donna boldly written upon it.
It was brief and quick. “The client can change behind that curtain…some don’t care….the major always does…they don one of our towels…climb on the massage bench, face down…you follow up with a massage…most don’t care how it feels because they want a different kind of massage really” winking and grinning.
“By the time
they roll onto their backs they already have a hard on…very rarely do you need
to give them any encouragement
“First the major likes a bit of a hand job…nice and slow, followed by a blowjob…you ever given a blowjob before Diane?”
The memory of yesterday came flooding back. “Oh yes…I know how to do them” I replied cringing a little. I guess my fear of blow jobs was that they would cum in my mouth, and I wasn’t quite ready for that…well not right now.
“Now here we have the rub down ointments to use when messaging, this draw is where we keep the condoms…I always advise you use one, Thelma and Trudy don’t bother, but I do…but then it’s up to you”
Well she wasn’t going to get any argument from me on that subject.
“The cot over there is if the client wishes to screw you there instead of the massage table…again it’s the client’s privilege to do so…sink, hot water and towels…I like to wipe my pussy down after use and put some of this sweat smelling ointment on”
I nodded at each and everything she pointed out.
“Er….now….tell…me….”
She seemed reluctant to ask the question.
“Yes what is it Donna?” I asked, encouraging further questions
“Well I was going to ask….how do you feel about black guys.”
The question took me aback for a second before I answered
“Er yes…yes, no problem I guess”
“You guess or you know?”
“No…no I haven’t got a problem with that…why?”
“Because we get all types in here…different colours, and black among them…if you have a problem I’d sooner know now”
I’d never had any problem…although I know some had…but never did know any good reason for so doing
“Ok that’s good to know” the subject was closed.
“Now….open your robe”
I opened it and held it open, a questioning look.
She took a scented spray bottle and pfssst….pfssst, a fine spay of scent past over my body.
“Whoowa…phew what is that?” I asked
“Just a little something to keep you smelling sweet…the clients love to smell a woman’s perfume”
I knew where the saying “Smells like a brothel” came from. I think I’d have gone for something a little more subtle.
“Ok cover up again love”
“Now, I think some make up love….you’re very nice, good skin but we do need to apply some make up”
“I don’t use make up” I protested
“You do here love….here let me show you how….it will improve your overall looks” she assured me
I sat on the only chair, and tilted my face up toward her. Taking her make up box, she quickly applied some make up to my face. A little foundation, some eye liner, some mascara and a little powder and then finally adding some red lipstick…there wasn’t anywhere near the products there are today, moisturisers etc.
She held a mirror for me to see the end result. “Whow” I exclaimed, it had highlighted my eyes and admitted to the overall result, but I doubted mom would have approved.
“There, now we are ready to go” she said, satisfied with her efforts.
Just at that moment there was a tap on the door and Angela popped her head around.
“Oh my whow Diane, you look great….er just wanted to tell you Donna, the major is here to see you”
“Oh fine Angie…but Diane is taking the major today”
“Oh…right…does the major know yet?”
“No not yet, I’ll tell him when I get there, don’t worry about it love, we’ll be right there”
Now my heart began to beat and thump. “Oh god Donna…I’m…I’m so nervous” I said with a tremor in my voice.
“Like I said sweetheart, don’t worry, you’ll be fine, you aren’t feeling any different than any of us when we first started…you’ll get used to it…trust me”
There’s that word trust again.
I followed Donna up the passageway to reception…the major was turned away from us, staring at a picture of a naked female, one of many displayed around the walls.
I could see from his stance he was army or similar, standing straight, hands held behind his back, upon hearing our approach her turned toward us.
He wasn’t a bad looking guy, obviously of retirement age, strong features, one who has been in command, dark hair now going grey, brushed and combed into position.
“Ah Donna my love, there you are” he said, approaching us arms outstretched.
He hugged and kissed Donna on each cheek, before turning his attention to me.
“Oh I say, and who is this lovely young lady may I ask?” he asked, smiling
“Well major this is Diane, our new girl; she’ll be your masseuse today”
“Oh yes, well that’s nice” he replied, sounding uncertain
“Harrumph, er…she does know about er….the ahum….the extra’s?
“Ha of course silly…anything I did, she will do for you”
“Really” now his face lit up.
“Well in that case let’s get started….I’m Cecil Aubrey- Smythe, by the way, but they just call me the major around here” sticking out his hand.
His handshake was firm, but not crushing, warm and not sweaty….I liked him already.
We set off back down the passage, Donna, then me, and followed by the major. No one had to tell me where his eyes were right now, firmly fixed on my swaying hips and ass…I could feel them burning into me. All this was confirmed when we reached to parlour door, stopping briefly to open.
“God Diane you have one magnificent arse…I bet if feels lovely to touch”
“Hey down, major, down, control yourself” Donna said smiling.
“Haw, haw yes of course….just
can’t help myself…but it’s true she does have a magnificent arse
Donna led the way into the room…the major having a grope and squeeze at my ass as we entered.
I felt at a loss with regards to what I was supposed to do next, I just stood there waiting for instructions; it was Donna who was doing all the talking and instructing. “Ok major you know the way, change down and then we’ll start the message honey” smiling and winking.
Looking directly in my direction he said “Haw yes, yes can’t wait…I feel really good today….really good” with a broad grin on his face.
Donna held the curtain back for him as he entered, then closed it again once he had.
She walked back toward where I stood a big smile on her face and shaking her head…in a hushed voice said. “He’s a sweetly really….we all love him…he’s a good one to have for you’re first….not like some” her expression changing.
“You mean like the guy Stillman?”
She looked at me quizzically, a frown on her face “You know Stillman…that old bastard….how do you know him?”
“Well Tony was in a bit of a jam yesterday, I’d just started, Molly rang to say she couldn’t make it and he asked if I could take it….is there something wrong.”
“No honey nothings wrong….but Tony was…for sending a new girl out to him….baptism by fire I guess….unfortunately there are a few like him…goes with the job….but not to worry you’ll get used to it….know how to handle them” her demeanour changed back to a smile. “Now where is the major….you ready major?”
“Haw…just about my dear, just about” and then a moment later out he stepped, all stripped down and one of our towels wrapped around his waist.
“Ok love up on here” said Donna, slapping the leather massage table.
Like a keen nimble teenager he scrambled up onto the table, face down, cradling his head on folded arms.
“Ok love I’m going to go through the procedure first, then you can take over, don’t worry you’ll get to know how each one likes their massages, so just watch.
Donna took a jar of what looked like special prepared oil, rubbed her hands together to get them warm, smeared some of the oil on, and began to spread it over the surface of the majors back and shoulders using her fingers to rub and massage, the major obviously felt this very stimulating as he moaned his pleasure. Donna kept rubbing, smoothing spreading, as her nimble fingers working their magic for the major who continued to moan his pleasure.
“He’s got a hard on” she mouthed at me, grinning and sticking her middle finger in the air to simulate the majors hard penis. I smiled and nodded in return.
“Ok love would you like to try….just continue as I have”
I rubbed my hands together, smeared a little more oil on then proceeded to do what Donna had done. It took a little practice…I was either to light, or too harsh…but as time went on I started to get the knack.
“Ok love I’m going to leave you with the major…you’ll be fine… you’ll see” and then addressing the major. “I’m leaving you with Diane now major…you take care of her…no misbehaving you hear me?”
“Harrumph, as if I would?”
“No, I know she’s in good hands” and then she learned over and kissed the back of his neck, before departing
Now it was just me and the major…this was it, my second client, but my first at the massage parlour…I felt sure this experience would not be as bad as my first.
I just continued massaging, up around his shoulders…down his back, spine….back of his legs calf muscles…then he decided that he’d had enough massage….it was time for what he’d really come for.
“Ohhhh I think that’s enough this time sweetheart…how about the other kind of massage” a chuckle, no need to ask what he meant.
“Hum…ok love how about you roll over?” I suggested.
“Excellent idea” his reply, rolling over on to his back, and in doing so the towel came loose falling away, giving me a full view of his erection. He was unabashed by it, in fact he seemed quite proud of it, taking it in his hand and fondling it for a moment. “Now how does that appeal to you gorgeous?”
“Whow…what can I say major, here let me” I said, taking over and wrapping my fingers around the hard shaft, slowing jerking him off. “Ohhhh god” he moaned “Oh yes, yes you have a nice touch….hummm a real nice touch” closing his eyes and drifting into a euphoric, contented state, moving his hips upward, thrusting in time with my hand as I jerked him off.
With his eyes still closed, and still enjoying my tight grip around his cock, he said. “Suck me darling suck me….suck my cock”
Oh…yes…well, thinking of yesterday, ahum…here we go.
This time I stuck my tongue out, and starting with his balls, I flicked around them first, popping first one, then the next into my mouth….a gentle suckle, before licking the full length, all the way to the head. “Ohhh god….ohhh my fucking god” he moaned. “You sure you haven’t done this before…oh my you do know how to give head love….you really do”
It just seemed a natural thing to do….here I was a virtual novice and the client was telling me how good I was.*********
He reached for the belt around my waist, undoing it and letting the robe fall open. A warm hand slid to my buttock, squeezing and pulling me closer toward him at the same time. “Hmmm now that’s what I call a real nice arse….fleshy….but firm….soft smooth skin, nice and rounded, the way a woman’s arse should be” and then slipping his hand down the front of my panties, and palming my pussy.
“Take that robe off lass….let me see more of you” his voice was filled with excitement.
I shrugged off the robe, letting it drop to the floor, and let my legs part a little more, giving him full access to palm my pussy fully.
For the first time in a long spell I felt an excitement run through my body…I felt a thrill from his touch, pushing down against his hand, which soon became finger thrusting inside.
This time it was me shuddering and moaning. “Oh god major….oh god would you look at that”
“Hmmm you like that darling….my little rosebud?”
“Oh god yes major…oh yes” I sighed, enjoying the inserted finger. My wetness was apparent by the slurping sound it was making. I had his erection back in my mouth, sucking feverously. Together we worked each other, my hips working against the inserted finger, as he pushed up into my mouth.
“Get you’re s pants off….get you’re pants off” he managed to gasp.
Still holding his cock with my mouth, I shuffled out of my panties, leaving them on the floor by my feet.
“Now you’re bra….now you’re bra….I want to see those magnificent tittie’s”
I kept his cock firmly in my mouth, head bobbing up and down the hard shaft, then reaching round behind my back, unclasped my bra shrugged it over my shoulders and let that drop to the floor also.
A deep growl of approval erupted from his mouth and he reached to grab one of them, first weighing it in his hand, bouncing it up and down. “Mmmmm” further approving of it. A gentle squeeze, then finger and thumb teasing the nipple….what was already hard, became harder, and already I was losing control…this was total lust and sex, and I was wallowing in the moment.
His body was slightly tilted toward me, allowing him to both finger my wet pussy and to massage my breast….my contribution was on giving him a blow job, it was something we were both enjoying….I was convinced he was going to cum in my mouth….but no.
“Come on….come on hop up here…let me get this up you love” he said, referring to his hard cock.
I needed no second invitation or prompting. I stopped what I was doing, and being young and fit, I sprang up on the massage table, straddled his torso, placing myself right above his erection took it in my hand and was about to lower myself onto it.
“Ohhh darling, no condoms eh? I do love bareback sweetheart….and you don’t mind me cumming inside you eh?
Oh god, oh my god, in my enthusiasm to get it up, I’d completely forgot the condom. “Sorry major…I completely forgot” giving him my best embarrassed smile.
“No problem darling just toddle over and get one now eh?” he replied, a huge grin on his face
I darted over to the draw. “Nice, very nice” he commented as he viewed my ass end, where had I heard that before.
I quickly found a condom, feverously tore open the foil, took it out and rolled it down the hard shaft. “There now we’re ready” I said with a smile and climbing back on to the table. Resuming my previous posture, with both knees straddling his hips, once more I took the condom covered erection and we both watched as I lowered myself down. Oh my, oh my god it felt so good and I could see that major was enjoying the moment also. At first I watched, as I slowly worked myself up and down the hard shaft…it was me who was in charge…seeing and feeling it at the same time was kind of erotic…it felt and looked good at the same time. Soon I began to go faster…just bouncing on top of him…pushing up, and then falling back down….ohhhh god. I threw my head back, closed my eyes and revelled in the joy of that moment. For a while my breasts bounced in rhythm with my movement until he reached up and grabbed them, crushing and squeezing at them….finger and thumb gently nipping and making small circles round the areola.
For the first time, sex felt good…yesterday had been different, with the major for some reason….well I was enjoying it. My whole body tingled with a kind of excitement…I’d never had this kind of feeling before….I just didn’t seem to care….what I was doing for a living….just didn’t seem to matter….not right then.
The major turned his head to the side, glancing at the small cot, and with a nod said “Over there….let’s go over to the cot love”
Slowly and reluctantly I pushed up and off his erection, making a slurping sound in doing so.
I have to say he was a pretty nimble old guy, no sooner had I reached the cot, and he was right behind me.
“Get on your back and spread those lovely long legs sweetheart” he instructed, and then “I’m going to eat that juicy pussy of yours” a broad grin spreading across his face.
I did as instructed, drew up my knees and spread my legs wide.
He gave a deep satisfying groan, taking a moment or two to savour the view. “Oh god…oh my god that looks absolutely divine darling” drooling at the mouth. It took him no time to throw my legs over his shoulders and bury his face in my pubic hair and wet pussy, the warmth of his open mouth and delving tongue making me gasp.
“Oh god…oh god major….major” my hands and fingers were desperately clawing and gripping at his head and hair.
My hips pushed upward and my head thrashed from side to side, and when he inserted a finger as well….I couldn’t hold back any longer….a well overdue orgasm hit me…it was like nothing I’d ever experienced before, I’d heard of them but never actually had one…but this, well now I knew and it felt absolutely magnificent…god I wanted another I thought as the shudder slowly subsided.
My own orgasm only intensified the wetness of my vagina, and his mouth and tongue worked feverishly to lap up the juices I was producing. He sounded like some wild animal feeding on the kill of its prey. It would take a while before he felt he’d satisfied his hunger, and then completely satisfied he concentrated on the next phase...that was to get it up.
Shrugging off my legs from around his shoulders, first he pushed his finger in, poking and prodding....staring down and moaning how wonderful it looked. “All opened up, pink and fleshy” as he described it’
Leaning over me, and supported on one extended arm, his other hand took a firm grasp of his hard cock and proceeded to guide it between my legs, a brief brush against my thigh, then the hard head as it entered. He didn’t thrust in hard, just let it slip in, well lubricated by my own wetness.
My head pushed back against the small pillow, my mouth opened in a gasp and I moaned, it was a deep satisfying moan. “Ohhhhhhhhmmmmmm” as I felt its fullness enter.
With one hand grasping, cupping and squeezing a breast, his mouth and flicking tongue sucking and teasing my hard nipple, he began in earnest to fuck, starting with a slow and easy rhythm. “Huh....huh....huh”
His moustache tickled at my neck, his lips gently kissing and working up toward my mouth before our lips found each other, exploding into a kiss that was filled with passion, desire and unfulfilled lusts. Our tongues fought and locked in combat. My wildest desires and frustrations unleashed in that one moment, and my fingers dug into the warm naked flesh of his back as I clawed and begged for more. I’d thrown all caution to the wind. Today was entirely different from my experience of yesterday...I...I was just lost in the euphoria of it....loving it. This....this was the turning point. Yesterday was my baptism by fire. I was repulsed at what, and how low I had gone. Today with the major, and having met and talked to some of the other girls, well somehow it didn’t feel quite as bad....I was not alone, and the bonus was it felt good....I was enjoying it, well really the bonus was I was getting paid for it, and helping save my father, at least that’s what I kept telling my conscience...trying to hide and deny the guilt...I was building a wall....a barrier.
Turn over sweetie....over on your belly” said the major, at the same time pulling out of me. I made a quick flip on to my stomach, and he pushed my legs further apart.
“That’s it nice and wide whilst I slip it in you again”
Once I’d settled and in the position that satisfied him, he fed his erection back inside, letting his body drop to mine, my buttocks forming a nice firm but soft cushion for him to bounce upon.
“Now close your legs.....close them nice and tight, I want to feel the warm cunt grip my hard cock....ahhhh that’s the way” he said, once I’d done what he requested.
“Huh...huh....huh” the sound of his humping. Slap, slap, slap as his cock thrust inwards and his balls bounced and slapped against my ass, both his hands slid to my breasts, cupping and squeezing at them, as he thrust his cock deeper and harder. I knew this was the final gallop, his thrusts becoming faster, his short gasps for air quicker and more urgent, warm as it blew against my neck.
“Huh, huh, huh”
“Ohh yes...yes....oh...oh....oh”
It was almost time....he was about to explode.
“Oh god...oh god....I’m gona cum sweetie....I’m gona...ohhhhhhh....fuck”
He didn’t get to finish the last bit, his balls would be contracting, and the orgasm would be hitting him, like a great electric charge or energy, all the way to his toes, for the briefest of moments he’d feel it, wanting it to last forever, but alas it never does, not for him or for me or any human....but that one moment is a wonderful moment...and besides he can always get another one at some time in the future....at a price of course.
“Oh god Diane...phew...whow, that was great....you really put everything into it....didn’t you?”
Well I guess I had. “Well you paid for it major....and to be honest, you were pretty good yourself...it was a much you as me” I guess most of that was true....with time at this game, perhaps I’d become just like the other girls and fake it....but not today....not with the major.
My session with the major now concluded I eased up off the cot and stood next to him, he was peeling off the now used and glad to see filled condom, his dick starting to droop.
“What should I do with this?” he asked, holding out the shrivelled condom.
Gingerly I took it between finger and thumb, keeping it at arms length as if I might be contaminated by it. Finding the rubbish bin I deposited it, letting it plop to the bottom.
We chatted as we dressed, naturally it took me less time than the major....I mean how long does it take to step into a pair of panties and hoist them up into place, then shrug into a bra, reach round and fasten the two clasps, and finally that short robe, and tying it around my waist.
Hoisting myself onto the massage table, I sat with my legs dangling over the side as we chatted.
He was very precise with his dress, I guess it was years of being in the army....habit.
As he continued dressing he asked about me, and how girls like me become a prostitute? It was a question I became used to as time went by. In turn he told me about some of his life, and his time in the army. His wife had been killed in a blitz on London when he had been stationed there, he never did remarry, just remained the widower, and paid for his er....sexual needs, from time to time.
I liked the old guy, as did most of the girls who worked here, he was certainly my pick, and loved it when he asked for me in particular.
The thing is, when you become good at the job, you find that your client base also grows, and before long I had more clients than I could hopefully or adequately handle....but that was the future, right now I was with the major, and about to see him off.
The major was very precise when it came to dressing....he took his time, and as he dressed we continued to chat, eventually he was finished, everything as it should be, army training and habits I guess. Running a finger over his moustache, a comb through his hair, final straitening of his tie....yes...yes he was satisfied.
“Now my dear” he said addressing me and shrugging into his jacket. “A little gratuity for your efforts eh?”
He took three single one pound notes from his wallet and handed them to me....which I gratefully took....but then he took another pound more and said “This one is a little extra something for you my love” tapping the side of his nose and winking “For you alone right?”
“Oh major....what....what can I say....I.....I...?” I was lost for words. The only thing I could do was reach over, kiss his cheek and thank him, which seemed to embarrass him somewhat.
I saw him as far as reception, thanked him again and watched as he strode out into the street, humming to himself, well there goes one satisfied client.
“The Girls Room” as I entered was thick with smoke. Donna was sitting crossed legged in one chair, smoking, and taking the odd sip of coffee, she was with two other girls who had come on duty, both sitting crossed legged in two other chairs, one smoking, both with a cup of coffee.
“Ahhhh Diane, how’d it go love....get on with the major ok”
“Yes, yes he was no bother....kinda nice guy” my reply
“Hey this is Julie” she said
pointing to the attractive brunette, and this is “
“Hey girls” I replied kind of
nervously, I felt I was in the company of experts, me being the apprentice
around here. There was no need to worry though, both were to turn out great
friends and mentors, even if
“I was just telling the girls you did old man Stillman yesterday” said Donna
I nodded agreement “Yeah”
“Oh you poor thing...what was Tony thinking...asking you to do him for your first” Julie
“Yeah shocking way to start love”
“Well I can tell you that there was nothing wrong with Molly...she was at the Wheat Sheaf all afternoon getting he knickers off there....we saw her, didn’t we Sharon” said Julie.
It would seem Molly just didn’t want to meet up with Stillman any more....and really who could blame her, so now it looked like I was going to be his flavour of the month, or week or whatever.
Standing there I felt decided overdressed in my robe, the other girls were sporting just underwear...I slipped off the robe, hung it on peg...grabbed a coffee and joined them....now we were all crossed legged and half naked...I was starting to become one of the girls. (Stage one)
Two o clock seemed to come pretty fast; we were soon joined by the next shift of girls.
“Want to join us at the Wheat Sheaf Diane....we normally go there after working here...have a drink or two” said Julie
“Or three”
“Oh no sorry girls, got the little fella to pick up from school at three....but thanks.
They said perhaps another time, and began to dress in their daily clothes, but something stuck out as odd.
Once they had fully dressed, the reached under the hem of their skirts, and pulled down and removed their knickers.
I didn’t ask why this ritual and just left it at that, a mystery to me.
I walked with them as far as the corner, the turned right and I continued on the catch my bus, as I walked I reflected on my first day. My highlight was of course the major, but the other three were pretty nice guy’s also....not like that old bastard Stillman, I shuddered at the thought of him. So four guys in my first day, pretty good, and I dismissed my guilt by telling myself, I was doing it for dad.
Four soon became seven, then eleven, and my first week Thursday being my last day for that first week, tomorrow Andy was coming down, and I wanted to meet up with him. The thought of being with Andy did make me feel guilty, screwing all these guys through the week, and then changing into my little miss innocence character...well yes that did make it difficult....but I would learn to cope with all that deceit, I never for a moment thought I would get caught out...right then I felt I was bullet proof, and I was doing all this for a good cause....I guess that was just it, I wasn’t thinking.
Having to come up with a story to tell mom, where I had been that first day, did have me a little concerned.
“Phew, gee am I glad to get home” I said, wondering if the story I was about to spin would hold up.
“Oh....why....what you been up to....found a job yet?”
Oh god this was it, the hard bit. “Well yes mom I have as a matter of fact” my heart pounding at what I was about to tell her.
“Oh good...and what’s the job?”
I swallowed hard, gave it a second or so.
“Well you’re not going to like this....but....it’s the only work I could find”
“And” she added, waiting.
“It's a bar maids job, down at the “Wheat Sheaf” it’s a barmaids job.
I let it sink in, then.
“Hum...well I can’t say I approve of it, because I don’t, for a moment I thought you were going to tell me you were a prostitute....now that I do disapprove of...you’ve been accused enough already of being one....and some barmaids are accused of the same thing....being prostitutes”
Oh dear, oh dear, if only she knew the truth.
“Awww mom, come on, I would never stoop to doing that” I lied, trying to reassure her.
“Well I certainly hope not young woman, you’ve brought enough grief upon yourself already”
Oh well, I’d told her, well it was partly right, I did do a little barmaiding, so it wasn’t all a lie, only about 99%.
It was from here on I had two lives to live. When I left the massage parlour....oh what the heck, let’s call it what it is, a brothel. When I left the brothel, I passed through a portal to became the loving mother, good daughter and loving faithful girlfriend of Andy....although Andy and I had never defined what sort of relationship we actually had, we just met up and had a good time together, taking pleasure in each others company...this side of my life was my sanctuary. Then it was back through the portal to become the slutty whore...like I said, lie down with dogs, wolves whatever and eventually you take on the same persona as them...you may not know it, and it slowly infects you little by little. Four months into it and I thought nothing of being a whore, men, how many men had I been with, god only knows....dozens, well more like hundreds, I dressed the part, talked the part and looked the part....just one look told any guy what I did for a living....a whore, until I went home, carefully removing the excess makeup...back through the portal to become miss prim and proper. There were times I let things slip a little, mom would give that disapproving look of hers and say
“See that’s the bar talk”
Well mom it was a bit more than that.
The first time I went to the Wheat Sheaf, was a Friday night, well afternoon really. Michael was going to have a stop over at Cynthia’s with her son; Andy was also going to be busy with farm work, so I had a free weekend.
“How about I come to the pub this
after noon” I asked of
“Yeah...yeah great” she replied kind of surprised, but pleased.
Two o’clock came and there was excitement at the three of us going for a drink.
As we dressed, it was the same familiar ritual, skits on, knickers off.
“Look girls, pardon my ignorance, but why knickers off every time you go to the pub” I asked.
They looked at each other, the smile became a laugh.
“Oh dear....you don’t know?”
replied
“Well no I don’t...it’s puzzled me every time I see you leave....some sort of ritual is it?”
“Ha no love it’s not” replied Julie, then looking to see if any one was near by and listening in continued in a hushed voice. “We do a bit of extra....you know extra business at the pub....so don’t tell any one, certainly not Tony, he’d crucify us if he ever found out”
“No...no of course not...but I still don’t see the connection....why knickers off”
Another grin and smile from them “Because we go out the back of the pub to do the business, without our knickers on it’s a simple thing just to lift up your skirt and let the guy get on with it, none of this pulling down and pulling up”
I now got the message.
“Better get yours of love...stuff them in your hand bag for later”
“Oh I don’t think I’ll be doing any of that” I declared.
“Ha you might change your mind when you get there, most of these guys are sailors, they expect it...don’t take them off...if you don’t do it, ok but as they say, always be prepared....you got any condoms?”
My reply was no of course.
“Better take these then” said
“Just in case love...you never know” giving me a wink.
After slipping off my knickers, we all set off, headed for the Wheat Sheaf, chatting, laughing, and arm in arm.
We could hear the noise of raised voices, and laughter long before we arrived at the pub. Today of course was Friday, last day of the week, drinkers all over would be packing the bars to down as much drink as they could before closing time at six o’clock.
You could cut the atmosphere with a knife, it was thick with smoke. Our arrival caused little interest to most, just a few turning, nodding and smiling at the three whores that had just entered. Their interest might peak later, but right now they had more important things to consider.....like getting a few more pints down their necks.
I followed Sharon and Julie to the bar, pushing our way between half drunk men, for some we were a nuisance, something they should not have to put up with, this was MANS territory, no place for females here. For most though we were an attraction, and for a few....well we’ll get to that soon.
We ran the gauntlet of rough crude guys, grinning faces and lewd remarks. My bum being pinched and rubbed several times before we eventually made it. Now we were pinned in, to find our way back to the seats and alcove area, which were shunned by the male patrons, seat were for proofers, not real men, real men stood at the bar, or leaned against taller tables, scattered around the bar.
“Whow easy there love” said one guy standing near by.
“Went down the wrong way” I offered as an excuse.
Sharon and Julie had no desire to go to one of the alcove areas, just enjoying the attention they were receiving from the guys at the bar.
******
I was somewhat reluctant to write about the following, this was the real low part of my life. I had reached the darkest depths...the big black cess pool. I couldn’t have sunk any deeper, and at the time I could not see it. I thought I could do anything....anything I wanted or desired and that there would never be a price to pay. I was ten foot tall and bullet proof, immune to any penalties that life would heap upon me...I was wrong...oh so wrong. I need this part to be included, so that you know....feel what my life was like at the time...so bare with me and read on...it’s not pretty.
*******
By the time I’d bought the third whiskey, I was starting to get a little tipsy; I just wasn’t used to such strong drink. Now was the time for the vultures to move in.
“Let me bye you girls a drink eh” the voice came from one of the guys we were engaged in conversation with.
The obvious response from Sharon and Julie was yes, great, make ours whisky.
I wasn’t too sure, the barroom
was starting to get out of focus, and it was becoming decidedly hot a stuffy in
here and my speech was slurring. I was aware of
The invitation came from a tall slim guy, around fifty years of age “Hey you want to go out back with Shorty and I...let’s say four quid for the both of us”
I had to giggle and laugh...I was tipsy, and to call the guy Shorty when he was well over six feet and broad as an ox, I thought so funny.
“Yeah...silly isn’t it love”, said the guy I found out to go by the name Jones or Jonesie who had invited me out the back. “Just wait till you see his dick....that’s short as well” he added with a laugh and a wink.
I swayed and continued to giggle. “Oh do you think we should” grinning and giggling
“Of course I do love, we’re all going to have some and best part is you gat paid for it”
“Oh I like the sound of that” I replied, slurring and swaying
Come on then, let’s go eh?” placing an arm around my waist and steering me toward the back.
“Ohhh, heeee” I giggled, as he held me upright, and made toward the back.
He turned his head toward Shorty, nodded his head toward the back door and said
“Come on lad, both of us can do this whore”
Shorty just grinned and tagged on behind.
Outside the air was fresh, but it did not clear my head or now fuzzed mind.
“This way love” said the guy, taking me up the back yard and behind a stack of beer crates.
“Here....four quid we agreed on didn’t we?”
Did we, oh yes I remember something about four quid...as he pressed the money into my hand, and began to unbutton his fly.
“Get on your knees love...you can suck my cock first...then Shorty, before we put you against the wall and give you a good fuck”
“Eh...oh...right” I replied, remembering why I was here.
My head was starting to spin, and putting his erect cock in my mouth didn’t help matters. The whiskey I had been drinking blocked any taste of his dick. Then my natural instincts kicked in, and soon with my fingers securely wrapped around the warm pulsating hardness of his erection, mouth and hand soon found their momentum, sucking and slurping, one hand pumping whilst the fingers of my other hand gently cradled and squeezed his balls.
He patted my head “That’s it love...that’s the way...ohhhh fuck yes” he declared.
“She’s gota nice mouth Shorty...good for sucking cock....doing a good job” addressing Shorty, and moaning “Ohhhhhhh yes, yes” and patting the top of my head.
His hips moved in unison with my jerking hand and sucking mouth, small deliberate moves, and as he did so he unbuckled his belt, letting his trousers fall around his thighs as he prepared himself for the next part. I stole quick peek to my left and saw Shorty unbutton his fly and like Jonesie, unbuckle his belt, before pushing his trousers around his knees. Jones was right....more than right....Shorty wasn’t short in any respect. “Oh—my—god” I thought, look at that bloody thing, almost gagging when Jones pushed his cock further to the back of my throat.
“Have a go lad...put that cock of yours in her mouth” he said, inviting Shorty to have his turn, stepping away.
Shorty needed no prompting as he stood before me, taking a handful of my hair and tugging, forcing me to shout with pain. As I gasped, it was then that he struck, forcing his cock into my gasping mouth. The feel of my warm wet mouth wrapped around his cock, brought out the lustful animal inside him.
“Yeah bitch go on....suck....suck....suck” as he attempted to get me to take more.
There was no reprieve. My head hurt and I was feeling sick, but the fact that I felt like this didn’t stop Shorty...he was relentless....goading me on. “Suck harder.....suck harder whore”
Suddenly there was an acrid taste in my mouth, as he squirted a small amount of cum, a part load, not a full load. I pulled away intending to spit it out, but he was quick....too quick, as his hand covered my mouth, prohibiting me from spewing the ghastly stuff...I had no alternative but to swallow. How I did not reach it all back up is beyond me, still coughing and gagging Jonesie hauled me to my feet and threw me against the wall.
I had a rather blurred image of him as he moved closer and his hands as they grabbed at the hem of my skirt tugging it up around my waist. It was all happening too quick; my mind was finding it almost impossible to keep up. His body was pressed hard against mine; I could feel his erection jabbing into my groin and stomach.
Whoa, whoa, hey something’s wrong here...we should....we should...oh god yes a condom, we need to use a condom.
A condom wasn’t on his mind right then, he had hold of his hard shaft, with the help of his feet he prised my legs further apart. It was the head I felt first, quickly followed by the rest of the shaft. Wasting no time his ass and hips were quickly into action. Humping and thrusting...fast....very fast. He’d completed a dozen or more good fast strokes when I pushed with all my might....sending him backward and stumbling into Shorty.
“NO....NO.....NO” I screamed
There was a look of anger and bewilderment on his face “What...what...what the fuck is wrong with you whore...I’ve already paid you haven’t I?”
“Yes...yes you have, but I need you to wear a condom” my reply
“Awww come on love we are all friends her....we’re clean as” his response, coming toward me once more, his hands slipping behind me to grab and squeeze the flesh of my soft but firm ass, and making another attempt to get it up. I kept pushing; he kept trying to get between my legs.
“I promise not to cum inside love....I really do, if that’s what you’re worried about?”
Oh yeah I thought, like I believe him....the alcohol, might have control over most of my brain, but not all.
“Condom” I said sternly “Or no sex love....those are the rules” I demanded
He was still pressing close to me, the smell of drink and cigarettes from his breath, and an angry look on his face.
He wasn’t about to give up easily, trying to force open my legs, the feel of his warm hard erection pressing against my thigh. I was about to give up, almost exhausted from the effort, it was becoming a contest between us, much like arm wrestling, he had a cruel sardonic smile, kind of knowing he would win out eventually, bit by bit, I felt my legs being spread further and further apart, his warm hard erection pressing against my thigh was inching nearer and near. I felt the head as it entered, that’s when I gave one last push, not sufficient to throw him off balance, but enough to let him know I was serious about this.
“Ok...ok....we’ll wear those stupid condoms” he declared, with a rather sour, sulky look “Where are they”
I delved into my bag and produced two....he took one for himself and handed the other to Shorty, saying “Here she wants you to wear one of these”
Before the end of the night it was to be all academic any way, as you will see as the
story unfolds.
Jones was not going to waist any more time; he tore open the foil wrapped condom, removed it and rolled it down the hard shaft.
“Satisfied?” he asked, grabbing my ass and pulling me close, before pushing my legs apart.
Yes I was satisfied now, and gave no resistance. The big, deep hard thrust that followed was just to let me know he was in charge, it pushed me bodily against and up the side of the wall. I grimaced, but refused to cry out.
“Yeah...how’s that whore, eh...how’s that? He asked, a satisfied smile, knowing that it had hurt a little.
“Great love...just great, keep it up”
The whole world seemed to be spinning; my body felt numb and tingled....the result of the alcohol. His stubbled chin was close to mine and his warm smelly breath blowing against my face, as he huffed, puffed and humped...pushing and thrusting.
“Huh....huh...huh...huh” and his fingers digging into my fleshy butt. His gray eyes continually watching my reactions, and that grin of his, waiting for me to grimace, but I wasn’t going to give him that satisfaction...that I was going to deny him.
His facial features did start to change, the closer he was getting to that orgasm...the orgasm he so desired, the less anger and aggression showed in his face, bit by bit, it changed to one of anticipation....not long now. Faster and faster became his pace, quicker were the strokes. Short sharp breaths blew in my face.
“Huh, huh, huh ...”
“Oh god....oh yes....I think I’m gona cum....I think I’m gona cum”
Faster now....faster. I was getting thrust up against the wall, and I held on tight to his shoulders, his hands gripped my ass real tight, fingers digging the flesh, and then.....
“Awwwwwwwww” a scream, and a facial expression that told its own story....he was unloading....cumming...his orgasm was tearing through him...his lusts now satisfied.
That smirk returned to his face, as he let the last drops of cum fill the condom before he slowly withdrew.
“Well I’ll say this....for a whore you have a nice tight cunt” he remarked, stepping back and to one side. “Go on try it Shorty....give her a good fuck, and tell am I right?” pulling up his trousers and tucking his cock back in this pants as he spoke.
Shorty needed no prompting; he had his own ideas, grabbing my arm, pulling me away from the brick wall and saying. “Down whore....down on you’re hands and knees....I’m gona fuck ya from behind”
I almost fell to my hands and knees, with Shorty’s pushing and my half drunken state, I was quickly in the position Shorty wanted me, my vulnerable ass sticking up and ready for him. There was laughter and lewd remarks coming from both as I stumbled to the ground.
Jones putting the flame to a cigarette, then blowing a stream of smoke saying “That’s the way boy....now let me see you get it up her” laughing.
Shorty’s hands here hot, sweaty and his grip was strong on my hips, a vice like grip. Holding me in position, although I just didn’t have any fight left in me to resist even had I wanted to, penetration was swift and hard, and he broke into a quick rhythm, his hips and ass swinging back and forth.
“How’s that Jonesie...look good eh?” as he plunged forcefully and fully inside me.
“Great lad....great...I can see she loves it” a laugh, then another deep lungful of smoke.
It was ten minutes or so of humping and thrusting, slap....slap....slap, the sound of our two bodies coming together, and Shorty’s ball bouncing against my ass...something that did not go unnoticed to Jones.
“Hey Shorty....I didn’t realise you had such big balls lad...god their big” he said, sniggering.
“Yeah just wait until I unload what’s inside them mate...pity I’m wearing a condom” his reply and laugh.
Just like Jones, Shorty’s pace picked up, his grip on my hips intensified, the slapping became faster and he increased his thrusts, and then.
“Awwwwww fuck....fuck....fuck” he shouted, as his orgasm hit, and the load he had been carrying began to spew into the condom...his frustration and lusts, now being satisfied, and with one heavy slap on my ass he was finished with me....for now....or until the next time.
They had been gone for about five minutes; I just sat with my back against the wall, waiting for the world to stop spinning. I closed my legs and pulled my skirt down to cover myself. I could see the two used and filled condoms lying on the ground just a few feet from where I sat, I’d have to pick them up and flush them...one thing we didn’t need was for Shaun to see them and put a stop you us using his back yard.
I lay there for a while, letting my spinning world slow down before I slowing got to my feet, using the wall for support. Oh god I did not feel too good, bending to pick up the used condoms didn’t help either, shit they looked ghastly, all wrinkled and full of male semen. I held them out in front of me between finger and thumb, keeping them at arms length.
Now what I should have down right then, was take them to the ladies, deposit them down the toilet bowel, flush them, and get away from the Wheat Sheaf, but did I? No I didn’t. Oh I took them and flushed them alright, sat and had a pee....sat for a while...no not peeing but just sitting. My next move was to rinse my face with cold water...trying carefully not to remove too much make up. I felt a little better now and decided it might be a good idea to go and say bye to my friends. NO....no....not a good idea...in fact as it turned out it was one of the biggest mistakes I could have made.
Taking a deep breath I made my way back to the main bar, down the musty passageway...when I opened the door....wham. I was hit by the noise, a gust of cigarette smoke, and the smells of the bar.
Entering the lions den, I pushed my way through the ass grabbing throng of guys. The thing was when I eventually made it, Sharon and Julie were no where to be seen, but I did now find myself surrounded by a group of drunk and near drunk guys, an arm snaked around my waist, drawing me lose to the owner of the arm.
“Hey gorgeous...I’ve got you a drink” said the guy. He was about six feet, aged I would say around fifty, with a parched and tanned face. I would guess he was a semen, no sorry a seaman, semen is that yucky stuff men ejaculate into you isn’t it? Anyhow he was a sailor, from one of the ships.
“Oh no I don’t think I could......”
“Awww come on love don’t be so unsociable, have a drink with us?” he said before I could finish my sentence, and sticking a glass of something in my hand.
“Yeah now that’s the way....cheers love” he said, upending his own glass, and then waiting for me to do the same.
The look in his eye told me he was expecting me to precipitate, so I upended the fiery brown liquid and felt it go from my toes to my head...whow what a punch.
He smiled, quite satisfied. “Hey Charlie....get another round in” he said to one of his buddies....or are they ship mates?
I tried to tell him that I had probably had too much already....whether he heard, of chose not to hear, and I suspect the later, he took no notice, and I found myself with another glass of liquid in my hand.
The sound of voices around me seemed to get louder, I could barley discern what half the conversations were all about, they were all talking to me, so I just nodded and laughed at places where I thought I should nod and laugh.
After the third glass, and second cigarette I had smoked, the room was starting to tilt again, objects were sorta out of focus a little, and I swayed and began to find it hard not to slur my speech. It was almost chucking out time....thank god, but if I thought my ordeals would end then, I was mistaken, they were about to begin.
With his mouth pressed to my ear he said “Hey we’re all going back to the ship....gona have a party...wana come along?”
It took a while for the question to sink in, “Oh er no I don’t think......”
“Awww there you go again....unsociable...come on love, it’s Friday night, let you’re hair down, live a little”
I tried to tell him I had to get home...perhaps some other time
“I got money love....if that’s what it takes?” he replied, and then taking out a bundle of cash.
“Oh no...no, it’s.....”
“Here take some...let’s go...it’s gona be fun” peeling off a few pound notes and stuffing them in to my bag.
“There that should do for starters eh?”
Now what part of no, don’t guys understand...it certainly wasn’t in his dictionary....snaking his arm around my waist again.
“Ok guys it’s back to the ship...party time...yahoo” he declared, punching the air with his free hand.
Well it seemed that’s where I was going, and we all started to head for the door, my legs hardly even feeling the pub floor beneath them, as I clung to him for support.
“Charlie, grab a couple of taxis”
It seemed Charley did everything.
Once Charley had found a couple of taxis, he got in the rear passenger seat, and I was bundled in after him, with my very new friend, so that I was wedged between the two of them, a third crew member took the front passenger seat, leaving the others for fight for the other taxi.
The driver was instructed to drive to gate 17.
I lay my head back against the seat, and closed my eyes, but the taxi began to spin. It was then that I felt his hand up my skirt, a rough bristly chin rub my cheek, a mouth and lips pressing against my lips, the hand pushed between my legs and a finger was thrust inside me....oh god the party had begun......
.....to be continued