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Please note this is just a story, all the characters are fictitious.

Don’t try this at home girls. I used to do it for a living, in my younger days. We never thought twice about getting into a guy’s car, or the possible consequences of doing so. If anything was going to happen, it was going to happen to someone else. I was one of the lucky ones, and apart from the odd confrontation with a john, I never received any serious injury. I’ve got to tell you, some were not so lucky. I had a dear friend and mentor “Jenny Halswell” to thank for that. Jenny passed away in 2007 at the age of 92.

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Preamble.

I must add that there is not a great deal of sex in this story. It’s a story with some sex, not a story about a lot of sex. It is a short story, one that you read whilst having a morning coffee or lunch.

Laura is our heroine, who looks forward to her Friday nights out after work (who doesn’t). A guy mistakes her for someone else. On the spur of the moment Laura decides to play him along, but then finds out that she has no control over the events that follow.

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It was Friday night. The bar was filled with end of the week workers, enjoying that “Thank God it’s Friday” drink. During the week, every one was stretched out and stressed out, trying to meet deadlines and targets of some description, but come Friday, you could relax and unwind for a few hours. Guys could undo their ties, and unbutton their shirts. We girls…well I guess we could undo the top buttons on our blouses and display a little more cleavage, for the guys to see. There was no Mr Danks, or Ms Bloomfield to give you disapproving looks. Friday night was our night; the Danks and Bloomfield’s were forgotten until Monday morning.

I’ve got to say, no two vodka and tonics, ever taste as good as those first two on a Friday night. I was with my friends and colleagues from work. Sandra, Martha, Louise, Angela and Linda, plus Gerry, Grant and Brad. It had become a Friday night ritual. Sometimes I’d leave with one of the guys, or even one of my girlfriends, have a meal and perhaps finish up at one of our places having sex. Tonight didn’t seem to be heading for a meal, or sex of any kind. Brad, who I normally finished up with, looked like he had his eyes, and desires set on Linda. At eleven o clock, I decided it was time to go home, the drink was fuzzing my brain a little, and I wasn’t really taking part in the conversation.

“Hey, gals and guys…I’m off” I said, addressing them all.

It was the usual. “Oh no…don’t go…stay… have one more…then decide. We’re all going to Bellini’s for a meal” “And a few more wines” Angela added.

“No guys…thanks, but I don’t seem in party mood tonight” I replied. I was going to add, “I’ve got a bit of a head ache” but knew the guys would say “That time of the month, eh?” and snigger.

“You alright for getting home” one asked.

“Yeh, normally there are plenty of taxi’s outside, I’ll grab one…see you later”

“Give me a call tomorrow” added Louise.

I was wrong about the taxis; outside the street was deserted, and devoid of taxis.

I looked up and down the street, but nothing. “Shit…shit”

It would only be a matter of time, before one came rolling by again. The Caledonian was a good place for taxi trade, especially Friday nights.

I sauntered up and down the pavement, and every now and then, looked for one of those white, or yellow cabs that normally were in abundance.

Perhaps I should go back inside, have another drink, and then try again. I’ll give it a few more minutes.

I walked away from the hotel, and up the street a little. If there was no taxis by then, I go back and join the team…just then a car slowly drew up along side me. Oh good I thought… a taxi.

But when I looked closer, it was too flash for a taxi…an up market European, Mercedes’, Audi or such, I don’t know, I wasn’t much good at guessing what type of car it was.

The passengers window slowing glided down. A mature, good-looking guy addressed me. I couldn’t make out what he had said. I drew nearer the car and stuck my head in the window, yeh I know silly thing to do.

“Sorry, didn’t quite catch what you said”

He smiled a most charming smile “I asked…how much?”

I wasn’t sure what he meant.

“How much for what?” I replied

“How much do you charge for a bit of your time?”

It was starting to dawn on me…ding-dong.

The guy thought I was a hooker. Well I guess he saw me wandering up and down the street, and I was near the kerb, I could see how he’d draw the assumption.

I don’t know if I was flattered or insulted.

“Oh sorry dear…I’m not….” I was going to tell him he’d made a terrible mistake, but I stopped. I smiled inwardly. This could be fun I thought, I wonder how far I can string him along, before I finally tell him, sorry sweetheart but I’m not a hooker. The thing is I really wasn’t thinking this through properly. Yes I know I should have told him there and then, at some stage he was going to be a little embarrassed, so why not right now.

“$200” I blurted out. The thing was I had no idea, how much a hooker charged for sex, $200 seemed a good round number.

He looked at me, pondering yes or no. I thought, thank god, I’ve asked too much, he’ll say no, then just drive off…wait till I tell the girls about this.

“You got a place to go?” he asked

“No sorry love…I haven’t” another good reason for him to say no.

He looked over at the back seat. “Well I guess the back seat will just have to do…get in”

“Oh…I… look…I…” I was stumbling and stammering for words.

“Come on get in…the back seat will do fine…hurry up”

I don’t know why or how, but I found myself, sitting next to him.

“Buckle up” he said, putting the car into drive. The sound of the car locks clunking down as we sped away had my heart racing. Oh god what had I done…bloody hell, it was just a joke… a bit of fun…well it was supposed to have been.

I glanced across at him, his eyes were looking downward, and I realized my skirt was well up my thighs; it was my thighs he was looking at.

“Nice…very nice indeed” he said, a broad smile on his face.

“Where are we going” I asked, now becoming a little alarmed at the way things were going. Visions of rape and murder, running through my head. God I could be tomorrows headlines, pictures of my mutilated body, in the morning press.

My body stiffened as his hand ran up my thigh. He must have sensed my tension and concern.

“Relax darling, relax, I’m not a rapist or a murderer…I’ve agreed to pay you $200 for sex…and $200 is what you’ll get, I promise…when Benny agrees to anything…it’s as good as a signed contract…I never go back on my word…it’s how I do business…now just relax, in answer to your question, I know where there’s a piece of spare land…nice and quiet…no prying eyes…we’ll do the business, I’ll pay you your money, and I’ll drop you back again” he said, giving my thigh a reassuring squeeze.

“Oh god…oh my god” I thought, this was now way out of hand. I sat

watching out the window, as we drove deeper and deeper into the old commercial

area. Buildings and sheds, that should have been demolished a long time ago, flanked us like the walls of a canyon. Dim street lighting gave it an eerie feeling. I shuddered.

“You cold sweetheart” he asked, continuing to stroke my thigh.

“No…no…I’m fine…just fine” I assured him.

“Yeah I know…it all looks real spooky” he said, indicating the surrounding buildings. “But at least we’ll have the place all to ourselves” he added, another reassuring squeeze of my thigh.

Some how I didn’t feel reassured. Things had gone too far. I’d only meant it to be a bit of fun… a laugh. I guess I was a little naïve to have thought that’s all it was going to be. You just don’t play with a guy’s emotion, get him all worked up, lead him on, and then walk away. I also knew, that as he stroked my thigh, he had a hard on, and was imagining how wonderful it was going to be putting it inside me

I really couldn’t tell him now that he’d been mistaken, and that I wasn’t a prostitute…but how? How was I going to get out of it?.

The car was obviously new, and up market, the smell of leather, the walnut trim on dash and doors. I glanced over at the guy; he seemed a nice guy, around fifty, fifty-five, neat haircut, salt and pepper, well-dressed, open neck shirt and sport jacket. He didn’t seem like a mad, mass murderer, but then some of them never did.

He caught me looking at him; I gave him a nervous smile.

“I’ve got to say, you’re different from the normal whores I bring here”

I cringed at the word whore. Go on Laura, now’s the time to tell him, you’re not a whore.

“Really?” was all I could say. Then “Do you bring all you’re…. who…. girls here?” Quickly changing from whores to girls.

“Yes it’s a good quiet spot”

With his hand continuing to stroke my thigh, and the other on the steering wheel, he swung the car ninety degrees sharp left, driving us through the broken gates of a hurricane fence. It was a long ago abandoned section. The cars headlights swept the area, the tyres crunched on the fine crushed metal. I could see the tufts of weeds that had sprung up from the ground, a broken down faded sign, offering the section for sale

With the cars headlights, and the engine off, only one dim streetlight illuminated the area…I felt alone, and vulnerable. The only sound came from the exhaust system as it cooled down…tick…. tick…tick.

His hand had remained on my thigh for most of the journey here, it still remained on my thigh, moving higher up and pushing the hem of my skirt up with it, revealing more and more naked flesh.

“Mmmm nice, warm, soft” he commented. “Let’s get in the back eh?” he said, indicating with the jerk of his head to the back seat.

“Oh god…oh my god” I could make a bolt for it, but the entrance seemed so far away, he would have me in less than no time, and drag me back to the car.

“Er…hey…I, seem to be out of condoms…I don’t think we should do this without a condom” I said lamely.

“Used them all up on your other clients…is that it?” he said, smiling.

“Yeah…yeah, something like that” I lied.

“You must get through quite a few condoms in your line of work, eh?”

“Yes…yes we do” continuing to lie. Oh god, the hole I was digging was getting deeper.

“Well not to worry…I’d fuck you bareback if I had to…but there’s no need, try the glove box” he said

I opened the glove box, and there was a whole array of condoms. Shit, that sunk that one.

“Come on, pick one out and let’s get in the back”

I grabbed one of the cellophane packets, got out of the car and went to the rear door, opening it, I slid on to the back seat, the leather upholstery felt cold to the back of my legs and bum. I closed the door behind me. The guy joined me, closing his door, we were alone together…oh god, I was up the proverbial, and no paddle.

“My names Benny by the way…and you are?”

“Laura” I replied.

“You’re real name or you’re professional name?”

“My real name” I replied…obviously hookers didn’t always use their real names…just shows you what I know about being a hooker.

We sat there, together for a while, saying nothing.

“Well” he asked

“Well what?” I replied

“Aren’t you going to pull you’re skirt up, and take your knickers off…I can’t fuck you like that…I’m not paying you $200, just to look at you”

“Oh, er… yes…yes, I thought you might liked to have done the honors” I stammered in reply.

“Hmmm yes, well, you pull your skirt up and I’ll take your knickers off for you” his reply.

I hitched up my skirt, around my waist, his eager hands were tugging at my panties, I felt them being pulled down around my thighs, then to my knees, my ankles, then off, and thrown over into the front seat.

“Mmmm, that’s one nice looking cunt you have there sweetheart” his hand working up my leg and along my thigh. “And just the right amount of hair around it…I love to see a cunt with some hair on it” His fingers moving across my pubic hair, and then between my thighs and into my slit. My body tensed and I winced a little.

“Hey sweetheart, relax…just relax”

I let his fingers work their magic; I felt the tension leave my body, as I settled in to the seat.

“There now, that’s better…feel good now do we?”

“Mmm yes” I sighed; eyes closed, concentrating on his fingers, fucking me.

“Yes, you’re getting nice and wet now aren’t you?”

He was right; I was getting wet down there.

“Ok…let’s get you set up eh?”

He took hold of one leg and placed it over the front seat, the other he placed up the back of the back seat, and my legs now nicely spread apart for him. He knelt between them, slightly hunched over, because of the car roof. I watched him unbuckle his belt, undo his top button, and then unzip his fly, pushing pants, and underpants down to his knees, revealing his hard erection…god it looked big, large purple head and that Cyclops eye on the top.

I must have had a look of apprehension on my face.

“This shouldn’t be a problem for a girl in your business, eh…how many do you service in a day…ten…twenty?”

“Yeah…yeah something like that” I lied again. I had no idea how many cocks a hooker managed in a day…I just agreed with him…god what was wrong with me.

“OK…where’s the condom?” he asked

I’d been holding on to it tight. I took the cellophane wrapped condom, tore open the packet with my teeth, removed it, and with shaking hands, rolled it down the length of his erection, his cock, filling and stretching it. Now I was just as worked up and excited as he was. Just touching the hard warm shaft with my fingers had me going. I took delight in gripping it firmly and starting jerking him off…this he liked, and so did I.

“Oh god…that feels so good, mmmm” he purred.

“Guide me in” he said.

I held it, and placed it at the entrance of my cunt…he pushed, I felt it’s fullness as it literally just slid in with ease, right up to his balls. He closed his eyes and savored the moment. His body fell on mine, and I felt his ass rise and fall, rise and fall, a steady rhythmic motion, his shaft sliding in and out… I was being fucked.

“Oh god…oh god…that feels sooo good” he moaned, each thrust pushing me hard against the door…. Fuck…fuck…fuck.

The last time I’d been fucked in the back of a car, was Charlie Buchanan’s old Holden, it had vinyl seats, not leather, and the back was like a tip, empty beer cans and KFC boxes, that seemed to have been there forever, it was more than likely you’d get a piece of chicken stuck to your ass by the time he’d finished fucking you. Just about every Sheila in the state had been fucked in the back of that old Holden of his.

By now I was as worked up as he was, and enjoying it. The kissing became quite passionate, and our tongues, fought for space inside each other’s mouth. Hump…hump…hump, his balls continually slapping against my ass. His cock slipped from my cunt. He pulled back…now what was the problem, I was enjoying it.

I could see his cock in the dull light, it was wet and shining, the result of having had it inside me, the juices from my pussy had coated it thus.

“Turn…turn over…hurry” he said.

He wanted to take me from the rear end. I flipped over on to my stomach, spreading my legs as far apart as the confines of the car would allow. Wasting not a moment, he was again inside me. Hump…hump…hump, fuck… fuck… fuck.

I felt his loins pressed hard against my buttocks, his thrusting now a steady rhythm. Brushing my hair to one side, he started to kiss the back of my neck, gasps, moans and hot breath in my ear.

“Oh god, where have you been hiding all this time my little whore?” he asked.

Hump, hump, hump.

“Do you like being fucked by all those men…do you like being a whore…tell me…tell me?”

I didn’t know what to say, how to answer. I’d led him on, let him believe I was a whore…I wanted to tell him the truth, but could not bring myself to confess to him.

“Come on…tell me… tell me” he urged, pushing, and thrusting deeper and harder into me.

“Yes…yes I do…I do…I loved being fucked by men” I blurted.

I’m not sure if it was the answer he wanted, but he seemed satisfied with it.

The car rocked on its suspension, the sound of flesh, slapping against flesh, as he continued to thrust into me. My firm round buttocks acting like cushions.

“God I love the feel of a nice ass” he said, pressing hard against me with each thrust.

“I’m gona cum…I’m gona cum” he announced, voice trembling with excitement.

“Yes…yes…here I go…. here I goooooooo” making his final thrust, hard and deep

“Oh, that is going to be one very full condom” he remarked

It was all over, he kept me pinned down, whilst his cock drained the final dregs of fluid…then he slowly withdrew, and sat on the back seat beside me. I twisted around and joined him in a sitting position.

I could see his once hard cock was starting to dwindle, the now cum filled condom, still in place; his hand was soon rubbing my thigh again.

“Shit girl, that was one of the best fucks I’ve had with a whore in a long time…you sure know you’re job” he said, opening his door, and dropping the used condom on the ground.

There was no going back now, he was fully convinced I was actually a whore, and in a short while once he had handed over my fee, I would be…I could truthfully say I was a whore.

“I’ll take that as a compliment Barry…thanks” I said.

He began to pull his trousers back up, wriggling, and shuffling in the confinement.

“I think I threw your knickers over the front seat… you should find them there” he remarked.

I opened the door and got outside. The night air felt cool, as it caressed my pussy. I pulled down my skirt, eventually found my knickers and replaced them.

Barry tucked in his shirt, and zipped up his fly, before donning his sport jacket again. He dug into his inside pocket, removed his wallet, counted out ten crisp twenty-dollar notes, and handed them to me.

This was it…the moment when I’d become a real whore. I had two options. Tell him it was all a big mistake, and that I really wasn’t on the game, tell him it was on the house, and keep his money…thus relieving me of becoming a prostitute…or accepting the money and joining my illustrious sisters who were on the game.

I faltered, hesitated. I saw all those twenty-dollar notes, and just stared at them.

“Go on…take them honey…they’re yours…you’ve earned them” he said. Stuffing them in my hand.

I continued to just stare at them, my hand slowly gripping them tighter and tighter, eventually saying “Thanks” and slipping them into my bag.

“Oh god…oh—my—god” I said to myself.

“I suppose you’ll be looking for some more clients?”

“Eh…oh…I don’t know it’s getting late now” my reply.

“Hotel will be coming out soon…should get some good business from there”

“Oh…yes…maybe…just drop me outside…I’ll decide when I get there”

His hand dropped to my thigh once more, pushing the hem of my dress up, giving him a better view.

“You know…I’d like to have you again sometime…is the Caledonian your patch?”

“Er…no, sometimes I go to other areas” Oh shit, I wish he’d shut up, just get me back to the Caledonian. I said to myself.

“I suppose you have to go where your pimp tells you eh?”

He was fishing, asking too many questions. “You got a number I can call?” he asked

“No…no I don’t give numbers” my reply. At last the hotel was in sight. He did a U-turn and stopped right outside the hotel.

“I meant it…I really would like to do you again…I’ll swing by next week…see if you’re here eh?”

“Yeah…yeah do that…must go” I said, closing the car door.

I watched as the car pulled away. My feelings were mixed, confusion, relief…certainly relief that I had come out of it alive…I felt a little thrilled also…like it had been a bit of an adventure…I couldn’t believe what I’d just done…I saw the tail lights slowly fade into the distance.

“Hell, Laura, you still here” my thoughts were interrupted. My friends and colleagues were leaving the hotel.

“Oh yes…haven’t been able to get a cab” I replied.

“Well might as well come along with us now…grab a meal”

It had never been my intention to have a meal, somehow I’d got sidetracked and now here I was, still with my friends and colleagues.

“Let me buy the wine” I suggested, taking out my purse. There was a look of astonishment of their faces, when they saw the number of twenty-dollar notes, stored there.

“Jesus, Laura, you preparing for a long week end…did the boss give you a bonus?”

I blushed and stammered. “Oh…no…no…I….I…I was going to buy a new dress I had my eye on this week-end” The best I could think of.

“Don’t you have a credit card girl? Much safer than carrying all that cash around”

“Yes, yes I guess so…I just didn’t think”

Funny how a guilty conscience works, I felt they knew what had happened…but of course they had no way of knowing. I was in a dreamland all night, my mind on what I’d done, in and the back seat of the car.

“What’s wrong with you Laura? You seem miles away”

My friends constantly bringing me back to their conversation. “What…oh sorry”

All week I was in the same state. I just couldn’t stop thinking about what I had done, and got away with it. Come the following Friday night, I sat with my friends, but still not really with them. I was tense and also excited. I wondered if my guy would be out there tonight. I kept looking at my watch, willing the pointers to go round. Would I or wouldn’t I, would he or wouldn’t he.

By eleven o clock the tension was extreme… I shouldn’t go…really I shouldn’t, but at the same time I wanted to. My heart was pounding in my chest.

“I’ve got to go guys…sorry” I eventually said…I just couldn’t wait any longer. I was like a schoolgirl wondering if her date would turn up.

There were the usual protests at my going. “Sorry, but I must go” giving them a big smile.

“Ha Laura’s got a big date” one remarked.

“No…no I haven’t” I protested, as I turned and walked out.

I hesitated at the door, half hoping he wouldn’t be there, but also hoping that he was. I built up my courage and strode outside. There was two taxi’s waiting curbside. One driver, reading his paper, the other, seat back, and eyes closed, taking a nap. I ignored both, looked up the street. It was deserted, my heart sank…but I was also a little relieved. I casually strolled a distance up the street, stopped at the corner…looked to see if there were any cars…none. I turned and began to stroll back to the taxis. There was a purr of an engine coming up beside me. The window glided down, and then a familiar voice.

“Hey little lady…want to take a ride with me”

The leather upholstery was cold on my bum, the clunk of the door locks as they secured the doors. I buckled my seat belt, then that familiar hand on my thigh.

“I’m glad you could make it honey…I’ve missed you” He said, as the car sped into the night, and toward the deserted section.