WARNING, SEXUALLY EXPLICIT MATERIAL!                           ADULTS ONLY!

ANNE'S ARTIFICE (in which an older woman sees the way to preserve her long-
                 service nest egg and tells the whole story to Suzanne when 
                 she's caught trying to scam the house)

by Ozman (c) 2002 (with thanks to Suzanne).

  I was seeing a client out the door of our friendly neighbourhood bordello
when I noticed a very attractive, well-groomed blonde, business-suited lady
seated in the waiting room talking to Joy with a document of some kind open
on the table; neither looking entirely comfortable as they checked boxes on
the form. It was, I saw, a voter registration form.

  "Oh, here she is,"  said Joy, indicating that I had rather more authority
about the house.

  Anne, an extremely well preserved lady of around forty, said that she was
from the electoral commission and was only there to make sure that everyone
had the opportunity to exercise their right as voters by being on the rolls
of electors. It was obvious that she'd become aware of what was going on in
the house, but it wasn't going to stop her from completing her task and she
checked my details too.

  "You've no need to worry," she told me sympathetically. "I keep all of my
coincidental discoveries to myself in this job. I'm like all three of those
wise monkeys."

  "You've seen all this before then?" I asked.  

  "No," she told me, colouring slightly.  "It's all new to me. It does look 
far more clean and decent than I would have imagined though. I'd never have 
thought of this occupation as having a pleasant environment to work in, but
you all seem to be nice and happy enough to be doing it."

  "It's not nearly as bad as I used to think," I agreed. "In fact, I've got
an entirely new slant on life and what makes people tick since I took it up
a year or so ago."

  She watched with interest as Di saw  her last date out and took a booking 
on the phone. I left her interviewing Di as I had a client to attend to.

  Two weeks later Anne returned to see me. I didn't recognize her initially
because she'd shortened and blonded her hair, wore suitable makeup and much
shorter skirt to reveal a pair of solid but shapely thighs.  She identified
herself by mentioning her official visit and explained that she was looking
for a way to preserve her holiday pay. An edict from on high had forced her 
take all outstanding leave, almost six months, and she'd taken the job as a
casual voter registrar, but found the work evaporate from four days to just
two per week in the few weeks she'd been at it. With her normal living cost
her nestegg was slowly diminishing too, so she was checking out her options
for a job to replace her leave pay.

  Since visiting our house she'd found herself thinking  increasingly about  
what she'd seen and felt there and  our apparent satisfaction in an area of
employment which was generally viewed as considerably less than respectible
by our community. At first she'd merely fantasised over whoring, but in due
course a surprisingly profound fascination had developed for the experience
of making her body a plaything for complete strangers,  becoming inexorably
more appealing until she was giving real thought to the prospect. It seemed
to provide an opportunity to undertake an adventure which was beyond her as
a mother and public servant.

  "What's the sex really like, as a pro, I mean?" she wanted to know.

  "It varies between deadly ordinary and outstanding," I said lightly, "the
mean being rather closer to the former than the latter.  If you get to like
your clients it's more fun, you'll find."

  Her early interest in the physical side of the work made it obvious to me 
that she saw something in it for herself; not seriously concerned about her 
ability to perform or to please like many prospective recruits did in their
self-consciousness at the thought  of their first try at real prostitution. 
Confident in her ability to provide an adequate sexual service for clients, 
she seemed to want it to be an enjoyable and positive experience.  

  "Good, I can live with that,"  she grinned nervously. "I was sure that it
entailed a bit more than just lying on one's back  while the bloke took his 
jollies."   

  "Much more," I laughed kindly.  "This isn't a job for a woman who doesn't 
like sex."

  Having convinced me of both her desire and her capacity for sex work with
a pleasing attitude I gave her a card to consult with our medical advisers,
returning before mid-day to announce that she was willing and able to begin
work any evening that week.

  I looked at the paper declaring that she was clean and  wholesome and saw
that it was signed by the old man.

  "So you've met our favourite sex-fiend then?" I observed.

  "Yes," she blushed hotly, then rather more deeply on realizing that she'd 
answered an unasked question as to whether she paid for her consultation in 
a more personal way.  "I discovered the opportunity to further my knowledge  
of the sort of thing would be getting into me.  It seemed to be a perfectly
businesslike proposition, for both of us."

  "And it didn't put you off."

  "On the contrary,"  she grinned. "I think it's eased any remaining doubts
I might have had on my decision to try a new direction in life."

  I had my feeling that I was seeing another woman reaching a complete and 
irrevocable turning point in her life, a position in which I was partially
responsible, but not at all ashamed over as my own conceptions had changed
so radically since my initial experience as a paid sexual entertainer. She
seemed as if she'd discovered a vocation in her latent talent for sexually
entertaining men who appreciate that form of relief. Although she'd stated
her intention to turn her back on whoring at the end of her vacation time,
there was something about her that indicated that she wouldn't.

  Strangely,  she left then and it wasn't until the following evening that
she was due to work under Abby's supervision. I'd agreed to cover for Abby
that afternoon and was ready to start when Toni called me. 

  "I'm in the Mall carpark at the back," she told me. "Anne's there with a
guy, in a car, and they're arguing fairly heatedly. Looks a bit sus." 

  "Oh shit!" I thought. "An undercover vice cop?"

  No, she'd definitely had sex with our kindly old medico yesterday. I was
sure that even the most dedicated cop would draw the line before that.

  When she came in I allocated her the end  room and she got ready while I
watched,  appearing somewhat disconcerted when she found that she couldn't 
open the window. I locked the door and went back to the waiting area where
a rather agitated man was trying to talk his way in and Sarah was being as 
off-putting as she could without being rude, explaining that she'd need to 
check with the client who'd recommended the place to him. He was using all
sorts of excuses to avoid answering as I realized, from Toni's description,
that it was Anne's companion from the car across the laneway.  

  "What's going on?" I asked him with a long, hard stare. "You and Anne, a
new lady, in a car at the back, arguing."
   
  "Where is she?" he asked, sounding panicky.

  "She's with a client," I said simply. "Doing her job."

  He looked devastated. "She's my wife for Christ's sake. This was s'posed
to be just a bit of fun, to see if we could get away with it."

  "Well you haven't, have you," I told him severely. "You can stay and try
our hospitality, or you can pay for the time your visit cost us and go. It
may well be the start of a beautiful, new relationship for us all."

  He pulled out two c-notes and handed them to Sarah.

  "Won't be a completely wasted evening,"  he mumbled uncertainly when she 
led him away to sample her adolescent, sexual favours. 

  I went back to the end room and silently unlocked the door before I went
back to attend to the urgently buzzing telephone. I'd have let her off the
hook at that stage, but for the fact that she'd told me that she'd screwed
the Doctor and found it reassuring, now we'd see how she'd perform with an
actual client.

  I watched her step hesitantly back into the hallway, obviously not aware
as to whether or not she'd been rumbled or what had happened to her hubby.
I beckoned her down to the waiting room where, by a stroke of fortune, big
Dave had come in to 'give the ferret a run', as he so quaintly put it. One
of our oldest customers, he'd take whatever occurred in his stride and I'd
give him a freebee if things really went bad with Anne. 

  She strode down to me wearing a revealing blue, crochet frock which gave
a quick glimpse of every part of her fully tanned body as she walked, huge
bosom swaying delightfully and hips wiggling provocatively for Dave's eyes.
She didn't demur at what was required of her, clearly deciding that it was
not worth the embarrassment to do other than what she'd said she would do.
Putting her arm around his waist, she led him back down to her boudior for
the promised service, bottom twitching defiantly at my gaze.

  On returning to the peephole I was astonished to see that she'd taken to
harlotry without reservation as she'd undressed them both and was all over
Dave like a boa constrictor. She cursorily inspected his large dick before
adopting the standing position at the end of the bed which he enjoyed, her
hard buttocks thrust rearward as he approached and slid his latex sheathed
member into her ready snatch.

  "Oooooh, lovely Dave," she sighed happily as he thrust his long organ in 
and out of her stretching sheath, her inner thighs gleaming with her love-
juices.

  A few minutes elapsed before he withdrew and she waited, frowning, until
he thrust inward once more, a look of surprise on her face as she realized
that he intended entering her rectum. She appeared to be about to speak to
him, but changed her mind and gasped loudly as his solid penis slid inside
her anus, crying out as he drove it deep into her with a series of careful 
pelvic pushes.  He massaged her pendulous boobs as he slid his cock in and
out of her tight rear entrance,  thrusting ever faster until he arched his
back and stiffened with a hoarse gasp of pure delight, gripping her around
her waist with both muscular arms as great spasms of pleasure shook them. 

  I had several gentlemen to see to that evening and  wasn't able to watch
Anne closely, but each time I peeped I found her hard at it with a client,
a total of six in all for the night, making my initial instincts about her
being a natural whore seem justified.  Maybe her husband wasn't in on what 
she really intended after all. Was he the real dupe in all this?  Whatever 
the truth of the matter was, I had to accept that her efforts with all her 
clients were of the highest order and that I'd have to use her if she came
back for more. 

  As things transpired it was her husband Frank who came in first, looking  
for a bit more of Sarah who wasn't available, but was happy enough to have
Claire as a substitute. I found him later, waiting to talk with me after a
job, looking somewhat embarrassed.

  "The other night's effort wasn't the cleverest thing I've ever done," he
mumbled. "We didn't think you'd notice, or even care." 

  "Nobody likes to be made to look foolish," I told him.

  "Is that why you punished Anne by making her take a second john?"

  "I didn't make her do anything," I frowned.  "I was very busy that night 
and she didn't know your ruse had been uncovered. Actually, it was you two
arguing in the car park that undid things. She obviously saw a second chap
to make it seem that she was doing what she'd undertaken to do."

  He put his hands to his face. 

  "She got cold feet at the last moment," he groaned. "I'd talked her into
coming inside, despite her giving me permission to have it off with a girl 
in here. She was terrified that something might go wrong and she'd have to
do it with some complete stranger or complete strangers, as it turned out."

  "So how do you feel about that?"

  "Mixed feelings really. On the one hand I feel guilty and embarrassed at
Anne's misfortune, but on the other I find it so arousing to think that my
normal, conventional wife has worked as a prozzie. We had sex on about six
occasions last year. We've done it at least twelve times already this week 
as it seems to have stimulated her too."

  "How does she feel about the night?"

  "She hasn't mentioned it and I've been careful not to broach the subject. 
She did give me the money she'd made and suggested that I bring it here to
spend it."

  "It doesn't seem as if she's really been traumatized by her experience,"
I observed. "How would you feel about her doing it again, even regularly?"

  "She wouldn't, she's too prim and conservative."

  "She used to be, you mean, but now she's been inside a brothel and while
there may have been perceived coersion, she did perform the work. I had no
complaints from the clients who saw her."

  "Yeah, but a woman just has to lie there while the guy gets off on her."

  "Is that how you found Sarah or Claire?"  

  He shook his head,  colouring slightly as he recalled those enthusiastic
nookies with the younger women. "Is that the standard?"

  "More or less. We aim to please, but try to please ourselves while we're
at it. One should enjoy ones work, despite all those horror stories you've
heard about this occupation. They're all true too, but not in this partic-
ular corner of the world  where we conduct ourselves in a civilized manner 
and carefully choose our colleagues.  I find it easy to pick a likely lass
now. It can save a lot of difficulty, over time, in the customer relations 
area."

  "And how did you see Anne?"  

  "With the story about her savings and her enthusiasm, she appeared to be
a good prospect. Our clients are generally in the older demographic range,
so the thirty to fifty age for ladies is best."

  "You know, I have a fantasy involving her doing a half-dozen blokes at a
shift, then coming home to me for more, even looking as if she's been hard 
at it."

  "Tell her then. At worst you'll be effectively having freebees and might
even find the money helpful on the upside. She no longer needs to consider
the giant step into harlotry,  she's already done that, but whether or not
there are enough good reasons to continue in this new direction. You might
both be surprised at how simple the problem's  solution is when considered
from that point of view."

  And so it was;  although I had the distinct feeling that I'd been set up
as a mediator and go-between by Anne who'd pulled Frank's strings and sent
him over to have his mind put at rest by me while she played the reluctant
'virgin'. Only two clients indeed!

  Anne came to visit me a few days later, apologizing for any inconvenience
she'd caused,  but keen to work a shift per week or more if she thought she
could cope with that.

  "I had to get Frank to think it was all his idea,"  she told me demurely,
"to obviate any recriminations in the future.  I let him talk me into part-
time work here as long as I'm  able to stop when I think I've had enough of
it, so I'm yours for any of three weekdays for the next few months." 

  "The other evening," I asked, "did you really intend to do it with him or
were you hoping to be caught out?"

  "I just wanted to get to work," she grinned,  "but had to make it look as 
if I had no choice. I'm sorry I didn't let you know what I was up to, but I 
had no idea how you'd feel about my arranging things that way and needed to
know whether I could do it without having  my husband find out about things
in the future.  He'd probably have left me under that circumstance, but now
he's stuck with the truth that he was the instigator and my harlotry is due
entirely to his persuasion, poor man. Mind you, we're both now at ease with 
an entirely acceptable solution."

  "That's pretty Machiavellian," I said.

  "Isn't it?" she chuckled. "Fortunately Frank's never worked in the public
sector so he doesn't realize what's going on, even afterwards."

  She came in on the following morning and saw to three clients during that 
shift before doubling up with another when Lisa couldn't make it due to day 
job committments at the hotel that afternoon. Eventually she came in on all 
three days per week, even doing a weekend shift on top of that on those odd 
occasions when we were absolutely stuck for another worker. As far as Frank 
was concerned she only worked one shift each week, seeing only two clients, 
three at most,  while he came in to sample the physical charms of the other 
ladies with what she earned for his recreation.

  I knew I should have been really upset with her, in fact I shouldn't even 
have taken her on, but I did see the humour in the situation and,  with all 
her finangling, she'd produced a perfect result for she and her hubby. We'd
have no concern for her as a working woman in the forseeable future and the
positive result of her artifice was the complete resumption of their sexual
relationship as Frank was seriously turned-on at what she'd become and just
couldn't get enough of her.

  I too was fascinated at her evolution from everyday career woman to a sex
worker of real accomplishment. Her manner on the telephone would have had a
wowser horny and pounding on our door while her ability and enthusiasm with
her men was something to watch; something I did often. Anne's tall muscular
figure was as lithe and supple as a teenager's which allowed her to try new
positions that she would suggest and add to her appeal as a sexual partner.

  I was also the last to find out that Anne and Frank had set up a web site  
to display her as a sort of amazonian sexual athlete who'd take on a number
of huge-dicked men to shag her until they dropped and she looked around for 
more. They advertized for men with cocks of at least twenty-two centimetres
in length and five in width and, from my experience, wouldn't have found an
abundance of these.

  On overhearing a conversation between a pair of my workmates I asked Anne 
what it was about and she told me about another way to sell sex. She said a
password I could use to access her site and later that night when I took my
coffee break during my writing stint, I logged in and found a fantasy world
starring not just she, but Sarah, Claire and some of my colleagues from the
pub and the house. It was something of an eye-opener to see some of my less
demonstrative friends, like those mentioned, with such great cocks in their             
stretching little quims and such salacious expressions on their young faces.

  I quickly found myself diddling my clitty while watching my friends being
shagged in all manner of positions and,  in the main, accommodating several
cocks in succession with the last spoofing over their faces and bare boobs.
It's said that pornographic images do little for the average woman, so I'll
just have to accept that I'm somehow different. I do get very hot and horny 
from watching others at it and the addition of costumes with an allusion to
some situation add to the effect on me. 

  I told her that I'd looked in on her site and, in answer to her question,
said I'd enjoyed what I'd seen. 

  "Well come over one night and have a look," she smiled. "You might get an
urge to try it yourself and we'd love to have you, truly. Thursdays are our
play-nights."

  I said I might, but actually had no intention of accepting her invitation
until the second Thursday came around and I seemed to be drawn to her house
like a pin to a magnet. Frank answered the door and ushered me in, grinning
happily at the prospect of getting into my pants in a situation he control-
ed, Anne having once told me that he found the prospect of fucking me to be 
a bit daunting somehow. He'd never sought my company at work, but now maybe
he could give it a whirl with a drop of wine in him.
 
  In the lounge I found eleven tanned and husky looking guys wearing casual
gear and three women with Anne. She greeted me with a peck on the cheek, it
was her show tonight I thought, before she introduced me to the other women.

  "I just came for a look," I said lamely. "You said I could."
 
  For the first half hour we all watched Anne, dressed initially in a style
to indicate a career woman, being stripped, shagged and spoofed over by six
of the guys after some banter about their relative sexual capabilities. The 
other three women were shot in similar fashion with double penetrations for
each; their first too.  I hoped the house was soundproof as their screaming 
was enough to wake the dead, let alone the neighbours.

  I was quite horny now, enough to be persuaded to change into another suit 
like and, after a bit more sexual banter with a new arrival, me, attempt to 
emulate Anne's mobjob. They say that the size of a cock is not readily felt
in one's pussy, but I beg to differ, and my rectum is an entirely different 
story.  Cocks of that size are more than palpable in the anus, my cries and 
facial expressions absolutely genuine when my poor posterior was forced, an
experience that I found both painful and exciting.

  My climax started about the time the third prick found it's way inside my
sloppy vagina, but I was determined to stick at it until I'd completed what
I'd been dared to do. My poor nipples were already bruised from both biting
and tweaking and I could feel that my pubic mound wound soon be in the same
state. Well, as it turned out I was able to manage seven of them and one of
the other chicks did five before showing the white flag.  They were all, it 
seems, young marrieds looking for some extra cash and a little adventure in
their lives, answering Frank's ads when their spouses were out of town. The
idea of going further had not been given serious thought by any of them and 
I didn't see any of them again.

  I went back to Anne's house a fortnight later to be repeatedly spoofed on
to enable their video to be completed while she simply doesn't appear to be 
able to get enough sex, either working or playing.