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   It was five years ago now and I was twenty two.  I went out with friends
bowling, there were seven of us four guys and three girls.  Five of us were
friends from university the other two current partners.

   It meant that Libby and her husband of eight months were there along
with Richard (plus girlfriend), Craig, Estelle and me.  Estelle had been
the first of us to marry but was now also the first of us separate; a year
and a half after the wedding.

   The lane we occupied was next to one with six women of differing ages, a
works group by the look of it, who were a real mixed bunch: I briefly
locked eyes with a short, slightly round girl, who looked barely eighteen
and had a little girl look about her.  There was another young looking girl
wearing a pair of tight shorts who looked very sexy but again she didn't
look even eighteen.

   Being summer they were dressed lightly so the view was pleasant and I
glanced at the group from time to time partly because they were in my
eye-line but also, if I'm honest because they were all quite pretty.

   I began to glance at a dark haired woman who had her black hair tied
back in a pony-tail and wore grey leggings and a T shirt that showed her
pinched waist and perfectly shaped breasts off really well.  Her legs were
long and the leggings made her look quite hot.

   It was towards the end of our first game that I made eye contact with
her by accident and she gave me a little smile in return.  A little while
later we locked eyes and she gave another smile and mouthed `hi' then
turned away to talk to her friend.  I felt a little embarrassed at being
caught staring at her but tried to carry on chatting and worked hard not to
glance at her again but of course I did and on the third or forth time
found her watching me.  She didn't do anything except break into a little
grin while holding my eyes with her fantastic dark ones.

   Finally we finished the first game and I went for drinks.  As I stood at
the bar a voice said `hello' and I turned to find the woman next to me. 
She was actually a bit older than I'd first thought, probably in her late
twenties and she was very attractive, her eyes were amazing and I found it
hard to break eye contact as she seemed to draw me in.

   "Kim!" She stated with a smile.

   "Ben." I answered.

   "Hi Ben." She beamed at me.  "How's the game going?"

   "Well I wasn't last!" I replied then broke to make my order.

   "I think I was." She responded.  "Not our game I guess.  So where do you
know each other from?"

   "Err...  university.  Well some of us anyway.  Karen and Dominic
aren't." I paused then added.  "You work together?"

   She smiled broadly at this and then nodded; "yes I suppose."

   "Suppose?"

   "Sorry, yes."

   "What do you do?"

   "We are all masseuses."

   It was my turn to smile and she gave me a knowing look but said nothing.
I paid for my drinks then as I went to leave with the tray of drinks she
added.  "Hope we can chat again Ben."

   I left feeling a little awkward because part of me wanted to chat more
but I was conscious of the fact that I needed to get back to the lane. 
Besides I was out with friends.  I kept glancing over for the rest of the
evening and got several smiles in return.  At the end of our second and
final game I went to the toilet and on my way out found Kim standing
apparently waiting for me.

   "Hi!" She opened.  "You seem to be a bit of a fifth wheel." She pointed
at my friends or more precisely Estelle and Craig who were in another
huddle together.  We'd all been mates for several years but at college
they'd dated for a while before deciding to `just be friends'.  Clearly
this had now changed; partly because Estelle was feeling a little rejected
since her husband, who'd moved out four or five weeks before, had just met
someone else but also because Craig's girlfriend had dropped him just a
week or two before.

   I shrugged looking at the three couples and feeling maybe a little left
out.

   "You like me don't you?" She asked pointedly.  "I mean you've been
looking at me for half the evening."

   "Well yes, I guess so."

   "Do you want to be with me tonight?" She asked calmly.

   "I...  well...  err...  we were going for a meal."

   "I'm sure they won't mind you skipping it for once.  Besides I will give
you the best evening of your life."

   I didn't know what to say but she took my silence as a yes and took my
arm steering me over to our friends.  Her group were also ready to go, so
seeing her with me simply spurred them on to up and leave without anything
other than a `catch you later' from a couple of her friends as they passed
us.

   When we got to my friends they looked at me knowingly then as I
explained that I wasn't going to go with them they all smiled, except Karen
who looked quite taken aback for some reason (I didn't know her very well).
We said our goodbyes then Kim steered me away back to the toilets where she
insisted I wait while she went inside.

   When she returned, after my friends had left, she took my arm and we
went out into the car park to find her vehicle.  I'd been given a lift so
she was going to take us wherever she wanted us to go.  Once inside her car
she turned and kissed me.

   "Now Ben.  We need to agree what's going to happen." I looked dumb.  "I
told you I was a masseuse but we didn't agree what we were going to do."

   "Sorry?" I said still confused.

   "How much money do you have on you?"

   "Why?"

   "How much?" She persisted.

   "I don't know.  About twenty quid I guess."

   "I'll drive you to an ATM.  Get out another eighty and we are in
business."

   "Look I'm sorry but are you saying you want me to pay you £100 for a
massage?"

   "Ben, you know fully well what we're talking about.  Now for £100 I
promise you will have the best evening's sex ever.  Lets face it you'd
never get that normally but I'm attracted to you and since it's sort of a
night off we can do a lot more than usual."

   "I don't pay for sex!" I stated bluntly.

   "Tell you what.  You can pay me what you think the evening is worth.  If
you hate it or feel cheated pay me nothing...  better still if you don't
like it I'll pay you." I shook my head but she nodded.  "What can you lose?
£100 for the best sex ever or gain some from me."

   With that she started her car and drove to the cash machine.  She got
out as well then took out £100 before standing back for me to do the same.
I was very uncertain but I did and we got back into the car and she drove
off.  She asked me what I did which I told her then she asked what school
we all worked at.  When I explained that none of us were at the same place
she then asked if it was tough teaching in a secondary school with all the
hot teenagers about.

   So we chatted for a while until she pulled up outside a really nice
apartment block and as I looked up at the windows she gave me her £100 and
said that I could give her some or all of it back and any tip I wished
after we'd finished.  So we went into the smart lobby then up in an equally
clean lift to her apartment where she ushered me inside and shut the door.

   She wasted no time but steered me into a large very well furnished
bedroom which had mirrored wardrobes all along one wall and satin sheets on
the bed.  I was still reeling from the whole event as she dropped to her
knees and in what seemed like an instant had my trousers down and my cock
in her mouth.

   I tried to stop her but she paused and told me to relax as this was just
for starters and set about sucking my now hard erection for about all of
three minutes until I came in her mouth.  She gave me a wink and went into
her en-suite returning with a flannel and towel then proceeded to wipe me
down gently with the warm cloth.

   "Remove your clothes and get onto the bed." She insisted as she turned
away and rummaging about inside the wardrobe.  She disappeared into the
bathroom again with another request for me to undress.  After a pause I did
so then sat on the bed waiting.

   Kim returned wearing a body stocking and matching hold-ups showing off
her fantastic body through the sheer material.  She then went to the end of
the bed and crawled up slowly kissing my legs, stomach and finally my
nipples before lying on my chest looking into my eyes.

   "I don't often kiss my clients but you're too gorgeous to resist." She
teased before placing a peck on my cheek.  She laughed at my expression of
surprise then her lips locked with mine.  We kissed for ages then as I
surfaced she moved down my body again until she was slowly kissed on my
genitals.

   She took me in her mouth again and softly worked on me until I was rock
hard then she sat up and opened the poppers on the gusset of her body suit.
The material sprang away leaving her lightly haired sex exposed.  She had
her pubic hair styled in a heart shape above her sex which was slightly
open.  With a quick move she rolled away to the night-stand from where she
produced a rubber which she opened in a second before rolling it onto my
manhood.

   "There, now I'm safe." She stated before moving over and gripping me
with her left hand before guiding me into her sex.  I went in without any
difficulty until I was fully buried within her then she kissed me again
before rising up and working her body against mine as she pulled off the
body stocking.

   Her muscles moved around my cock and it felt wonderful.  I was soon not
too far from a second climax but thankfully before I reached it she rolled
to one side and asked me to get on top.

   We changed positions and she wrapped her legs about me and kissed me
deeply then asked me how old I was and I told her.

   "Young and really hard.  You'd be surprised how few of my clients are
really hard.  I guess from your earlier comment that I'm your first
hooker?" She gripped my rear digging in her nails as I went as deep as I
could.

   "Yes." I hissed then realising I was going to come very soon I decided
to hold out a while longer and pulled away forcing her to unlock her legs.
She raised an eyebrow then before she could say anything I wend down her
body kissing her neck and breast before finding the heart shape over her
sex.

   "You don't need to...  " She began but I wanted to hold out at least for
a little while so I delved into her with my tongue.  I tasted the lubricant
she'd used in the bathroom but also a hint of her own scent and as I worked
on her clitoris and nibbled her lips gently I was rewarded with her natural
moisture.

   I was never going to be a super-stud since my cock was little more than
average-sized but I was determined to make her get something from the
evening even if it was just a tingle.  Anyway I worked on her, as she
stroked my hair, for nearly fifteen minutes then I'd had enough so moved
back up stopping at her breasts.  They were larger and slight taught and
clearly not natural but they felt great so sucked her nipples then moved to
her neck.

   "I don't let clients do this normally." She breathed as I worked around
her neck to her ear.  "put yourself back in me now." She asked, which I
did.

   We made love for about fifteen minutes her legs locked about me again
until finally I couldn't hold out any longer and with a groan I came.  She
rubbed my back and held me tightly letting me rest before kissing deeply as
she eased me onto my side then my back.

   "Don't worry we've only just started." She said as she began to kiss my
neck and upper body.  I let her bath me in kisses then she did something
that I'd never done before: She leaned over the side of the bed and
produced a handcuff lined with soft material which she locked my wrist in.

   I was a little taken aback and wouldn't let her do the other wrist for
ages but eventually she relaxed me and with a nervous feeling on my stomach
she locked the other one as well.  I was not completely restrained and
could move them several feet which helped a little.  She then did the same
to my ankles, which I allowed to happen without resistance before she stood
away.

   I shook my wrists and gave her a quizzical look not sure what was going
to happen now and she grinned then went to the end of the bed and bent down
and began to pull on something.  The chains grew tight and eventually once
I stopped struggling I was spread-eagled on the oversized bed and
completely helpless.

   "Now Ben for the rest of tonight and maybe even longer you are my sex
plaything!" She sat on the bed and gripped my flaccid cock and made a tut.
She trotted out returning with a glass of water and pills.

   "Don't worry it's Viagra.  I want tonight to be special!  Can't have an
underpaid teacher leaving me believing I'm not worth a lot more than £100
can I!" She held my head up and tilted the glass up so I could get a sip
then placed the pills on my tongue.  I was a little uncertain but swallowed
them before she let my head go.

   She then gave me head again slowly and whether it was the bondage, her
sexy body, the oral sex, the Viagra or all of the above I was soon sporting
a huge erection.  "Good boy!" She stated then got on top.  For at least the
next half hour she teased me; her pussy rubbing the head of my cock then
letting it go.  Rubbing her silt all along the shaft but despite my trying
to penetrate her she would giggle and shift away saying things like,
"Oops!" or "Nearly!"

   Anyway this went on for ages and was both frustrating and very, very
erotic.  Eventually she slid her sex up and down the length of my cock
(outside that is as I had no condom on) for maybe two minutes until I was
about to shoot then got off announcing she needed a beer!  It was exquisite
agony waiting as she stood in the doorway watching me, my cock twitching
occasionally as if it had a life of its own, which I guess it did!"

   She came back and then taking a large mouthful of beer she took me in
her mouth the cold beer and froth playing around my cock as she swirled her
tongue about the bell end.  She did this three or four times, then asked me
if we were even yet.  I was confused for a moment then admitted that we
were.  "Good!" She added.

   She then repeated the teasing with her pussy culminating with me
climaxing over my own stomach as she stood back grinning.  It was actually
rather frustrating not getting the friction when you cum so I was left
satisfied yet unsatisfied, if you can believe that.

   Kim of course knew her stuff so she then licked my cum all up and again
sucked my cock with her beer filled mouth rewarding me with another
erection (the Viagra I'm certain).  She then went back to cock teasing
happy it seemed to spent time doing this again.  After about ten minutes I
was getting close once more then she whispered that since I was such a good
sport she was going to do something she shouldn't really do.

   With a sense of thrill I felt he sex slide over my cock and begin to
work on me.  I was now really close and she knew this because she asked me
to cum.  I was literally seconds from my climax when she jumped up laughing
and I was left my body teetering on the brink of a climax and I was just
about to go over when she pushed a hand full of ice cubes against my balls.

   I jumped and squirmed which both stopped my climax I actually partially
lost my erection but only for a moment or two.  It came back but now she
was back at the doorway drinking beer watching as if she was a painter
looking at their canvas deciding what to do next.

   It was just after she'd returned to the bed and was kissing and nibbling
my nipples (no one had ever nibbled my nipples before) when the front door
when slam and she looked at me the said "Oh Good!"

   "Come and see what I've got!" Kim yelled and I watched as in walked a
girl dressed in a tiny skirt along with medium height black man.

   "Fuck Kim, where'd you get this one from?" the girl asked.

   "Bowling!" She replied.

   "Can we play?" The `we' sounded rather worrying.

   "That's the whole point!" Kim grinned.  "Sexual innocent.  I think we
need to teach him how to please us, don't you?"

   "Ace!" The young girl added.  "My pussy's really dirty!"

   "If you give Natalie a nice tonguing I'll save your arse from Darren."
She stated as the other girl chuckled removing her skirt revealing her
slightly flabby legs and thong covered pussy.  She got over my head and
pushed down over my mouth but I kept it clamped shut.

   "Now Ben, play nice or it'll get rough!" Kim stated and gave my nipple a
pinch.  I wasn't sure if I should but I tentatively stuck my tongue out and
felt her folds part and her actually rather dry sex begin to open.  It took
about five minutes before I realised she was enjoying it and I could taste
her secretions.

   She didn't say a word but her movement told me she was happy with my
actions and then to prove it she gripped my cock and gave a few short pumps
until I was rock hard then I felt a condom slide down on it followed by
Kim. I could here kissing and giggling as the women moved together above
me.

   Finally after maybe ten minutes when my jaw ached so much it was
beginning to distract me from the sex I was enjoying, Natalie shuddered
(I'll admit at this point I wasn't aware she was even close) then climbed
off me.

   "See you lovers!" She stated leaving us alone.

   "Darren`s not gay by the way." Kim whispered as she moved over me hands
on my chest.  "Which is why he left so quickly!  Just thought a little
incentive might help to get you working harder."

   Kim continued to make love now kissing me despite her indication this
was something she didn't do although I wondered if she said this to all her
`John's.  I came a few minutes after Natalie left us and this was the cue
for me to be released.  I guess the night was finally over.  I was still
hard from the Viagra but had to admit I was satisfied.  I made to gather my
clothes but she wrapped her feet about me from behind and said "Not so fast
buster!"

   Oh yes the money!  There was no doubt she was worth £100 but as I made
to pull out my wallet she grabbed it and tossed it aside.  "You're not
going anywhere!  I promised you a night to remember forever and it's only
half twelve!"

   She left me to return with two beers and we sat drinking chatting about
normal stuff; her friends, my friends, music, TV and sport; she was a big
football fan and when I told her who I supported she gave me a big kiss;
"Me too!"

   I was dubious but within minutes we were chatting about our shared love;
not the most fancied of football teams but one we were both passionate
about.  We talked about the current season, just about to end, and how we'd
saved ourselves from relegation for another year then our dreams for the
next one.

   "Ok Ben so here's the deal." She stated finally.  Your turn to have fun
with me!  If you can give me a real climax then like you, I'll say we're
even.  Deal?"

   "Frankly I'm no super-stud so it's not gonna' happen but I'll give it my
best shot!" I grinned.

   "I never said you were but who knows?" She teased.

   I began with kisses, all over, then kissed her neck and ears until she
was squirming and asking me to stop which gave me an idea.  I picked up the
handcuffs but she said no to which I suggested that was unfair.

   "Look Ben I really, really like you but one night isn't enough to trust
you.  I'm a prostitute, which means I do things like that to clients but
without some form of safety net I won't let someone do it to me."

   "Safety net?"

   "Natalie and Darren wait next door."

   "Err, is he you pimp?" I asked and received a rather vicious slap, it
was meant.

   "No!" She looked at me then muttered sorry.  "Look Ben you have to
understand that the sex trade is not a nice industry to be in.  Ninety
percent of the girls involved are either drug users, illegal immigrants
forced to do the work or starving so they don't have any alternatives.  A
few of us are lucky to not be in that category." She paused.  And seeing I
was expecting an answer she continued:

   "I drifted into it by accident and once I'd sold my body a couple of
times I sort of took it up as a profession.  I don't have a pimp, choose
how and when it happens and have friends I can really trust."

   "Look I'm sorry." I apologised.  "I'll go and you can have the money."

   "Oh no!  A bets a bet!  You do your best and see where it leads." She
looked almost comical standing hands on hips in front of me goading me into
having further sex with her and I couldn't help but smile.

   So I began once more and before long I was licking her sex again which
seemed to bring some enjoyment to her even if it was clear she wasn't about
to climax anytime soon.  I then worked my way back up and was rewarded with
a kiss then she whispered for me to enter her.

   "I need a condom." I told her but she told me that this time I didn't
and when I hesitated she added.  "Not if you don't want to." It was almost
an apology which made me feel guilty for stopping so I entered her and made
love slowly for some time.

   Although I was still hard I wasn't that close so it took nearly twenty
minutes before I could feel the `sap rising'.  "Cum in me." She stated
again only this time she made no attempt to pull away and held me close as
I climaxed.  She gave a little groan as I finished then kissed me several
times.

   "Well Ben.  I had three climaxes."

   "Liar!" I responded honestly.  "You didn't have one."

   "Not everything is like the movies.  I had three including one when you
came inside me."

   "That's lovely of you to..."

   "No Ben!  I really did, genuinely.  Look I do climax with clients
sometimes and strange though it might seem I have leant to keep them
private as I don't really want them to know when I really do.  I fake
loads, you know the loud: `Oh, Yes OH My God!' ones" She simulated.

   "OK.  But keep the money.  It was the best evening ever."

   "I was guessing you would say that." She smiled.  "Tell you what I'll
do. You take my address and phone number then come back next week and we'll
have a rematch then we can decide how to share the money!" I laughed at
this.

   Of course I did so and again the week after and on.  After six months of
great sex it finally dawned on me that I was spending money with her
admittedly not often and although it didn't feel like it I had actually
become a client by stealth.

   She had been clever never asking for money and sometimes insisting I not
pay her.  Also Kim was truly gifted and always made me feel wonderful every
single time, although I should have felt differently I was happy to pay her
for great sex even now I'd finally accepted it was just her job.

   It was therefore a big surprise when I told her I was moving for work
and she cried then asked me not to go.  I told her gently that I had to
then added it had been nice.  She then slapped me again.

   "Nice!" She spat.  "I love you, you bloody fool and all you can say is
nice!" I think she would have stormed out but I caught her and on impulse I
kissed her.  She stopped then responded briefly, her tears were falling
freely which was very confusing.

   "But why would you?" I asked.  "Look I guess I feel for you as well but
I've always known what you do and you have to play the game, nice though it
was...  wonderful thought it was." I corrected.  "I'm just an average
school teacher and while I wanted it to be more I know this was business,
well thought it was...  for you at least." I finished disjointedly, her
expression still a mixture of hurt and anger.

   "And you're the man I fell for the moment I met you!" She stated.

   "It's true!" This came from Natalie who had come to investigate the
raised voices and her friend's crying.

   "So why didn't you tell me?"

   "I did.  I really did, probably a thousand times but you didn't hear me.
Well you did but I guess you thought it was just an act.  A hooker playing
a game."

   "And the money?"

   "The money!" Natalie laughed.  "How much have you exchanged with Kim
these past months?  Probably three hundred which I believe has gone back
and forth as she's insisted on paying you sometimes desperate to keep the
game going so you'd come back." This was true, in all I'd probably spent
less than I would have if we'd been going out for dinner or to clubs these
past months.  "We earn fifty to a hundred in fifteen minutes."

   Natalie had moved further into the room and I could see the intensity in
her eyes.  "Ben she loves you.  She has cried on my shoulder about you too
many times to count: Asking how she could make you realise just how much
she feels for you or crying when she's tried again and you clearly haven't
believed her."

   I was floored.  I did, I guess, love her as well.  No that was wrong of
course I loved her but for the sex and companionship, because we'd never
been out on a date.  Then I had a thought.

   "Ok this is what we can do.  I've handed in a terms notice which means I
don't start the new school until next term.  I have fourteen weeks until
I'm gone and during that time I'm looking for new digs that I can rent.  My
new post is head of year which is a promotion so I'm hoping to buy
somewhere eventually.  I wanted to mention this when I applied but couldn't
face it because, well frankly I thought you be totally indifferent to it."
I took a deep breath and ploughed on.

   "For the next three months we can date.  I know you, yet don't.  My
friends know I've been seeing you but have no idea why they've never met
you apart from that first time.  So here's the deal.  We date, meet my
friends and yours as well.  Then if we really are in love which we seem to
be, you can move with me." Kim's face was too complex to read but then it
fell and I knew this wasn't going to work.

   "What's wrong?  You don't want to date?  Or is it..."

   "I can't just leave.  I have a business.  I know you won't understand
but I earn over seventy thousand a year and I can't just give that up.  In
fact I don't want to.  I'm not some fallen woman that requires saving.  I
do truly love you but I don't feel guilty about my profession and don't
want to stop doing what I'm good at." She looked at me sadly.

   "OK!" I blurted.  I felt myself shaking now.  "Then I'll find a place a
little closer and you work here then come home when you're done...  Oh I
forgot you need to spend the night with clients." I finished lamely.

   "No I don't but I work evenings and weekends, often very late and you
work days.  We need to live here if anywhere.  As you know we have two
spare rooms although Darren uses one rather a lot.  If we take one and I
make this my office." She could see I was unhappy about this.  "Your job,
is how far away?"

   "Fifty plus miles.  Over an hour and a half away." I was crestfallen but
it seemed that my expression spurred her on; she now believed I really
wanted her, which I did.

   "OK.  The deal:" She began in a businesslike way.  "We live here but you
still rent a flat closer to where you work.  Since I'm usually busiest on
Friday and Saturday nights but often free during the day we can still do
things at weekends.  How about you commute from here on a Monday, a pain I
know, but Tuesday night you go to your flat and spend the rest of the week
there coming home either Friday night or Saturday morning.  I'll take a
couple of evenings off a week and can come to visit you!" Her eyes were
bright as she spoke.  "Maybe a Tuesday evening and all day Wednesday..."

   "Won't work." Natalie stated shaking her head.  "You see those army guys
mostly Wednesdays."

   "True but it doesn't have to be fixed, I'll come over on different days;
in fact it might be better that way.  What do you think?" She wiped her
eyes on her sleeve smudging her makeup further and looking at me
beseechingly.

   "Sounds great but we have to date first." Her face clouded so I pressed
on again.  "I'm really worried you will quickly realise that I'm nothing
but a boring teacher obsessed with grades, SATs and little else!  The last
thing I want to happen is for you to have to endure months with me before
having to find a way out."

   "You are such an arse!" She stated hands on hips.  "I know I love you
dummy."

   "I don't think you're an arse." Natalie contradicted.  "and I think
dating is a great idea!"

   Kim looked at her, then me and shrugged.  "OK, but it'll have to be
weekdays and we need ground rules!"

   "God you sound like my mother!" Natalie joked.

   "Ground Rules!" Kim emphasised.  "If I have clients then they come first
so I'll cancel dates at short notice if I need to..."

   "That's not fair.  I have to have some commitment!" I stated.

   "He's right!" Natalie chipped in again.

   "You can shut up for a start!" Kim chided.  "Clients are money.  I'm not
going to be an apologist for what I do.  I didn't start this because I had
to; I make good money, enjoy it quite a lot and as long as you can accept
that then we'll be fine."

   "But they can't always come first."

   OK, not always but I'm not going to turn down good work or regulars."
She paused and looked at me.  "Can you handle this?  I mean your girlfriend
will be screwing blokes day and night..."

   "Kim!  Don't be cruel!  You love him!  How many night have I endured you
whining on about how you miss him.  He's just told you he loves you, so
please don't go ruining it before you've had a chance to see if it will
work."

   "I'm just saying it like it is." She stated but she looked down at her
shoes guiltily.

   "She has a point though." I agreed.  "I'm cool about it at the moment
because I've always thought the feelings were one way but if we do get any
closer I'm not certain how I will respond."

   She moved to me and I stared into her puffy eyes.  "Sorry!  That was
cruel, petty and hurtful.  But you will have to be comfortable with it
though..." I kissed her to shut her up and she responded.

   "Rules." She continued.  "I'm a prostitute and that's my job.  If your
friends ask me what I do I don't want to lie, I'll stretch the truth
however maybe I can say I'm a home worker." She looked at me but seeing how
I wasn't ready to agree or disagree she carried on.

   "I won't have sex with any of your friends, not even for money and not
even if you ask me to.  Frankly if you did ask I think we would be finished
anyway.  Your family are different as they will want more information about
what I do so we'll need to work that out.  I hate lying and I will be
really awkward having this elephant in the room whenever we talk about
work."

   "We can sort that out when the time comes." I offered and she gave me a
kiss by way of agreement.

   "I'm not your toy.  That means I might very well have sex all day as
part of my work but not want it from you.  It's different you see and I
don't expect to be treated as a whore in the bedroom unless I suggest it."

   "Not very fair." Natalie interjected.

   "You have no say in this!" She hit back but I could tell she wasn't
asking her to leave; it was as if she wanted a witness to the agreement. 
"I want to be a proper girlfriend, which means I will dress nice and make
you proud of me so I'm not going to strut about in tiny skirts or slutty
clothes.  Strange as it sounds I'm a prostitute but not a slut if you can
understand the difference?"

   I could and gave her a confirming squeeze.

   "If we bump into one of my clients we act as if we don't know them even
if we do.  No dialogue at all just walk away, most times they will be too
embarrassed anyway.  We pay evenly for everything except the apartments;
this is mine the other will be yours.  Oh, and most important of all, no
fucking Natalie unless I say so!"

   She was smiling at this because we'd included her in a couple of other
evenings besides the first one.  Natalie shook her head.  "Not fair, I like
him as well, maybe not as much as you but when you're busy and I'm not I
want to have some company..."

   "Phone Darren." Kim stated still smiling.

   "OK.  Sorry Ben." Natalie apologised.

   "OK with that?" She asked.

   "What about my rules?"

   "Your rules?" She paused and looked at me unsure what I was about to
say. "So what are they?"

   "I don't want to lie to your friends either but maybe you can say I'm
just a part time gigolo or something.  I won't dress in a mortar board or
old teaching gowns just ordinary clothes." She giggled as did Natalie. 
"And being serious I won't lie about you at all.  If you are happy for
people to know what you do then so am I although my sister will freak when
we tell her, let alone what my mother will say but I don't care."

   With that we kissed.

   Our first `date' was a little strange.  We went for a drink then sat
silently for about three minutes before we locked eyes and burst our
laughing.  I guess we realised we knew virtually nothing of one another so
it felt like we were teenagers dating.

   "You first." I asked as she sipped her wine.

   "OK.  What does your father do for a living?" She opened.

   I grinned.  "My father?  What kind of question is that?  He works for a
design company but not as a designer.  He did it at university but got into
marketing so helps sell the business.  My mother works for a bank, back
office stuff.  Yours?"

   "My mother is a housewife and my father runs a small manufacturing plant
for a larger company, don't ask who because I can't remember, if I've ever
known.  I've got a brother and a sister.  Brother married with two kids and
he's also in banking as is his wife." She checked to see if I was still
awake.

   "Sister has an even more chequered history than me.  Had an affair with
a married man, got married, not to him, then divorced and now has a child,
father unknown!"

   "Unknown?" I asked confused.

   "She was partying a bit too much after the divorce and had a few one
nighters." She explained.  "Your turn again."

   "My sister is single, works for a chemical company doing err... 
something!  Between boyfriends at the moment, is a really nice person and
will die when she finds out what you do!"

   "So that's families.  What about best friends.  You know mine; in fact
you've slept with her several times!"

   "Unfair!  You made me!  So where did you meet?"

   Kim looked at me and hesitated.  This was the truth about a
relationship, if it was a true deep rooted friendship we needed to know all
about one another.

   "Natalie is my sort of cousin.  My Mother's sister, Aunt Joan's
step-daughter.  She ran away from home almost six years ago and came to me
about seven months later when she was in trouble.  I took her in and we
became firm friends almost immediately." She smiled as she recalled events.

   "She'd been forced to begin to offer herself by a boyfriend who was
nothing more than a pimp but she got pregnant and somehow found her way to
me.  Thing was she had no idea we were in the same industry.  Anyway after
the abortion she stayed with me and since I'd admitted what I did to her
when she arrived she asked to work with me."

   "So how long have you been doing it?"

   "I'm twenty seven this year which will be the eighth anniversary of my
first paying client.  I had sex for money on my nineteenth birthday.  I
sort of drifted into it after that."

   "I don't understand?  How do you drift into it?"

   "Well the first time I was in a hotel...  actually I need to go back two
weeks." She paused.  "I went to a hotel to meet a friend from out of town
and while I waited in the bar I was approached by a man who eventually
asked me how much.  You see I was dressed for clubbing, perhaps upmarket
clubbing I should say with a very short dress on plus stockings and heels
but it was so outrageous yet very hot to think this business man wanted to
pay me for sex.  I said no then when my friend arrived we shot out."

   "Must have been worrying as well." I stated.

   "It was just hot and we laughed about it then my friend said you should
have asked how much.  I said why and she answered that for the right price
she would have given him an hour of her time.  To cut this short, I
actually felt she was sort of right so I went back the next week alone but
nothing happened only I got bolder and the week after, my birthday when
another guy approached me I played it cool until he offered me £150 to go
to his room."

   "And you didn't have second thoughts?"

   "Actually no.  I was single quite sexual and thought what the hell it
might be fun!"

   "Was it?"

   "Hell yes!  I came loads when we did it and he gave me a 50 quid tip. 
So I thought here we go this is easy money and I went back three times that
week until I got another hit in fact.  Only this time I noticed the hotel
staff eyeing me up so decided to change venues.  I was soon travelling
about town finding places I might get noticed only it's not as easy as I
thought.  Still I earned over fifteen hundred pounds in less than a months
and I decided to drop out of college and become a full time whore." I
raised an eyebrow at her expression but she batted it away.

   "Ben that's what I am!  Anyway I moved to another town and since it was
much bigger I was soon able to move around half a dozen places getting
clients.  Only of course slowly one at a time they sussed me and I was
barred.  That's when I discovered the beauty of advertising.  Local paper
at first then the internet and then I decided to move here to a really big
place where I had plenty of places to visit and after about a year I had
regulars too although I did work in a brothel for a while as well.  Took
quite a while to really become self sufficient but now I have a more subtle
approach..."

   "As I witnessed!"

   "True.  Actually it works really well although the bondage thing with
you was my peculiar was of making it clear I liked you, only of course to
me not you!  Don't do that usually except to regulars.  When Natalie joined
me I was already working seven days a week if I wanted so I was happy to
begin to share the load.  You'll be surprised how many clients I get via
the internet each week!"

   "Isn't it a little hazardous at times?  I mean it's a risky business and
bloody dangerous!"

   "I've been ok for a long time, I know how to handle problem situations
as does Natalie.  It's not risk free but what is?  I have been reasonably
careful with condoms so never caught anything.  Only had two violent
punters in eight years; the first which was in my second year hit me then
left without paying which scared me at first but I moved shortly after that
so felt safe again while the second got nasty one night however I was able
to talk him around and even gave him a free-bee just to get him out. 
Strange thing is I wasn't scared at all that time because I knew the game."

   "And you feel you can cope if things get nasty now?"

   "Within reason.  Both Natalie and I have been raped.  That is to say
we've got into situations where we were in danger unless we put out.  I'm a
prostitute so what's another fuck or three?" She sounded harsh then looked
at my sad face and kissed me.  "What I mean is I didn't want to have sex
but was dressed for it so decided sex with two men willingly rather than
under duress was preferable.  Same with Natalie a few times but as long as
you are relaxed with them and they don't think you are unwilling they
forget it started as rape and they let you go."

   "Wow.  You sure lay a lot on a guy on the first date?" I teased.

   "Second date mate!  Anyway I don't usually fuck a bloke for five months
between the first and second dates!  Excuse me." She drifted to the toilet
looking lovely and despite the small knot in my stomach knowing I was
falling hopelessly in love with a prostitute I was in heaven.

   She returned and gave me a smile then asked me if I wanted to take her
to my apartment which of course she'd never been to.  We left and went home
I introduced her to Mark my lodger who was instantly taken with Kim.  We
went in my room and then made love.  It was very strange but I felt
different and she admitted it as well.  After we'd made love we slept the
whole night together for just the third time only when we woke she remained
in bed as I got tea and toast.

   After that, with Natalie's help we dated twice a week and even went out
for dinner one Saturday evening despite the `loss of income' as Kim put it.
Then came the first big date: Her friends.

   They were the same crowd from bowling plus a girl called Richi and it
was actually much harder than I suspected.  They were all sex workers
either working in a couple of clubs or a brothel across town.  The clubs
were laptop and pole clubs so not all of them actually worked as
prostitutes but all did some `extras'.  Two women worked at both the pole
club and the brothel with Richi working solely in the brothel.

   I discovered Kim had worked in the same brothel two days a week for the
first eighteen months of her time in the town and as little as a year ago
she still did sessions `to help out' when they were short of good women.

   Most of the women had a loathing for men, that is to say clients which
put me in a spot until Kim admitted she'd had to seduce me and then (I
could have jumped up and kissed her for this) she told then she'd even paid
me a few times.  This got them wondering (no I'm not huge but this was my
girlfriend being lovely) and it finally broke the ice.

   After chatting about relatively normal stuff they girls began to get
wasted and a couple began to hit on me in very unsubtle ways.  I leaned
over to Kim who was enjoying my slight discomfort and whispered: "Ground
Rules; I don't sleep with your friends except maybe Natalie!" She laughed
then shrugged.

   "What can I do?" She acted helpless.

   "OK then." I said so everyone could hear and began kissing one of the
girls who had been flirting with me.  Actually it worked and Kim got up and
forced the other girl to swap places.

   "Point taken!" She stated to the group in general.  "Keep off my man!"

   The rest of the night was good, if a little raucous and it was a real
ego boost to be in a club with six women all dressed up (and three looking
hotter than hot) who danced with me in turn and made everyone in the club
jealous.  When I left with Kim and Richi who deliberately made a big fuss
of me and made comments about threesomes as we passed groups of ogling men.
Richi was just getting a lift of course and once again I had Kim in my bed
where she remained even when I left for work.

   After that evening I became one of the gang.  I was accepted by the
girls, Darren who I'd met a few times at Kim's house before this, and even
the woman who ran the brothel who I think had been sold a line from Richi
and the others about me so thought I was some kind of stud.

   It was strange but my jokey comment to Kim about this seemed to ring
true, it was almost as if being a teacher would have caused as much of a
stir as being a hooker would to my friends but that was coming.

   It was actually my sister who we spoke to first.  She came over for a
meal and met Kim for the first time.  They hit it off as they chatted Kim
batted the `so what do you do' question away without actually giving an
answer.  Eventually halfway through the meal when Susan had asked it again
Kim looked at her and smiled.

   "Before I answer that I just want you to know we've been together for
months now and I love your brother with all my heart." She made Susan
actual gasp realising that from Kim's perspective at least this was the
real deal.  She looked at me and I added; "Both hopelessly in love!"

   "But that's so wonderful!"

   "Susan." Kim opened.  "I need to be honest with you and take some
advice. You see we are not just in love we are, well thinking of moving in
together only we don't know how your family will accept us."

   "Mum will love you.  I mean you are both so perfect together and I don't
think I've ever see two people more in love.  Sounds really corny but you
are glowing."

   Kim smiled.  "Which makes it harder."

   "Why?"

   "Please, Please don't hate me because I know how much your brother cares
for you and..." She paused.  "There is no easy way to say this so I'll come
to it..." She looked suitably upset when she said in a low voice.

   "I work in the sex industry." Susan blinked then for a second I thought
she was going to ask Kim to repeat it but then she said; "Ooh."

   She seemed to process this in stages before adding.  "When you say sex
industry do err...  you mean films and stuff or..." She stopped leaving it
unsaid.

   "I'm a prostitute." She stated simply.  "But here's the thing.  I like
being a prostitute, I'm good at it and I've been doing it for many years so
happy with my chosen profession.  What I am also is a woman who has fallen
in love with a wonderful man."

   Sue was in shock and clearly unable to quite get her head around it.

   "So how did you fall in love exactly?" There was now a tone but Kim was
used to accusations and aggression so kept calm.

   "We met bowling and I fell for him almost at once.  I told him what I
did but he still dated me and I fell in love with him although to be honest
I sort of fell for him the first evening we met.  I'm sorry, you now hate
me for being somebody unworthy of Ben's love or you think me heartless or
after something."

   "I...  actually I'm not sure what to think.  It doesn't seem likely that
a gorgeous woman like you who sells her body for sex would suddenly fall in
love with my brother, nice though he is!"

   "Why not?  He's witty, great to be with and of course we support the
same football team!" It was clear despite it all Kim had taken the sting
out of the situation and Susan was less hostile.

   "Look it's clear you are taken with each other but how can you love each
other?  I mean in the way other people can.  When you love another, part of
that love involves sacrifice, committing yourself to that one person but
you...  you still, I'm assuming it's still...  have sex with others, many
others, which is the opposite of this!"

   "Yes I do but you're wrong.  I've given my heart to Ben and him alone. I
have physical sex that's all but love only one man.  I have long ago
separated this out."

   "But when you have sex surly it's tainted as it's like hundreds of
others you've been with and are going to be with."

   "No actually it's different.  When I make love to Ben it's just that
making love.  He is the first and only man I've every done that with."

   Susan looked at me with a puzzled expression then really surprised me.

   "You better not hurt him or you'll regret it!" Kim looked quite
surprised as well.  "I love him and if you do too; please treat him right!"

   "I will, I promise!"

   After that we chatted about everyday things and it was clear Susan was
rather surprised just how normal Kim was given the revelation.  At the end
of the evening we sat with coffee then Susan sat back and studied us as we
sat on the sofa opposite.

   "Are you going to tell mum and dad?"

   "Yes" I replied.

   "No." Kim answered a moment later.  I turned to her and raised an
eyebrow.  "I've been thinking about it.  It's unfair to burden them with
such a revelation.  We can tell them I'm a trained masseuse and do mostly
home working."

   "But you said..."

   "I know but they are different.  Look Susan is struggling with this so
it's a certainty they won't cope.  I'm not even sure it's wise to tell your
brother."

   Susan interjected.  "I think you're right about mum and dad as well but
Kim it's up to you entirely only I wouldn't tell our brother either if you
don't have to!"

   I looked at her and smiled.  I knew then, Kim had won her over
completely.  It was strange but when she left she gave Kim a very special
hug and told her she was really happy for us and she meant it.

   My friends were a problem.  There were a few couples who we met either
for dinner or out for the evening and when the job came up Kim was strong
about being honest.  A few were shocked and a couple reacted badly but most
were really cool about it and in fact to my great surprise several made a
concerted effort to get to know her better accepting us as a couple without
question.

   My single friends were a little different but apart from a few casual
ones who were crude to the point of being objectionable it was ok.  In fact
looking back after the initial hiatus it ceased to be a topic of much
conversation as far as I was aware.

   Her parents were just as shocked, not because of her profession, they'd
known for the past five or six years, but the fact that she had a `proper'
boyfriend with a normal job.  Her brother was hardly speaking to her so it
mattered little but her sister was something else.  It was clear she wasn't
just happy for us she was dying for us to marry, not part of ours plans.

   My parents swallowed the masseuse lie and we settled down.  When I got
my flat Kim visited me regularly and even when we had a few rows she didn't
show the slightest inclination to call it off.  In fact one time we had a
blazing argument about nothing much and she stormed out leaving me to
regret what I'd said (nothing about her job that would have been unfair and
shown my love was paper thin).  I don't know why but I feared she might
call time on us however she was back within an hour and we made up big
time.

   Eventually after three years as head of year I moved back to a school
near to where Kim had her flat and we became a proper couple.  Now when I
say proper I mean living under the same roof and doing the normal things
only of course she still entertained clients several times a week in the
`other' bedroom.

   Last year we got married which was fantastic and just six weeks ago she
announced we are going to have a baby.  We are really lucky because Kim has
saved all her earnings since we shared the one apartment which means we
have nearly four hundred thousand in the bank plus we own the place
outright.  She hasn't ruled going back to her profession when she'd given
birth but she'd less inclined to.

   I should just add that Natalie finally quit the profession, with lots of
help from Kim, and I managed to persuade her to re-train as a teacher. 
Funny though it sounds, her years as a sex worker has given a good
understanding of human nature and a sympathetic heart.  She's working at a
local school but still has her old room and no I've not had sex with her
since Kim and I became a couple.