Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. As part of a new endeavor to endow its citizens with the skills and talents to compete in a global economy, the city embarked on a free psychological assessment of its inhabitants. To make the process much more objective and broad-ranging, psychology specialists were brought in from different parts of the world, unbiased and free of any pre-conceived notions. The Tuesday Foursome met eagerly the following Tuesday at Emily's home to open their envelopes. Emily's read, "Lion and Tiger Trainer" which fit in nicely with her passion and demeanor as a stern Head Mistress, highly esteemed for her training of senior girls, most of which could be labeled as "wild cats." Miriam's read simply "Ballerina" which caused some hilarity at the Tuesday Foursome until Kate reminded them how in school Miriam always had played the role of the dancer in school plays. Miriam had meekly added, "Yes, I had always wanted to be a dancer, but my breasts started getting in the way of my aspirations!" Claire's predictably read, "Artist au Naturelle" which fit in nicely with her penchant for photography and video, taking a natural course towards taking and amassing an amazing collection of pornographic art. It was Kate's turn. She opened her envelope and was surprised to see that it contained simply one word, "Hooker." All four women cheered happily and opened a bottle of champagne, with Emily leading the toast with, "To our new careers, girls!" All four women celebrated and toasted in good spirits. Kate noticed the time and realized it was getting late. She excused herself and walked out, hoping to walk to the nearest Tube station and take the train home. Scarcely had she walked a couple of blocks that a car stopped alongside. "Want a ride, honey?" Kate herself, to this day, is amazed how easily she replied, "Yes, thank you, kind sir!" She hopped in the car. Conversation started coming naturally to her. With a total stranger, she became chatty, easy talk flowing ceaselessly, friendly smiles adorning her pretty face. The young man suggested, "Would you like to go to a motel?" Again, to this day Kate is surprised how naturally her reply came, "Yes, I would very much like to. But I don't have much time, if that is OK with you." The young man took a change in direction, drove to a nearby motel, and checked in. He and Kate entered the room, and Kate promptly undressed. She was totally naked, in a cheap motel room, with a total stranger, and yet she felt completely at ease. She walked around, totally naked, taking off the bedspread, closing the shades, and turning on the radio. For Kate this seemed so normal and so matter-of-course, and yet the reader must understand how different it was from the "old" Kate. At home, Kate was almost ashamed of having her husband see her even slightly undressed. Kate would go into the bathroom to take off her clothes, put on her pajamas, and cover herself in a bathrobe before coming out to go to bed at night. She always slept in her pajamas or nightgown. And on the very rare occasions her husband had [a very long time ago] wanted to copulate with her, it was always in the dark, under the bed sheets, taking off her knickers for exactly as long as it took him to finish her business. She would quickly rush to the bathroom, wash up, and return to bed fully covered. And yet, here she was, for the first time, with a total stranger, parading about in the nude just as if she was alone with the Tuesday Foursome, not a worry on her mind! They fucked. Or better, yet, Kate fucked the young man royally, putting on display all the techniques she had learned by watching the videos and pictures Claire would bring on Tuesday nights. For the finale, she and the young man got into a 69, with Kate's THUNDER THIGHS firmly around the man's neck while they both devoured one another for a final, grand oral orgasm When they got dressed and the man handed Kate a 50-pound note, she laughed. She had enjoyed herself so much! She had completely forgotten what her role had been! And so, for a fortnight, Kate trolled the streets. She fucked men from all walks of life, of all ages, of widely varying penile sizes, lengths and girths. One Sunday, the local newspaper published an entire section with the results of the city's endeavour. The editors clearly stated, "In the interest of serving the public needs, we are publishing the entire roster. Thus, our citizens can give preferential employment opportunities to our neighbors with specific skills. Home with leaky faucets can call natural plumbers; aspiring acrobats can hire retired circus performers; and the like." Halfway down the page, with address and home phone number, "Kate R. - Hooker." Well, the phone did not stop ringing in Kate's home! "Hello? Is this Kate? My husband has completely lost all sexual drive. Perhaps in the hands of a professional like you, you know, you could reawaken it?" "Yes, with pleasure. My standard fee is 50 pounds for half an hour or fraction thereof." "Hello, Kate? I fear my husband is cheating on me with a bimbo secretary at the office. Maybe, I was thinking, a professional like you can show him a real good time, get her off his mind and he will come back to me?" "Yes, with pleasure. My standard fee is 50 pounds for half an hour or fraction thereof." A whispered voice, "Hello, Kate. I am a closet cross-dresser but my wife would kill me if she found out. Can I do it with you?" "Yes, with pleasure. My standard fee is 50 pounds for half an hour or fraction thereof." A man with a deep, commanding voice, "Is this Kate? It is not for me. My son just turned of age and will be joining the Royal Marines next week. I thought maybe you could teach him about the birds and the bees before he goes off to training camp? "Yes, with pleasure. My standard fee is 50 pounds for half an hour or fraction thereof." Kate was doing a booming business. Everywhere she went, people would recognize her and say hello to her. In line at the butcher shop, an elderly woman approached her and thanked her for saving her marriage. At the theater, a very distinguished gentleman stood, tipped his hat, and offered her his front-row, center seat The local school asked her to come in one day and talk to the senior girls on Career Day. During the day, Kate was making house calls to perform her duties as a family hooker. At night, she continued to troll the streets and motorways. She loved her job! As the saying goes, "Enjoy your work, and you will never work a day in your life." At the large department store, her boss gave her a raise and a generous bonus. "Kate, I know you are only working part-time, tending to your personal affairs. But since you started your own business, customers flock to our store to meet you. Sales have never been so good. Please do not even consider ever leaving us!" The most surprising visit was that of that of the Auditing Inspector of Her Majesty's Inland Revenue. He was perfectly satisfied that Kate kept meticulous records of all revenue, easily figured in multiples of 50 pounds. But then he added, "Miss Kate, you could save substantially on revenue taxes if you were to set yourself up as a business. You could deduct your professional expenses such as grooming, cosmetics, business attire, and the like. The only thing is that you would need to have three employees to qualify as a bona fide business. And you could work from home, thus deducting 50% of your mortgage and utilities as a business expense." Kate arranged to have the guest bedroom re-decorated as a brothel, using the newspaper's listings of carpenter, carpet layer, painter, lighting specialists. She fixed up the guest bathroom for the kinkier types, using the newspaper's listing of plumbers, tillers, and caulkers. That was easy. Three employees? Well, Kate herself was one. She approached Claire and offered her a part-time job as photographer. Claire accepted immediately. The third? For weeks Kate racked her brains thinking of who the third employee might be. Late one night she called the Her Majesty's Inland Revenue Auditing Inspector. "Sorry to bother you at home, and so late at night, Inspector, but I haven't a clue." He laughed, "Miss Kate, I thought it should have been so obvious: your husband!" Silly Kate! She had been sleeping in the same bed with this man for years and never thought of hiring him. "Inspector, I am so sorry to have bothered you, but thanks for your idea. Thanks and good night, sir." James, who had been a good employee but just that, quit his day job and came to work for his wife. He was in charge of scheduling her multiple appointments, of collecting and depositing the cash payments, and of keeping the books. In addition, he would welcome the customers as they walked in, made them comfortable in the living room, and offered them tea while they waited. His most important role, as any student of retail merchandising knows, is to project a pleasant demeanor when the customer has paid and is about to leave. Kate trained him and repeated over and over again the lesson. Escort the customer to the door, hand him his umbrella and coat. Cheerfully tell the customer, "Thank you, sir, for fucking my wife. I hope you had a pleasant experience and I look forward to seeing you again!" All was going extremely well, financially, sexually, and even socially for Kate. That is until Emily returned from a long overseas trip. She had been abroad teaching and training senior girls around the globe the pillars of British discipline: compliance, submission, creativity. Upon her return, she was aghast to see Kate's enterprise. Immediately, she set about to turn it around. "Kate, what you are doing is not proper. You do not fuck other men in the guest bedroom. That is what you have a master bedroom with a matrimonial bed. It is not fair to your husband that he must stay downstairs whilst you are fucking other men. It is not cricket. He must be in the bedroom with you at all times. He has to see what you are doing, and what the men are doing with you. It is not nice that the customers must do all the work. That is what you have a husband for. Your husband has to be in charge of putting on the condoms of the other men before they fuck you. And he has to take them off when they are finished. You have many more important things on your hands than to be guiding the other men's cocks up your ass. That is your husband's job. And for crying out loud, Kate, stop running to the bidet every time immediately after the gentleman has finished fucking you and has departed. You are wasting water. That is what you have a husband for: to swallow their cum and lick you clean between tricks." Yes, Emily, as always the stern Head Mistress was correct. Her years of experience and her common sense in matters of sexual performance were invaluable. Kate lowered her head and nodded, "Yes, Head Mistress Emily." Emily smacked her derrière for good measure. Kate winced, "Thank you Head Mistress for being so kind to me. May I ask a question?" Emily smacked her again, "Yes, dear, you may ask me anything you wish." Kate asked, "Well, Claire is taking all the pictures, close-ups and videos. How can I share my success and largesse with Miriam?' Emily spanked her yet again, "Well, Kate, since Miriam's calling in life is Ballerina, we should let her perform in the living room while your customers are waiting their turn!" The Tuesday Foursome kissed and hugged. Emily was wonderfully clever! They would turn a new leaf in the morning. "No!" screamed Emily, "We will turn it starting NOW!!!" James cringed with terror. He had not told anyone. He had not understood what it meant when he got it form the city's psychological evaluation panel. Now he realized and was terrified. His envelope had read, "Professional Taster."