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This is my first effort at posting on A.S.S.M.  It is the first section of a
book that runs 26 chapters.  Whether or not the rest is posted depends on the
reaction  or lack of one to this effort.  Comments (of any kind) will be
appreciated.  Contact me at morg105829@aol.com.  Although this is
substantially more tame than many postings on A.S.S.M., the usual disclaimers
apply.  Permission is granted to repost, but only on non-commercial sites.
Please inform me if you do so.

"Kathy"
(c) 1991, 1998 by Morgan.

Book II

Chapter 4

   Kathy Smith stretched catlike on her bed.  As she did, she appeared older
than her eighteen years.  She had been at Julie's for as long as she could
remember.  Looking around the small room, she didn't much care for what she
saw.  Although the room was as clean as she could get it, in an over-100-year-
old house in Norfolk, that wasn't very clean.  She got up and inspected her
nude body in a mirror which was showing its age.  The silvering was smoked so
her reflection appeared fuzzy.  Other girls in the house admired her figure
which, they said, was like a dancer's.  That surprised Kathy because she
didn't get much exercise except in bed with the johns.  She looked herself
over and could find no blemishes.  Her breasts were beautifully shaped, with
small tip-tilted pink nipples.

   She looked down at her loins.  Her mound was hairless.  'God, pulling out
her pubic hairs one by one had been tedious and painful.'  One of the girls
had said that it was a good way to prevent crabs and reduce the chance of
venereal disease.  She had done it slowly.  She could still remember the pain,
sitting cross-legged on her bed, fighting the poor light, pulling the hairs
out by the roots.  Her mound was still smooth and hairless.  The men loved her
cunt.  They said it was made to be fucked.

   Kathy didn't have a bad life.  Julie liked her and gave her special
treatment.  She never worked the parlor downstairs.  She didn't fully
understand her own attitude.  It wasn't that she felt superior to the other
girls.  'I guess it's the meat-market aspect that gets to me,' she thought.
Girls sitting around in attire ranging from diaphanous shorty tops, to
negligees, to being naked from the waist up, or, with the redhead, Shirley,
from the waist down.  Shirley often appeared in a tight red sweater and red
mules.  Her red pubic hair was combed and brushed with as much care as she
devoted to her tresses.  Still, Kathy didn't like to see the johns handling
the tits of the girls, tweaking their nipples, jamming a finger   or a fist
up their cunts.  "Just trying you on, sister," one said.  Worst of all in
Kathy's view was the girls had to pretend to like it.  Maybe they did.  Most
of the girls would grab at the john's crotch to build up his ego.  They said
they got better tips.  At any rate, Kathy never had to do it.

   Perhaps it was because she looked so virginal in spite of having been a
prostitute for years.  Her body didn't show the wear and tear that she saw
every day on most of the other girls.  Kathy played a special rôle in the
house.  She was the house "virgin."  Once in a while Julie would dress her up
in a little-girl's dress for a special customer.  Usually it was an older man.
He would come into the room and Kathy would pretend to be terrified as he
slowly stripped off her clothes.  Then she would squeal as he placed his hand
on her breast and fondled a nipple.  She would pretend to draw away as he felt
her cunt and her firm bottom.  Before he finally entered her, she often had to
help while appearing to be trying to fight him off.  Kathy laughed to herself
remembering how difficult entry was for some of them.  Their biggest problem
was getting and maintaining an erection.  She couldn't go down on them which
always worked because it would give the game away.  After they spent inside
her she would break a small vial of chicken blood in her crotch to make it
appear the john had taken her maidenhead.  Although Julie never gave her any
money, she used to say that she had earned a bonus for her work.

   At least there was one thing she didn't need to worry about.  The doctor
who came regularly to inspect the girls had told her that she didn't need to
bother with birth control devices.  She could not become pregnant.  Kathy
couldn't remember the explanation he gave her but he had seemed certain and,
unlike many of the other girls, she had never been pregnant. 
   Kathy didn't know who owned the house.  At first she thought it was
Julie's, but one of the other girls said she just managed it "for a man
downtown."  Once a month Julie would put on her best dress and take a taxi
downtown to report the month's results.  Kathy smiled to herself, thinking of
some of the lines about whores she had heard.  "The only profession where you
start at the top and work down."  "Spread your legs and let the johns put
money in your twat."  Julie took special care with Kathy.  She wore no makeup
in contrast to the pounds of it that some of the other girls wore.
Occasionally, she put on a little lipstick, and occasionally lightly rouged
her nipples and her pubic lips.  When she did, she was very careful to be sure
that it wasn't notice able.

   Kathy paced back and forth across her tiny room.  There was only room for
the bed, a wash stand and a tiny space that served as her closet.  She had
hung a curtain to hide the hooks and her negligible wardrobe.  Finally, there
was her dressing table and a chair.  It looked like what it was: a room in a
mid- level Norfolk whore house.  She stretched again.  'Today will be an easy
one.  It's Wednesday, and Sam Jenkins will be here soon.'  She glanced at the
clock and saw it was almost eleven.  Nevertheless, the house was still quiet
as the girls slept off their exertions of the night before.  Kathy left her
room and went down the back stairs looking for Ginny, the black maid.  She
found her and got clean sheets for her bed.  Ginny used to give her a hard
time about her foibles.  Changing the sheets once a week or so should be
plenty, Ginny said.  Julie had told her that because Kathy was a great
producer she was to give her whatever she wanted.  Returning to her room, she
stripped the bed and remade it with the clean sheets.  The rest of the room
was as neat and clean as Kathy could get it.

   She went down the hall to the bathroom.  As usual, it smelled of urine,
cheap perfume and body fluids.  It was an odor and a sight Kathy was now used
to, but still didn't like.  She climbed into the bathtub and tried to maneuver
what passed for a shower curtain to keep most of the water off the floor.
When she turned on the faucet the water started by running brown.  After
letting it run for a while and adjusting the temperature, she climbed in and
showered.  She carefully washed her hair   shoulder length, golden and wavy
which was her pride.  Stepping out of the tub, she dried her body and her hair
and returned to her room.  Still naked, she sat in front of her dressing table
and brushed her hair.  Next she took a pale rouge and delicately tinted her
nipples and her nether lips.  She didn't put on any lipstick.  Finally, she
reached under the dressing table top and retrieved a small bottle that she
kept taped there for safekeeping.  It was a bottle of Chanel No. 5 that Sam
had given her last Christmas.  She wore it only for him.  Now all ready, she
just sat in the chair waiting.

   Sam Jenkins was strange, but in a nice sort of way.  He was the oldest
customer who ever came to the house.  She guessed his age at around seventy.
He had taken an interest in Kathy a long time ago.  For quite awhile now, he
had had a standing reservation for Wednesday after noon.  Normally he arrived
at noon and stayed all afternoon.  The odd thing was that they never had sex.
He treated her like a granddaughter, sort of.  She grinned, thinking about it.
Grandfa thers don't usually spend their time with stark-naked granddaughters.
Usually they just talked.  Kathy gathered that Sam was a bachelor and a Navy
veteran of World War II.  She didn't have the slightest idea where his money
came from but he seemed to have enough.  He lived very simply, Kathy gathered.
Probably most of his money came to her.  She didn't know how much Sam paid
Julie for the Wednesday afternoons, but it wasn't cheap.  Julie handled all of
Kathy's arrange ments and handled all the money.  Sam always arrived wearing a
rather worn blue suit and a blue tie.  He was about the only customer who ever
wore a tie in the house except for the occasional officer in uniform who would
sneak in.  Mostly the officers came in civilian clothes. 
   Sometimes there were other things.  Once, Sam had asked her to sit on her
haunches at the foot of the bed with her hands forward on her knees.  Then he
took a long feather from his jacket and slowly ran it over her nipples.  He
delighted in the way they hardened up.  He then asked her to come closer,
still kneeling, and spread her legs wide.  He took the feather, and working
with both the feather and the quill, started to play with her slit.  He
searched for and found her tiny sentinel and teased it into life.  Kathy's
juices started to run but Sam wouldn't let her move.  It was exquisite torture
as her young body screamed for release of some kind.  She just continued
kneeling with the juices flowing slowly from her cunt, moaning softly.  He
caught a drop on a finger tip and licked it slowly and smiled.  Another time
he asked her sheepishly if he could touch her nipple.  He said she had the
most beautiful breasts he had ever seen.  It felt strange to have the work-
hardened finger touch her nipple in the gentlest possible way. 
   But mostly, they just talked.  Sam asked about her education.  She didn't
go to school, but Sam would bring her books to read.  Although she didn't know
it, they were all classics.  It was as if she was being tutored, but with the
tutor paying her.  She always read the books he brought her because he would
want to talk about them with her the next time he came.  The discussions were
fascinating because the books ranged from Herman Melville, to Adam Smith, to
The Federalist.  The most recent book was a copy of Shakespeare's Macbeth.

   Promptly at noon, there was a knock on her door and Sam let himself in.
Kathy was lying on her back on the bed with her hair carefully arranged on the
pillow.  Her right leg was raised to display its shapeliness, while her slit
was in full view the way she knew Sam liked it. 
   He smiled at her and closed the door.  Today he looked tired as he took off
his coat and carefully hung it on a hook in her closet.  Smiling at her, he
held out his arms.  This time was very different.  "Kathy, would you please
give me a kiss?" he asked. 
   Kathy hopped out of bed, ran to his arms and was surprised to find that she
was almost as tall as he was.  It was the first time she could remember
standing beside him.  Taking her into his arms, he gave her a tender kiss on
her lips.  As he kissed her she could feel the rough material of his suit on
her smooth skin.  Kathy was surprised.  Johns didn't kiss whores, but this
kiss was lovely.  It was exactly like a kiss one would share with a beloved
grandfather, utterly devoid of passion but full of love.  Sam sat down on the
chair while Kathy returned to her bed, knelt on it, sat back on her heels with
her back up straight and just looked at him. 
   "Kathy, I want you to know I love you."  Sam said very softly. 
   Hearing the words, Kathy felt a twinge of fear.  There had never been
anything like this before!  She didn't know what to say, so she just said what
she thought.  "I love you too, Sam." 
   "Kathy, what are you going to do when I'm gone?"  Kathy was scared.  Tears
started to form in her eyes.  She didn't know what to say.  "You seldom leave
the house, do you?" 
   "There's no place to go, and Julie doesn't like it very much when I do go
out." 
   "But the other girls do.  You don't have any clothes of your own, either,
do you?" 
   "The house is always warm, and I don't need clothes in my work.  I work on
my back, Sam.  I'm a prostitute.  All of my bodily openings are for sale at
different prices.  I have what I need.  Julie is good to me.  She keeps me
away from the rough stuff."  Kathy shuddered as she remembered how red-haired
Shirley had been out of action for days.  It was after that ape had paid to
have her tied up and suspended by her wrists so he could beat her with a dog
whip.  In her mind Kathy could still hear Shirley's screams as her body slowly
rotated, suspended by her wrists from the hook in the ceiling.  He beat her on
the thighs, on her ass cheeks and across her breasts, but she really screamed
when the john pulled out a handful of her glorious red pubic hair.  It was
expensive for him because he had to pay Julie a lot extra for the loss of
Shirley's services.  Her pubic hair had only just returned to normal.

   Kathy could vaguely understand the sadists.  The ones who really threw her
were the masoch ists.  There weren't many, but there were some.  They would
pay to be bound in leather with their genitals tied tightly.  During her
recovery, Shirley had the chance partially to get even by beating one of them
who was hanging suspended from the same ring to which she had been tied during
her torture.

   "You spend all of your time here naked, don't you?"

   Kathy looked at Sam puzzled.  She tried a grin and said it was her working
uniform.  "I don't work downstairs, you know, and there isn't anything to
bother getting dressed for." 
   They continued to talk.  Then the conversation swung around to Macbeth.  As
they talked, Sam would occasionally ask her to change her position so he could
look at her nude body from some other angle.  She wished he had the feather
with him again.  It had felt wonderful: sexy but passionless.  It was like
masturbating alone.

   About four o'clock, Sam got up to leave.  After putting on his coat he
turned to Kathy and asked plaintively, "Could you give me one more kiss?
Please?"  She went to his arms and he gathered her to him.  His coat was even
rougher on her tender skin than his suit had been.  Instead of kissing her on
the lips, though, he just hugged her closely.  Kathy was surprised at how
strong he was.  She felt a tear roll ing from his eye onto her cheek.  When
she looked up, he kissed her quickly but softly full on the lips, then let her
go and fled out the door.  Kathy heard him talking with Julie downstairs and
then heard the front door open and close again. 
   A few minutes later Julie came into the room and told her she wouldn't be
working the rest of the day.  "It's all paid for," she said, handing Kathy a
package.  "Sam asked me to give you this."  It was a book still in its
bookstore wrapping.  Because she had no storage space, she was able to keep
only one or two books around her room.  The others Sam took away when he gave
her a new title.  She unwrapped it and found that it was a copy of the Bible.
Lying on her bed she started to read.  Awhile later, she fell asleep.

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