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 Archive name: whore.txt (MF, prost)
 Authors name: Kate
 Story title : Kate's Summer Job

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 Kate's Summer Job
 A true story by Kate (address anonymous)

 You might remember my story that was aired on 20/20
 last fall. You know the segment on college girls who
 did some hooking on the side during summer break to
 make ends meet. I was the tall blonde one they called
 Shawna. The story they told was all hype and sound
 bites, so I decided to tell my story exactly how it
 really happened. It's true and I have absolutely no
 regrets.

                         ***

 I was a sophomore in college, 19 years old and terribly
 broke. My parents thought college was a waste of time,
 not worth helping me out financially with and my grades
 weren't high enough to get a full scholarship. I worked
 during the school year as a cocktail waitress at a
 local dive bar.  Smoky, with rude male clientele, lousy
 wages and crappy tips, I despised my job. Paying the
 rent every month was a struggle and I dreaded tuition
 time.

 The week of finals I decided to try to find a lucrative
 summer job, hopefully earning enough money to return to
 college the next quarter.  I sent in applications to
 practically every employment ad in the local paper as
 well as some out of state opportunities.  No reply, I
 just wasn't qualified to do anything other than wait
 tables and serve drinks; I didn't even type well enough
 to be a secretary!

 After my last final, I headed off the college campus
 and straight to the dank den that was my workplace.  I
 shuffled about from table to table, distracted by
 gloomy thoughts of my future.  One booth was filled
 with five really rough old boys.  Grizzled and already
 drunk (at 4pm) they were obviously dock workers.  I
 grimaced at the slaps on my ass and off color remarks
 as I brought them round after round of Budweiser. They
 were laughing uproariously at one of the men's stories
 about his recent trip to a Nevada whorehouses.

 My ears perked up when he complained about the sky-high
 rate that hookers were charging.  "Why those nasty two
 bit whores get ya for $250 just ta suck ya off!" he
 exclaimed as the other men nudged and grinned at each
 other. "Another god dammed $500 for some pussy!"

 I wandered away from the booth, the numbers $250 and
 $500 echoing in my head.  I barely made $200 a week,
 working full time in this dive!  The bar filled up with
 the after work rush and I forgot the conversation as I
 rushed about the stinky place.

 Back home that evening I was brushing my hair out in
 front of the mirror when I remembered the dock workers
 conversation.  $500?  It sounded like so much money! I
 dropped my towel and looked critically at my young
 body.  I did have pretty big breasts, almost a full D
 cup and I kept trim with lots of hours in the school
 gym.

 I wondered if men would really pay $500 to have sex
 with me.  I realized with horror that I was actually
 considering it!  What a totally insane idea, I mean I
 was going to college to be a journalist and here I was
 thinking about taking a summer job as a whore!

 Still, as crazy as it sounded the idea kept bouncing
 around in my mind.  I had no luck finding a job the
 next week and that left me with only one month, three
 weeks before my $3500 tuition was due.

 I curled up in bed late at night, depressed, expecting
 that my parents were right.  Might as well get married
 and have a bunch of screaming brats, just like my mom.

 My brain rebelled at the idea!  Once again the whole
 hooker idea surfaced.  I reached tentatively down
 between my legs and touched my pussy.  I had only had
 sex with two men before in my life.

 One in high school, a football player who had hurt me
 terribly as he took me in the back seat of his car. I
 was a scared virgin and just lay there, my legs propped
 up over the front seat while he pulled my panties
 aside, shoved a finger in my dry pussy and then spread-
 ing it, forced his dick into me.  I remember crying as
 he grunted and thrust in me.	It really hurt and I
 waited another two years before I let anyone else try
 it again.

 The second attempt was with a college English professor
 that I had a mad crush on. He courted me and eventually
 convinced me to meet him at a hotel.  He was gentle and
 spent a lot of time kissing and fingering my pussy.  It
 felt so good that I let him climb on top of me.  I was
 wet and he thoughtfully spread lots of lube on the
 condom so when his dick slide inside me, I felt almost
 no pain.  We had several sexual trysts before I dis-
 covered he was a married man with kids barely younger
 than I was!  Since then I had been on lots of dates but
 never let any of the guys get what they wanted.

 My fingers rubbed gently at my moist pussy lips.  I
 slipped one finger inside. I was so tight that I
 couldn't imagine letting lots of different men put
 their dicks in me.  But I really, really, really needed
 that money.  I decided to call one of the whorehouses
 in the morning, just to check it out. With that final
 though I fell asleep.

 The next day I must have picked up the phone and slam-
 med it back down a thousand times before I actually had
 the courage to place a call to a real Nevada whorehouse.
 I found a listing for them in the yellow pages, a big
 bold ad proclaiming that they were the "Best in the
 West!"

 One ring and a women's voice answered "Good afternoon,
 this is Western Paradise Ranch, how may I help you?"

 I sat paralyzed for a few seconds and then practically
 whispered "uh, I'm interested in employment..."

 "What type of employment?" she asked in a snooty tone.
 I lost my nerve and hung up.  After downing a coke, I
 returned to the yellow pages and scanned the adult
 entertainment section.  A small, humble ad caught my
 eye, "Good service and reasonable rates.  Cowboys
 welcome.  The Gold Mine," it proclaimed.  I took a
 deep steadying breath and dialed the phone number.

 "Yello, Gold Mine," said a gravely woman's voice with
 a strong western accent.

 "Um, hi," I nervously said.

 "Speak up honey," she growled "what can I do for
 y'all?"

 I worked up the nerve to say in my most professional
 voice "I was wondering if you might be hiring?" The
 woman cackled "sure am darlin, but ya'll know this here
 is a whorehouse?"

 "Um yes ma'am," I stammered. 

 "Well, one of our girls done left us last week and we
 could use another to take her room.  We ain't got no
 use for hoity toity city gals, this is a working girls
 house.  We got us strict rules and plenty of clients
 that need taking care of.  Now if y'all is still
 interested, tell me what ya look like."

 I took another deep breath and replied, "I do under-
 stand that this is a serious position and I can assure
 you that I am a good worker.  Lots of men find me very
 attractive and I am sure that I could handle the job."

 The old woman began to laugh and said, "Honey, you
 sound like a nice enough gal and we'd be sure glad to
 have ya but we'll have to see if you can handle this
 type of work, sounds like ya ain't got no experience.
 Course, all the experience you need is to be a woman.
 Let me give you directions on how to get here."

 And with that my adventure was launched.  I spent
 another two days in deliberation, pacing my cramped
 apartment, wrestling with my morals. In the end, I
 decided to just drive out and take a look at the place;
 after all, I didn't have to stay.

 Five hours on a desert freeway and I was filled with
 nervous tension the whole damn way.  I finally found
 the turn off and headed up a dusty dirt road to a
 lavender colored, three-story house.  The thing looked
 like a classic old western bordello.  Hideous, peeling
 lavender paint and western flourishes made the place
 look like the set of a Clint Eastwood movie.  I climbed
 self consciously out of my old Honda and adjusted my
 matching, linen skirt suit. Filled with a sort of
 desperate resolve, I marched up the front porch and
 knocked on the thick oak door.

 It was flung open almost immediately and a short, fat
 older woman with a face like dried cowhide filled the
 entrance.  She looked me up and down before opening her
 mouth and displaying several gold teeth.  "Mornin
 darlin, either you're the new gal or one of those damn
 government inspectors."

 "I'm the new girl, I spoke with you on the phone
 several days ago." I said in my brightest tone while
 flashing a phony smile.  My heart was jumping in my
 chest like a psychotic grasshopper.

 "Well, let me show ya around and then ya can get
 settled in. The gals all call me Mamma Betty."

 Mamma Betty waddled down the hall in jeans around five
 sizes too small and a faded purple blouse stretched to
 its limit over enormous sagging breasts.  I noticed the
 thick burgundy carpet and antique wallpaper covered
 with gold-framed newspaper clippings from the early
 1900's. Burgundy, plush purples, velvet, gild and oak
 overwhelmed every inch of the house.  It looked like
 an overzealous interior design student had been told
 to decorate a real old western whorehouse and to make
 it look as much as possible like a den of sin.  Oddly
 enough there were also little ceramic pig statues
 crammed onto every surface.

 We entered a large room, sort of a main lounge. Several
 bored looking women were draped on various couches,
 most of them in curlers and bathrobes. "Listen up
 ladies, this here is the new gal, y'all be damn nice to
 her till she gets broke in ya hear!" Mamma Betty
 growled at the disinterested whores.

 One of the women, a thin platinum blond in her mid-
 thirties, gave me a once over and said, "You don't
 look like you've got experience, what'd your husband
 kick you out or your daddy?" She daid before giving a
 harsh laugh.

 "Actually I'm a student and this is my summer job," I
 replied trying not to run out of the house in sheer
 panic.

 "Well, good luck little miss brains, hope you can
 handle your share of the work," She sneered before
 lighting up a menthol cigarette.

 Mamma Betty ushered me through the rest of the house
 which read just like a bad western novel.  Tacky décor
 and seven whores.  Only two were pretty, the rest
 looked hard and old.  I was definitely the youngest
 one in the place. She led me up a set of wide stairs
 and guided me through a door, into what was to be my
 room.  It was decorated in the same theme as the rest
 of the house and featured a huge, four poster bed
 which took up the majority of the room.  Mamma Betty
 flopped down on the side of the bed and patted it with
 satisfaction.  "Well gal, this here's your office. Why
 don't ya go get yer stuff and make yerself at home.
 The gentlemen don't start rolling in till bout 9pm."

 I walked out to my car in a daze.  I couldn't believe
 I was going through with this.  The surrealism of the
 house and its occupants helped me to calmly move my
 measly belongings into the room as though becoming a
 whore was something I did every day.  I discovered all
 kinds of odd things in the room.  Dildos, flavored
 lubricants, handcuffs on the bedposts, and other things
 I wasn't sure what they were used for.

 Mamma Betty called me down and explained to me the
 "rules" of the house.  I was given a list of rates for
 various services, for which I would receive 50% of the
 fee as well as room and board.  I was told that when
 men came, us girls would have to line up in the main
 lounge.  The men could then choose which girl they
 wanted and work out a deal for the price.  I would not
 be allowed to turn down any man that chose me unless I
 had had another engagement in the last twenty minutes.
 Since the house was touted as being the most "full
 service" brothel around, we were expected to perform
 all sex acts except for those that might cause per-
 manent injury or were illegal.

 Mamma Betty negotiated the price and the services for
 us, we only needed to perform.  She ran down a list of
 the type of requests that were common and when I
 blanched at some, she frowned.  She warned me that
 disobedience was not tolerated and I would be expected
 to enthusiastically participate in anything that the
 men wanted.

 I wasn't even sure what some of the sex acts she
 referred to were but I smiled and nodded like it was
 obvious.  Mamma Betty came right out and asked if I
 had ever had anal sex before.  My face turned bright
 pink and I shook my head no.  She told me that many
 of the clients would want that and I had better get
 used to it fast.  I just kept that phony smile
 plastered on my face as she droned on.  Finally she
 said, "That's just about all, if ya understand then
 go up to yer room and get a quick rest before its
 workin time.  Tonight bein Friday, we should see quite
 a bit of business." And slapping me on the ass, she
 strode off.

 I sat in my room in disbelief. In a few short hours I
 was going to let a man pay money and use my body to do
 whatever he wanted. I alternately paced the floor and
 sat on the bed, twisting my hands with a cold hard
 knot in my stomach.  At 7pm one of the girls brought
 me up some dinner and told me to start getting ready.
 Her name was Carol, one of the two pretty girls, and
 she gave me a sympathetic smile along with some quick
 advice, "Don't you worry, the first time is the
 hardest.  Why after that it's an easy way to make a
 good living!  It can even be fun."

 I was to scared to eat but I did take a shower and put
 on some scented lotion. I brushed out my hair and care-
 fully applied a bit of mascara and light lipstick. I
 wore my sexiest white lace panties and bra with a
 short, flowered sundress and strappy sandals.

 Mamma Betty pounded on my door and told me to come on
 downstairs. I took a final look at my self and almost
 fainted with apprehension.  The sundress showed off my
 tan, lean legs and cut low over my breasts.  I quickly
 put on a dab of a flowery perfume before opening the
 door and heading out to the stairs.

 I paused for a moment to collect myself and then walked
 down to the main lounge.  All the girls were already
 there, in sexy lingerie, most with breasts totally
 exposed!  They glanced at me and giggled.  They wore
 lots of makeup, big hair and stiletto type heels.
 Mamma Betty bustled up to me and said, "Never you mind
 them, ya look spectacular and I know you're gonna be a
 very popular gal with our clients.  Just sit down and
 wait, they'll be arrivin any time now."

 I slumped onto a nearby couch next to Carol and
 concentrated on staring at the floor.  Minutes passed,
 the cigarette smoke started to bother me.  Then the
 doorbell rang and I nearly jumped through the ceiling.

 Mamma Betty ushered in a man and snapping her fingers
 at us said, "Line up girls, don't make the nice gentle-
 man wait.  Lookie who it is, Mr. Jones back to pay us
 a visit!"

 The whores slowly roused themselves and moved into a
 loose line.  I could barely stand my knees were so
 weak but I managed to place myself in between the
 platinum blond, who glared daggers at me and
 sympathetic Carol.  Carol whispered to me "Don't
 smile at this guy, he is not a nice man.  We call him
 roughrider and none of us girls likes to get him!"
 This was far from reassuring.

 I slouched down and looked fixedly at the floor.  I
 did steal one glance at Mr. Jones.  He was a very
 large man, maybe 6'2 and around 280 pounds.  Big broad
 shoulders and heavy muscles nearly hid his massive beer
 gut.  He had a purple scar down one cheek, deep set
 eyes and a mean twist to his mouth.  He ran his eyes
 over the line of women like he was looking over ranch
 stock. "Who's the new girl," he growled in a low voice.

 Mamma Betty beckoned me forward and said, "Why just got
 her in today, ain't she a beauty!  I knew you would
 pick her, just yer type and fresh to boot!"  Mr. Jones
 took a step closer to me and I could smell the whiskey
 on his breath. "She is a pretty thing," he said, his
 cold eyes running up and down me. "Let's talk Betty and
 bring the girl."

 Mamma Betty and Mr. Jones headed out into the hallway.
 I followed, dragging my feet in silence.  Mamma Betty
 started to haggle with Mr. Jones about prices when
 suddenly he whirled around and grabbed me.  "I'm not
 striking no deal until I get a chance to sample the
 merchandise," he shot at her.  I started to struggle
 out of sheer reflex as he pressed me up against the
 wall. "Got some fight too, she really is new ain't
 she?" he muttered as he roughly hiked my dress up and
 fumbled between my legs.

 I gasped as his fingers found the edge of my panties
 and slid underneath them. He kicked my legs apart and
 pushed his forefinger deep into my pussy. I squirmed
 and started to cry as he twisted and plunged his finger
 deep into me.  Mamma Betty leaned over to give me a
 hard look, "You behave now gal! The man's only checking
 ya out!"

 "I'll take her Betty. Damn little wildcat ought a be
 fun and I wanna be the first man to bust her tight
 little pussy!" With that he reached with one hand into
 his pocket, handed Mamma Betty a wad of cash and grab-
 bing me by the arm, dragged me up the stairs.

 He pushed me through the door and onto my bed. I knew
 that this was what I had volunteered to do but reason
 left me and I fought like crazy as he got on top of me.
 He slapped me hard, stunning me into momentary submis-
 sion. "Now you listen here you little bitch. You're a
 whore and I am gonna fuck that little pussy of yours
 till ya scream! You understand me? I paid a hell of a
 lot of money and I'm gonna have my way with you. I
 don't mind roughen you up a bit so don't ya give me
 any trouble."

 He pulled off my dress and ripped away my bra. I lay
 still as he began mauling my breasts, squeezing them
 and pinching the nipples.  He was heavy on top of me
 and I could feel a huge hard bulge digging into my
 thigh. He started to suck on my nipples, biting them
 until they hurt.  His huge hands slid across my belly.
 One cupped my ass and the other delved under my panties
 and rasped across my pussy lips.  He pushed my thighs
 roughly apart and spitting on his finger, thrust it
 inside of me. I gasped again as I felt his thick,
 callused finger entering me.

 "It's gonna hurt you when I fuck you whore, your pussy
 is so tight that my finger barely fits." He said,
 grinning like crazy and working his finger harder.

 My gasps and moans of pain seemed to get him even more
 excited.  He reached over to the bedside drawers and
 pulled out a bottle of lubricant. Pouring a copious
 amount onto his hand, he held my legs firmly apart,
 pressed me down and plunged two fingers into my poor
 little pussy.  They slid in smoothly due to the lube
 but my cunt was stretched farther then ever before.
 The pressure made it bulge obscenely. He laughed at my
 distress and started to fuck me hard with his fat
 fingers.

 After a few moments, he got up to pull off his shirt
 and jeans.  He was a truly ugly man with scars and
 thick corded muscle all over his hairy body.  I stared
 at his massive cock in disbelief. It stood a full 10
 inches long and was at least three inches in diameter.
 He acknowledged my terrified look with an evil smirk
 and began to slowly stroke the huge thing while
 positioning him self over me.

 As his heavy belly rested on me, I felt the head of
 his giant dick nudge up between my legs.  He reached
 down and started to pull my panties off.  I went crazy
 and knew I had to get away before he put that thing in
 me. I screamed and punched him while struggling madly
 toward the edge of the bed.

 "Bitch!" he exclaimed, "Now I'm gonna teach you a
 lesson!"  He grabbed my arms and slapped my face while
 pinning me to the bed.  I didn't care, I just kept on
 squirming, kicking and screaming. He hit me several
 more times and gave my breasts vicious pinches.  One
 of his hands found my pussy again and he used his
 weight to hold me down while he jammed his fingers in
 me as hard as he could.  I screamed and tried to
 squirm away but he was too strong and too heavy.

 He painfully twisted both my arms behind my back and
 flipped me over onto my stomach.  I struggled help-
 lessly as he pulled aside my panties and spread my
 legs wide open.  I felt his hard cock press against my
 bare pussy lips.  Then he thrust forward and buried
 the head of his cock into my tight cunt.

 I screamed so loud that he put one hand over my mouth
 while pushing hard at my pussy. His cock went deeper
 in with each thrust and my pussy felt stretched beyond
 what I though was possible.  I was sure he was ripping
 me apart.  He let go of my mouth and used both hands
 to grasp my hips for leverage.  With one final rough
 thrust, his cock sank its entire length deep inside
 me.

 I was gasping for air as he rested his enormous bulk
 on my back, savoring the tightness of my cunt gripping
 his shaft.  I could feel every inch of his huge dick
 spreading my pussy wide, filling it and quivering
 inside me.

 "You like that bitch?  Beg me to fuck you." He growled
 in my ear. I whimpered and he ground his cock into me.
 "Say it now whore, beg me to fuck you hard!"

 "Please fuck me," I sobbed as he started sliding his
 long shaft in and out of my sore cunt.

 "Do you want it hard little whore?  Ask me, beg me
 now!" he grunted, pushing down on me hard.

 "Yes, yes," I groaned in pain. "fuck me hard."

 He began to pull his dick all the way out and then
 plunge it back in.  I was groaning and squirming as
 the head of his cock hit my womb with every thrust.
 Luckily the lubricant made his cock slide in and out
 smoothly and helped my inexperienced pussy stretch.

 He got a steady rhythm going and slammed me from behind
 with all his weight.  My pussy hurt terribly but the
 sesation of being completely filled sent warm thrills
 up my body.  I started to get really wet and his cock
 slid easily into me.  He was grunting and fucking me
 as hard as he could, fat belly smashing me to the bed
 and whiskey breath in my ear.  He wrapped one of his
 hands around my left tit and rolled my nipple between
 his harsh fingers.  His other hand slid between us and
 found its way between my ass cheeks.

 Then I felt his fingers smearing pussy juice around my
 asshole and then poking at its entrance.  I had never
 been touched there and tried to clamp my ass shut but
 the constant fucking and his weight left me spread
 open.  I froze in shock as one of his fingers violated
 me, pushing inside my ass, exploring the tight crevice.
 He kept on plunging his massive cock deep in me and
 planted a firm finger in my rectum.  Suddenly I came
 for the first time in my life from another's exertions!
 Shudders ran through my body, I moaned loudly and my
 pussy convulsed around the shaft embedded in it.

 "You liking this little whore? Feel that finger in your
 ass. I knew you were a nasty little bitch at heart.
 Now here's what your gonna do. I'm gonna lay back on
 the bed and your gonna get on top of me and fuck me
 however I tell you to until I cum!  Don't try any more
 of that wildcat stuff cause I'll just whup your ass
 and make you do it anyway."

 I nodded my head and moaned, and he pulled his dick
 out of me. I knew that it was no use fighting.  He
 rolled over on his back and guided me to kneel above
 his huge cock. He positioned it between my cunt lips
 and then told me sit down until it was all the way
 inside me.

 I slowly lowered myself onto him, feeling him slid
 inside my sore pussy, stretching it painfully out. He
 got impatient and grabbing my hips, pushed me all the
 way down. I gasped and spread my legs wider.

 Then I started to work up and down, impaling my cunt
 on his glistening shaft. He reached around me and
 shoved a finger roughly up my ass. I couldn't help
 cumming again as I moved up and down, my pussy filled
 with cock, my asshole crammed with a callused finger.
 My cunt muscles gripped his shaft and I felt it grow
 even thicker. Then he grabbed my hips and slammed him
 self deep into me as he came gushing into my swollen
 pussy.

 He rolled off me and got dressed.

 I lay curled up in a ball on the corner of the bed, my
 pussy throbbing. He threw a few hundred-dollar bills
 down next to me. "Here's an extra tip for ya honey.
 That was some damn good fucking and you can be sure
 I'll be coming back for more," and with that he strode
 out of the room.

 I lay perfectly still for a few minutes, then I reached
 down to gingerly touch my wet, sore pussy.  I felt a
 wave of pleasure as I let me fingers linger between my
 legs.  I knew that I should feel horribly violated or
 at least angry but I didn't.

 Instead I wanted it again! I wanted a man to fuck me
 as hard as he could; however he wanted. My whole body
 felt supercharged with pleasure and the lightest caress
 of my breasts or cunt made me shiver.

 To top it off, Mr. Jones had left a three hundred-
 dollar tip, which added to what Mamma Betty owed me
 would amount to $575, in less than an hour!  I cleaned
 up, straightened the bed and got pretty again.  Then I
 headed downstairs hoping to find another client
 waiting.

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 It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
 others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
 okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
 a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
 so take good care of it!
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