Chapter 1: How it all began

Penelope Smith was a self made woman; she reached the higher stratus status with powerful influential friends in local and central government. It had been a long climb beginning as a sixteen year old with nothing but her looks. This strikingly blonde blue eyed size eight five foot seven young woman had been born out of wedlock.

Not that that mattered in the sixties, after all this was the era of free love, LSD and the flower people; even here in London England the influence of the Beatles, Woodstock and amoral new attitudes permeated in the clubs and disco's.

Her mother had been a shop girl; who had fallen for the glib tongue of her employer and several drinks and a few magic mushrooms later, had been technically raped. Of course she never reported the incident an extra fiver per week in her pay packet made sure she was taken care of, even when Penelope began to show.

So it was that Penelope can into the world, in a back street hotel in Brighton. All through her childhood her mother instilled in her a hatred of men, especially those in positions to use their money and power to destroy a woman's life. Every time Penelope tried to find out about her real father it led to bitter arguments and she always got nowhere.

I suppose it was only natural that she inherited her mother's good looks but what was not so natural was from the age of sixteen she had always had this burning itch between her legs. It was a feeling of unrest that only calmed and abated after she had played with herself or as she was apt to do later, fucked a cock or two.

Whether it was years of shame or just her mother's astute insight into her own daughter's development but Penelope's mum could not hack it anymore and drank herself to death. It was less than two weeks after her funeral that Penelope up sticks from Brighton and moved back to the social circles of London.

Homeless with very little money and only a small suitcase to her name, this was the total extent of her seventeen years of life. She hitch hiked from Brighton; with her looks it was not long before a lorry driver pulled up to offer her a lift. Whilst riding in his cab he had been caught staring at her shapely legs clearly showing beneath her mini floral cotton dress. Penelope could understand why but her itch returned stronger than ever!

The lorry driver making polite conversation whilst ogling her beauty asked if she had any money for when she got to London. Penelope feeling a bit defensive answered a little but not much. Suddenly the lorry driver asked if she was a virgin; taken aback by such a question she almost coughed on the mug of tea she was sipping. Blushing as she did, the lorry driver said that answered his question. He then suggested she may like to earn herself twenty pounds. A whole twenty pounds; why she would murder someone for that much she thought. The truth was she had only the money her mother had managed to save and that totalled only ten pounds.

Seeing her reaction the Lorry driver began to head for the next slip road off the M3 motorway and turned into the truckers rest pit stop. He parked his lorry well away from the café and turned to Penelope, he would give her three pounds if she would suck his cock, a fiver if she was naked when she did it. When Penelope heard this she was disgusted bit her itch leapt up another three notches. Suddenly she asked you said twenty pounds; the lorry driver laughed and said, "Yes but for that you have to be a virgin and I get to fuck you and take your cherry!"

Penelope suddenly realised that she could make serious money from her looks and she did not need her virginity besides better to be well paid for it than lose it to some snotty nosed kid whose amateurish technique turned her off. The more she thought about it the more she was determined to make her fortune any way she could, she would become someone and to do that she needed money lots of money.

If letting people like this man use her body meant she could get that money what the fuck after all had she not been created by such an action. She agreed and eagerly stripped off much to the driver's delight. She took his money and pushed it into her handbag as she now sat there in bra and panties. She was nicely proportioned with a 36C — 24 — 35 frame, her long shoulder length hair framing her slender face and piercing blue eyes giving that come to bed awareness.

The driver slipped out of his pants and told her to remove the rest of her clothes before they climbed into the back of his cab. She was nervous now, unsure of what to do but the lorry driver knew what he wanted and seemed to know how to achieve it. She felt something hard against her cunt and suddenly she screamed out in pain as the lorry driver thrust forward and she was a virgin no more. He told her to shut the fuck up or others would hear her. His demeanour seemed to change because as he fucked her he was calling her a slag and a whore. She should have been disgusted by these names but they fanned the flames of her itch making rise even higher.

Then suddenly the driver froze as she felt hot scalding flashes hitting her cunt walls, she did not know what was happening to her but she realised he was finished and no longer interested in her or her body. The bastard then suggested she get out of the cab to clean herself up and get dressed. When she did so he started the engine and literally tossed her small case and handbag out at her as he drove off.