Chapter 7: Back to Bayonne

Before I tell you about my university years, I will skip ahead and tell you about a period of my life after graduating and before I started work, as it finishes off my French years.

In the summer of 1983, aged now 20, I finished my degree, and much to the delight of my parents and of Mr Big and Jane, I passed with flying colours, earning a first-class degree. As promised, Big cancelled my escort contract – but better still gave me a job as a management trainee in one of his companies in London. Jane and I found a small apartment in central London for me, and so I was set up for the future.

However, I wanted one last schoolgirl/student adventure, so I told everyone I was going to take a six-month gap between ending university and starting work, to travel Europe in my little car. Then having given it a lot of thought, I picked up the phone and called Annette in Bayonne. She was overjoyed to hear my voice, the first time since our farewell with the taxi drivers and her first lesbian romp with me nearly a year before. “I am coming back for three months – would you like to be in business together again?” I got a very positive reply!

We then discussed details. I told her I would work in her hotel and her cousin’s, same terms as before – 30% of the fees I earned in the two hotels. I then told her to tell her ex, Daniel, that I would work two 12 hour shifts each week in his brothel, on the two days that were his busiest. Next, I told her I wanted a room close to the Hotel and the brothel to live, but also to take walk-in clients, and I asked her for the phone number of the sex shop where I bought my prostitute lingerie and my big boxes of condoms. Finally, I told her to talk to the taxi drivers and tell them I was back, but no quickies this time but for every two punters they brought to the hotel, they would get a freebie, and for every three punters they brought to the apartment or the brothel they would also get a freebie. Annette was stunned but set about restarting my Summer Nikki business, even more so when I said any time we are both free we can go to bed together and make love the girls way. She even arranged a parking spot, in the back yard of her cousin’s hotel, where I could hide my English car.

I then phoned the sex shop owner, reminded her who I was - “ah the skinny little English girl who worked in the brothel and needed fuck-me shoes and knickers!” I laughed and said “that’s me!” I explained to her that I needed a small apartment to live, somewhere between the Brothel and the hotels, where I could also service my own punters. Much to my delight she said she could help. In the alley next to her shop, at the back of the shop but separate, she had a small ground floor apartment – living/kitchen area, small bathroom, and bedroom – that would be perfect for me – my own front door and it even had a phone. She also told me I needed a maid to look after me: make the bed after each punter, answer the door or the phone while I was busy with a punter, book punters in or tell the taxi drivers when to bring me a client. She had the perfect women for me who had done the job before - her own mother who was only in her late sixties but had had a baby at 14, had been a working prostitute herself and then became a maid. “You never know, I might even be able to send a few punters round the corner for you”

By nearly the end of May and the end of university life, everything was in place for me to start in Bayonne the first week in June. On my last call with Annette before leaving to drive to Bayonne, we agreed my weekly working schedule: Daniel wanted me from two in the afternoon until two in the morning on Friday and Saturday, his busiest days/night; I would take Sunday as my rest day (to go to church and confess my multitude of sins, Annette joked); Wednesday and Thursday. I would work the hotels (and do taxi drivers freebies); which left me Monday and Tuesday to service my own clients at the apartment. I set out for Bayonne with a couple of cases of my own clothes, shoes, toiletries, and one large case full of my hooker gear, including my cheap stuff from the sex shop and the expensive stuff that Pierre and Francine had bought me, plus two very efficient and expensive anal douches that Big had bought me last year. I went to the sex shop first to get the keys to the apartment, received a big hug and lots of kisses from the owner, Odile, who then introduced me to her mother, Claudine, who was delightfully blunt and coarse about my new career.

Claudine took me round the corner into the narrow, grubby alleyway to my new home, each of us carrying a suitcase. Inside the apartment she took thirty seconds to give me the tour, but then showed me something Odile had not mentioned when we had made the arrangements. Just off the living room, by the front door, there was a small alcove with a curtain across it and a comfy chair in the corner. “This is the waiting room for when you are still busy and a new punter arrives early or just knocks on the door” Claudine told me “and it hides the one waiting from the one leaving.” I had not thought about men queuing up for me!

I brought the rest of my stuff in, then drove to Annette to be greeted with another big kiss – for someone who had only been with one girl, me, once, she was a lovely lesbian kisser – then round to her cousin with my car, and parked it in his yard for the next three months. Walking back to her hotel we passed the taxi rank and one, the cheeky one who had started things rolling, saw me and instantly rushed across the street for more big hugs and kisses. I had arrived in Bayonne on Thursday evening and did not plan to start “working” until Monday (which I thought would be quiet as I was new in town.) I was about to go back to my little apartment when Annette took my hand and shyly asked me to stay the night with her. I was delighted, as she and I had become good friends since my first booking in her hotel. After a long drive, spending the night, in a soft bed with a soft-bodied woman, was a very attractive idea, so we had a lovely night, making proper love, what proved to be the first of several nights of Sapphic love during the next 12 weeks.

The next morning, I walked across to the taxi rank about 10.00am, found the cheeky one in first place, which was helpful, and got him to take me to my apartment. As we sat on the corner, outside the sex shop, I gave him a sheet of paper which simply said “Nikki, my telephone number and address of the apartment, available Monday and Tuesday 10.00 am till late, ring before.” Underneath I had also typed the names of the hotels and Annette’s number plus “available Wednesday and Thursday 12 noon till 12 midnight” and finally the address of the brothel and “available Friday and Saturday, 2.00pm till 2.00 am”. I then walked him down the alley to show him my front door, his hand on my bum as he told me they had all missed me and were planning to bring me lots of punters so they could all get their freebies – he had not improved!

The rest of Friday I spent unpacking my cases and separating hooker gear from my own clothes, walking into town to get some food and things, and visiting Odile in her shop to buy a big box of condoms and some dirty magazines for my waiting room. As usual I had a single thin summer dress on that finished mid-thigh, and nothing else other than sandals, so when she gave me a cup of coffee and I hoisted myself up on to the stool beside her counter, I immediately revealed almost all my bare legs. Anyone standing directly in front of me would get a clear view through my slightly parted knees of my freshly defoliated pussy.

After 15 minutes of chat about Claudine, a man came in and went to the dirty magazines. Feeling playful I turned slightly on the stool and opened my legs a touch more than was decent. When he looked at me, or rather at my unveiled pussy, I smiled nicely at him, as he moved closer to get a better view. Odile said “Here is your first customer” and when I said I was not ready for customers, she laughed and said “Your cunt is always ready for business!” I thought, why not? Slipping off the stool, pushing my dress up in the process to give him a clear view of everything that was about to be put on offer to him I waked over to him. He was obviously feeling a bit awkward as he stood there looking at dirty mags and my pussy, I gently put my hand on his arm and told him “Hi my name is Nikki, I am new in town, I am renting an apartment from Odile, just round the corner in the alley. I need to earn some money to pay her” I was till resting my hand on his arm, and moved closer to press my small breast against his arm also. “Are you looking for some company? I could show you my new apartment and spend some time showing you a few other things.”

I took him to the counter to pay for his magazines and to collect my own armful of dirty magazines and box of condoms. I took his hand and led him towards the door, before turning to Odile and saying “Monsieur is coming to look at a few things of mine that need attention” To which she replied “I think Nikki’s plumbing needs some attention.” I led him out the shop and turned into my alley, taking him to my door, opening it and inviting him in, and putting my pile of magazines in my waiting alcove. Fortunately, I had left the apartment, and particularly the bedroom, tidy. I stood close to him and asked him what he would like, telling him the basic price list, anal extra, and condom to be worn, trying to sound friendly and conversational with no hard sell. He wanted the suck and fuck and paid the money without any problem.

I took his money, put it away, and then turned to give him a kiss on the cheek and led him by the hand into the bedroom, taking the box of condoms with me. As he got undressed, I kicked off my sandals, opened the box, putting a couple of condoms on the bedside table, and then removed my dress so I was naked for him to touch nervously. I laid him on the bed, climbed on with him and straddling his legs rolled a condom on to him. I leaned forward to let him fondle my boobs, then turned round to start sucking him while giving him easy access to everywhere. Eventually I asked him what position he wanted me in, before assuming the doggy pose, he asked for. He sank into my inviting pussy and fucked as if he had not had it for ages. Fifteen minutes later he was dressed and leaving me standing naked at the door, saying I hoped he had enjoyed himself and to cum again soon.

As I made the bed again and removed the used condom, I thought to myself – this is my life for the next three months. Here for less than 24 hours and already I have had a lesbian night of love, told a taxi driver where to bring punters for me, and had my first paying customer! Saturday and Sunday I did nothing but explore the town, until 10.00 am on Monday morning when Claudine arrived and started our day together by making me coffee and croissants for breakfast. I put on Annette’s short silk robe and waited for the first ring of the phone or knock on the door, not expecting anything on my first day back at work.

At 11.00 the phone rang! Claudine answered and it was my cheeky taxi driver asking if I was free for a customer in ten minutes. She said yes, smacked my bottom and, laughing quietly, told me it was time to get on my back. Ten minutes later there was a knock on the door. My maid answered, gave my taxi driver a token, which he would soon exchange for his freebie, and invited our first client of the day inside the apartment. Once more I chatted in a friendly way as I outlined the prices, agreed what he wanted and led him into my bedroom, where he used me for fifteen minutes and then he left. It was a slow day but by the time Claudine left I had had four paying customers thanks to our taxi rank regulars.

However, while we sat there killing time between clients, Claudine gave me a few tips.

1) Keep a big toilet roll to hand as you might need to wipe their cock before or after 2) If you want to do oral properly do not put the condom on until it is fucking time 3) Keep some lube to hand by the bed – they can be dry and so can you if you have had a busy day 4) And use lots of lube on them and on yourself when you do anal 5) Always tie a knot in the used condom so it does not spill or leak 6) If you are busy with a client and I have one in the waiting room, let me tell him about money, agree what he wants and collect the money.

By the end of Tuesday, we had had six more clients, five from the taxis and one from the sex shop, making ten in my first two days. And my cheeky taxi driver had already got his three tokens, so I knew one of my first jobs when I got to the hotel was to him give his freebie. Over the next four weeks trade at the apartment built up, steadily, mainly due to the taxis, so by the end of my first month five taxi drivers had earned and received their free ride. After that first client from the sex shop, I seemed to get one a day from Odile. It was strange the first time, getting a knock on the door when we were not expecting anyone, but I soon got used to it. And of course, once a man had been referred to me, he could come any time without Odile or the taxis sending him

Wednesday and Thursday, it was back to the hotel for the first time in a year. These clients paid more, had longer time, and were quite often became repeat customers if they stayed in the hotel regularly. Apart from having to fit the odd taxi driver in between clients, the most rewarding part of the hotel routine was spending Wednesday night in the arms of Annette. It was her idea for me to stay so I would be there for Thursday morning business. In reality, she just wanted me there, and if I am honest I did too. She was my first lesbian lover; I had obviously been used by women in the past but with Annette I learned how soft and gentle a woman can be with another woman, spending as much time kissing as doing anything else. In my twelve weeks we taught each other what to do to please each other and it made me appreciate the difference between her and all the men who just used me for their own pleasure.

So that took me to Friday and my first day back at the brothel. I said hi to two girls from last year, and a new one who had joined since I left. When Daniel appeared from the back office, I pushed him back in and set out the rules – no staying over as I had a room nearby; if he wanted extras he did it at the end of my shift at 2.00am; and if he wanted anal he learned how to do it properly, giving me time to prepare and always using lots of lube. Never having had a girl give him rules before he turned out to be quite a softie and did what he was told for all twelve weeks. That first day I took my hookers cheap lingerie to the brothel and changed, but that first night, about 3.00am after Daniel had had his “extras”, I just put a coat on top and walked home. Saturday afternoon, I did the reverse and with clean lingerie and a coat on top I walked to “work”, stopping for a coffee and a chat with Odile before I went to the brothel.