First day of surprises

I suppose everyone thinks that the time in which they grew up was the best. They had the most freedom, the best music, and so on. But in my case, I’m right! My sex life started in the early 1970s. I never knew Dad, and Mum never talked about him. The ‘shame’ of being a single Mum when she had me meant that Mum was estranged from her family, but made her strong and self-reliant too. She worked hard to look after me, without the support of her Mum and Dad, and taught me that the only person you should rely on is yourself! Everyone else will let you down in the end.

In May 1972, I left school at 16. Spanking, with the cane or a plimsoll, went on a lot at school. You were caught smoking, with a boy, or even mucking up your homework, and some teachers loved to punish you for this. There were protests and walkouts from schools across the country and I joined one such walkout in May 1972. I’d been punished the day before with 4 strokes for being caught with a boy, so I was pretty annoyed that day. The next day in school, I was called, with others, to the headmaster’s office. I don’t remember the speech he gave, but I do remember expecting to be punished with the cane and actually being told I was being suspended for a week. That was it as far as I was concerned; I left school and never went back.

Mum was OK about not wanting to go back to school, but she told me I needed to find some work and couldn’t expect to lie around home all day. I knew Mum had a couple of jobs cleaning in the city, and I hoped she’d find something for me, but she wasn’t keen on that at all. In fact, she was very secretive about where she worked, and, as a typical teenager, the more she was non-committal, the more curious I became. But first, it was the novelty of not getting up to go school. I used to hang around locally, I’d drink and smoke. At that time, at that age, I was invincible. A scare of a late period (which eventually arrived!) following a spell of different guys pushed me to my local surgery. I thought I’d be lectured about not being married or something like that, but after a few questions and blood pressure measurements, I was given a prescription, and, hey presto, I was on the pill!

Anyway, one morning, Mum and I had a blazing row over the state of the flat. I hadn’t cleaned up; I’d left the bathroom untidy, and Mum told me to get off my arse, start taking responsibility for my life, and pull my weight. Rather than accept this, though I knew she was right, I stormed out of the house and went into the city centre. It was still early, and nobody I knew was about. I walked about for a while, but in the end, I decided I’d better do what Mum said.

Then ... I saw Mum. I called her, but she didn’t hear, so I ran after her. She went into a run-down building near the ring road, and I followed her in. Suddenly, this huge bouncer blocked my way.

“I was just following Mum” “Get out, kid, nothing for you here” “No, I want to speak to my Mum. Mum! MUM!!”

Another door opened, and a guy put his head out.

“What’s all the noise?” “I was following my Mum, but she didn’t hear me!” “Who’s your Mum? “Lynda Jones”

The guy told the bouncer to find Lynda, and I waited there. While we waited, the guy was staring at me. I wasn’t uncomfortable about that, and I liked that guys liked to look at me. After a short while, Mum appeared at the top of the stairs.

“What the fuck, Angela?” “I saw you and called, but you didn’t hear me.” “Well, you’ve found me, and now you can go.” “You told me to go out and find a job. I’m trying, Mum!”

Then the guy spoke.

“We might have a job here.” “No, she’s not old enough.” “How old are you?” “I’m sixteen.” “She’s old enough!” “No, please, let me speak to her first!” “OK, but be quick about it”

Mum beckoned me upstairs. She took me into a small room with a bed, a sofa, a wardrobe, and a small sink. I guessed it was a hotel room. I was wrong!

“What do you think I do for work?” “You’re a cleaner.” “And you’re happy to be a cleaner?” “Well, if it suits you, it’ll suit me, I’m sure. Besides I’m not qualified for much else” “Well, it didn’t suit me. I hated it. Do you remember when we had to move into the flat? I got into a small amount of debt at the time, I couldn’t pay, and I got offered a job here to pay it off. Oh, I’m not in debt any more, but I enjoy what I do” “What do you do, Mum?” “Oh, you can’t be that naive, surely, Angela? I get paid to fuck.”

My mouth dropped. I had no idea. I was shocked, then I laughed, then I felt excited. Then I remembered that the guy downstairs was thinking about me for a job.

“Is that the job the guy downstairs was talking about?” “It was, so you should leave now. Really, do anything, but don’t do this. Not at your age. Once you start, it’s very difficult to walk away.” “Why is it so bad? I mean, I know it’s not normal, but I also know that you’re never miserable at home - unless I cause something!” “It isn’t bad. It isn’t wrong, despite what others say. But once you do this, that’s what will define you.”

We were both silent for a while. Then there was a knock at the door, and the guy from downstairs was there.

“So? Do you need a job or not?”

I looked over at Mum and she just shrugged.

“I do need a job.” “And your Mum has told you what it would be?” “Yes. But only that she gets paid to fuck.” “And you’re OK with that?”. I nodded. “Come with me then.” “I’m coming too, John,” said Mum “Suit yourself”

We went to another part of the floor we were on. There were a couple of cameras, some lighting, and a huge bed with white sheets on it.

“Let’s see you. Get undressed” “I took off my coat, my white t-shirt and my washed denim jeans, and stood there in my bright red bra and knickers. “John will want to see everything, Angela.”

I took off my bra and stepped out of my knickers. Much like Mum, my boobs arrived early, which made me popular, and at nearly 15, I was a 32C. I had a thick and unruly bush of dark, curly hair between my legs. John walked around me several times. He groped me and found out I was wet. He slapped my backside and then went to kiss me. In a reflex action, I pulled away, and he slapped my face.

“What the guy wants, the guy gets. You never pull away, and you never say no. To anyone, but especially never to me.”

I felt tears in my eyes, but I was determined not to show him that. He came in to kiss me again, and I responded. As he kissed, he roughly groped my pussy and then my ass. All the time, my Mum sat there, watching but not moving.

“She’ll do,” John said. “Show her the ropes”

As John walked away, Mum picked up a robe from the floor and put it over me.

“John works for the group that owns this building. They’ll take 40% of everything you earn here. Don’t think of trying to swindle them - they will know, they will hurt you, and they may come after me too. Every two weeks, there’s a doctor here in the morning, and he’ll check you out for any diseases. Miss that, and you don’t work till he’s back again. The guy is upstairs now, so we need to catch him before he leaves.”

Mum told me to bring my clothes, led the way, and we went into a small corridor where there was one other girl just leaving from one of the rooms. Mum and her nodded at each other, and the girl just stared at me.

“That’s Tanya. She’ll be OK when you get to know her. She prefers to work on film than just ordinary sex work. There are lots of girls you’ll meet here, and there are other places we work at from time to time.”

Mum knocked on the door, and the two of us went in. There was a camp bed in there with two belts suspended from the ceiling, each ending in small fur-lined ‘nooses’. Mum undressed quickly. Though her boobs were much bigger than mine, we seemed to be in proportion, and I had a pretty good idea of how I’d develop as I got older. Her bush was just as dark as mine, but trimmed to make it less unruly. She lay back on the bed, legs open, and put her ankles through the fur-lined ‘nooses’. The Doctor was in his 60s, wearing a shabby white lab coat and looking very pale. He inspected Mum very closely, opening her vagina with his speculum, taking a couple of swabs, and then taking a small amount of blood from her arm. As she stood up, he passed her a cup, and she peed into the cup in front of both of us. There was a sheet with four blank labels on it, and Mum quickly wrote her name and the date on each before the doctor stuck a label on each swab container, blood vial, and pee cup.