Chapter 2

We didn’t say much on the way home together. I had loads of thoughts, but the questions weren’t there yet. After we’d eaten, and I’d cleaned up the mess that led to the original argument that morning, I was ready to talk.

“How long have you been doing this, Mum? “For about 5 years. It started off as a way to get myself out of a hole with some extra cash, but I found I liked it, right from the start, and even more than that, I earned more in a couple of nights than I did all week in my ordinary job. People always thought the worst of me, right from getting pregnant with you without being married or in a relationship, so I really didn’t worry that much. Anyway, I told people I was a cleaner, and even if people saw me going into clubs or buildings, that would be what I’d say I was doing.” “So, you like it?” “Yes. I’m not going to lie to you, Angela. I’m treated well, most of the time. I earn more money than most people here. And I love to fuck. Are there bad moments? Yes, occasionally, but most of the time, guys behave.” “What do you mean, bad moments?” “Some guys get rough. It’s part of the job. If they go too far, they get sorted out. But only after it’s happened.”

We chatted some more, but Mum was tired, and she kept telling me to go with the flow and not to overthink things. She did warn me that the firm would try to test me for a while. They do it with all new girls, to test their boundaries, their compliance, and their willingness to please, and I might not enjoy everything. I could find myself working on other sites too.

The next day, there was a note waiting for me that told me I was able to work, and not just watch. I followed Mum to the dressing room, where there were two other women already there. Both were around Mum’s age, the older of the two was quite slim and well-spoken, and the other was much larger, with huge, thick thighs and absolutely huge tits. I got introduced to them both, though they obviously had been told who I was before we got there. Sandra was the curvier of the two, and Jean was the other lady. Sandra was wearing a matching bra and knickers in a patterned style, but Jean was in a smart dress, stockings and high heels. She was wearing a pearl necklace, and she looked very out of place in my eyes. Within a week, I’d started to realise that if there’s a desire for something from punters, there’s always a corresponding offer in the brothel! Ideas about being out of place soon disappeared.

I went to choose what I wanted to wear, which was a pink body. I think I looked good in it. Jean came over to me and suggested other things to wear. She found a tartan pleated skirt, a white blouse, and a tartan tie.

“That’s not that sexy, though, is it?” I said “You’re young, you’re beautiful, and you’re new here. You’re going to be very popular, and the schoolgirl uniform look will get you even more noticed.”

I wasn’t sure, but Jean seemed so knowledgeable and caring that I took her up on her suggestion. I looked over at Mum, and she just gave me a thumbs-up. Jean told me to follow her and we went upstairs. There was a small lounge there with some bottles of spirits.

“I’m not sure how much your Mum has told you, but I like to make any new girl relaxed, so listen to me carefully. Sometimes a guy will be brought to your room directly. They pay more for that. Otherwise, once you’ve finished with a guy, clean your room, clean yourself, and then come back to this lounge. There’s a panic button behind the bedside cabinet in each room. Use that if they try to leave without paying or if you’re really scared. Don’t push it just because they’re rough - they’re paying for that. No needles or knives in the room. The punter is always right - don’t say no if they want to pay for it. As you’re cleaning up, someone will come in and collect the money. They’ll leave your share. Don’t try and diddle the house - they will know. Your Mum said you’re on the pill. Make sure you never forget to take it. We usually know if the Central Vice Squad is going to raid us, but in case we don’t, stay calm, and follow everyone else’s lead. Any questions?”

I hadn’t any, so Jean and I sat there in the lounge. Despite myself, I was feeling a bit nervous. Not long after, Sandra and Mum joined us, and I saw Tanya, from yesterday, down the corridor. I started to relax. The conversation was just general and light.

Suddenly, a door in the far corner opened, and a guy wearing a grey raincoat came in. Sandra stood up and welcomed him, and it was obvious that they knew each other as she took him by the hand towards her room.

“How often do guys turn up?”, I asked. “Depends on the day, the time, the weather, and what else is on?”, replied my Mum. “We get busy during football matches with guys pretending to be there, but they are really with us. If there’s an exhibition on, we often get busier, especially in the evenings. Don’t worry, you won’t have time to be bored!”

I went to the loo, and on the way back into the lounge, the door opened again. This time, the guy was wearing a scarf around the bottom half of his face. He looked us over, deciding who he wanted, and he put his hand out to me. I took his hand, and with a quick glance back towards Mum, I led him to the room I was going to be working from.

Once in the room, I took his coat from him and hung it up. He unwrapped the scarf, and I got my first really good look at him. He was wearing a v-neck woolen jumper, tie, and light shirt, together with a pair of smart trousers, and looked like the kind of insurance agent that you often saw going house to house collecting weekly fees. He had straight, tidy, grey hair and looked as if he were in his late 50s or early 60s.

“Shall I undress you?”, I asked, and he nodded in return. I took my time, removing each item of clothing and folding them neatly on the floor, until he was standing there in a garish pair of y-fronts. His erection was straining to be let loose. As I pulled them down, his cock sprung in front of my face. It about 7 inches long, quite narrow, but very curved too. His penis head was a light purple in colour. I kneeled and put it in my mouth. I know I’ve never seen anyone as old as him naked, but that feels strangely exciting. I use my tongue up and down his shaft and suck gently on his penis head.

“Stop! I’ll cum, and I need to fuck you! Get undressed, quickly!”

I did as I was told, and he groped me before giving me a slap on the ass and pushing me face-front onto the bed. He took me from behind, with my body half on and half off the bed, with him standing behind me. He entered me easily, but I still gasped as he thrust into my body. Every time he started to pull out, he’d almost come completely out, leaving just his penis head at the tip of my pussy, then he’d thrust deeply again. It wasn’t a fast fuck, but it was very controlled by him. With his penis head at the start, I just wanted him to keep going. But when he thrust into me, he thrust deeply, and occasionally this was painful, and I’d cry out. Each time I cried out, he slapped my ass. This was the first time I’d ever experienced both pleasure and pain like this.