Chapter 15: A New Life Awaits

It was a few days later when my phone rang and Charlie’s name came up on the screen. Answering in a quiet, despairing voice, I said “Hallo Charlie – what can I do for you?”

“Well, you can start by cheering up a bit and sounding more like your fun self” he chuckled down the phone. “I have good news for you – you have your first booking in your new career. You will like this – apart from Dylan, I do not think you have had a good fuck since your weekend in Birmingham. Now listen to me and I will give you your instructions.” As he rang off, tears once again started to slide down my face and I knew this was the start of my new “career.”

Three days later, just before 9.00pm, I pulled my three-button raincoat on over my not-quite-naked body – this time, for the first time in my life, I was wearing a deep, six strap, black suspender belt with black stockings, both of which Dylan had sent me, and my four-inch stilettos. I left my apartment, everything I needed in my small clutch bag as usual, walked down the stairs to the basement carpark, and settled into my little car to make the drive to the town of Bedford, north of London.

On schedule, I arrived at the Bedford railway station car park, and as instructed, removed my coat, and sat there naked. Two trains came in and passengers got out and walked through the carpark, my heart rate climbing but nobody seemed to notice me in my dark car. Soon I saw Charlie’s battered and rusting taxi pull in to the carpark and park about twenty metres from me. Waving at me Charlie called me over to him. Reluctantly but willingly, I climbed out of my car, locked the door, and in my heels and stockings walked over to Charlie, who opened his door and swung his legs out of the car. His trousers and boxers were around his ankles and his cock was semi erect. “Crouch down here and give me a good BJ, but mind you do not damage those stockings – the client requested those specially for tonight.”

Obediently I squatted in front of him, took his cock in my hand, and then began to lick and suck him, before taking him deeper into my mouth. I could feel him getting closer when another train came into the station and once more a few late travellers came into the carpark. A lone woman passed us and gasped as she saw what a naked woman was doing to a half-naked man. Her gasp was enough to send Charlie over the top and, as she rushed away, he erupted in my mouth with a loud moan of pleasure.

Pulling his boxers and trousers up, he told me to get in beside him. I walked round the car, opened the door, leaned in to give him my bag with my valuables in it, and settled into the old leather seat. Charlie reached across me and grabbed my pussy, sliding his fingers up my slit, and cheerfully said “Great. Your wet already – I knew a quick BJ would get you juiced up, seeing as you are such a dirty little slut. The client will be delighted to see you are so eager!”

Fully understanding the truth of what he had just said about me, I simply blushed and stared out of the window. We drove across town to a wealthy-looking suburban area of Bedford, and pulled to a halt midway between two large houses with drives and big, well-tended front gardens. Charlie checked his watch and, happy we were on schedule, told me to get out of the car and walk to the house that was furthest away from us – a deliberate ploy on his part I was sure to add to my anxiety and arousal.

I climbed out of the car, looked nervously around, spotting several cars parked on the road near where I was to go, then walked along the pavement to the imposing open gates, my heels clicking all the way. I paused at the gate, taking in several more expensive cars sitting on the drive, took a deep breath and walked up the gravel drive to the imposing front door of the modern mansion. Taking another deep breath, I reached out and pressed the doorbell on the wall next to the door, spotting the camera that had been tracking me all the way from the gate to the door.