This is a sequel to the nine chapters of My Summer with Nora, starting with
Chapter 01.
It takes place two years later in the late summer of 1976.
Originally I planned this as two stories, but it seemed better to combine them into one story with two parts. The first part is from Nora's point of view but it is told in the third person. Sexual activities are discussed but not depicted.
The second part is told in the first person, and that section contains the actual BDSM event. Nora is looking back at her experiences from a number of years in the future.
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Nora is Recruited
Two young women sat in a diner on the Upper West Side of Manhattan. Both of them were about to start their senior years of college. Nora Meara attended the City College of New York, a public institution that was part of the City University (CUNY). It was located uptown in Manhattanville/West Harlem.
The other one, Gilda Wasserman, attended New York University (NYU), a private school in Greenwich Village. It had already developed a reputation for being an expensive school, although the tuition and other costs were nowhere near what they would be in later decades.
Meanwhile, in this September of 1976, Nora was about to pay her first-ever tuition bill. The free status of the city system, which had existed for well over a century, had become a casualty of the city and state fiscal crises.
Nora was aware of the higher social status of Gilda, who could afford to go to a private university. But the two shared something else. In their freshman years, both had worked as ad hoc, part-time hookers on their respective campuses.
Both had gotten into the job almost by accident, and both had quit at the end of their freshmen years. Gilda, however, had met some people in her junior year who have gotten her back in, but she worked exclusively as a dominatrix that time around.
When Nora had heard about these other people, she thought,
hah, a bunch of pimps and madams.
She liked the idea of keeping her money for herself. Yet she knew that her independence couldn't last forever, which was one of the reasons she quit two years earlier before her luck ran out.
Just as her freshman year ended, Nora had piled up a significant reserve of cash. At first, she stowed small bills in her dresser at her home, then she opened bank accounts. She bought the 1970 Mustang convertible that she coveted.
One thing that surprised her was the number of other girls from around the city who heard about her and came to visit her at City College to recruit her for some operation or another. Information spread quickly in the underworld, and it was difficult to keep secrets.
When her sophomore year started, and she was out of the business, she got fewer visitors. Gilda found her at the beginning of Nora's senior year in 1976. In an unusual move, Gilda invited her to dinner at a restaurant on the Upper West Side.
Both girls were on the tall side, but Nora had dark-blonde hair and steel-rimmed glasses. Back in the fall of 1974, she had tried a bob cut and decided that she liked it so much that she would keep it. Gilda was a brunette, and her dark hair was long and flowing. They were casually dressed, although Nora could see that the other woman had better quality clothes than she herself had on.
As they talked for a while, Gilda asked her, "So what motivated you to leave the business?"
"Well, for one thing, after ten months, I was getting tired of the whole scene. It was quite a stressful grind after a while, both emotionally and physically."
"I can understand that; it happened to me too."
"The event that really convinced me to get out was that I got a boyfriend. The strange thing is that he started out as a customer."
"Would you tell me a little about that?"
"Okay, but it's going to take a bit of explaining."
"That's fine; I'm not going anywhere."
"Okay, in my history class there was a guy named Paul who had noticed me. By the way, it was obvious that he was a virgin."
Gilda found that amusing, "Somehow they always give themselves away through various clues."
"So he said very little to me during all of that time, although I knew he was looking at me. Finally, near the end of the semester -- well I knew he was getting good grades and I wasn't. So I invited him to the Finley snack bar and made him an offer. If he would write my term paper for me, I would give him a blowjob. And he accepted the deal."
She continued, "So at the beginning, it went quite well. We met at a college newspaper office one night, and I got my term paper and he got blown by me. I refused to swallow, however; we had already agreed to that."
"Sounds like a reasonable deal."
"But then we got into a fight about nothing, really. We yelled at each other, and we slapped each other's faces. He must have been triggered by it all because he pulled me across his lap and spanked my bare ass. I was amazed to find out that I enjoyed it. I got so turned on that I let him fuck me from behind."
"Oh, the sweetness of young love."
"After that, we were both a bit stunned, but then he invited me to dinner downtown. I figured, what the hell, I had never had a real date at the school, I might as well go. And, just like that, I had a boyfriend."
"How long did this affair last?"
"Just over four months. I was feeling my sexual power for the first time at something beyond prostitution. I hooked up with an older guy named Greg, who had a good job down on Wall Street, plus he owned this beautiful Triumph Stag convertible."
"I get it, you went with a bigger, better deal when it came along. That's understandable."
"Also, I had confessed everything to Paul, and I wanted someone who didn't know anything about my past. He really loved me, but he was a young liberal arts major with no clear prospects ahead of him. He didn't even know what he wanted to do in the long run. Meanwhile, I got a Mustang convertible I bought with the money I had made for myself."
"Still, I feel a bit sorry for him."
Nora replied, "Don't be. By that point, I had joined the newspaper he was on and I've been there for the last two years. I heard all about his later romantic exploits. Soon after I dumped him, he picked up not one, but two other girls on campus."
"He was feeling his sexual power too."
"Exactly. So he has been getting plenty of poontang, although the last few months have been a bit slow for him. Anyway, as you can probably tell, he and I are still friends, or maybe it's just acquaintances."
"Nora, could you tell me about the dominatrix gigs you had during that time?"
"Oh sure, although I refused to be submissive myself to any man, for any price. Only my boyfriends get to spank me and, yes, they always want to do that. Usually, I only let them use their hands; rarely is it an implement. Occasionally I will submit to light bondage from them."
Gilda said, "I've also heard that you refused to have vaginal sex for pay. Why is that?"
"I'm not sure why; that's just where I drew the line. It's like most hookers won't kiss their customers. Anything else, anal, oral, manual -- you know, handjobs -- was up for negotiation. I'd even fluff a guy by grinding my bare ass against his bare crotch. One guy kept his trousers up, and he ejaculated into his pants."
"What did you think of the dominatrix gigs?"
"To tell you the truth, that was the only aspect of the whole thing that I really enjoyed. I liked verbally humiliating and chiding them as much as I liked giving the actual spankings."
"You see, Nora, I could offer you a part-time dominatrix position if you wanted it. It would all be in-calls; we have apartments, really nice ones that you could use."
Nora wondered who "we" referred to. Back in the 1970's, the Mafia was still fairly powerful, and they had a major hand in the prostitution game. She figured that she really didn't need to know that unless Gilda offered to tell her. Maybe the apartments give them a place they had available when they "hit the mattresses," if they still did that.
Nora had other issues that Gilda could indeed answer. "When I was doing these amateur dominatrix jobs, sometimes the customers would want a sexual release from me at the end. Of course, I would charge them extra for that."
"It's pretty much the same here. Everything has to be worked out with the clients before the job can start."
"Okay, but I did get tired of having to deal with the splooge of these guys, and getting it all over myself at times."
"You could have them masturbate while they look at you. And you can always turn down a job and we'll have some other girl take it."
Nora said, "Yes, I did do that peep show thing at least once -- without the glass of course. I bent over and showed this guy my pussy and butthole while he jerked off, and then he had a huge orgasm."
"It's sort of like 3-D pornography."
Nora was now enjoying her reminisces. "That's right. I've had the same thought about hooking in general. I remember one poor guy, I was spanking him over my knees, and he got so excited that he ejaculated onto my lap. I made him pay for the dry cleaning bill."
"Of course, that's only fair that they pay for things like that. Nora, do you have your own apartment now?"
"No, for years now I've been living with my uncle at his house in Maspeth, Queens. During my hooking days, I would have customers come out there when he was at work. You'd be surprised at how far some of them would travel to see me."
Gilda said, "Despite the so-called sexual revolution, there are a lot of guys out there thirsty for some sex. They sometimes forget that a hooker is not their girlfriend and she isn't going to cater to their emotional or romantic needs."
"Yes, I definitely have seen that. I always told them to scram once they had their orgasms. By the way, once my uncle came home early and he caught me on my knees in the living room blowing a customer."
"I bet that didn't go well."
