Leanne Battersby had "grown up" a lot when Les found her working in the Golden Garter Club in Manchester. Gone was the scrawny teenager who had run away to marry Nick Tilsley, replaced by a full-breasted woman.
Leanne had become involved with Jez Quigley through her cocaine habit and fled to Australia to escape involvement in his criminal activities. While in Australia she continued to work pulling pints but her habit forced her into prostitution.
As her earning potential decreased she had decided to move back to Manchester to be closer to home. She would be lucky getting a tenner in Manchester for her services but there was an endless supply of horny blokes.
Leanne started with Velvet Touch Escorts, an outcall agency that supplied whores to lonely men. Her first call was to the Cecil Hotel on Carridock Road. The Cecil was a four-floor walk-up flea trap where rooms could be rented by the hour.
Leanne walked up to the desk clerk to find out which rooms her services were required. The old bald clerk gave her the room number after taking a good look at what she was selling.
Leanne had dressed the part, very short micro-mini skirt showing her long legs almost up to her butt cheeks and a décolleté peasant blouse with a lot of her cleavage revealed. It was Leanne's way of advertising her wares.
The clerk watched Leanne's hips swivel as he watched her climb the stairs up to room 14. He caught a brief glimpse of he ass cheeks but could not tell if she was wearing any knickers or not.
Leanne made her way to the third floor and down the grimy hallway to room 14. She knocked gently on the door.
"Who is it?" the voice came from within.
"It's Leanne, from the agency." She identified herself.
"Come in, it's unlocked." the voice commanded.
It was a real sleaze-bag room, a cheap bed and a couple of old vinyl-covered chairs salvaged from a junk sale. John Lamb sat in one of the chairs awaiting the arrival of his piece of ass.
Leanne guessed Lamb was in his fifties, considerable overweight and very unkempt looking in a soiled white shirt and a couple of day's growth of beard. Not at all "Mr. Wonderful."
"I need the coin up front." Leanne stated her policy.
"That was a fiver?" Lamb asked.
"In your dreams, ten if you want to stick in my lovely body!" Leanne corrected him.
Lamb fumbled through his billfold and produced a ten-pound note. Leanne took the note and stuck it in he handbag.
"How do you want it?" she asked unzipping her short skirt.
"Doggy!" Lamb answered joining her getting undressed.
"Well at least I won't have to look at his while he fucks me." Leanne thought, "And I don't take it the ass for ten!" she informed Lamb.
Leanne stepped out of her skirt and slid her thong down over her hips. She assumed her position on her hands and knees beside the bed.
Lamb pulled a condom on over his erection. Leanne remembered when guys liked to fuck her bare cock, pump their spunk into her pussy. Now most guys wore a rubber unless she was giving them head, and then they wanted to shoot their jism down her throat!
Leanne felt Lamb's hand grip her hips a he lined himself up with her pie. His cockhead nuzzled between her shaved labia and he pushed. Lamb's cock slid easily into her cunt until she felt his pubic hair tickle her bum. Leanne rocked back onto his cock and the fucking began,
Leanne mad her moaning sounds, guys liked it, it made them come faster.
"Oh yes! Your cock is so big, fuck me Baby, and fuck me!"
Lamb slammed her without mercy, trying to drive his cock right out of her mouth. Leanne was use to hard fucking, unlike their wives many guys liked to abuse whores fucking them without any feelings other than to empty their balls into a warm, wet hole.
"More, more, give me all your cock!" Leanne begged.
She felt Lambs body stiffen with his cock buried deep within her. She knew he was filling the condom with jism.
Leanne did not come; it was very rare she had an orgasm with a John. To her fucking was just a lob like waiting on tables.
Leanne left the Cecil to do her shift at the Golden Garter. The Golden Garter was a lap-dancing club on Viaduct Road that catered to horny blokes. Part of her job was to wear a risqué harem girl costume. The skimpy bikini top did little more than conceal the nipples on her massive 38D breasts. The lovely freckled mounds were mostly bare for the punters' pleasure.
Leanne got groped a lot, punters helping themselves to handfuls of her thinly covered ass, filling their hands with her tits while sticking bills in her bra. It was part of the job and the tips were good.
It also gave Leanne a chance to let interested blokes she was available for a small fee. The Golden Garter had a room upstairs that the girls were allowed to use to service the customers. Leanne used the room several times during a good shift.
Les had blown a gasket when he found his long lost daughter working as a whore so close to home. He dragged Leanne out of the club and read her the Riot Act on the pavement out front.
"You are going to quit working here and come and live with me." Les demanded.
"I have to work here!" Leanne argued, "And why would I want to move in with you and Mom?"
"Janice has moved out, there is just me and a young lad and a boy." Les explained.
"Great, you want me to move in with my dysfunctional family again?" Leanne questioned.
"We need a woman around the house, you will be doing us all a favor." Les pleaded.
The move to Coronation Street was easy, Leanne only had her clothes and DVD player to bring which all fitted easily into Les's taxi.
"Why do I have to share a room?" Leanne complained.
"Because there are only two bedrooms and the lads are in the other one." Les explained.
"But can't I have my own bed?" she asked.
"The rooms not big enough for two beds." argued.
Leanne did not intend spending too many nights in her father's bed. Business was good and most nights she would be home late and could kip on the couch. Begrudgingly she put her clothes in Les's wardrobe and dresser. Her bras and panties occupied the same drawer Janet's use to.
It had been a slow night. Leanne only had one John, and all he had wanted was his cock sucked. The club was almost empty by 11 pm so she hopped a cab to Coronation Street.
When she got home everyone was already in bed. Leanne stripped down to her panties and made herself a cup of tea.
Finishing her tea she was about to get a blanket and sleep on the couch. She got thinking about how much more comfortable the bed in Les's room would be and he was likely already sleeping.
