This series involves reluctance, BDSM, lesbian, and group sex. The series will focus mostly on the story sometimes with little sex. If you are not a fan of these types of stories please do not read any further. It is based on no person or actual place, all names or places are not real and coincidental if they resemble anyone or place.
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I woke up sometime in the afternoon, Carrie was still in the bed with me and she was obviously still asleep. Looking around the room I saw the bathroom that I slightly remember from earlier, it had two shower heads in a larger than average tub and fairly big. The light from the bathroom was still on and even though the door was cracked the room was still fairly dark. I could make out that there were several large closets, chairs, and a large sofa. The bed itself was rather large for what I was used to. I have been sleeping in my car so any bed is good compared to that. I guessed it was queen size and these sheets, were they satin? I never had satin sheets before but if this is what they are like, I am officially hooked. Next to the bed was a side table with a digital clock that was blinking 12:00 . The lone set of windows had a heavy fabric covering them, but I could tell it was still day as light was barely visible around the edges.
Carrie stirred as I sat upright and she looked up at me with big brown eyes. "Are you feeling better now Emily?"
"Yes, but I'm a little hungry." I realized that my stomach was killing me.
"I can go get us something to eat and be back in a little bit." She said as she smiled and sat up again. She had slept naked with me and I found myself looking at her as she turned the light on the nightstand on and exited the room. It kind of caught me off guard that she would leave naked but what should I expect from a girl at a place like this.
I got up out of bed and went to the bathroom. What was I going to do? I vaguely remember telling Mr. Furgenson that I was going to fuck him later so I could get this job. But I said that so I wouldn't get raped and possibly thrown out in the middle of no where. Did it make sense to me that he would even allow me to stay after that? A bell rang that was above my door as I exited the bathroom. I was wondering what that was when I saw my clothes on a luxurious chair. How pitiful, all I had was a spaghetti strap top, a short skirt, my black thong, my socks, and sneakers that I wore into the place several hours ago. I didn't even have a bra because they were all in my car when it was stolen. I didn't bother getting dressed it was rather comfortable compared to what the heat must have been outside. I opened the closets to disappointment when I saw that they were all empty.
Going back to the bed I pulled the covers up and thought about my situation some more. I have no money and this place is a whore house instead of a strip joint like I thought it was. I had convinced myself I could be a stripper when I was walking here, could I convince myself I was a prostitute? I had never had any reservations about sex before. I had slept with men and stolen money from their wallets in the last year. Was this any different? I had used the men for both pleasure and money, the idea of them paying willingly isn't that much of a difference.
My mind drifted to the last time I had sex, it had been three weeks ago, and a man hit on me at a gas station and invited me out to dinner. I figured it was a free meal and showered and changed at a truck stop before meeting him. He had been a hunk, but the tan line on his finger told me he was lying when he told me he was available. I closed my eyes and my hand strayed towards my breast, my nipple was hard and the sheets felt like heaven against it. He brought me back to his hotel after dinner, and we were naked and sweaty in no time. I usually don't spend the night, but this man made me feel safe and I hadn't slept in a bed in a while. In the morning I was up and gone with his wallet by 5 am. I used his credit card once to fill up my gas tank around the corner from the hotel, took the cash out, and slipped it into the car that we went out in last night.
I tried to convince myself that there really wasn't a difference with what I did there and being a prostitute. Carrie came back into the room with some eggs, toast, and juice. "It's a little past 1 pm but I figured you would want breakfast." She said as she set the plate down on a table in the corner. I pushed the covers off myself and went to eat as she went over to the nightstand and set the clock to a couple of minutes after 1. She came back to the table and sat next to me. We were both still naked and I didn't care that Carrie was looking me over. My long black hair was a mess, and my green eyes were still red and sore from being outside in the desert all morning. I caught her looking at my 36C breasts but she didn't care that I saw her looking there and then down to my shaved pussy. "I talked to Mr. Furgenson," she continued, "he wants me to make sure you are ready for him within the hour, go over how this place works, and then ready for customers tonight."
I looked at her briefly before lowering my eyes back to my plate. "I don't know if I can do this."
I think Carrie could tell I didn't know this was a brothel when I 'applied'. "Listen," she said, "why don't I tell you how this place works and then you can decide what you want to do." I nodded and she continued, "The girls that work here do it because they want to. Some were desperate when they showed up, just like you, but they have grown to love their job. Many girls stay here a short time make some money and leave, others stay until they can't work anymore. You would not believe how many Johns come here that want a mature motherly figure."
I gagged a little bit, "Gross! That is just... ugh." I shook my head and Carrie laughed at me.
"What happens is when that bell rings like you just heard, a customer has entered the building and wants to see some available girls." She pointed to the bell that I had noticed earlier that was more like a modern door bell than an actual bell. "Sometimes they ask if a certain girl is available and then you will be called in your room if you don't already have a customer already, or if you don't feel up to it right away you can tell them when you are available next. The one thing though, is that this place is strictly anonymous. You call all the men Johns and all the female customers Janes. So if someone requests you, even if it's a regular, you won't know until you go meet them out front."
