It had been five months since I lost my middle management job without any warning and through no cause of mine. The seemingly random event that had a cataclysmic shift on my life. The, on the surface of things profitable and sound company I worked for, had just gone bang and closed down. It had come as quite a shock there had been no warning signs that the company was in trouble. No pay that was owed for work already done and no redundancy were to be forthcoming.
Now five months later if I didn't make a mortgage payment this month the Building Society would be listing me for default, I'd missed three payments already. I was desperate and didn't know what to do or where to turn for help. There'd been a few times in my life I'd suffered adversity and had managed to battle through but this time I just couldn't see any way out.
Here I was a forty-year-old, single mother of two, who had been going along nicely, suddenly spiralling into debt, with two teenage kids to feed and support and seemingly no visible means of income, what little savings I had would soon be used up. I was desperate.
A close neighbour and good friend Sheila had just called around to see how I was coping and to cheer me up, but I was that low she wasn't having much luck.
"What's up doll, still no sign of a job?" she asked solicitously, I shook my head no.
"Shelia, there's no jobs out there that I am qualified to do, I'm either overqualified or not got the 'right skill set' as I'm so often told, that and as a middle-aged woman with kids, there are no jobs around. I know the age thing shouldn't be an issue nowadays, but deep down it is.
"I'm not going to be able to pay the mortgage this month, again. It's a pity I'm not renting, at least I could offer my landlord a blow job instead, but I don't think you can do that to a computer." I joked, bringing a smile from my friend. "She' I'm that desperate, I've even considered trying to pick up a trick on a street corner, I'm that desperate I tell you."
"Whoa, slow down, there is no way you are going to do that, that is just too dangerous to contemplate. Anyway, you're too pretty to be a streetwalker, an escort may be, and that way you'd get a meal as well," bringing some light relief. Sheila has always been able to do that for me. "There's got to be something we can find for you. Let me have a think. I have an idea but I need to speak to someone first. You are desperate right? Willing to do anything?"
I nodded my head in affirmation.
A couple of days elapsed before I got a text from Sheila asking if I was free for a couple of hours and if so then to meet her at her car in ten minutes. I was there in five.
"Karen, are you still desperate, and if so are you prepared to do anything, I know you joked about street walking, but?"
"She' I am double dog desperate, I will do anything that is legal."
"Well, what I've got in mind isn't exactly legal but not illegal either." With that, she left me to wonder what she meant and wouldn't answer any of my questions as she drove us across the city and parked her car behind an end of terrace house, that looked slightly run down. It was in a mixed terrace of shops and houses, all having seen better days, but surprisingly clean for all that.
"Come on, let's go and get you a job," Sheila said breezily as we got out of the car and locked it. Sheila made her way to the back entrance of the house and rang the bell. Strange I thought, why have a bell at the rear entrance.
The door was opened partially until the large woman who opened it recognised Sheila and allowed her to go in, Sheila quickly pulled me after her and the door was closed behind us.
"Hi Cherry," said the woman to Sheila, "you're not down to work today are you?"
"No, but I spoke to your mum about my friend Karen here and she said to come over." What the hell was going on here, and why was this woman calling Sheila by the name of Cherry.
Just then an older but much smaller version of the woman who had greeted us came through a door, greeted Karen warmly, and looked at me. "I suppose this is your friend Cherry, does she know what this is about?"
"Not really, but she is desperate and willing to do anything legal." A laugh exploded from all three women as they looked at me.
"OK, come through to the back room and I'll explain a few things, you look pretty enough," the older woman said to me. I followed her through into a small room accompanied by my friend Sheila.
"My name's..."
"Sorry sweetie, I don't want to know your name, it's better that way, I'll give you a name if you come and work for me."
I looked at Sheila wondering what the hell was going on here.
"Sunny, I think we'll call you Sunny," the older woman suddenly said, "you look like a Sunny." At that time I didn't feel very Sunny.
"Now Sunny, Cherry has told me that you need to work and that you're open-minded and adventurous," I don't remember saying that to Shelia but kept quiet intrigued to find out what was going on.
"I'll come straight to the point, Sunny, this little place is a very low key and discrete, but very successful brothel."
I couldn't speak for a while as that sunk in, I think everyone could see the shock on my face.
"I run a very select place, most of our customers are older gentlemen and they cause no problems, also they prefer the older ladies and what they can offer. Oh yes, we do have some younger girls, and clients, but not many, that's why we never have any problems with the neighbours or the police. Everything is very low key and quiet. No wild parties or orgies to upset them."
"And you think I'd be willing to work for you?" I managed to reply at last.
"Well that depends on you, doesn't it. And how good you are, but you look like a woman who would fit in here and I'd be prepared to give you a try."
I turned to Sheila, "How long have you been working here, I suppose you do work here and are not just a fucking pimp."
"Karen, I've been working here for five maybe six years and it's fine, nobody need know what you do, I mean you didn't know about me did you. I'm not going to say it's easy, it isn't. At first, you'll hate yourself, but after a while you get used to it. This place is very good, Jackie looks after her girls and as she says the punters are OK. We never ever have any problems. Most of the time it's just boring sex."
"But I'd be a whore."
"Well yes, but you did say you were that desperate you were ready to pick up punters off the street, this way is a lot safer."
Jackie had left us for a minute to make a couple of cups of coffee for all of us and when she came back there was another girl with her, about thirty, pretty as anything she was dressed in bra, panties and hold-ups.
"Sunny, this is Farrah, one of our longer-standing ladies, she joined us just about the same time as Cherry. Have a chat about anything for a couple of minutes but Farrah you've got an appointment in ten minutes and it's Paul, one of your regulars."
"OK, yeah, Paul's OK nice and easy, nothing kinky and he doesn't take too long, he's easy to deal with. Easy money A quick fuck, lie back and let him do all the work."
I spent the next few minutes talking things over with Cherry and Farrah until Jackie came back and told Farrah Paul was waiting. "See you soon, I'm sure you'll love it here," said Farrah as she left to look after her client.
Jackie then started to explain things in a bit more detail.
"Most customers are happy with a thirty-minute service but as standard, we offer forty-five and sixty minutes as well. Well, anything can be arranged for a fee. For thirty minutes the fee is £40.00, £25.00 goes to you and £15.00 to the house for admin and cleaning, that's for a standard service. You supply your own lube, wipes and condoms but towels are provided by me."
"What's a standard service consist of?" I heard myself whisper.
"G.F.E. Girlfriend Experience, you kiss and cuddle them, let them feel you up, do the same to them, act as a girlfriend to them, but a sexy girlfriend. A wank is included, oral with a condom, full sex in your pussy, any position they want, and to a finish. If they want cum on body that's included as well. But on no account are you to have full sex without a condom."
I nodded my head as Jackie continued. "Extras; oral without is £10.00, cum in mouth is £20, A levels is £30.00" I looked at her again, "A levels, anal."
"No way am I doing that," I blurted out, "I've never done that at any-time before."
"OK, you don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with, but the minimum of the extra services I expect of my ladies to provide is cum in mouth. If you can't hack that then I can't employ you, as we get a lot of requests for that. Anything else such as water-sports or rimming we can work on, just let me know and we will put it on your profile.
"I'll let you have a price of everything that we charge as extras, that way you'll know what to expect and charge. And no trying to rip the clients off or making contact with them outside of here. And never, ever call them punters not even between you and the other girls, clients or customers is fine. I let Cherry get away with it just now, but she is lucky I did. Most of all we treat our clients with respect, that way they're happy. We have no trouble, and they keep coming back."
"Well keep cumming," interrupted Cherry which brought a laugh to all of us and broke the tension and fear that I could sense in my body, and was sure was etched on my face.
"The money from the extras is all yours by the way, so the more you offer the more you make," said Sheila.
"Now Sunny you don't have to decide if you want to work here just yet but I do have a slot that you could fill nicely, and you could work with Cherry if there are any 'cheeky two girls' services asked for. It is something she excels in. Take your time, have a chat, speak to a couple of the girls and to Cherry."
