I watched the washing machine go about its business. It span around and around, it was mesmerising. Even as a child I had loved watching the washing machine.
"Susan, your eyes will go funny." My Mother used to say.
It was a long time since someone had called me that. I only went by Rebekah these days. I had picked that name for myself many years ago. It was my working name. A few of the girls called it their performance names. Just to give it a bit of class.
Not that I thought being a prostitute was such a classless thing to begin with.
My fake name also protected my anonymity, and to keep what I did as far away from my personal life as possible. Only a few very close friends knew my real name. I still preferred them to call me Rebekah though. It kept it straight in my head.
At the beginning I had divulged it out of misplaced trust to a few of my clients. A mistake that I hadn't made since.
I glanced at the clock on my phone. Only half an hour till my next appointment. I gave a little sigh. My limbs were aching, something that coffee didn't seem to cure these days.
Finally, the clothes stopped spinning. I gathered enough energy and unloaded the damp garments. In a routine I was well used to, I hung them on the wire framed clothes horse. They were mostly my working outfits, lots of lingerie, and a few special garments. With the kitchen now smelling of what was advertised as a fresh meadow, I made my way into the front room.
The flat was small. Two bedrooms, although one of them really pushed the definition of a bedroom. It did serve as a good storage room though. Most of my business was conducted in the front room. My bedroom was kept out of bounds. That was my sanctuary.
Bringing out two fresh towels I laid them on the sofa. A handful of condoms went onto the side table, and to finish my preparations I drew the blinds.
In her bedroom I stripped off. Looking in the mirror, I thought that I didn't look too bad for a woman over forty. On my online profile I knocked off a few years, no one ever noticed.
I looked over my body looking for blemishes. Satisfied, I donned a silk robe. I ran a brush through my shoulder length blonde hair, and then gave it a little puff up with my fingers. My make up was already on, but I added a little more lipstick. Lastly, I applied some lube between my legs.
The buzzer for my flat went. It was Gerald. A long time regular of mine. I was fairly certain it was his real name. Although there were so much deceit in my world that I could never be sure.
I opened up, and greeted him with a big smile. A smile I had used over and over again. Not exactly a fake one, but hardly the warm welcome I would give a real lover.
Once inside I took his face gently in my hands, giving him a long and lingering kiss.
"Hey, baby." I cooed.
He looked genuinely pleased to see me.
"Hello, Rebekah."
"Come through." I said, leading him into the front room.
There wasn't any need to ask him to shower. Gerald was always clean. He was one of my more dutiful clients who always showered beforehand. From previous meeting I knew that he was married. Whatever their relationship had evolved into resulted in a sex life that Gerald wasn't enjoying anymore. He wasn't a bad looking man, early fifties and a full head of hair, that I suspected he was dying brown. Whatever his job was, was quite important, or at least he made it sound as much.
I stood politely and watched as he fumbled inside of his wallet. There was a little smile from him as he handed over the cash. With experience fingers, I fanned them out surreptitiously. Taking a quick look of the amount, before I squirrelled them away in a draw. Always get the money first, was my number one rule. Even with loyal regulars.
"It looks good on you." Gerald said, a bit more relaxed that the transaction was done.
I gave him a little twirl. The red silk robe had been his Christmas present to me. Not exactly the dream present of a car that some hookers claimed to receive, but a welcomed gift non the less. Of course he had seen me plenty of times since Christmas, but he was determined to mine as much goodwill from his gift as possible.
"Let me take your coat darling." I said, taking it and hanging it up.
Gerald took off his clothes, and folded them neatly on the arm chair. Once naked he sat back down on the couch, his face was more animated and full of life.
I straddled him, resting myself into his lap.
"So how've you been then, baby?" I asked as honestly as possible.
He talked for a few minutes about the weather and what he had been up to. His hands were lazily stroking up and down my back.
"Very busy at work, lots of cutbacks. I've had to let a lot of staff go." He said sadly. I don't know why he liked to depress himself so much.
"Anyone you knew?" I asked idly.
He shook his head, telling me he doesn't spend so much time there. Mostly just names on pieces of paper that he has to cross off.
The conversation waned, and I felt his erection underneath me. It never took him long to get into the mood. I leaned in kissing him. I always took the lead with him. His hands were moving more confidently over me now, eventually finding their way under my robe. I let out a fake moan when he stroked my bare breasts.
His cock was pressing hard against my flesh now. I climbed off of him and reached out for a condom. Quickly I put it onto his cock. Giving it a little tug to keep him hard, I climbed back on.
Putting an arm onto his shoulder I lowered my lubed up pussy onto his erection.
It was a well rehearsed routine devoid of passion and lust.
"Ohhhh." I sighed exaggeratedly.
He had never been the most imaginative lover. Not that it really mattered at all to me. I rode him. My hips rising and falling, his hands massaging my tits as he slowly made his way to an orgasm.
It was always tricky to judge what types of noises my clients liked. Some liked their hookers to be realistic, and some wanted the full porn star experience. With Gerald and most of the married men I fucked, I kept it as realistic as possible. My moans were reserved and constant.
I felt his grip slacken and his breathing quicken. He was close, I thought.
It was a lie to say that I never enjoyed sex with my clients. A lot of time they did genuinely make me cum. There were even a few that I got excited about seeing. Not Gerald though. He was more of an easy pay day.
His face went bright red, and he let out a long whine. It was comical in a way. I did my best to show her pleasure as he climaxed.
With the hour he had payed for complete, he gave me a big kiss goodbye.
**********
I decided to have a nap on the couch. I had no more clients today. Just as I was drifting off my buzzer went.
I swore.
As I went to answer it, I thought it was probably Gerald. He must have forgotten something.
Then I paused. There had been a pimp sniffing around me lately. Trying to get me to work for him. I wondered if it was him. He was the type to intimidate girls until they complied. Scaring off punters outside girls places and other nasty things.
I was fiercely independent. I didn't want a guy taking a share of my cut.
I had to answer it in case it was Gerald.
With a little hesitation I pressed the button.
It was a girl's voice. She said she knew me and that she wanted to speak. I was a little suspicious, but reluctantly buzzed her up.
I recognised her as I opened the door.
Her name was Pippa. She had been with Jim. He was a regular of mine. Although I hadn't seen him in a while.
"What do you want?" I asked keeping the door half open.
"Just wondering if I could buy some cocaine?" She asked nervously.
I didn't see why not. Jim had bought some off me in the past. It was something I did on the side for a few clients.
"Come on in." I said, and let her though.
"Jim not with you?"
"No, we broke up." She said. I wasn't entirely convinced they were having a regular relationship.
They had both come here and Jim had paid to take some pictures of me and her together. Some of which Jim had sent me a few days later. Afterwards we both sucked him off. My guess was that they were in a sugar daddy type situation. She was half his age after all. Who was I to judge.
She did look very pretty. Short dark hair. Great body. Quite busty. I would kill for a pair of tits like hers. Her face looked a little more gaunt than before, but I think it added to her charm.
I went into my bedroom to get the drugs with Pippa following me.
"Just the one?" I asked, opening the draw.
"Yeah."
Next to my money I had a half a dozen bags of the stuff. I picked one out for Pippa.
"This okay?." I said, holding the baggie up.
She nodded and started to fish around in her purse.
"I've got plenty more if you need to come back again." I said. It was always good to get new clients that I didn't have to sleep with.
Pippa held out a few notes to me.
"Oh darling, that isn't enough." I said. What a shame, I thought.
She looked very downcast. "Maybe I could have half?" She asked pleadingly.
I shook my head. "I can't really split the bags sweetie. The next person won't want half a bag."
I felt a bit embarrassed for her.
"I can pay you back soon." She said.
I just shook my head. You had to be strict about this sort of thing.
"Please." She begged. "I've got a job, the money isn't a problem."
"Well obviously it is." I said, getting slightly annoyed. "Come back with the right money, okay."
She let out a sigh. "I've just started working in a bank. They won't pay me till the end of the month."
I shrugged. There was no point arguing anymore.
She made another pathetic attempt to change my mind, but I was firm. I suggested she pawn something to get some money together, but she told me she had already done that for rent.
As she left I felt sorry for her. I was used to dealing with men, and she did seem like a sweet girl. My sympathy for a girl in need got the better of me.
"Wait a sec hun."
She turned with a nervous smile on her face.
"Maybe we can work something out." I said.
This brightened her up.
I explained what I had in mind. She was very reluctant at first, but her wants overcame her morals.
I took her number and told her I would be in touch.
