Three weeks after my first visit I was once again at the door of the large house on the dark quiet street, half a city away from where I might be recognised. My fear of what I would find inside had gone, but I was still keen not to be spotted, and as I knocked I saw a man some distance away heading in my direction. He was too far away to be clear, but the pause while I waited for an answer still seemed to stretch for longer than was comfortable. Finally I could hear footsteps in the hallway, and the door was opened.
"Hi. Oh, it's Daniel isn't it?"
"Hi Heidi, well remembered! I've only been here once."
"Come in then, follow me."
Once again we climbed the stairs I remembered. I was disappointed that Heidi wore jeans today, so there was no chance of a flash of her underwear, though the sight of her ass only a couple of feet in front of my face was still a cheap thrill. When we reached the landing she again took me to one of the doors that led off it, though a different one this time. This bedroom was smaller than the one I'd previously seen and the terracotta walls gave it a darker feel, especially as the only light came from a bedside lamp. An upright mirror stood in one corner, there really wasn't space for anything else. The place was clean but felt seedy, as I'd initially imagined a brothel might.
"Who would you like to see, Daniel? Joanne's here today but she's with a client at the moment, she'll be 10 minutes or so. We've also got a new girl called Sarah - she's blonde, petite, pale skin, 34A bust. She's also busy at the moment but should be finished soon. Or if you'd like to spend some time with me I can see you now."
I was definitely tempted. I'd almost chosen Heidi before, she was outgoing and friendly, and as I looked at her tanned girl-next-door face, and the black bra that was clearly visible through her thin white cropped shirt I was certainly turned on. If this had been my first visit I'd have been very happy to learn more about her. Perhaps there might yet be other chances..?
"Thanks, but I'd like to see Joanne again. Do I wait here?"
"You do, we try to keep the men from seeing each other. No problem, I'll send her in when she's free. There's some bottles of water under the bed if you want a drink. Maybe next time for me?" and she winked as she left.
For a few minutes I sat on the bed. Now that I had a chance to look around the room I was starting to like it. There was definitely something erotic about the dim light, and I noticed a small painting of a naked woman hung on the wall directly over the headboard. I walked around the bed and in the far corner of the room lay a small discarded pair of black panties. What stories could they tell?
There were voices on the landing - one male, one female. The words weren't quite audible, then I heard someone descending the stairs and leaving. I thought I could hear water running somewhere, so perhaps one of the women was freshening up after their last customer - maybe there wasn't much longer to wait.
The door opened and Joanne walked in. Today she was fully dressed, her long slender legs in a pair of sheer white tights, ending in a pair of black stilettos. Her upper half was covered by a tight, stretchy light blue dress with spaghetti straps which came to halfway down her thighs, and contrasted with her ebony skin. Her hair was tied back, highlighting the glittery green eye shadow that she wore. A tiny black handbag hung from one shoulder.
"Daniel! You came back!"
"I did promise I would."
I stood to greet her and she hugged me, planting a kiss on my cheek. Her right hand reached down and gave my backside a playful squeeze.
"Have you come back to treat yourself again? How long would you like me for?"
"Another hour would be good."
"Mmm, good idea. Gives you time to enjoy yourself properly. Same service as last time or a little more?"
"You never told me what a little more included."
"That's how to tempt you back! You know how much for full service and oral. For another £20 you can go down on me. And for another £20 you get a surprise. But I know you'll like it."
I laughed: "I want all of that. Are you trying to clean me out?"
"I'm a hooker, honey. But once you pay me I'm all yours. And you already know I'm good."
There was no denying that. I handed over a handful of banknotes, this time she didn't leave the room but simply stuffed them into her handbag which she placed under the bed. Clearly she trusted me now. She stood up again and placed her arms around my neck, like a teenager at a school dance.
"For the next hour I'm all yours, baby. And I know you won't be so shy this time. So tell me what you want."
"Mmm. Undress me. Everything."
"You're the boss."
First she knelt down and quickly slipped off my trainers and socks. Next she stood up and slowly began to unbutton my shirt from the top. As she worked her way down a hand slipped inside and gently rubbed my chest, the fingers exploring and stroking my nipples. By the time she'd taken the shirt off and thrown it into a corner I could already feel myself starting to grow hard. She kissed and licked my neck.
