Copyright ScottArroy November 10, 2023
The following is not a romance story but the story is written in that style. Graphic sexual encounters do not really feature but hopefully erotic elements of the story will warm you.
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"I need to find a part time job. Everything is just so expensive here."
Leaning forward my hands atop my head.
"Lena, I know where you can get minimum wage, that's twenty five bucks an hour before tax. It wouldn't impact your university studies."
"Really Rachel, that would be awesome."
"You'd get roughly one hundred dollars in your hand for each day; well actually night, you work. The work isn't too hard; there's plenty of time for study. Hours are from eight thirty until two am. You're supposed to get a half hour break so the pay slips will show dodgy times to make five hours."
"OK. Shonky but I guess it sounds alright if there is study time."
"The downside would probably be you wouldn't want people knowing where you work." Rachel lamented.
"What sort of work is it?"
I had meantally allocated the money already and feared its evaporation.
"Changing the bedsheets in up to ten rooms. Putting the used sheets in a washing machine and then a dryer."
"At a brothel?"
"A gentlemen's club but essentially; yes." Rachel confirmed.
"Oh. BUT I wouldn't be expected to do anything other than fix the beds; right."
I sought to clarify.
"Yep that's it. 'The girls' do all the sleazy stuff."
Rachel confirmed using her fingers for air quotes when saying the girls.
"How do you know about this job, Rach?"
"Keep this to yourself but I used to do it myself; before I found something more lucrative."
"Wow! I don't suppose there are jobs going for the more lucrative work. What do you do?"
"I never talk about it!"
"Never?"
"Never; but it's shit work and you wouldn't like it."
"Well changing sheets even a couple of nights a week would see me right." I ecstatically conceded.
"Will there be concerns about my nose ring and piercing?"
"Half the girls have nose piercings or rings so I can't see any issue because you have both. One girl has face tattoos with implants another has had tongue bifurcation. The girls reckon the sensations created when she does cunnilingus is beyond belief."
So that's how two weeks later I started changing sheets. It could have been a week earlier but as you might expect everybody including the cleaning staff had to submit swabs. Daily for the girls and weekly for everyone else.
To my amazement I tested positive to an STD. So I had to wait out an extra week. My friends with benefits buddy Toby got dumped as a result.
I met Toby during orientation week at a party. I had more to drink than normal. He must have too because I was the only one with a choice of one. No other guys had shown any interest in me. There was an abundance of happy seemingly unattached females.
He found a dark corner to chat. The music was loud so we stood close. We started kissing. His hands started exploring. I enjoyed his touch.
When I became concerned things were getting a little too amorous I noticed others were having sex in less secluded places. So I enjoyed the thrill of being taken leaning against a wall with my jeans at my knees.
He said
"I'll miss our trysts. You're not a dead root like so many of my other conquests."
I clearly felt special, not, after that compliment. I called him a sexual deviate to which he replied, "All my friends know that!".
I didn't! I guess that's what comes from being wanton.
Half of the private rooms had just fitted sheets with no top sheet or other bedding. The turnover in these rooms was often as short as ten minutes.
The other rooms were more decadent bedroom suites. These rooms were a minimum of half an hour but more often hourly and sometimes only needed changing just once at closing time. Drinks were often ordered from and delivered to these rooms.
Rachel had failed to mention the uniform. Black two inch (considered practical) heels minimum. Many wore four inch roughly a third opting for six inch. Black pantihose (or stockings which most of 'the girls' chose) and a short black finely pleated skirt. Mine sat mid thigh but the generally preferred length sat right at the top of the thighs just below the bum line. A ruffled white blouse with a generous reveal of cleavage to just above the belly button.
Nola, recommended a shop which provided all of the above and underwear to match. In my case a deep plunge bra only just covering my areolas. My small B cup boobs being close-set with almost no separation showed lots of middle boob.
I seriously considered going without a bra as my girls didn't need support but with that large frontal opening I figured it better to flash a bra than a nipple in the event of a wardrobe malfunction. That bra wasn't cheap though and I was short of funds which is why I took the job in the first place.
Most of the girls wore open cup or quarter cup bras but with the blouse on I appeared to be the most brazen with the possible exception of Nancy with the East-West Double G's or Paulette with her full round E cups.
The other thing Rachel failed to mention was the flirting in the hallway. The club members were quite outspoken on the way in and out of the private rooms. I lost count how many times guys wanted to make a booking with me.
I'd be lying if I said I wasn't appreciative of the attention. I never got hit on at uni or anywhere for that matter. To be fair though I never dressed with my girls or legs on display.
The rooms weren't as soundproof as one might expect. That and the pleasant stench of sex constantly keep my nipples hard and downstairs moist despite the mundane tasks I undertook.
I'd always been turned on by the smell of clean sheets. The club insisted a eucalyptus liquid wash be used to kill any nasties. To my nose, more desirous than lavender. So the pleasant smell of the rooms post or pre use had my senses hyped.
The girls were all pleasant. I had expected; bitchy, competitive and complaining. The club took thirty percent of what the patrons paid. That covered the pathologist (Rose), Nola, myself and other costs. Leaving something for the club I'm sure.
Most of the girls danced in the club. I'd call it stripping! All 'the girls' had to spend two hours serving drinks or food at some point on any day they worked. If anyone got catty, they got moved on quickly.
Apparently that's how my job became available. Unbeknown to me they were only waiting to find someone interested in the position so she could be dismissed.
I'd been working there for a month; three nights a week when Nola asked could I cover a fourth night for three weeks. It was on the first of those nights when I bumped into Rachel in the private rooms hallway.
"Busted aren't I!"
Rachel laughingly screeched.
"Wow you look good, girl! Fuck the guys must be hitting on you. No offence Lena but I never would have thought you would look so sexy. Such a different look to your sloppy joes and loose jeans."
Smiling at her words I meekly offered.
"I guess this is, the something more lucrative?"
