"You look a little-lost darling; I'm guessing you're not here for a little action babe?" The woman laughed as she leant on the edge of the open car window.
Emily's blush was unseen in the dark dimly lit street. She had been driving up and down the long road for the last thirty minutes. Firstly, trying to decide which girl might be the best to stop and secondly to pluck up the much-needed courage.
"I give directions for free, but anything else will cost ya," the woman said with a toothy smile. "We don't get many women down here, especially not rich looking babes driving expensive cars like you," she added with a little laugh.
"How much do you charge?" The words stammered out in a whisper as if trying not to let anyone hear. Not that there was anyone within two hundred yards.
"Fifty for a hand job, seventy for oral and both together I'll do a hundred. Special discount as you're a pretty one."
Emily gulped and felt herself judder at the thought of another woman touching her.
"Okay, both." Emily blurted out quickly before she lost her nerve.
It was a ridiculous amount of money to pay, but the women seemed to have what she needed - the right mix of age, clothes and just a hint of dirty.
The prostitute jumped into the car, and it moved off quickly as she directed to an old hotel. It had seen better days, the sign flickered randomly, the dirt covered a once cream paint, and the windows half boarded. They pulled into the car park and stopped in the dark corner under the branches of an overgrown oak tree.
The prostitute introduced herself as Gail as she offered her hand. Emily went to shake it. "That'll be a hundred babe," she said laughing at the futile polite gesture to shake hands.
Emily gave a faint smile, too nervous for anything else, as she grabbed her purse from the pocket in the door.
"Why don't you pop your panties off, if you're wearing any that is, and drop the seat?" Gail said pushing the money down the inside of her ankle boot.
"No, I just want to talk."
"Look, babe, you've got thirty minutes and how we spend that time is up to you. Personally, a hundred for a chat is a might bit much."
"No honestly, I just want some information."
"Suit yourself, but if you change your mind, I can assure you it will much better than any boyfriend or husband will ever give you."
Emily blushed the whole time she explained that she was researching a character for a new stage play currently in production. She wanted some help with clothes, language, mannerisms. "I want my character to be as real as possible."
Gail stared at the women sat in the driver's seat a moment without reply. She had been on the game for five years now, and this was a first even for her. Not that there were any firsts left when it came to sex though.
"I guess I could teach you one or two things them posh schools and drama classes couldn't."
Emily felt a significant relief at her words. It had been a long day since she came up with the mad idea and an even longer ten minutes in the car explaining it.
"Does the thought of being a hooker turn you on? Gail asked. "Are you excited now?"
The blush said everything. The conversation quickly deflected elsewhere.
"I want to look authentic, a real trashy pro who would take a punter down any alley for a quickie," Emily explained looking down nervously away from the almost lustful stare of Gail.
"So, Miss high and bloody mighty actress picked me because you think I look a cheap tart, good for nothing except a quick fuck or suck in the alley."
"Gosh, look I'm sorry, the words came out wrong. I didn't mean you looked that way. I chose you because I could see you weren't too young and had experience."
Gail gave a big laugh. "Yeah, I got experience alright. Ok, Miss la-de-dah I guess I can help. You come back tomorrow night, say eight, and I'll show you a few tricks, might even let you watch me with a trick."
Emily felt yet another shudder in her shoulders at the words, yet also rising excitement, realising that her wild idea might actually happen.
"Ok, a few things to remember. No posh clothes or jewellery," Gail said grabbing her wrist and looking at the gold bracelet. "No handbags or purse or money."
"Ok, I get it. Best be safe."
The prostitute laughed once more. "No, you don't get it, babe. Safe would be staying in your nice apartment across town. And no car, leave it at home and get a taxi or bus."
With those words, she was out the car and across the car park.
*****
Emily was on edge all afternoon, the constant reminder about what had happened and what tonight might bring popped into her head at random moments. Little things would trigger those naughty thoughts that would make butterflies in her tummy, and further down. Luckily her morning had been busy with her agent and a meeting at the bank. Now she was trying, somewhat in a tizzy, to pick out plain clothes. It was worse than trying to decide a dress for a formal engagement.
One empty wardrobe later and a pair of plain navy trousers and a plain black blouse are hanging on the back of the bathroom door as she took a shower. The washing of her naked body triggered it all over again. Nipples aching, her senses alive as she soaped all over. She left between her legs until last, knowing the first rub of her hands would determine whether it was a five-minute shower or a ten minute one.
The avoidance of touching between her legs in case she went off pop. Her friend in college had always used the words 'going off pop' when describing their overactive sex lives, Emily had just listened, cringing at the vulgarity, yet secretly inside her heart would flutter sending sensation southwards.
The drizzle of the water on her thighs, the soap bubbles slathered across her hot sex were bringing her ever closer, despite the voices inside chit chattering this was not supposed to happen. It was close, but thankfully she managed to keep her senses under control.
A little after seven the taxi picked Emily up from her apartment. Her tummy felt squishy with nerves, and her breathing was a little ragged. In the shower earlier, the touches on her thighs had made her acutely feel very sexy, it mixed with nerves to give a most unusual and unknown sensation. She had entirely no idea what would happen tonight, but that uncertainty was what made it so amazingly thrilling.
The taxi stopped a few streets away. Emily's destiny with a whole new experience. Hoping the look would not attract too much attention, in fact, wishing for no attention. No make-up except a little neutral lipstick, no jewellery and the only money was in the black everyday flat shoes. It had felt a little weird when first put there, but now it was overtaken by other thoughts.
Emily went to look at her watch, which wasn't there. With no idea of what time it was, she stopped on the corner of the street. The street where she was about to get her first taste of an adventure that would lead god knows where in the next few hours. The crazy idea to help her in preparing for her newest, and possibly most prominent role to date sprung out of nowhere one night in bed. The character had been keeping her awake for a few hours, always nagging at her, was it the right part for her, was she taking on too much. Everyone, from the Director who had picked her, her Agent, and her friends had said it was right, but as usual, Emily had self-doubts aplenty. That was until, well her wandering mind, came up with the mad idea to see first hand what it was like with a real prostitute.
She could see a couple of girls further down on the opposite side, but neither looked even vaguely like Gail. A car pulled up, Emily suddenly panicked, maybe he thought she was 'open for business'. Turning her back she hoped it would go away. It didn't, and she wondered what it was doing. A furtive look over her right shoulder told her that he was talking on his mobile. A deep breath and a sense of relief came rapidly over her.
Gail slowly sauntered out of the darkness and towards the figure stood lost on the corner. Emily was so relieved when she saw her new friend.
*****
The inside of the hotel was interesting, to say the least. It was a cross between early Victorian and late decay. The wallpaper was brown, probably not its original colour, the carpet threadbare and the smell made your eyes water. Emily trod very carefully up each of the wooden steps for fear of treading in something she couldn't see as the lights were none almost existent.
A door opened along the corridor, and a young woman in a dirty white dressing gown stood with a cigarette hanging out of her red smeared lipstick lips as a short, rotund man scurried out buttoning up his jeans. Gail and the girl nodded and smiled only to each other as they passed, the need for words was superfluous.
The room was like the rest of the hotel, dark and dirty. It had a king size bed with a big box of condoms on it, a stand-up shower and a once white toilet in the corner. The room wreaked of stale sweat, piss and sex. It looked like it had not seen a vacuum in a good few years and a duster would have gotten lost in the dust. Emily adjusted her eyes and nose to room as the door closed behind her. Another surge of shock and excitement made her judder.
Gail dropped a dirty screwed up bag on the bed. Emily wondered where it came from and what it was.
"I got you some clothes to try on. Not sure if they fit, but we can have a look and see."
After being tipped from the black bin liner and Gail sifted through them as Emily watched with her mouth agape at the short skirts, boob tubes and a pair of at least six-inch heel white boots.
"Babe if you wanna look the part I suggest you start stripping."
Emily hadn't thought about this part. Now suddenly she felt a whole lot shy and the thought of undressing in this hell hole and in front of a woman, a woman who would not hesitate in taking advantage of her given a chance.
Gail chuckled as Emily stood wondering if and where to start.
"Hey, did you think you would be following me around in those clothes?" Another laugh as she held up the boots. "No babe, tonight you're gonna look and act like a dirty whore."
Each item of clothing removed made her blush deeper and deeper. Emily, not used to undressing in front of people, let alone another woman, and a prostitute at that. The feel of her bare feet on the 'carpet' made her feel dirty, she wanted to shower, but that looked just as disgusting. She stood in just her knickers, the most unattractive pair she could find amongst the thongs she usually wore.
"Time to drop those drawers, your ladyship. We need to see the little kitty that's gonna earn us some money." Gail snickered as Emily stood trying, unsuccessfully, to cover her modesty.
Emily whisked them and put them on the bed. She cringed as she saw Gail smile and nod at her.
"Kinda like what I see. Turn around and let me feast on that ass."
