As the street opened out wide in front of her, Lucy slowed her pace. She was still unsure of whether she should be here, whether she was really going to go through with this. It had only been a small advert in the back of the paper, hidden amongst the blurb of mobile phone adverts and overpriced "chat" lines. "Wanted!" It had simply said, "Liberal, open minded girl for sexual exhibition. Good rates of pay."
It had been three weeks since Lucy had returned from India, and a week before that since she had last had sex. She called the number in the advert simply because she was feeling reckless and horny after this abstinence. The soft, business-like voice on the other end of the phone didn't ask any questions, simply told her to go for an audition at five o'clock today. She guessed at what kind of "audition" this would be and it excited her.
Lucy had always had quite an exhibitionist streak. This is not to say she acted up, like some howling "starlet" in a low budget grumble flick. Neither did she particularly enjoy performing for partners, stripteases and the like (best left to the professionals, she reckoned). She just loved to be watched while she was being fucked. To have people looking at her, lusting after her; to know that she was arousing them was an incredible turn on, and this always made her fuck harder, willing to descend into realms of depravity that she would not normally venture into.
So, having been tantalised by the advert, hungry for sex after so long, Lucy sauntered down Browne Street, the main road that led to Clandestine Street and the audition. She had chosen for the occasion a light, figure-hugging sky-blue dress. It was cut a few inches above the knee, made of soft linen. Low at the front, it pushed her already large breasts into an eye-catching cleavage, sweeping down over her tummy to swish around her full, rounded ass as it swayed with her sensual walk. It had been raining steadily since she left the house, and without realising it Lucy had got wet through. The dark outlines of her hardening nipples showed through the fabric of the dress, and it was apparent that she was not wearing any underwear (it would only get dirty). The dress clung to her inner thighs and briefly outlined her shaven pussy before another stride swept it out of view.
The men that walked past were examining her, she could feel it. They were trying to be subtle, but Lucy caught burning stares as she looked up, heard slight gasps as they realised the visibility and suckability of her nipples. A couple of men standing outside a shop watched her and had to adjust themselves to accommodate their growing erections. Lucy felt all of this and it spurred her on. The heat was rising to her skin, she was becoming flushed and thrilled at the thought of being seen, effectively naked, in this street in broad daylight.
The red light district was approaching, and with it Lucy's destination. This area of town was not dangerous, though it was slightly seedy, filled with forbidden desires fulfilled and furtive glances given by escaping middle class businessmen. Her pace quickened. The closer she got, the more excited she became. She slowed again as she was approached by a girl of medium height, about the same age. She had a pretty, elfin face and short blonde hair, and was wearing only hot pants and a sheer black halter-neck.
"Hello sugar," the girl cooed as she ran a manicured finger down Lucy's chest and stomach, "wanna have some fun?" Lucy paused, considering the proposition. It would be easy just to forget the audition and go and satisfy herself on this young thing's tongue. She had experimented with girls in India and found that she liked it. But after a few moments she smiled and shook her head.
"I'm not backing out," she thought as she pressed on "I want this and I've got nothing to lose. The worst that could happen is that I get a free bad fuck. But then, I guess I'm in the right place to rectify that." She looked wistfully back at the tight ass of the girl that had just approached her, then licked her lips and turned into Clandestine Street.....
"Name?"
"Lucy."
"Age?"
"Twenty two."
"That's great. OK Lucy, take your clothes off for me please."
Lucy was sitting in a large plush leather chair in a small modern office. There were no windows, and the lights were mellow. Soft carpet covered the floor and there were a few minimalist pictures on the walls, but the office was pretty bare except for the desk and the man sitting behind it. The address had turned out to be a sex emporium. Lucy, upon arriving, had been led through a shop selling adult toys and videos (she smirked as she saw items that she recognised, sighing at the memories of using them), past a fairly large auditorium and into the office at the back of the building.
She was relieved to see that the man sitting behind the desk looked young, clean and professional, having heard stories about old, fat, moustachioed men in vests running porn shows just so that they could screw all the girls. The man in front of her would not need any of that. He was in his late twenties, tall and slim, his well-cut suit showing the curves of a toned and fit body. An easy, friendly smile that matched his manner, fine cheekbones and light blue eyes were topped by short cropped, mousy hair.
He noted her look of shock at his outright request, and came out from behind the desk to reassure her.
"Lucy, I need see what you look like naked so that I know that an audience will enjoy watching you... perform." He paused before the last word, and said it with a sultry relish that quickened Lucy's breath. "Would you like me to help you?" he added with a hint of a smile. Lucy licked her lips. The silence of the office and the heavy sense of anticipation were making her skin tingle. Her body felt awake and excited at the treat she was expecting.
