Catching Up With Chloe Ch 04

Jessica woke up, having slept much better than she expected in an unfamiliar bed. In Chloe's bed - no, for the next couple of weeks, it was

her

bed.

It was so different from her usual life - posh sheets, fancy house, waking up to the sound of people walking by and the sun as it struck her face through the designer blinds. There was none of that here, no - the sheets were old, the flat was disgusting, and even the sun felt a bit colder than it normally did.

But Jessica didn't give a shit about that, not at this moment - to her, this was

exciting

. She'd spent a night in the flat, her flat until this arrangement was over, and that somehow made it all real once again.

She couldn't believe that she'd slept for as long as she had. It wasn't even like they'd had a packed night - Jessica had insisted that Chloe get an early night so she was ready for work tomorrow, and her friend had obliged. They'd ordered a takeaway, and Jessica went to bed, falling into a deep sleep as soon as her head had hit the pillow.

She assumed that Chloe was sleeping elsewhere in the flat. Maybe she had been. As Jessica sat up in bed, she noticed that some of the work clothes she'd bought were gone.

Jessica brushed some of the strands of hair from her face, and she was momentarily surprised by the colour until she remembered that she was now a blonde. Immediately, she was awake, feeling a familiar tingle of excitement run through her.

She got out of bed - she was wearing some of Chloe's old pink pyjamas, a top and shorts, and there were some fluffy slippers left for her. She slipped her feet in, noticing that her toenails were now pink too, and she headed for the living room.

"Chloe?" she asked. "You about, Chloe?"

She saw a piece of paper on the kitchen table with her name on it - she picked up it and read it:

Hey Jess,

So sorry, I wanted to be here today. But it's my first day at the new job, and I didn't know how long it takes to get there, and I wanted to be early, so I've made a move - hopefully I won't fuck it up! When you go to work, don't do anything I wouldn't do!

Thanks again for helping me, Jess - you're the best friend I could ever ask for!

See you later!

Chloe

Jessica finished the letter and smiled - she was genuinely thrilled for her friend, and she knew that she would do amazing.

As to her

own

day, she was getting butterflies already.

She imagined Chloe's smiling face as she wrote those words, 'don't do anything I wouldn't do', and she wondered what she

would

wind up doing.

It was a couple of weeks, and she had a very good sense of what those weeks would entail.

The urge for a cigarette crept into the back of her mind. It wasn't a craving, far from it, she thought - rather, an effect of the lingering smoke in the air in this flat. Still, why not indulge herself for these few weeks?

She returned to the bedroom, remembering that Chloe had left a pack on the dressing table, eager to make use of it.

—

She was so excited when she left the house, beginning the route that Chloe had shown her yesterday - the route that would take her to the House of Virtue, and her first day of working in the place.

Jessica had got dressed, and it had taken her a long time - she couldn't believe quite how turned out she got digging through Chloe's wardrobe, looking at all of her friend's clothes and figuring out what to wear. Chloe had told her that, while she was there, she should think of the clothes and all the things as her own -

that

was a very exciting prospect indeed.

Chloe warned her not to get dressed too fancy in the flat. 'Save that for work', she said, 'you can get changed there'. And then she'd laughed: 'Don't give it to the fuckers on the street for free.'

In the end, Jessica opted for what she thought was a casual outfit - a pair of ripped jeans, a worn pink spaghetti-strap top, and a pair of white scuffed trainers. She'd thought, as she got dressed, that every piece of clothing had lived a long life, and that was an exciting idea - what adventures had Chloe got up to in these clothes?

There was a bit of a chill in the air, so Jessica also opted to borrow one of Chloe's coats - it was grey and plastic, with fake fur around the hood. She put her hands in the pockets as she set off, and found an old lighter - that reminded her to grab one of the packs of cigarettes before she left, and why not have a smoke on the way?

She couldn't quite believe it, but he was still sitting there in that familiar seat.

"Are you always here?" Jessica asked Sid. "Don't you ever fucking leave?"

Sid smirked at her, and then his eyes opened a little with surprise.

"Is that

you

, darling? Fuck me, I thought you were a fit one anyway, but look at you now - this is something else. You look, well-"

Jessica knew what he was grabbing for, and she filled in the blank: "Like Crystal."

Sid smiled at her.

"As I live and breathe."

He folded his arms, and leant back in his chair.

"Thing is," he smiled, "I need to know you're properly serious about this, you get me."

She raised an eyebrow.

"I mean, you might

look

like Crystal, darling, but I need to know it ain't just on the surface. I got a business to run, and I can't have you fucking it up by being miss prude on a shift, you understand?"

"So what do you want me to do?"

He smirked at her, and inched backward in his wheely chair. Her eyes instinctively tracked downwards, and they remained there when Sid finally exposed his bottom half. When he revealed that his giant cock was free, hanging outside of his trousers, practically quivering with excitement as Jessica's eyes sized it up.

"I knew you wanted it that night, but you were little miss high and mighty then," he said. "No excuses now, though, darling - get over here and show me what you can do with that mouth of yours."

She hesitated slightly.

"I ain't got all day,

Crystal

."

Hearing him use that name did it. She might have been wavering before, but the opportunity to be Crystal - to do the kind of slutty, naughty things that Crystal did - overrode any other thoughts, pushing all those pesky Jessica objections from her mind.

She wandered around the desk, and knelt on the floor in front of the smirking Sid.

She didn't need telling twice. She'd decided to leave her hesitation with Jessica - she was Crystal now, and Crystal wouldn't wait to wrap her plump lips around his cock, and start eagerly sucking him off. It was a different woman who got into it, and who felt a smile creeping into the corners of her mouth when she heard Sid's noises of pleasure. She got faster, using her hands to play with his cock and balls. And, when Sid grabbed the back of her head to force her to deepthroat him, she was excited to gag on him.

"I'm gonna cum, Crystal," he grunted, "and you're gonna wear my cum like the whore you are."

He withdrew his cock from her mouth, and started wanking himself off over her. She knew what to do - she'd seen enough Crystal videos to know that, when a man wanted to give you a facial, you knelt there and you took it. She even stuck her tongue out, and started making noises of pleasure, just to get him going even more.

Then he came, exploding and coating her face with his cum.

"You know what, darling?" he leered at her. "I had my doubts, but I think you might fit in round here after all."

She remained on her knees, a little stunned at what she'd so easily and unthinkingly done. Sid stroked her cheek with his finger, collecting a little of his cum. And then he presented it to her, casually. Jessica knew what was expected, and she responded, wrapping her lips around the finger sucking the cum off it.

Sid laughed under his breath.

"Good girl," he said, "good girl. And when you've done that, clean up my cock as well, why don't you? Looks like there's been a whore round it."

She burned with shame, and with a sexual fury that she'd never known herself capable of.

***

Sid showed her around that increasingly familiar building, and he didn't even let her wipe the rest of the cum off her face before she got the guided tour.

She knew some of the hallways, some of the rooms and bedrooms in which men paid to fuck and have their way with whichever women they chose. She remembered how grimy and grotty it all was, and how hot it made her then.

It was starting to have that effect again.

There was a sudden grunt from one of the rooms, sounding like a man cumming and hard - Jessica was startled, while Sid barely reacted. Instead, he just chuckled at his companion.

"You leap every time a fella fucks a girl, you ain't gonna last long in this job, are you?" And then, for good measure: "Of course, darling, maybe the punters who fuck you will like it - you gotta do what they like, remember."

He was talking about her fucking people - she liked how it made her feel, and she wanted to hate that she felt that way. But, honestly, she didn't. Somehow, the lack of shame made everything hotter - here, she was just a cheap whore, performing and getting fucked. No-one knew her in her former life. In here, Jessica Beckinsale didn't exist - no, she was Crystal.

"

Anything

they like?" she asked Sid, half inquiring, half teasing.

He smirked at her.

"You set your limits, Crystal - you can always say no," he shrugged. "But the best girls don't have them - you want clients, you tend to be accommodating, you get me? That's the thing about Crystal - she

always

accommodates, and all the men want her. You wanna stand in, you gotta understand that."

He didn't wait for a response. He turned and walked away, and Jessica instinctively followed him - he was in charge here, and she understood that. This was his world at the moment, but it would fully be hers soon enough.

Sid led the way to a pair of doors, through which the sound of distorted music was audible.

"This ain't the way that you're coming in, but I'll show you the room anyway."

He pushed on one of the doors, and led Jessica in.

This was it - this was the stage. Somehow, although Jessica had never been in a strip club in her life, it was everything she'd imagined and more. It was not in itself particularly glamorous. There was a large stage in the room's centre, connected via a catwalk to a smaller stage at the back. A single woman was on it - blonde, half-undressed, dancing around a pole as music seemed to blare from the ceiling - and there were smaller, similar podiums about the room that were currently empty. Jessica could also see a bar and a lot of tables and chairs angled towards the stages - they were mostly empty, although she imagined that that would be far from the case come the evening.

"Your stage," he smiled at her, "and your chance to display the goods, let the punters know what they might be playing for. You dance, you give them a show, and if they pick you for a bit of entertainment - well, let 'em pay, that's what I say. Now, Crystal, there's a girl that the punters always wanted to get to know a bit better, you get me? You've got big shoes to fit, darling, but you ain't gonna let me down, are you? You ain't gonna screw me over, I know it - you're a natural whore if I ever saw one."

She wanted to protest, to disagree, but she couldn't. She knew he was right - fuck, his cum on her face told the world as much. She wasn't ashamed of that, though, not one bit. No, after a lifetime of being a work-conscious prude, she

loved

thinking of herself as a whore who played by no-one's rules.

"Come on, I've a few more things to show you. Places you need to know, you get me?"

Sid released the doors and they swung shut, to what was a surprising amount of disappointment on Jessica's part. It was sordid and horrible, yes, but she was looking forward to getting up there tonight.

Sid led her down another dirty hallway, and then they stopped outside one of the floors. He pointed at the door as he spoke.

"209," he said, "remember it, darling. 209 - that's

your

room. You wanna do a bit of entertaining, that's where you're heading. In there, do whatever you want. Let them fuck you, or you fuck them, if they're kinky fuckers. Be spanked, give them a lap-dance, a blow-job - hell, I don't give a shit if you wanna snort coke off their cocks, if they're paying for the privilege. They pay for it, and you do it. It's simple, right? None of your high and mighty dealings here," he smirked at her, "we always aim to give the customer what they want, you got it?"

Fuck, she thought, it was suddenly real.

"I got it," she said, a wave of fear and excitement ran through her.

Sid smiled his biggest, toothiest smile at her.

"That a girl! That kind of attitude, you're gonna fit in a treat round here. Come on, let's go meet the rest of the girls, Crystal."

The final room was a very familiar one - one in which she'd changed that night she went out with Chloe to the club, swapping her depressing conservative outfit for one belonging to her friend so they pretty much matched. She was thrilled by that - fuck, if she'd known how much they would go on to match, she'd have cummed so hard that night, she'd never have walked out of this room in the first place.

"This is the girl's changing room, darling, and this is where you hang about, waiting for your turn to put on a show. Help yourself to any of the outfits - my girls, my entertainers, we're all just one big happy family, ain't we?"

Some of the girls smiled at him, some of them put on faces of mock pleasure, but they all agreed. She wondered how many times Sid had said that before.

One of them, a redhead barely wearing a bra and skimpy miniskirt, walked over and sized up Jessica. She towered over the new blonde, helped by the six-inch heels on her feet, and she seemed unimpressed.

"Who the fuck's this, Sid?" she asked. "You never said you were getting anyone new?"

There was accusation in her tone but Sid, as always, just laughed it off.

"Our old Crystal's taking a little break, Amber," he smirked. "So we got a new one, ready to cover for her."

"Just for the next few weeks," Jessica quickly added, and then regretted having done so.

Sid smiled: "Right, just for the next few weeks, that's how it'll be. So I need you girls to make her welcome, alright? Help her out, show her some tricks, right? Make sure her time here is fucking amazing," he chuckled to himself, "and amazing fucking."

The women mumbled that they would, and Sid looked at Jessica.

"Right, Crystal, your first shift's tonight, and I want you to get ready. Hang around, have a fag and a drink and whatever else the girls recommend. Get dressed, and get ready, and then you're gonna earn a load of money like a cheap whore for me."

He smiled, and he leant forward, so his mouth was next to Jessica's ear.

"Sound good,

Jessica

?" he whispered to her.

Hearing her name sent waves through her - of panic, of realisation, of excitement. Jessica couldn't do this, not at all, but she wasn't Jessica, not here.

"Sounds good, Sid," she said, "and the name's

Crystal

."

Sid chuckled and wandered off, leaving Jessica to the mercy of the other women. It was Amber who took charge, and as she spoke, Jessica got the vibe that the redhead was a real dominant personality, just like Chloe.

"So," she said, "you're meant to be Crystal, are you?"

Jessica gulped: "Yeah, I am."

Amber laughed at her.

"You can fuck right off, blondie. I know Crystal, and you ain't nothing like her."

Jessica knew that there were two ways to play this. There was her way - the kind, polite, understanding HR speak that she fell into all the time. And then there was Crystal's way - not putting up with any of the redhead's shit.

Well, she was Crystal now, wasn't she?

"I am," she said, feeling surprisingly cocky, "and if you don't think so, you can fuck right off."

There was silence in the room as the other woman looked on in shock, wondering how Amber would react to the blonde woman. Jessica had a moment's panic, but that quickly passed as Amber's stern expression gave way to a friendly chuckle.

"Mouth on you, you could be that bitch," she laughed. "You wanna fag, or something a bit stronger?"

Jessica took her up on the offer, and was surprised at how much better she felt after a quick smoke. She was conscious that the women in the room, even as they went about their business getting ready, were watching her. And Amber was sitting in front of her, watching her too. Studying her, almost.

The redhead ashed her cigarette, and exhaled in Jessica's direction.

"You've never done this before, have you?"

Jessica was unsure how to respond, and wondered what Chloe would do. Instinctively, she thought that she should lie - clearly, Amber was expecting her to.

"Don't bullshit me, blondie. Me and Crystal, we don't lie to each other."

Jessica gulped.

"No, never."

"You scared?"

"Yeah," she was honest now. "Scared, but excited."

Amber chuckled, and placed her hand on Jessica's arm.

"We all were, blondie. But you've got friends here, you know. I ain't gonna see you wrong - I'll show you the ropes, all the tricks, and you'll be whoring like a pro."

Jessica smiled at her new friend: "Let's do it."

***

Jessica was ready for her first night at the club, and the first port of call was getting into a new outfit. She looked at the clothes rack, at the selection of skimpy dresses and other clothes hanging down - on some of them, there was so little material, she was actually unable to make out what they were.

She wandered up to them, and ran her hand over the rail.

Somehow, touching those pieces of clothes, worn by who knows how many prostitutes as they were fucked, made it all extra real.

She wasn't sure what to wear - she glanced in Amber's direction, and the redhead picked up on the cue, and came over to her. She looked over the clothes, and selected a few items by removing their coat hangers. Jessica scanned them as Amber picked them out - there was a very mini miniskirt, and some kind of tiny top. A golden bra with hints of sequins followed - given its size, it seemed more substantial than the top. The redheaded performer then knelt down, and picked out some boots too - they were black, leathery, and they'd clearly lived a life too.

Everything was used - it should have been sordid, disgusting, but Jessica found it all exciting. This

was

a dirty life, after all, one in which women were used like meat, and she wanted to experience it all.

"Feel free to get changed here, Crystal," Amber said, "no-one will give a fuck. Might as well get used to getting your body out, flashing your tits and your pussy to anyone who wants to look. Sooner you stop caring, that's one thing to give a fuck about - you can focus on giving a good fuck, and loving the fuck. When you can do that - and the original Crystal could - you'll be a fucking

star

."

"Fuck yeah," Jessica said, involuntarily.

And she got a massive smile from Amber in response.

"Right, get changed - you're gonna be on the clock soon."

Jessica didn't need to be told twice. She stood next to the empty dressing table where Amber had deposited the clothes, and she stepped out of the trainers. She rolled the tight ripped jeans down her legs, and removed the strappy top. She stood there for a moment in Chloe's black bra and pants, and Amber crossed her arms.

"You wanna lose those too - I've got some spares for you. You don't want functional stuff - the johns can stay home with their wives for that. You need to be more exciting - you gotta be something worth coming out for, so the men want to cum, you get me?"

Jessica nodded, and removed her underwear.

It hit her - she was standing there, naked, in a brothel. She was naked, and she was naked because she was preparing to get fucked for money. How had this happened? She was only doing a favour for a friend - things had spiralled quite rapidly.