My mother always said that I was an entrepreneur and after my holiday in Spain she was proven right.
I went out with my girl friend Heather on one of those budget self catering holidays that you can buy cheaply on the Internet. Neither of us had a lot of spending money but there should have been enough to last us the three weeks we were staying in Spain.
I say “should have”, because Heather managed to loose the wallet with all our money in it on only our third day in the apartment complex we were staying in. I had told her we shouldn’t take it all out with us, but Heather thinks she knows best and she ignored me and then the silly bitch went and lost it all.
I was furious with her as you can imagine. She was really upset, mainly because we had rowed over her bringing the wallet out in the first place and she knew she was totally to blame for its loss. Her green eyes were watering dangerously as we back tracked our steps in the hope we found the bulging wallet lying on the sidewalk. We didn’t of course.
“You fucking silly cow,” I said angrily to her when we finally gave up and headed back to our small two roomed apartment in the complex we were staying in, “What are we supposed to do now for the next three weeks?”
“I don’t know!” she wailed and she flung herself onto the sofa and cried which wasn’t very helpful and only made me madder.
“This is all your fault,” I said peevishly and she howled louder, mainly because she knew it was true.
“I didn’t mean it,” she bawled, “It was an accident!”
I glowered at her, for one as gorgeous looking as Heather; she was really very stupid sometimes. And I mean really stupid. Her only assets were her tits and ass, because her brains weren’t of much use. She had the body and physical assets of a model but the brains of a vegetable garden.
This thought made me smile inwardly and it was at that moment that I got the idea of how to save our holiday from sinking faster than the Titanic.
I stared at my crying girlfriend, seeing her evenly tanned flesh, her long slender legs, her thick wavy golden hair, generous mouth and beguiling green eyes. Her rounded ass was firm and pert, her tits were all her own, nature had given her a pair of real beauties. She was also shit hot in the sack, what she lacked in brain power she made up in fucking power. My cock growled in my pants just thinking about how good she looked when her pretty little ankles were around her ears.
“You made this mess,” I heard myself say loudly, “So you’re going to have to sort it out.”
“How can I sort it out?” Heather wailed looking up at me with tear stained eyes, “I don’t have any money Jake, you know I don’t, I maxed my credit card out paying for the tickets.”
“You’re going to have to earn it,” I said calmly and I sat down beside her on the sofa.
Her tears stopped. She looked at me with a puzzled expression on her face.
“It’s your fault,” I said calmly, “So you’re going to earn have the money for our holiday.”
“How?” she asked.
I told her my idea. She looked at me in horror.
“I can’t do that!” she wailed and she began to cry again.
“Oh yes you can,” I said flatly, “Unless you want us bloody starve, because I don’t even have the money to phone to ask my brother to bail us out, anyway it will teach you a really good lesson, to be more careful next time, won’t it?”
She snivelled, hiccupped, tried to protest a little bit more but she soon realised there was nothing else to be done. And it was her fault we were in this predicament.
“How will I do it?” she asked me finally and I knew she had accepted the idea.
My groin stirred, but I kept myself calm as I spoke.
“We’ll go to the bars and clubs,” I said, “I’m sure we’ll get you plenty of customers, there’s a lot of guys who would be willing to pay to fuck you, of that I am pretty sure!”
Heather licked her moist red lips.
“Are you sure?”
It suddenly occurred to me that Heather was secretly turned on by what I was suggesting. I could see it in her eyes, she was trying to disguise it but I’ve been fucking this girl for two years now, and I know her inside out, upside down.
I smiled, “Oh yes,” I said, “We can make plenty of money for our holiday selling your hot little ass, but you won’t be able to fake it, you’ll be paid for the real thing.”
She nodded her head. I stood up.
”Well you better get ready then,” I said briskly, “Wear something short and sluttish, that white dress will do, and wear a thong, oh and shave your pussy, men like that.”
I have to admit Heather did me proud. The short white dress I had suggested really did the trick, she looked so slutty, I wanted to rip it off her and fuck her silly.
It’s one of those cheap sheer numbers; it goes just below the thigh and flares out like silk. It’s sleeveless and the top part that covered Heather’s tits is so transparent you can see her pert cherry coloured nipples under it without even trying.
She wore her cream favourite four inch high stilettos and her tightest most revealing thong.
“How much do you think we will make tonight?” she asked me anxiously as we left the complex together and made our way toward the busy centre where the bars and clubs were beginning to fill up.
“Depends,” I said cautiously.
“Where will I do it?” she asked me.
”Wherever the guy wants,” I said slipping my arm through hers, “Probably in the toilets or in some alleyway out back, I’ll get the money off the guy and you go and fuck them, I’ll drum up business for you.”
“What will you charge?” I could Heather’s voice change slightly, she was getting turned on, so was I but I had a job to do. I was about to sell my girlfriend’s ass to pay for our holiday.
“Leave that to me,” I said and she nodded her head meekly. I smiled inwardly. This was going to be fun.
We found a promising looking bar ten minutes from our apartment. It wasn’t too crowded but there were a lot of potential punters for Heather’s ass. It was surprisingly easy to drum up our first lot of business, easier than I had thought, I been a bit worried at first though I hadn’t let Heather know this.
Heather’s first customer was an American boy who sidled up to us and asked Heather to dance. He was quick to realise that Heather was for sale and he gave me £20 without a word and they disappeared into the men’s toilet for 20 minutes.
Although I didn’t get to watch I could just imagine what was going on and my cock groaned in my pants.
The American boy had a grin on his face when he finally came out, he was fastening his pants and he gave me the thumbs up sign before disappearing to get himself a much needed drink at the bar. I nodded my head at him and a couple of minutes later Heather was back by my side. She was red faced, her top was crumpled. There was a trickle of cum sliding down her leg.
She sat down and I looked at her expectantly.
“Well?” I said, “Did you enjoy it?”
She blushed. I grinned.
“I hope you did,” I whispered in her ear, “Because it’s turning me on, I know we need the money but God Heather, it make me horny thinking of you being fucked by other guys, it really does!”
She swallowed hard and licked her lips.
“He was pretty good,” she admitted, “God, Jake I wish you could watch, that would be fantastic if you could watch!”
I had thought of that too but I didn’t see how I could, it was really frustrating, for both of us.
It was the one of the waiters who helped us out in that area. He came over with the drinks I had ordered and asked if he could have a word with me on my own. I left Heather sipping her drink and he took me to one side.
“I saw the American boy pay you for your girlfriend,” he said and I stiffened at his words, he smiled and shook his head, “No problem Senore, but perhaps you’d like somewhere where she can go to, er work?”
I eyed the waiter suspiciously but he explained. His name was Paulo, and he ran this bar for his Uncle. Upstairs he had two rooms, one had a double bed in whilst the other was connected to it via two way mirror.
“We make amateur videos,” he said coughing slightly, “You obviously want to make some money, well why don’t we help each other? Your girlfriend can take her clients upstairs and you can watch.”
“What do you get out of it?” I asked.
Paulo smiled broadly, “Well I get to watch too, but I’ll film her at work, my payment will be selling copies of the video, whilst you both get to take home what she makes.”
It was too good a deal to turn down. We shook hands on it.
“My uncle has four other bars all over the city,” Paulo told me, “With a similar set up, she’ll have lots of work, a lot!”
I grinned.
“I should hope so,” I said reverently, “Oh I hope so…”
Heather was a bit doubtful about the deal I had struck up with Paulo, I didn’t mention the videoing but I told her I’d get to watch and she’d have the privacy of a nice bedroom above the club to get down to business. Better than being shagged up against a wall, didn’t she think?
She did.
Paulo proved useful in getting Heather clients, and very soon Heather was going upstairs with her next customer, an English boy who paid me £20 and as they shut the bedroom door I slipped into the next room and sat down opposite the mirror to watch.
