I am a qualified Doctor, married with a loving caring husband, but my world was on the verge of collapsing around my ears and I had no one to blame but myself, my time at University was about to catch me up.
I was nineteen years old when my troubles began, I had been at University for just over a year and already my overdraft was looking pretty bad, overdrawn by £4,000 and still four years to go before I could qualify and start earning some real money. Sitting in the students bar cuddling my drink and in deep thought as to my future I was suddenly brought back to reality by my friend Jason slapping me on the back with a welcoming smile. He could tell by my face that something was bothering me and even though I didn't want to burden him with my problems being able to talk about it with someone else actually helped. By the time I had finished my tale of woe we had consumed a couple of drinks and right at this moment the world didn't seem too bad.
Jason said he knew of a way to solve my financial crisis, but that it was quite an extreme way to get money and he was very apologetic after he told me how to do it and hoped that I was not offended.
When I got home that night to my dreary bedsit, I looked at my austere surroundings and was seriously considering investigating further his suggestion, but I decided to wait until the morning to see if I felt the same way after a good nights sleep.
All through the next day I couldn't get the idea out of my head and finally late in the afternoon I decided that I would do it. Retrieving the telephone number out of my bag I dialled the number Jason had given me, after a short conversation with a gentleman on the other end of the line I arranged to go to his office first thing the next day.
As he beckoned me into his office my heart was beating faster than a train, I was having second thoughts but he soon relaxed me when he poured a refreshing cup of coffee.
"So you need some money actually a lot of money, which is why you are here. This is the deal I supply young ladies for parties and it always involves having sex, depending on how much you want to earn and how much time you have to earn it in will determine how much you can earn a week. A straightforward night with a man will get you £100, I charge £200 and you get half, so five jobs a week and that's a nice £500 for you," he said.
The money was tempting, very tempting but I couldn't afford to spend five nights a week away from my studying.
"Is there any way I could earn £500 for just one night?" I asked not expecting a positive answer.
"There is, but I don't think you would want to in all honesty but I'll tell you how. I do have loads of men on my books that like gang banging, I'm talking five men and all night and every hole will get used, that will get you £500 if that is what you are looking for."
I sat there mulling it over, five young sexy men giving me a good seeing too and I get paid for it, sounded fine to me, so I agreed that that was the way I wanted to go. He told me that as it would be my first time I had to leave a deposit of £1,000, which would be returned with payment after the event, because if I backed out at the last moment he would have to compensate the men.
My phone rang it was Mr Clemence, he told me my check had cleared and to be at the Hotel Eclipse for 7pm, room 204 on Friday.
As I entered the hotel the butterflies in my stomach were in a frenzy, I wanted to turn around and leave but I couldn't afford to lose another £1,000 and the thought of £500 spurred me on. Knocking gently on room 204 a man opened the door and I was led into the massive suite, seated in various chairs were four other men, not young sexy men that I had imagined but older men, some fat some thin but all into their late forties. I could see this was going to be harder than I first thought and was glad for the glass of wine that was offered to me.
One of them asked me my name while the others were admiring the sight before them and talking to each other about me as if I wasn't there.
The man who let me in told me to remove my clothes, slowly and with some hesitation I managed to strip off and stood before them all showing what I consider one sexy body. One of the men came towards me his hands moving up towards my breasts, as he touched my nipples I could feel the goose bumps cascade across my body causing an involuntary inhalation of breath.
"Do you like me touching you?" he asked pleasantly as the smell of whiskey on his breath hit me.
I didn't answer, I was lost for words being in this strange environment knowing that these men may be fucking me at any moment.
Eventually I replied in the affirmative and said that he made my breasts feel good, this caused an outburst of laughter that confused me.
"Young lady we are paying £200 each to have you all night anyway we want and what we don't want to hear are words like breasts, they are tits, and this down here is your cunt, do you understand," he said as his fingers continued to slide along my slit.
"I think I get the message, my tits and cunt are here for your pleasure," I replied and was pleased to see a smile on all there faces.
As I stood before them they all removed their clothes, their peckers already standing to attention and ready for action, two of them took hold of my nipples and led me into the bedroom and onto the bed.
For the next eight hours I was fucked non stop by them all, at one time I had a cock up my arse one in my cunt, one in my mouth and one in each hand as one man came another took his place, for middle aged men they were very fit.
When morning came I was covered in cum, my mouth tasted like a used condom while I could feel cum still oozing out of my other orifices. I showered and dressed but before I left each of them gave me a lingering kiss on my lips they were happy men.
Over the next two years I would offer my body up to men, always five at a time and never all the same men and that gave me the money I needed to get me through University. Yes I suppose that made me nothing better than a common prostitute, sometimes I would enjoy it and other times the men were just pigs.
Now seven years on everything I had worked for could be lost unless I was prepared to be gang banged again and for free. This all came about during my morning surgery, I didn't check whom the next patient was I just buzzed the reception and told them to send them through. To my surprise Jason walked into my room, at first I didn't recognise him, he looked extremely unkempt and many years had passed since we last met. I looked down at the file before me and right away recognised the name and warmly greeted him. Once the formalities were over Jason told me how he had ended up like he was. He had married and been very successful but his wife and child died in a car crash and he had been driving, since then he had a nervous breakdown that ended up with him living in a dirty bedsit and penniless. I prescribed him some anti depressants and he left.
A few days later I bumped into him again, his appearance had improved and the impish smile was back on his face. We stopped in a coffee bar and chatted about old times, I was feeling so relaxed when he hit me with a bombshell. He asked, actually he told me that he wanted me to perform again but for free to help him get back onto his feet. My immediate reaction was to tell him to fuck off but he continued smiling and told me that if I didn't do as he said my past escapades would be given to the newspapers and my career and marriage would be ruined.