This is a continuation of a previous story titled "Introduction to Lesbian Prostitution." Part of it is true. There is a woman I know who runs a matchmaking service for bisexual women and lesbians, I have named her Lynne which is, of course, not her real name. She charges a fee for this service which technically makes it an escort service and frankly, in the eyes of some, it can be called prostitution. For some time now I have had this fantasy of selling my body and my soul to another woman for her to use as she wished. It speaks directly to the submissive inside of me. My current partner, Eden, is in France on business, leaving me alone for most of the summer. So I fill the void writing stories that are not really true but I hope they ring true for my readers.
Some parts of the story are true. Although I have not sold my sole or my body for money, I have in the past engaged in some of the activities that I write about, especially the role playing. The woman in the story, April, is someone from my past, but that is not her real name. She likes to role play and that is what this story is about except it has a fictional twist. She has paid Lynne to make the match with me and I will get a hefty chunk of that fee, turning me into a whore.
For those who have not read the previous story, I am in my late 20s, tall, slender, with long shiny brown hair, a nice bust, and a good pair of legs. I was bisexual at 14 and completely lesbian by 19. Currently I am a successful independent business woman in town and quite well known in the business community. April is in her late 30s and is the same size and shape as myself, except she has shoulder length dark red hair. She lives and works in Omaha and often comes to Lincoln on business. I assume that her husband does not know about her bisexual tendencies, but I do not know that for a fact.
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I was running late. A client kept me at the office past 5 pm. I just made it to the bar in the hotel by a little after 6 pm to meet April. I sat down at her table and said "Hi. I'm sorry work held me up but I am here now." She simply frowned in disapproval.
She was wearing a very conservative grey business suit with a long pencil thin skirt and white silk blouse with nude hose, and grey pumps. Her hair was tied up in a bun. She looked exactly like the stereotypical stern school teacher.
She just looked at me disapprovingly and said, "The pig tails are cute but where is the rest of the school girl outfit?"
"I'm sorry. I was not about to change at work and have my staff see me dressed up as a school girl and I did not think it would be appropriate to dress like one and have dinner in public. My outfit is in a suite case in my truck."
"So you have a staff. I'm impressed. You must be someone important," she remarked snidely.
"I am rather successful in business," I replied.
"So you are a successful business woman yet you whore yourself out to other women. I find that interesting. What kind of business?" she asked with some interest.
"I'd rather not say," I answered back.
"Fair enough," she replied reaching into her handbag, taking out the key card to her suite, and handing it to me.
"Fetch your bag, go to the suite, change into your school girl outfit, and join me in the bar," she ordered.
"But that could be so humiliating. People in this city know me," I protested.
"That's the whole point of it Dear, the humiliation," she stated flatly. "Lynne has a back up girl for me if you are not willing to play and frankly she is much younger than you and her age is much more to my liking."
Reluctantly, I took the key card, went to my truck, got my bags, and went to her suite. I took off my business suit and hung it in the closet. I was already wearing a plain white cotton bra and panty that I wanted to be part of the outfit. I slipped on a pair of nude thigh highs and then the white cotton blouse with the little capped sleeves and peter pan collar. Next came the green and white plaid and pleated skirt, followed by white lacy anklet socks, black mary janes with a little stacked heel, and a green cardigan sweater. I looked at myself in the mirror. Except for my age, I looked like a school girl. No actually I looked like a street walker trying to look like a school girl. Funny thing. The idea made me wet. I was a fucking whore, playing the role of a school girl, and selling myself to a beautiful mature woman who happened to be rich and dominate.
With butterflies in my stomach I headed back down to the bar hoping like hell that I would not run into anyone I know. I looked around the bar before I entered and did not see anyone that I knew. As I walked over to April's table I could feel several pairs of eyes looking at me. How humiliating.
I sat down and crossed my legs like a prim and proper good little school girl.
"That's better Dear. You look quite beautiful and very convincing. You also look so much younger than you did last night. Exactly how old are you?"
"25," I lied.
"Well you look much younger than that and I like that," she smiled back at me. "Did you enjoy yourself last night?"
"Yes April," I answered. "It was quite enjoyable, but you know you could have been a little more strict and rough with me."
"You mean I should have used the crop on you?"
"A little. Yes," I replied.
"When I was talking to Lynne this morning," she went on. "I asked her if she knew just how far I might go with you. She said she did not know but she mentioned that you spent some time with Astrid."
"Do you know Astrid?" I blinked.
"Of course Dear. Everyone in the S&M scene in the state knows Astrid. I'm surprised you are in one piece and even still alive. How long were you with her."
"I spent almost two months with that fucking bitch before I had to leave her. She became too damn dangerous."
"Watch your mouth young lady. A precious little school girl like you should not be using curse words," she hissed at me.
The waitress came over and asked me to show her some ID. I had been drinking from April's bottle since there were two glasses on the table. I showed it to her and she gave me a disgusted look. She probably figured out that something kinky was going on. I stuck my tongue out at her as she walked away. April laughed out loud.
"Oh that is so damn precious," she proclaimed. Just like a naughty little school girl. Shall we order something to eat?"
"Yeah, but how about from room service?" I responded.
"No Dear. We can eat here in the bar or in the restaurant. I want to keep you on display for a little while longer."
She motioned the waitress over and ordered "surf and turf" for the two of us.
"Is that okay with you?" she asked with a tone in her voice that said she really didn't care. April can be a real heartless bitch.
"Of course Mommy," I cooed like a little girl. "Whatever you say, you are the one who is paying."
The waitress looked even more disgusted.
When the waitress left, she turned to me and said, "Of course I am the one that is paying. Just keep that in mind. It is your job to satisfy me."
"Are we role playing yet? Or can I talk frankly?" I asked seriously.
"Okay talk," she responded in a huff.
"I have certain limits: no piss, shit, children, animals, lasting marks, or intense pain. I also do not want to be in role all weekend. Frankly I find you to be an extremely beautiful, attractive, and desirable woman. I would like to spend some ordinary time enjoying you for who you are as you are, not some role that you are playing."
'Oh my," was her only response but it was given with a harsh look.
I am sexually attracted to this woman but I do not think I like her very much as a person so I simply smiled back.
"How far into the scene are you and is hubby involved?"
"My husband and I have a marriage of convenience he has his whores and I have mine. He is not into the scene. I am but not extensively. There are a couple of private parties in peoples' homes in Omaha each month. I have been to a few of them but I have not as yet brought anyone with me. Do you know someone by the name of Hellen who lives here in town?"
"Oh you mean Hellen of Hell Night? Yes of course."
"I understand that she has a fully equipped dungeon in the basement of her mansion outside of town."
"Yes she does," I replied. In fact tomorrow is Hell Night at Hellen's. I can arrange for us to attend.
She looked at me with longing in her eyes. "That would be wonderful but perhaps another time. I am busy tomorrow."
"She charges a hefty entrance fee and if you wish to use one of her women or girls the fee is even heftier, but if you simply plan on using me the cost should not be too high," I explained at length.
"Cost is no object. Having the right outfits is another matter. I did not pack much of my latex and leather," she replied.
"Well there is a new adult emporium in town. They could outfit you with just about anything that tweaks your twat. We could go there tomorrow, but the stuff is expensive."
"I told you. Money does not mean anything to me," she replied almost salivating.
Our food arrived so our conversation shut down for a while.
During the meal I said, "If we do go tomorrow night, you could pimp me out to other women and earn back the entrance fee."
"I told you that money is not an issue, but I get the sense that somehow you like that idea."
