Amsterdam
Charlie met us off the train at the Centraal Railway Station, the rented apartment wasn't far, so we walked, trundling our cases behind us. It was in a modern block, with an electronic entry system. It was surprisingly spacious, with a nice view, not great, but nice. Three bedrooms, all doubles, and with ensuites. The lounge large with an open plan kitchen.
Once we had unpacked, we went out, found a Chinese, and ate.
"So darling, how far is it?" I asked.
"How far is what," he replied as if butter wouldn't melt.
"According to google maps, a five-minute walk!" Liz helpfully interjected.
"I still don't know what either of you mean."
We both laughed at his ridiculous denial.
"Come on dad, let's go and look at the prostitutes in their windows," Liz said, taking her father's arm, as I took the other.
We joined the other hundreds of tourists, wandering Amsterdam's famous red-light district. It wasn't tacky, well I didn't think so, and neither did Liz. As for Charlie he'd put his brains back in his pants.
"Look Liz, two vacant windows, lets rent them both, then we could walk to work together," I joked.
"It's Lizzie, Nikki, and that's a great idea, then dad could meet us both from work!"
Charlies' brains were making the front of his trousers bulge.
***
Charlie was working long hours. During the first weeks here I was a tourist, wandering the streets, visiting museums, and art galleries. Anne Frank's house was a must. I shopped, spending some of my ill-gotten gains. I wandered De Wallen, or as you'd call it, the Red-Light district, all so open unlike England. I was intrigued, there were girls working the streets, but in the main they were behind glass. I wondered if I'd like it, and thought hard about enquiring how one rented one, even talking it through with Liz, but in the end, we both decided it would be like being a goldfish, in a pet shop. Not for either of us, although Charlie liked the idea, for both of us, especially as Lizzie had "confessed" about Bristol to him. He fucked my brains out the whole of the following week thinking about it.
Those nights when Charlie finished work at a reasonable time we'd walk together, and because of our close proximity, that meant De Wallen. There were clubs, most with live sex shows. Some of the clubs were seedy, one or two looked classy, at least from the outside, and always, always with the doorman trying to entice people in. One though was different, The Bacchus. I'd guess it was the standout one, not that we went in, but the doorman always smiled at me and Liz if she was with us, as if he knew something we didn't.
Liz had gone to the Amalfi Coast for a month, meeting friends, one of whose parents had a villa. I was on my way home from the Bloemenmarkt, passing the Bacchus, when the doorman said, "when are you going to come in, you know you want to."
He was right of course, I did.
"What's the cover charge?"
"For you and your daughter no charge if she's old enough, I'll even make an exception for your husband?"
"Yes, she is, and he is my husband," I said, and carried on walking.
It was several days later, early evening, when we walked that way again, me on Charlie's arm. The same doorman was outside, he smiled, but said nothing.
"Hi, I've come about that job, is it alright if my husband comes in?" I asked out of the blue.
If I'd caught him off guard, he didn't let it show.
"You'd be ok if I worked here, wouldn't you?" I asked Charlie, although I was just bluffing.
"You mean as a ..."
"Of course!"
The doorman was on his radio.
"Max, that redhead is here for an interview, shall I send her in, sorry but her husband is with her."
He had an earpiece in, so we didn't hear what was said, but suddenly he smiled and opened the door for us, I checked on Charlie, as suspected his cock was rock hard.
"You want me to work here, don't you Charlie."
It wasn't a question, just a statement of fact, pity I was bluffing.
The club was classy, you could tell from the furnishings, and the cliental, it smelt of money.
"Hi, I am so glad you decided to come in, I am Max, short for Maxima. Now this must be your husband, so take a seat there, one of the girls will bring you a drink, while I show your wife around, and interview her."
Max was about 5'4", but her bust made up for that, dressed as she was in a leather bustier, so her boobs threatened to spill out, tight leather trousers and heels. Bleached blonde hair. She could have been my age, or my Mum's, I really had no idea.
Charlie sat, as a topless waitress in heels and a thong took his drink order. Maxima put her arm through mine and began the tour.
"Jan said he thought you'd be in this week... don't look surprised, he was right, wasn't he?"
"That obvious?"
"If you know the signs. You've experience?"
"Yes, I worked in England, only part time."
"Your daughter as well I take it, from what I've seen of her in the street."
That surprised me, it was like she could read me like a book, or with Liz was she just fishing?
"Only a few of times, but yes."
"You're what thirty-five? Is she old enough?"
"Yes, and she has just turned eighteen."
"And what about him, can he handle you both working here, and I am not talking about bar work for either of you, you understand that don't you?"
"He's fine."
"So, he gets off on it does he, he's not alone in that, you'd be surprised how many do."
She showed me around, the main club floor, the VIP rooms, and the rooms where women like me took their clients.
"What's your work status, have you a work permit?"
"We've both got Irish passports." I told her.
"Even better, no idea what got into the UK with that Brexit nonsense."
"Me neither, but I am lucky, Mum's from Connaught."
"Ok, come back tomorrow, be here at twelve sharp, bring your passports, both of them, and we'll go through the paperwork and then go and get you registered, and tested."
"Tested?"
"For disease. When can Liz come in?"
"She's in Italy until next month."
"Being shagged half to death I would guess. Don't bring him again."
We left the club in silence, my arm once again through his. We could see the railway station before I spoke.
"I won't go back Charlie; it's too much isn't it. It was just fun at home, this would be full time, so too much."
It wasn't too much, it was probably his dream that I'd become a full-time working girl, but I needed him to tell me that he wanted me too, because I'd been fooling myself if I thought I was bluffing.
"I want you to work there Nikki, and full time, but what about Liz?"
"When she gets back, I'll speak to her, do you want her to work there as well?"
"What?" He asked.
"She'll be offered a job as well, and she'll do it I am sure, now take me home and fuck me, from tomorrow I'll be Nikki all the time, and she'll bankrupt you given the chance."
I reached up, kissed his cheek, and felt his cock, making him shudder.
"Don't you dare cum in your pants Charles Latham, don't you dare!"
