Reading the first part of this story 'Going on the game' would provide a basis for a greater understanding of part 2. Also, to those who read and enjoyed my humble effort, I extend my appreciation for their time, here is the second part so many of you requested. The characters portrayed in my stories are works of fiction and any resemblance to persons alive or dead is purely coincidental.
I stood on the pavement feeling strangely euphoric, which was something of an odd sensation to say the least, considering I had not just broken my marriage vows but shattered them completely, albeit at the request of my husband. Lost in the moment the sound of a car honking as it drove by jerked me out of my musings and back to the reality of the moment, my last words to Liam sitting in our car across the street still fresh in my mind.
Was I really about to continue selling my body? I had done it once, just to fulfil my husband's fantasy and now we could go home, couldn't we? As I contemplated turning around and going back to our car the realisation slowly dawned on me. I didn't want to stop. I had enjoyed playing the prostitute for my husband. I had enjoyed being used by Alan. And most of all I wanted it to happen again. For a moment I let the actuality of the situation sink in before turning to look back across the road. I couldn't see Liam sitting inside our car, it was too dark, but I knew he was there so I took out my phone and quickly typed a text message.
"Shall I stop? Do you want me to come back?"
I held my breath waiting for his reply, jumping when, a few seconds later, my phone buzzed even though I was expecting it.
"No"
The one-word answer told me everything I needed to know. He wanted me to be out here working the streets as a common whore.
"It might be a long night then."
I smiled to myself as I sent back a response, one that I hoped would excite him even more, before giving him a little wave as I turned back to start patrolling my small patch of pavement again. Just as before I had a feeling of nervous excitement in the pit of my stomach and my heart was beating faster as waited for my next customer.
After a few minutes of casual meandering back and forth, swinging my hips as invitingly as I could, I stopped and leant up against a wall, one knee bent with my foot up against the brickwork in what I hoped was a stereotypical, classic lady-of-the-night pose, making it even more obvious why I was standing there. It certainly revealed the tops of my stockings to anyone looking so I hoped it would have the desired effect on anyone passing by regardless of its authenticity.
There seemed to be a little more traffic now, most of the vehicles slowing down as they passed, their drivers taking the opportunity to look me over, then moving off to see what else was on display further down the street. Each of these rejections left with me with mixed feelings of relief and disappointment and I began to wonder if anything more would happen when a white transit van pulled up at the kerbside. Pushing up off the wall I took a deep breath before strutting up to the open passenger window.
"Hey honey, looking for some fun?" I enquired, this time taking a moment to study the driver, unlike my previous, initial encounter when I had been too nervous to pay him much attention. He was younger than Alan, my first punter, probably about the same age as me by the look of him and some sort of builder, judging by the way he was dressed.
"Err.... Yeah..... I err.... I guess I am. Ummm.... How much do you..... you know.... charge?" the response to my question told me he was probably even more nervous than I was.
I smiled, for the first time that evening I felt in control of the situation.
"Well honey...!" leaning into the open window and flaunting my tits I recited my price list, "It's £40 for full sex, £25 for oral and anything else is negotiable.".
"I... Err... umm... yeah, that's... umm... great. OK." He visibly blushed as he accepted my prices.
"Great. You gonna let me in then sugar?" I asked, stepping back and waiting for him to lean over to open the door to let me clamber up into the passenger seat of his van.
His gaze dropped down to my legs as I sat down and fastened the seat-belt, my short plaid kilt riding up my thighs to expose the dark bands at the top of my stockings as well as an inch or two of smooth pale flesh above them.
"Like the view." I giggled making him blush again.
"Oh... I.... err.... I'm.... s.. sorry, I... err... I!" he stammered like a schoolboy caught doing something naughty.
His obvious embarrassment made me laugh out loud momentarily and I reached across to place my hand on his arm.
"It's alright sweetie, I don't mind you looking anyway I expect you'll be seeing a lot more than that soon enough" my teasing made him colour up again.
"Take a left at the corner there, then left again. You can park up behind the building where we won't be disturbed." I continued quickly, issuing directions to him, not giving him a chance to answer.
"What's your name?" he asked quietly a few seconds later as he put the van into gear and pulled away from the kerb.
"It's Sara" I lied, keeping to the name I had given myself earlier, "What about you? What should I call you hon?"
"Julian, my name's Julian." He replied without looking at me.
We sat without speaking after that as Julian, following my directions, drove the van into the dark, empty and abandoned loading area at the back of the empty building. Parking in the shadows he turned off the engine and we sat for a moment, listening to the tick of the metal as it started to cool.
"Shall we sort out the money then sweetie?" I turned towards him, breaking the silence that had descended.
"Oh yeah, yeah of course" he fumbled for his wallet, drawing out two £20 notes and passing them across to me. "We can... err could.... You know, if you don't mind... that is.... I err... have some blankets and stuff in the back of the van" he suggested as I tucked the notes into my bag and retrieved a condom.
I looked up and smiled at this perceived naivety "Sure we can, it'll be nice and comfortable in the back.".
Julian went first, climbing between the seats and then holding out a hand to assist me as I clambered through awkwardly in my high heels. The back of the van was pretty much empty of everything aside from a few boxes and a pile of what appeared to be old sheets and blankets and I waited patiently watching as he grabbed them, spreading them out on the floor.
"Would you mind getting naked for me?" he looked back at me questioningly as he finished laying out the covers, "I don't mind paying a bit extra.".
"Sure hon, shall we call it a tenner then" smiling, I joined him on the blanket as he handed me £10 which I immediately stuffed into my bag along with the other notes he had given me.
I didn't wait for any further prompting from Julian and just hooked my fingers under the bottom edge of my top to draw it off over my head, allowing my pert, modest breasts to spill free. Almost immediately the pink nipples began to harden in the cool air, while the dark circles of my areola puckered around them.
"You not getting undressed?" I smiled at him as he knelt there, his eyes fixed on my bare tits.
"Oh yeah right... yeah" he started pulling off his shirt as he replied, revealing an impressively muscular chest.
Watching him start to strip my fingers dropped down to the clasp on my skirt, "You haven't done this before have you?", I asked as I pulled the kilt away from me, leaving me in just my stockings and heels.
"Err... well... I umm... I... No... this is the first time I've.... " he admitted haltingly, pausing halfway through unzipping his jeans, his eyes dropping down to focus on my shaven pussy.
"Picked up a prostitute!" I interrupted him, the sound of my own voice acknowledging his perception of me coming as a shock.
"Yes!" Julian looked down to the floor not wanting to meet my eyes.
Reaching for his zipper I took over the task of undoing it as he laid back and watched me, "It's ok honey, I've been called a lot worse".
I quickly pulled down his jeans and shorts allowing his cock to spring free, the half erect shaft almost hitting me in the face as it popped out over his boxers. My eyes widened in appreciation when I saw his sizeable prick matched his strapping physique and I let my hand close around the hot, thick rod. His earthy masculine scent; a mixture of sweat, stale urine, and male odours immediately assaulted my nostrils as I gently began to stroke it, letting my fingers lightly caress along its swiftly growing length from tip to root until his fully tumescent dick throbbed against my palm.