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.
