Deceptive Little Truths
"So, then Dave began to put his cock in my mouth, while Jason was fucking me."
"Stop. I can't listen to anymore of the details." Quinn pointed down to her exposed twat. It was beginning to glisten in the bright sunlight on the beach.
I noticed my own pussy was making my arousal obvious. I pulled on my shorts so that passersby wouldn't see my dampness.
"Sorry, my first time was so exciting." I'd already mentioned that I turned professional the previous night on the phone. She said I could start work at the Aventeen that very afternoon. There was no hesitation on my part. I couldn't wait to get down to business.
"I need to point out a few things. I want you to listen very closely to what I have to say and I know what I'm talking about here. You did a lot of things wrong. Very wrong." Quinn's tone was one of a coolly detached professional, not like the girlfriend chatter we normally had.
The light breeze had gone out of my sails. I thought I'd done very well for my first attempt. "All right, I'm listening."
She looked me straight in the eye. Her face was stern and voice direct. "Great. First, check out of that motel immediately. The place is a dump; you deserve better. It's one thing for you and Dave to play your games there. It's another to start bringing in other men. I guarantee; the manager will notice you're hooking and quick. He'll bring in the cops and you'll be modelling orange jumpsuits before you know it."
She had a point. "I hadn't thought of that. OK. On my way home. Anything else?"
Without changing tone, Quinn said, "Never again allow your husband procure a trick for you. I know you were trying to ensure he's onboard, but a man's either your husband or your pimp. He cannot be both. You never want a pimp in your life. Ever."
Now I was starting to feel kind of stupid. I thought she'd be impressed by my ingenuity.
She wasn't done and I could feel my pussy drying up quickly. "Also, your first trick always seems so awesome. I had fantasies about mine rescuing me from my immoral path and marrying me. I know Jason must seem like a real cutie, but he's a cull, a John, a money-trick. You are a whore to him. You'll always be a whore in his eyes."
"But..."
She cut me off harshly. "But nothing. Never get emotionally attached to a beef-burger. He's a fare and you're his stroll. There are reasons we have derogatory terms for them."
I began to stare out at the ocean. I didn't want her to see my eyes at the moment.
"Look, I'm sorry to be so harsh. I've been where you're at and nobody was around to advise me. I made a lot of mistakes and seen some real disasters."
Quinn was right. I'd been vulnerable and careless. I nodded to let her know.
"Are you sure you want to continue?"
I didn't hesitate, "Yes."
"OK. You have the talent. You're one of the most natural sex workers I've ever seen. Still, there's no substitute for experience."
I took a deep gulp to wet my throat. "I'm ready. Let go to the Aventeen."
We packed up and began the trek back to our cars. "One more thing, your husband knows your new line of work. He doesn't need or want to hear all the details. Keep those to yourself. Give him enough to be stimulating, but don't tell him too much. Men can turn on you unexpectedly."
It was well past noon, by the time we got set up in the bar of the Aventeen; I used the same outfit I'd first used with Dave. It was sexy yet showed class. This was a high-end establishment; I'd have to look the part. The cheap floozy look Dave favored had to go. Quinn and one of the other ladies forced me to tone down my makeup.
Gloria, was a ten year veteran of the trade. "Never be too obvious," she advised me. I could tell by the way she was eyeing my clothing, I'd have to do some shopping on Sunday for something more conventional.
My new room was on the fifth floor, near the elevator. It was small, but clean and well appointed. I jiggled the bed a few times. "I suppose it will get a workout today."
Gloria smiled at my eagerness. Her bleached blonde hair was almost platinum and styled to flow just above her shoulders. Her eyes a dark brown. I guessed her to be around thirty. "Saturdays afternoons aren't our busiest. Most men are doing family things. It picks up at night. Few girls bother with Sundays. Almost no men come in. That's a big family day."
"So when is it going on here?"
"Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday afternoons. They sneak out of work and come to get laid. Friday evening is always bustling. It gets heavy until midnight."
I'd only planned to start with two days a week and maybe work up to three after I got used to things.
"Today will be a good day to start. You won't get overwhelmed, but you should see plenty of action."
I looked out of the window. The Aventeen was an old brick and mortar structure. My window once slid up but was nailed shut. My view was of a much more modern glass and steel edifice a few feet away. Still, the room wasn't inexpensive, since it included rental, tax and my share of the shelter fees. I calculated my first two tricks of the day would only have me breaking even.
Back at the bar, Gloria and Quinn offered me a few pointers and a pep talk. After that, I was on my own, a private contractor in a sex working co-op. I sat at a booth and worked away at an iced tea. The room was dimly lit for a daytime restaurant, but then it wasn't the food here that was the main course.
