Anne put on her best smile as skype began ringing. After a deep breath she answered. The face of her fiancee, Adam, appeared on the screen.
"Hey babe!"
"Hi sweetie!"
He beamed at her as she answered. She hoped that no hint of anything suspicious showed in her blue eyes.
"How is Europe? Your students?"
"Oh, they're coming along great. I'm having a ton of fun, and class is excellent. How is that Doctorate coming?"
Adam frowned slightly.
"Oh, you know, just a headache. I'm going to be glad when this is all over and we can move in together."
"Absolutely! Hey, do you remember Sofie?"
"Yeah."
"Well I saw her the other day..."
The conversation droned on until finally Adam had to leave for class and Anne could breathe a sigh of relief. He hadn't asked about her heavy eye-liner, red lipstick, or an of the other details that Anne was certain that he would have noticed. With a groan she stood up.
At 5'4 and 108lbs Anne's height and size wasn't particularly impressive, but that isn't why anyone would be staring at her. The little blonde unzipped her black half-jacket to reveal the contrasting sheer white top that she was wearing underneath. Pink little nipples poked out like diamonds against the fabric atop her firm b-cup breasts, clearly visible. Her midriff was bare, and from her waist came a black leather skirt that normally stopped just low enough to cover her ass if she didn't sneeze, but in the pair of fuck-me heels that she was wearing the bottom of her ass was clearly visible. A black g-string flashed from beneath the skirt in contrast to her white posterior. Her legs were covered up to the thigh with black fishnets, and the aforementioned fuck-me pumps rounded out the look.
"This is only temporary," she whispered with a sigh.
It had been her mantra leading up to tonight. For the past few months her student debt had been piling up, and after getting her hours tutoring cut Anne just didn't have the income to pay everything off. Adam, as much as he would have wanted to help, couldn't do anything for her for a couple of years at least. So, the idea had struck her one night as she walked by an establishment with a girl in the window: prostitution was legal here. As long as nobody from back home found out she could make her money, pay her debts, and be home to her fiancee with no one the wiser. Of course, all of that made her sound much more confident than she was. It had taken Anne a week after coming up with the idea to commit to it. It had taken her another week to decide on a brothel that suited her needs, and two full days to work up the nerve to walk in and apply for a job.
Tonight was her debut, and nobody who saw her walk to work would be able to miss what her new profession was. Nervously she headed downstairs and made her way out of the little apartment.
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She rounded the corner to the brothel as she had her ass pinched for the dozenth time. Another man called to her in heavily accented English.
"Heeeeyy blondie, where you work?"
She flushed and ignored him as she made her way to the side door and knocked. It took a minute for the door to open, but she recognized the bouncer and he flashed her a big, toothy grin as he eyed her up and down, lingering on her pink diamond cutters for a moment.
"So, ready for your first shift?"
"Y-yes. Any tips?"
"Sure are. And shafts."
She gave a nervous laugh. Adam could NEVER find out about this. She entered the brothel through the side door, having to push her body past the bouncer who seemed to thoroughly enjoy the skin to skin contact, and she found herself in the lounge. Seated along the bar were a number of other women wearing skimpy outfits who were waiting on customers. One gave Anna a measured look as she walked by. An pretty Arab woman in a skimpy red dress sipped at something to calm her nerves. As she passed by the staircase a door opened, and the proprietor came down. A swarthy man, Ricardo played with a strand of his long, curly hair as he strutted like a peacock down the stairs. Brightly colored clothing only made him stand out more. Today he was wearing a red outfit that was so dark it might have purple. Like a Pimp. A red-head walked out with him, wiping something white off from around her mouth before joining the others at the bar.
"Anne, my pretty little American bird! How good of you to come! Ah, wait, it is your first night of work isn't it? Well, how are we feeling, eh?"
The brothel owner threw his arm around her and Anne gave a nervous little laugh. Ricardo seemed like one of the most legitimate brothel owners in the area, which wasn't saying much. It really wasn't.
"I'm feeling alright. Just a little nervous."
Ricardo gasped in mock horror.
"A little nervous? You? Why you're a blonde American white girl. They'll love you!"
He reached down and grabbed her ass firmly, and Anne winced.
"This? They'll love this."
He reached up with the other hand and cupped one of her small b-cup breasts.
"These? They'll learn to love these too."
Anne laughed nervously. She wasn't too insecure about her small breasts, but the touching made her a bit uncomfortable. She knew that Ricardo got a lot of freebies from his girls, but he hadn't asked her for one so far. She hoped it wouldn't come down to it, even as his hand played with her g-string.
"Well, do well tonight. Remember the rules?"
"Yes sir."
"And they are?"
"A cock doesn't touch my pussy or ass without a rubber, but I suck them bare. It's one hundred and fifty euros for an hour, one hundred for thirty minutes. If someone doesn't pay I call security. If someone gets too rough I call security. The house gets half of my take, but tips are mine."
Ricardo laughed at that last bit.
"Oh, I think a girl like you will be getting a lot of tips."
She feigned a laugh. It seemed like that particular joke was popular in this establishment. She nearly jumped out of her skin as Ricardo cupped her pussy under her skirt.
"Well, I'll see you after your night is up. Hopefully it is an eventful one."
Anne suppressed a grimace as his fingers traced the lips of her pussy, then gently swatted it. Then the man walked off, leaving her standing in the middle of the room with her g-string hanging down below her skirt. She reached down and straightened it out, looking up at the redhead who sat dull-eyed sipping whiskey and staring at the wall.
The bell rang, and Anne turned. It meant that someone was here. The girls all took turns standing in the windows. Anne hadn't been sure whether she hoped to be picked out of the lineup before it was her turn to pose for pedestrians or after. Regardless, it seemed like fate would make the choice for her.
"This is only temporary," she whispered.
One of the other girls suppressed a laugh at her whispered mantra as they lined up.
Anne found herself between the intoxicated Arab and the glassy-eyed redhead. Her heart skipped a beat, and she felt her pale skin flush. The door opened, and a bouncer gestured for a small group of men to come in. Anne froze with her hand on her hip, her ass cocked out, and a fake smile plastered on her face.
-Oh Adam,forgive me-
The men walked down the row one at a time, looking the girls up and down. With a gesture a man had a girl turn around and pose lewdly for him.
"Ass is too flat."
He moved on and had another girl pose for him.
"Tits are too fat."
He got to the redhead and sized her up. She turned, mechanical, showing off her body with practiced ease.
"Almost right."
Now he was to Anne. He grinned at her and looked her up and down. She shifted her stance nervously, cocking her hip one way and then the other. She resisted the urge to cover up her breasts as he gleefully eyed her exposed nipples. He gestured with his finger, and she turned around. Almost losing her balance in her heels, she felt her skirt flash up even more as she turned. Air whooshed across her ass. Embarrassed, she turned back to him.
"Tits are too small, but for tonight she's just right."
The man grabbed her arm and handed four rolled up fifty euro notes to her. His companions called out, some whooping and others disappointed.
"Ride her good!"
"Save some for me!"
"Make that little American buck!"
Anne's face was hot as the man led her up the stairs. This was not, it seemed, his first rodeo. He led her straight to one of the bedrooms and shut the door behind them. She turned nervously towards the man as he looked her up and down.
"Off. Get everything off but the leggings. Oh, and the shoes. Leave those on."
Anne felt her stomach knot up as he gave the order. He sat down on the bed and stared at her intently. Slowly, hesitantly, she reached up and pulled off the black half jacket that covered her upper torso. As it dropped to the floor she felt incredibly naked. She almost was.
"Now the skirt!"
Adrenaline pumping she unzipped the skirt and let it fall to the floor. The man's eyes drank her in.
