The Awakening Of Chastity Ch 02

A Work Of Fiction.

Chapter 2 - New Life

Terri :

We didn't speak about it - that woman, hooking - for a while. It wasn't on our mind. I never thought about it.

Work was going good. The staff, both men and women, I got on well with. There was occasional social evenings. Very sedate. Very tame, really.

Tom was doing his job too. He was still involved in the 'extra curricular' activities of pointing out 'play dates' for our weekends and weekdays.

I was still taking the ecstasy, of course. Not during school nights - being at work - but certainly, once Friday night came, kick off my shoes, shower and beautify, dress up, glass of wine with a tablet and have a nice time with whoever Tom and I had picked out.

Kisses, holding hands...all in front of him...and then leading my 'date' upstairs. Of course, Tom follows.

Tom sits on the chair near the foot of the bed to watch the action.

Whoever the date was, I'd be on that bed...it'd creak...and bend those knees, bridging, pulling down my panties. My man, crawling towards me...over me...unbuttoning his trousers, pulling down the zip...

"Are you gonna fuck her good?" Tom would ask.

"Yeah man, I'm gonna bang the ho..." comes the reply from my date. We smile to each other.

"Babe, what do you want him to do?" would ask Tom.

"Bang my brains out.." I'd answer.

...and so it began.

There's the sharp intake of breath and he pierces me...pushing his penis into my moist vagina. It seems to be ever moist these days.

Then slowly, to begin with, and then picking up his pace. My vagina's slick with arousal fluid, easing his penis' entry into me. Quick and slow, shallow and deep, heavy ramming thrusts with my legs in the air, knees bent with my partner hammering away at me.

The only respite is changing positions. Reverse Cowgirl, Doggie, Scissors. Whatever my play date wanted.

It always fees like minutes, but Tom says that it lasts a good half hour. I'm lost. Lost in that bliss.

I'm moaning. He's grunting. I'm panting...I'm stroking his legs, egging him on.

...and then he cums. Kisses...then pulls out.

Tom comes over and looks at his discharge. Smiles at the man, smiles at me.

This is just how it goes.

The man leaves, gets thanked by Tom and, once he's back in the room, he 'reclaims' me by fucking. Sloppy seconds. He loves them.

He tells me, whilst he's pumping me hard, that he loves other men's cum in me, making it easier for him to fuck me. He uses such derogatory terms that just gets me off. He cums, but not before I cum again.

Then we hug and that's just how we are.

Martika :

The brothel had been doing good. There's Sarah, blonde bitch, doing great numbers. Love her. She's my aunt's best mate. She turned her over to me. I turned her out.

Wendy? Knew that bitch for a while. Worked the streets a lot. Got knocked up. Used to work, part time, in my brothel but needed time to spend with her kid. I get that. Earns well though. She's a similar age as me.

But the best slag that worked for me there was your sister, April. Candy. Bitch is obedient, looks the part, and is well into making me money. Slag does shitloads of coke, always with her head over a bowl snorting lines, and I always do lines with her.

We had enough bitches to work the brothel but it's always good to get more, right? Get some sort of rota happening. Make everyone happy and, most important, stop any kind of burnout. A burned-out whore is no fuckin' use to me now, is she? No fucking means no earning.

Terri :

Tom likes me all dressed up for my 'play dates'. He likes my tarty look. Depending on just how into I get, I can still be fully clothed or practically stripped naked at the end of a session.

Sometimes Tom takes pictures too.

We were out again, sometime later, again out to meet friends, and drove by the self-same street hooker working her patch. I caught her eye. She looked so pissed at me. Piercing look. Like she looked into my very being. Intimidating.

We chatted, at the end of the evening, me and Tom. He was still up for it. I said the same reply as last time; don't be stupid, I can't prostitute myself on the streets. People will see. People will know. I'll lose my job.

That was the end of it. Or so I thought.

Tom, somehow, found out who that hooker was. Probably talking to one of her punters or something. He found that she ran a bunch of girls. Of prostitutes. He talked one of her girls into giving him her phone number.

Of course, I had no idea of what was going on. Tom was being secretive. I thought, maybe, he had started to see other people...that I wasn't enough for him.

It was just around a couple of weeks or so, but I did feel my heart sink.

Martika :

So, he tells me that he wants to put her out but can't afford the comeback from people recognising her on the streets. She'd lose her job and shit. He'd only want her to do it the once to see how exciting it was.

I told him that he should fuck off, basically, April. You come to me, wanting to hook or, in this instance, turn your fuckin' wife out, and want me to look after her then it better be regular! I told him about the Brothel an' that I can get one of my bitches - your sister, Candy - to look after the slag; train her up and shit.

That she wouldn't be seen there, and she could earn well, but she had to work a weekend. No if's, no but's, Friday, Saturday and Sunday. Bitch would make good money too, but I'd keep 75%.

'Dick money' I call it. My grandmother, Sue, did that to my mum when she turned her out - took a percentage - and my mum did to me. That's also what I do to the other bitches that I run. Not you, obviously. I take all yours.

That's the deal.

Terri :

Tom came back to me. I was surprised at what he was trying to negotiate.

"3 days?!? I can't do that! That's just crazy!"

"But you'd be earning 25% from that, over the weekend. Think of that." was Tom's answer.

Scared the crap out of me, April.

"B-b-but, all that sex! All those different men? I'll be exhausted! I can't!"

Martika :

Fuckin' wuss!

Terri :

Tom was telling me that he was trying to negotiate with Martika, when I could work.

I mean, I'd not even agreed to it let alone anything else.

Martika :

There was all this back and forth shit going on. I ain't got time for all that crap. I have a family and my bitches to run, let alone work myself. For fuck's sake. It was boring me.

So I said to this Tom "Look, shut the fuck up. I'll turn the bitch out, in my brothel, on a Friday, ok? The bitch will work the whole day - we work from 9am until 3am, back then, right April - and I keep all the money. End of. No negotiation. None of that. You want the bitch whoring, and she's down for it, then this is how it's gonna fuckin' be..."

Of course, he came back with "Once a month?" Fuck, is it worth it? It was tiring, April, but I agreed.

Only to shut him the hell up!

Terri :

He came back from rampant texting to this Martika woman. He was white as a sheet. He was hesitant to tell me but I eventually got the gist of it wangled out from him.

I nearly threw up!

"So, you've sold me to this woman - this Madame or pimp, or whatever you want to call her - to work, practically 24hrs, and she keeps all my earnings? What the fuck, Tom? What the hell have you got me into?"

Martika :

I told Candy this this slag was coming over and we need to get her shit sorted for selling in the brothel. Told her to get the bitch ready with clothes and shit.

Candy was all for that. Well, the bitch was too scared not to, wasn't she? She had her orders.

This bitch can't turn down any fucker, male or female, she was expected to fuck it. She was expected to get on with these other slags I run and not cause any shit. She needs to look the part. Smoke. I want her taking drugs too, since she does that already. But real fuckin' drugs. No bloody panties either! Hooker's don't need them.

Terri :

I Was scared. I was in a rage. I was all over the place.

Devastated that Tom could do this, practically in the same room as me. These hoops to jump through or this Martika wouldn't let me see her, let alone join up and work in her establishment.

I'm a slut, sure...but be a prostitute? In my head there's a huge difference.

It took a few days for me to calm down. I'd not shown any emotion at work, April, but on the inside? Crazy. Calmed down enough that, although I really didn't want a 'play date' at all, Tom and I did end up having sex.

He was talking about the whole scenario of working the brothel, of just how sexy it would be. All that bareback sex that I would be soon having...

I swear, April, it added a level of hardness and what felt like another inch of width to his cock.

We've had great night's together, we've had some really great night together once I started this whole hotwife lifestyle, but nothing quite as intense as this. The endorphins, jumping around my body, just took me to other places...places where I found myself agreeing to his plan.

The day before we went over Tom asked me to buy some cigarettes and a lighter. Where they for him? Had he decided to start smoking all of a sudden?

No. Turns out that Martika would even give me a second glance of interest if I didn't smoke.

It seems like all her whores some and, to be one - even if only for one night - you have to too.

More hoops to jump through.

Smoking wasn't my thing, but Tom made it clear that I had to do this.

So, I crack open the packet, remove the foil, draw a cigarette from the packet and i find myself studying it. Just checking it out...well, before noticing how inpatient Tom was getting.

I placed it between my lips and struck the lighter. It was a cheap purple one. Clear. The kind that normally costs a couple of quid.

"Looks cheap enough for a ho.." I thought to myself as I lit my cigarette. My first cigarette.

The smoke got in my eyes, the smoke made me cough...splutter...eyes streaming.

I wanted to give up, but Tom pushes my hand with my cigarette back up to my mouth...to take another drag.

I take another drag. I cough. I look at Tom. He encourages me. I continue. One cigarette finished. Thank goodness.

"There's 20 in a packet. Go on, have another." comes Tom's words of excitement.

I light up again.

Nearing the end of the evening, Tom encourages me to have another.

"As Martika says, 'All ho's smoke. Goes with the image of a bad girl..' And you really look like a bad girl, Terri. A really fuckin' bad girl."

The next day, I'd be meeting Martika.

End Of Part 2