The Awaening of Chastity

A Work Of Fiction

Chapter 3 - On Her Back

Terri :

So I'd met Martika. We'd chatted with her, Tom and I.

Well, it was more one-way traffic; She talked, we listened, we nodded.

Very intimidating. Bit like a dictator.

So, it goes on a while and then Martika shouts for this woman, Candy, to come through.

Martika :

We'd walked past Jackie, our front-of-house woman. I'd introduced this bitch as "Bitch, this is Jackie. She runs our shit."

I never use people's names that don't deserve it. For all I know this bitch isn't on the level and is chicken shit, y'know? It might all just be complete bollocks.

So, she don't deserve her name. Beside which, her name's not gonna be fuckin' Terri.

Jackie's cool. Ex millitary. Can handle stuff if it kicks off. Takes no shit. Neither do I, of course. That's why we get on. Bitch has got my back. She gets good money for what she does.

Terri :

So, this woman is called. One of Martika's bitches, as she calls them. Her name is Candy. Cute name.

This leggy black girl - heavy makeup, red top, lots of pendants, rings and bracelets clanging, black leather mini, big thick gold belt and spiked heeled knee high boots - comes into the room, takes a drag from her cigarette as she looks me up and down, and nods her head towards another door.

Marika tells the girl to get me "..slutted up". The girl nods and says "Sure." And I'm led away, leaving Tom and Martika to chat about...whatever.

I'm led up some stairs into one of the bedrooms. Looks a nice place. Lovely wallpaper and freshly painted. Smells of cigarettes, perfume and sex though.

Obviously a working bedroom.

Bed looks nice though.

"Chastity, you can use some of my girl Sarah's shit. She's not here today. Looks around the same size as you, ok?" she asks.

"Who's Chastity?" I comment, a bit confused.

"You are, bitch. You're called whatever the fuck Martika wants to call you..." comes the reply.

Silence.

"You think my real name's Candy?" she gives out a little throaty chuckle. "Bitch, that's what my owner wanted to call me. My real name is unimportant. I never use it. What my owner says, goes, and I'm Candy so that's my name. Got that?"

I nod.

"Your's is Chastity. End of."

"Owner?" I ask.

"Yes, she owns me. Same as my sister, April. Whatever she says goes. She knows what's best for this ho bag." she semi smiles, that self same piercing look that Martika gives off is evident in her eyes.

Almost like a 'You dare to question me?' kind of thing. Intimidating.

She takes another drag of her cigarette as she hands me over some clothes to wear. Whoever this Sarah was...is...they're really tarty. Black leather mini skirt, white top, fishnets, suspender belt, 4" heels.

They're handed over.

"Well, put them on then." states Candy.

I look around. Where to get changed?

"In front of me. Want to see what you look like..."

Candy smiles.

"B'sides, that cunt of yours is gonna be seen by all the punters soon anyways. Have to get used to it. Might as well start now, bitch."

"What's with all the 'Bitch' stuff?" I ask as I'm taking off my top.

"We're all bitches. Universal greeting with us ho's." she answers, stubbing out her cigarette.

"What's with all the 'owner' stuff too?" I ask, just finishing putting on my shoes.

"Me an' my sister, April, we're owner by Martika. She's our boss. The other bitches? They work for her and take some percentage of the money. We don't, we do what our owner says - drink, drugs, smoking. She tells us who to fuck and what to wear. Her opinion on shit is our opinion. April lives with her, I live here."

"You live in the brothel?"

"Yeah. I know my place, bitch." she answers, looking me over.

"We earn for her. We don't get paid. I live here and what I earn is all given to her."

"Now, sit still and shut the fuck up. Let's finish off that makeup and shit..." she says, lighting up another cigarette.

Dangling between her lips as she uses the eyeliner and mascara, thickening up my eye makeup. Then, onto lipgloss and, whilst waiting for that to finish, changes my earrings, puts on some pendants - including a script one that reads simply 'Bitch' - and multiple bangles.

Then onto rings and offers me a cigarette.

Well...more pushes them towards me. I accept. She light me up.

"Good, boo. Look good." she admires her handiwork.

"C'mon, slag, let's go down to see the boss.." and we head downstairs.

In one of the back rooms, where I'm led, there's a table in front of Martika and Tom. They're still chatting.

Tom's eyes widen as he takes a look at me. I look at him, then look at Martika. She seems pleased at what I look like.

"Good. Candy do a couple of lines."

"Sure, boss." she meekly answers, gets on her knees in front of the table. I notice a tray in front of her. Powder. That must be cocaine.

Candy takes a rolled up note in one hand, preps a couple of lines of the substance with the other one, takes the cigarette from between her lips and places the note, delicately, to one nostril and the other end over the powder, a finger placed to close the other nostril whilst Candy traces the line of cocaine whilst inhalating.

Line devoured, she briefly lifts her head up, wipes her nose with her fingers and then bends over and does the same, with another line, with her other nostril. Candy lifts her head up, then turns towards me...eyes closed...as she smiles and slowly opens them.

"Fuckin' great, boo."

"Chastity. Bitch, you do a couple of lines too."

She looks at me. Tom is confused on the name, then realises that she is talking to me.

Candy gets herself off the floor and comes towards me, briefly whispering.

"C'mon, bitch. You do the same as me. Snort that shit up." as she walks on by.

So, watched by my husband and my to-be Madame, I lowered myself to my knees, bent over the table just as I had seen Candy doing, note to nose and do a big line. Then the other nostril.

Never done coke before. It was pretty instant. That tingle in your nose and then everything firing at full throttle all at the same time.

Wow!

Just....wow!

I look to Tom. He's a little shocked. I look towards Martika. She's smiling.

"Get yourself up, Chastity. Time to get you selling yourself. Say goodbye to Tom..." says Martika.

I get to my feet. Feel like a grinning fool, April. I give him a hug and a kiss "Thank you babe, for this. I'll see you later." is all I can say.

Martika chips in.

"Come back after 3 am tomorrow and this slag will have finished her shift. She'll be broken in by then. You can have the fucker back then. See ya!"

As Jackie escorts him out of the building. I think Tom was hoping to stay. Poor Tom, I think, as Candy is pouring out a healthy and very generous amount of vodka to drink.

I take a drag from my cigarette and take a sip from the tumbler.

God, that's.....erhhh....I dunno.

All my senses and my chatter is just...full force.

I meet some of the other girls. Some more have arrived.

Martika :

We say our goodbye's to Tom. He'll be back later to collect what's left of his slag of a wife. She's gonna have a hell of a fuckin' first day on the game.

Donna's in the back room as we come through, she's just finished injecting heroin and just tidying her works up and lighting up a cigarette. Wendy, the older slag that I was talking about earlier, is by her side and just finishing off a cup of tea.

"This is Chastity. Bitch is brand new. Make sure you look after her, ok?"

That's all I have to say.

Donna's the first to chat to her. I just leave them to it.

I have a quick chat to Jackie to make sure the bitch keeps to her word and works today. She says she'll message if she tries to leave.

Terri :

So I'm led into this room, where the girls all sit. First to say hi was this woman named Donna. The girls's a heroin user and she's looking very medicated.

Still, seems nice.

Never been around such people before.

"Girl, we tend not to use rubbers. We're tested monthly. The punters are fairly exclusive and so we let them cum in us, ok?"

"General rule of thumb, Chastity.." pipes up Wendy "..is that we do what we're comfortable with, but the punters prefer us to be bare. Plus, Martika prefers us to be bare too."

Ok. Clear as mud.

First punters make their way into the establishment. I can hear voices. Greeted by Jackie and led to the room in which we're sitting.

Guy comes in for Candy.

This, I find out, happens a lot. Everyone likes getting inside Candy.

I'm onto my next cigarette by the time I pull. Ironically enough, his name is Tom!

Jackie smiles as she's introducing me to him "That's interesting, her husband's name is Tom too!" she says.

My first punter-to-be finds it bemusing that I hook.

Well...not yet. Not until I've gone with him, of course, but I don't say that. I just smile, take a sip of my drink and take him upstairs. Just as Candy has told me earlier.

I can hear the 2nd guy that Candy has pulled, making that bed creak and a crescendo of their union.

,,,and I can also hear Wendy cumming too.

I lead Tom into the only other bedroom that's available and get down to it. He's agreed to full sex with me and paid Jackie already. All I have to do is provide the service.

I grind out my cigarette on the ashtray on the bedside locker, pull back the quilt and pull up my skirt before getting on the bed, heels digging into the bed sheets.

My first punter is taking off his shoes and then his jeans as he climbs on the bed as I'm caught in a moment. A thought. A reaction. A confusion.

Maybe it's the whole thing. Maybe it's the coke. Maybe it's the vodka. Maybe it's being around people like Donna, or Candy or Wendy.

I'm not sure....but it's so bloody exciting!

No Tom....well, not my husband Tom at least. Nobody watching me. Watch us. Me and this punter. I can just be myself. I don't have to worry about what he thinks.

I'm free to be me.

Plus....I can tell him any shit and, since he wasn't here...watching....he wouldn't know if I was telling the truth or not, April. It's so....bloody liberating.

The excitement gets to me. My heart is just pounding out of my chest.

This....Is...It!

Tom grinned at me as I watched his hand go down into his pants and pull out his penis.

He begins to stroke his manhood into life. I reach over.

"Here, let me..."

And I stroke and tease it harder and harder.

As it gets harder, I sense myself becoming flushed and damper.

I guide his cock into my now very-wet cock cave. 'It's big..', I think to myself. 'It's thick too.'

I smile. He echoes it back.

As he slides himself all the way inside me he asks "So your husband knows you work here, then?"

I let out a sigh. "Know? Luv, he drove me here this morning!"

...and with that, we were both locked into a union of thrusting, of panting, of groaning...of lust.

Tom was pumping me hard...very hard. Not fast, but long slow strokes.

"Feeling that, Chastity?"

"Oh..." *Gasp* "God..." *Groan* "Yeah..." *Moan*

"You...are....so....fuckin'...hard, baby....you...feel....good...inside...me.." I manage to squeak out.

The groaning under the exchange. The slapping of groin on groin...the constant rhythm....the heat....the twitch....then the wild rivers of semen emptied between my thighs.

My punter pulls out, breathless...his penis, now lifeless...then gets off the top of me.

"That was great.."

Those words hit my ears...lighting up my mind...my confidence....my belief...my desires.

April, I had sold myself. I was a ho.

As he was getting his clothes back on he was talking to me. His mouth was saying something, anyways. I wasn't sure what. His voice was drowned out by my own thoughts.

'I'm a ho now...' And 'God, I need to do more coke!'

I sat myself up, on the side of the bed and pulled my little leather skirt down as I stood up.

Made me think...as I felt the semen trickle around the band of my fishnets....just how much semen was on this skirt from this Sarah's punters?

I led him down the stairs, past Jackie, and out the building.

"Well done...you're one of the girls now." Jackie said, smiling.

I was indeed. My Tom will be so fuckin' pleased.

End Of Part 3