The Awaening of Chastity

A Work Of Fiction.

Chapter 4 - Just 'One Of The Girls'

Martika :

I get a message, just as I'm sorting out the kids, from Jackie that 'New girl has just sold herself..'. Good. Glad about that. Got over that hurdle at least.

Terri :

As Jackie, the front-of-house, is walking out my very first punter, I'm heading into the back room and getting my head over that plate of cocaine to bang out another couple of lines.

Just like heaven. Addictive. Loved it.

Noises outside as Wendy comes back in, with one of those knowing smiles as she watches me get up from the table, wiping my nose.

"You do some?" I ask, offering out...when you really think about it...someone else's drugs. Bit stupid.

Wendy goes "Nah.." and shakes her head "I've never done drugs. Not my thing. I stick to a glass of wine and my cigarettes. You do what you want, as long as you're able to do your gig. As long as you're able to work, Martika will be happy."

She shrugs...then goes to pick up a cigarette and lights up.

A guy comes in an Jackie introduces him to me.

"Chastity, he wants a blowjob darlin'. Sort him out, please."

"Sure." I answer, meekly, and lead him upstairs by his hand.

Finding a bedroom that is free, I enter. I hear the door, next room on, open and the voice of Candy taking her completed punter back downstairs. I get my man ready.

He's sitting on the edge of the bed, jeans and boxer's pulled down as I kneel in front of him, stroking his cock into life. I engulf his cock with my mouth.

I am so forward!

Martika :

The great thing, I find, about cocaine is that you feel alive in so many ways. It's magical. It can make you more sociable and more outgoing. It can make you feel quite confident.

It's a fine line between arrogance and confidence. I make sure my bitches stay on the correct side of that line.

Terri :

I was feeling blitzed but totally up for it. I'm sure the punter told me what the devil his name was but, y'know? I didn't care. I couldn't be bothered. It was all about the rush...the excitement....of fucking men for money.

Like, unreal, right?

I blew the fuck out of that guy.

Swallowed the lot. Of course.

Then downstairs, finish off that vodka and....next.

Wendy? She was taking her punter up as I was going down. Candy? That girl was in a constant state of motion. Donna? She too was finished with hers and was sitting beside me. I offered to pour her a big drink, which she refused.

"Thanks though hun. Doing smack and alcohol is not the best combo...."

I looked at her...obviously confused and strangely...

"They're both sedatives, bitch. Too sedated and..." nervous laugh "...you stop breathing! That ain't good for business, is it? I'll have a drink in the evening though."

We have a little chat. She's been with Martika for around 3 years. No - silly - not 'owned' like April or Candy. Loves it. Loves the punters. Loves doing all the smack that she wants.

"Yeah, all the drugs an' shit are 'on the house'. Keep us in the mood, keep us working, keep us earning, y'know? Same with the drink and the cigarettes. Martika's idea - a happy whore is a profitable one. Y'know?"

Donna said that she'd worked elsewhere but been kicked out when they knew she was a - her words - 'smackhead', and that she'd found Martika and Martika was ok with it.

"Like we said a bit ago, as long as we can still do the work then she doesn't care."

"She, herself, does shitloads of coke and I know she'll shoot up every so often, but ask any of the other bitches, or any of the punters for that matter, and they'll all say the same thing; she's an amazing fuck and lives and breathes prostitution."

"You'll hear the phrase 'Reputation is everything' a lot from Martika. Why? 'Cos it is! Everything we do reflects on her. Being a good fuck or lousy, she takes that shit personally. Y'know?"

I pull again. Another man led in by Jackie, another guy wanting full sex. Another fuck then downstairs with him, only stopping to let Donna and her latest pass on the landing. Swapping smiles.

When next I'm downstairs, Candy is just wiping her nose and pulling a cigarette from the packet, lighting up by the side of Wendy, as they both sit and chat. Wendy has a white wine on the go and Candy has a tumbler of what looks like vodka.

I help myself to a cigarette...god,I am smoking so much...I'm not really conscious of it...and sit down with my work colleagues. They ask me how it's going. I tell them fine. I ask about Sarah; the tart who's clothes I've borrowed. Who is she?

"Oh, my girl is, like, fuckin' cool, y'know? We're tight. Blonde bitch, y'know? Big earner for my owner..." replies Candy, between a cloud of smoke.

"Yes, a lovely girl. In her teens. Candy, as you might have gathered, is the most popular girl working here, then there's Sarah, then Donna then me."

"Does she do drugs like everyone else?" I ask.

"Well, like I said, Chastity..." starts Wendy, as Candy shakes her head "I don't do any of that. Likewise Sarah. Never taken any drugs. Just a lovely person."

"My bitch'll make some, like, flapjacks or brownies and bring 'em in, y'know? She'll bake and shit for us. She's fuckin' cool an' both the men and women love goin' with her."

I gather she's popular. I'd heard - already - a couple of potential punter's ask Jackie if she was working today.

"You asked about her clothes and punter's semen, hun.." mentions Candy "...well, she's had a lot of cum, over the years, from wearing that fuckin' shit, boo."

"Who knows, it might have brought you luck?" smiles Wendy.

Wendy is quickly called away and off with her next punter. Donna's just finished with hers and is back downstairs, helping herself to a cigarette before heading to the kitchen to make a cup of tea.

"Have to pace myself.." she shouts back.

Martika :

At some point in the morning, this Tom texts me. Asks if his wife can stay in those clothes that she's wearing when he picks her up. I tell him as long as he brings 'em back the next day, that'll be fine.

He sounded happy.

Terri :

Well, I wasn't really pacing myself. The drink and the drugs, April? I'd seen your sister, Candy, just banging out the lines of coke and having triple measures of vodka. I did a bit of that myself. Always with a cigarette on the go too.

I manage to pull in a bunch of punters too, before lunch time. It was a fairly constant procession of taking men upstairs, doing the business, and then bringing them down again. The moistness, from the emissions from myself and from the punters cuming inside, was something that I was beginning to get used to. The normality of it all, April.

As Donna said, at one point

"It's a select establishment; sure. But men still like cuming in us dirty girls."

Lunchtime came and I found myself going for some soup - Carrot and Lentil - alongside some smatterings of grated cheddar, with some bread. Something light, y'know? I didn't want anything too heavy, what with all the being ridden I was doing.

"How's it going? Coping with it?" asked Wendy, between bites of her sandwich.

"Yeah, babe. It's different, for sure, but I'm liking it."

"What she means, 'cos Wendy can be too polite..." begins Donna "...is how's your cunt coping with it all? You've been taking, like, 6 punters...."

"7."

"..sorry, 7 punters, and being balled by them. Now, unless you are really the biggest slag in the world, an' I'm pretty sure you're not, that's a lot to take on."

"I was sore the first time I worked." interjected Wendy.

"A little, I guess..." I reply, taking a sip of coffee "...but it feels masked from the high - and not just from the drugs - of being a part of this lifestyle. Of doing what you're all doing."

"So how come you started this then? Why did you come here today?" asks Wendy.

I start talking about my upbringing. About my sister. About college...university life....drugs....Tom. Then of our marriage and of Tom wanting to see me with others. Of being a 'hotwife' and, eventually, of seeing Martika work the streets...and of being coerced into coming here today.

"So he basically turned you out, hun?" Asked Wendy.

"Yes."

"Fuckin' funny, bitch, that he did all that an' he loves to watch you get it on and Martika's thrown him out today! He's gonna be pissed at that!" Candy says, laughing.

Martika :

Jackie messaged me around lunchtime. Sent me some interesting pictures too. The new bitch was making some good coin for me, getting on really well with the other girlies and was really banging out the drink and drugs. I liked that.

She was getting with 'The Programme', April.

Terri :

After lunch, Candy poured me out another huge tumbler of vodka and said.

"Get it down ya, bitch and bang out a few more lines."

And, for some reason, I did! Without much hesitation.

The rest of the afternoon into the evening became a bit of a blur. I felt...dissassociated. Somewhere else, definitely not on this earth and fucking man after man!

By all accounts I was very hyper. Between punters I was having cigarettes, (apparently) talking shit with whoever was still around, banging out lines of coke or drinking large quantities of...whatever Candy was giving me!

I refused tea, apparently, and was just going up and down those stairs with whoever wanted me.

Donna told me that a couple of football players came in at one point, but I had no clue. Funnily enough, one of the players was admired by Ellie, who I worked with in the bank. She fancied him. She'd have died to have met him!

Meanwhile he was between my thighs...

Martika :

As per usual, I go along to check out the brothel just before I do my own shift streetwalking. I usually take you, don't I April, and we check on how things are going. Any problems with the building, any problems caused by the slags or, any problems caused by the punters.

I like things ship shape.

I talked to Jackie, general shit y'know? All was going well, everyone was earning well and the new bitch had taken a famous - around these parts - football player upstairs.

Candy was just coming down with a woman and told me all was well.

We went out, happy that all was going ok.

Terri :

Apparently, Wendy gave me a hug as she went to pick up her child...I didn't know. I did hear that Martika did come back in the evening, but I was too busy getting somebody's rocks off up the stairs, I never saw her.

I recall getting sick a few times, and Donna telling me to brush my teeth. I recall the phrase "Calm the fuck down!" from someone or other. I couldn't tell.

It was a mix of tiredness, of elation, of lying down, of standing up, of grunts and groans, of constant wetness - of some type or other - from my vagina.

Martika :

So, we'd finished work. It was just gone 3 am. My bitches had worked hard throughout the evening. There was plenty of punters 'round, so they should have anyways! April; You and I were going through the money and paying off the other street slags their 25% share and they'd all gone home.

We did the fairly short walk over to the brothel, we were greeted by Jackie and Tom, the new bitch's husband, as the slags were doing some tidying up after the last punters had gone.

Candy was coming down the stairs, collecting some of the last used sheets, and putting them in for wash.

People never think about the other shit that happens in a brothel. It is a constant changing and washing/drying of sheets for the punters. Have to get on top of that.

Anyways, Donna was emptying the ashtrays and the new bitch was just sitting there, cigarette in hand, just staring forward.

I laughed, looked at Tom and told the fucker...

"I'd said that you'd be back to collect what's left of your slag of a wife, didn't I?"

Tom nodded.

Terri :

What I do remember was that it was very late and I was shattered. In the distance, Tom was there. He was chatting to Martika. So...Martika was there also! I had a cigarette in my hand and with the other I was helped from the sofa by Donna, who proceeded to hug me. Likewise Candy.

Tom draped a coat over my shoulders and escorted me, gingerly, out the front, hitting the cold early morning air. I had not been outside all day. He had the bag of my clothes in his other hand.

Tom helped to get me in the car, did my seatbelt for me and then got in the other side.

The last thing I remember is turning my head sideways, to look at him. He was doing likewise with a big grin on his face. He smiled and then kissed me on the lips.

Facing forward again, he started the car up.

Fade to black.

End Of Part 4