A Work Of Fiction.
Chapter 8 - Tagged
Terri :
With just another 4 days to go until I have to work again, I succumb to messaging Martika, my Madame. God, I've said I 'have to' go to work, in reality I don't have to, of course. But that's just how it is; It's a need, a wanting. Tom gets it.
Well, I haven't told him yet, but he said that he'd be ok with any decision that I make.
And...I've made it.
So I phone up the tattooist, they're not that far away. His name is Dean...likes to be called Deano.
"Ah, one of 'Martika's girls'? Sure. I get it. I can fit you in this evening. We generally shut at 5:30 pm. What? You're working until then? Ok, you're nearby I hope. Ok, we'll keep the shop open for you. Any girl of Martika's is income for us. See you then."
And, with that, he hung up.
How I managed the rest of my day at work I have no idea.
Just gone 6 pm when I make it to his shop. I apologise as I struggled to find parking.
"No problem luv. So, what's your number?"
I start reeling off my telephone number...
"No, I mean your 'number'. What is Martika marking you as?"
"No 9.." I answer, pretty much flushed with a combination of rushing to his place and of embarrassment.
"And...the 'name'? "
"Erhhh...um...'Chastity'.." I answer.
He smiles. "Good hooker name.." he answers, before going to work. He asks me to lie down on his couch, on my chest, and pulling up my dress and pulling my knickers down to expose my bum cheek.
He puts some kind of cream on me, something that he wipes off and then starts.
It tickles more than is painful....then begins to sting...and then it's done.
20 minutes? 30 minutes? Something like that.
I ask him how much it would cost, he waves his hand towards me.
"No, no Chastity. Martika pays for it, always. We settle up with her, ok?"
Then adds "Martika wanted a picture of you getting it, so I sent one to her."
Fuck. Still...stay calm.
I thank him and then head off home. Driving, or should I say sitting on that cheek, is a bit painful...in an ache type of way...but I manage to get back home alright.
Of course Tom wants a look once I get back home.
Martika :
I get a message, alongside a picture, of the bitch's tattoo from Deano. Nice. Looks like the slag is gonna work for me this Friday after all...just like I said she would.
Hook, line and sinker...
Terri :
Like I said, Tom want to look, but it has a covering over to protect it. He gently peels it off to reveal my branding.
"Wow. That's gorgeous. So you're...like...one of her stable now?" he tentatively asks.
"I guess I am, babe..." I answer whilst he's putting the dressing back on. "I guess I am."
The rest of the evening went fine. Late meal, of course, and snuggling up with Tom, until bedtime.
More sex. More caring and foreplay. My stallion is certainly keeping me up at night.
So up, tired, the next day and back at work. Tom's made breakfast before he too heads to work, wishing me a good day.
Talking to the girls on the desk and just general chit chat. They're going out on Friday night and wondering what my plans are, seeing as it's yet another Friday off.
I make my excuses, saying that we're seeing some of Tom's family on the Friday and I wish them a lovely time.
I can't really tell them that I'm going to be dressed like a right old slapper and having around 18 men cuming in me all day and night, now can I? I can't say that I'm going be banging out ounces of cocaine and knocking back a good half litre of vodka.
So I just leave it.
I feel......sad....sometimes, April. Sometimes, like, excluded from things...from people....self-excluded, granted, but away from people and situations that I used to love before this whole lifestyle has took over.
What was once just doing a pill and getting off my head, that was so long ago. Then the kissing and making out with Tom's friends. Then the whole hotwife and 'playdates' thing. So tame compared to what I do now.
I used to be able to do all that seedy crap and keep it away from my family 'persona'. Lead a normal, everyday life. Compartmentalize it all.
But that was 'playing' at it. This - working a shift in a brothel - is really playing with the big boys. Something very serious.
I love being Chastity.
Anyways, days come...Tuesday..Wednesday...and then Thursday morning, Tom goes to the brothel - before work - to pick up my clothes. He doesn't get the same ones that I had been wearing for my past two shifts - my 'lucky' ones - but he picks up a red leather miniskirt and heels, black fishnets and a white top, alongside the usual jewellery and stuff. He texts me this.
'Sounds good.' I reply back.
Martika :
So Candy says, Tom comes around and she passes on some other clothes to him for his slag wife to wear. Sarah, y'see April, is a bit pissed off by her taking that stuff. Well, she's not taking it, I'm giving it to Chastity, right?
Anyways, that bitch is working the streets this week.
Tom takes the shit back to his wife.
Terri :
After work and Tom comes home with the clothes, he gets me to model them for him. I go hard on the makeup and I've bought, recently, similar perfume that those girls wear.
I light up a cigarette....only my 2nd of the week.
Back as Chastity.
We have....vigorous sex.....just plain old rutting...and Tom is in me deep and pumping out copious amounts of semen. I like that. He's breathless. I'm breathless.
He pulls out of my sticky mess and pulls up his pants.
"That was...great!"
I smile back at him.