The Awakening Of Chastity Ch 10

A Work Of Fiction.

Part 10 - Next Time, On Martika's Brothel.

Terri :

Tom does love this whole get-up, with the exception of taking the hooking clothes - and jewellery and things - back to Martika's, and doing some shopping, cleaning and hoovering, the rest of the weekend has Tom having me play 'dress up' in the new clothes that me and April bought...and, of course, the jewellery.

I've not seen him so hard...so wild...

We had sex everywhere in the house that weekend. Not love, just pure animalistic rutting...the amount of semen dumped into my orifices, by Tom, was just crazy! How long have we been married now? And he's acting like this?

Like...I'm not complaining!

He does love the pink leather mini skirt, alongside the heels, as well as the red one. Loves the jewellery too - the bangles and rings - but really loves the 'Chastity' necklace.

"Like a different person. A cheap tart." he'll say.

That made my weekend.

Martika :

I can well imagine that they'd be going wild, sexually, with all the gear that I've bought for her. Breaking those clothes in. Ready for her next time out selling herself.

Terri :

The weekend comes and goes so quickly. Soon it's Monday and I'm back at my main job. The job I get paid for. Carmen was in today, and, as we had a little break in the morning, she has a word.

"Yeah...and, y'know, for a minute I thought that I'd seen you in Nottingham on Saturday morning. Me and Richard had gone into town to shop and, Terri, there was this girl - this tart - that looked the spitting image of you."

"Oh...." I sip my tea.

"Yeah, she was with this black girl. Both were smoking, and she was wearing this little leather...erhhh...I'd call it a belt rather than a skirt. Very slutty..." she laughs "God, very slutty!"

I chuckle.

"...but I knew it wasn't you. But, just a spit."

"What was she doing?" I ask, trying to look interested yet trying not to.

"Oh, she looked just like a cheap prossie, waiting for a punter, I'd say." laughs Carmen.

People ask about my Friday. How the family was. I tell them all was good. I ask about the gossip of their Friday out. Sounds like pretty tame compared to mine! Just drunken stuff. Nice food. Someone getting chatted up. Normal stuff, y'know?

Then back at it...at work, until my lunch break. I tell them I need to go to the hospital for a blood test, and they're happy with that. As I collect my phone and head to the door I notice a message from Martika.

"Don't forget your appt at the Clap Clinic, Chastity! M x"

*Sigh* Ok, I walk to where my car is parked and then drive over to the clinic. I take off my badge and put on a hoodie, then go in.

There's a few women hanging around, looking either relaxed or pensive : No middle ground. How odd.

I go up to the lady at the desk and tell her that my name is 'Chastity' and that I have an appointment. She nods, smiles and hands me over a clipboard with a questionnaire on it...and a pencil.

I hurriedly fill it in, as best as I can....and, as instructed by Martika, as honest as I can.

IVDU? Check! Anal sex? Check! Oral Sex? Check! Vaginal? Check! With or without contraception? Without! Multiple sex partners? Check! Married? Check! Additional? Part-time prostitute.

All done, I hand it over.

Smiles. Pointed back to my chair. Then...waiting.

Then in a cubicle....then changed into a gown....then swabbed....then blood test....redressed...then out. At the front desk, I'm making arrangements for Friday morning, early, for the weeks that I hook. I remember what Martika told me.

Bit sore, I head back to the car, and drive back. I've had an apple for lunch...that's all...but, back to work I go.

Work's fine. No real big issues. Monday's are never too crazy, very pedestrian. No big company issues, really. They were, of course, back in the day but since people can deposit cash out over weekends, it's pretty easier these days.

Friday's are usually the busy days, or the crazy afternoon, in which little businesses nearby rush to bank their takings. That's just how it is.

Martika :

I message the bitch to remind her about the Clap Clinic. I hear that she goes. Good. Don't have need for some dirty, disease ridden slag anywhere near my punters.

I'm still fuming with Candy about the whole smack thing, and make it known to her, but she does have a point; The bitch has never tried heroin before an', if she'd been banging out just what Candy was used to then she'd more than likely be dead by now. I get that. So....what, Candy?

"I only got her shot up with 1/3 of what I used. Enough to keep the bitch buzzin', y'know? Not enough to do her in, boss.." is what she said.

Hence, I'd wager, the reason that the slag isn't ringing me up wanting some gear.

Good. I don't need that shit in my life. That can lead to her losing her gig at the bank.

Of course, I have no fuckin' idea if she's getting that shit from elsewhere.

I'm angry for Tom, in a way too. He's put his faith into this slag. He reminds me of my Mark. I think they'd get on really well, y'know, April? Injecting really isn't for everyone and, I'm not too sure if they'd discussed that shit beforehand, but from the look on his face, I'd say that it deeply upset him.

Chastity had stepped over the line. Got to keep him sweet too, so I will, next time that the bitch is working it for me, make sure she knows not to upset him.

Terri :

After work and getting home, Tom comes back shortly from his job. We have tea and cuddle on the sofa. I tell him about my day, about the whole Clap Clinic experience and of booking out, monthly, further appointments. He's impressed with my ingenuity.

"That makes sense, Terri. Thinking ahead and stuff. Good idea." he says.

My phone rings and it's my sis. We chat a little about just general stuff. Not heard from her for a while. Weeks. Nice bit of normality for me.

Work is work. Mundane, after what I've been doing. Still not doing any 'playdates', but Tom and I are hanging out and hitting some MDMA either around the house - with the music on, of course - or in a pub. Not always, that would be crazy, but just once in a while.

Friday comes and I'm smiling, showing customer's in and working out their financial concerns, but I'm also thinking of hanging out with Wendy, Candy and Donna...

waiting or our 'pep talk' from Martika, starting selling myself to all and sundry... whoever comes through that door.

I'm jealous of that.

I'm here...doing this shit? Fine. Helping people. Great. Nice. But it's not what I want to do forever. Certainly not what 'Chastity' wants from her life.

A month passes and it's Friday again. Showered, dressed....shagged by Tom, of course....and then taken out, early, as Chastity, and over to the clinic to get checked out.

Pink leather mini skirt, black heels, fishnets, white top. Jewellery? Lots of. Including my name pendant. I light up a cigarette, to get into the mood and persona of Chastity again. Smoke it before going in and getting checked.

Of course, this time, there's the...erhhh...residue...of Tom's deposit in me before going out....the clinician gives me one of those 'What The Fuck?' looks as she swabs me. I'm told that my previous swab was negative, so - thankfully - no sexual diseases to stop me from working today.

I get in the car, relieved. Tom looks at me. "So, all good?" he asks. "Yeah, babe, I can hook today." I beam back.

...and we go over to Martika's Brothel.

Martika :

Thursday was a busy night for me. Both personally and at the brothel. I'd, myself, shagged 14 punters out on the streets and my bitches had done good business too. Sorted out the brothel girls and then home to Mark and the kids...and Mark was awake and ready for his.

We were banging away until the early morning. I bet you could hear us, April? He loves me coming back from working the streets.

Suffice to say that I was fuckin' knackered....but, I banged out a couple of lines, and had a big coffee, as soon as I got up. That's kept me alert and awake. Always does.

Being the bitch that runs the bitches, I have to be on point too. I mean, I always dress the same...whether I'm working or not, y'know? But I mean hair done and makeup and shit. Lead from the front.

So, I'm at the door of the brothel....Candy's getting her shit sorted....waiting for Chastity to arrive...with hubby in tow. Candy, the Sunday after I found out about the heroin shit, had been taught a lesson. Been a while since I had to beat that bitch, but she responds well to punches, slaps and kicks...but it had to be done.

She, herself? Heroin and coke I force her to do to keep that bitch obedient. Keep her working for me. Along with the threats of violence, of course. That's what it's taken to force her into this life...this career. The other bitches? They have made the decision. I don't need them to be forced to work.

But, the bruises have gone. You couldn't tell if you didn't know already.

Being the bitch that runs the bitches, that has to be on point, I have to show some - that's Chastity, this time - just who is the fuckin' boss and not to disrespect who has set her on this path. In this case, Tom her husband.

So, when he pulls up in the car in the drive, with the bitch in tow, I gesture them to both come in. Candy, by now, is with me...decked in her little red leather mini, heels and top...big black belt...and she's lighting up a cigarette.

Bitch comes in with Tom and.....THWACK! I slap her hard....across the face.

Terri :

So, I'm in the car with Tom and I'm pretty happy. Got the all clear, of course, and we drive up and we get out. Martika, we see at the window, beckoning us in. I'm thinking I'm looking hot and gonna be banging punters like crazy today, in my own clothes and things, and I look pleasing to my boss.

Candy's there, of course. She's always there. Looking very hot indeed. Always on point, just taking a drag from her freshly lit cigarette and I'm smiling an' all.

Then....THWACK! From out of nowhere, Martika slaps me around the face. Hard. Very hard. I felt her rings imprint on my cheek.

"I've been meaning to do that since I last saw you, bitch..." snarled Martika. I briefly gaze at Tom. He looks shocked.

"...don't you ever, and I repeat, EVER do that heroin shit again. Candy..." she turns to face Candy who now has her head down in servitude "..knows that she fucked up. I taught her a lesson."

"You..." she begins again "....you've been let loose into this lifestyle, with your fuckin' husband here..with his permission. He was so fuckin' upset at what you did. I won't tolerate that for Tom. You disrespect him. You have carte blanche here to fuck absolutely everyone and yet you do this shit. You disrespect Tom and you disrespect me. I will not tolerate this."

"So? Talk, you fuckin' piece of shit. What you have to say? And don't you dare cry."

Once again, I apologise to Tom and to Martika for putting them through this. I said that I'd behave.

"Good. Is that ok with you Tom?" Martika asks. He says that he is.

"Ok, well say your goodbye's to Tom. Tom, you can pick up this piece of shit after she's finished her shift here. Bitch, you hurry up and then I want you banging out lines of coke, ok?"

I say my goodbyes and that I love him, to Tom, and Tom echoes those sentiments back.

Martika :

Once Tom's pissed off back into the car, and Chastity is bent over that table hovering up a bunch of lines, I text him just to say that I'll make sure that she stays in line today, and that I did that for him. It's a while later before he messages me with a "Thanks x"

Gotta look after the husbands after all. They allow bitches, like this Chastity, to be on her back and earn for me.

Terri :

So I'm into the routine again of bent over the table, smoothing out the cocaine and making lines and snorting them up, upon Martika's command. As I'm getting up, Candy takes her place and then, after Candy, Martika does a bunch herself.

So I'm standing around, and the door goes. It's Jackie coming in...quickly followed by Donna, who's quickly down - after pleasantries to both me and Candy - to hit the cocaine herself. Then this Sarah arrives, then Wendy.

Full house!

I'm trying to act as if nothing has happened. Martika's on Tom's side. I get it. I don't want to get on the wrong side of her. April, you've told me stories, haven't you? So, just calm yourself girl, do the work...do some blow...chat with the girls...and just..... behave!

So, there's this Sarah, who've I've been borrowing the clothes from. Blonde bombshell material...late teens, I'd say...big red lips.......I say hi, thank her for lending out the clothes and just come out with all this hooker shit...try to impress her, y'know? That I'm totally down with her and the other girls.

Sarah :

God, April. Meeting this....'Chastity'...was something. She says hi, thanks me for the clothes - which is fine, y'know? Martika got them for me but she does have some of the others use them, like we all do, if needed. It's a community after all - and then she offers me out OUR cocaine...our cigarettes...our wine....like she's some established hooker or something.

Well, 3 days of working in a brothel, over 3 months, is so not the same as working the last 3 years, as I have, day in and day out! I'm not 'playing' at it, like this idiot here. This is my job. My career.

Besides, I have never done drugs and not planning on doing them.

Stupid.

Terri :

I offer out some cocaine, totally forgetting what Wendy said when I very first started...that Sarah doesn't do any of that. I offer her a cigarette, which she accepts, and light her up.

She seems a nice girl. Well respected by the others.

Sarah :

I get asked by this Chastity about working the streets last month. I can vaguely remember. I never like doing that. It's a case of just trying to get through that, night after night, so I try to forget about it.

But...thanks girl for reminding me!

Terri :

Donna is hammering out a glass of wine before the punters start coming in.

We've had the 'pep talk', of course, and Martika has left us to it. Jackie has wished us all a good day.

Candy's got her first punter and takes him up to 'service', then I see Sarah at work. Off and running with, what looks like a regular, then Donna gets picked.

A punter comes for me and I take him upstairs, sorting out my camera/ornament before we get down to it. I hear, over the sounds of Candy cumming, then Jackie telling a punter to wait as all rooms are being used. Poor Wendy.

It's not long before the man I'm with is leaving me with an emission into my lusting vagina...as he gets off the top of me, pulls his spent member out, and breathlessly tells me that that was good.

Good. Shimmy down my pink leather mini. We're off to a great start!

As we get our stuff together - clothing on etc - I can make out the noise from across the way of Wendy getting down to it and Sarah and her punter leaving. We head down the stairs a few minutes later.

For the first few hours of the day it's all negotiating stairs, nodding to who's going down them...and then nodding to those that are going up after we've finished our session. Changing sheets, taking down the washing. The machine is on, washing the gism, the makeup, the sweat and the semen out of them...to be dried...then replaced as needed.

Just time for a quick chat, or to light up a cigarette, or maybe a drink or wine or a whiff of coke before the next punter.

Lunchtime and we're sitting out in the garden. It's mid to late summer, so it's fairly warm. We're around a table. Jackie's got all the doors open so she can hear who's there. We're having paninni's or salad, and true to what Candy said on my first day here, Sarah has made some chocolate brownies.

"It's true..." she starts, offering them out as she takes a drag of her cigarette "...I like to cook. To bake. It was one of the things I was good at at school."

"So not bangin' boys?" I ask, smiling. Donna giggles.

"No. I never went with a boy. I found that out here, working for Martika." she grins, then takes a bite.

"Chastity!" shouts Jackie from the front "...there's someone here for you.."

I stop eating, take a sip of wine, straighten out my skirt and head back indoors. I was introduced to my next punter. Black man. Probably 30's or 40's. 6 foot..ish...

I smile, take him by the hand and lead him upstairs. Set up the camera. Onto the bed. Skirt up and fucked doggie style. Hard. Moans and groans. Clanking of bangles. Creaking of the bed. Then...he cums. I know he comes, 'cos he shouts "I'm cumming" to me. Then, he pulls out of my moist mess.

Pull my skirt down, feel the cum trickle into the band on my fishnets, and once he's dressed take him downstairs, and finish off my salad...after I've washed my hands, of course!

After lunch, Candy and Sarah are back at it. Popular. Either singularly or together with a punter or two.

"Yeah, punters like fucking them both. Or them fucking each other. They're very popular. Rakes in the cash.." says Donna, offering me the customary cigarette.

I'm about half way through my shift.

End Of Part 10