The Awaening of Chastity

A Work Of Fiction.

Part 11 - Next Time, On Martika's Brothel Pt 2

Terri :

Donna and I get shouted through, by Jackie, Front-Of-House, and we have a brief chat to our respective sex partners, as Wendy comes down the stairs with her latest conquest. She smiles as she passes us.

As we head up the stairs to our respective bedrooms there's the lewd chat from Candy, the punters egging her on and the soft moans from, I'd guess, Sarah from one of the bedrooms. The girls are still going strong.

Within minutes, I'm on top of my punter, riding him hard...feeling that juicy penis inside me...grinding against him...pushing him deeper and deeper....concentration on my face....

"You like that?" I ask "Being ridden by this dirty tart? I am such a dirty whore...." I can feel him getting harder and harder.

15 minutes. Bounching...grinding...banging...into that cock is all it takes for him to cum...with a large, deep groan.

I climb off. Pull my mini skirt down in a very lady-like manner. Feel that sperm trickling out...again...as he thanks me and gets himself all sorted out.

Downstairs again. Wendy offers me a cigarette whilst lighting herself up.

"Thanks, luv..." I exclaim through a cone of excess smoke.

We chat a little, before I'm picked again. Just finishing off my cigarette and heading back up those stairs with punter number....god, I don't know...and Sarah and Candy are coming downstairs, smiling, with their punter. They've finished. God, they were ages!

My guy does me doggie, leaves a deposit, but also gives me a tip.

£10.

How wonderful!

Down the stairs, Candy's hitting the coke and it doesn't take much time for me to do a few the lines too.

Up. Downing a big glass of white wine and then another punter.

I blow him.

Wendy's time to go and we hug. She's got her kid to pick up. She wishes me a good evening and goes.

Love that woman. She's been really nice, and kind, to me.

Back at it, banging punters.

The rest of the evening, the amount of men coming through the door, is quite extensive, Candy is literally up and down those stairs like crazy. Sarah is too. Donna? Think we're neck and neck in the punter stages. End of the evening and I've done 18, all told, including 2 up my arse. That, of course, pays the best.

Not that I get any money, of course.

Tom picks me up.

It's getting to be routine.

Work is...just work. It's ok. I do go out with the banking gang, out for a few drinks, and show my face a couple of times. Obviously quite tame. Compared to mine and Tom's nights out, certainly! No slipping in a tablet and going off our heads. The dancing non-stop? Hmmmmmmm....maybe. It's alright.

Next month, which is month 5 for me, and Martika - my boss - introduces me to her daughter, Miya, that had just started that very week. Martika wants her to work in the brothel, to get some sort of grounding in whoring.

Apart from seeing her, that time when I was over at Martika's house...with all those clothes that the boss bought for me - alongside you, of course, April - she laughed at me that day. Never really spoke though.

Anyways, she's at the door with her mum, hair teased up, lots of jewellery, uniform of little leather mini - black, like the one I am wearing this time - and, like last time I saw her, a cigarette between her fingers.

She nods at me.

Candy is all in red today. Looking...fuckin'....gorgeous!

"Hey girl!" she says, smiling then taking a drag from her cigarette.

Donna, Sarah, Wendy...alongside Jackie, of course, all come through the door. We all make small talk before Tom goes and leaves me to it.

Bent over the coke I go. It's the ritual. I'm surprised that Miya, Martika's daughter, is banging out lines just like the rest of us.

"Miya's always been interested in following the family tradition..." whispers Wendy, away from prying eyes and ears. "...she's just started, this week, and has been doing good business..."

"Yeah..." begins Sarah, later, "...she's been doing the hooker initiation thing too. Did you do it Chastity?"

Can't say that I did.

Martika :

The 'Hooker initiation' shit is quite a thing for the bitches to go through. It proves dedication. It proves resilience......it also provides a little entertainment for the other bitches to watch too.

So....the brothel girls normally go bareback, right? Well, for the initiation - that lasts all week - they make, if they can, all their punters use rubbers. Oral, anal, vaginal. Whatever. We have a big pint glass that's in the fridge and, over the course of the day they'll empty the contents of their used rubbers into the glass. Same with the street slags. Ok? Yeah? Got it so far?

So, over the course of the working day/night they'll be something like 150 + collective of our punter's cum in that glass.

We'd all go 'round to the brothel, after it's all been added and mixed up and shit, and in front of the rest of us this new bitch will have to drink it all down.

We'd be cheering on the slag to drink it all down.

If she does? That's great. She's one of us. Whatever day over the course of the week. Yeah? Cool an' all, but the bitch will have to continue anyways for the remainder of the week.

If she doesn't then she don't get paid. If she doesn't try then the bitch is kicked to the curb. If she at least tries then she's there to fight another day, y'know? The new bitch will get paid from when she manages to down the lot without puking. That's business. That she has to continue for the remainder of the week, that's entertainment for the rest of us fuckers.

Sarah :

I did mine, day 5. It was awful, but I had to do it.

Martika :

I was quite proud of Miya. Bitch got it down on Day 3. But, as per the rules, she still has to do that shit for the whole of the first week.

Oh, and if the bitch does fail then I'll normally take the remainder, fix the bitch with a hard stare, and down the rest myself. It shows my authority but also that I walk what I talk, y'know?

Terri :

God, that sounds just.....mental! A cold shiver runs down my spine. Yes, this separates people like me - dirty old slags that think we're prostitutes - to the real thing.

Poor cow.

I don't get to spend much time with Miya. She's busy enough either with punters, hammering away at cocaine or at vodka. She seems to drink a lot.

We're working it, as per what is now coming to be quite the norm. Men, and women, come through the doors, Jackie shows them who's available and we go with them.

More, and newer people, than I have met before. Guess the 'business model' - punters, hand picked, by the street girls working for Martika, that have proven over time their more clean cut ideals and practices with them, they're given the address/phone number of the brothel. Jackie has an up-to-date list of them all - is

working well.

At some points during the afternoon time it starts coming like Heathrow Departure Lounge, what with all the comings and goings. As Wendy completes her shift it leaves myself, Candy, Donna, Sarah and now Miya to service all the rest of the punters.....

Which, we've learned April, that it's a lot.

A lot of bed work. Business is, indeed, brisk, but we have time still to have a bite to eat, time to smoke, to have a drink or two...to do our lines, or like Donna or Candy will do, shoot up.

Obviously, certain people will lose their shit if I do H again. I'm tempted, of course, but as Sarah says 'cos the jungle drums of this place means everyone knows everything about everyone else, "Don't piss off Martika. Girl, she's been great to you. She's looking out for you and your other job. Not to mention your Tom."

I get it.

Coke is enough for me, and at the end of the night...well, 3am...when I'm heading down the stairs, cigarette between my lips, creaking in the now very-worn-in black leather mini skirt....and Sarah is doing same, after servicing her last punter in a similar black one....and I see Tom, alongside some of the other tarts.

Street girls, I take it.

April, of course, I know you don't I? Already. But I'm introduced to Amber, Jenny, Felicity and some others. Martika, of course, is right there...alongside Miya. In the centre of it all.

Both Sarah and I empty the contents of our finished punters's condom's into the pint glass...now, very full...after the street girls have done likewise.

It's given a stir, by Jackie...and that gloopy liquid just....I feel quite nauseous....

Anyways, Martika does this little speech, about today being the last day of the initiation. About just how proud she is of Miya, her daughter, following the family tradition - of her grandmother being a prostitute, of her own mother being a prostitute and now, her eldest daughter, joining the ranks - and that she's has

already passed, on Day 3, but has to finish off the week in style, drinking down the last.

Miya looks hammered....coke....she has a little smile on her face....looks a little uneaven in her gait...just how she's standing up....as Jackie goes to pick up the pint glass from the fridge.

I'm looking at this now full glass and I have two thoughts...

One...."God, she's gonna drink this down!"

Two....that glass represents all the punters that Martika's stable of prostitutes - 'Martika's Bitches' - have fucked last night/today. That represents all the money that Martika has earned from us all. It also represents our - not including me, of course - dedication to her...let alone to prostitution itself.

Felicity brings it over to Martika, and hands it over. Martika gives it to Miya, and with our cheerleader-style encouragement, and 4 or 5 big gulps of that liquid, Miya downs it....looks a little queasy after the first swallow, but keeps it down before continuing.

I'm impressed, in the grossest kind of way.

Martika :

Once it's done, then I pay out the girls. Never before. They're there to watch the new bitch, whether she's my daughter or not, put through her paces and proving herself.

Then they get paid.

Candy? Of course, as you know April, she doesn't get any money, but Sarah get's her £400 and Donna gets her £300 for their hard work.

Tom? He watches the shit go down. Looks a little pale, I think, with everything that had gone down. I have a quick word, inviting him and Chastity to ours so that he and Mark can chat. He's ok with that. Good. Miya can get in his car too...April, you can walk home....it's not that far.

Terri :

Martika pays the girls - Sarah & Donna - their earnings and then she thanks everyone for stopping and seeing Miya doing her thing. As the street girls start to trundle out, and Sarah and Felicity chat alongside Amber - the 'Charmed Sisters', as you tell me, April - Martika sidles over and invites Tom and I to her place, so that we can chat to Mark.

Tom's all for it. Me, I can hardly say no, right?

So as we all go, leaving Jackie to it, and get into our car....me and Miya in the back...Martika in passenger's side..... We drive the short way over to Martika's. It looks different in the night, compared to the daytime, but we come in and Mark is snoozing on the sofa.

Martika kisses him awake and then he stirs and remember's where he is....greeted by his daughter and two relative strangers.

Mark puts the kettle on and preps a round of teas and coffees.

Both Martika and Miya are lighting up their respective cigarettes, whilst accepting their coffees. Me and Tom are having tea.

Mark's asking how everyone is. Miya pipes us that she's done plenty of punters. Martika has a proud mum look on her face.

Just feels odd to me. Likewise Tom.

Mark starts chatting to Tom...about life...about their own respective careers - Mark is a lawyer, of all things - and of how and what he thinks of his spouse and her lifestyle.

Mark's very obviously proud of his wife and says that he thinks more of the sex act between her and her punters as "..just work. That's her job...". Mark comes across as very confident.

My Tom? Not so much. Mark's been around prostitution the majority of his life and, obviously met and married a 'lady of the night'. Tom? This is all still very new to him. All the 'play dates' from before, that was something that he felt - his words - "..in control of..." and that this was far more hardcore.

He certainly was picking up courage. Both him and Mark talked about drugs in the lifestyle. Mark being totally a "..non participant, but I'm fine with Martika - and Miya - using. As long as they don't affect their daily lives in a bad way - as in, you can still be a 'functional human being' - then that's ok."

He goes on.

"Martika here does, I think, insane levels of cocaine when she wants to, but the thing is that she's still able to look after our children, do whatever daily tasks she needs to. It's part of her life. She's never falling over, lying on the floor vomiting or anything. She just goes about her day."

Martika shrugs her shoulders and sips her coffee.

Tom says that he's worried about me.

Martika smiles. "Your bitch knows her level. She knows how far to do."

They're just talking about me like I wasn't even there!

Mark butts in. "Tom, she's in safe hands. Martika has been hooking since she was a teen. She knows this business inside and out. She'll show Terri the right way of going about things. Business and reputation, as I'm sure you've heard, are the top of the most important things to remember..."

Miya sighs and takes a drag of her cigarette.

"Oi! Shit for brains!" shout Martika towards her "..You're just starting out. You know fuck all. We all know fuck all at the start, but think we know everything, So listen up and you just might learn something that makes you better."

April, who's come in just a short while before this conversation, and with her pint glass of vodka - you always drink that, don't you April? - joins in the conversation.

"My boo knows what's best. She's fuckin' amazeballs. She taught me. Taught me good. Miya? I'm showing her some of the shit too. Helping when I can. We want her to be one of the best...."

"I have no fuckin' option, do I?" starts Miya "This is my family's life. My great grandmother, my grandmother, my mum. All slags. All sold themselves. I envy them. I want to be just like them...."

Me and Tom exchange glances...a kind of 'WTF' thing.

Martika :

I notice the bitch look at Tom when Miya was talking about being part of the lifestyle that we have.

I pipe up myself.

"Look, this is me and what I fuckin' represent. I'm 24/7 this. Ok? This is my life. This is our life. We've had the kids and they've grown up around it all. Not, of course, when they were babies and shit - god, I'm not that shit a mother - but when they were of an age I was more open to them about the drugs, the drink and whoring."

"If they were to grow up and want to be, like...hairdressers or some kind of shit like that, then, y'know...I'd be happy and supportive. Help them out. Whatever. Y'know? But Miya here, she wanted to do this. When she was of age, we chatted it through...the bitch still wanted to do it, so I - and April - taught her."

"I am happy that she hooks. Too fuckin' right. My mum isn't, but then my mum wasn't happy with me doing it either. But it is what it is."

Then Mark starts. "I think of prostitution as very honest work and way of living. The girls represent something. They offer sex for money. It's a transaction. There's no buying flowers, chocolates...there's no wooing. It's sex, pure and simple. The man wants a release, the woman want the same..plus money...so it's very direct and straight to the point."

"As such, Miya's entry in the lifestyle is perfectly acceptable to me. I have no problem with it."

"...and Tom, I don't know if you've done this yet...."

Oh, has he done it. Mark fuckin' knows he has....

"..but, when Martika has finished working her beat - and all her punters are like Terri's; bareback - I love getting her home and having sex with her. The feeling...when I'm inside her...."

"Have you ever tried that with Terri, just after she's finished her shift in the brothel?"

Tom blushes "Oh...yes!" he answers.

"Does she feel kind of...amazing?"

Tom smiles....

"..and you're giving her one and you cum....and, like, add to the rest that is there inside her. Isn't that just....addictive?"

"The best.." answers Tom.

"Plus...again, I have no idea again if this is you or not, she comes back really hornier...."

Tom does nod in agreement. I look at the bitch and smile.

Terri :

Tom's speaking more to this stranger, than he's really done with me. Mark's very relaxed style, still with their grown up daughter here listening...which is not something that I myself would be comfortable with...it's put Tom at ease. Relaxed.

Sharing similar experiences. Talking about it. Not many people to find in the world you can chat about your wife's sex life with...and proudly, at that.

I spark up a cigarette, whilst they're talking away.

Martika joins in with "Well, Tom, everyone loves riding this ol' slag here..." pointing at me "...and emptying their balls in it..." So...I'm an 'It' now? " And she's got quite a few regulars that enjoy banging the arse out of her..."

"...much like I am with you, babe...." Mark, thankfully, buts in "....which means that we make money. Simple! It's a regular day for Martika here to have so many men having their end away in her. It's what's normal for her. Normal for me too."

Martika looks at Mark...then at Tom...

What's happening?

Martika "..which means that we'd like to offer you a deal here."

I sit up, draw deep from my cigarette....

"W-what kind of deal? What do you mean?"

"A deal, bitch..." begins Martika "...in which I will pay you around £50,000, which is your salary, right? For the year?"

I nod my head in agreement...not sure of what the fuck is being talked about...

"..If you give up the bank and work for me full time. What's your thoughts?"

Tom is dumbstruck. So am I.

"I-I-I don't know..." I'm confused.

"Look..." starts Mark "..It's ok to say no, yes or maybe. The offer is there. You'd be working, much like you have done on the Fridays, but with payment too. So, like a real prostitute...."

"And..." he continues "...you can still stay as you are, going to my wife's place every month to work for free. That's no problem..."

"No problem at all, y'know?" says Martika.

"Just think about it..." answers Mark.

"I mean, you're good right?" I nod and smile at Martika "...and you've, like, fuckin' earned around £1400 for me. Last night. I'd be some kind of fuckin' dork not to offer you a deal to work for me, properly."

"Let me think about it...." is all I can think of saying.

End Of Part 11