The Awaening of Chastity

A Work Of Fiction.

Part 14 - Like Oxygen

Terri :

Just seeing both Martika, my boss, and Amber tear a new arsehole out of Jerry was such an amazing thing. I have only seen her in a upbeat yet pissed kind of mood. Never like this. Full-on gangster.

After he paid up, and ran off into the night, Martika made it very obvious that nobody would even dare try that again. Violence through intimidation. I like it. But I know that, if it came down to it, whoever caused grief for her girls would be in for a whole world of hurt.

I thanked her. Thanked her for getting my money back.

"Oh no, you're not getting that back. What did I tell you? You come to me. Right? If you came to me in the bloody first place then you'd not have to spend a bloody penny. Yet, here we are. You didn't put your trust in me. Now you know for next time there's any problems."

"Anyways, get back to fucking working..."

Great! Fuck! Great!

That's sarcasm.

Anyways. I worked. I had, like, 6 more hours to work. It was busy.

End of the night? God, I could barely walk. I'd been bonking the previous Friday, then Saturday...and now this Saturday. I was a little sore, to say the least.

Didn't stop Tom from getting his end away inside my slick vagina though...not once....not twice...but thrice!

I was exhausted....Tom had probably lost a stone in bodily fluids....not much sleep.

I could barely lift myself off the bed and haul myself into the shower...but, I did.

Tom was up....and made me a coffee.

Cue big, long chat.

I told him about the money. The savings. How Martika had took it all. That had him pissed. I made mention of what she said; that, whenever we have an issue that we should sound her out first. That she could have sorted it, easily, without us having to pay anything.

He's angry, but does calm down a little.

"Her plan did work, I guess, and she was taking a stance. I get it...." he muses...

"But, I know she's out to get you working for her, full-time."

"I know, babe..." I answer "...I know."

My next week at work was much better.

Carefree.

Well....I still did have people's finances and lives to deal with. Important stuff, after all, but at least I didn't have the threat of some blackmailing ex punter over my head.

I'd seen Martika. Seen what she was like. Seen her business mind. I respected that.

I felt safe with that.

We spent that weekend away with my family. In a cottage. In the Lakes. Nice to be back to normal. Mum and dad seem to be in a joyful mood. We go out walking, eating good homemade food or a Sunday pub lunch, and just hanging out together.

Very normal. Recharging and resetting.

Tom likes this time too. It's beautiful out. Lots of lovely views, few people - like-minded - to chat to when you're out, just slipping back into nature.

Back at work relaxed, rested and happy.

Martika :

We get no comeback from this Jerry, thankfully - for him - and I'm up £1k. I guess word gets around. He must have heard about the guy that smashed up one of my bitches cars. We found him on the CCTV, knew where he lived and, that night, a bunch of us - including you, April, remember? - went to his home and bricked all his windows. His wife wasn't happy - she came out, in her dressing gown, to all the broken glass - and then we told her about her husband.

Don't think their marriage lasted long after that.

Terri :

Then, of course, the next Friday I was back at Martika's. Putting in a shift. After having my check up, of course.

Good times.

As I came in to the Brothel, in all my finery, I heard you, April, with a raised voice to Miya. You were feeding her a coffee. I guess trying to sober her up.

Martika :

Back in the day, when Miya started this, she was in her heavy drinking phase. She'd been out with you before all this and she used to love to get wrecked in a nightclub. I thought that starting work for me - working in the brothel - would sort her shit out.

It did for a while, but she'd also lapse into just getting - her words - '...hammered..' from time to time. This was, obviously, one of those times.

But, to work, she needs to be professional. Obviously, these days April, with her being your partner, she's more adjusted. Plus we went to put her on the streets to sell herself, and that sorted her the fuck out.

But, at this time? This was how she was sometimes.

Not gonna work today, here. She needs to get her shit sorted...which is why April is giving her some shit.

There's no passengers when you run bitches like these.

Terri :

I just cough loudly, just to give warning that I'm not interrupting something.

Jackie's right behind me, coming in....hears the commotion....then puts a hand on my shoulder...

"Just stay here, babe. Miya, right?" she whispers "..let them sort things out. She needs a stiff word, sometimes. Anyways, you ok How's things?"

...and, just like that, Jackie is ever the professional, and we natter away.

Around 5 or so minutes, and Martika and you April come out...apologising for the delay, just needed to sort Miya out.

Just as Sarah and Donna arrive, again, all cheap hooker style.

Me? I've still got a long coat over my stuff...not as brazen as either of them.

They both say hi....and Candy comes downstairs to greet everyone too.

The girls natter, anecdotally, about the previous night. In jokes and all.

We all join Miya on the sofa...one by one...some lighting up cigarettes, like I am...some, like Candy, getting a big glass of vodka...and some making hot drinks.

Once settled, Martika does her speech as per usual....rally the troops into selling ourselves....as usual, Candy is the most attentive...alongside you, April....and, as is getting to be a regular thing, as not really listening to from Miya. Maybe because she's still drunk?

Anyways, Martika and you leave, April, and we get set for the day.

As per, Candy pulls quickly...followed by Sarah....then Donna...then Miya.

I'm left hanging...

I ask Jackie where Wendy is. Seems like she's on holiday with her kid.

Nice.

Although the music's on downstairs - some TLC currently playing - I can hear both Candy and Sarah with their respective punters..just slightly out of sync with each other, which makes a kind of cannon-effect with their moans.

I find it funny as I'm doing my first couple of lines of coke of the day.

Jackie beckons me over, so I get up. First customer of the day. Regular sex.

Well...he gets it!

Job done, black leather miniskirt pulled down as cum leaks out....next punter..

I pass Miya on the stairs, taking her next one up. We nod. Then Candy's onto her next before I hit the bottom of the stairs and show out my guy.

I sit down, next to Sarah.

Sarah :

I've just bonked my first punter of the day and just chilling out, cigarette lit, and just scrolling through my Facebook feed on my phone, as this Chastity sits besides me and asks me about Miya, specifically if she's ok.

"Yeah..." I start "..just young and immature. She's sobered up somewhat and doing alright..."

She asks about my time away from here. I tell her that I'd just spent some time with my parents earlier this week. She seems shocked by that.

"So, they know that you hook or not?" Chastity asks.

"Oh, I told them. Few years ago now. Had to. It was difficult for us to begin with but they've come around...well, not come around as such. More that......they tolerate rather than accept, y'know? Does that make sense?" I, hopefully, answer her question.

She takes a drag of her cigarette, nods and replies.

"Yeah, that makes sense. Boss is trying to get me to work full-time for her."

"I know, she's told me." I answer. I let the words just...hang.

Terri :

Have a nice sit down chat with Sarah. She's lovely...and smart.

Donna's down and picking up a cigarette packet on the table, drawing a cigarette from it.

"He was nice..." she says, lighting up her cigarette as she does so....end glowing red as she sucks in her cheeks "..so sorry if I made a lot of noise!"

Sarah giggles.

So do I.

The day goes on like that....pulling punters, then fucking them. I've laid a lot today and, as per, Candy and Sarah both put me to shame.

We stop for lunch. Again, Sarah's made some puddings.

"They're blueberry muffins. Tuck in..."

I finish my tuna salad and help myself to one. Delish. She truly is the most amazing woman - fucks like a ho, bakes like a professional. Long blonde hair, big breasts, beautiful smile. God, every man's dream!

Then...back at it.

Today I don't drink much. Candy is downing large tumblers of vodka but, apart from one or two, I'm mostly sticking to water or soft drinks. No reason. Just not wanting that. Well...maybe seeing the state of Miya...that puts you off, y'know?

Martika :

Jackie tells me that we're on quota, which is good to hear, and that Miya has got her shit together. It's all going like a very well-oiled machine.

I get a message from my mum, Samantha, that they're - mum, Karen her wife and their daughter, and my little sister, Hope - are up up for a bunch of days. That makes my day, that does.

Mum's moved away and started a new family and I do miss them. Of course, mum is a prostitute. She trained me. She worked these streets that I work. We both identify as street hookers...a tart's gotta know her place, right? She built up quite the reputation in this area.

Her wife, naturally, is not of 'the life', just a normal, ordinary beauty that's a school teacher. A great one too. They'd both been off and on for most of their adult lives and, just a few years ago now, stopped pissing around and wed. So, I've known Karen - or Kaz - since I was a teen....a rebellious teen at that!

They'll be around over the weekend, although they'll be in Derby this afternoon. Maybe I'll invite Chastity over on Saturday afternoon to meet her? Maybe sway the bitch in coming to work for me, full time?

Terri :

More punters, more passing on the stairs...more lines of coke....more cigarettes.... and a few messages from Tom about my video performances...all positive and, getting my man horny for getting inside me when I finish here.

Good to know...

Only, I do get a text from Martika also. Bit worried about opening it. I've done a good job, haven't I? I've earned well enough for her?

God, does that sound like full-timer talk or what?

I shouldn't have worried. Just an invite, alongside Tom, tonight/tomorrow morning to hang with her and Mark again.

Can't really say no to the 'boss', can I?

Naturally, I accept, and message Tom that his getting inside me later might just have to be delayed 'cos the 'boss' wants us over to her's after work.

He's in two minds...obviously he wants to get his end away inside me - he's only human, after all - but part of him is thrilled, as I am, about being accepted into the fold of this family and their decadent business model.

The evening goes on alright. Make a mix with some sports celebs, local of course, between footballers and a hockey player. Not at the same time, of course, but obviously both sports have their time off day today.

Whatever...all 4.....3 different footballers and 1 ice hockey player really get my rocks off.

3 am dues duly come around and, for once, we're all finished. Sarah, Donna, Candy, Miya and I have all serviced our respective customers, left them all with smiles on their faces and emptier pockets, and we're just hanging out.

Miya and Candy are downing big tumblers of vodka, Donna's just sitting there and me and Sarah are in various stages of smoking - either lighting up or stubbing out.

Jackie's nursing a coffee and exclaiming just how good the takings have been today.

Good to hear.

Martika arrives, alongside yourself April, and says a few nice words, before divvying up the earnings for the girls. 25%, of course, as per usual.

Candy asks her how their night has been, to which you both say that it's gone well. Good.

Tom arrives shortly after that, looking tired the poor lad. Jackie makes him a coffee and he's treated as royalty visiting. I like that. To me he's very important to all this happening; I wouldn't have dared dream about this lifestyle without him. So it's important, to me, that he's treated nicely.

Martika :

It's been a good earning night for us, both on the streets and in the brothel. This time, Chastity has earned more than what Donna has done, which impresses me an awful lot. Donna is 'little miss consistent', as I call her, so to do that means that the tart is pretty special.

As such, so is Tom. I keep sayin' that he reminds me of my Mark, and it's good that they're gonna be meeting up shortly again. Although, having said that, Tom's looking tired.

Still, I pay out the brothel bitches as he drinks his coffee...saying some nice shit about them. They've done a good job, financially, and it sounds - from Jackie - that all the punters have been satisfied too.

Plus, Miya's kept her shit together.

Anyhow...the girls get ready to leave and me, Chastity and Tom get in his car today...leaving you and Miya to walk home, April.

It's a short drive. Mark, bless him, is once again snoozing on the sofa as we come in.

Bless him. Friday nights and Saturday's are tough on Mark. During the week I'm home a bit before 12:30am, and he's quite tired then, but he stays up for me to come in. To stay awake until after 3am? The lad can't do it. Well, not function at work as well, let's put it that way.

He does important shit.

So I do appreciate him staying up, like this, and entertaining for a little while. Me, you April, Miya, Chastity...we're all been banging out lines of coke, so that helps us stay awake. Not sure about this Tom but Mark, certainly, is pretty much drug free. Some Ibrufen or paracetamol if needed for pains and aches, but never anything stronger than that. Definitely nothing illegal.

As we awaken Mark - well, me with a big kiss - and Mark fixes the drinks, I just make a remark, directed at Tom, about not talking about the 'money thing' - the £1k that I took off Jerry - and take it as a learning curve to trust me. Let's not ruin the moment and take it as is.

Tom, I can tell, is not happy about that...but, tough shit! It is what it is. They've learned the hard way.

So, we have the drinks and chat. Mark has an idea.

Terri :

Martika's said her thing to Tom, well...directed to Tom...about the money and of '..it's in the past..' and '..not spoiling the moment..', alongside '...you live and you learn...'. Does it quell his annoyance? It's not fair, sure, but she's the boss, right? We both understand that this is her arena. We're not happy about it, but she did sort

it out.

As we're drink our drinks - tea for me and coffee, again, for Tom - Mark makes a little comment.

"I know you two have your 'little moments' together, after you've done you shift, Chastity, so why don't you just go upstairs - use April's room..."

Martika interjects "..'Cos that bitch won't mind..." before Mark continues.

"...and have your 'fun' up there. It's the door on the left upstairs. It's ok, You guys do that. Do the 'business' and then come back down."

"You're not disrupting our night or anything. Martika and I were gonna have a little private chat anyways, so no worries there. So, go on up..." he says, pointing up the hallway "...bang her brains out, Tom, and then come down."

Martika smiles...shoo's us off...and, tentatively we both get up - confused - to go up stairs.

Martika shouts "First door on the left, bitch.." to us, as we're ascending...

First door on the left : April's room.

Smells of cigarettes, semen, CK One and some air-freshener...

This is where you, April, rest after banging all those punters...day in, day out....

Tentatively, I lie on the bed...minimal creakage....good...

I pull up my leather miniskirt....and Tom gets on top of me...between my legs...

Martika :

As the bitch and Tom are having their fun up there, me and Mark chat. Just normal shit, y'know? How the kids are. How work - for him - really was, our plans for Saturday.

I tell him - over the abrupt panting from Chastity that I can hear, over the gentle throb of the television - that my mum's over and that we could get her to check this bitch out. Mark thinks that this is a good idea.

Him and mum get on great.

They used to get on better....but, then again, they did date when I was a teenager! Funny really, he was a toyboy with her, I'm a toygirl with him. I'm not jealous or envious or afraid, in one of those shit American movies kinda of ways, of her '...stealing my man back..'......no, absolutely not.

That was her past. Her 'current' and her 'future' is Kaz. They're, like, soulmates. Being a teacher, the first time they got together, she was really lovely to this real wild, feral, teenager that I was at the time - drinking, smoking, fucking, snorting - and tried to treat me as an adult.

I'll always respect that bitch for that.

Miya and you come back, April. Taken your time in getting back to the house. No problem.

"What's that upstairs, boo?" you ask.

"Chastity and Tom are bangin' in your bed..." I answer.

Not your problem, April. You just do what the fuck I tell you to. Think what I tell you to. If someone's using your shit it's because I've said so. You have no say in the matter.

From upstairs, we all hear the grunts and groans from Tom.

Terri :

As Tom cums hard, and I whimper to a climax, we lock eyes....and smile to each other.

How we got from there....to here....just have to shake your head in disbelief. Unbelievable.

Tom takes himself out of my now very slick vagina and gets up.

We keep smiling...tired...but...bemused...at what's just happened.

I wait for Tom to get his clothes sorted before we head downstairs, just as April and Miya are coming home. I blush a little as Miya locks up and we all hear Martika, stop from talking to Mark, and just seemingly announce, "Is that you April? Chastity and Tom have just been banging in your bed."

April...you look up to me, smile, and say "That's ok, boo..."

Martika :

The girls come back home, just after Chastity has been cum in. Hey, it's your bed, April, but tough shit. You have to sleep in it.

Chastity comes in and I offer out some coke, which of course Miya and April are the first to devour, before Chastity herself does a couple of lines. I join them.

Fuck, I love coke!

Anyways...Mark quickly asks Tom "So....that ok then?" in the melee. Tom blushes, thanks us both and says that, yes, that was good.

Chastity :

...being 19th in line to cum in your own wife......I think that was enjoyable for him.

We ended up staying for a couple of hours, just talking....smoking...doing drugs.... drinking....and, near 6 am, we said goodnight. How they do it, I have no idea.

Tom had copious amounts of caffeine - as had Mark - to keep him awake, so he was wired. As we were going, Martika invited us over in the afternoon, as her mum - Samantha - was over and thought that it'd be nice for me to meet her.

As always, from Martika, it was phrased in a 'I insist' kind of way, so we accepted. Mark uttered about Tom hanging out with him, and as we agreed to that, Martika added.

"Don't forget to get all slutted up like this..." pointing at my attire "...when you come over. See you at 2 pm."

Gulp. Out in public...again...in these clothes?!? I was high, of course, but I could still feel that fear.

We got in...crawled to bed...both way too shattered to fuck....just sleep.

5 hours sleep. Then up, breakfast, showered and get my shit back on for Martika. Red leather mini, this time, and heels. Black top. Looking the part....again! Heavy makeup, rings, bangles...teased hair....quickly into the car and Tom drives us over.

Getting out at Martika's house, of course, nobody knows me so I don't really care. I light up as I wait for Tom to lock the doors and we knock on the door, opened by the lovely Jasmin....Miya's younger sister and, of course, Martika's daughter.