A Work Of Fiction...
The Awakenings Of Chastity
Chapter 1 - Getting To Know You
I'm April. Top-Dog hooker for my owner, Martika. Yeah, owner. Willingly too. I've worked for her for 14 years now. Got the branding to show for it too, boo. I walk the streets for my owner but I also collect the takings from the other bitches too. Some work the streets, like myself, and some in the Brothel.
This is where I first met Chastity. Or Terri. Whatever the fuck you want to call the bitch. Actually, her real name is Terri and she goes under the hooking name of Chastity for the Brothel.
I heard all manner of shit about her being a Bank Manageress and that, once a month, her husband drives the mid 30's bitch over to Martika's Brothel, early in the morning, and picks her back up way after midnight.
Bitch apparently looks the part with her wild mane of red hair, heavy makeup and squeezing herself in some of the skimpiest shit I have seen. Smokes, drinks...does drugs...
Even talks the talk. Like she's been 'round the block, boo, for years.
Does all manner of shit.
Anyways, talk is rife, right? S'pecially in this business so I managed to corner the bitch, between punters, and over the years we've built up a nice friendship.
Her story's quite twisted, boo, but I thought interesting.
Terri :
I was born into a fairly normal family. Nothing really affluent. Mum worked. Dad worked. Not highly skilled, or paid jobs, but decent jobs nother-the-less. Childhood was good. I have a younger sister. We'd play in the parks, play in the garden with our Barbie's, y'know? All good, all happy. Taught right from wrong at a very early age too and the importance of education.
That was drilled into us. Neither of my parents went to Uni and, dad especially, wanted us to make them proud.
Schoolwork was relentless. As was the pressure to get grades. Friends came and went. They had more fun than I did. So I heard anyways, when they reported back. Jealous? No, not yet.
My sister, Lorraine, was more the taking-the-foot-off-the-pedal kind of teen and, many times, I'd cover for her as she was out meeting boys. Well, I say 'meeting'...kissing too!
I just wanted to get good grades. That was all I cared about. And, I did.
I got 9's and 8's in my GCSE's in Maths, English Language, English Literature, History and Physics. My sister got 4's and 5's.
She could have got better but she was much too busy living a life. Mine were all equivalent to A+'s, so my family were well happy and delighted, once I decided, that I would go to College and then Uni.
All academia. No real social skills until I went to Uni, taking Economics and Finance, and managed to get my Bachelor's, in Durham.
Over to Martika, our Madame - and my owner - to fill in some blanks.
Martika :
I had this guy message me, out of the blue, and ask me where I worked. I told him and then, like, the next night or so he came over. I thought he was a punter, so I was reeling off my menu and then he started talking about other crap. Well, time is money, y'know?
He paid and we chatted.
He wanted to turn out his wife.
Yawn. I get that shit a lot. Boring. Want to talk to some hooker on how to do it and then just wank yourself silly? No, not on your life. Fuck off!
Like I said, I hear that shit, bitch, but he was talking about bringing his wife over in the next couple of days. Fine. I tell him the ground rules - as you know, bitch, all my ho's should smoke and there's no panties involved. He gets that. I tell him to meet me at the Brothel, give him the address, and tell him to bring the bitch. He nods. He fucks off.
Terri :
By the time we drive over to see this Martika - your owner - I was already quite excited. I remember Tom, my husband, telling me to just calm down and have a cigarette.
I'd not really smoked until the day before. This was all new to me. But it did. It did help to relax me a little.
It was early. I couldn't sleep the night before. I spent ages getting my makeup and clothing just right. I thought that I looked like a slut. Guess I wasn't enough of one though.
Martika :
Bitch comes over with her husband. I'm at the Brothel early 'cos I want to take a look at this thing. See if she looked good enough to make me some money.
Her hubby sat by her side. I threw her some cigarettes and she lit up as we talked. Good start. Asked her about shit. Bitch has got some sort of past. Good.
Terri :
Martika is terribly intimidating, as you know yourself April. She's full on, no messing. Tight leather skirt, fishnets and heels, top so tight and her bra is showing. She certainly looks the part.
I remember looking at her and then thinking "Fuck, I bet she thinks 'Is this all you got?'. I'm amateur hour."
But she kept talking and looking me in the eye. Breaking off only occasionally to look at Tom. Then back on me again.
Martika :
She and her hubby had some shared sexual shit in the past. She'd said that she'd got drunk at Uni - god, I hate those fuckin' Uni bitches - and slept with a boy. 18 years of age and away from family. That was the start of it. She'd screwed around a bit before meeting Tom. Took to it. Tom was no angel, it seems. Having some sort of thing about MDMA - Ecstasy to everyone else. I know you've not done it, April, but it's pretty fuckin' tame. At least it's a start.
So, bitch here got with Tom and he led her onto the whole drug scene. Then onto the whole sex and drug scene. After finishing Uni, it seems the bitch started work in finance.
Tom and her got married, left that shit behind. Soon, I think, they got stale in their marriage. Got back to the drugs and shit, which led on to sex and drugs. That led onto Tom asking the bitch to put out with his friends.
