This continues directly from Part2. I recommend you read 'The Day That Changed Sarah' and 'The Day That Changed Sarah Part2' first.
On Friday night, as usual, Dave came back from the pub fairly drunk, and had sex with Sarah. She complied, just to keep him happy. But although he was as selfish as he usually was on a Friday night, she actually quite enjoyed it and managed to have a small orgasm.
The memory of the backseat blowjob she had given to a stranger earlier in the day, and thoughts of what she would be doing on Tuesday (Whore-day as she thought of it) had turned her on more than Dave's perfunctory fucking of her.
She also got a good feeling of vengeance when he kissed her, putting his tongue where another man's cock had been only a few hours before. She remembered, two weeks ago, the day that changed her. How he had got her to suck him off and she had realised she was tasting another woman's cunt. Not only had he been fucking someone else, but he hadn't even had the decency to wash her filthy juices off his cock before coming to bed. On top of the way he had taken her for granted for so long, that was the final straw. Hurt and humiliation had given way to anger and a determination that things were going to be different from here on. Sarah was a changed woman now.
The next day Sarah got her results from the STD clinic -- all clear. It was a big relief, and she was going to make sure, in future, that she didn't put herself at risk again by having unprotected sex with a paying customer. The rest of her weekend was uneventful, just normal family stuff, but her thoughts kept returning to sex, and the extraordinary and exciting decision she had made to become a prostitute.
On Monday she was on tenterhooks, waiting for Sharon to call her and tell her about the arrangements for Tuesday/Whore-day. She called around lunch time as promised.
"Hi Sarah. Still up for Tuesday?"
"Definitely, I am permanently horny just thinking about it" said Sarah with a giggle. "What have you got planned for me?" she asked excitedly.
"We will meet at the flat at 10.30. Can you make it for then?"
"Sure, no problem."
Sharon told her the address.
"I will tell you all you need to know then. I've got four appointments arranged for you. The first will be at 11.00. You will need to bring your own supplies -- condoms, lube, tissues, wet-wipes, something to drink, whatever you think you might need. You can leave stuff there when you've finished, so you won't have to take them home with you."
"OK, great, you think of everything. How should I dress?"
"I would suggest just sexy bra and panties and a robe. Stockings if you want and a bit more makeup than usual. But you don't really need to dress up. You are not going to have to seduce these guys. They will be all horny and worked up when they arrive. They'll have been thinking all morning about the treat in store for them, and will be ready to have their way with you without any encouragement. Anyway, whatever you wear, it is going to be off you pretty quick, I promise!"
"Ok, that's fine. I'll be ready for them!" said Sarah. "By the way" she added "I really enjoyed seeing you on Friday. I hope we can do it again soon."
"Me too," agreed Sharon "I look forward to it. See you tomorrow."
Monday evening, after the children were in bed and Dave was watching TV, she had a long session in the bathroom, preparing herself for her customers. An hour later, shaved, showered, plucked and pampered she admired herself in the mirror.
"Yes" she thought, running her hands up and down her lovely body "you're looking pretty good. A lot of guys are going to enjoy you tomorrow. What do you think of that Dave?"
She fingered herself to a much needed release, standing in front of the mirror, looking at the view that her clients were soon going to be seeing.
Whoreday Arrives.
Sarah woke up, excited at what the day held for her. But it was the usual hectic start to the day, so she didn't have much chance to think about it. At the school gates Moira, one of the other mothers she sometimes chatted with, wanted to talk. But Sarah had to apologise and said she had to go, as she had a busy day ahead of her. She wondered what her reaction would have been if she had said that she was working today as a prostitute, and 'busy' meant that she had a client list of four men, who she had to satisfy sexually, before she could go home to her husband and children!
She went home, packed a tote bag with the things she would need. She had to go to a pharmacy to get the items Sharon had recommended, but didn't want to go the local one, where they knew her, as that would be a bit embarrassing. She would get what she needed in town.
She arrived at the address of the flat and found Sharon waiting outside for her. She took her up to the first floor and let her into the flat.
"Well, here you are. Your new work place!" she said.
Sarah looked around. It was small but seemed clean and tidy and had everything she would need. A bathroom with shower, toilet and wash basin. A small kitchen area with microwave, electric kettle and fridge, a few items of furniture and, of course, a double bed.
Sarah leaned over and tested the mattress with her hand.
"So this is where the action takes place," she said, briefly imagining all the times that Sharon, Chrissy and Jen had been fucked on it. And, in a short while, her too.
"Yep, that's where it all happens!" said Sharon with a smile.
"And this is for your things" she said, opening a drawer in a dresser, "And towels are in the cupboard. Someone comes in twice a week to clean and do the laundry. The landlord organises that as part of our arrangement with him."
There was a bedside cabinet too and Sharon opened its drawer showing her the rape alarm and pepper spray inside it.
"I don't want to worry you. I have never had to use these, as the men are all known to us, or come recommended. But we have these just in case."
"Here is the price list. We all stick to the same prices as it makes things easier."
Sarah took the piece of paper and checked out what she would be getting for her sexual services.
Half hour, Oral - £50
Half hour, sex with optional oral - £70
Kissing or massage - £10 extra
One hour GFE - £100
"That all looks fine," said Sarah
"It doesn't list anal," added Sharon, "as not all of us like to do it. Those that do will only do it with selected clients. It needs to be booked in advance, so you can prepare yourself. If you choose to do it you can negotiate your own price. But we consider this to be a 'special', so I would suggest £100 minimum. We don't do any BDSM stuff, but if you want to let them spank you, that is up to you. Again negotiate your own price."
"Oh, OK, " said Sarah with a nervous laugh, "I don't think I'm up for that though."
"Finally here is your client list for the day" said Sharon, handing her another sheet of paper. "I have left you 30 minutes between appointments. That allows for overruns and gives you time for a rest and a clean up."
Sharon looked at her watch. "I'd better get going. The first one should be arriving in 15 minutes. Anything else you need to know?"
"No, I think you've covered everything. Thanks Sharon, you've been great."
"OK, well I will have my phone on all day. Call me if you have any problems or need to know anything else." She gave Sarah a hug and a kiss on the cheek and headed for the door.
When Sharon had left she looked around the room again -- her own one-woman brothel she thought. She was excited, but a bit apprehensive, at what was going to happen there today. She suddenly remembered that she didn't have much time before the first man arrived, and she needed to get ready. She checked out the list.
Jack, for 30 minutes, was the first.
