Previously in The Thin End of the Wedge: Sally, a mature housewife, has gone professional as a whore in a brothel, hoping to combine her new found lust for sex with the opportunity to make enough money to visit a sex resort in the Caribbean. She is about to start her first day at The Splendor massage parlour. Now read on ...
Sally returned to the lounge and gave a twirl for Kate and Scarlet, seeking their approval.
"Will this do?" she asked.
"No knickers? Are you sure?" replied Kate. "We girls usually like to have something to take off in the room."
"Oh sorry, I hadn't thought of that. I thought it was best to have the goods on display, so to speak," said Sally. "I'll just go and get some."
"Give 'em some mystery to uncover, dear," said Scarlet, as Sally turned back towards the staff room. Sally ran down the corridor as quickly as she could manage in her high heels, rummaged in the boxes, found some black lace knickers and slipped them on over the suspenders. They hid her cunt, not entirely, there were a little see-through, but they did the job of providing the 'mystery' that Scarlet had mentioned. She ran back to the lounge, her high heels clicking on the floor. The Splendor was about to open, and she didn't want to be late.
Kate was coming up the steps from the front door when Sally got back. There was a man just behind her, he must have been standing by the door waiting for the establishment to open. Sally stood, then lounged on a chair arm, then thought about sitting like Scarlet but guessed all the moving about would make her look nervous and uncertain.
Kate waved around the room, taking in both Scarlet and Sally,
"You are lucky today. We have Scarlet and Jezebel to look after you. Would you like a tea or coffee?"
So that was her professional name, Jezebel, very biblical. Sally liked it. It had the right tones of mature slut, and, if she remembered correctly from her Sunday School lessons, the original Jezebel was a promiscuous queen, and a powerful woman at court. All good things that Sally could get behind and she was happy to carry the name. It had probably been a well used name with many whores before her using it.
The customer was an overweight man, rather pasty looking, with big horn-rimmed glasses. They made his eyes look large and owl-like. He glanced between Scarlet and Sally several times, licking his lips. Sally, perching on the chair arm, curved her spine and pushed her breasts forward hoping against hope that he would pick her.
"Uh. I'll have Jezebel please," spluttered the man after looking at both women with a lustful expression on his face. "And it's coffee, milk, no sugar."
Kate sent Sally to make the drink while the financial issues were dealt with and when she returned with his cup of coffee she found him sitting near to Scarlet, staring down her cleavage. She wondered if he'd changed his mind but he quickly turned back to look at her breasts. After years of slightly resenting men staring at her cleavage, instead of her face, Sally was happy her breasts attracted him now. Even if, once they were out of the platform bra, they were going to sag quite a lot.
"Alan would like twenty minutes. You can use the Blue room," said Kate. The Blue room was one of the small rooms. Kate then whispered to Sally the instructions for settling a punter in the room. Luckily Alan wasn't paying attention because Scarlet had distracted him by shifting her position so that her breasts swayed dramatically inside her nightdress.
Sally took Alan by the hand and led him through the bead curtain to the Blue room, which was the second room on the corridor, just past the Green room. She put his coffee on the bedside table, noting the dish of condoms that sat there. Good, she thought, I'm going to get plenty of sex here. She collected a towel from the pile in the corner of the room and laid it on the bed as Kate had instructed.
Then she used the form of words suggested by Scarlet, "You get ready Alan and I'll be back in a moment."
She returned to the lounge, as Kate had instructed her. A second punter, a tall rather academic looking man, was paying for Scarlet. She was standing next to him with her hand round his waist.
Kate finished the deal, quickly moving the money into a small drawer in the reception desk, and said to Sally, "Okay. That's long enough. He should be ready for you."
Scarlet led the man towards the curtain and he glanced back to look at Sally, then with a swish and rattle of the beaded curtain they were gone. Sally returned to the Blue room, noticing on the way that Scarlet was taking her client into the Green room next door. Alan was lying on the bed, on the towel, face up, dressed only in his underpants. He watched Sally as she moved to the bedside table.
"You can take your pants off", she smiled at him, and he wriggled out of them and tossed them onto his neatly piled clothes. She continued, "Scent-free oil, or talcum powder?"
Kate had explained, during the tour, that she should offer a choice. Some men preferred to leave the parlour with the minimum of boudoir smells on them. Particularly if they were picking up their wives quite soon, or about to attend an important work meeting that was going to be held in a small room. Other men liked the smell which, Kate said, they came to associate with sex.
"Talc please," answered Alan, and Sally wondered if that was his real name or one he used for his visits. Sally took off her knickers, got on the bed, got him to roll over onto his front, and straddled him. She took a little talc and started to massage him, first on the shoulders, then his back, and then - after shuffling down the bed - his bottom and thighs. She kept a firm touch, but the man didn't seem to care how effective the massage was for his aches, pains and stresses of the day. He groaned with pleasure from the touch of her fingers and, several times, told Sally how nice it was. She made sure her fingers probed a little between his thighs, and he tried to lift his bottom to give her better access.
"Turn over Alan, please," she said.
She lifted herself off him and he obediently rolled over. Then she sat back on his thighs and applied talc to his chest. As her hands ran up his torso she made sure he got a good look at her tits. Then she paused, reached for the fastening of her bra, conveniently placed at the front of the garment, and released her breasts. They fell forwards onto his chest and he grabbed at them. She pushed forwards and down, squashing them onto him, then slowly slithered back down the bed until they lay either side of his rapidly engorging cock. She glanced at the inconspicuous timepiece on the bedside table. Ten minutes gone. Good, time to get down to some sex.
"What would you like, Alan?" She smiled her best lusty smile, "You can have either a blow job, or sex."
"Oh Jezebel, I would love a blow job."
"With or without a condom?" Sally remembered to ask. "Without would be an extra ten."
He thought for a moment. Sally could see the wheels turning in his head as he measured the cost against the increased pleasure.
"Without please," her client made his decision. He pointed at the pocket of his discarded jacket. Sally swung herself off the bed, took his wallet, extracted the right sized note, and then smiled at him as she demonstrated she'd just taken a single note. She didn't want him to accuse her of stealing. She quickly put her first money for 'extras' under her knickers on the bedside table, got back on the bed, took his cock in hand, and started to lick and suck it.
As Alan groaned with delight she attempted every oral trick on him she knew. She worked carefully, she didn't want to make him cum too early. He'd paid for his time and deserved every minute to be full of fun, if she could manage it. The Red in her was making her own body purr in pleasure as she pleasured him. She licked the length, sucked and kissed the tip, then took him deeper and deeper until her lips were pressed hard against his curly hairs and she could feel his pubic bone. Through the thin walls she could hear the sounds next door of a man grunting and Scarlet making low moans.
Alan let Sally work and didn't interfere, there was no grabbing her head or trying to direct her, he was content to lie back and let her use her skills. Then there was a sudden knock on the door. The time was up. Sally felt a little disappointed, so soon. Kate had said it was fine to do another couple of minutes after the knock, it was mainly a system to let the punter know that the management had noted that his time was up. Very like the 'come in number nine your time is up!' call on a boating lake that allowed for the last few moments of rowing pleasure as the trippers pulled back to the pier, but made it clear to everyone, customer and staff, that time had run out, and there was to be no arguing about it.
Sally speeded up, her head plunging up and down, and reached under Alan to cup his balls. Then, with lips, tongue and delicate finger touches she brought him off, swallowing every drop. He arched his back and gasped, then dropped back and reached out to gently stroke Sally's back and shoulders.
"Thank you Jezebel," he grinned. "That was great!"
Punters were permitted to use the showers before or after their session and he stepped in. Sally helped him with the temperature controls, it seemed rather cranky, then she put her bra and knickers back on, collected her 'extras' money, and left him to it.
As she passed the Green room she could hear Scarlet changing from low growls to shouting out her happiness. It didn't sound simulated, but Sally couldn't tell, it might have been pure fakery. "Ah! Yes! Yes!" Scarlet screamed. "Give me your cock! Come on big boy! Harder! Faster! Oh yes!"
Sally thought back to the times when she'd faked her orgasm for Tom, before this new phase of her life had started. Did the punter know Scarlet might be pretending? Or did the pleasure of the sex mean he couldn't tell, or more likely, wasn't bothered. Red had eliminated that problem now for Sally. As long as she was in contact with a cock then very satisfying orgasms came thick and fast.
Back in the lounge she looked around for somewhere to put the money, and was thinking of running back to where she'd left her belongings, until Kate pulled a glass jar from one of the drawers in the reception desk. The lid had a piece of tape on it with Jezebel written in felt-tip pen, she must have organised it for Sally while she was servicing Alan. The note went in. She'd also earned a proportion of the room price but would presumably get that as her wages at some point. Sally found herself looking down at Kate's ledger. Under today's date there was an entry that read 'Alan - 20 minutes - Jezebel'. Then 'Dave - 40 minutes - Scarlet'. There was a gentle bing-bong of a doorbell.
"Customer," said Kate. "Pop down and let him in will you, Jez."
Sally quickly went down the stairs to the front door, she was already just 'Jez' and hoped the familiarity implied that Kate was happy with her. She opened the door carefully and discovered there was a sort of porch at the bottom of the stairs so that men could come in the outer door and get off the street. The porch also meant that whoever opened the inner door to the customer was not visible to people passing by.
