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."
