A word or two from the author...
Hello lovely readers. I'm checking in with you, I hope you're enjoying finding out about some of my adventures and I also hope I'm inspiring you to push a few boundaries and try new things.
I also want to say a huge thanks for all the lovely comments and messages. I am hugging every one of you through the device you're using to read my story.
Because I love you all, I want to give you a heads up. This chapter focuses on something that happened to me that was very out of the ordinary and it may not be comfortable to read if you're used to my story so far. I ask you to live it with me through my words and to trust me when I say that things worked out OK.
So, intrepid companions. Let's continue the journey... xxx
Chapter 7 -- A shock to the system.
As I continued my journey in sex work, I began to define and shape my feelings about it and my identity. I became comfortable with the term prostitute when I thought about what I did and, it is the traditional term for what I do. I get paid to have sex with people, it's simple. I'd been working at Club Fourteen for three weeks, so this felt like a natural time to take stock of the previous few months and think about the future.
When I started out on this journey several months back, it had been out of a financial need and a confidence that I could have sex with a few guys and earn some money. It had, without much further thought, turned into a career, even one, where I'd been, sort of head hunted. OK, not quite like the corporate world but you know, it still felt good.
My finances were in the best condition they ever had been, and the now regular income made me feel more secure in that way. Physically, I enjoyed yoga, running, my gym membership and I was in the best shape of my life. I felt fit and healthy. I was surprised to find that I preferred working at the club, it was safe and secure and now, my home was no longer my workplace, and the two things were separate which was far better for my life balance.
Then there was the sexual aspect. This had been the most eye opening for me. I'd gone from being OK with having vanilla sex with a guy, or blowing him, to being OK with anal sex, I'd had sex in front of others and even pleasured women for money. How I felt about my body and the men I went with changed too. I felt sexy, I spent time trying to hone my techniques, how to feel properly what was happening to a guy's dick when it was inside me and, learning more and more about how to read men, predict want they want and then change my approach to match their expectations as best I could. That was the key to being good at my job.
Take the example of a client I entertained at my apartment in the weeks before I started work at the club. Young guy, nice, friendly. We seemed to click, and I had no problem making him aroused. We fucked in the missionary position for a while and then he asked me to ride him, which I did. He stayed hard but showed no signs of cumming any time soon. He wasn't able to communicate to me what he wanted. Finally, I took control of this encounter a little more, and rolled off him, got on my hands and knees and asked him to fuck me like this.
The secret here was being more vocal. He got behind me and slid his dick back in but this time, I pushed back against him and rotated my hips telling him how great his dick felt when it was that deep. I let him thrust in a few more times and I did it again, begging him to let me feel his cock head deeply. You know what, as I did that, he came, hard. My words had pushed him over, not just my pussy. That was powerful knowledge. It was not an action that would work for every man, but it was a good starting point.
Not everything was perfect of course. The was the matter of my personal life, which was far from OK. Despite the odd email, I'd not seen Hanna and I was struggling to get over her completely. My parents and sister had begun to ask questions about my new job -- which they thought was in TV and I hated lying to them. Then there were my friends, I'd lost touch with almost all of them. This was the downside of being a prostitute. In some ways I felt happy and proud of what I was doing but, at the same time, too ashamed to tell anyone else, let alone my family. There would be nothing to be done about that though.
I was forming new friendships though. The other women at the club were mostly really nice and a few of us had gone for a beer a couple of times and it did feel good to do normal stuff and not have to lie about my life. As is always the case, though, I was about to discover something I didn't know about myself, and I would have to revaluate my approach to sex with clients entirely.
This event occurred in the early hours of a Sunday at the end of my third week at the club. I'd arrived for work at six on the Saturday night and I spent the first few hours seeing regular clients on the third floor. It was unusually busy and by 10pm I'd seen four men, all four wanted to fuck me and I was happy to oblige. Nothing unusual took place apart from the fourth guy who asked to cum in my mouth, instead of doing it in the condom while he was inside me. No worries. I spun around and sucked his dick into my mouth, and he came so forcibly that I accidentally swallowed his first two jets of sperm because they shot out right into the back of my throat. I try not to swallow, but hey, sometimes, it's unavoidable. Goes with the job.
It was the usual pattern as I was still quite new, to let me start the day with the regular clients before sending me for VIP later in the night. My first VIP was none other than Joe, the guy who fucked me for me try out day weeks earlier and the first client to cum inside my pussy. It was nice to see Joe again and I was far more relaxed this time. I knew from our previous session that he didn't last long once he was fucking, and I wanted him to have a great time with me, so I used my newly learnt skills and slowed things right down.
I started with a massage. Exploring his body while letting him feel me brush myself against him. I brought Joe to erection with a slow, oily handjob. It gave me time to really look at his cock. They always fascinated me, how they were all different and I loved seeing them up close, wondering how a certain part would feel inside me. While I stroked his hardening dick, I also gently massaged his balls and I found myself holding them in my hand, amazing myself that they were full of the liquid that would soon be passed between us, if I did my job well. Sometimes, it all felt, I dunno...magical.
Soon, I reached the stage where Joe would cum from my hand action if it went on much longer and so, I straddled him and slowly sank down onto his dick, feeling its slick length reach into the depths of my pussy. Sitting still for a long moment, I began to rock my hips and allow him to slide in and out of my pussy. It wasn't long before I felt his shaft hardening further and his urgency increase as he neared his goal. Slowing my movements down made him groan harder but extended his pleasure for a few moments. As Joe thrust up the last few times, I pushed myself down hard and almost pinned him to the bed as he went over the edge and his balls emptied into my body with the now familiar, and welcome, warm feeling deep inside. `
Once I was back in my shower in my changing room, I thought about it, and I was really happy with how that went. Joe was very happy, and I'd used my skills to give him great sex and a good orgasm. Job done!
Finally, after a busy few hours, I got a break and sat in the kitchen to eat some food and get some coffee to get me through to the end of the shift. It was here where circumstances would change that would lead me to a very different kind of experience. We were a person down that night. Stacey was unwell and couldn't work. That left four of us to handle a busy night. The downstairs club was open, and a small group of guys were moving up to one of the private party rooms and were expecting a couple of women to play with. Steph and Laura had gone downstairs to handle them which meant, just Ella and I were left with the clients. The supervisor that night was Julie who I'd not worked with before and she was becoming stressed with the increasing number of clients and the lack of available women.
A solution was eventually found when Christy, who was with a client in a hotel, agreed to come back to the club at two in the morning and help with any extra clients.
In the interim, we would have to make the best and while Julie struggled with this problem, I was sent to see a regular client and, luckily the guy came very quickly. Between Ella and I we worked through another three guys by 1am which just left three VIPs who were due, plus any additional regular clients. The rest was luck. Ella was ready for the first of the VIPs just after 1am and was leaving as I arrived back at the changing area. There were two more, one due at 1:30am and the other sometime after 2am. It all seemed to be working out but only just.
Julie came to see me in person at around 1:20am and I'd just gotten out of the shower.
"So, you are going to have to do Tony." She said.
"Yeah, sure, whatever you need." I replied.
"Not quite that simple." Julie said. "He usually sees Steph or Bailey; they can handle him. He can be a bit rough and bad tempered. Also, he's a captain in the family so he's inner circle."
"Oh, OK." I said. "I'll do my best." I answered.
"Just don't piss him off. OK?" She said, with a tone that had a serious air about it.
"Sure. I know my job. I'll give him what he wants."
"OK, well, he doesn't like the suites, he's in private party room number eight, it's right at the far end of the corridor on the right."
Rough sex was nothing new to me and sure, so, he was inner circle but who cares? I would be nice to him and make him cum and everyone would be fine. I dressed in black hold ups, a black tie-side G-string and matching bra. Happy with how I looked, I headed out of the staff area and, for the first time, went down the stairs to the second floor and past the party rooms. Room one was pumping music out so loud it made my ears ring in the corridor. I thought of Steph and Laura in there doing who knew what. Private party rooms from eight to twenty were the original rooms from when the club opened and were rarely used as they were old and needed redecoration and modernising. I'd never had sex in one although I had a look around one the previous weekend.
I made my way along to the end of the corridor where there was right turn and then a narrow hallway with windows on the left and three doors at the end, one marked eight, one nine and the other ten to twenty. The air con wasn't working at this end of the building that night and it was exceptionally hot. As I approached, I could hear that loud, metal type music was playing inside which wasn't my usual taste. I knocked on the door.
The door was opened by a balding guy in his late fifties, maybe early sixties. He was tall, muscular and tanned with little body hair. He had a bruised eye and red graze on his cheek. At a glance, there were various scars on his upper body which was glistening with sweat. A cigarette hung from his lips. My immediate impression was that he wasn't friendly. He looked like what he was, a hard-ass gangster. If you needed a gangster for a movie, you'd hire this guy. I felt the pit of my stomach drop, for the first time, I felt scared.
"Hi." I managed to blurt out.
"You wanna stand out there all fucking day?" He asked abruptly and stepped back.
Every fibre of my being wanted to turn and run away but they knew where I lived and who I was. I took a deep breath and stepped into the room. As I crossed the doorway, all my experience and confidence drained away and every vibe this guy gave off was a bad one. He slammed the door behind me.
The room was dark, I mean it was painted very dark blue with some strange glow in the dark stripes near the tops of the walls. It was much smaller than the other rooms but there was a bathroom through a door in corner, a large bed and two chairs. The heavy metal music pumped out of the sound system and stale cigarette smoke hung in the air in the windowless room.
Tony was dressed only in black briefs, and he stood, staring at me, smoking his cigarette. He looked to me like an animal surveying its prey. I thought quickly and decided that the best course of action would be to be my usual nice and kind self and hopefully, he'd find me cute and unthreatening.
"It's nice to meet you." I said, looking at him. "Is your face OK baby? It looks painful?"
Tony just stared for a few seconds and took a long drag on his cigarette, then blew the smoke in my direction.
"You think you're here for small talk? For a fucking conversation or something?"
I shook my head, starting to feel terrified.
