Kitty watched the empty corridor fill with people as the security guards opened the entrance to the sex village's upper floor at eight thirty precisely, and the customers, mainly but not exclusively men, mainly men in raincoats, middle aged men, if fifty five is middle aged, and all it seemed looking for her. Kitty Lord Barchester's daughter.
Ten minutes earlier Miss Lloyd had shown Kitty to display window 12 in Raymond's sex village and let her get comfortable in the six foot wide red carpeted area with its floor four feet above the pavement level outside. Kitty tried sitting on a stool but on Miss Lloyds advice had decided to squat on her high heels rather than use the stool provided.
Miss Lloyd adjusted the silvered one way glass screen to hide Kitty's face and after gently tweaking her nipples to make them stand up she wished her,"Good Luck," and said, "Test the intercom,"
Kitty looked down through the the one way glass at the faces peering at her breasts and crotch and found the whole thing surprisingly erotic, she squatted on her high heels with her arms behind her and she experimented by reached through her legs to held her sex open, grateful that her face remained unseen so no one could identify her and she could grimace as her muscles cramped.
The crowd approached, a face peered too closely, Ken Decaid of the 'New News of the World' she recognised him so she reached through from between her legs and pulled her pussy lips apart again so he could see deep inside her sopping wet hole, past her unevenly shaved and carefully made up, apparently bruised and well used cunt lips. He was not impressed so he scowled and moved on.
Her cubicle was just six feet long facing a blank wall with a constantly changing advertising screen across the fifteen foot wide corridor, the black painted wooden sides gave no view to either side so she relied on the sound as girls were made offers and accepted or not, and surprisingly it seemed trade was brisk despite the fee for one night only being raised to a flat rate of two thousand pounds.
Kitty squirmed showing her butt plug, squeezed her breasts together again and stood up partly to change position before holding her pussy open again.
She was getting bored, she had no idea of the time, she was getting frustrated, much to her annoyance and surprise she wanted to start masturbating, she needed the relief of an orgasm but she couldn't, could she?" She rubbed her clit surreptitiously but it just made matters worse.
She stayed watching ageing men watching her for over an hour until Miss Lloyd checked on her, "Thirty minutes, are you ok?" she asked.
"Only half an hour?" Kitty sighed, "Bloody hell!"
"They think the girl in four is you, she has a queue," Miss Lloyd whispered, "Keep up the good work!"
Kitty gave up squatting and sat down on the step and just stuck a finger inside herself and started dreaming, "Take five hundred love?" her intercom suddenly said, she panicked momentarily as she sought the reply button.
"Sorry," she replied in her mock west country accent, "It's two thousand tonight me lover, I am sorry, it's that Kitty you see!"
"Right," the man said, Kitty's heart pounded was he going to say yes, would Miss Lloyd manage the change over? "All right, some other time maybe," he said and she relaxed, relaxed too much as her fingers explored and everything went purple and fluffy and burning sensation that needed quenching spread through her vagina.
Kitty bit her lip bringing her back to reality, the crowd was thinning, "They seem to have narrowed it down to a seven or eight girls," Miss Lloyd said quietly, "Are you ok?"
"Bored," Kitty admitted.
"Tim said you were having a wank, use a dildo if you like," she offered.
"No, it's all right," Kitty said and immediately regretted her words.
"Two more hours, we'll pull you after another twenty minutes," Miss Lloyd promised.
"Miss," a voice sounded through the intercom, "You wanna fuck?"
"It's two thousand pounds tonight, I'm afraid." she said.
"That's fine," he agreed.
"Oh!" she gasped, and replied "Room twelve B, pay at the desk first please,"
He was about forty years old she surmised, he didn't look like a journalist, she rang the bell for Miss Lloyd who came quickly and pulled the curtains across, so Kitty could escape, "I said 12 B," she said.
"I'll send Karen she's much your size and shape," Miss Lloyd suggested and when Kitty looked confused she added, "Down below!"
"Oh," Kitty agreed, "Ok,"
Kitty slipped from the window and went to the rest room to allow Karen to have her half hour with the punter, she took eight minutes, and came looking for Kitty who had barely started her coffee, "You're on again," Karen laughed, "That was easy money."
"Ok," Kitty agreed and returned to her window this time with a big yellow dildo in her hand, she settled down gratefully and started to wank the time away.
"Hi Kitty, remember me?" the voice through her intercom jolted her back to reality, she stared through the one way panel and saw the unmistakable outline of Paul her housemate from Salford.
"I'm afraid it's two thousand pounds tonight me lover," she said.
"Your Wurzel accent never was very convincing," he said, "But two thousand, well will they take a credit card?"
She wanted to warn him off but to her shame she tried to maintain the pretence, "Yes me lover, pay at the desk and I'll be in twelve B."
She rang for Miss Lloyd, "I know him," Kitty said awkwardly.
"So, we'll do a switch, have security throw him out if he gets funny," Miss Lloyd reassured her, "We are used to dealing with awkward punters."
"If you're sure," Kitty agreed as she went for a coffee but within minutes she heard Paul protesting, "You swapped girls!"
"I can assure you," said Miss Lloyd, "That we did not."
"Well you did, I'd know Kitty's toe nails anywhere, and those were Kitty's toe nails," Paul insisted, "And these aren't anything like them!"
"Look," Miss Lloyd said, but Kitty had thrown a robe around herself and was standing behind Miss Lloyd.
"It's all right," Kitty agreed, "I'll let you have the money back Paul."
"I paid to fuck you Kitty, I don't want a refund." Paul insisted.
"It's your call Kitty, I can have security throw him out," Miss Lloyd suggested.
"No, we'll talk," Kitty agreed, "Shall we," she motioned for Paul to enter room 12B and followed him in, and as she shut the door she asked, "What the hell are you doing here?"
The cubicle had just enough room for a single bed with a plastic covered mattress, a clothes rail with hangers, a sink with hot and cold water and a can with a wooly cover so it doubled as a seat. A screen to show porn films, selectable mood lighting and a selection of toys and gels completed the equipment and the floor was covered by good quality carpeting.
"What are you doing here," Kitty said again.
"Raymonds are advertising you on the Internet as being their latest attraction for one week only,"
he said "Are you completely stupid?"
"What?" Kitty gasped, "I agreed to a press release but."
"It's gone viral it's all on TV," he said, "I rang you father and he went ballistic!"
"So you came all the way down here?" Kitty asked, "Where the hell did you find the money?"
"Credit card." he said awkwardly, "On the bullet train."
"You idiot!" she railed, "You're always flat broke."
"I thought you were in trouble!" he exclaimed.
"Well I'm not and Daddy agreed to everything," Kitty said harshly, "Now get out!"
"I paid two thousand pounds to fuck you Kitty," Paul said reasonably, "You know you're finished at uni, so I'll never see you again."
"Look if I refuse sex you don't have to pay, don't worry." Kitty reassured him.
"I still paid, you owe me Kitty," Paul said firmly.
"But, I can't, I know you," she protested, "We live together, we can't just," she paused looking for the right word, "Fuck."
"Past tense Kitty," Paul insisted, "We used to live together, it will tick a box for me,"
"And ruin my memories of a sweet guy I trusted implicitly no matter how drunk I got," Kitty said earnestly as she tried emotional blackmail.
"I still want to fuck you Kitty," Paul insisted, "I paid an awful lot of money for this moment."
"You'll get a refund, Paul, ok?" Kitty said nervously.
"Sure," Paul agreed and he went to hang his jacket on the hanger, "Except I came to fuck you and that's exactly what I'm going to do."
"Oh god," she gasped as she struggled with conflicting emotions, he obviously loved her and she wanted to let him down gently, "You will be gentle?" she asked, "Won't you?"
"After all the guys you've screwed tonight, I won't need to." Paul said as he slipped his trousers off, "You slag!"
"Paul!" Kitty protested.
"I thought you were special," Paul continued, "All those times you were drunk, gee I could just have slipped in your room and."
"But you never showed any interest?" Kitty protested.
"You were out of my league, now I'm way out of yours," Paul snapped.
Paul's words cut Kitty like a knife, "But Paul," she protested but he was naked now, and he lifted her robe away from her and asked,"Where are the condoms?"
"Here," she handed him the selection box from the bedside shelf and sniffed as tears formed and began to drip, but then Paul gripped her by the shoulders and pushed her onto her back sliding her up the mattress, "You haven't thought this through!" she said, "I can still get you a refund."
He was on her now, she stared at his familiar face, a friendly face, he usually said 'Hi Kitty want a coffee!' when she came in but now he was advancing and his condom clad penis was between her legs, it was long and streamlined, like a Zepplin, she thought, and no bigger than her dildo, certainly not in circumference and she watched in fascination as he supported himself with his left hand and guided his penis between the lips of her sex with his right hand.
"I'll refund the money," Kitty tried again but his tool was sliding in her, "Please, Ive never had proper sex before!" she tried.
