Part 3. Kitty returns to 'Raymonds'
Kitty couldn't believe her ears as the security guard crudely suggested she wear her id tag on a ring through her cunt lips "Because you're a whore now!"
"Look I'm here to see Mr Tim Raymond," Kitty insisted indignantly, "Your Boss" she added and as the guard ushered her inside the back door and pointed up the stairs she realised he was exactly right and yes, she was a whore, she slept with men for money and that made her a whore.
"Up three floors first on the right," he said, "Mr Raymond's office" which dragged her back to reality.
Kitty knocked on the door, "Come," Tim Raymond shouted, and she stepped inside the spacious office he added, "Ah, Kitty, you came, good," he smiled annd as she looked around the collection of deep soft leather armchairs and couches which formed a semi circle around his desk Mr Raymond indicated the swivel chair nearest his large leather covered polished oak desk.
"Well, Kitty, sit down, sit down," he said awkwardly, "You saw the papers?"
She chose a leather armchair further from the desk and sat but misjudged the softness of the leather covered cushions and as she sprawled backwards her skirt rode up revealing her bare pubes.
"Oh, very sexy!" he exclaimed.
"Sorry, but I'm sore," she said, "My panties rubbed."
"Don't worry I can resist you," he chuckled, "No, but seriously," he said, "It's wonderful PR for me, but not so good for you?"
"I'll survive," she agreed.
"Well what I wanted to discuss was I've had a couple of special customers indicate they wish to sample you, but more important, I want to explore this celebrity concept," he assured her "Because for me yesterday went well, very very well."
"Right," Kitty agreed.
"You cleared over a hundred thousand pounds," he said, "And to be honest you aren't that famous."
Kitty felt slighted, "So what do you suggest," she asked, "The Queen?"
"Not quite," he smiled, "But how do you feel about ringing around and finding some more girls, obviously you're the perfect person to persuade them," he explained, "After all you understand what we're asking them to do."
"Oh christ," she said thoughtfully, "Who?"
"Ah, well the leader of the oppositions' daughter has a mild drug habit," he said.
"What Jasmine?" Kitty asked.
"Oh yes, and she owes her dealer twenty thousand pounds," he suggested.
"I see," Kitty agreed, "Wow!"
"Can you persuade her?" he asked.
"Oh I can try," Kitty agreed, "But I want commission, shall we say ten per cent," Kitty suggested.
"I was going to offer twelve and a half, but only on the girl's earnings." Tim offered.
"Ten, and that's on everything, if you headline her like you did me." Kitty suggested
"Fine," Tim agreed. "You'll do it?" he asked, "Twelve until Six in the office and."
"Twelve till Six, for the rest of the week and then I'm off!" Kitty insisted.
"And tonights' specials," he said, "They will be disappointed."
Kitty knew she should say no but somehow she said, "Oh alright, but just the two."
Kitty had a light lunch and after being given a small office with phone an computer on the top floor she began to track down suitable B list celebrities, Z list her father always said, and astonishingly by five o'clock she had eight girls who had not turned her down completely and two wanting to have a look round, Ariel, a fading singer from a girl band and Selina Ross, the Liberal Democrat defence spokesman's wild child daughter.
Kitty felt more nervous as she waited for Ariel than she had in the window but when the initial greetings went very well she handed over to Miss Lloyd and only met the girl again to formalise the paperwork.
Kitty marvelled at the girls naivety, she seemed to take the sex side completely in their stride but she was hopeless with the figures, accepting more per customer than Kitty but missing the extra income from the celebrity premium which had made the bulk of Kitty's earnings.
"I suppose you don't fuck the punters anymore do you?" Ariel asked.
"Oh yes I do," Kitty replied, "I have an eight o'clock and a ten this evening."
"Really" Ariel asked.
"Actually," Kitty confessed," I'm rather looking forward to it," she lied because her vagina was still sore from the previous evening.
There were just two punters, Kitty used the so called executive suite and the inevitable middle aged man requested she wore the sexy schoolgirl uniform complete with straw boater and inevitably ejaculated almost before he started humping her, the whole session lasted barely a quarter of an hour from her changing into the schoolgirl uniform until completion.
Kitty felt frustrated, cheated even, and she put her street clothes in a bag and went down to the lower floor, "Miss Lloyd," she said as she arrived at the display window corridor.
"What on earth?" Miss Lloyd asked, "Did you want to do an hour?" she asked, "Only a couple of girls have let me down, it's usual rates though,"
"Actually," Kitty confessed, "Yes, it's so frustrating, he came after about four thrusts."
"About averaage with this lot, get a young stud," Miss Lloyd suggested, "Or a girlfriend."
"Oh," Kitty exclaimed.
"But we're short so be my guest," Miss Lloyd agree, "So put your things in a locker and use, well anything that's free."
Kitty settled down in her sexy schoolgirl uniform, she adjusted the screen to hide her face and then moved it away, she spread her legs as she squatted down, and then pulled the screen down again and started to excite herself rubbing her clit between forefinger and thumb.
The intercom started buzzing, "All right love," a man asked, "You doing the business?"
"Oh yes," Kitty agreed almost gratefully, "Pay at the desk, I'll come down."
She saw he was younger than the men the previous evening, he paid only the two hundred standard fee and he followed Kitty to room 8B, "Where do you want me," she asked.
"Against the door frame," he said, "Do you do Anal?"
"Sorry no, it's extra and I haven't had an enema," she said apologetically.
"Next time then," he said, "You are a naughty little girl aren't you?"
"Oh yes sir," Kitty agreed, "And my pussy is so empty without your cock."
"Eh what?" he asked until he realised Kitty was acting, "Yes right," he agreed as he pulled down his pants and slipped the condom Kitty gave him onto his long thin penis, "I think on the bed would be better," he decided.
Kitty just lay back and surreptitiously sneaked some lube onto her forefinger and eased it between her pussy lips, and then waited for him to spear her.
He climbed on the bed and let Kitty guide his tool in to her slippery vagina and to her delight he started to hump rhythmically and kept going, "Oh that's so good," Kitty whispered appreciatively.
"Liar," he whispered, "But thanks," and he soothed her aching pussy for almost five minutes before he came in a long drawn out orgasm of many spurts and groans and finally collapsed onto her exhausted and spent.
Kitty watched him dress before following him back to the corridor, "You missed a trick young lady," Miss Lloyd chided, "Anal, get an enema Kitty, nice and clean, ok?"
"Yes Miss Lloyd," Kitty said like a naughty schoolgirl.
"Janice will help you." she said.
Janice appeared from nowhere, "Yes come on through," she said and took Kitty through to Miss Lloyds office.
Kitty knew the drill and just allowed Janice to insert the nozzle and fill her bottom with warm water to wash the filth away, three times Janice repeated the action until she was satisfied and then she stuck the nozzle up Kitty's Vagina.
"Noooo!" Kitty protested, "Oh my god."
"Nice isn't it?" Janice chuckled, "I get myself off on it sometimes."
"Right," Kitty agreed, "I'll remember that."
Kitty returned to the window, but customers were sparse so she went to the canteen for a sandwich and waited for her ten o'clock.
The ten o'clock was late, Kitty surmised from his pin striped suit and old school tie that he had come from the Houses of Parliament, she couldn't place who he was but she was sure he was a senior Labour figure, and he wanted Anal.
"It's extra," Kitty explained, "Yes, I paid the extra," he lied but Kitty philosophically squirted lube up her bottom and bent over the end of the bed.
The man forced his short fat condom clad cock into her an inch or so grunted and let fly a stream of cum, the whole thing lasted barely thirty seconds and left Kitty feeling even more frustrated than before.
"First class," he said, "Prefer fellahs really but as long as it's tight an anus is an anus,"
Kitty felt sick, just an anus, she thought and she waited until he was dressed and gone before she started crying. She pulled herself together before washing again and then she found her street clothes and dressed and took a taxi home.
Wednesday and Thursday saw Kitty putting in two ten hour shifts at the telephone mainly although she did have a couple of "Special," customers but mainly she spent her time showing girls around and by Friday morning she was keen to get back to Salford.
Tim Raymond found her in her office just after three on the Friday afternoon, "We didn't discuss a retainer," he reminded her, "I suppose the job is 'Head of celebrity recruitment,"
"And the remuneration?" Kitty asked.
"Five hundred a week?" he asked, "As a retainer but I'll expect some results, evening and weekends, you can work from home."
"No 'Specials' then?" she asked.
"Not if you don't want to," he agreed, "Do we have a deal?"
"Absolutely," she agreed.
"For a year, to begin with?" he offered.
"Why not?" Kitty agreed.
"Then I'll have the papers drawn up,"he agreed and he slipped away.
He returned around six in the evening, "Call it a day Kitty," he said, "I've got the papers, lets get them signed and then you cab go home if you like."
He handed Kitty the papers for her to look over and when she nodded he handed her the pen to sign with.
"You don't have an eight o'clock for me do you?" she asked, "Or should I do a display?"
He laughed, "No you can go home," he ordered as he looked at her in the smart business suit she had decided fitted her new image.
Kitty took a Taxi to her father's house collected her cases and travelled north by slow train from Euston Station, not the bullet train from St Pancras, and arrived at Manchester Picadilly station around ten o'clock on Friday evening and got a Taxi to Salford and to the student house she shared with Paul, Cheryl and Rosie in the student quarter of Salford.
"Hello?" Kitty called as she found the door locked and had to use her key to get in."Where are you?" she tried again, "The door's locked, are you hiding?" she asked as she walked in, and opened the lounge door, Cheryl and Paul were watching TV, "Oh there you are," she said but they simply ignored her.
"What's up, cat got your tongues?" she enquired.
"We've sent you to Coventry," Rosie informed her as she emerged from the kitchen with three cups of coffee, "You slut!"
"Rosie!" Kitty exclaimed, "Please don't be horrible to me, last week was bad enough."
"Oh poor Kitty," Paul sneered, "The cat that got the cream, well, well creamed anyway."
"I got your money Paul," Kitty said, "All of it."
