Michelle looked at herself in the mirror and smiled at what she saw. Her stunning looks had served her well over the past 18 months and she had secured a job as a journalist working for a local London newspaper.
She knew that men were putty in her hands but they never got anything from her, it was look but fuck off, she wouldn't give it away to any old jerk. It wasn't that she didn't enjoy sex, she'd had a few men in her 24 years she just hadn't found many men who she thought deserved her.
Today was a big day she had gotten a great idea about doing a story on sex workers in clubs and was on her way to meet a contact she'd made who worked in one of these places in central London.
She had promised to show her all the workings of the place for Β£50. The idea of sweaty men mindlessly fucking whores filled her with disgust but hey it was a good story.
At 10.00am they met in a little cafΓ© just around the corner and the contact, called Karen, explained that to get her in she'd told the boss that she was showing a friend around who might consider working there. She had made her promise that in the story there would be no mention of the Starlight Review Bar!
As they walked in it was Michelle's very worse thoughts about this sort of place, dark, seedy and depressing. They walked down a hallway and through a room with a bar inhabited by 14 or 15 guys having a drink. Michelle caught the eye of a tall black guy in his mid thirties who smiled at her in a knowing way. She shuddered at the thought of letting someone like that anywhere near her.
Karen led her through a door marked staff only and down another corridor and finally doubling back around a corner into a room. It was like nothing Michelle had ever seen or imagined before. There was a padded bench that curved upwards and reminded her a little of a bike Karen explained that girls sat on it with their bare arse pushed back through a 12" square opening.
"Guys pay upstairs and come down into that room", she pointed through the 12" opening and girls sit here and let the guys fuck them.
Karen explained a few more of the working of the room and the system and with each passing moment Michelle felt more and more like she needed a shower and was definitely beginning to regret the idea of ever coming to this disgusting place.
Suddenly Karen's mobile hummed into life and she became a little nervous as she spoke to the man on the other end. "OK Jed I'll be right there..." "Look I've got to go... client asking for me. Why don't you stay here, the room isn't being used and I'll be back in about 30 mins. I don't think it's a good idea for you to wonder around on your own." She smiled and shot out of the room.
Michelle felt alone and quite scared. After a couple of moments she figured she might as well get a couple of shots on her phone and started snapping away. For some reason, later she just couldn't figure it out, she just got the urge to sit on the curved bench.
She swung a leg over it and gently pushed her backside through the opening. It felt odd but getting a little more confident she pulled her skirt up and giggled at the thought of how great her thronged arse must look poking through the gap.
At first she completely dismissed what she had just felt, a hand pulling her thong to one side? No way it just didn't compute. Then her mind froze as unmistakably she now felt the flat palm of a hand slide up between the cheeks of her arse and a finger roughly pushing deep into her. At first it was just her mind that was frozen but now as the utter weirdness and terror of what was happening dawned on her, her whole body locked ridged.