The next morning when I arrived at work, Marco asked me if I wanted to earn more money the way I had yesterday. Put quite simply, he wanted to be my pimp.
Overnight I wondered if he would ask me to do it again. I had earned $50 for fifteen minutes work, which was a lot of money for me at that time. There were things to consider. One of which was my anonymity. I didn't want people to know that Zac's mum, Jenny, was a prostitute working for Marco. It seems silly now, but I thought if I used a different name no one would know who I was. So I asked Marco if I could wear a name tag with "Genevieve" engraved on it. He agreed.
If I was going to work out of the storage room/cupboard, it needed to be cleaned and tidied up. He agreed that I could move all the old boxes and junk out and put them on the back verandah. But I had to do it in my own time and after I had finished my other duties. I told him in no uncertain terms that Chrissy was never to use it. He agreed and to make sure, I went down to the hardware store and bought a new lock and key. He was good enough to fit the lock for me, but I didn't let him have the keys. They were mine.
The room was tiny and could only be used for limited activities. It was only eight feet long and half as wide. What I had thought was a table, turned out to be a low shelf fixed to the far end back wall. So I left it there. As I mentioned before, there was no window, but I found a switch that turned on a very noisy ceiling exhaust fan which drew in a draught of fresh air from under the door.
I swept and washed the whole room. I bought some dark green paint and painted the walls and ceiling. I then changed the light bulb to a 15 watt coloured bulb. I moved one of the chairs from the public area and slid it under the shelf. It fitted neatly and Marco probably wouldn't notice that it was missing. On one of my visits down the High Street, I went into the Salvo's shop and bought a fine gold chain onto which I attached my door key and hung it around my neck. As I was about to leave, I also bought a blue, square foam rubber cushion like the one I had used years before in the local gym and a yoga mat.
I was ready for work.
Something new had happened out in the public area while I had been preparing my room. Marco had bought a small plastic "Reserved" sign which he had put on Table 6. From time to time some very strange men were guided to Table 6 by Marco. They all turned out to be my clients. Table 6 was exclusively used by my clients.
It was a good arrangement. I would serve them coffee while they waited for their appointment with "Genevieve" and they could tell from my name tag, that I was the one who was about to service them more intimately. Not only that, I had a chance to look them over before locking us both away in the little room out the back.
When the time came, the client would follow me as if he was going to the toilet. Marco would whisper what service I was to provide as we passed the kitchen. It was quite simple, I would receive $30 for a hand or blow job and $50 for full sex. There was no time stipulation, that was up to me and if I liked the client I would let him stay a little longer. Sometimes this would pay off and he would give me a tip when we had finished.
I told each client there would be no kissing my lips, either upper or lower. I would take off my t shirt and bra and slide off my panties leaving my black skirt in place, but I would hitch it up so that it rested on my hips giving him a full view of my body.
If he was there for a blow or hand job, I would tell him to lower his pants and stand with his back to the door. I would kneel on my foam cushion in front of him. The hand job was easiest and I would let the client cum on my boobs if he wanted. A blow job always required a condom, which I supplied and rolled onto his cock, before I took him in my mouth and brought him relief.
I offered a variety of positions for full sex. I could sit on his lap while he sat on the chair. He could take me from behind while I rested my arms and head on the shelf. I could roll out the yoga mat and ride him, or if he wanted, he could do it missionary or we could just do it doggy.
I learnt very quickly to guide the client's cock inside me when he approached me from behind. More than once a client removed his condom the moment I turned my back and presented my bottom. So guiding a client's cock inside me with my hand meant that I could feel if the condom was still on him!
When we had finished I would clean him with wet wipes and then dry him with tissues. I always tied a knot in the end of the used condoms to prevent leakage, then wrapped it in a tissue and put it in my bag. If we had used the yoga mat I would wipe it with wet wipes and roll it up. When he was dressed, I would open the door and let him leave. Then I would tidy up and leave the room a minute or two later and go to the bathroom and clean up. Usually I would then head across the street to the public rubbish bin and dispose of the condom and wet wipes. I had learnt this disposal method from watching Chrissy.
