Red Light District
Hello friends, I am Riya the whore of the future, today I am in front of you with my life story. I always have a dream of a world tour full of sex.
I have many sex fantasies I want to fulfill, but the biggest one is to be a prostitute. I studied a lot and at 22 I started the job I am not a virgin I lost my virginity at 20 with a school friend after watching a porn movie we both only tried but I didn't know that it was sex and I lost my virginity. Then we tried every time that was now we know as sex.
Last year I gave up my job and traveled around Europe for a few months. I didn't have a plan of where I wanted to go, just some savings and a backpack full of essentials. After leaving home, I made my way through France and explored Germany, and then somehow ended up in Holland. I'd always wanted to visit Amsterdam-a part of me reveled in a place where drugs and sex were so open, though I'd been raised to think I should feel the opposite.
On the night I arrived there, I felt a guilty thrill as I walked through the city's red-light district; window after window of scantily clad women trying to attract the attention of the men watching lustfully. I secretly wondered what it would feel like to be behind the glass myself and feel the eyes of a stranger lingering on my body, imagining what they wanted to do to me. I felt a mixture of pleasure and apprehension at the same time.
I had decided I wanted to stay in Amsterdam for a while and explore the city properly. However, I needed to find a job to make sure I had enough money while I was there. I inquired in a few Coffee Shops until I happened upon a place that had a job vacancy. The man behind the counter smirked at me as he looked me up and down, which made me feel slightly uneasy. I knew I wasn't bad looking. I had long dark hair and hazel eyes and a naturally curvy figure.
He said, "Sure, we have a job for you." His eyes lingering a bit too long on my breasts, and he said "Follow me". I raised an eyebrow questioningly, but he began walking towards the back of the shop, and so I followed. He opened a door that had a sign saying "Staff Only" and led me down a corridor with several closed doors on either side. He stopped in front of one of them and pressed down on the handle, pushing the door open. Inside there was a double bed, a sink, and another door leading from the other side of the room. I felt panic rising when he nuzzled me into the room and closed the door behind us both. He pushed his body up against me, and I could feel him breathing into my ear.
"Men will pay a lot of money for an Indian girl," he whispered, his hands lingering their way around my body. I pulled away from him, shocked, and he just stood there smiling at me. "Think about it," he said, then turned and left the room, locking it behind him before I could do anything.
I tried the handle several times and banged on the door, but nobody came to help. How could I have been so stupid? I turned and went to the door on the other side of the room. It was unlocked, but what I found was even worse; it was a window looking straight onto the street. Even though the cubicle was empty, the unnatural red light was filling the space and I could see people walking past, some looking in curiously. Exasperated, I walked back into the room and sat on the bed.
Sometime later I felt a hand stroking my cheek, waking me; I must have fallen asleep. It was the same man from before. "So, what do you think?" He said, his hand still lingering. He slowly stroked it down my neck until it was resting on my breast. "What makes you think I would sell myself?" I said indignantly, hurrying back, away from his wandering hands.
He quickly grabbed my thigh and his smirk turned into a more menacing expression. "Because I think you have no choice. If you want to leave here, that is." I looked at him, weighing up what he said. "Plus, you could make some money. You might even like it." He grinned again, his hand sliding up my thigh. I moved away from him, but this time I didn't escape. The thought of prostituting myself scared me, but I actually could use the money. Plus, it seemed like I didn't have any other choice. He saw my change in expression and stood up, saying, "Good." then picked something up off the end of the bed. "Put this on," he said, throwing what looked like a rather skimpy bikini at me, "and these," he added, pointing out some red stilettos. With that, he swiftly left the room, and I was left to get changed.
I stripped off my clothes and put on the bikini and shoes, then looked at myself in the mirror. I would never normally wear anything like this, I felt so exposed. Not long after, he came back into the room and opened the door to the window. He beckoned me inside and I walked in, aware of how the heels made my hips swing sexily. He leered at me as he positioned me in front of the window, then made me close the door behind me. "I'm watching." He said as he pointed up to a camera positioned in the cubicle's corner. "Try nothing stupid."
