Dennis was eager to leave the office.
Over lunch he'd been browsing AdultWork on his private 'phone and he'd noticed a new entry.
Amy was just twenty. Tall, slim and elegant with a lightly trimmed bush. Her face was blurred into obscurity but her body was very attractive.
Her list of services was typical of a new entrant. A bit limited in depth and detail but naively broad. He might be able to blag some extras if he was one of her first punters. He was very partial to bareback and liked to go deep and hard. He was hoping he'd be able to unload in a nice tight, bare cunt.
His primary tactic was to offer oral -- his speciality -- and then to give his tart a mind-blowing orgasm. In his experience even the most hard-bitten prostitutes would soften up a bit when they'd just cum hard and he could often slide in afterwards with little or no resistance. A newcomer like Amy should be a soft target.
Using his shagging name -- Don -- he emailed her straight away giving a highly edited biography that he knew, from experience was effective.
She replied in just under an hour and they made a date for that evening. She had agreed to full bareback sex, to completion, if his certificate from the GUM clinic was genuine (it was) and assuming her instincts told her he was genuine (he was).
He hurried home to his spartan bachelor flat to get spruced up. He had an address just a fifteen minute stroll from home.
Abigail was excited.
She'd gotten into hooking at Uni to stretch her student loan and she'd generally enjoyed it. Most of her punters were respectable older men with sterile marriages. They were mostly a fairly tame bunch who wanted fairly tame sex. She generally enjoyed their company and quite often enjoyed the sex. They were generally much more competent and considerate than "boys of her own age".
She'd finished her degree, stayed on for a masters and then tried looking for a research job in her chosen field of botany with a chance of of PhD at the end of it. After a year and a half of failed applications in a field of few opportunities she'd decided to get back into hooking for a while.
Today's emails brought a number of promising leads with one in particular that stood out. The guy sounded too good to be true. No face pics but his body was good -- no flab -- and his tackle was impressive. She made a snap decision and took a booking for that evening.
She 'phoned her friend Kate straight away to make sure she could use the shagging flat.
The two were friends since Uni.
They'd got to know each other in their second term and decided to room together for their second year. They were soon swapping tips for better sex... how to turn on your date then slow him down so he could get you off... stuff like that. Then, of course they were swapping tips on blow-jobs, hand-jobs. Cunt exercises etc.
Inevitably they ended up swapping practical tips on how to get off with various techniques including, eventually, cunnilingus. Though both essentially straight, they soon took the obvious step of practicing on each other.
They had both recently become part-time tarts. Using their love of cock to supplement their 'junior employee' pay rates.
They'd pooled their resources to turn one of their flats into a first-class shag-pad. Kate's was the more suitable -- central location, discreet entrance, two bathrooms etc. They didn't have so many clients between them to need to use both apartments.
Abigail's new client had requested full bareback sex to completion. It was something she enjoyed a lot but it was off-limits for most punters. Only a very small minority of her regulars had special privileges.
She had become quite adept at spotting the fakes and the chancers though and Dennis seemed genuine. The fact that he'd asked in advance, instead of just springing it on her, went in his favour. She would work through her usual check-list of course but she suspected she'd probably agree to be creampied when the pants were off.
Dennis was on time, fully primed and ready. He'd parked a few streets away so he could walk the half mile at a leisurely pace and arrive on time. It also gave him ten minutes to relax and get into the right frame of mind.
A very attractive woman opened the door. She was dressed bit inappropriately in track-suit bottoms and a loose jumper.
He smiled his friendliest smile. "Amy?".
She returned the smile. "Sorry no. I'm Karen -- her flat-mate. You are..?"
"I'm Don -- she's expecting me."
"Of course. Come in and I'll let her know your here."
She showed him into the work room and told him to make himself at home.
Dennis found himself in what could best be described as a boudoir. The kingsized bed was very low at only about 200mm. The heavy cotton baby-pink fitted sheet was tightly tucked in. There were half-a-dozen thick pillows in a pile beside the bed and a feather filled duvet rolled up on an ottoman against the wall.
The atmosphere was subtlety scented with vanilla, lavender and liquorice. The lighting was low and intimate. He stripped down to his boxers, as was the form in these transactions, and made himself comfortable in the easy chair in the corner. He was relaxed and calm -- he was a very experienced punter after all.
Having got the punter settled Kate went back to the sitting room where Abigail was relaxing in her standard tart attire. Silk-satin boxers under a short Japanese silk kimono.
"Well he's a bit of all right -- I wouldn't mind a bit of that myself! Give him a good shagging and we might get him back for more."
"Yes -- we could do with a few more regulars and a few more threesomes. And not just for the business!"
"True -- it's a while since we had a two's up. There's nothing quite like being nicely fucked while sucking cum out of your best mate's cunt!"
"Bad girl!"
"He's quite old though so he probably won't have the staying power -- or the cash for that matter.
"Still -- a girl can wish!"
"Go on -- time to earn the rent!" It was one of their stock phrases.
Abigail arranged her kimono so that it just hid her erect nipples but showed off her breasts to best effect.
In walked Dennis full of hope and expectation. There was a stunned silence in the room.
"Er -- dad?! What are you doing here!"
"Abi?! I could ask you the same!"
"You're not here for Amy! No! It can't be you!"
"Abigail... are you working as a prostitute?"
That stung... and somewhat mitigated the shock discovering her father used the paid sex industry. "What if I am? Obviously you've got no objection!"
"But..."
"But what? It's none of your business how I earn my keep."
Dennis slumped into the nearest chair feeling light-headed. "But if you have money troubles you could have come to me!"
"I don't have money troubles. Me and Kate do very nicely out of our business thank you!"
"But..."
"But what?"
"But why? - Isn't there a better way? - Without "
"Don't say it! Don't you dare say it! Me and Kate are very happy together and we don't need you interfering in our lives!"
"I don't understand -- you and Kate? You're..?"
At that point Kate re-entered the room.
"Abigail and me are partners... in all senses of the word. We live together, we work together, we sleep together, we cum together, we are together.
You, it seems, understand the value of sex-workers in our society. You need us, you want us, you want us to do what we do, you want us to be here for you. So please show us some respect."
She went and sat beside her lover and they snuggled.