British English language and spelling. In some stories the processes or facts may be incorrect, it's only a story and in my world that's how it happened. A warning to those who steal stories to use on YouTube channels, I am watching and will hit you with a copyright claim. This story is a repost from when I was on here under a different username.
Mum's New Job
I was having the time of my life being single and earning an outrageous amount of money at the age of twenty-five, I had my own place and went out most weekends to some of the best places in town. Unknown to me my parents were having money problems due to my Dad's love of gambling, they were seriously in debt and Mum took a job to help them out. I went mad when I found out and I asked Mum why she didn't come to me for help.
"Because it isn't your problem Gary. We got ourselves into this mess, and we will get ourselves out of it." She explained too casually.
"That's bollocks Mum. Dad got you two into this mess, and you are working to bail his arse out of trouble."
"Gary please just let it go, we will sort it out and that's final." Mum said, staring at me, almost daring me to speak.
"Okay Mum, have it your way. You know where I am if you change your mind."
My mother Julie Birchall, was a very attractive woman but this was starting to make her look old. Her blue eyes still shone, but nowhere near as brightly as before, she looked a good five years younger than she actually was. With me out of the house they should have been out enjoying themselves, not working all hours to clear his stupid debt. I had already spoken with my Dad, that nearly came to blows before Mum calmed us down. I left blaming him for it all and threatening him with serious injury if Mum suffered because of his stupidity.
I didn't see Mum for a few weeks but we did talk on the phone regularly, I never mentioned their money problems and neither did she. One Saturday night I was out with the guys from work, we went to a club in town. The place was great but it never seemed to get really busy, one of the guys said it was due to the place next door. Apparently it was a private club for gentlemen, but the rumour going around was that the place operated like a brothel.
The police had raided it several times, they never found any evidence of illegal goings on, after a while they left it alone as they had better things to do.
We left the nightclub at two o'clock in the morning and stood outside waiting for taxis. I needed a piss, so I ducked around the back of the building hoping I wouldn't get caught. I was standing in the darkness pissing against the wall when a door opened on the building next door, it threw some light about. I guessed it must have been the staff entrance for the gentleman's club. I stood there looking and figured that when whoever it was walked away I would zip up and go back out front, imagine the shock I got when I saw my Mum walk out.
I stood there stunned, quickly I zipped up my fly and went after Mum. I tripped in the dark, by the time I got out front she was in a cab and on her way home. The others must have got cabs as there was nobody else in the street. I chose to walk the mile or so to get home as I needed to think. In my mind I just couldn't imagine Mum in a place like that, given its seedy reputation. If she was working there, then her and Dad's money worries must have been bad.
Despite having a fair bit to drink I didn't sleep well that night thinking of Mum in that place, when we spoke the following day I should have said something, but I chickened out. Part of the problem I had was I needed to know what went on in there before I said anything to my Mum.
On Monday the chat at work was about our night out and where did I disappear to, I explained that I went for a piss and when I came back everyone had gone so I went home.
"We thought you had gone to the club next door." Someone called out.
"Not unless he wants to catch something." Greg replied to us all.
"So is it really that bad there then?" I asked innocently.
"Nobody knows for sure." Said Brian. "What we do know is the girls in there earn well over three hundred quid a night, nowhere on god's good earth pays that for serving drinks."
"Yeah well at fifty quid for a blowjob, and a hundred for a fuck it's easy to see why." Someone piped up.
"How do you know what they charge?" Greg asked as we all roared out laughing.
The guy stood up and walked towards us. "I have a mate who took some clients there once, there were four of them in a booth and one hostess serving the drinks. The booths all have curtains and if they get pulled then someone gets lucky. He told me that they all got a blowjob and the hostess was two hundred quid richer a short while later."
After some more idle chat the conversation died down and we all got back to work. I was working out how I could get all the rumours confirmed before I confronted my Mum. I knew she didn't work on a Thursday, so I made up my mind to go along and see for myself this coming Thursday.
I parked a few streets away and walked to the club, the doorman informed me it was fifty pounds to get in and all drinks were to be paid for at the table. I handed over my money and filled out the registration card with a false name and address, just in case Mum did get to see it. I didn't want her knowing I had been there.
I walked upstairs to the bar area where a young girl showed me to a booth.
"I'm Lucy. What would you like to drink sir?"
I looked her over and asked for a whisky and soda. I stared at her arse as she walked away.
"If there is anything else you need just let me know." Lucy said as she returned with my rather expensive drink.
I shook my head and she went off to serve someone else, looking around I couldn't see anything wrong with the club, apart from the over-priced drinks.
Sitting there nursing my drink a couple of guys walked through the door and that's when I almost shit myself as they were greeted by my Mum. '
Fuck she isn't supposed to be here!'
I thought as she showed them to the booth next door. I shifted around in the hope she wouldn't see me.
I heard Mum return with their drinks and I heard her say. "My name is Dawn, is there anything else I can do for you gentlemen?"
Then there was some hushed talking before she left the guys alone, just as I started to think about what I had seen Lucy re-appeared.
"Is there anything else you would like Sir?"
"Another drink please Lucy."
Lucy returned with my drink and asked if there was anything else I needed?
"Such as?" I asked.
"Well sir I can keep you company for a while if you like, we can close the curtains so we are alone."
"And what happens when the curtains get closed Lucy?"
She leaned over and whispered to me. "I can perform oral sex on you for fifty pounds or we can go the whole way for one hundred pounds."
"Close the curtains." I whispered back.
Lucy closed the curtains then came and sat close to me, I slid fifty pounds towards her which she picked up and then smiled at me.
"Lucy before we go any further I don't want you to do anything except answer a few questions...and I am not a cop or anything like that." I assured her.
I asked how the girls made their money and whether they got to keep it all, Lucy assured me that the money for anything sexual was all theirs. She explained that the girls took it in turns to greet any new customers, sometimes it could be someone on his own or a small group of up to six people. I asked how they went about the sex, Lucy said it was easy as none of the women wore any panties so they could sit on a man's lap and fuck him. As we talked quietly I heard the curtains on the next booth being pulled.
I listened as Lucy answered any questions I asked her but it was difficult to concentrate with the hushed noise from next door. I heard a couple of comments from the men in the booth.
"
Jesus can this one suck cock!"
