LYNNE: CHAPTER 6. THE FIRST CUSTOMER.
" Hi Tony." She said softly. She couldn't see his eyes through his dark
sunglasses, but she could feel them on her body.
" Follow me Lynne." Was all he said as he turned and started walking
towards Kings Cross.
Lynne followed along behind him. ' They're making me into a whore.'
She said to herself. And she loved the sound of it.
When Lynne woke up in her own bed Friday afternoon almost a week
later, she saw the diary on her bedside table. Just as it was the weekend
before. Was it really less than two weeks ago when all this started.
It was almost as if the woman called Lynne who went to the was a
different person to the woman called Lynne who came home from the
party.
The new Lynne went through what was becoming her ritual. She
showered, put on her robe and lay on the bed with the diary and started
to relive all that had happened as she wrote.
The week that they denied me, the week they tortured me by ignoring
me was followed by the most amazing week of my life. I can never go
back to the way things were. Not after what has happened.
I went to the Mistresses house out of sheer frustration and a sense
of being abandoned. But once I saw Tony, at the bottom of the steps,
I knew they still wanted me. Wanted to play with me. Wanted me to be
their slut.
I followed Tony up Darlinghurst Road, and into a run-down bar with a
few dozen people scattered around the tables.
Two waitresses behind the bar whispered to each other as they watched
me walking past them. " She's got big tits." One of them said.
A male voice behind me said. " She's new, you seen her before...."
A female voice off to my left said. " Tony's got a new one, not bad."
A male voice off to my right said. " Make sure I'm on her list Tony."
A female voice in front of me said. " We don't need any more fucking
whores on our block."
Other people made comments, but they're the ones I heard, they're the
ones I remember.
Tony was a few feet in front of me. We came to a door that had a sign
on it which read. ' NO ADMITTANCE '. Underneath the sign someone had
written ' Keep the fuck out.' in black paint.
Tony pushed the door open and I followed him into what looked like
another bar area. Whores and pimps and dealers and addicts sat
around tables doing business.
There was one waitress, wearing nothing but a black G-String serving
drinks, and getting pinched and smacked on the arse as she moved
around.
She was a very attractive woman. I noticed what a nice arse she had
as she lent over a table to pick up some empty glasses.
The people in this room didn't seem to take much notice of me.. A few
looked up at me, but I was just another one of Tony's whores.
Tony unlocked another door with some keys attached to his belt on a
chain. I followed him in, and he told me to ' shut the fucking door.'
It was Tony's office. Nothing like the rest of what I'd seen of this place.
I noticed the smell of new carpet. The furniture was all Hi Tech modern
and very expensive.
Tony sat behind his desk and pointed at a chair in front of it and I sat
down as I looked around the room.
There was a bar in one corner, and a large L shaped lounge in another.
" OK" Tony said opening a large green alphabetical ledger. He ran his
fingers down the letters on the right hand side till he got to ' L ' He
flicked through some pages until he came to a page headed ' Lynne '
There were a few lines of writing that I couldn't read, and the rest of the
page was blank.
I couldn't believe how comfortable I felt in these surroundings. I'd
entered a world of pimps and prostitutes and drug dealers and thugs,
and I felt at ease, it all felt right.
Then I said the word prostitute to myself again. I hadn't thought
of myself as a prostitute until then. I'd wanted to be a whore, but
the word prostitute had a different sound to it. Suddenly I had a
sense of unease.
'Prostitute. ' I said to myself again. ' I'm going to be a prostitute'
Tony's deep voice drew me out of the conflict going on in my mind.
" This is how it works." He said as he took off his dark sunglasses, and
placed them gently on his desk with his big dark hands. His eyes were
a rich brown, but they were bloodshot, and had an angry almost cruel
look in them.
" There's a doorway five doors up the street, between the chemist and
the clothes shop. That's your doorway. You can go as far as the other
side of the chemist and the other side of the clothes shop. That's
your area. Two flights of stairs up from your doorway is room 12. That's
your room."
He pushed a brass key across the table towards me, as someone
knocked on the door. " Yeah !" He sounded annoyed at being
interrupted. It was the waitress in the G-String with the nice arse. She
was carrying a tray with drinks on it.
" Sorry to interrupt Tony." She put a Bundy straight up on the desk in
front of him and a Scotch on the rocks in front of me. I knew I shouldn't
have been surprised that the woman knew what drink I had acquired
a taste for, but things were still happening that surprised me.
" Anything else I can do for you Tony ? "The woman smiled nervously .
" Yeah, she needs a handbag. Usual type, bright red. Get Nick to grab
one off our little Indian mate."
" Yeah sure Tony, I'll be right back with it." She'd almost left the room
before she'd finished speaking.
Tony looked at me with those eyes, and started talking at me again.
" Two flights of stairs up from your doorway is room 12. That's your
room. That's your key to your room. You work what hours you want,
Most of the girls on the block charge 50 for half an hour for straight sex,
and 60 for half and half. Ask for more if they're Asian or American
tourists. I take 25%. And you pay me 25 a day for the room, if you want
the sheets washed, wash them yourself. Don't keep too much money on
you, when you've got 500, come down here and give it to me, and we'll
add it into your page."
" And what do I get off you for giving you 25% ?" I tried to look him
in his eyes as I spoke. I didn't want him to know I was scarred of him.
Tony glared at me with those eyes, but I didn't flinch.
" It's not what you get, it's what you don't get. You don't get your
throat slit, you don't get your pretty little face bashed in every night,
you don't get picked up by the cops and you don't disappear in the
middle of the night because some other pimp thinks you're taking
business off one of his whores."
Tony let his words linger a moment, but I understood, I understood all to
well.
" Now." Tony continued. " Get them upstairs, Get their money, Get them
up, Get them off, Get them out, and Get your arse back on the street and
Get another one. Does my little housewife whore understand that ?"
" Yes Tony." I muttered quietly.
" Good. And remember, A whore fucks anyone with the money to pay for
it......and you're a whore. Always get the money first, Always stay within
your area, Always fake an orgasm when your client cums. Always hold
the condom as he pulls his dick out of you, Always charge women and
couples double ,and Always get the money first."
Tony looked at me for a moment to make sure the dumb whore
understood what he had said. Then he handed me a piece of paper
with a typed list of about 30 or 40 names on it.
" This is the list. Anyone on this list you do for free. It's up to you whether
you make your clients wear condoms, but nobody on this list has to wear
a condom. If someone wants to do you up your arse that's up to you,
you can normally get 100 for that, but if anybody on this list wants to do
you up the arse then you bend over and smile. Anybody wants you to
swallow their cum, that's up to you, you can get 200 for that. If
anybody on this list wants you to swallow their cum, you open up and
say Arrrr. Anybody wants to do some kinky shit that's up to you, charge
what you like, anybody on this list wants to do some kinky shit, you do
it, then you come and tell me. Any questions. "
I had a lot of questions. I looked at Tony and said.
" No Tony, no questions."
" Good." Tony said as he skulled his rum and turned his chair to the side.
" Now come over here and get me hard. I always get to poke the new
girls first. "
" Yes Tony," I said nervously as I gulped down the rest of my scotch and
walked around the desk. I had been expecting this. I knelt between his
huge legs, undid his belt and fly and reached in to grab his cock.
Tony smiled for the first time when he saw the look on my face as my
hand found his cock. It looked as thick as my husbands wrist, and he
was still soft.
When I pulled it out of his pants and saw just how big it was I couldn't
help myself, I stared up at him with a stunned look on my face. Tony
looked so different with that big smile.
I wrapped my lips around it and slid it into my mouth. My head bobbed
up and down as I sucked on his cock. Then I felt it start to swell in my
mouth.
When it was hard, I couldn't fit it in my mouth, so I licked it and ran my
lips over it.
" O.K" Tony said. " Lean over the desk and lift up your skirt.
I got to my feet and stood behind his desk. I looked at him as I felt him
pull my panties down, then I stepped out of them, and he threw them on
the desk in front of me.
I felt light headed as I leaned over the desk and lifted up the back
of my red leather skirt. I felt Tony's cock rub against my arse as he
positioned himself behind me. He kicked my feet a few times and I got
the message and spread my legs wider for him.
Then I felt the tip of his huge cock pushing up against me. I was wet, but
I gritted my teeth as I felt the head stretching me open. I thought he'd be
rough with me, but he seemed to be taking his time, putting it in me
slowly. giving my body time to adjust to his size.
Then I felt it start to enter me. It hurt, but it hurt good. I moaned loudly
as he pushed more of it into me. I could feel myself stretching wide for
him. I could feel his cock so far up inside me that it made me moan
again just realising he had it so far up inside me.
Then It was all in me. Tony just stood there for a moment as we both
enjoyed how good it felt, and then he started to slide it out again, when it
was about half way out he thrust it up inside me hard. My head slumped
onto the desk and I screamed. It felt like his huge cock was tearing me
apart. But I loved it.
Then he started fucking me, slowly at first, then harder and faster. Soon
the pain was replaced with pleasure. I grunted like a pig everytime he
drove his enormous cock up inside me.
After a almost a week of being denied I couldn't hold back any longer,
I came in one huge groan as he shoved it up inside me again.I groaned
and panted and thrashed around on his desk as he fucked me through
one of the most amazing orgasms I've ever had.
I was still panting and moaning when someone knocked on the door.
The waitress with the nice arse walked in carrying a red handbag. Our
eyes met for an instant, but I knew she was trying not to look at me as
I stood there bent over Tony's desk while he fucked me from behind.
She put the handbag on the desk in front of me. She took longer than
she needed to, Tony noticed to because he yelled at her.
" Get the fuck out of here slut."
She quickly turned to leave, when I saw that arse of hers, I started to
cum again. But Tony pulled out of me.
" Don't stop Tony please, I'm cumming again." But he didn't care. He
grabbed my hair and pulled me off the desk and guided me to the floor.
" Suck it Lynne." He shouted at me. I felt my orgasm slipping away so I
grabbed his cock with one hand and fingered myself with my other hand.
I had as much of the tip of his cock in my mouth as I could when he
started to cum, and I came again as soon as I tasted it.
When he was finished, I had his cum all over my face and wiped it into
my mouth with my fingers as I lay on the floor behind his desk.
Tony put his cock back in his pants and buzzed someone on the
intercom on his desk to " Bring in a towel for Lynne."
The door opened and it was her again. My eyes were level with her crotch
as I wiped my face. Then I got on my knees, my face almost brushing
up against her as I wiped my juices off my thighs.
I stayed on the floor as she took the towel back. My face was level with
that beautiful arse of hers as she walked towards the door.
After I'd straightened my cloths up and put my panties back on, Tony
put fifty dollars in my new whore handbag. I thought I'd just earned my
first fifty dollars as a whore. But Tony looked at me and said.
" You'll have to buy condoms, tissues and lube. I'll add the 50 to what
you owe me." Then he put the brass key to my room in my handbag and
passed it to me.
" O.K Lynne, time to get your arse out on the street and earn some
dollars. You already owe me the 50 plus 25 for the room 70 for the
handbag and 5 for the scotch. You're into me for 150 already. Go make
some money for me."
" Yes Tony." I said, as all the whores did with Tony.
" Oh and Lynne." he said as I opened the door. " Don't fuck with me."
" No Tony, I'll bring you every dollar." I made myself not give into his
eyes as I said it. I wouldn't let myself look away. He nodded at me, and
almost smiled.
She was leaning over a table again when I walked out of Tony's office.
I just stopped and stared at her arse. She must have known I was
looking at her because she stood up and said ." Did you want
something."
" I want to grab hold of your arse and bury my face between your legs."
I said to myself.
" Yeah, Scotch on the rocks." I followed her to the bar and watched
her pour my drink. She had great tits too. I hadn't noticed before, I
was too distracted by that arse of hers. I paid her with the fifty dollars
Tony had lent me and took a sip of my drink.
" I'm Lynne." I said hoping she'd tell me her name.
She looked at me and said. " Yeah I know." As she walked around the
bar with my change on a tray.
" Do I get a tip Lynne ?" She asked standing closer to me than she
needed to. She knew I liked her. I had a lot to learn about chatting up
other women.
" What do I get ?" I said before I could stop myself.
" You seem to like my arse." She said with an inviting smile.
" Yes I do." I said as I reached behind her and ran my hand over her
smooth arse. " And I like your tits too.
" Thanks Lynne." she said as she took the $5 bill off the tray.
I finished my drink as I watched her walking around the room. That was
an expensive grope I thought to myself as I put the forty dollars into
my new handbag. Then it occurred to me, Tony was charging me $70
for the handbag and he probably got it for nothing off one of the local
small businesses. I was going to have to fuck three men at $50 a go
just to break even for what I already owed Tony.
I walked out onto the street as a prostitute for the first time, and went
to find my doorway. When I found it, I just stood there and looked at it .
People looked at me, pointed at me, made comments to each other
about me. God it felt good.
I went into the chemist to buy my supply of condoms, lube and tissues.
I walked out of the chemist with 1 tube of KY, 36 condoms a large box
Kleenex and $1.25 left from the $50 Tony had lent me.
I walked up my stairs for the first time, and found my room, to the right of
the landing. Number 12.
The stairway was poorly lit, but I could see paint peeling off the walls
and the carpet was worn and dirty.
I searched for my key, slid it in the lock and slowly opened the door. I
found a light switch and a single incandescent bulb hanging from the
middle of the ceiling lit the room. It was small, and had a bit of a stale
air smell, but it looked clean. It wasn't as bad as I'd expected.
There was a double bed against the wall to my left, and an old bedside
table with an even older table lamp on it next to the bed.
A wardrobe that seemed to be leaning forward was on the wall to my
right with a small sache window between it and a door against the back
wall.
The door led to a small bathroom, with a sink, shower and toilet. All old,
but clean. The shower curtain looked new, and there were some towels
and toiletries under the sink. There was a note on top of the towels, it
read. " Tony looks after his girls." How much had Tony added to my
ledger for these, I wondered to myself.
The place needed to be aired out so I opened the small window, and
leaned out over the busy footpath that ran along Darlinghurst road. I
could see my doorway just to my right below me.
I looked up and down the street. There were prostitutes everywhere.
" You'd have to be desperate to pay to fuck her." I mumbled to myself
as I watched a distinctly unattractive woman across the street approach
the men that walked past her.
But I wasn't in any position to pass judgements on her or any of the
others. She was selling herself to pay for her addiction to heroin or
cocaine. I had to sell myself for sex to pay for my addiction to the blonde
woman, my Mistress.
The smell of food from the various cafes and restaurants below
reminded me of how hungry I was. Apart from Daniel's and Tony's cum,
I hadn't eaten anything all day. But I didn't even have enough money to buy
a pie. I looked at my watch, it was just after 3.00.
" Well Lynne." I said to myself. " It's time you got your arse out on the
street and made some money." I organised my condoms and lube and
tissues on the bedside table. And headed downstairs.
I lent up against the wall between my doorway and the clothing store
where Daniel works and tried to figure out what to do next.
My husband and I had walked down this street plenty of times before,I
knew the sorts of things the prostitutes said. There was a constant flow
of people passing by. Some looked at me, some did everything they
could not to look at me, others didn't even notice me.
A number of men had walked passed me, but I had hesitated when I
started to approach them, and then it was too late, they were gone.
Then I saw a man in his early twenties walking toward me, I moved
towards him a bit.
" Do you want a girl ?"I was surprised how easy it was to do. How easy
I found it to try and sell myself for sex. But he just shook his head and
walked off. He didn't even look at me. I felt insulted. I couldn't believe
he'd knock me back. It was a weird feeling.
Then I saw an another man, probably in his early 40s, well dressed in a
sports jacket, with a mobile phone on his belt near his hip. He was
looking straight at me as he walked towards me.
" Do you want a girl ?"
" How much ?" He said looking me up and down.
" Fifty for straight sex and sixty for half and half."
" OK but no fucking condom." He grabbed my arm and I pulled away
from him.
" What's your problem cunt ? " He said in a voice that scared me.
" You've gotta wear a condom sweetie." I said as nicely as I could force
myself to.
" Who the Fuck do you think you are cunt. I'll give you seventy, but I'm
going to blow in your mouth and you're going to swallow every drop. "
I started to say something but he glared at me and said in a low angry
voice.
" You're new here cunt. You don't know who I am. You better just
get your fucking whore arse up those stairs and open your mouth."
" Is there a problem here Ray ?" A voice said from behind the man
abusing me. The voice belonged to a huge hulk of a man, dark skinned
like Tony.
When the man abusing me saw him, his face lit up in a huge nervous
smile.
" No problem Desmond. No problem at all mate."
" You're not trying to heavy our new girl with your no condom blow in your
mouth shit, are you Ray ?" Desmond said in a voice that obviously
scared the man even more than his voice had scared me.
" Is this one of Tony's girls ?" Ray was turning pale.
" Yeah. She's new. I guess you're going upstairs with her Ray ." I was
relieved that Desmond had intervened but I wished he hadn't said the
bit about going upstairs with me.
" Yeah Desmond we were just talking about that. She was asking too
much mate. You know how these new ones always think they're worth
more than the others. She was being a real fucking bitch mate."
" Stop being a bitch to your customers Lynne." Desmond said not shifting
his eyes off Ray. " She costs the same as the others Ray. 50 to fuck her
or 60 for a blow job. Which will it be Ray ?"
Ray looked over at me, I wanted to tell him to fuck off, but I knew I
couldn't. 'A whore fucks anyone with the money to pay for it. And I'm a
whore.' I said to myself.
" I give real good blow jobs Ray." I said, swallowing what little was left of
my pride.
" I'll just fuck her thanks Desmond."
" Up you go and enjoy yourself Ray. I'll wait down here. You can tell me
whether she's a good fuck or not. I haven't done her yet."
" Yeah ok....thanks mate. " Ray said still rattled by the presence of big
Desmond.
I smiled at Ray and he walked into the doorway ahead of me. I started
to follow him upstairs when Desmond grabbed my arm and gently pulled
me towards him till our faces were only inches apart.
" Ray's a fucking strange bloke, but he's harmless. He's got a real thing
for prostitutes. He's here every night. If he enjoys himself, he'll be back."
" Thanks Desmond." I said, and I meant it.
" You can thank me later." I heard him say as I turned to head up the
stairs.
" Come on get your fucking arse up here." Ray yelled down at me.
Why did I have to get someone like this for my first customer. I really
didn't want to fuck this man. But as I neared the door to my room I
couldn't control the sense of excitement that made my hands shake as I
unlocked the door.
Once we were inside I tried to act like I knew what I was doing.
" That'll be 50 thanks Ray." Always get the money first.
But Ray was experienced with prostitutes, he already had his wallet out
and handed me a $50 bill. It was a strange feeling taking the money off
him.
He folded his clothes and hung them over the end of the bed as he
got undressed.
" Leave your clothes on, just take your knickers off ." He said as he hung
his trousers over the end of the bed. His voice startled me. I was just
standing there holding the $50 note, looking at it. Feeling it in my hand.
" Sure Ray." I tried to sound calm as I put the fifty dollars in my bag,
and took a condom off the table. He watched me reach under my skirt
and pull my panties down. He was naked, his cock was soft, and small. I
put my panties on the floor as he got up on the bed.
" Get me hard." He said abruptly. So I sat on the bed beside him and
started playing with his little dick. Slowly it started to grow and I was able
to wrap my fingers around it and jerk him off. His hands were groping me
as his cock became hard.
I tried to get the condom out of the packet, but I had trouble opening
it. By the time I got it out he was soft again and swearing at me. I
smiled at him as I massage his cock and got it hard again. When it
was as big as I thought it was going to get, I put the condom on it.
" Lie down and lift up your skirt." He said as he knelt up on the bed."
The big leather boots made it awkward but I did as he said, and lifted up
my skirt and lied on the bed in front of him.
" Ooh look, she's got a shaved cunt." He said as if there were someone
else in the room he was talking to. Then he got on top of me, and I
helped him stick his cock inside me.
I didn't really feel anything as he entered me. Then he just started
fucking me, he didn't say anything, he didn't make any noise at all. The
only sound in the room was the slapping together of our bodies as he
fucked me.
He just glared down at me as he fucked me. I moaned a few times, and
he seemed to like it, so I moaned a few more times.
' Always pretend to cum when your client cums.' Tony had said to me.
So I did, when he threw his head back as his cock exploded in the
condom, I panted and moaned as he came. Then he collapsed on top
of me. I could feel his cock shrinking inside me, so I reached down and
held the condom in place as I slid his cock out of me.
He rolled over and put his hands behind his head as I took the condom
off him, and wiped him with a couple of tissues.
He got up, got dressed and left. I was back on the street a few minutes
later. The whole thing with Ray had taken less than fifteen minutes.
But I had fucked my first customer.
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