LYNNE: CHAPTER 13. A WHORE'S WHORE.
" Yes Mistress, I understand." I knew she could hear the sense of relief
in my voice. I did trust her completely, and this was my chance to show
her.
" And make sure Lexy enjoys having you Lynne. I'll be checking with her
on how obedient you were for her and whether you satisfied her needs."
" I understand Mistress." I said enjoying the feel of her fingers running
through my hair. " I won't disappoint you.........or Lexy."
" You won't be given an opportunity to disappoint me again if you do
Lynne." The Mistress pulled her hand away from me as she spoke.
" Now go, Lexy's waiting for you."
" Yes Mistress." I said with a tone that I hoped showed her that I meant
what I said.
There was a soft knock on the door and I turned and saw Kelly standing
there in her little French Maid's outfit. She threw my shoes on the floor
at my feet.
" Did you clean Lynne's shoes after you were finished with them Kelly?"
" Yes Mistress." Kelly said avoiding looking at me as she answered.
I picked my shoes up off the floor and followed Kelly down the hall and
out into the sitting room where Lexy was waiting with what looked like
a mixture of anticipation and unease.
" So I can do whatever I want with her....Right ?" Lexy asked still not
sure why I was being given to her like this.
" You can do whatever you want with her and she will do whatever you
tell her to. Just make sure you have her back here in one piece in the
morning." Kelly said, unable to hide the enjoyment she got from saying it.
"Now come with me Lexy The Mistress wants to speak with you."
Lexy stood up nervously and followed Kelly back down the hall. A few
seconds later Kelly came back into the sitting room.
" Follow me slut !" She snapped, and I followed her out into the
foyer where we waited for Lexy. We probably only waited for a few
minutes but it seemed like hours. Kelly stared at me the whole time. A
hateful disgusted stare. I couldn't look at her. She hated me so much
for letting her take my whipping for me. And then The Mistress had used
her to demonstrate to me just what being a slave really means. There
was no hint of the affection and passion Kelly felt for me before all that
happened. But I still had those feelings for her.
Lexy had an almost smug look on her face when she finally came back
down the hall and into the foyer.
" Get the door for Lexy you little bitch." Kelly snarled at me. I opened the
door and Kelly moved close to me as Lexy walked out onto the porch, our
faces only inches apart.
" So you're a Whore's Whore now Lynne." Kelly whispered disdainfully
as she glared into my eyes.
" I'm whatever the Mistress wants me to be." I answered defiantly before
brushing past Kelly and onto the porch. Lexy was already at the bottom
of the stairs and I hurried to catch up to her.
" Come on Lynne. You're my little bitch tonight."
I followed Lexy as she weaved her way through some back streets and
up through the Fitzroy Gardens into The Cross. As I walked along behind
her I realised I didn't even know what day it was let alone what time it
was.
It was Monday morning when the Mistress had caught me in the Brothel
in Surrey Hills. But so much had happened since then.
There was an elderly man sitting on one of the bench seats. He was
sitting up straight with both hands resting on his walking stick in front of
him as he sat and watched the odd assortment of people who make up
The Cross go by.
" Excuse me Sir." I said hoping Lexy couldn't hear me or didn't turn
around to see where I was. " Could you tell me what time it is please?"
He looked me up and down suspiciously for a few seconds, I guess I
must have looked 'normal' in my housewife dress.
" Five Twenty Three." He said in a shaky voice as he looked at his watch.
" And it's Monday...." I knew how stupid it must have sounded to the
nice old man but there was no other way to say it.
" No its Tuesday." He said with the suspicious look returning to his face.
" Thank you." I almost had to jog to catch up with Lexy. She'd gone up
Victoria St and I didn't want to lose her in the crowd.
Lexy turned down Roslyn St and I caught up with her just as she
walked into a shop advertising Adult Toys & Novelties. It was really
crappy on the outside but quite clean and modern and well laid out
on the inside.
" You still selling those things for computers David ? " Lexy said as she
marched up to the counter. David was an incredibly sexy blonde guy,
probably in his late 20s. He wore a really nice white silk shirt, the top few
buttons undone showing off the smooth taut skin of his chest. He
obviously worked out but his tight black trousers showed how really well
built he was.
" Stick your tongue back in your mouth Lynne." Lexy said sarcastically.
I knew I was staring at David but I didn't know it was so obvious.
" Hi Lynne." David said in a soft sexy voice. He had deep blue eyes that
I could stare into all night. " That's a nice dress, it really suits you."
He liked me. I felt myself blush like some silly little school girl.
" Thanks David.....I like your shirt too...." I stammered nervously and felt
myself grow even more red in the face.
" That was a stupid thing to say" I said to myself. " That's really going to
impress him." But his face was lit up with a friendly smile.
" I'm Lynne." I stuttered, trying to cover my silly reply but he already knew
that.
" Hi Lynne, It's really nice to meet you." We just stood there staring at
each other. I knew it was my turn to say something but I couldn't think of
anything to say. I hadn't felt like this in a long time.
" What about the things for the computers David !" Lexy said, obviously
annoyed with both of us.
" Do you mean the screen savers Lexy ? " David asked. He was even
more annoyed with Lexy than she was with us. He wanted to keep flirting
with me.
" Yeah, the one's The Geek asked me about."
" You said you weren't interested. You said you weren't that desperate."
" I'm not. I don't do kinky shit like that. But she does."
I could see the disappointment on David's face. His smile disappeared
when he looked at me again. I couldn't look back at him this time. But
I could sense what he was thinking.
" Is that right Lynne ?" His voice was different when he spoke to me
this time.
" Yes." I answered softly.
" Do you know what's involved with this Lynne?" I think David was still
hoping it was some sort of misunderstanding.
" She does whatever I fucking tell her to." Lexy said savouring my
humiliation and embarrassment. " She's my little Bitch, aren't you
Lynne ?"
I could feel David's eyes on me. I didn't mind saying I was her little
bitch, in fact I liked being made to say it. I just didn't like having to
say it in front of David.
" Yes. I'm your little bitch."
" I see." David said, his voice still full of disappointment as he realised
I was just another cheap whore like Lexy. The look on Lexy's face was
almost sickening it was so smug.
" Yes, we still do the Screen Savers." David said looking away from me.
" The Geek said a 1,000 bucks."
" The Geek said what ?" A scrawny young man with oily hair and wire
rim glasses said as he walked through a curtain behind the counter.
" You said 1,000 bucks to make them things for the computers."
" Changed your mind have you ?" He said in an irritating voice.
" No ! I don't do weird shit but she does."
The Geek looked at me with a sickly smile on his face.
" Only 500 for her." David said abruptly.
" Bull Fucking Shit ! " Lexy said angrily. " Why....."
" Because she's not all that attractive and she's got a fat arse."
The Geek looked at David with a puzzled expression on his face. He
obviously thought I was attractive and didn't have a fat arse. But David
had a nasty streak in him that I didn't see when I looked into his eyes
earlier.
Lexy was swearing and arguing with David but he just folded his arms
and lent on the counter only half listening to Lexy's tantrum.
" $500 or the pair of you can get your slut arses back on the streets now.
I haven't got time to waste with $50 whores like you pair." David said
calmly but firmly. He'd made it clear that that was the deal. Take it or
leave it.
" Alright !" Lexy said begrudgingly. " But your a fucking cunt David...."
David ignored her and told us to follow him out the back. We walked
behind the counter and through the curtain into a large tidy room full of
shelves with videos and CDs and all sorts of Sex Toys neatly packaged
and stacked.
There was a work bench with computer equipment at the back and
David picked up a digital camera and told me to stand against the
wall beside the work bench.
The floor was bare concrete and the wall was painted black. David threw
a piece of shiny black silk material about the size of a blanket at me
and told me to spread it out on the floor.
" Just so you know what you're getting yourself into Lynne this is the sort
of screen savers we make and sell." David still couldn't believe that I
was going to do this. He still couldn't believe that the nice woman in the
nice dress that he flirted with would do this.
As I watched the images appear on the monitor I realised that I'd
reached the point where I had to decide whether becoming The Blonde
Woman's slave was really what I wanted.
Anybody could have these sorts of pictures of me on their computers.
People I know, friends, relatives, acquaintances, anybody. They could
print them out, stick them on notice boards, E-mail them to who ever
they wanted.
The types of photo's I saw appearing on the monitor could not have been
any more explicit or degrading. Did I really want to have those sorts of
pictures of me freely available to anyone.
I could see people I know passing around those sorts of pictures of me
in offices and homes and school buses and warehouse lunchrooms and
god only knows where else.
Not even a cheap street whore like Lexy was willing to do something as
disgusting and public as this. Was I really willing to show the world what I
was. What I had become ?
David sensed my hesitation and started hitting the enter button on the
keyboard faster. One disgusting picture appeared on the screen after
the other. Each photo jolted me. Like a visually transmitted electric
current stinging me for an instant and the next stinging even more.
I just didn't know. I needed time to think but there was none. Up until
then I was sure it was what I wanted, that nothing else mattered. But
this made what I was doing hit home in a way that nothing else had.
I looked at the woman on the screen and wondered why she would ever
lower herself like that. How could she let herself be used like that ? How
could she degrade herself like that for all the world to see ?
Then a picture appeared on the screen that answered my questions.
It was a picture that had a clear shot of the pretty young woman's face.
She was smiling. Not a faked smile but the smile of a woman enjoying
what she was doing. And her eyes were so alive. So full of passion and
lust. She did it because she wanted to, because she enjoyed it. She
didn't care how others judged her.
Then another picture appeared with the pretty womans face contorted
in ecstasy. Was she in the midst of an orgasm or just on the edge, I
wasn't sure. Then the next picture appeared and she had her head
thrown back, her long dark hair sprayed around her as the camera
captured that instant of bliss that consumed her.
I thought again about people looking at pictures like that of me and what
they would think and what they would say.
" Look at this fucking slut." " Look at the cunt on this thing."
" Wouldn't you like to fuck that !" " Look at this sick bitch."
" I know that whore from somewhere. " " Shit it's Lynne ! "
I felt myself getting wet as all sorts of thoughts and images ran through
my mind. I wondered why I hesitated at all. I knew what I was and what I
wanted.
I'm a slut and a whore. And I want to be the sick bitch on peoples
computers. I want disgusting pictures of me on notice boards and
handed around offices and stuck on walls. But most of all I want to be
the Blonde Womans slave.
" What do you want me to do now David ?" I said as calmly as I could,
pretending I'd never hesitated at all. He knew I really was just another
cheap slut now and he treated me accordingly after that.
He took a few pictures of me looking normal and innocent in my house
wife dress and then watched as I got undressed. He shook his head
and looked away in disgust when he saw the wet patch on the front of
my panties.
" You're a fucking hypocrite David." I thought to myself as I smiled at him
through the lens of the camera. " I know I'm just another slut posing for
disgusting pictures. But you're taking the pictures. You're going to sell
them. So what does that make you."
I would have loved to have told David what I was thinking, but it wasn't
my place to say anything. "A good slave keeps her opinions to herself
Lynne. No one cares what a slave thinks." I could hear the Mistress say.
David had me lie on the blanket and crouched between my legs and took
some close ups of my cunt. I didn't feel humiliated or embarrassed
anymore. But I was growing increasingly aroused with each click of
the camera only inches from my wet cunt.
" OK now pull yourself open as wide as you can." David said without
looking at me. I reached down and pulled my lips apart and he took a
couple of pictures.
He handed me a big black dildo and told me to stick it up myself. I
was well lubricated but the dildo was really thick and I needed to ease
it inside myself.
" Come on Lynne hurry up. I'm sure you've had plenty of big things up
there over the years. You should be well and truly stretched down there."
David said in a contemptuous tone.
" Yes I have been." I said defiantly as I shoved the rest of the dildo
inside myself in one quick motion. I did it out of spite and it hurt a bit,
but it felt good too.
David clicked away on his camera as I slid it in and out. Then he told
me to turn over so he could get some shots of my arse.
" Pull your cheeks apart so I can get some shots of your arsehole."
He gave me some KY and a smaller dildo and told me to stick it up my
arse. I lubed up the dildo and my arsehole and moaned quietly as I
heard the camera clicking away when I slid it up my arse.
David took pictures of me standing up and squatting and bending over. I
had to stick a big green cucumber up my cunt and then a banana and
then the handle of a cricket bat.
He made me lie on my stomach with my arse in the air and stick the
handle of a wooden spoon up my arse. I had to let go of it and hold it
up by squeezing my arsehole around it. Then I had to do the same with
one of those balloons on a stick that say. " I love you." But the stick was
too thin, I couldn't hold onto it the way he wanted me to at first. It took
several attempts before I could do it right which didn't make David or
Lexy very happy.
David made me stick all sorts of things up my cunt and arse and took a
few pictures each time. I was lying on my back sucking and biting my
nipples when some guy just walked up to me and undid his jeans and
took his cock out. I had to get on my knees and suck him off while David
took some pictures and when the guy came I had to take his cock out of
my mouth so he could cum on my face.
I had to smear the cum all over my face and lick it off my fingers as
David kept clicking away with the camera.
" Now squat down against the wall and open your legs as wide as you
can and play with yourself and pretend to cum." David said as threw me
a towel to wipe what was left of the cum off my face.
I could have cum several times but didn't let myself. I didn't want to do
anything wrong. But I couldn't have stopped myself much longer. I
reached down and started rubbing myself.
" OK, pretend to cum." David said sounding almost bored.
" I'll cum for real if you give me a minute David." I said, moaning as
I rubbed myself hard on the clit.
" Alright but hurry up and make sure you look at the camera when you
cum."
" Nearly there." I panted. " I'm nearly there." I heard the camera click
again and it pushed me over the edge.
" Fuck I'm going to cum !" I cried out.
" Look at the camera."
" I'm cumming David." I grunted as I Iooked straight into the lens of the
camera. David reached out and pulled my hands away from between
my legs.
" What are you doing ?" I moaned desperately as I tried to pull my arms
out of his grip but he held onto them tightly.
" I've got all the pictures I need Lynne."
" Oh David please, I'm cumming.....please let me cum...."
" He said it's over Lynne." I heard Lexy say and saw her standing over
me.
" OK..." I said breathlessly from the torment as my orgasm stopped
before it had really started. " Ok......"
I was light headed and a bit disoriented as I got dressed, but the fresh
air helped clear my head once we were back outside. But it did nothing
to cool the fire between my legs.
" You're one sick fucking bitch !" Lexy said as she walked ahead of me.
Her words only made me need to cum even more than I already did.
She had no understanding of how much pleasure the look on her face
gave me. I was a whore's whore Kelly had said and I loved it. Just the
phrase whore's whore makes my juices flow.
I never said anything to her. I just followed along behind her. I'd go where
ever she took me and do whatever she wanted me to do. She knew that
now.
Lexy walked ahead of me and turned left up William St. I felt strange
when I saw the spot where I had stood trying to sell myself to every man
that walked by. There was another whore standing in my spot offering
herself to the men that passed her. I should have still been there. If I'd
been a good whore for The Mistress I would have still been there making
money for her.
Lexy said something that I didn't hear to the whore who had replaced me
as she pushed past her.
" Yeah well Fuck You Lexy !" The other whore yelled. I didn't look at her
as I followed Lexy up the stairs. The same dirty smelly stair way that I had
walked up as a whore so many times in just a few days.
Lexy walked up to a door marked 1A off to her left and bashed the door
hard a few times with her fist. The door swung open and a huge man
stood there looking suspiciously at Lexy.
" What the fuck do you want Lexy ?" His voice was deep and loud.
" I'm here to pay the rent Garry."
" Rents not due till Friday. What's going on...."
" My little friend Lynne here is going to pay my rent for me." Lexy stood
back so the fat man could see me. It was obvious he liked what he saw
but he was still suspicious.
" She looks like a fucking Avon lady Lexy. Why's she paying ya rent..."
" It doesn't matter why Garry. But I reckon she's worth 3 weeks rent
on the fucking rat hole upstairs..."
" There's plenty of whores who would take your " Fuck Room" if you don't
want it Lexy. And this bitch aint worth three weeks rent."
" Come on Garry look at her." Lexy grabbed me and pulled me over till
I was standing right in front of the big fat man. " Christ Garry, she's
almost a virgin."
Garry looked me up and down for a while considering how many weeks
rent I was worth.
" Two weeks rent." He said abruptly and turned around and walked off
towards another room inside the flat.
" Here." Lexy said as she passed me a few condoms. " Make sure he
wears one of these once you get him hard. I don't want him getting a
taste for it without a rubber."
I took the condoms off Lexy and followed Garry as he waddled into
another room. The top of his huge bum hung out of the back of his grotty
denim jeans and rolls of fat strained against his blue singlet. I don't
think I've ever seen a fatter more unattractive man in my life. I wasn't
sure what I was going to have to do for him. I hoped I only had to fuck
him, and that I could be on top.
The bedroom was small and messy and smelly like the rest of the flat.
" Get me hard." He said with a nicotine grin. I knelt in front of
him and undid the zipper and button on his jeans and tried to pull them
down. They fell to the floor easily once I got them over his huge bum
and I helped him step out of them.
He didn't have any underpants on and I could hardly see his cock or
balls underneath the rolls of fat that hung down in front of him.
He had a small cock for such a huge man and it was difficult to get
at it. I managed to push my face between his fat thighs and get it into
my mouth.
" Get him nice and hard slut." Lexy's voice told me how much she was
enjoying watching me do this to the big fat ugly man.
" How many times have YOU done this with him Lexy ?" I thought to
myself. But I didn't want to look at her. I didn't want her to see how
much I hated what she was making me do.
Garry started rocking back and forth sliding his cock in and out of my
mouth as it grew harder. I just grabbed the sides of his legs and held on
with my eyes closed trying to imagine I was some where else. Some
where with The Blonde Woman, my Mistress. And as soon as I started to
think about her I felt different. I wasn't doing this for Lexy, and I wasn't
doing this for Garry. I was doing this for my Mistress.
I could see her standing there watching me sucking on the huge man's
little cock and it made me feel good. It made me wet again.
I was still as horny as hell from posing for those disgusting photo's. I
would never have thought it possible for anyone to actually enjoy sex
with someone like Garry, but I knew I was going to enjoy it.
When he was hard Garry pushed my head away and told me to get
undressed and get up on the bed. I did a bit of a striptease thing for him.
I danced around a bit as I undid the zip on the back of my dress and
slowly pulled it off my shoulders and slid it down my body to my thighs
and then let it fall to the floor.
I played with myself for a while. Rubbing myself between the legs and
squeezing my tits through my bra. Garry just stood there ogling me with
an almost dazed look on his face.
I sat on the bed and took my pantyhose off and then stood up again and
slowly slid my panties down my legs and left them dangling off one foot
before kicking them away.
Garry was almost drooling when he saw my wet shaved pussy.
I turned around and bent over showing off my arse and then looked back
at Garry over my shoulder and asked him to help me with my bra. He ran
his clammy fat hands over my body and I felt his hot smelly breath on
my neck as he started biting and kissing me on my neck and shoulders.
He fumbled with the strap on my bra but his fat fingers were unable to
undo the little clips.
" Here, let me do it for you Garry." I said as I turned around and reached
behind myself to undo my bra. Garry grabbed my tits roughly with his
huge hands as soon as they fell out of the lacy cups.
I held his head tenderly as he grabbed at my stiff nipples with his mouth.
He sucked and bit on them hard and I moaned softly.
" Fuck me Garry." I whispered into his ear and he almost threw me onto
the bed.
I positioned myself for him with my legs wide open and rubbed myself
between my legs. The sound of my wetness filled the room.
The bed sunk suddenly as Garry lowered his huge frame onto it. The bed
creaked and sunk further as he crawled over and positioned himself
between my legs.
" I'll have to put a rubber on you Garry." I said as nicely as I could,
trying not to look at what I was about to fuck. He grabbed one of the
condoms out of my hand and ripped open the foil packet and quickly
rolled it up his cock.
The bed rocked almost violently as he positioned himself to enter me.
It took him several attempts before he could get his stomach and his
cock into a position in which he could put his cock inside me.
My cunt was dripping wet and his cock slid easily inside me. I grunted
loudly as he lowered his body on top of mine forcing the air out of my
lungs. His breath smelt of beer and cigarettes and I was almost
glad that I could hardly breath with his huge weight on top of me.
The bed rocked and creaked as he started fucking me. I ran my hands
over his big arms and shoulders as I felt his cock sliding in and out of
me.
Each thrust of his huge body forced me to exhale and he fucked me with
a rhythm governed more by momentum than anything. It was the most
unpleasant and uncomfortable sex I've ever had, but I needed it.
I'd been so close to cumming when David stopped me out of spite. I
was going to make the most of whatever man and cock I was allowed
to have.
"Oh God Fuck Me Garry.....Fuck me faster" I panted as the orgasm I
was denied before swelled inside me again. Garry was grunting and
dribbling as he fucked me as fast and as hard as he could.
I grabbed the sides of his enormous arse and tried to help him fuck me
faster. I wanted to thrust my body up against his but I couldn't move
under his weight.
He was grunting louder and I knew he was going to cum.
" Oh God Not Yet Garry." I moaned desperately. " Wait for me. Keep
fucking me and I'll cum with you. I'm nearly there Garry. Please keep
fucking me...."
But Garry couldn't wait. He let out a loud groan as his cock started filling
the condom with his cum.
" Oh God No...." I cried out. I was so close. I closed my eyes and
imagined my Mistress was standing there watching Garry fuck me. I
imagined her playing with her beautiful wet pussy. I came as my
Mistress slid a finger inside herself.
But I came more from desperation than stimulation. My orgasm was just
a teasing taste of what it could have been if I'd had someone who could
fuck me properly. I was still cumming when Garry collapsed on top of me
forcing the breath and what was left of my orgasm out of me.
I moaned loudly one more time . A moan of pleasure and frustration at
the same time. My body thrust itself up against Garry's trying desperately
to hold onto the orgasm that I needed so badly. I tried to reach between
my legs to touch myself but I couldn't get my hand between our bodies.
I whimpered softly almost pathetically as Garry lay slumped on top of
me and I gave into the inevitable. I couldn't breath or move with the
full weight of Garry's body pushing down on me.
After what seemed an eternity he dragged himself up off me and sort
of rolled off the bed.
" Come on bitch. you've got things to do." Lexy said as she turned and
walked out behind Garry. I almost ran around the room picking up my
clothes and got dressed as quickly as I could. I was still doing up the
zipper on my dress and trying to adjust my pantyhose as I followed Lexy
back down the stairs.
She headed down William Street and across the road into Porky's, a strip
club I'd been to before with my husband when I was a very different
woman. But she didn't go down the stairs into the strip part she went up
the stairs where the peep booths are.
The man with the tattoos and the Italian accent behind the counter
wanted a 60/40 split his way but he and Lexy ended up agreeing on a
50/50 split.
After the financial arrangements had been settled Lexy said she'd be
back for me in a few hours and disappeared down the stairs.
The man with the tattoos led me up a few steps and into a room behind
the "stage" where the girls worked the booths.
" Give us a look at ya." He said in a disinterested tone. I undid my dress
and pulled it off over my shoulders. His facial expression didn't change
when I slid my panties off and he saw my shaved pussy. There probably
wasn't much he hadn't seen.
" You got fucking big tits," Was all he said as I undid my bra and stood
naked in front of him. " Here put these on." He said throwing me a pair of
G-String Leopard Skin panties. It was obvious another woman had been
wearing them earlier.
Once I had the panties on he led me to a door that opened onto the
back of the stage. He pointed at the row of windows that looked out
onto the stage. There were about ten of them.
The windows were about a metre or so above the floor. There was a
woman standing in front of one of the windows rubbing her cunt up
against the glass and I could just make out the face of a man in the dark
booth behind the glass.
" It's simple." The tattooed man said. " They put two bucks into the
slot and the screen slides down so they can see in. When you see the
screen open get your arse over there and flash a bit of tit and pussy
at them. You gotta get them to slide money through the slot. Tell them
whatever they want to hear and do whatever they want you to do but
get as much money through the slot as you can. They gotta keep
putting coins in to keep the screen down so keep them interested as
long as you can. And the rooms behind here are for private shows. You
gotta get them to want to see you put on a private show for them. Tell
them $30 and get it off them before you take them into the room. But
the $30 only gives them 5 minutes and no sex. If they want to fuck you
it's another $50. There's condoms and stuff in the rooms but whatever
they want the main thing is to get them off as quick as you can and
get your arse back out there. Do you understand ?"
" Yes I understand." I said with more than a hint of sarcasm. I wanted to
add " I know you think I'm just a whore and a slut but I'm not stupid."
But I didn't.
One of the screens slid down and he smacked me on the arse and said.
" Go do your stuff."
Most of the men on the other side of the window were either really old
or really young. This was the lowest and cheapest way for a bloke to get
off or for a woman to make money. Even the Strippers downstairs
and the street whores looked down their noses at the women that
worked the booths. That's what Jan, the other woman working the
booths told me. She was quite an attractive woman, slim and pretty. I
could only guess why she lowered herself to do this.
Jan obviously hated every minute of it but I was enjoying myself. Most
of them just wanted me to rub my cunt on the glass for them. Some
of them jerked off while I did. Others just pretended to lick my cunt
or the trail of juice I left on the glass.
Some of them would pay $5 others $10 but no more than ten. A few
guys wanted me to bend over and spread my cheeks so they could see
my arsehole. I would have liked it if there were a few more men who
wanted me to do that.
Not many were interested in a private show. I did a few. But they were
just young guys who jerked off watching me finger myself. They all
came very quickly.
I'd had a few couples pay to watch me through the glass. It was their
idea of being naughty. But none of them stayed for long. It was all too
sleazy for couples I think.
I don't know how long I'd been there but I was really enjoying myself.
Even as the old Lynne I was a bit of an exhibitionist, as the woman I was
now I loved showing myself off. Rubbing my wet cunt on the glass with
horny men on the other side watching me just made me wetter. I'd
nearly cum rubbing myself on the glass a couple of times.
One of the screens slid down and I moved over and danced around in
front of the window for a few seconds and then bent down and put my
face near the glass.
" Hi honey. Slip $10 through the little slot and I'll take my panties off
and rub my big wet cunt on the glass for you."
" How are you Lynne ?" The voice sent a cold shiver down my spine. I
knew the voice. I just couldn't put a face to it. I squinted trying to see
who it was in the dark behind the glass.
" Does your husband know you're doing this?"
The voice was so familiar. But I just couldn't put a name to it.
" Who are you ?" I said nervously.
" It doesn't matter does it Lynne ? My money's as good as anybody else's
isn't it. Now rub your cunt on the glass for me Lynne."
I saw a $10 bill poking through the slot. I moved away from the window
and called out to Jan. She dragged herself over to the window and took
the $10 and slid her panties down and started rubbing herself against
the glass, staring off into space as she did.
" Who is it ?" I kept asking myself. The voice was so familiar. Was it
a neighbour or someone I had worked with or a relative ? It was
definitely some one I knew very well. For a moment I thought it might
have been my brother in law but it couldn't be. I was still trying to
think, trying to put a name to the voice when the door behind me
burst open and the man with the tattoos stormed in and grabbed me
by the arm and started yelling and swearing at me. Who ever it was in
the booth had complained about me and the man with the tattoos was
furious.
" Please you're hurting me." I said as he threw me up against the wall.
" I'll fucking hurt you in a minute bitch ! Now get your slut arse over
there and give the bloke what he paid for."
" OK Ok I will..." I cried out as he grabbed my hair and bashed my head
up against the wall.
" I don't want to hear any more complaints about you. Do you
understand slut ?"
" Yes I understand You won't get any more complaints...."
He pushed me up against the wall one more time before letting me go.
My heart was racing and beads of perspiration had appeared on my
forehead. I had a vision of the man with the tattoos pulling out a
flick knife and holding it against my throat. I had to remember where I
was and what sort of people I was mixing with and what they were
capable of.
I took a few deep breaths and tried to calm myself down. Then I heard
the screen slide down and I saw the silhouette of the man in the booth
behind the glass. Slowly I walked over to the window, still trying to figure
out who it was.
" I've always wondered what your cunt looks like underneath those
short skirts you wear Lynne."
I should have known who it was. I should have been able to put a face to
the voice it was so familiar, but when I closed my eyes and listened to his
voice no face appeared in my mind, I don't know why but I just couldn't
put a name to the voice.
" I didn't think I'd have to complain to your pimp to get you to do what
you're paid to do Lynne." He said as he poked a $10 bill through the
little slot. " Now show me that nice big cunt of yours Lynne."
I took the $10 off him and put it in my money tin on the floor. Maybe
it was someone from the mall where I shopped. The News Agent or the
Butcher. I'd seen the way some of those men had looked at me in the
past. It could have been, but I really didn't know, I was only guessing and
it didn't really matter now anyway.
I felt his eyes on me as I slid the Leopard Skin panties off and moved
closer to the window.
" I always knew you'd have big cunt lips Lynne. I could see the outline of
them in those tight jeans you wear sometimes. But I didn't know you
shaved your cunt. I really like your big cunt Lynne, I knew I would. I
just never expected it would only take $10 to see it. You could have
shown me your cunt years ago if I knew that. I've usually got $10 on
me."
The way he was talking to me and the familiar sound of his voice had
the effect on me that I was afraid it would. It made me wet. I could feel
my lips and clit swelling as I pushed myself against the glass.
" Look at that big clit of yours. I knew you'd have a big clit Lynne and
I've waited a long time to see it."
I started sliding my cunt over the glass, smearing it with my juices.
" Now turn around and bend over and show me that pretty pink arse
hole of yours Lynne."
I moaned softly when I heard him say it and again as I bent over and
pulled the cheeks of my arse apart.
" I bet you like it up the arse don't you Lynne ?"
" Yes. I love it up the arse." I said to myself with my eyes closed enjoying
the humiliation and the mystery of what was happening.
" Now turn around and rub that big wet cunt of yours on the glass again
so I can pretend to lick it."
My legs were shaking as I pushed myself hard up against the glass again.
I tried not to enjoy it. I tried with every ounce of will I had not to let it
happen the way I knew it would. But my body won the battle with my
mind.
But I didn't care anymore. I had been holding in the sounds I so badly
needed to make as I felt my cunt sliding over the cold glass. I started
moaning loudly and Jan wandered over to see if I was alright.
When she saw the look on my face and realised what it meant her
face was filled with the same look of disgust and contempt that so
many people had looked at me with lately. Jan backed away from me as
if I was diseased, as if she could catch whatever it was that was wrong
with me. All the time I was pushing myself harder against the glass. He
was still talking to me but I couldn't hear everything he said.
" Oh God No ! " I panted softly a few times as I felt it about to happen.
Then the voice said. " Is that your cunt juice all over the glass Lynne ? "
And that's when I came. Jan watched me as my body bucked and my
head thrashed from side to side as I moaned in ecstasy. Seeing the
disgusted look on Jan's face just made me cum harder.
It took me a while to catch my breath after my orgasm was complete,
and I bent down to have another look in the booth at the man I knew
but didn't recognise. He was gone.
Jan never spoke to me again after that. She went off to do a private
show for an ugly couple and I never saw her again. Lexy turned up a
few minutes later and before I knew it we were back on the streets of
The Cross. The fresh night air helped clear my head.
I don't know how long I'd been in the booth or how much money I'd
made for Lexy but she seemed happy enough with the rolls of notes
she put into her bag.
For the rest of the night Lexy used me to settle debts, earn some
favours and make a few quick dollars. It was an experience beyond
anything I could have imagined.
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