LYNNE: CHAPTER 31. THE CONTEST PART 4.
The Mistress had introduced me to the pleasure of pain. She'd given me a taste
of what real pain and real pleasure is and I wanted more. Why didn't my husband
do that for me ?
I lay there thinking for a long time; there was so much to think about. Every
thought made my cunt even wetter. I loved this world of theirs. I had to be a
part of it. I had to win this contest.
" Get up you dirty slut." I'd been so lost in my thoughts I hadn't heard Kelly
come into the room, or notice her standing in front of my cage. I looked up at
her. She was naked except for the thick leather Chastity belt that was still
locked tightly around her body. She spat her words out when she spoke. She had
the look of a woman filled with anger and frustration. Her desperation was
written all over her face. I wondered how long the Mistress would torment her
for. How long would it be before the Mistress would let Kelly have the orgasm
she so obviously and desperately needed.
Kelly took me to one of the bathrooms. I saw myself in the mirror before I slid
into the hot foamy water of the bath. I had the look of a woman who had been
flogged, but the marks on my body were beginning to fade already. The Mistress
had whipped me so viciously, but hadn't damaged me at all.
I bathed and prepared myself as she had told me to. A touch of make-up and the
same body jewellery I'd worn to be whipped in. I wondered whether the Mistress
was going to whip me again. My cunt responded to the thought. I was already wet
again when Monica came into the room to collect me.
Monica opened the door to a room lit with dozens of scented candles. There were
mirrors on the walls and ceiling, and a mural on the marble floor of naked women
entwined in passionate embraces; the expressions on their faces were the
expressions of women enjoying the ultimate pleasure.
A large black massage table was in the middle of the room and Monica led Kristy
and I over to it and had us get down on our hands and knees on opposite sides of
the table. I could see Kristy's naked body in the mirrors as I'm sure she could
see mine. I didn't want her to catch me admiring her in that way; but I found it
hard not to look at her.
The door opened and Zaheer's Asian woman walked in wearing a bright red Kimono.
The Mistress walked in behind her wearing a black Kimono. The Asian woman
removed her gown, and layed it over my back; she was naked underneath it. Then
she slowly undid the cord on the Mistress's Kimono and gently slid it off her
body, and layed it over my back too. Just seeing the Mistress naked gave me
physical pleasure. I could feel a throbbing sensation between my legs as my lips
and clitoris swelled. My nipples were quickly erect and my anus throbbed in
rhythm with the other sexual parts of me.
I hadn't seen the Mistress naked very often, but each time I did it affected my
body and mind in the same way. Hers was a body to worship, and I longed for the
chance to worship her; to be with her. But just having the chance to see her
naked felt like an honour.
The Mistress used Kristy as a step up onto the massage table, and then I felt
the weight of the Asian woman as she put her foot on my back and used me as a
step up onto the table.
I watched in the Mirrors as the Asian woman rubbed oil on her body and then on
the Mistress's back as she lay on the table. I was so wet, so incredibly aroused
as I watched the Asian woman slide up and down over the Mistress's body. My cunt
was literally dripping when the Mistress turned over and the Asian woman
massaged her breasts with hers. There was a small puddle on the floor below my
crotch from the nectar that was seeping out of me.
Watching the Asian woman pleasuring the Mistress in that way is the most erotic
act I've ever seen. I never touched myself or stimulated myself in any way; but
I came when the Mistress came with the Asian woman's tongue deep inside her. It
was not an intense orgasm that exploded inside me; it was different to any
orgasm I've ever had. It's hard to describe, but it was like my whole body
climaxed; the pleasure was not centred and focused between my legs; it was like
a ripple of pleasure consumed every part of my mind and my body.
I was in what I can only describe as a euphoric trance after that. The next
thing I remember is kneeling at the Mistress's feet on the floor in the Sitting
room. Seeing the Mistress like that had sent me into that intoxicated haze; and
it took seeing her again to bring me back to reality. Kristy was on her knees
next to me; we were both still naked.
" You have three more opportunities to show me which of you can generate the
most income for me; to show me which of you is the better whore. Each is worth a
point in the contest that will decide which of you becomes my slave." The
Mistress's voice was soft and sensuous. I love the sound of her voice.
Kelly took me to a bedroom where I dressed into the clothes left out for me:
Red bra and panties, blue denim jeans, a tight low cut red top and thick high
heeled red shoes. I was given a credit card and a taxi card. I was to buy
suitable clothes for the next three nights and return with the receipts. Any
attempt to gain an advantage by milking money in some way from the credit or
taxi cards would result in me regretting my dishonesty for a very long time.
The first night we would be escorts in the most exclusive and expensive brothel
in Sydney. The second night we would be prostitutes in the cheapest and
sleaziest brothel in Sydney. The third night we would be street whores. We were
to work from 6pm till 6 am each of the three nights.
I had to buy whatever clothes I wanted for each of the three nights. I could
spend no more than $1000 for the outfit for the first night. $100 for the second
night; and $50 for the third night. I caught a Taxi into the City and did my
shopping.
There were five other women in the room where the Escorts watched T.V. while we
waited for the clients; they were called clients, not customers. The other girls
were all young, attractive and dressed and decorated expensively. There was a
mixture of races: White, Asian, an Islander looking girl and a Hispanic girl,
perhaps Philippino.
I'd chosen a tight back-less floor length red evening gown with a plunging "V"
neckline; and splits up the side to my thighs. My tits are my best asset and
this dress certainly showed them off nicely. The dress hugged my body in all the
right places, but I still looked quite......elegant. I didn't look like a whore.
Red high heeled shoes, a touch of make-up, sheer red stockings and some
glittering earrings. I looked quite classy really. I'd never spent $500 on a
dress before; and although I think I looked good, and I loved the feel of the
expensive material; I'd be more comfortable in what I'd bought to wear as a
street whore.
I hate to admit it but Kristy looked really hot. She had a tight short black
dress on, heaps of make-up and the bitch had had her hair done; she had a blonde
tint put in it and frizzed. The bitch really did look great, and she knew it.
She looked me up and down and smiled at me smugly.
The Madam was a middle aged but still quite attractive woman with an air of
sophistication about her. She was immaculately dressed, and spoke in a deep
refined voice. She came into the room where the Escorts were watching the movie
" Something About Mary " on FOX.
" Girls." Was all she said and they all stood up and got in a line. The clients
usually went to the bar first for a complimentary drink, and then when they were
ready, were taken into one of the plushly furnished lounges. We had to go in
one at a time, introduce ourselves, perhaps chat for a moment and move on to
allow the client to meet the next girl.
" Hi I'm Lynne. How are you tonight ?" I said leaning over slightly to give him
a good view of my cleavage.
" Good thanks." He didn't want to chat, he wasn't interested, it was very
obvious. We all had our turns introducing ourselves and the Madam came out into
the TV room. Kristy. The gentleman would like to see you." Kristy shot me a
conceited little smirk and went off to entertain her client.
Most of the clients were middle aged men, well dressed, with wedding rings on.
They paid $150 for half an hour and $250 for an hour. The hour session came with
a complimentary spa if the client wanted one. The split was 60/40 the girls way.
If Kristy's client had her for an hour she'd get $150.
I sat there worrying about how hot Kristy looked and how much her first client
was going to spend on her. " What if he tipped the little Bitch? He looked like
he gad money." I thought to myself as I watched the clock on the VCR hoping he'd
only paid to have Kristy for half an hour. But I never got to find out. A client
chose me after we'd all introduced ourselves and I held his hand as we walked up
stairs.
The room was expensively furnished with an ensuit, spa, piped mood music, dimmed
lighting and a large Four Poster Bed with candles burning on the tables on
either side.
My client was mid 30s and quite good looking, like most of my clients were.
When we got to the room he stood behind me and kissed my neck and gently nibbled
on my ears as he slowly undid the zipper on my dress. It was like we were making
love, not just fucking. The only time I felt like a whore and not a lover was
when I had to interrupt what was happening naturally to put a condom on him.
He was a good lover, gentle affectionate and passionate. I came when he came
inside me with me on top. And we lay on the bed cuddling and talking like lovers
afterwards.
It was the same with most of my clients that night. We drank Champaign while we
took spa baths together, we made love in all sorts of positions, some of the men
even went down on me.
A couple in there mid 30s were in one of the lounge rooms at one stage. The
Madam explained that they were after a girl for the Lady. The husband would just
watch. They charged an extra fee they called a "Voyeur" fee; which was $100,
split 50/50.
I went out to introduce myself. " Hi I'm Lynne. How are you tonight ?"
" Good thanks Lynne, how are you ?" The man said, the woman never said anything.
She was quite attractive, a bit over weight and very nervous. I wondered whose
idea this was. When I saw the way she was looking at my cleavage, I guessed it
was her idea; or if it wasn't she certainly didn't seem to mind.
We chatted for a moment, the woman never said a thing and I moved on to let the
next girl introduce herself. Kristy was upstairs with a client, there were only
four of us available at that time. The Madam came into the TV room.
" Lynne, they would like to see you."
I think she picked me because I was older than the other three. They were all 20
or 21. I don't think the woman wanted her husband comparing her to a 21 year
old.
Their names were Roger and Libby. She was an attractive woman with long blonde
hair and an infectious smile. But she was a large woman; she could look really
good if she lost 15 or 20 pounds.
Roger sat on a chair in the shadows in a corner of the room. Libby was still
very nervous. I got her to unzip me and help me take my dress off; she seemed to
enjoy doing that. Then I got her to unhook my bra and I turned around and took
it off slowly for her. " Would you like to have a spa Libby?" I asked softly,
smiling at her.
" Um....Yes....That sounds nice....." She stuttered.
" Ok, well you get undressed and I'll run the spa for us. There's a robe you can
put on if you like." I knew she was self conscious of her weight. So she
undressed on her own in the ensuit and came out wearing the fluffy white robe.
I moved close to her; still wearing my stockings, shoes and panties; and slowly
undid the cord on the robe and let it fall open. Libby's tits were bigger than
mine and sagged, I moved closer so our tits were touching as I gently slid the
robe off her shoulders.
I helped her into the foaming scented bath; she immersed herself in the hot
water and bubbles. I handed her two glasses of champagne and then kicked off my
shoes and put one foot up on the bath and rolled my stocking down. She gulped
on her champagne as she watched me. Then I did the same with the other leg,
slowly, sensuously rolling the sheer red stocking down my leg.
" How's the water?" I asked smiling as I slid my panties off just a few feet in
front of her face.
" Um....Good....Nice..." She said nervously, staring at my shaved pussy. I
stepped into the bath with Libby, she held up her hand to help me. I wrapped my
fingers around hers and smiled.
I sat behind her and got her to lean back and rest her head on my chest; her
body was between my legs. I massaged her shoulders as we talked about the
weather and drank the champagne.
Libby started to relax a bit so I reached around and massaged her tits. Her
nipples were very hard. " Do you get many women customers?" She asked nervously.
" At least half." I lied. " Lots of women like to try it; it's fun, it's a lot
of fun.
Most of them come back." Libby laughed quietly. We got out together and I dried
her off with a fluffy white towel, and then asked if she'd help me dry myself
off. " I don't want to do anything, I just want you to....." Libby didn't finish
what she was trying to say, she was too embarrassed. But I understood anyway.
" Why don't you lie on the bed and I'll give you a massage after I dry myself
off." She lied on the bed and watched me running the towel over my body. I dried
myself between the legs about five times, she seemed to like that. Her husband
hadn't said anything the whole time; he just sat in the shadows watching his
fantasy come true: His wife with another woman.
Libby lied on her stomach and I straddled her and massaged her shoulders and
back as I gently rubbed my pussy on her arse. She had a very different
expression on face when I rolled her over and straddled her again. Our pussy's
were almost touching.
Libby's face was flushed and she licked her lips nervously a few times as I
massaged her tits. She moaned softly when I lent forward and sucked on her
nipples. I kissed her a few times, just soft kisses and worked my way down her
neck and breasts; I sucked on her nipples again and then worked my way down over
her stomach. She was starting to squirm on the bed and her breathing was getting
louder. She ran her fingers through my hair as I kissed and licked the inside of
her thighs. She moaned loudly when I kissed her wet pussy lips.
" Oh God." She whispered as my tongue touched her clit. I looked up at her, she
was incredibly aroused now. Her face was red and she was panting loudly but it
was the look in her eyes that made my pussy wet.
I was kneeling between her legs on the bed and I reached down and played with
myself, making sure she could see what I was doing. Then I stabbed her clit with
my tongue and she cried out and grabbed me by the hair again.
I stuck my tongue up inside her and her back arched and she cried out. Then I
slowed it down and gently licked her lips and all over her pussy. I lightly
licked the tip of her clit and she let out a long low grunting noise.
I kept her simmering for a while, sticking my tongue up inside her and stabbing
her clit with my tongue; and then slowing it down and just licking her gently.
She was moaning loudly now, thrashing around on the bed.
" Do what you did before." she panted.
" What's that Libby? What do you want me to do?" I was ready to cum when she
did.
" Stick your tongue inside me..." She moaned. "Stick your tongue in me......"
I teased her for a moment, licking the outside of her lips, showing her my
tongue as she looked down at me. " Oh God....Oh God...." She chanted.
Then I stuck my tongue up inside her. Libby groaned loudly and screamed out that
she was cumming. Her body bucked and she thrashed around on the bed chanting "
Oh God." as she came with my tongue inside her.
I wanted to cum with her but she was moving around too much. I needed both hands
to hold onto her so I could keep my tongue inside her. She kept grunting and
moaning and panting as she kept cumming. She grabbed my hair again trying to
push my tongue further up inside her.
Suddenly she let out a long loud whimpering sound and her body slumped; she was
still, and quiet; except for her panting as she tried to get her breath back.
" Oh my God." She said, almost giggling as she said it. "That was incredible"
She wasn't embarrassed or nervous any more. I crawled up and lay on the bed
beside her. She had a beautiful smile on her face.
" That was incredible" She said again, looking into my eyes. We snuggled up to
each other for a moment, Libby was soaking up the warm afterglow.
" Listen Libby." I whispered. " I didn't cum yet. Do you mind if I do ?"
" No." She answered quickly. " I don't mind at all."
We were lying side by side, our heads on the same pillow, looking into each others
eyes. I reached down and rubbed my clit. Moaning softly as I did. Then I felt
Libby's hand on my stomach, moving slowly down towards my pussy.
" Do you want to help me cum Libby ?" I panted.
" Yes," She had a passionate glint in her eyes. I gently wrapped my arms around
her neck and waited for the touch of her hand.
" That's it." I groaned softly. " On my clit. Rub my clit."
Her fingers hadn't found my clit yet but her fumbling hands felt so good.
" Up a little bit Libby." I panted. " Yes, that's it, that's it right on my
clit."
Once she found my clit it didn't take her long to make me cum.
" Faster Libby, faster....." My body was humping against her hand; her fingers
were right on my clit now, rubbing me hard. " That's it Libby. That's it....."
Our eyes met, she kissed me gently on the lips and my orgasm erupted inside me.
I grunted loudly, buried my face in her neck and humped myself against her hand
as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through me and over me. She kept rubbing
me even after my orgasm had finished and I was nestled up against her enjoying
the smell of her perfume. " Thank you I whispered." And I kissed her gently on
the lips.
Another client I had a real good time with was a man in his early 30s:
" Hi I'm Lynne. How are you tonight ?"
" Lynne ?" He looked at me funny. He knew me but I couldn't place him until he
told me who he was. His name was Bruce, we'd gone to the same high school. He'd
even rung me up to ask me out once when I was 16. I'd said no.
Bruce wasn't interested in seeing any of the other girls. But he was very
interested in spending an hour with me.
He sat on the bed and watched me undress, telling me to slow down a few times.
He'd waited a long time for this. But he didn't treat me like a whore. We had a
spa together and talked about the old days at school. He wanted to know why I
didn't go out with him that time: " I had a crush on someone else at the time."
I answered honestly. He wanted to know how I got into working as an Escort.
" I love it and the money's great." He seemed to like my answer. I ran my hands
over his body and gently stroked his cock while we sat in the bath talking. We
dried each other off and lied on the bed and talked some more. Then the 'Mood
Music' being piped into the room stopped and a little bell tinkled, then 'Mood
Music' was playing again.
" What does that mean Lynne ?" Bruce asked.
" It means we've been talking too much. We've only got five minutes left." "
That's Okay." Bruce said casually. " I've enjoyed seeing you....." He smiled
when he said it. Not all men treat whores like whores.
" Five minutes is enough." I said in a sultry voice.
I quickly slid down the bed and sucked his cock into my mouth; he was soft; but
not for long. I reached over and grabbed a condom off the table beside the bed;
I looked at it and then threw it back on the table. Bruce moaned loudly when he
knew I was going to suck him off without a condom. He moaned even louder when
he came in my mouth and I swallowed it.
He gave me his number and said to give him a call outside of working hours if I
wanted to. I thanked him and said I probably would. He was a lovely man. The
sort of man who could make most women happy; excluding the bitch he'd recently
divorced. I'm sure he could have made me happy in another time. I threw his
number in the bin after he'd gone.
The other client that stands out in my memory of that night does so for a very
different reason. He was young, early 20s; he had a bit of that spoilt brat
rich-kid look about him.
It was the first thing I noticed when I went out to introduce myself:
" Hi I'm Lynne. How are you tonight ?" He checked me out and told me to sit down
on the couch with him. He was friendly enough, but he was arrogant and really up
himself; but he was a very attractive man. I rested my hand on his leg as we
talked.
" I fucked you a few weeks ago." He said suddenly. I wasn't sure what he was
talking about or where he was going with this.
" That was here right ?" I assumed he'd mistaken me for one of the other girls.
I knew he was a regular here. One of the girls had said: " It's Mick." After
she'd been out to introduce herself. The other girls all sighed. It seemed Mick
wasn't popular with the girls.
" It wasn't here." He said in a sneering voice. " It was in some dump up at the
Cross. I paid $50 to fuck you. You're a street whore. They don't use street
whores here. Maybe I should tell them you're just a street whore......"
" No." I said quickly. There was no point trying to argue with him. And I
couldn't take the risk of being thrown out now. I needed the point in the
contest.
" There must be something I can do for you Mick." I gave him my 'Fuck Me' eyes
look as I rubbed his leg, moving closer to his crotch.
" Is everything alright Mick?" The Madam asked in her distinguished voice.
" Yes Margaret, everything's fine. I'll have half an hour with her."
" Certainly Mick. I'll put it on your account. Take her upstairs whenever you're
ready. Can she get you another drink perhaps ?"
" I'm ready now." He put his glass on the coffee table and headed for the
stairs. I quickly followed behind him. The Madam took my arm as I passed her:
" Mick is a regular of ours Lynne. Make sure you look after him." I draped
myself over him as soon as we got into the room and started kissing his neck and
nibbling on his ear. He pushed me away.
" Would you like me to get undressed for you Mick ?" I asked as I ran my hands
over my body.
" No. I've seen everything you've got before. And I didn't like it the first
time."
" I know, I look better with the lights dimmed more." I said smiling at him."But
there must be something I can I do for you Mick ?" I pouted.
" Get up on the bed on your hands and knees, lift up your dress, pull your
panties down and pucker up. I'm going to fuck you up the arse."
This establishment did not include anal sex in it's services. But I'd give Mick
whatever he wanted. " Oohh, I like the sound of that. Don't hurt me with that
big cock of yours though Mick."
" Shut up and get on the fucking bed whore."
" Mmmm. My pleasure Mick." I purred. I didn't worry about grabbing a condom, I
knew he didn't want to use a one.
I kneeled on the bed with my dress pulled up over my back and my panties hanging
off one ankle waiting for a stranger to fuck me up the arse. He left me like
that for a while; just enjoying the view.
When he finally started undoing his jeans it occurred to me that I'd fucked this
man a few weeks ago but had no idea who he was and could remember nothing about
fucking him. I'm such a dirty little whore. Thinking about it made me wet.
I didn't need to get Mick hard, and he didn't take his time with me or worry
about being gentle with me. When he was ready he just positioned himself on the
bed behind me, pushed his cock against the outside of my arse hole, and shoved
it inside me. It hurt at first, but it hurt good. My body soon adjusted to
accommodate his size. But he did have a big cock and it stretched my arse hole
and made me grunt each time he shoved it in and out of me.
He fucked me the way men fuck whore's: hard, fast and with no interest in
whether I was enjoying it or not. I loved it. I reached between my legs and
rubbed my clit. My orgasm was swelling inside me; I wanted to cum with him; when
his big cock was pumping his cum up my arse. I rubbed my clit slower and enjoyed
the feel of his big cock thrusting in and out of me. When I knew he was close I
rubbed myself faster, timing my orgasm with his.
He pulled his cock out of me just before he came. " Stick it back inside me." I
panted desperately but he squirted his cum all over my arse, and pushed me down
onto the bed when he was finished.
" Just like in a porno movie." He said. Admiring his sticky cum running all over
my arse as he pulled his pants up. He didn't look back at me as he walked out of
the room leaving the door open behind him.
I was so close to cumming when he pulled out of me; I didn't know whether I
would get the chance to get off with my next client; and I couldn't wait anyway;
I just can't cum enough to satisfy myself anymore.
I thought about leaving the door open and getting myself off like that on the
bed. I'd love people walking down the hall to see me; but I couldn't let anyone
see me like that; we were suppose to use condoms.
I didn't want his cum dripping all over the expensive carpet or getting on my
$500 dress, so I slid off the bed and walked over to shut the door bent over and
holding my dress up; my panties were still around my ankle. I pushed the lock on
the door then stood back looking at myself in a full length mirror on the back
of the door.
I was dressed like a high class Escort, but I looked like a whore now. I scooped
all his cum off my arse and rubbed it all over my face. Then I let my expensive
red dress fall down to it's full length and pulled my panties up. I grabbed one
of the vibrators out of the draws beside the bed, slid it down the front of my
panties and turned it on.
Then I just stood there and looked at myself in the mirror. The whore in the
$500 dress with a customers cum smeared all over her face. I was so close when
he pulled out of me I knew it wouldn't take long.
As the vibrator purred away in my panties I watched myself lick his cum off my
fingers and rub it into the skin on my face. I didn't touch myself, I didn't
need to. The vibrator was pressing against my clit.
" I'm such a whore." I panted as I watched myself in the mirror. " I'm such a
dirty whore........" I watched myself cum; saw the expressions on my face; saw
the look in my eyes; and heard the noises I made. It was a strange sort of
orgasm; but I'd become a very strange woman.
It took me a while to clean myself up and touch up my make-up after that. And
the orgasm I'd given myself was nice, but it wasn't particularly satisfying. I
was still horny when I got back down to the TV room.
I only serviced 13 clients in the 12 hours I was there: 9 spent an hour with
me:
4 a half an hour. I generated $2,950.00 in fees; Of which $1,760 was mine. I
only found out through the course of the night that tips were not permitted.
One of my clients, an older gentleman had really enjoyed himself with me. I
spent a long time licking his balls and cock before I put the condom on him
which I could tell he really enjoyed. He came fucking me doggy style. I didn't
cum, but I did a great job faking it. He gave me a $50 note before I kissed him
goodbye on the cheek at the door.
I walked into the TV room, and the Madam came in right behind me.
" We don't take tips here Lynne." She said rather snobbishly. " Go out there at
once and return the gentleman's money. He paid more than enough for your
services already." She wasn't pleased with me.
" Sorry....I didn't know....."
" You know now."
I hurried out to the bar where he was drinking a Scotch on the rocks while he
waited for a taxi. There were a few other men sitting at the bar drinking. The
woman behind the bar was the most attractive woman working in the place that
night. Too attractive to have to earn her money on her back like the rest of us.
" I'm really sorry." I said nervously. " But we don't take tips. This is my
first night, I didn't know."
" Well you should be allowed to take tips." He said smiling. " You're worth it."
I think I actually blushed; it was so silly of me I know; but he was such a nice
man. He made me feel good about myself.
And that was my night as a High Class Escort: I'd hardly seen Kristy all night.
We were both kept pretty busy; we both spent a lot of the night on our backs.I
found out later that some guy had hired her for 3 hours and took her home with
him. I wondered how much she got for that. But I'd made close to $1800 in the 12
hours. I couldn't see how she could have made more.
I didn't see Kristy again until we were back in our cages at the Mistress's
house. We didn't speak, just exchanged a few bitter glares; but I knew we were
both wondering how much the other had earned as Escorts in the High Class
Brothel.
We lied on our bunks in our little white Slave Girl outfits with our backs to
each other. We drifted off to sleep while 'normal' people were just waking up.
The next night we were prostitutes in a really sleazy dump in Cabramatta. It
was, of course, run by a creepy little Vietnamese guy who made all the girls
call him: "Boss." He had greasy unkempt black hair, and looked more like a
street punk than the owner of a profitable brothel.
There were two other girls working that night; they were both Asian. Tiny little
things, with tiny waists and the cutest little arses. But they were whores, and
they looked like whores and dressed like whores. Which was how I'd decided to
dress to work here.
With my $100 allowance for my night here I'd bought a really sexy Night-gown.
It was white, the hem almost touched the floor, but there were splits up either
side that ran all the way above my waist; and the top was see-through lace. My
big tits and nipples were on show for the customers; and it worked out well
because all the customers were Asian men who loved my big tits.
The Night-gown had cost me $80 at "BodyFashions." So I bought a pair of old
white high-heeled shoes and a white hand bag from an opp-shop for $10. The shoes
were a size too small and the handbag had a funny smell; but they would do. And
the white G-String panties cost me $6.99 at Woolworths. Kristy had had the same
idea. She wore a skimpy little black negligee thing that left very little to the
imagination. The Asian men loved her too. We were both kept very busy for most
of the night.
There were three rooms we used to take the customers to. They were all the same;
small and empty except for an old mattress on the floor against a wall. A single
bare Red light bulb hung down in the middle of the room.
We waited for the customers in a smelly little loungeroom with four worn and
grotty couches in a square around a big coffee table covered with porno
magazines and half full ashtrays. There was no TV to watch, no music to listen
to. We just had to sit there and wait for the customers.
'The Boss' sat behind what was suppose to be a reception desk near the entry and
spent all night talking on the phone in Vietnamese.
The customers paid $50 for half an hour or $100 for an hour; and The Boss
supplied the condoms. Every customer I had only wanted the half hour; and very
few of them lasted anywhere near that long.
The money was split 70/30 The Boss's way, which meant I got $15 for every guy I
fucked that night. The customers paid The Boss. I never saw my money till the
end of my shift. I didn't trust The Boss after meeting him. I didn't have a pen
or paper and I didn't trust myself to keep count so I asked The Boss for a pen.
" What you want pen for ?" He yelled at me, his creepy brown eyes looking at me
suspiciously. Then he started jabbering away in Vietnamese so I gave up.
" Sorry Boss. Don't worry about it." I said as I walked over to the lounges and
sat opposite Kristy. He was still babbling on at me in Vietnamese. I wanted to
keep a check on my count somehow: so I kept the empty foil condom wrappers. I
put them in my hand-bag after I'd fucked each customer. "I should keep the used
condoms." I said to myself, only half joking.
The first customer was indistinguishable from the last, or any in between. He
came in sat down and looked at us. The Asian women were all over him straight
away; but I just sat back looking at him, crossing and uncrossing my legs; and
running my hand over my tits. It was pointless trying to speak to him anyway, he
didn't speak English.
He picked me, paid The Boss and we went into one of the rooms. I got undressed,
layed on the mattress and he layed on top of me. They were all the same. A bit
of head and then put the condom on them; and then they'd lie on top of me and
play with my big tits while they fucked me.
I didn't cum with any of them. They all had small dicks and came too quickly. It
was a really sleazy environment and I liked it. And liked the way the Asian men
used me. They never spoke to me, never really even looked at me. I was just a
pair of big tits and a cunt to them. I enjoy being treated like that, but none
of them lasted any where near long enough to get me even close to cumming. It
was a frustrating night.
The only thing out of the ordinary that happened was once when I came out after
fucking a particularly smelly little Vietnamese man. Kristy took a man into the
room I'd just used as soon as we came out. There was another Asian man sitting
on one of the couches. I sat opposite him and smiled at him. Shit he was ugly.
He wanted to fuck me and him and The Boss got into a loud arm waving
conversation in Vietnamese. I guessed what they were arguing about.
There were no rooms available. He kept looking at his watch, he must have been
in a hurry, I think they all were. After a while The Boss looked over at me and
said: " You fuck him there." He wanted me to fuck him on the couch in the
waiting area.
" Fine by me Boss." I said as I stood up and slipped out of my Night-gown,
stepped out of my panties and lied on the couch. I grabbed a condom off the
coffee table while he was walking over towards me undoing his belt. He stood
beside me and I licked his dick for a while till he was hard and then put the
condom on him and he climbed on top of me and fucked me. It was the closest I
got to cumming all night. The Boss watched us and I kept hoping some more
customers would walk in. But they didn't. He shot his load into the condom and
slid off me.
And that's really all that happened in the 12 hours I spent there. I 'd counted
28 customers, but when I went into the bathroom I had 29 condoms in my handbag.
At $50 a go, my cut was 30% which gave me $435 for the night; and The Boss
$1015. Tips never entered my mind. Men like these don't tip whores.
When The Boss gave me my envelope there was only $305 in it. The bastard
had skimmed another 30% off my share for himself. I tried arguing with him
but he suddenly didn't understand English at all. When I saw the look on
Kristy's face after she'd counted her money I knew he'd skimmed her earnings
too. I guessed he took the same 30%. So it wouldn't really matter as far as our
contest went; as long as he did skim the same percentage off Kristy. But there
was nothing I could do about it anyway.
Again we spent the day sleeping in our cages resting up for our night on the
street. I was so horny though; I hadn't got off all night. I comforted myself
with the thought that things would be better on the streets the next night. I
liked it on the streets.
Fifty Dollars isn't much to buy an outfit with, even if it's only to wear as a
street whore. I'd browsed through a few opp-shops and the Salvo's. I found a
pair of knee high white lace up boots with high heels. I know guys like women in
boots; they were old and pretty much worn out, but they fitted and were only $20
so I bought them. A really really short white skirt was ideal and it was the
right size, but it was $25. The old guy in the shop wouldn't drop the price, I
thought about offering him a head job for it, but thought better of it. The
Mistress seemed to have people watching me everywhere I went. So I paid the old
bastard the $25. The skirt was so short, it was worth it. But that only left me
with $5.
Woolworth's had white long sleeved mens business shirts on special for $4.99. I
bought one, ripped the sleeves off at the shoulder, and pulled all the buttons
off. It ended up looking pretty good. I just tied it in a knot under my tits. If
I bent over my tits fell out, but that would come in handy. I didn't want a bra
and didn't have any money left to buy panties. That was probably a good thing
too. It would save time.
When the Mistress had told me we were going to work the third night as street
whores I thought she meant in the Cross. But Trevor drove us out to the Western
suburbs. We had to pick up our customers on Parramatta Road. I hadn't done that
before.
Trevor dropped Kristy off in one spot and me another few kilometres up the road.
I knew this stretch was known for it's " Highway Whore's." There was something
on one of the current affairs shows a while back about a woman known as "Head
Job Helen" who worked this stretch of road.
It was just on 6.00 and dark when Trevor dropped me off under a Macdonald's
sign. He'd pick me up again in the morning under the sign at 6,00am. The rest
was up to me. I could charge whatever I wanted and do whatever I wanted; but I
had to stay working Parramatta Road. There was a clearing up the end of an old
road where I could take customers and fuck them in the back seats of their cars.
The clearing was big enough for trucks which I thought might be important.
There were plenty of cars pull over, but most just wanted a look at the whore
selling herself on the side of the road. I kept looking towards the stream of
headlights coming towards me and then speeding past me at 100 k.p.h.
It took me a long time to get my first customer. He was a strange looking bloke
with thick glasses and bad breath; but he drove a new Falcon. Plenty of room on
the back seat. I got $40 off him for a head job with no condom. I opened the
door and spat his cum out onto the grass. He didn't like it, but he'd already
paid and I wasn't looking to establish a customer base out here.
It was not a very successful night. I had condoms stuck down my boots, I didn't
have any money left to buy a handbag. But guys would only pay $30 to fuck me
with a condom, and wouldn't fuck me without a condom; or $40 for a head job
without a condom. That seemed to be the going rate on the highway.
One truck driver did pay me $50 to fuck him with a condom, but he was an older
guy and it took him forever to get off.
In all I fucked 2 guys on the backseats of their cars for $30; sucked off 3 guys
without a condom for $40; and the truck driver who paid me $50. Six customers in
12 hours for a grand total of $230. I couldn't believe that I could throw myself
at cars dressed the way I was for 12 hours and only get six takers. I was sure
Kristy would have had a lot more customers and made a lot more money.
Nothing happened that even got me wet let alone got me off. I was as horny as
hell but there was no pleasure or satisfaction for a woman working the highways.
It was too uncomfortable and rushed for a start, and I had no idea who I was
getting in a car or a truck with. I couldn't relax. And I was worried about the
contest, about how poorly I was doing as a "HighwayWhore."
The only excitement all night came with my last customer. He was one of the guys
who paid $40 for me to suck him off without a condom. But he got rough with me.
He looked like one of the safer one's too. I felt quite relaxed with him as we
drove into the clearing behind the MacDonalds sign.
He drove a nice car and wore a business shirt and tie. He wasn't bad looking and
I thought I'd finger myself while I sucked him off. I was quite looking forward
to sucking this guy off. But as soon as we were in the back seat he started
getting rough. Pulling me by the hair, pushing me around trying to rip my top
off me. It was getting really scary until Desmond opened the door and sat beside
the man hurting me. In a way I was surprised to see him appear from nowhere; and
in another way I wasn't. There always seemed to be someone around to protect me
when I needed it.
" Good Evening Sir." Desmond said in that deep voice of his from behind dark
sunglasses. The man never said anything. Desmond is a huge man, dark skinned
with a " Don't Fuck With Me." aura about him. " We seem to have a problem here
Sir." Desmond said smiling.
" No...There's no problem." The man replied nervously.
" Yes. There is a problem." The smile disappeared. " You're damaging the
merchandise. Lynne provides an income stream for the people that own her. Her
ability to generate income diminishes if she's damaged. That upsets the people
who own her. It upsets them very much."
" I wasn't going to......"
" I don't recall telling you you could speak." Desmond interrupted in a low
threatening voice. The man swallowed hard and shut up.
" As I was saying." Desmond continued. " Think of Lynne as a piece of
merchandise. You rent her for an agreed price to perform certain tasks for you.
Now, the merchandise was trying to perform the task for which you hired her and
you decided to try and have a bit of extra fun which you didn't pay for. This is
not acceptable. If you want to hurt her then that's fine; but you pay
accordingly. Are you with me on this Sir ?"
" Yes."
" Good." Desmond smiled again. " Now, what did he pay for Lynne?"
" Um....A head job with no condom."
" Okay. Give the man what he paid for."
The guys cock was soft and shrivelled almost. It took me ages to get him hard
again with Desmond sitting next to him; and even longer to get him off. I had to
resort to playing with myself and pretending to cum to get him to cum. But he
didn't make any noises and he didn't move. I don't think he really had an
orgasm; I think he just ejaculated.
" Show the man that he got what he paid for Lynne." I opened my mouth and showed
the man his cum; he watched nervously as it slid down my throat when I swallowed
it.
The poor guy was still shaking when Desmond and I got out of his car; but he
jumped into the drivers seat with his pants still around his knees and took off.
" Thanks Desmond." He didn't answer me. I still made him sick, but I can
understand why he feels the way he does about me.
I didn't get anymore takers after that. It was early morning the traffic was
light and people just weren't looking for a 'HighwayWhore." Two more guys pulled
over to have a look at me, but that was it.
Trevor picked me up, Kristy was already in the van. She looked exhausted and I
suddenly felt that way too. It had been a long night.
We both fell onto our bunks when we were back in our cages. We'd showered
changed into our Slave Girl clothes and eaten a meal of Rice and Water. Now all
we wanted to do was sleep.I thought about masturbating, I was still as horny as
hell. But I didn't want to do anything wrong now. I'd have to wait. I think we
both fell asleep very quickly.
The Mistress sent Monica down to tell us that the contest was over. She'd advise
us who had won when she was ready. So now I'm sitting here writing in my diary,
Kristy is in the cage beside me writing in hers. Soon we'll know which of us has
won.
Lynne re-read the last line a few times then closed her diary and hugged it
close to her as she lay on the bunk. She looked over at Kristy lying on her
bunk. Neither said anything, neither were game to. Soon the fate of one would
rest in the hands of the other.
The cage room door opened and The Mistress walked in. She wore a short red dress
with a plunging " V " neckline and high heeled red shoes. " How are we my little
sluts ?" She asked sarcastically as the two woman knelt at the doors of their
cages. " The contest is over, do you want to know who won ?"
" Yes please Mistress." Lynne and Kristy said together, their voices shaking.
"You won." She said pointing at Lynne. Her face lit up, Kristy's head slumped.
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