Back to The Brothel

Seems as though it has been ages since I worked at the brothel, and it feels strange to be working in one place after being on-call for a while.

Nothing much has changed, however we do have a new girl called Hanna. She is a cute young blonde that has worked at various brothels in her hometown of Norwich. We hit it off straight away as we both have similar senses of humour.

I do not know what it is like at brothels around the world, but there is no jealousy here. Perhaps because we do not have a number of girls competing for clients. Here, if one guy chooses the other girl, you can be pretty sure that you will soon have a client.

My thigh length boots finally came, but I still chose to wear platform mules with my black lingerie and red fishnets. I wanted to go for a slightly Hispanic Hooker look. Using lots of gel and hair spray, I teased my hair into a tight pony tail...pretty much flat to my head.  I finished of with a dark brown lip liner around a midnight rose lipstick. I am going through so much lipstick in this job. Chanel really need to make a cock resistant lipstick for a new hooker range.

I had had a range of clients yesterday, from a poor guy that just could not get it up to a man who fucked me pretty much straight for 45 mins. Did I cum? Well that is between me, him and the towel ;)

Another shopping trip is in order. We have a lot of people requesting domination, and I think my bossy side will be perfect for this. Unlike most professional dominatrixeseses, (what is bloody the plural for dominatrix lol?), we reward our slaves with sex. Oh I do love taking control during sex. So anyway, I need to get some latex wear. Ehhhm I am getting excited already.

Ciao bambinos

Another Week Another Dollar, (OK Pound)

Before I start, I found this random picture on the internet. It is not me or anyone I know, but it really captures that first meeting between customer and hooker. The woman in the pic is pretty much wearing exactly what I wore last Thursday.

Anyway, back to moi. Yesterday was spent mainly on outcalls. I do like outcalls as the clients tend to be more relaxed in their own homes or hotel rooms. I tend to go for a slightly tarty secretary look so as people do not suspect I am a hooker. Yesterday I wore a dark grey dress over nude stockings and black heels. The dress comes off easily, revealing my cream lingerie.

My driver had me in stitches telling me about this hooker he was driving for last week. Apparently she went to a hotel last week and knocked on the wrong door. The guy inside did not correct this, and used her services. It was only when she had checked her cell phone, and seen all these missed calls and messages did she realise her mistake. She had to make up some excuse and go and service the client that actually booked her.

I will let you read about one of my clients yesterday, again to get a good feel of this side of my work. The driver dropped me off in the car park, and I breezed passed reception as if I was a businesswoman going for a meeting. This hotel is easy to find your way around, so I just got into the lift and went to the second floor. I knocked on the door, and when it was answered, (remembering the story the driver told me), I made sure that this was the guy that booked me.

Forget about the films, clients rarely call down for room service when they "entertain" a hooker. This guy, let's call him Paul, did not want the massage, and I could tell he was straight out of a shower. Now guys, few things impress a hooker, but someone that takes time to have a shower first will always get brownie points.

We talked over a few things, then I got on my knees to suck his cock. Some clients do not want to use the bed, worried that we will dirty it lol. As he was getting harder and harder, he kept letting out a little squeal which was offputting. He moved my head away, and I stood up. He directed me towards the dressing table, and I placed my hands on the table and spread my legs a little. His hard cock entered me as I bent over. I kept looking down at the table, as I do not like watching myself being fucked by a client in a mirror.

He grabbed my shoulders as he pushed in harder. When I am being taken in this way, I do not have to worry about showing my "sex face". He can not see it. My mind tends to drift whilst the client is fucking me. I think of all crap from what am I going to have for dinner, to whether I should get a cat. He finally cums, it seemed an eternity, and my back was starting to hurt.

we chat for a bit as we get dressed and I apply some makeup. He tells me that he visits London twice a month, and could he have my number for next time he is down. I think I really need some cards printed. There is no pen to be found, so I write it on a the hotel headed paper with my lipstick. How cliched?

I waltz back passed reception as if my business meeting had been a success. I do not know why I play this charade. The reception girls have seen me enough times now to know I am a prostitute lol.

My phone rings....it is going to be a busy day.

Clients. What they can Expect

Now what would someone expect from a trip to the brothel? I thought it would be handy to go through the typical session of two clients to give those that have never visited a brothel before a taste of the experience. Of course different places vary, but there will be more similarities than differences.

We will call the first client Jimmy. He is an experienced client, and in his late 30’s. He is one of those men that dress in the latest clothes, but never looks smart. He has sexy green eyes, dark short hair, and has let his body go a bit. Not obsess, but his love handles could do with a tone-up.

Anyway, Jimmy calls the house early in the day to check what girls are working that day.  He does not know either of us girls, so he says that he wants to book a time, but not choose a girl until he gets here.  A regular client knows that an appointment before 3:00pm in the best. Not only does he have more chance of being able to choose between girls, he realises that the girls will be more energetic. Let’s face facts here, we may be prostitutes, but we are not robots. By the end of the day, our bodies and minds become tired, and if it is a real busy day, we will be going through the motions.

Anyway, Jimmy calls as he gets to the train station. We do have a lot of timewasters, so a client must confirm 15 minutes before the appointment. This also gives the girls time to top up their makeup, and finish cleaning up if they have just had a client.

Jimmy rings again when he is at the stairs leading to the brothel, and Sara, (the receptionist/madam), checks out and opens the door. Jimmy comes in, and with a few pleasant words with Sara, he is led into one of the rooms.

Me and Helena, (the other girl working), take it in turns to go into the room and introduce ourselves. Jimmy has a straight choice between blonde, (Helena), and brunette, (me). Other establishments will have wider choices, some may have none. As I mentioned earlier in my blogs, I tend to go in, smile, introduce myself and give the client a quick kiss on the cheek. As I do this, Jimmy gives a friendly smile and I leave the room. It is then that he tells Sara which girl he wants. On this occasion Jimmy picks me...well it would be a pointless blog if he picked Helena lol.

I have noticed that some men will already start getting undressed, so will stand watching the porn film that is always on the TV, and some will nervously look around the room. I go back into the room and notice that Jimmy is already undressing. On the bed is a white envelope with the money in. I close the door and say “what service do you want baby?”.  He replies that he wants the 30 minute deluxe, and hands me the envelope. I leave the room to give the envelope to Sara, who counts the money, (you can’t trust anyone eh?), and then I return to the room. This may all seem abrupt, but guy knows what he wants, and to sit down and discuss his needs just eats into his time. He pays not for the service, but for the time. He could be near to having an orgasm that could be measured on the Richter scale, but if his 30 minutes is up, he is bang out of luck.

I re-enter the room and lay a large beach towel on the bed. This more to protect the bedspread from massage oil than anything else. As I take my bra off, and rub some lotion on my hands, Jimmy lays face down on the bed. I sit astride him, and slowly massage the oil into his back. He has a fairly cute arse, so I massage there too. When I feel he is ready, I gesture for him to turn over. As he does, I massage some oil into his chest. I take my panties off and ask whether he wants my shoes on and off. Shoes can get in the way, (especially when they are 6 inch platforms), but some have a fetish for shoes. Jimmy prefers shoes off. As he fondles my breasts, I put down the oil, and rub his thighs. As he continues to caress my body, I take a condom out and place it on his cock. I then take myself off of his body and start kissing up and down the shaft before taking his cock in my mouth.  I suck until he is moaning before slowly moving beside him. Jimmy is experienced so he moves me into position. He is going for the straight missionary position and as he starts to enter me, I tease my nipples with my long red nails.

Jimmy is a little rough, but not so as I would be worried. He just starts hard. I guess there is no real need for foreplay when you are with a hooker. I do not just lay back and think of England, my hands go all over his body and I arch my back. I moan in the right places as he pounds me harder. As he cums, he stays in that final position for a while before getting off me. I sit up on the bed and smile at him, he smiles back. Shortly there will be the knock on the door to remind us that the 30 minutes are up, so I get a wet wipe to clean myself up, and gather my lingerie and shoes. If I have a client waiting, I will leave the room as soon as I am dressed. However, I had a little time, so I made some final small talk with Jimmy before he dressed and left.

Now we can call the second client Paul. This is his first time using the brothel. Like Jimmy he has called up to book, and called 15 minutes beforehand. However, it was later in the day, and Helena and I were both busy with clients. He was given the option to come and wait in reception or to come back in 20 minutes. He chose a quick drink in the pub to relax his nerves, (as he later told me). He calls and enters a little more nervously than Jimmy. Helena is already busy with a client, so I am more visible as he comes past reception. Sara mentions that I am the girl that is free, (this allows the client to leave if the prostitute is not to his taste), and he nods in agreement. Seeing he is nervous, I lead him to the bedroom by his hand.

I take more time with Paul. I sit him on the bed, and sit by as close as possible so my stockinged leg is touch his leg. I explain what I offer, and the sex is implied as opposed to stated....You never know, he could be a cop. I can see he is looking at me leg and not at my face, so I turn and place one leg over his lap as we talk. He chooses the half hour deluxe too, (if you have read my blog you will know that is a massage, half blowjob and sex). He nervously hands over the cash, and I quickly take it to reception as Paul undresses. When I get back, he is standing looking into space..and fully naked. I do the usual with the towel, and take his hand and lead him to the bed. I more or less show him where to lay before giving him the massage. I make more small talk with newbies in an attempt to relax them. I have already learnt that you keep away from subjects like their family or work. It is a nice day, so I start off talking about the weather. I am a bit of a tomboy, so if all else fails, I will talk about Football.

After the massage, I suck his cock more gently and he places his hands on my head, (more affectionately than forceful. Thankfully he is starting to get hard. I ask where he would like me, and he does not know. So I take control and lower myself onto his cock. I slowly ride him, then pick up the speed. He is moaning as I go up and down on his hard cock before he relaxes a little and rubs my ass. It takes him next to no time to cum, and I start to slowly rise from his deflating cock. I take the condom off and place it in the bin. We still have 10 mins so I lay myself next to him, I place my leg over his, and we chat for a few minutes.  He loved it, and was so happy that he had the courage to do it. We are always on the lookout for a new regular and perhaps I have just bagged myself one, (he has now rebooked).  I take more time getting dressed whilst he puts his clothes on. We have a quick hug and I leave him.

I hope this gives a little insight into visiting a brothel for both the first timers and the regulars

End of The Week

I was  not meant to be working Saturday, but I agreed to do some outcall work for the brothel. This is when you visit a client that has booked a home or hotel visit. It is fairly safe as I had a driver that acted as chauffeur and body guard. However this eats into the "wages".

Of course I could not just go to a house in my lingerie, so I decided to dress as if I was going out for dinner. My black stockings and lingerie hidden under a black Dorothy Perkins dress. It felt strange going to a stranger's home, but the actual work is the same once you are in the bedroom.

I also did some calls to the same hotel. Some hotels have a zero tolerance on prostitutes, some tolerate it, and some encourage it. This hotel was one of the later. I was told to introduce myself to Billy the concierge the first time I went there, and not to just walk passed reception. I had a couple of booked appointments, and Billy was kind enough to let me sit in the bar inbetween. The female receptionists were less welcoming, but I was not there to change their opinions on working girls.

To be honest, I ended up doing great business in the hotel, and ended up sending the driver home. I have agreed with both the brothel and the hotel that I will do a couple of days of solely hotel work.

Yesterday, I had a nice day off. It was great to just be able to dress in a baggy sweater, jeans and flat shoes. I went out for lunch with a couple of the brothel girls, and we had a great laugh chatting. The girls are the ones that understand what I am doing, and there is a matter of fact way of talking that puts it all into context. At one point we looked around the fairly busy bar, and Marie, (one of the girls), said that I had probably had more cocks in my mouth this week than were here in the pub. The sad thing is, she was probably right.

Back to work today at the brothel. I am going for a spring look today. I have a set of pink and white satin panty and bra, white stockings and suspenders and a pair of pink strappy platform heels.

Love y'all

Y'all

Hey I am starting to get some people over here. Mostly the viewers are from the UK, but I now have quite a few from the US and Canada. I am guessing from those that know me at EP. Keep reading my darlings

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Friday Feeling

I was a bit of a lazy girl yesterday, blogging wise, but just noted how many views I am getting...so I better get my ass into gear.

It has been a busy few days in the brothel, and I am looking forward to getting back to normality tomorrow. Sunday I can just slop around in some leggings, give my face a rest from make up and kitty can have a well deserved vacation.

Again, people seem to like to know what I was wearing. Yesterday I had a cute black négligée with a pair if plain black panties, fishnet lacetop stockings and my strappy transparent shoes with a 5 inch heel and large platform.

I had my first repeat booking yesterday, and I think this guy will be my first regular at the house. He is a sweet guy, and very English. I almost expect him to shake my hand after, and congratulate me on my efforts.

It has only been a week, but I feel as though I have been their ages. Sitting there half naked chatting seems to create a bond, and I am starting to count my fellow prostitutes as friends.

Another first, for me, yesterday was a man that just could not get hard. I tried everything, my hands, my mouth,,,but there was no chance his soldier was going to stand to attention. I do not do bareback, but some guys do have a condom floppy. So I tried giving him a hand job without the condom...but it was going nowhere. The poor guy was sweet about it, but it did make me smile when he apologised to me. I just thought that over the week I have had close to 30 clients, 29 of them were as stiff as a board, so I do not think it is anything I am doing lol.

Part of my services is called GFE, which is Girl Friend Experience. This is a role play scenario in which the hooker pretends to be a girlfriend or partner. I think for some clients it takes away their fear/shame of visiting a prostitute. Yesterday I had one such session. They tend to last longer than the normal half hour fuck and suck sessions. I undressed him rather than leaving him in the room to undress, and the whole foreplay is more intimate. It involves kissing and caressing, which is not normally wanted in a regular session. The trouble is, I have always had a short attention span, so listening to some man telling me about how his day in the Futures Market was, as I kissed his neck, required a lot of effort. Prostitutes do not just sell their body, they sell their ears as well lol.

Random Shit

I am on a bit of a break, so thouught I would check in. As yet I have no followers, no problem. But I would like feedback. The thing about Blogger is that you can see stats, and I am pleased that I have had a few hits. Apart from the UK, there has been a number of hits from New Zealand. If you can not follow via a Gmail account, hit me up on summer@seductivesummer.co.uk. Let me know what you think of my blog, and make any suggestions in regards to what you want to know about my newish job.

My new friend in Liverpool asked what I was wearing today. So....... I have a black with white spot bra and panty set, (the panties are more like a thong), black sheer holdup stockings with a lace top and my lovely pair of black strappy sandals. They have a 5 inch heel and 2 inch platform, and a peep toe

Hey I am now also on Twitter.
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First Day (Part 2)

Arrived nice and early, and got changed. I was the lady in red. Red Bra and panties, red fishnet holdups and my transparent shoes. I gotta say that I looked the part.

There was still around 40 minutes till the brothel opened, and we went through the bookings. As I had said, I had three bookings for the day, and these were pretty spread out. The butterflies started, and gradually got worse as it approached mid day. In a warped way, it was a bit of a climax when opening time came that there was not a line of people outside lol.

I still can not get use to walking around the place, or just sitting there, half naked and in stupidly high heels. To me, it is still surreal doing mundane things like making a cup of coffee dressed like this.

We had our first walk in around 12:30. Every girl has their own way of doing the introduction. I just waited for Alina to introduce herself, then walked into the room, smiled and said my name, I then walked over and placed a kiss on the cheek of the potential client. This time the client picked Alina, so I went back to the kitchen.

Now I have watched a lot of programmes on TV about the Cathouses of Nevada, with lineups of around 10 girls. To be picked out of one of these line-ups is 1/10 odds, in my brothel it is 50 50....and the pride in me was hurt that I was not picked. I need to harden up.

I did not have to wait long for my first client of the day. I will call him Martin. He was a guy in his late 40s, fairly well built but very shy. When I was massaging him, it felt like the situation we all find ourselves in where there is a transfer of control. It is like going to the hairdressers, you are basically at their mercy, and need to find something to talk about. I created a little character for myself. I did not want to tell the truth about my reasons for becoming a prostitute, as some men always think they can try to save you etc. So I just say that I love sex, and this is the perfect job for me.

Anyway the sex was fairly short, and certainly nothing of note to repeat here.

A while later, I had my booking. He was a regular customer, and fairly friendly. It is not my place to ask why a client goes to brothels, (I found out over the day that some will tell me that information anyway). Some clients want to think that they are your only client for the day, this one seemed more matter of fact, so I replied that he was the second of the day.

I then did another joint introduction, and was chosen...Pride restored.

Now I am a smoker, and even brothels are not exempt from the National Smoking ban, so I had to smoke outside. Of course I was not going out half naked, so I borrowed a trench coat from Sara, and went outside. There is only one entrance, so I had to go there. Thankfully steps raise me up slightly from the streets below. However, a girl with red fishnet stockings and stripper shoes under a trenchcoat is hardly telling the world she is a bank manager. I had one man shouting out "how much darling?", but I smiled and ignored him. I have never finished a cigarette so fast.

The afternoon was steady, but comfortable. I was told that it can get busy around 5:30 when the offices close, so I changed panties and stockings, and freshened up.

They were not kidding. It seemed as soon as it hit 5:30 the phone kept ringing. Two guys came in at the same time. One was taken to a bedroom and the other left in reception. We did the introductions to the first, and I was picked. Alina took the other.

Now my client, in his 50s, was fairly large, and he seemed to pound me for the duration of the session. I kept looking at the clock, but he cum with about 2 minutes to spare. I heard Sara knock on the door which meant time was up, so I left him to dress as I went to the bathroom to clean up and fix my make up. Sara opened the door, and said there was a client waiting. So I quickly finished my lipstick and rushed to the third bedroom. One man getting dressed in one bedroom, and one getting ready for sex in another. Yeah, that is the life of a hooker lol.

Thankfully the sex was not so long this time as I was starting to get a little sore. To my horror, there was another guy waiting in reception as I finished and went to clean up. As we did our introductions, I was polite, but did not kiss this guy. Not because he was ugly, but I was hoping beyond hope that he would pick Alina to give me a rest. For some reason he still picked me. So I basically had 3 clients in less than 2 hours. I thought I am going to need ice cubes for my pussy at this rate.

It stayed busy till around 9:00 pm. I had almost twice as many clients in the last 4 hours as I had in the first 6. I was shattered when they finally closed the doors. I know it will get easier, but I was like a zombie as I waited for the cab.

The cab driver must have been use to driving the girls home as he just chatted about the place and the girls.

Finally I got home to my own bed. Stripped off the makeup, had a long bath and went to bed. Whoring is a great cure for insomnia.

First Day (Part 1)

So here it is, my first full day. Sara from the Brothel called me early to have a chat. I think the real reason was to check that I was not having second thoughts.

She did inform me that I already had 3 pre-bookings. I was a little shocked as this as they had not had a chance to feature me on their website. However, Sara told me that they have a lot of regulars that check to see if new girls have started. Most of these guys have had sex with everyone there, so a new hooker is exciting for them.

I have had a long shower, did my hair and nails. I will do my makeup when I am there so it is fresh. I have converted an old laptop case into my hooker case. I have lube, condoms, massage lotions, wet wipes, spare makeup and stockings, and a spare pair of panties. It looks like I am going on vacation as I am taking all my new shoes to the brothel, (yes they all arrived). I could probably get away with friends seeing one pair of platform stripper shoes, but 3 pairs may give the game away.

It is a really nice day, so I am wearing a denim skirt, flat pumps and black sweater. I look more student than hooker. For work, I am going for all red. Red bra and panties set, red stockings and transparent shoes.

Wish me luck

Shopping

I finally got some money. So I had to go and get some working clothes. Sadly I have to wait for Victoria Secrets to open in London in 2012, so it was a trip to my nearest shopping centre.

As I said, I hate cliches, but I did look at various sites to see what hookers wear for work. I then decided on different looks. Perhaps it is me planning to play a character, but one look is called my Carmen look. It is the red bra and knickers in my profile pic. I will team this with red stockings, and have my hair in a tight pony tail. Most of the other lingerie was black...you can not go wrong with black. I bought a real cute baby doll for those days a girl is feeling a little fat. On special days, the girls wear kinky uniforms, but I will wait till I am earning before I invest in these.

I must admit, I have never purchased so many stockings. Black, Barely Black, Natural, Red, Sheer, Fishnet, whalenet, white. I am like a one woman Sock Shop.

I recieved one pair of shoes today that I purchased off ebay. They are transparent mules like the ones I borrowed on my trial day. I was wearing them around the house yesterday so I could get use to them. I felt so tall lol. I have a pair of black strappy platforms, (2 inch platform, and 5 inch heel), and a pair of strappy transparent platforms still on order. When I get paid, I will get some boots.

Have to admit, I am getting very nervous today, but no regrets. I am a determined girl, it has just taken me a while to realise what I want, and how to achieve it. I want to study, and hooking will pay for this.

The Trial

The problem with prostitution is that it is so socially unacceptable, even in the 21^st Century. I could not tell anyone of my plans. The “Hi Mum and Dad, I have decided to become a hooker” chat is not something I could ever do. So basically I was left with my fears and worries for a couple of days. It is weird that society prefers the story that I am a benefit scrounger to the story on how I plan to better myself through education, and I will pay for it all myself by working in a brothel.

Yes, I am being a hypocrite. If I said that I did not have bad thoughts about myself, I would be lying. The internet does not help.  All I would read are phrases like “lack of self worth”, “trash” and other crap. The rebel in me just decided to ignore this. Hooker, whore, slut, brass, hoe....are all merely labels, and people use them for girls that have never whored in their lives.

Silly things started to worry me.  I had a mild panic attack about what to wear. Going through the wardrobe, I decided a trip to Ann Summers was the order of the day. I did not have much cash, so I would only buy one set. It was cheapish, and understated.

(Not me, just the image from Ann Summers)

I also got a couple of pairs of black hold ups. I am a bit of a klutz, and realised that as I would soon get a ladder in a pair, I would take back-ups.

I did not have money left for a new pair of shoes, and I knew I had plenty of heels at home. I would also use existing make up. However, I did treat myself to a manicure and a semi-perm wave. I just knew I would mess it up myself if I rushed it on the day.

Let's me frank, the day before I went for my trial, I was a bag of nerves. As I said, I had got past the doubts about the morality, now I was worried about things like...what if the man smells? How do I get a limp dick to cum? Will I be any good? This time I kept from the internet, and just had a few large glasses of wine.

The big day had come. I woke up around 7, and had a long bath. My hands were a little shaky as I painted my nails. I was not sure if I should wear my "work" lingerie under my clothes, but decided that would look a bit skanky.

I dressed in a plain blue sweater and black pants. I packed my heels, and travelled in pumps. You read it in books, but I did look at people on the train convinced they knew my new secret.

Sara had told me to phone when I got to the station so I did not have to hang around long outside. I was trembling like hell as I walked upstairs. Both Sara and Tanya greeted me and led me to one of the bedrooms, they said I could get changed there. 

Nervously, I slowly undressed and put my new "uniform" on. Thankfully, I did not ladder the stockings. I was so nervous, I did not even look in the full length mirror, I just used the vanity mirror to top up my make up. Sara knocked and entered, I did not like the way her eyes went up and down my attire. The half smile on her face indicated she was not pleased with something. She pointed at my shoes, and said that they were too much like a pair of office shoes. She called for Tanya, and she rushed off to get me a more suitable pair. She came back with a pair of ridiculously high pair of shoes with a transparent front and 3 inch clear perspex platform and 6 inch heel. Now I was probably more worried about toppling over than meeting a client. They were a size too small, but because they were mules, this was not a major problem.

Tanya went through the basics like laying the large beach towel on the bed first, where the massage oils, wetwipes and condoms were. She had been there two years, and was very pretty. She was a single mum that worked 2 days a week there and she was very positive about the place. 

I finally caught a glance of myself in the full length mirror, and my stomach turned over. The image that stared back left no doubt what I was planning to do. I looked like a prostitute. It was the closest I felt to wanting to run, but I am stronger than that.

Tanya went few a few basics, like how she checked the penis, how they introduce themselves to the client etc etc. Another girl introduced herself. She was Alina from Romania. No she was not one of these sex trafficking stories. She had come to England after working as a prostitute back home. Normally 2 girls work monday to Thursday, and 3 or 4 on Friday and Saturdays.

We all sat and had a cup of tea, which seemed so strange as we were all sitting there half naked. We did not get a chance to finish the tea before the phone rang. There was to be a client coming in 2 minutes. We all went to one of the bedrooms. I could hear Sara talking to him, but could not make out what she was saying. He was led into another bedroom.

Now there are various ways in this brothel for the girl to get a client. Firstly a regular may book her, or a client may ask for her after seeing her pic on the website. If either girl is busy, he basically takes the other one unless he really objects, (if both are busy he will wait in the reception area). Finally, if both girls are free, then the individually go into the room and introduce themselves. 

This client picked Alina, so we went back to our tea. Again the phone rang, and my heart went over again. Alina was busy, so I knew Tanya would be taking this client, and thus I would get my first taste of this new job.

I could hear Sara telling the man that she had a new girl, and asking whether he would mind an extra girl in the room. Now what man is going to refuse that? We entered the room, and I was trying to hide the fact that I was shaking so much. Tanya asked him what sort of massage he wanted....oops let me explain.

They do not just "do you want a BJ?", they have certain rates.

You have the basic massage which ends in a hand job

A Deluxe 30 minute massage which can be BJ, Sex or half and half.

A Hour Deluxe which is as above.

This client wanted the 30 minute delux. Tanya took the money and we both left the room waiting for him to get undressed, and for Tanya to give the money to Sara. The client was a regular office type worker, late 30's and a little out of shape as opposed to big.

As we went back in, he was sitting on the bed naked. Yep, it hit home where I was. Tanya gave me a towel and I lay it on the bed. The man must have been to a brothel before as he just laid on his front on the towel. Tanya handed me some coconut smelling massage oil. I looked at her with horror, but I guess she wanted to see me at least master the most basic of tasks. I started to massage the oil into his back. I always loved giving massages, and I could stop my hands shaking by caressing the man's back. He would let out a small moan every now and then. After a while, Tanya asked him to turn over and I could see he was nearly hard. Tanya slowly placed the condom on his penis, and went down on it gently with her mouth. I watched, detatched, as if it was a porn film. I was woken abruptly as Tanya lifted her head and beckoned me to have a go.  I had never felt so many butterflies as when I lowered my mouth onto him. I sucked for what seemed like an eternity until I felt Tanya move next to him. That was my cue to leave both his penis, and the room.

That was it, I had sucked my first cock for money. No turning back now.

Sara came over and asked how I felt. I hid my nerves when I told her it felt OK. We agreed that I would be back up if a client came in when both girls were busy, as she did not want me overwhelmed on my first day.

It really started to get busy, but it was a while before the phone rang when both the other girls were busy. Sara held my hand, her concern was welcome, and asked me if I was ready. I almost gulped, but said yes. Sara said she forgot to ask what my working name would be. I had not thought of this, but said Summer. It was a sort of nickname. However one of the girls had taken that name. I do not know why, but Amy came in my head, so Amy it is.

The man was a younger man than the first, overweight but not obese, and look like a construction worker though he was not dirty. I introduced myself, nearly saying my real name, but stuttering out Amy. Part of me was hoping he would reject me, but the other half would have been upset and someone not choosing me. Not the first or last dilemma I will face. He smiled and walked to the room. I layed the towel on the bed, and asked what service he was looking for. Again it was a 30 minute deluxe. I took the money and asked him to undress. On returning, he was standing looking at the door. For some reason, I could not take my eyes off the penis. It was nothing remarkable, but I was still not use to seeing a stranger standing naked in front of me.

I laid him down and massaged him. I did not want to be robotic and just copy what Tanya had shown me. I licked his cock before taking it into my mouth. When he was sufficiently hard and panting, I asked him where he wanted me. Sex is normally spontaneous, so asking where a man wanted me was surreal. He wanted me to go on top so I lowered myself on him. I seemed to make the right noises as I rode him, and I could tell he would cum quickly. He did. For some reason I gave him a hug as he was dressing. I think it was more a sign of my relief than anything. He smiled and left. I cleaned myself up with a wet wipe as Sara talked to him. She must be getting a feedback report.

Whatever he said, must have been good as Sara came back with a smile on her face and said I had done well. I only had an hour and half left, so she asked if I was OK to "present" myself to the next clients. I was full of myself so agreed.

When the phone rang, Tanya was busy so I followed after Alina as the man sat in the bedroom. He chose her, which for some stupid reason irratated my pride. However, another client came in a little after and chose me over Tanya.

This was another half hour deluxe, but I will not bore you with details.

My trial was over, and I sat with Sara. She said I had done great and I could work there if I wanted. I agreed to do 2 days to start, and 2 Saturdays per month. I said that I needed a week to be able to buy some more lingerie, and some suitable shoes. She gave me a few websites for the shoes, and offered to give me an advance. I declined as I did not want to start off in debt. She booked me in for the following Wednesday and Thursday, (22nd and 23rd March).

I left, and the fresh air hit me as my head was full of what I had just done, and what I planned to do. No turning back. Once you have accepted that first pound for sex, you are a prostitute, and that was what I was now.

I wil update after Wednesday

So This is It.

So what do you wear for an interview? 

It is not like I was going for a job as a bank clerk. The sensible skirt could stay in the wardrobe. But I did not want to go to the interview dressed like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman. I hate clichés. I settled on a pair of tight jeans, a figure hugging white ribbed sweater and a pair of 4 inch, black, high heels. I decided to put a bit of a wave in my hair, and applied my makeup more “Friday Night Out” than I would usually wear in the day.

I went to the first place, but straightaway did not like it. It was a very normal house, on a very normal street. It was just so off-putting seeing kids outside. I still nervously waited to be let in. I thought at least I could ask some questions. There is very little to tell about the interview, as I was so nervous and the “madam” was so abrupt. I left not knowing anymore than when I went there.

I decided to have a bit of Dutch courage before the next meeting. I had a large Vodka and Lemonade in a pub nearby. Now if I cannot enter a pub on my own, what chance would I have working as a hooker.

This place was above a parade of shops and you entered at the back. I must admit it looked a bit grotty, but trying to be positive I could see the positives. There were open steps leading up to the front door. The people in the house could see people before they entered, and I late found out that they could reject anyone before they even climbed the steps if they were too unsuitable, or had caused problems in the past. Safety was important to me as you hear so many stories.

I entered, and as I was directed to the reception area, a scantily clad woman rushed pass. I must admit my heart went over thinking that could be me dressed in next to nothing.

The madam offered me a drink, I will call her Sara from now on. She mentioned how pleased she was that I looked the same as the photographs. Apparently many girls send random pics they have found on the net.

The meeting kept being interrupted as clients would call or turn up. But we chatted in detail about the job. It reassured me that she kept making sure that I wanted to do this. I repeated that I would give it a try, and if I did not like it, or she was not happy, neither of us had lost anything.

I asked so many questions, and most I cannot remember now. They were all mainly about personal safety and diseases. My mind was put at rest.

As it all seemed to go so well, I agreed to come in for a day to “get a feel”. I asked what I had to wear, and she said that at first some nice lingerie, stockings and heels would be suitable.

As another girl walked past, Sara called her over and introduced me, Sara said that Tanya would be the one I could shadow on Wednesday.

I bid farewell, and walked home going through all my fears and worries. However I almost slapped myself, and told myself that it was an end to a means.

The First Steps

So how do you go about it? As I said in my intro, you only ever see the High End, or Gutter Level discussed, and I do not know any prostitutes. You can’t just go a Careers Councillor and ask for advice.  I looked for advice on the net, but little on offer apart from the usual moral outrage and concerned citizens. No help for me.

So, I Googled local “Massage Parlours”. Now this provided a number of places. It also provided customer reviews etc. I picked out 4 establishments that had websites. Some wanted email applications. These sites wanted pictures. I searched through old pictures on the computer and found a few pics of me in a bikini from a holiday to Tenerife. They were only 6 months old, so it was not as if I changed much. I sent these off with a note that I was new to working in a massage parlour.

For another place, I had to call. Now the butterflies were swirling around inside of me as I called. I will confess that I put the phone down a couple of times before I plucked up the courage to call. A friendly voice answered the phone, but the woman said she was busy at the moment and would call back.

It had taken me ages to pluck up the courage to apply, and felt deflated that I now had to wait on calls, and replies. Thankfully, I did not have to wait long. One of the places I sent an email called in the afternoon.  I decided honesty was the best policy, and when she asked if I was totally sure that I was ready to try this, I answered that I was not sure, but I am willing to give it a try. She could not go into too much details on the phone as she said she had spoken to a lot of timewasters, and asked me to go there and have a chat the following day.

I received another call that day, and the conversation was very similar to the above. Again I agreed to visit them for a chat the following day.

I woke up several times in the night, and was tossing and turning trying to answer my own questions in my head.  To be honest, these were not moral questions, but more questions that I knew the answer to. Could I have sex with an ugly man? How many clients will I have? Will I be kidnapped and sold in the white slave trade? OK the last question was half a joke, but I am a victim of too much crap TV.