The problem with prostitution is that it is so socially unacceptable, even in the 21st 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
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