Her first story. Part 1
November 8th, 2008This girl is dreaming of becoming a really famous journalist and her boss gives her an assignment to write about prostitution, the girl decides to infiltrate the brothel and see the story from the inside…
She was so happy to have her first story! It was her first serious co-work experience in the newspaper. The editor didn’t really trust her with any serious story, she only had to write about a car crash once, and that was practically all. Kelly was dreaming of a big story, of bringing sensation to the world, she wanted to be a part of a serious team in some serious publishing house. Kelly was ambitious and self confident. Like all young journalists, actually.
It was just the day before that the editor called her to his office and suggested her making a story. A big one. The one for the fist column. She had to write a story about prostitution. She spent the whole day browsing the net in search of some useful data, she tried to remember stories she once read about or heard her ex friends gushing about. She wanted to make the story super popular and decided to add some spicy thing to the plot. She thought she could try to become a prostitute herself and the write about it, share her experience of how easy or, on the contrary, difficult it can be for an ordinary girl to become a whore. She didn’t intend to actually sell her body, she thought she could simply say “no I don’t like this guy,” or “I want much more money,” or something of the kind, turn round and leave. So Kelly found a phone number and arranged a meeting with the pimp or whoever that person was.
She didn’t have to wait for long, a car pulled up by her side.
“Are you Kelly?”
“Yes.”
“Get in.”
Kelly didn’t know it would happen just like this. She actually planned it all another way. She hoped to have some chat aka interview in the street and then just wave good bye and leave… but she found herself sitting next to a large man of about 35 yo with a huge and really ugly birthmark on his cheek. He was bold and silent. The car was driving her away in the unknown direction. There was a woman sitting on the backseat. She was wearing a scarf on her head and big shades, so Kelly couldn’t even see her face well.
“Where are we going?”
“To the office. Or you thought we’d just look at you and give you the place. Don’t be so naïve, girl. We’re business men and know how to deal with such stuff. What’s your name again?”
“Kelly…”
“How old are you Kelly?”
“I’m 23…”
The car stopped. Kelly went out of it, and came in the house. The office was situated in a large house with tall ceilings and large halls. The woman in shades took her place at the computer and the large man sat down on the couch. Kelly remained standing. The woman was looking at her closely. Kelly was a pretty girl. She was svelte, tall, had beautiful grey eyes, gorgeous dark brown hair, cute nose, beautiful red lips, long slender legs, thin waist, beautiful hips and firm C-cups. Besides, she was looking really petty due to good makeup and nice sense of style she possessed.
“Have you had sex before?”
“Yes.”
“Have you been paid for it?”
“No.”
“What can you do? Classical sex, oral, anal, strip show, lesbo show, role playing?”
“Well, classical and strip dancing, but not professionally.” (When Kelly was a sophomore she visited a strip dace class to please her boyfriend and really learnt some interesting and really hot stuff there).
“Well, that’s not much. You won’t make much money unless you try to learn some more.”
Kelly was on the verge of crying. She was in panic. She was trying to figure out what to do to escape from the place. When she heard about money she suddenly made up her mind to go on with the original plan, and thought that if she really wanted to be a slut she just HAD to be interested in earning money.
“How much can I get?” She asked them sheepishly.
“Well, not much…. Besides you gotta give a certain percent to the company. When you learn more, you’ll earn more. Clients love skillful babes. Bring your skills to perfection, and you’ll earn a lot.”
“Well actually,” Kelly uttered hoping it would be the last words she’d share with those nasty people, “I was hoping to earn more… I’m in desperate need of money. And I need them now. I don’t have time to wait…”
“If you found some other place, some cheaper place you wouldn’t earn even the money we‘re ready to give you. Besides, I’m sure you’ll earn more just within a week. You’ll get twice as much I guess. If you’re trying hard you’ll “get promoted” to work with VIP clients. The brothel provides you with drinks and condoms, try to use them all the time, by the way. And we don’t provide you with lunch.” The woman in scarf said still looking Kelly up and down. “I’m Mrs. Sheridan. You can call me Zoë. Welcome to our family, girl! Now… Dress off”
“No no. I need some time for thinking. I can’t tell you the answer right away…”
“What?. You’re trying to get the job, we want to get a good worker. We gotta see what you got. Take off your dress.”
Zoë’s voice was so harsh and firm that Kelly obeyed. She was undoing the buttons of her dress and then took it off crumpling it in her hands nervously. Now she was wearing thong and beautiful lacy bra (good lingerie was Kelly’s real passion), as well as black stockings. According to the guard’s reaction, she was looking damn luscious.
“Now turn round. You said something about strip dancing. Ok then show what you can do.” Zoë ordered.
It was ridiculous and incredible but Kelly was doing everything the woman told her. She swayed her hips, raised her shoulder and squatted down a bit.
“That’s good, that’s really good! Now get naked.”
That’s not me, that’s not really happening, it’s just a bad dream, Kelly was whispering to herself while pulling off the bra and exposing her big boobs, taking off her panties and throwing them away. She turned to face Zoë with her legs spread wide, shaking her head and smiling alluringly. She blushed and covered her breasts and shaven pussy with her hands.
“You’re very beautiful. You’re hired. Get down to work.” Zoë stated showing the interview was over.
“I’m not ready yet. I need some time to decide.” Kelly said trying to put her clothes back on.
“Henry deal with it.” Zoë said calmly. The bold guy named Henry stepped up to Kelly and grasped her hair tight pulling it backwards making her scream and cry.
“You’re looking kind of pale girl.” He said slapping her across the face. “On your knees bitch!”
“Undo his pants, take out his dick and jerk it. Do it now slut!” Zoë cried out loud.
“?!”
“Move your hand up and down his penis. Do it gently, really gently and slowly…”
Though it was incredibly humiliating, Kelly caught herself at thinking that the rude behavior of this guy made her really hot and her pussy was dripping. She got on her knees, wearing nothing but stockings on her slender legs, and started fondling the guard’s cock with one hand first, adding her other hand then.
“Now kiss it… now lick the dickhead. Good, good, go on…. Now suck on the stem but don’t bite it!”
Kelly wasn’t experienced in sex. She was 23 but it was last year that she had her fist sex with her boyfriend…. After almost a year of dating. And now… she was giving head to an ugly stranger. His cock smelled of sweat and of something else, she didn’t know what it was but it was turning her on. She was almost overwhelmed by arousal. Kelly was a petty timid girl but she always had that thing for sex and was always really curious about sex for money. It’s not that she’d been dreaming of trying it one day but she’d read a lot about it and she’d seen films and stuff. So she was doing something that was a taboo for a good girl like her.
Arousal was getting stronger. Zoë came up to the girl from the rear and started finger fucking her shaven pussy. Kelly was so into the blowjob that at first she didn’t realize somebody was busy with her slit…. Kelly was breathing heavier, she was on the verge of cumming. She was looking really beautiful on camera…
“see you’re leaking bitch? Stop sucking this asshole for free. Time for making money! Stand up, take your panties and bra. Don’t hide your nipples, they’re beautiful. Drink this.”
They gave her a glass of wine, she gulped it down. Kelly was obedient as never before. She hardly controlled her emotions. She could hardly realize WHAT was happening.
“You can work here for a couple of weeks, if you don’t like it here you’re free to go,” Zoë whispered in her ear on the way to another room.
There was a big crowd of half-naked girls at the counter in the room.
“Girls meet Kelly. She’s a newcomer.”
Henry came in the room with two big guys following him. Girls were standing in the line for the men to see their bodies well. Kelly joined the line. She’d never felt more excited.
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