Author's Note:     Stories on this site may contain fiction of an adult nature. They may contain themes involving Incest, under age sex, rape, bestiality, drugs or alcohol abuse. If these subjects make you uncomfortable please exit now. The stories are meant for the entertainment of adults as defined by your local government or society, if you are below this age please exit now. The author does not condone or encourage anyone to act in real life the way the characters depicted in this story act.

Rose Isabella Gail Sid Camel Jockey Guest Stories

Published : 18 July 2023

Click here to download this
story to read at a later date   

Entrepreneur or Spiv?
by Isabella

Story Code: M/F, M/f, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Incest

My husband John hadn't done a real days work in his life. He called himself an Entrepreneur, my father said he was a spiv. I never thought that John was capable of breaking any actual laws but I was sure that he skirted close to it from time to time...that was until one day in June, John had bought a bankrupt load of cleaning products and he was hawking the load around small mom and pop stores all over our area when someone offered him five hundred pounds to deliver an 'M3' BMW to London, stay overnight and bring a 'Q8' Audi back up to Northampton. Sadly, John was so excited with the opportunity of driving two prestige marques that he would have volunteered to do the trip for free, so long as they paid for the overnight stay in the hotel.

I packed him an overnight bag, I could have gone with him but I had one of my rare shifts in the local supermarket, they gave me a contract to work sixteen hours a week, even though I really needed a full time job but all of their staff only had sixteen hour contracts because it cost them less in the long run as a part time worker, I got far less legal rights and employment rights than an employee working between seventeen hours and forty hours a week.

I got a phone call from John at five o'clock, he said, "I thought five hundred pounds for a simple car exchange sounded too good to be true, I'm at Dagenham at a back street garage, the new owner of the BMW wanted a clean bill of health from a BMW main dealer before they'll accept it, once the garage has finished with it, I've got to drive all the way to Bromley and according to my travel app, it could take three or four hours to get from here to there."

John was definitely feeling sorry for himself, what should have been an easy earner for him was turning out to be a drag and he still had a van full of cleaning products to sell around a bunch of small shops, he complained that if I actually passed my driving test, at least I could deliver his stock around his friendly customers.

I got another call from John at bedtime, I asked him what hotel he was stopping in and he laughed at me, "The bloody garage found three faults with the BMW that they wouldn't be able to fix until tomorrow morning so he had to stay somewhere in the Dagenham area overnight.

I got up extremely early for work in the morning and was at home again by the time that John set off for the BMW's customer's house in Bromley, the next phone call came to me at six o'clock in the evening, the Audi had already been delivered to Northampton and at six o'clock, he had been given a Seat Leon Cupra sports car to deliver up to Newcastle so I was warned that he may have to stay out for a second night depending on the traffic between South London and Newcastle, over three hundred miles.

I went to bed early even though there wouldn't be any work in the morning, I was definitely missing John in bed with me, we were still in our first year of marriage so we seldom went two days without sex, as I lay in our bed, totally naked, I thought, 'I'm definitely going to rape him as soon as he gets home tomorrow...whatever time of the day it was when he got home!'

I was disturbed at two o'clock in the morning, there was a bump in the night, not a loud bump but it was quickly followed by a screamed, "Come out and show yourself...Police with a dog...show yourself...armed police!"

I was stunned for a moment and ran for my bedroom door where my dressing gown was hanging but before I got there the bedroom door burst open and two police officers barged in with an Alsatian dog. I heard "Living room clear..." and "...Kitchen clear!"

One of the grinning policemen looking at me frozen to the spot, totally naked shouted, "One in the front bedroom!"

The dog ran at me and sniffed me, then it jumped on my bed and sniffed around there as the dog handler told it over and over again to search. The second officer threw me my dressing gown and told me to put it on.

"We've got a result Paul!"

I looked over at the dog handler, the dog was sitting in front of my wardrobe doors, just looking at them, the door was opened and the dog pressed its nose against John's best suit which was then pulled out of the wardrobe and dropped onto my bed, the pockets were searched and a small bag of white powder was pulled out of the pocket. I know that John was no innocent and that he sometimes took a little recreational drug now and then but I didn't realise that he kept a supply of it at home.

The police were at my house for three hours, a WPC was brought in to give me an intimate search to make sure that I wasn't hiding more drugs in any of my cracks or crevices and then I was taken into the local police station for an interview for being caught in possession of a class 'A' drug.

Fortunately the police hadn't had to break in, they had used John's front door key to get in and I thought, 'If they have his key, they must have him too.'

I asked if I could see John but was told that he was in a police station in Middlesbrough, he had been caught travelling at over one hundred miles an hour in a fifty miles an hour limit and he was found to be in possession of ten kilos of heroin, ten kilos of cocaine and an automatic nine millimetre pistol. I shook my head, I didn't believe a word of it, I had assumed that John may have been delivering a stolen vehicle, he certainly hadn't stolen it but being in possession of a stolen vehicle could incur six months suspended for his first offence but that much drugs was a ridiculous amount, over one point two million pounds street value and the gun in the boot, that was an unknown quantity.

Even though the small bag of drugs in my house was found in John's pocket, I was the only one in the house when it was found and my name was on the tenancy agreement so it was classed as being in my possession and I got arrested and charged with possession of a class 'A' drug and bailed to appear in court at a later date. I was allowed to go home in the morning. I asked the detective who was dealing with me when they would release John, he said, "We're opposing bail because of the quantity of drugs in his possession, the gun and the fact that his isn't his first drugs related offence!"

Well, that came as almost as big a shock to me, finding out that John had an outstanding criminal record for drugs offences in the past, he had told me that he had never been in trouble with the police before.

The fact that John refused to give the police any information about where he got the drugs or the car from, that made things worse for him. John appeared in court for his remand hearing in Middlesbrough, fortunately I was called as a witness so I could get a grant from social security because I was only a part time work and earned so little each week, my wage would hardly cover the return trip to Middlesbrough.

I told the court what I knew and that I'd never seen John using any kind of drugs in all the time that I'd known him. The court date was on one of the days that I should have been working, they gave me the day off without pay and nothing else was said because I'd been subpoenaed to court as a witness. It was a different matter when I had to go to court as the accused. I got thirty hours of unpaid community service and a three month suspended sentence for possession, my name and address was put in the local newspaper's court report and the following day my contract with the supermarket was terminated for my court conviction.

I had to go up to Middlesbrough again when John had his actual trial, again, the state had to pay to get me to court because I was now totally unemployed and I also had few prospects of ever getting a job because I had a criminal record...no wonder John had never had a real job in his life, he had been in trouble with the police when he was still at school.

John's hearing was set for court number one at nine o'clock, I waited in the witness waiting room all day, John's case was moved to court number two and pushed back by two hours, and then another delay and all the time I just sat there, I was dressed for comfort, jeans and a baggy t-shirt and people basically ignored me all day. At four o'clock, they announced that court number one was closing and at five o'clock it was announced that court number two was now closed. I asked the court clerk what happened to my husband's case and was told that I'd have to return the following day.

I stood outside the court at six o'clock and wondered where the hell I was going to spend the night. I'd seen a man in the waiting room, he had been, like me, watching the comings and goings all day. The man had been standing close to me when I asked about my husband's case and as soon as I was alone he approached me and said, "Hi, are you Sarah Clarke?"

I just nodded my head.

"My name is Simon Campbell, I represent a friend of John's, his friend is very happy that John hasn't tried to share the blame around and when I told him that the case had been held over until tomorrow, John's friend instructed me to find you and get you a room at the best hotel in Middlesbrough and to pay for you to stop there tonight."

I'd had a miserable few weeks since John's arrest for possession of drugs and a gun, my world seemed to have fallen apart, this guy talking to me was the first bit of good luck that I'd had in over a month.

He took me to 'The Grange Hotel', it was on the internet as one of the best hotels in the city, he booked a room in, paid for it on a credit card in his own name and then he asked me if I'd like to have dinner with him. I laughed..."I'm hardly dressed to eat in a posh place like this!"

He took my elbow and took me into the town centre and he bought me a posh frock and because I had travelled up to Middlesbrough expecting to be home the same day, I hadn't taken any clothes with me. Simon took me into the lingerie section and he asked me which of the underwear John would like the most. I laughed again as I said, I don't think that John will see it for some considerable time!"

"Just humour me...which set would John like best?"

I pointed out the set that I was sure that John would have bought for me to wear if he had the choice. Simon bought the lingerie set and we were about to leave the store when Simon spotted the nighties, "Do you need a night dress or do you sleep in the nude?"

I knew that I blushed at that point, when John was at home with me we both slept in the nude but since he was locked away, I'd taken to wearing one of his t-shirts in bed, partly to remind me of him and also to keep me warm while I wasn't sharing a bed with another person.

I nodded my head because wearing something in bed was my new normal.

I was a little shocked when we got to the checkout, I was a little shocked that the bill came to two hundred and fifty pounds and Simon paid for it in cash without batting an eyelid. So fat John's friend had paid five hundred pounds for my bedroom and clothes and I still didn't know his name.

I took my stuff back to my room and Simon told me to have a shower and put my new clothes on, he was about to walk away from my bedroom, "I'd like to take a photograph of you all dressed up so that I can give it to John to put up in his cell, give him something nice to look at when he's in his lonely bed...you know what we men are like when we're away from our wife or girlfriend!"

I didn't like the idea of going to dinner with a stranger dressed up to the nines for him to photograph me in a sexy dress but Simon smoothed my feathers and convinced me to get dressed up, even to the point that wearing sexy lingerie wouldn't show through my dress but it would make me feel sexy having such exotic lingerie on and that impression would come over in the picture when I blew my husband a kiss, via Simon.

Simon left me to get showered and changed and I met him in the bar an hour later. I didn't have much in the way of makeup with me but I did put a lipstick in my handbag and a little eye shadow so that I could make myself look presentable for John when he saw me in court.

I walked over to the bar and Simon was sitting at table twenty-two nursing a pint, he jumped up from the table, and he joined me at the bar. Simon asked me what I'd like to drink, "Just a fruit juice please..." I looked at the barman, "...do you have a J₂0 Apple and Mango please?"

The cold shelf was checked and the barman had to go into the back room to check his stock, he returned with a half crate of fruit juices and I finally got a yes from the barman. Simon gave me a menu and asked me to go to the table and find what I'd like to eat, "I'll bring the drinks over!"

I watched Simon like a hawk, I didn't really know him so didn't know if I could trust him not to spike my drink or something of the like. I had expected him to pour the bottle of J₂0 into the glass but he didn't, he brought my bottle and glass over with two ice cubes in the glass for me to pour my drink out myself.

We ordered our meals and I started to relax a little, Simon was telling me jokes, quite bad jokes, I started out shaking my head but eventually started laughing. I giggled through the starter and I laughed out loud during the main course and I struggled to eat my sweet because I was laughing so much that I was struggling to breathe.

People all over the restaurant were looking at me and tutting, I managed to stop myself swearing at them and Simon paid the bill quickly and asked me if I wanted to go with him out into reception so that he could take the picture that he wanted to give to John in front of the walnut panelling and large mirror opposite the reception desk. After he had taken that picture, he looked at the phone's screen and shook his head, "No, this just doesn't look sexy enough to keep John company at night, I think it would be better up in your bedroom, perhaps sitting on your bed, showing a little of your stocking top off for him in the photograph!"

Earlier I had been worried about wearing my sexy new dress for the photograph when I wouldn't be showing any of the sexy underwear off in the photograph but suddenly, even with the prospect of flashing my stocking tops off for John's photograph, I thought it was a marvellous idea, Johnny would love a photograph like that of me

Things got a little fuzzy in the lift up to the third floor, Simon had to help me walk along the hall to my bedroom and he sat me on the most uncomfortable seat in the world in front of the hotel window and lifted the hem of my new dress until my stocking tops were on show, I looked down at my legs, I thought, 'John would love to see me like this.' Simon told me to look up, I looked at his mobile phone as he told me to smile.

Simon said, "Close enough!" and he pressed the button to take the photograph. There was a kiss on my lips, followed by, "Hey Sarah...I've just had a great idea...what do you say to this idea for a picture...as John liked your new underwear, how about a few pictures without that dress covering all of that sexy lingerie?"

I giggled as I thought, "What a wonderful idea...John is always asking me if he can take sexy photographs of me in my scanty underwear or even in the nude, he'd love pictures of me in just my underwear!'

I stood up and tried to unfasten the back of my dress, in the end Simon had to help me to take my dress off, he photographed me standing in just my bra, knickers, stockings and suspender belt. Simon got me to pose on my bed, I couldn't work out where my bra had gone but it wasn't there now, I could see myself in the mirror that covered most of the wall opposite the bed, I could see myself posing as Simon flashed off a few pictures of me. I was still watching myself as Simon struggled to pull my knickers down, I giggled, Simon finally managed to pull my knickers off and he said, "What are you laughing at?"

I laughed out loud, "John would be really disappointed because I didn't shave my pussy for his special photograph of me."

Simon asked me to smile for the picture, he was pulling my legs wide apart and he was pointing the camera right at my cunt as he snapped the next few photographs but even though the camera wasn't pointing at my face, I still put on a beaming smile across my face.

"Oh wow Sarah, look who it is, John must have got let out for the night because it was too far to take him all the way back to prison for one night and he's come here to fuck you because it has been so long since he last did you!"

I felt John's cock slip into my cunt and I went wild and fucked his brains out for him. Every so often I'd look at the mirror and strangely enough, it looked like I was being fucked by Simon but I knew that I was in bed with John. I fucked as hard and as fast as I could for hours before I finally crashed and fell asleep.

When I woke up in the morning, I really expected to see John in bed with me but when I finally got all of my ducks in a row, the face on the pillow next to me wasn't my husband but his 'friend of a friend', Simon. I was still wearing my stockings and suspender belt but nothing else. I racked my brains to remember exactly what had happened in the night, I brushed my hand over the course stubble of unshaved hair covering my pussy and felt very sore, it wasn't just the sex, at some point in the night, John had spread white powder over my pussy mound and sniffed it up through a rolled up fifty pound note, the note was still there, between my legs, on the bottom sheet, it had a coating inside of what I assumed was cocaine and as I hadn't taken a shower after sex, the residue of cocaine left behind on my cunt was causing soreness from the adverse reaction to the drug on my skin.

My mouth was dry and my head was pounding, I was dehydrated so I looked around the room, there was a quarter of a pint of Simon's beer left in his glass from the night before and a half of my J₂0 fruit juice left in my glass so I necked that down in one swallow and then pulled a face, my fruit juice didn't taste nearly as good as it did the night before, I was tempted to wash away the taste of the juice with what was left of Simon's beer but didn't want stale beer breath all day, especially as I didn't have access to toothpaste or tooth brush so I discounted that idea.

I crept out of bed and took the fastest shower in my life. I didn't have a suitcase and didn't want to screw up my nice new frock so I put all my new clothes back on and threw my old clothes into the carrier bag that my new clothes came in. I took the fifty pound note and crept out of the room without waking Simon up. Before I left the hotel room, I stole Simon's mobile phone, I didn't know what he wanted the sexy pictures of me for but I was sure it wasn't to keep John happy in his cell.

I turned up in the court waiting room at nine-thirty, there were already a few witnesses from various trials in the room, it was definitely a different day to yesterday, yesterday I was totally ignored all day, today, within five minutes I was hit on by two men.

At ten o'clock one of the lawyers came into the room, I recognised him from yesterday, he had been in and out of the waiting room all day and he spoke to no one all day. I saw him look at me, do a double take and then he came over to me, "Are you Mrs Clarke?"

I nodded my head. The lawyer turned out to be Peter Baker, John's defence barrister, he had walked past me a dozen times the day before when I was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, without saying a word to me but today, when I was dressed like an upmarket whore, he singled me out to speak to me.

We were discussing why Peter thought that John's case had been pulled from the docket the day before as more people started to arrive and take up the various uncomfortable seats in the waiting room, they were getting close to us, close enough to overhear our conversation so Peter suggested that we move to one of the defence solicitors private offices so that they could talk to their witnesses or clients, "There is privacy in there, the seats are a lot more comfortable and we get biscuits with our tea or coffee."

I let Peter guide me to the office that had been assigned to him, it had an oak desk at one end of the room, two comfortable leather sofas on opposite sides of a coffee table at the other. I was invited to sit on the leather sofa backing onto the wall while Peter went to the canteen to collect coffee and biscuits.

Peter returned and placed a tray on the coffee table and he sat opposite me, I realised instantly that my knees were too high, higher than my bottom, I watched as the grin spread across Peter's face, his eyes scanning a line just below my knees. I couldn't lower my legs because of the coffee table, I saw the bulge in the front of his trousers grow. I'd been off of the dating market for too long, I'd forgotten just how voracious most men's sexual appetite was. I could have lifted my bottom slightly and pushed the sides of my dress under my thighs and cut off Peter's view, he would easily have been able to see from below that I was wearing stockings rather than tights under my dress.

Peter's chat started to get a little less official, he wasn't supposed to tell anyone a snippet of information that he had from yesterday, he started with, "I'm not supposed to tell you this but the case was held over yesterday because of some last minute information on the gun found in your husband's possession...I don't know exactly what it is but it seems that the people at Crown Prosecutions feel that the gun issue might trump the drugs charge...this case might be dropped from the list here in Middlesbrough and get moved down to London, it might even be heard in the Old Bailie.

That would be a worrying development, the Old Bailie was only used for the worst kinds of cases, "The good news if there were any at all is that if the case gets moved to London, John will be moved to a prison closer to home for you, you'll be able to visit him in prison more easily!"

I relaxed into my cup of coffee and the conversation became a little more personal, Peter said, "John is lucky to be married to you, he will really appreciate seeing you dressed like you are, it will give him a big morale boost. I've been in prisoner's cells where their comfort pictures of their wives or girlfriends do look as sexy as you do now!"

It was triggering what Simon had been telling me about prisoners pictures and the fact that he wanted to take some pictures of me for John to keep him company on the long lonely nights in his prison cell but I played dumb and asked Peter what a comfort picture was.

"Well, just something nice to look at while they look after their needs for themselves!"

I gave him a questioning look.

"You must realise that a man who is locked up without female company is going to end up masturbating a lot, some men do it to themselves every single day, a lovely sexy picture will really help to oil the wheels!"

I changed my questioning look to a shocked one as I said, "But I thought that there were always two men to a cell!"

Peter laughed, "There usually is, two or more men to a cell, even the most heterosexual man in the world will turn to another man for sexual relief, often sharing their comfort pictures around other men for tobacco or sexual favours. I knew one prisoner who managed to get a photograph of his wife in a bikini and he rents that picture out for three cigarettes a night and he rents it out most nights."

I looked at Peter's feet because I realised that I was watching his cock growing for far too long...just like I could see that he was looking under the hem of my dress, he could see exactly where my eyes were focussing as I sat opposite him.

I admitted that one of John's friends had suggested that I take a sexy photograph of myself for John to look at when he was alone in his cell.

Peter smiled at that admission, "How were you planning to get a sexy picture of yourself to John in prison Mrs Clarke?"

I shrugged my shoulders, "I hadn't thought about that, John's friend didn't say that it might be difficult, I guess that I assumed that I could take the picture in to him when I visited him in prison or send it through the mail."

Peter shook his head, "Anything that you take in for John during a visit would be checked by the warders on duty and they would probably confiscate anything that they thought was too rude and if a photograph goes through the Royal Mail, it could be reported, you aren't allowed to send obscene photographs through the mail and again, if they weren't that erotic, they could still refuse to allow the picture in."

"How do other men get those kinds of pictures in to their husbands?"

"Well, for some men it isn't their first time in prison and they take the pictures in with them, they do get them confiscated but are allowed to appeal to the governor for permission to get their pictures back...if the picture isn't too explicit they will probably get it back. Some prisoners or their wives make friends with a member of their husband's legal team and get the pictures smuggled in that way!"

As Peter said that, he smiled and nodded his head and that I took to mean that if I was friendly with him, he might be willing to smuggle something into John for me.

Peter was called out of the room and while I was alone I looked at Simon's phone, I turned it on, it was a little beat up, looked much older than it actually was, when the screen came on I was asked for a key code to open the phone, and as I didn't have the code I decided to take the sim card, the memory card and the battery out of the phone and dump all four parts in four different bins. I prised the back off of the phone and a small slip of paper fell onto my lap. The paper had a four digit number on it so I switched the phone back on and tried that number in when asked for the key code and it worked.

I checked the gallery and found all of the photographs that Simon had taken of me but I got a shock as well, just before Simon told me that John was there with us in the room, he stood his phone up against the large mirror and left it filming us as he fucked me.

I deleted everything after the posed pictures of me in my underwear and then I removed the battery, just in case Simon or his boss could track the phone on one of the 'Find My Phone.com' type apps.

Peter returned to the room, "Bad news I'm afraid Mrs Clarke, the gun that they found in the boot of the car that your husband was driving had been used in a drugs related shooting in Lewisham that resulted in two deaths so John's case is being transferred to one of the main London courts, he is being arrested at this moment on suspicion of the double murder on the tenth of June."

"What time on the tenth of June?"

"It was eleven o'clock in the evening."

"John was at a drinking den in Northampton until midnight on the tenth of June...someone there must be able to give him an alibi!"

"What is the club called?"

"I think it is called Kingston's club!"

Peter nodded his head, "I'll be going down to the cells in a minute to consult with John before he is moved to his new prison, would you like to give him a message?"

"Well, you could ask him if he would like a photograph of me for the wall of his cell!"

No, I mean would you like to give him a message, I'll film you on my mobile phone and play it to John when we're alone...it'll be nice for him to see how much of an effort you put into looking nice for him!"

Peter filmed me as I told John how much I loved him and missed him, as I was talking to him, I was conscious that Peter was not only filming my face as I was talking, he was moving around, showing a glimpse of my cleavage and the lace covering my bra cups and slightly longer shots of my knees, I wasn't certain but I think that Peter managed to show a little of my stocking tops as well on the film but I didn't mind because Peter was going to show the film to my husband in the next few minutes.

Peter left me on my own in his office again but I wasn't alone for long. Another lawyer entered the room, he gave me a startled look and apologised, "I'm sorry, I saw the barrister leave and thought that the room would be empty for a few minutes and I needed a quiet place to study my case notes..." he pointed at the tray on the coffee table, "...can I get you a fresh cup of coffee darling?"

I looked at my cup and then I nodded my head, "Yes please."

He disappeared but he left his brief case on the desk. On his return, he got a folder out of his briefcase and instead of sitting at the desk to read through his case notes, he sat on the sofa opposite me, he gave me a smile and then he said, "They always look after visiting Barristers, they get all the look, the court clerk always tries to find them an office and they get the prettiest witnesses too..." he chuckled, "...my witness today is a sixty year old rough sleeper who needs a bath, that's why I won't be talking to him in a small room like this."

There was a lot of flirting until Peter came back into the room, there was a handshake between the two legal-eagles and then the local man left us to go and check on his rough sleeping witness.

Peter came back into the room and the other lawyer was about to leave but Peter told him that he was finished with the room so he might as well stop there as long as he needed it.

As we started to leave the room, Peter asked me if I was okay to get home, I looked at my ticket, "I don't think so, my ticket was a day saver return so I can't use it to get home today, I'll have to find a bus or something."

Peter said, "That will cost you..." he was checking his mobile phone, "...let me see, the next bus to Northampton is five minutes past two and will get you into Northampton at nine-thirty..." he gave a low whistle, "...and it's fifty pounds, that's a hell of a price for a bus ticket. Look, I'm going south, I can easily go down the 'A1' as far as far as Peterborough and then use the 'A45' to cross country to the 'M1', that road goes right through Northampton, you'll be home in just three hours, rather than seven and a half!"

"I couldn't ask you to do that."

He smiled at me, "I know...and I shouldn't offer but if we both do something wrong, they might just cancel each other out!"

I laughed at his comment.

And then he said, "Anyway...John recorded a message for me to show you but I couldn't show it to you in the court building, you could watch it as I drive you home."

So, I accepted the lift home from Peter and anyway, it would save me fifty quid on a bus ticket that I could ill afford.

Once we got into Peter's car, he handed me his phone to watch John's reply to my video message, the main difference between my message to John and his reply to me was that John had held the phone himself so the camera was fixed on his face where Peter had moved around showing John views over most of my body as I spoke to him.

John thanked me for dressing up so nicely for him and for me letting Peter show me off a little to him while I left him my message. There was a sly wink from John and he said, "Perhaps when I get out...you'll finally let me film you a few times."

There were a few pleasantries and John finished off with two final points, one was that he would love a few glamorous photographs of me and that if I was 'Nice' to Peter, he would help to get the photographs in to him..."Peter told me that you lost your job at the supermarket, if you have any trouble getting another job, go to Kingston's club, talk to Victor Kingston and see if he has anything that he can put your way and tell him that I need some stuff inside as soon as he can arrange it for me!"

John didn't say exactly what he wanted from Victor Kingston or what help Victor could give me in my search for employment, that was left unsaid but I assumed that it probably had something to do with drugs...I was reasonably sure that the driving job that John was doing when he got pinched was something to do with Victor.

I handed Peter his phone back after John's message ended and Peter dropped it into the in-car charger, he looked over at me and smiled, "When I asked John what kind of photograph he would like, he said, 'The more that's on show the better... totally nude would be great!' but he didn't think that you would show off very much in a photograph that he was taking...even less chance if someone like me was taking it!"

Peter's phone rang, the car's hands-free system picked it up, it was a phone call from Middlesbrough's central police force, they asked him to confirm that he had stopped at The Grange Hotel the previous evening. I was a little shocked to hear that we had both stopped overnight at the same hotel.

Peter confirmed that he had spent the night there. There had been some kind if incident and Peter was asked if he could pop in for an interview. Peter lied, he said that he was just driving past Leicester on his way home, he asked if it was important.

"Well sir, we are investigating a suspicious death that occurred at some point last night in the hotel!"

Peter looked thoughtful, "I didn't check in until eleven o'clock and I went straight to bed...I didn't even stop for breakfast this morning...there was no one around when I arrived last night and I had breakfast in bed this morning, I could call into my local police station if you like, I'm in there most days because I'm a barrister!"

The voice on the other end of the phone said that wouldn't be necessary and that he would phone again if he needed more information.

As soon as the call ended Peter gave his dashboard assistant the command to phone Alan Spencer and while the call was being put through he looked over at me, at my knees first and then my chest, "Alan works for the police as a prosecution lawyer, if he doesn't know what's going on he'll find out for me."

I instantly recognised the voice on the other end of the phone as the lawyer that had used Peter's office while Peter was away taking to John, they talked in code about me, Peter grinned at me a few times as they used Latin words and phrases that they knew that the wife of a drugs mule wouldn't understand and the call was ended. "Alan will ask around for me, see what he can find out." as Peter was talking to Alan, I noticed him grow an erection again that he had to move by hand for comfort inside his tight trousers...he'd even given a little groan as he manhandled himself at seventy miles an hour and then, with his flagpole standing to attention, he said, "How long have you been married to John?"

"Just over a year."

He gave my knees another quick look as we overtook a pizza lorry, have you always been faithful to him?"

I discounted last night, Simon had drugged me and Simon was a friend of John's so I blamed him for the fact that I had been fucked last night...at that point my clitoris tingled to remind me that although I had been drugged, Simon was one of the best fucks that I'd had in years...much better than John, so I nodded my head, "Always!"

"That's funny, I got the impression from talking to John that he was the kind of man who would have loved to share you around amongst his friends, especially if he could watch!"

I felt my cheeks blush red, "He would often talk about things like that when he was drunk or at the height of..." I stopped there, was I about to say 'fucking', 'Passion', 'Love making'? I didn't really know which would have sounded better or least tacky so I said nothing more.

"You do realise that the two times that a man is most truthful is when he's pissed and when he is on the edge of his climax, don't you?"

I thought, 'There, that sounded better than the words I thought up, 'The edge of his climax' sounded much better than fucking to me.'

There was an incoming call from Peter's friend Alan, "A thug, down from Newcastle called Simon Campbell was found dead in his hotel room at ten o'clock this morning, the room was booked as a single but there were signs of sex in the room, one of the waiters who served him dinner last night said that he had been into the dock side area and picked up a whore, she was loud and obnoxious and the waiter thought he saw Simon taking her to his room."

Peter looked over towards me, "What do you know about Simon's history?"

"He is one of the few white lads to sell drugs for a gang of Jamaicans drug dealers in the Newcastle area!"

"Do the police suspect foul play?"

"No, so far they think it's a simple case of taking too much cocaine during sex and there were other recreational drugs in his possession that he could have taken as well...one of the more unusual drugs that they found was gamma-hydroxybutyric acid, not the usual ecstasy tablet, this stuff is the real deal, it would be like taking ten usual ecstasy tablets, this stuff wasn't intended to loosen a woman up for sex, this is designed to be like a sexual cosh...I don't think the woman was a whore, she wouldn't have needed the gamma-hydroxybutyric acid, she would have been happy to do it for the cash."

Peter thanked Alan and closed the call by pressing a button on his steering wheel, then his hand dropped to change gear and finally slipped onto my right knee for a moment. Before he let go, he pulled my knee to the right until it was stopped by his gearstick.

I looked down at my lap, because Peter had pulled my legs apart, the bottom hem of my dress had ridden up a little exposing my stocking tops, I could have moved my left leg to close the gap and lower my hem back to its normal place close to my knees but I didn't...in my mind, John had already told me to be nice to Peter for the help that Peter had already given to him.

It had taken a while but it slowly dawned on me that I had spent the night with a man who was now dead, the whore that he had apparently taken to bed last night was actually me, I thought, 'Was Simon actually sleeping when I took my shower this morning or was he already dead before I left the bed?'

I reviewed my internal memory video from last night, after Simon had filled my pussy with his spunk, he had tipped a bag of white powder over my almost bald pussy mound to sniff the white powder up both nostrils and some hours later, there were still signs of that white powder around the outside of his nose as well as inside his nostrils so he probably had died as soon as he took the massive cocaine hit and I had just fallen asleep next to him in bed.

I looked down at my lap again, Peter's hand was back on my leg, he was stroking the reinforced band at the top of my stockings and that was strange because I couldn't actually feel his hand...now either his touch was so light that I wasn't registering it or... another thought came through the treacle in my brain, Alan had said that the gamma-hydroxybutyric acid in Simon's possession was ten times the strength of the recreational tablets that people took to have fun sex at nightclubs or parties so, if as I had assumed, Simon had somehow managed to slip some of that into my Apple and Mango J₂0, I could well still be under its influence and that could explain why I was acting out of character for my normal self.

I didn't even mind as Peter slipped his hand up under the hem of my dress and he started to brush his finger tips over the crotch of my knickers...this time, I did move my left leg, not to close off his access, I moved it further to the left, opening my legs wider apart, causing my dress to ride up higher and exposing the crotch of my knickers and his fingers as he rubbed my pussy through them.

My body was acting on autopilot now, I was rolling my hips slightly, Peter's fingertips were brushing over the cleft at the head of my vaginal opening and by rolling my hips, I was trying to force his finger tips lower, closer to my clitoris, there was a faint memory of the climax that Simon gave me last night when he told me that John was in the room with us but the climax had been dulled in my brain, even though I had seen from my reflection in the mirror that my body was bouncing through a violent orgasm, it just felt 'Nice' in my head, not mind-blowing and now my cunt wanted to feel it again.

We overtook a lorry that was doing sixty miles an hour in the inside lane, Peter looked from my exposed knickers to my face and he grinned at me, "Weren't you worried that the lorry driver might have seen you sitting there like that?"

I looked at Peter and then to my left but by the time I could focus on the window, there was nothing at all to our left, "What lorry...what driver?"

Peter laughed and he started to ease the leg hole on the right hand side of my knickers to the left to give him access to my gash, something at the back of my head was telling me that he was struggling to get to his...or rather...our target, so I lifted my buttocks off of my seat to release the tension on the elastic a little and he finally managed to expose all of my labia, both right hand side as well as the left.

He started to ease the folds of flesh open and found my engorged clitoris which he gently caressed with his fingertips, again, he was being far too gentle for my inner devil and I started humping myself against his fingers harder and harder.

The car's engine was complaining that he was in the wrong gear so he had to move his left hand to go through the gears and most of his attention was taken up watching the traffic already on the roundabout, we were about to join the 'A1' but had to wait our turn, as Peter looked to the right for a gap large enough for him to join the roundabout, he said, almost absentmindedly, "So Sarah, how many men have you let fuck you in your life so far?"

My husband had asked me that same question several times but I'd steadfastly refused to answer him and I would never have dreamed of answering Peter either but I suddenly heard through the treacle in my brain, "I'm not sure, but certainly more than twenty though!"

"How many of them have been since you met John?"

"Just John since..." 'You're lying...what about last night?' 'Shhhh, that doesn't count, Simon told me that John was there and I thought that I was being fucked by John!' "...I met him!"

Peter looked over at me quickly and got hooted by a car behind us because he had just missed an opportunity to get across the roundabout, So...something like nineteen boyfriends in just four years...that's some going Sarah!"

I laughed, "More like seven years!"

Peter gunned his engine and we slithered into a gap that I was sure was too small for us and the driver he cut in front of thought he was too close as well because he tooted at us, "Wow, seven years, you started very young...who took your virginity?"

This was another question that I had never answered to anyone in my life before because it was too embarrassing for me to talk to anyone about but again, instead of my usual answer of...'Mind your own business!", I found myself telling Peter all about my first experience of sex...it was almost as if I had been given a truth drug of some kind.

My sister was only just sixteen years old and she was getting married to a man who was over thirty years old, he was a friend of our father and as he had been around all of our lives me and my sister both knew him very well and felt comfortable around him. When I turned thirteen, I asked for a pedal cycle for my birthday but my father just couldn't afford it so I ended up with a pretty dress, not a new dress, it was what my father called 'Pre-loved', he had bought it from a charity shop for just three pounds. When Christmas came around I asked for a bike again and again was told that my father couldn't afford one, this time I got a makeup set from one of the bargain stores, this time, I think he paid four pounds. I wasn't too disappointed though, at least after buying me a makeup set for my birthday, he couldn't really complain if I actually used it to make my face look prettier. On the morning of New Years Eve, my father told me that now I was thirteen years old, I could look at ways of earning a little money for myself and if I was any good at it, I could buy my own pushbike. "There's nowhere around here that will employ a thirteen year old girl, it's all farm work and farmers want boys because they are stronger and taller than girls...that's why I wanted a bike, I could ride along the cycle path into town and get a job in a shop or something!" I saw my father give me that smile that he usually reserved for when he won a point in some argument or battle, "Sarah darling, you need to think outside the box, you may not be as tall as boys of your age or as strong but you are far prettier...I know plenty of men who would pay you more per hour than any boy will ever earn, just to be nice to them, go out on a date with them, sit on their knees, kiss them a little, laugh at their corny jokes and tell people that you're their girlfriend!" "I'm only thirteen, won't people think it strange that a man would have a thirteen year old girlfriend?" Even back then I hadn't used the argument that having a man give me money just to be nice to him seemed a little immoral to me, all I was worried about was what other people might think of it. My mother came in at that moment so our discussion ended abruptly, mum sat on my father's knee and kissed him a few times, she whispered something into his ear and my father gave me a five pound note and asked me to take it to the local farm to buy a pint of whipping cream for our dinner party later on in the evening. I knew that I was a little early to be going to the farm to buy cream, they would still be processing the fresh milk from their cows, they wouldn't start packaging the cream for at least thirty minutes and they never sold yesterdays cream over the counter in the farm shop, only fresh was good enough for them to sell over the counter to local customers. I was talking to Mick King, he was an assistant dairyman, he was the same age as me, in the same class at the same school but he was a foot taller and he was happy to manhandle the cows in the milking shed, he was strong enough to heave the bales of hay around and he was happy to work in the farm shop as well. Mick told me that the cream would take at least twenty more minutes to go through all of the processing that it had to go through to turn it from raw milk into the grade of cream that I wanted to buy. When I eventually got home with the cream, I could hear my mother baying at the moon...or rather the sun as it was too early in the day for the moon to be out. I knew that my mother and father were doing sex, Beth, my older sister used to ask me if I had heard them doing their sex in the middle of the night sometimes, I had no idea what they had been doing but my mother was very noisy whenever they did it but it was something usually reserved for the middle of the night, not ten thirty in the morning. My mum came into the kitchen in her dressing gown, she was naked under it and her bits and pieces wobbled about all over the place as she moved around the kitchen, I looked for my father to follow her into the kitchen but was told that he had gone straight out to the pub after their little cuddle. Mum had something on her mind, something that she seemed to be having difficulty bringing up, at first I thought she was embarrassed that I'd walked into the house while she and my father were doing sex together but when she finally managed to spit it out, she said, "Sarah darling...can you remember Samuel Rubinstein?" I shook my head at first but then something popped into my head, "Oh! Was he the jeweller from Northampton who had his shop broken into...dad got the job to repair the rear window of the shop and put metal grills over it for him?" Mum nodded her head, "Well, the thing is...Sam has tickets for the event of the season at the Railway Hotel but he needs someone to pretend to be his girlfriend for the evening and he was asking your father if he could take you to the party. Be a good excuse for you to get all dressed up and have a little fun dancing with a lot of different men." I tried to remember what Sam Rubinstein looked like, he was actually a little older than my father but a little more handsome, I would be happy to go to a party with him, happy to sit on his knee and kiss him, even tell his friends that I was his girlfriend. Page 10 The kitchen door suddenly opened, it was my father and he had come home from the pub before closing time...three hours before closing time and that had never happened in his life before. I was in the living room and mum was in the kitchen, I heard my dad whisper, "Sam doesn't want her if she is still a virgin, I'll have to ask Beth to go to the party with him." Mum said, "Beth won't go with him...not now that she's getting married in a few weeks time, it'll just have to be Sarah, you'll have to do something to sort her out!" My father's whisper went a little quieter and I had to strain on ears to the max to overhear what he was saying, "Are you sure that she is still a virgin...I mean Beth had lost her virginity by her thirteenth birthday." Mum came from the kitchen into the living room through the dining room and I saw my father waking from the kitchen's other door, as he walked along the hall to the stairs, he was unbuckling his belt and as he started up the stairs, he was pulling his fly down. Mother said, "Sarah, are you still a virgin?" I gave her a mixture of a shocked look as well as a confused one but didn't answer her. "Have you ever been with a boy...let a boy do things to you?" I shook my head, our school was officially a co-ed school, boys and girls all taught in the same classes but outside the classroom, we were kept totally separate, the boys had a playground on the right of the school and the girls had one on the left of the main school, even our sports fields were separate as well so there was a lack of chance for girls to ever meet boys in anything like privacy. Mum looked disappointed, she had that look on her face that said, 'She's no daughter of mine!', "You'd better get off up to see your father...he needs to sort you out before tonight!" I walked up to my parents bedroom, the door was wide open and my father was sitting on the side of his bed, pulling his trousers and underpants off. I turned my back on him and apologised for catching him taking his trousers off. He came up behind me and I saw his shirt dropped to the bedroom floor at my side, I quickly looked over my shoulder, he was totally naked, his cock stood out from his body like a flagpole, the knob on its end bright red and angry looking. He pulled the bottom hem of my t-shirt out of the waistband of my jeans, "Lift your arms Sarah!" I put my arms up above my head and he pulled my t-shirt up over my head and dropped it on top of his own shirt on the floor. Mum suddenly appeared in front of me in the bedroom door, she gave me an awkward smile, more like a grimace as my father unfastened my bra and pulled that out of the way. As my breasts came into view, my mother turned her back and she went into the bathroom and started to run a bath. My dad pulled me over to his bed and he sat me on the edge of the bed, "Have you ever given a boy a blow job Sarah?" I shook my head, he rubbed his fist from his balls up to his cockhead, "Open your mouth, I'll teach you how to give a boy a blow job." I quickly got the idea and sucked his cock for ten minutes...I was still following his instructions when my mother came into the room, "Stop playing John, her bath is ready, get on with it!" I was pulled to my feet and while my father took my jeans and knickers down, my mother stripped the covers off of the bed and she covered the bottom sheet with a large bath towel. I was pushed down onto my back on the towel and my father pushed my knees wide apart and he knelt on the bed between my legs, "And this is how a man can perform oral sex on a woman but don't expect it to happen very often, most men say that they like doing it but very few actually do it, they prefer to just get down to fucking as quickly as possible. He started licking deep into my vagina and massaged my clitoris with the tip of his tongue. He gave me my first ever orgasm and while I was still gasping for breath, he jumped up the bed, his lips covered mine as his cock punched deep into my body. I screamed into his mouth as his cock ripped my body in two. Page 11 I'd never known anything so fast as the movement of my dad's body on top of mine, he was like an Olympic athlete trying to beat the four minute mile. He suddenly stopped pumping into me, he bellowed out loud and then collapsed on top of me, his body jerking and spasming as his spunk fired off into my body. Mum walked over to my father and pushed his body off of mine and she dragged me off of their bed, I started to panic when I saw that my father's abdomen was covered in blood but before I could look down at myself to see just how much damage my father had done with his cock to my body. I was dragged into the bathroom and dumped into a saltwater bath, I sat there startled and bewildered as my mother used a turkey baster to flush my vagina out with salt water. I screamed all over again as the saltwater hit my torn hymen. I was left for thirty minutes to let the saltwater soak into my fanny before my father joined me in the bath to wash his own body clean, he said, "There's only one more way that you can use your body to please a man and that is anal sex but I'll let you work that out for yourself." Mum helped me out of the bath and she dried me off before taking me back to her bedroom, I was pushed down onto my back again, my knees lifted and pushed against my chest, mum parted my labia and she forced a large lump of petroleum jelly deep inside my pussy to help soothe the ragged edge of my torn hymen and then she did something that surprised me, she got one of her tampons out and she inserted that into my vagina to hold the petroleum jelly in place. "When you go out on your date with Samuels, he will give your father twenty-five pounds for the date, if you make him happy, he will give you a present, the happier that you make him, the better the present will be. Put on a good performance of being his girlfriends in front of his friends and you might get a little future interest from them for future parties!" I was packed off to my bed to have a few hours sleep before my mother would help me to get ready for my date and while I rested in my bed, mum and dad fucked each other all over again.

Peter looked over at me again, "So, your first time ever was with your father and your mother was right there watching you?"

I nodded my head, "I'm not proud of that part of my life, I don't know why I've just told you all about it, I've never told anyone about it in my life before."

"And did Samuel give you a present after your date?"

I grinned at him and nodded my head, "Before he picked me up, my mother gave me a few tips on how to approach looking after a man like Samuel's needs, she told me not to wait for him to approach me, as soon as I got in the car, she told me to kiss him and to put my hand on his cock through his trousers and to play with his cock all the way to the hotel...make sure that I made him certain that I was there to do whatever he wanted to do to me for as long as he wanted to do it. I spent the whole night with him doing everything but anal sex with him, for him and to him and when he took me home he gave me fifty pounds to buy myself something nice, my dad gave me the other twenty five pounds as well so after just one date, I had enough money to buy a bike for myself."

Peter looked thoughtful for a moment as we built up our speed on the motorway, he looked over at me again and he said, "So...your first time was incest with your own father and your second time was..."

He had a slightly uncomfortable look on his face so I finished his sentence off for him, "...an act of prostitution!"

His pained expression lightened into a smile and he nodded his head, "So, were the twenty or so other men all paying customers before John?"

I shook my head, "I never counted those men as lovers, they were just paying customers, the twenty or so that I count were all boyfriends, the paying customers were just on special occasions...you know, some sad geek with more money than sense and no girlfriend wanting a pretty date on his arm to go to a party and I'd be there for a hundred pounds, only five or six a year until I met John."

"Did you do any men for money after you met John?"

I shook my head, "God no...John never even knew that I was a part time sex worker. I think that if he had known anything about that side of my previous life, he would have just stopped working all together and promoted me to a full time sex worker!"

Peter laughed, "In John's message to you on my phone earlier, he mentioned that he wanted you to go to see Victor Kingston at his club to see if he had any work for you to do, the only work that Victor has to offer anyone is selling drugs, stripping, delivering drugs for others to sell or working in one of the back rooms of the club as a prostitute and John needs drugs taken into prison for him, he probably needs about a thousand pounds worth of drugs, could you make that kind of money without selling your body?"

I shook my head, "I had no idea that he took so many drugs."

"What you have to remember is that out here on the street, a hit of cocaine costs around fifteen to twenty pounds but inside, it will cost more than double but John will know that if he can get more than he needs, he can sell some of it on for a profit."

We settled in to a steady seventy miles an hour with little or no traffic in front of us and Peter returned to playing with my pussy.

When we got to my house Peter asked me if he could come in for a coffee, I knew that he didn't want a coffee, he wanted a fuck, "You can come in so long as you take a few photographs for John and take them to him the next time you go in to see him."

Click isabella-30-uk@hotmail.co.uk if you would like to comment on this, or any other story by Isabella.