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Scarlet O'Harlot Part 3
by Isabella

Story Code: M/F, MM/F, Anal, Prostitution, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism

John had arranged to meet Paul Gamble at a pub close to their depot at six o'clock on Monday evening, but Paul turned up at John's house at five o'clock. Vicky had started work at the DIY warehouse that morning at seven thirty and she'd spent the whole day, all eight hours of her shift, in the warehouse, lugging loads off of trucks and making up orders for customers to collect from the shop area.

Vicky spotted Paul's van driving down the street and had the presence of mind to send John a text message, just simply, 'Check bed-cam!'

Vicky took Paul straight up to the spare bedroom, they both stripped totally naked and climbed on the bed together. Vicky had worked hard all day and was very tired but she still positioned her body so that it could be clearly seen by the tiny spy camera mounted inside the recessed light fitting in the ceiling, she smiled when she saw the little red light flashing slowly just inside the light's housing, that red flashing indicator meant that John had logged into the camera's wi-fi node and he was watching as Vicky and Paul fucked. Vicky put on a damned good show for the camera, after all, this would be the first video on her new sex camera's set up, a cheap PC hidden in the loft that recorded every moment that the camera was active.

Victoria put on a bloody good job fucking with Paul, it took her seventy-five minutes to finally get Paul off so it was already fifteen minutes after Paul should have met John in the pub, Paul had rolled away from Vicky as he panted for breath following his Olympic marathon fuck effort with her as his phone rang, Paul whispered, "It's John, almost as if he knew that we were finished!"

Paul accepted the call, "John mate, I'm sorry I'm late, I'm still at work the other side of Kettering so I won't be able to join you in the pub for a drink, my misses will kill me when I get home as it is."

Paul got dressed, all Vicky did was pull a t-shirt dress over her head that hardly covered her arse but then she doubted if she would still be wearing it in twenty minutes time anyway, after watching her fucking for over an hour, John would be eager to get her into bed as soon as they got home!"

When John got home, the first thing he did was show Vicky that he had been to the wholesalers to buy a bulk pack of condoms, "We have a gross of condoms, you can start working as soon as you want, I told Edwin that you were thinking of starting up as a sex worker, working from home so that you won't have that early morning slog into work when you're on early shift and the late nights when you're on your week of late shifts...I wouldn't be surprised if Edwin isn't your first customer!"

Vicky laughed, "No darling, you will always be my first customer!"

As Vicky and John fucked in the master bedroom, there was a knock at the front door, Vicky said, "Who the hell is that, it's nine o'clock!"

John looked out of the bedroom window, "I don't know who it is, I don't recognise the car or the man, I haven't seen him around here before!"

Vicky pulled her dress back on, John offered to go down and see what the man wanted, Vicky laughed, "He's not likely to be here looking for you darling!"

Vicky opened the front door, and she said, "Can I help you?"

The man looked to be in his late fifties and he said, "I'm looking for Victoria Clarke...erm, Edwin gave me this address and he said that you might have just started up a new line of business enterprise here and that you might be looking for new customers!"

Victoria pondered what her reaction should be, they had the room all set up for her new business venture, John had got the condoms and the camera was set up in the spare bedroom so she said, "Edwin was right, I wasn't actually planning on starting tonight but I can't see why not!"

Victoria stepped back out of the doorway to allow the man to enter the house but he stopped where he was, "Edwin thought that you would be charging one hundred pounds for straight sex!"

Victoria nodded her head, "One hundred pounds for sex with a condom and I won't have sex with a customer without a condom!"

"How about extras?"

Vicky said, "What kind of extras?"

The man stepped into the house, "Well, things like anal sex...dressing up...role-play?"

Vicky directed the man to the stairs, "Top of the stairs, first door on the left opposite the bathroom. I'm happy with those kinds of things but no pain...either way, no mess or blood either!"

As he climbed the stairs he told Vicky that his name was Clive but that he would like her to call him daddy or father while he was there. He stopped at the top of the stairs and pointed to a door on the right hand side of the hallway, "Is there someone in that room?"

"My husband...we were about to have sex before you knocked on the front door!"

Clive looked a little shocked, "I'm sorry, you should have told me that you weren't free!"

Vicky shook her head, "It's my business now, John has to get used to me getting called away from his bed..." Vicky could see that Clive looked a little uncomfortable, "...I can see that you're uneasy, would you like to meet?"

Clive looked even more shocked now, he shook his head, "No, that's fine, Edwin told me that I could trust you and your husband...I'm just not used to the husband being home when I'm conducting business!"

They got their cash transaction over with as soon as they stepped into the bed room, Vicky spotted a slight problem as she dropped one hundred pounds into the drawer in her bedside cabinet, if Clive had been her second or third customer of the day, there could be several hundred pounds in that drawer and by the nature of the beast, men using prostitutes weren't necessarily the most honest members of society, she would need a more secure place to keep her money during work hours.

Vicky said, "Would you like me to undress you, undress myself. I can't do much of a striptease, I only have this t-shirt dress on!"

Clive told her that he would like her to undress him and as Vicky took her time undressing him, he outlined what his particular kink was:

"I have a daughter who is around your age Vicky, I've had sexual feelings for her all of her life but I've managed to control myself...well, with her at any rate but when she was younger, I used to use very young prostitutes in Vietnam or Bangkok and as she got older I matched her age with the girls that I used to get rid of my sexual itch.

"I'd like to give you a replica of my daughter's school uniform and a blond wig, when I visit you, I'd like you to be dressed as my daughter and we can have sex while you pretend that I'm your father and I'll pay you one hundred and fifty pounds for the hour!"

They eventually got down to sex on the bed, Clive was a slow and lethargic lover until Victoria started to pretend to be his daughter Helen, calling Clive daddy and begging him not to tell her mummy and then Clive started fucking her like a stallion until he filled the condom and he didn't seem to want to stop even though his cock deflated almost instantly, Victoria had to shake him off of her to get the filled condom out of her cunt before its content started to leak into her body.

Clive rolled upright and picked up his underpants, Vicky said, "You don't have to leave right now, we can have a little cuddle before you go, get to know each other a little...you have paid for an hour after all."

Clive was telling Vicky that she was the most unusual whore that he had ever met, in fact, from his very extensive knowledge of the subject, most prostitutes didn't really like men at all and all they were interested in was getting paid for spending the least amount of time with their customer. As that part of the conversation went on, Vicky heard the doorbell ring, John ran down the stairs to answer the door and she heard John say, "Vicky's with him at the moment I think...you can come in and wait if you like mate!"

Clive was kissing Vicky's ear and he said, "Looks like you have another customer already...I'd better go, I told my wife that I was just popping down the pub for a swift half and that was over two hours."

Vicky pulled her t-shirt dress over her head, she already had a good idea who her second paying customer was going to be just from John's reaction on the doorstep, she guessed that her caller was Edwin. She stopped with Clive until he was dressed and then she walked him down to the front door and stood on the doorstep until Clive had driven away in an unusual car, it was a vintage...or was that veteran nineteen sixties Rover 'P5' but while around half of those cars were made in black and the other half in a military green colour, Clive's car was a deep rich purple, traditionally a royal colour in Europe, for many century's, a commoner could face imprisonment or even death for owning something made in that colour.

Vicky closed the front door and went looking for John, she walked through the living room and into the kitchen where John and Edwin were sitting at the kitchen table drinking beer when Vicky walked in, she sat on John's lap and took a sip from his glass. John said, "Edwin really wanted to be your first paying customer but his friend beat him to you!"

Vicky kissed John and said, "Well, Edwin can be my second paying customer!"

John returned her kiss, "I wasn't sure that you'd feel like taking on a second customer after working for eight hours in the DIY warehouse already today darling!"

Vicky shook her head, "I'll always have time for Edwin!"

Edwin jumped into the conversation, "I was hoping to negotiate a ten percent discount for sending Clive to you...even if he did 'Bird dog' me and get here first!"

Vicky kissed John again and turned to look Edwin in the eye, "I'll give you twenty-five percent discount if you'll allow John to come up to the bedroom with us and watch!"

That caused a massive grin to cross Edwin's face, he loved getting a generous discount, almost as much as he liked fucking a woman while her husband watched him!

The three of them climbed the stairs to the bedroom at exactly ten o'clock in the evening, Edwin stripped off as soon as he got inside the bedroom, Vicky only had the one item of clothing so she was naked before she even walked through the door. Vicky climbed on the bed and Edwin knelt between her thighs while she rolled the condom down his cock, he was so fat and so long down there that even at full stretch, the condom could only cover the top half of his cock.

Edwin lunged forward and nailed Vicky in one rapid movement, knocking the wind out of her body and causing a groan of pleasure to escape with the air from her lungs. Edwin was fucking her hard when he looked over at John standing there rubbing his own cock through his trousers, "Why don't you strip off and join us here John...Vicky loves sucking cocks, she'll love sucking you while I'm fucking her!"

So John stripped off too and joined the party on the bed. Vicky sucked John's cock while Edwin lifted his upper body away from Vicky's to give John a better view down the length of her body as he fucked her so that John could see the full length and thickness of his massive cock ramming in and out of her body.

Edwin told Vicky not to get John off with her mouth so she spat it out of her mouth as she had John so close to his climax already. Edwin told John to slip into a nice warm comfortable condom and as John knee-walked away from Vicky's head, Edwin slipped his arms under her shoulders and rolled over onto his back, pulling her on top of him. Edwin watched as John rolled the condom down his cock, the latex roll reached his balls but there was still a mile of latex left in the roll.

Edwin slid his hands down from her shoulder blades to her buttocks and pulled her bum cheeks apart, "Come over here John and slip your cock in her arse mate!"

Edwin used his full hour to the maximum, once John had filled his condom up Vicky's bottom, Edwin rolled her back onto her back and he rode her hard, holding off his own orgasm back until the clock clicked over to eleven o'clock. Vicky and John didn't bother getting dressed, they didn't even bother to go down the stairs with Edwin, they let him see himself out so they could have one last fuck before bed.

Vicky and John both got up at six o'clock, John had a job in Leicester so he needed to leave early to get ahead of the rush hour traffic and Vicky was on her early shift at the DIY warehouse so she had to be at work by seven thirty to make up customers orders before the shop area opened at eight o'clock. When Vicky drove to work, she left the village and turned to the left onto the 'A5' because turning left only took a few seconds but turning to the right could take two or three...days... due to the heavy traffic heading north out of London and Milton Keynes. She got a half a mile quite easily and then ran into trouble, the telephone engineers had breached a six inch thick water pipe, one of the main fresh water feeds into Northampton and there was about a million gallons of water an hour causing a fountain in the middle of the road so Vicky had to turn around and drive north past her village turn again and take the other route into Northampton.

The news came on at seven o'clock and there was a news item about the parent company of the firm that she worked for being in a little difficulty and that they were looking to restructure their property portfolio. Vicky felt relatively safe because the warehouse that she worked in was wholly owned by the company and so it wasn't a part of their rental portfolio but when she got to work, she spotted an 'A4' sheet of printed paper stuck to the inside of the door to the shop proclaiming that the shop wouldn't open until eight thirty today because of a staff meeting.

Vicky clocked in at exactly seven thirty so she wouldn't incur any penalty in her pay packet, as she placed her time card in the slot to show that she was in work, she noticed that every time card was in the at-work slot, even the late shift workers.

She went into the staff room and found it full of all of the workers from both shifts.

The store manager apologised but he had a little bad news. The DIY warehouse wasn't under threat of closure but they did have their share of pain to absorb, "I'm sorry to have to do this but I have to make two staff redundant, this will be done by negotiation..."

Vicky butted in, "I'm sorry Mr Deacon but I'd like to be considered for redundancy please!"

That caused her boss to cough and splutter a little and while he was still off balance, Sid Waterman, the stores oldest employee and very close to retirement put his hand up as well, "I've only got five years left before I retire, I'd like to request redundancy as well sir!"

Mr Deacon called an end to the meeting and sent the late shift workers home to return later at their usual starting time while he contacted his head office to see what to do about the situation that he found himself in.

Vicky started working, it was a little late to make up all of the pre-ordered stock but the shop opened on time so the fewest customers were delayed and the counter staff were calling out customer's names as they turned up so that their orders could be filled out first.

At ten o'clock Mr Deacon came over to Vicky, "You have three week's holiday outstanding and you have been categorised as an 'A1' category employee because you have worked here for eleven years and you are under fifty years old so you will qualify for the maximum redundancy payout, three weeks pay for every year you've worked here, that's better than the government minimum!"

Vicky said, "Wow, that's great, thirty three weeks pay...when can I go?"

"As soon as you have a new job or in three month's time, whichever comes first!"

Vicky smiled, she thought, 'Well, it isn't actually a job buttttt!', "I can start my new job today...I've already started working from home, now I'll be able to do that work for forty hours a week rather than just an hour a day!"

She saw a deflated look on Mr Deacon's face, "Well, you can leave today, right now in fact but it will alter the terms of your redundancy!"

Vicky said, "That'll be fine, I would rather leave right away."

She walked into Mr Deacon's office with him, he had made it seem that she would be disadvantaged because she was leaving early but she was about to hand in her notice to do prostitution work anyway and she would have quite happily left with nothing to show for it at all.

She saw him scribbling on a notepad, "Right, so head office will transfer thirty-three weeks pay for your redundancy, three weeks for your outstanding holiday pay and thirteen weeks for payment in lieu of notice...that makes forty-nine weeks pay straight into your bank, you will end up paying more in National insurance and the tax man will take twenty percent but you could get some or all of that back if you earn below the tax threshold in your next job!"

Before leaving the DIY warehouse, Vicky became a customer, she bought a steel outdoor letter box with a sturdy lock on the front to use as a drop box safe to put her customer's payment in, it was only thirty pounds and she got twenty percent staff discount as well. The letter box was designed to be fixed onto the external wall of a house but it would work just as well screwed to the bedroom wall above the bedside table and screwing something to the wall was something Vicky could handle for herself with all of her DIY knowledge from eleven years working in the trade. Vicky was served by Tom, a man a few years older than her and rumour around the warehouse was that Tom often used prostitutes for his sexual needs so as he was serving her, she asked him about it...you know the kind of thing, 'I've heard all these rumours and now that I'm leaving, I just wanted to know if it was true?' kind of thing.

What Vicky heard from Tom was that he paid one hundred and fifty pounds but he never got more than fifteen minutes, the girls in Kettering didn't like men at all, they didn't even let him undress and they were never fully naked, they just encouraged him to get off as quickly as possible and get out of the door, their next customer would be waiting outside the door for their turn to go in for their turn.

Vicky said, "Wow, that's a high hourly rate, up to six hundred pounds an hour!"

Tom shook his head, "What you have to remember is, the Russians that are controlling the girls only let them keep ten pounds a customer so they get between thirty and forty pounds an hour...still not bad compared to my ten pounds an hour in here!"

Vicky drove out of the car park at ten thirty and she drove straight to the local Tesco supermarket where she spent twenty-five pounds of real money for a pay as you go phone with a five pound credit on the sim card. She was warned that any calls made from the phone would cost a minimum of fifty pence per minute so the five pounds would last ten minutes or less.

"Well, I won't be making many calls on the phone hopefully, I'm only buying the phone to keep in my car for emergencies!"

The shop assistant made a supplementary warning, "You'll have to make at least one chargeable call from the phone every six months or the phone provider will cancel the sim card and you'll have to buy a new card with a different phone number on it as the number on your sim will be recycled in the system!"

Vicky had paid cash for the mobile phone so that there would be no way for anyone to trace who owned it, Vicky didn't know exactly how she would use it in her new business venture but she knew that she would need a way for customers to get in contact with her that couldn't be traced...prostitution wasn't illegal in the UK but some of the aspects of arranging customers were illegal and she didn't want to fall foul of any of those.

By the time Vicky had mounted the steel letterbox on the wall of her office it was lunch time so she ate her pre-prepared work sandwiches that John had made for her at six thirty that morning while she was in the shower.

After her lunch, Vicky settled down with a coffee in front of her computer and started up the Lactodorum chat room, dedicated to and limited by technology to people living within a ten miles radius of the centre of Towcester Town. Vicky spotted that someone had started a new forum on the chat room, the forum was called 'Stress Relief' by a user with the name, 'Born to Win'.

The first thread on the forum was, 'Born to Win' - 'Had a great night's sleep last night, I had a relaxation massage therapy before I went to bed last night!'

Vicky read through several messages from people, one chatter, 'A-5 Stud' posted, 'I've tried it before but it never worked for me!'

The next message in the thread was, 'Born to Win' - 'Did you get a happy ending from the 'masseuse?'

'A-5 Stud' - 'OH...that kind of stress relief!'

Vicky smiled at herself as she read through the thirty message exchanges.

'Is the woman local?'

'How can I get in touch with her?'

'What does she charge?'

The final message exchange was, 'Born to Win' - 'She's new to the game but she does live local, close enough to get online in this chat room, I'm not sure when she will be working next but when she does, she charges one hundred pounds for an hour!'

And, 'A-5 Stud' - 'Is that a straight massage with a happy ending by hand...or?'

'Born to Win' - 'I'll send you details through private message but it was much better than just a massage with a helping hand at the end Stud!'

Well, Born to Win could have been Clive but then again, Vicky knew that Edwin loved to win at every game he played and 'Win' was part of his first name.

Vicky sent a private message to Born to Win, it was simple, 'Are you Edwin?"

'Born to Win' - 'Scarlet O'Harlot' Are you playing hooky from school because of your late night last night Vicky?"

'Scarlet O'Harlot' - 'Born to Win' No, I was made redundant at work this morning and I'm already at home!

'Born to Win' - 'Scarlet O'Harlot' Pity I didn't know earlier, I could have sent you ten men today if I had known you were home and open for business.

'Scarlet O'Harlot' - 'Born to Win' Yes, I could have started my business proper today if I had a few customers.

'Born to Win' - 'Scarlet O'Harlot' You need a way of customers contacting you.

'Scarlet O'Harlot' - 'Born to Win' I got an untraceable mobile phone today, the number is 07944-...

'Born to Win' - 'Scarlet O'Harlot' Got that...can I start handing that number out to my friends from now?

'Scarlet O'Harlot' - 'Born to Win' The phone is on charge at the moment but sure, hand the number out to anyone that you like!

Vicky was still messaging Edwin when the new mobile phone rang, she picked it up but had to bend down a little because the charging cable was too short.

"Hello..."

"Is that Scarlet?"

It threw Victoria off a little until she looked at her computer screen and spotted her screen name in the message chain, "Yes it is...how can I help you?"

"I've been told that you give therapeutic massage for one hundred pounds, is that true?"

"Yes it is."

"Erm...is it extra for a happy ending?"

"No, the ending is into the price, a thirty minute massage with a happy ending!"

Vicky wanted to give men good value for money but if the small town whores were charging up to six hundred pounds an hour, she had to rethink her pricing strategy from one hundred pounds an hour to thirty minutes but she would only make one appointment an hour so that she could clean up between customers, she couldn't imagine the smell from a woman servicing four men an hour without a break and she didn't want to live like that

"Are you still there Scarlet?"

"Sorry...yes, I was just a little distracted for a moment."

"I said, I'm in the area now, is there any chance of you fitting me in for a massage right now?"

Vicky gave him her address and told him to pull up onto the drive when he got there and then Vicky got ready for work, she stripped off totally and then pulled on a cheap and nasty nylon 'Lab-coat' that had six press stud poppers holding the front closed and she waited for her customer, 'John Smith' to turn up.

While she was waiting, she took another call on her mobile phone from another John, she gave him an appointment for three o'clock, an hour's time.

She greeted John Smith at the front door with a kiss that visibly shocked John and then she took him up to her clinic...or, office...or, workspace, whatever she was going to call the back bedroom of her house.

John said, "What kind of massage do you give Scarlet?"

Vicky laughed, "I don't know how to massage anyone, it's just straight sex for half an hour for your one hundred pounds!"

He grinned at her, "Well that suits me...I hate to be massaged anyway but I do like fucking women!"

Vicky held out her hand and he placed her money in it, she posted the money through the letter slot in the post box screwed to the wall at the side of the bed, John said, "Good security system...where do you keep the key?"

"My husband has the key but he's out at the moment!"

He smiled and nodded his head, "Very secure!"

They stood looking at each other, Vicky broke the silence, "Would you like me to undress you...it's your half hour!"

John stripped off quickly but Vicky beat him, after all, all she had to do was pull the front of her lab-coat open and she was naked.

John laughed and shook his head, "It's been a long time since I've had a whore totally naked in bed waiting for me!"

Vicky rolled his condom down his cock, he was about average size compared to her vast experience of lovers. They started fucking and Vicky was lavishing kisses all over his face and lips as they fucked, John filled his condom in just fifteen minutes and after pulling out and discarding his prophylactic, Vicky pulled him back onto the bed and they kissed and cuddled for five minutes before Vicky let him get dressed.

As John was dressing he said, "You're a very unusual whore Scarlet, I've been with hundreds of professional women but I've never come across one who actually likes men, most are full on lesbians or just have no interest at all in men!"

Vicky said, "Oh I really love men...all men...any man!"

She took John Smith to the front door and then she went to the bathroom and took a shower but had to put her shower cap on to stop her long hair getting wet, that was something that she would have to change, if she really wanted to keep clean between customers, she really would need to have a short hairstyle that could dry quickly and easily!

Vicky looked after four men by the time that the John that she was married to came home, she'd fucked with three men who called themselves John and one had called himself Alan.

She broke the bad news to John that she had been made redundant but that the good news was that she had earned four hundred pounds that afternoon and that would replace her whole weeks pay and that the better news was that she was getting thirty-three weeks pay for her redundancy pay, three weeks holiday pay and thirteen weeks pay in lieu of notice.

John said, "That is like a whole years pay in one go, the thirty three weeks pay will be tax free, you still have to pay National Insurance but that's only two and a half percent, the other sixteen weeks will get normal stoppages though."

Vicky just smiled and said, "Would you like a fuck before dinner or dinner first?"

5,104 Words.

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