WARNING, SEXUALLY EXPLICIT MATERIAL!                           ADULTS ONLY!

SWEET SARAH (in which country girl Sarah becomes aware of how colleagues at 
             the hotel are able to save such huge amounts for international 
             travel and her embracing the lifestyle which permits her to go
             touring overseas too)

by Ozman (c) 2010 (with thanks to Suzanne)

  I'd fallen love with the idea of travel when, at the age of twelve, Aunty
Patty had taken me on a trip to Fiji and Vanuatu for being the top girl for
my class in my last year at primary school.

  "If you study and work hard you could go anywhere in the world that takes
your fancy," she told me. "Employers even pay for you to travel."

  However, my parents thought her tertiary education a waste in that it was
lessening her chances of a good marriage as she got older and wouldn't even
consider my attending university, despite my matriculating and Patty offer-
ing to help in financing it. They were all but silent about Patty's wedding
to a multi-millionaire in London, it was undeserved luck they told me, even
refusing to let me attend despite my aunt sending me the tickets for travel,
because I was a month short of eighteen.

  Due to pressure from my parents I became engaged to Bradley Sellars, heir
to one of the top farming families in the district, my boyfriend since high
school. However, by then I was growing a bit cold on farmer Brad whose life
revolved around beer-guzzling, football, motocross and, of course, his farm.
My parents and sister harped on how lucky I was with a secure future with a
wealthy husband who seemed to love me,  but who wanted to get into my pants
above all else in this world, something I just couldn't countenance because
of my religious beliefs. I eventually gave in to him when he blackmailed me
with apparent second thoughts about  my commitment and love for him in that 
I neither loved nor trusted him enough to make love after becoming engaged. 

  Well, just as my mother and the minister had predicted, Bradley dumped me 
with a dear john letter saying that he needed to marry a virgin and that if
I couldn't be trusted to protect my virtue before marriage, what hope would
I have afterwards. He was marrying the publican's daughter Norcia O'Reilly,
the town bike, apparently the only bloke in the whole shire who didn't know   
that her coming to school bow-legged had nothing to do with equestrian per-
suits outside classes. She was alleged to have confided to a friend that an
ever growing stack of banknotes in a secret drawer in her glory box was her
ticket to freedom whenever she wanted, having been gathered from commercial
travellers for her sexual favours since puberty. But she wasn't an entirely
mercenary chick, having personally congratulated each of the local football
players in her own way following their several premiership successes over a
decade or so. Having been a second grader Brad missed out on this perk, but
I still found it incredible that he could have any illusions as to her name
around town.

  It was all too much for me so, against my parents' wishes, I packed up my
belongings and left for the city where I immediately found work in a super-
market which covered my needs, but little more.  A stroke of pure good luck 
saw Tina Maguire recognize me at the checkout and invite me out for a drink 
after work. She'd been school captain and dux as well as the leading sporty
type at our district senior high school, had gone off to university and was
then looking pretty prosperous, although she hadn't been able to find a job 
in her profession.  Working in a big hotel on the reception staff she saved
enough to be able to embark on her second overseas junket in five years and
offered to put in a word for me with her boss as her replacement.  Checkout
work had given me confidence to try something new, so I was glad to have it
on my CV.

  Tina got me the job as well as free board at a co-worker's house where my
contribution was baby sitting her three children. I wondered how Tina could 
afford a luxurious city home unit, a beamer and extended overseas travel on 
a receptioniste's salary, but having been taught to mind my own business, I
kept the question to myself. I'm not too sure whether I'm  a bit slow or if 
I was really that naive when I started working at the hotel, but I couldn't
see the obvious going on around me.

  After the first month I joined some of the others in eating a snack lunch 
in the park across the road. I found the conversation mysterious until eat-
ing alone with Claire one day I mentioned it to her. She gave me a somewhat
odd look, then said,

  "I think I was probably that naive at the same stage on the job.  There's
no way to not sound a bit judgemental about it, but she's on the game, they
all sell sex to guests. Everyone reckons Tina's the best in the place; most
guys try to book her for a date, she's really popular."

  I thought she was kidding until it struck me that so many things I'd seen
and the questions they'd raised had been answered by her revelations.

  "It's all so clear to me now," I blushed. "You said they....."

  "Yes," she chuckled self-consciously. "I was truly shocked when the penny 
dropped and I haven't yet got my head around the idea of actually doing sex
for money, but it doesn't seem as big a deal as it used to. I think I'll be
into it in the not too distant future."

  "Truly?" I gasped.

  "Well I'm quite curious now that I've been among women who're doing it as
a nearly daily thing. The "what will people think" factor doesn't apply any
more and I don't have any family in town to see me,  so I don't want to die
wondering if it was something I could do for fun and profit.  All the girls    
who do it seem quite happy about their lot and the money isn't to be sneez-
ed at, so it might make up for the social life I miss out on with all those
nights on shift work."

  "You don't have any moral reservations?"

  "I do, actually. It's what's holding me back now, but when an appropriate
situation arises I'll have my first, you'll see."

  "How do you mean?"

  "Well, several guys have indicated an interest in me, through some of the 
other girls, but none really appeal to me. If a man I was attracted to said
the word I'd probably go with him, or I'd even accept a bloke whose looks I 
liked from one of the girls who gets double booked."

  I raised a questioning eyebrow.

  "Some girls get two or more bookings for the same time and have to ensure
suitable replacements, no incompatible couples, if you see what I mean."

  Well I didn't quite,  but I learned as time passed and found I did like a
lot of the women I worked with, enjoying their company over drinks after an
arduous day and being included socially. At my place of residence, a duplex
house owned by my landlady who worked as a topless stewardess in the lounge
club bar, I discovered a bordello in the other half of the house with Marie
the principal.  On my days off I increasingly went through the kitchen door 
joining the two apartments to find company of other women. I would make and
serve various beverages to everyone and chat with the waiting clients, guys
who were older than those at the hotel, but whose banter I enjoyed.  

  It was obvious that my younger body appealed to a lot of the men who, de-
spite their gentlemanly demeanour in my presence, couldn't hide their lust.
I loved helping out and feeling a part off things,  answering the telephone 
and taking bookings for the other women, until they began paying me for the
efforts I made. For my part I wore less with each passing day until I found
myself getting about in just a g-string and see-through camisole with mules
and makeup without any sense of shame or self-consciousness. I was enjoying
flaunting myself and began to consider going the further step and becomming
a prostitute as I was saving only a little and I knew I'd be appreciated. I
knew it wasn't rational, but I had a fear of others knowing I'd forsaken my
virtue, particularly Claire who hadn't yet undertaken harlotry, to join the
majority of the hotels staff in vice.

  One afternoon I answered the door to find Claire staring up at me with an
open mouth and flushed face, taking in my skimpy, provocative attire, clear-
ly misunderstanding the situation. I had to leave her momentarily to attend 
to the phone and when I returned she'd gone. I found out later she'd wanted
us to go to the movies,  but on seeing me as what she thought was a working
girl, went to the hotel and took a hand-me-down client from a handsome lady
in food preparation who was into body-building and a complete opposite from
her, but the guy seemed happy enough with a slender young virgin to whoring
and a satisfactory experience was had by all. 

  Claire and I worked different shifts that week, but the grapevine told me
she was a keen recruit to sexual service, entertaining a client every night
for seven days straight and making me feel more than a little uncomfortable
at being the catalyst for her decision.  I was also called up to her office
to see our proprietor for "the talk", an admonition to be discreet in every
aspect of my new occupation, and an offer of advice from an experienced pro
whenever I needed it.

  I put off thinking too hard about it all as I'd promised to go home for a
family get together over a long weekend for which I took days in lieu. As I
should have forseen it was a complete disaster with Bradley,  who'd had his 
marriage annulled on the grounds of Norcia's past, had come cap in hand for
my agreement to resume courting. I wiped him like a dirty arse and my whole
family were enraged at my refusal to please them,  leaving to return to the
city a day early.

  My sister had told me how Mrs Maguire was so dissapointed in Tina's lowly
menial status in some seedy hotel and how she  was bumming around overseas.
I didn't bother to correct them for fear of revealing my own position and a
conviction that they wouldn't believe me anyway. As I thought about that on
coach I saw my future now depended on what I decided.  If I followed Tina's
example I could have it all and not have to worry about what people thought
ever again, although I was then more worried about what my colleagues might 
think if the were to learn that I was only a pretend whore.  If I went back
to work at the hotel there  would be no real choice and the idea of selling
my sexual favours no longer concerned me as a moral concept because by then 
I saw it as a vocational matter, it was how to get started which scared me.

  For the first week back at work I was on night shift and it was the first
half of the school holidays. I was in the house alone because my landlady's
vacation plans had made me a housesitter, although some women came in to do
a little in the brothel side of the building. It was mostly only Abby, whom
I knew to be the principal at the local primary school,  and anyone who had
time on their hands for some reason.  I helped out, mainly for the company,
in my role as gofer and spent a lot of time talking to Abby who seemed very
happy with her life as a temporary, full-time whore. 

  "Would you have considered doing this as a single student?" I asked her.

  "Probably not," she replied thoughtfully. "I was romantically involved at
high school and uni, I married him, and was economically secure so I had no
need to even think about it. I do admire those women who take it on to make
a future for themselves because I really only do it for the social benefits
and the sex sans committment." 

  I was silent, but she could feel my need to ask her something.

  "How did you square things up with your friend, Claire, is it?" she asked
amiably.

  "I haven't, yet," I told her. "It's so-o-o-o embarrassing. I suppose they 
all know about it now."

  "No, Robin caught on, but you're a fully fledged whore as far as all your
hotel colleagues are aware, mind you, it won't stay that way, I imagine."

  "So what do you think I should do?"

  "Oh I'm not buying into that, sweetie. It's an absolutely personal matter
that only you can decide and no one can advise you. We have to make our own
mistakes to learn, but sometimes we make the right moves from which we also 
learn, but never blame others for our choices."

  "I really only wanted your advice," I mumbled. "You're much more experien-
ced than I am."

  "I think you've already made up your mind as to what you actually want to 
do, but want somebody else to give you a push, right?"
   
  I nodded, colouring slightly at being so transparent.

  "So get on with it," Abby chuckled. "You've got everything you need right
here. See how you go and how you feel after you've tried it. You don't want
to die wondering, do you?"

  She was absolutely right, I knew, the only obstacle to deciding my future
was me, or my procrastination. Seize the moment, I thought, but it was more
easily thought than done as doubt gripped me again.

  Nobody turned up the next morning and the telephone had rung a half-dozen 
times so I knew there were men wanting female company out there. I sat just
trembling, a painful knot of trepidation in my stomach, as I tried to force
myself to answer it and get on with my life. I'd burnt my bridges with home
and family and yearned to be an insider with my new friends and their life-
style, but still I hesitated.   

  I answered a knock at the door and found a young lady who introduced her-  
self as Kelli.

  "God, I'm glad there's someone here to show me the ropes," she gushed. "I
thought the place was deserted, but Julie promised there'd be somebody here
to help get me started."

  She was agitated, but obviously keen to get on with things. An engagement
ring seemed to indicate her betrothal, but I didn't pry, one doesn't in the
profession, just waits to be told. 

  "How long have you been doing it?" she enquired.

  "Not long," I told her sheepishly. "I've barely started really."

  She was a bit self-conscious with a short pink pegnoir barely covering an 
elegantly trim body as I explained the system to her. Of course I'd changed
with her and we helped each other make up, so I was in the position of hav-
ing to undertake my first experience of prostitution with the first man who
wanted me, not choosing my initial client as I could have if I'd been alone.
However, the idea of letting Kelli see me run away from that situation with
all the consequent gossip was more than bore thinking about so, I decided a
stiff upper lip was the order of the day. 

  When I think about it now it would have been too easy to have put her off
with a couple of horror stories and make her flee the scene, but was really
helpful in soothing her trepidation and getting her to believe it was quite
a pleasant way to make a living. I suppose it really says more about how my
own perception of selling sex had evolved by then and how far I had  merged     
into that culture. I was no longer an outsider, a matter I would confirm to
all with my initial act of vice that day and, while I still felt shaky over
my decision, resigned to doing it.

  "Hello, this is Kelli," she greeted when the phone rang. "No, I'm new. Me 
and Sarah, that's all. Yes, yep, yep," 

  She'd been looking at me and nodding as she spoke into the handpiece, her
neat handwriting noting the time for one of us to perform for our first guy
in the near future. I lifted one eyebrow and she pointed at me.

  "He didn't know you'd started," she told me.

  "I hadn't actually. He's my first. Who is it?" 

  "He said Joe," she told me. "Sounded rather nice, older, but quite nice."

  "Oh, he is. My lucky day really."

  When he arrived some fifteen  minutes later we had a first date for Kelli 
and I was trembling with nervous excitement, but ready for mine. We went to
a bedroom where Joe quickly undressed and expertly slipped a condom down on
his rampant willy as I let my negligee fall to the floor for his inspection
in just my shoes.

  He held his hands out to me.

  "What would you like to do?" I asked shyly as our fingers joined.

  "Oh, just a spot of old fashioned missionary work will be fine," he laugh-
ed lightly. "Get to know each other."
   
  I sat back on the bed, dropped my mules and swung my legs up and lay back
to show him my nude pussy between spread thighs. He crawled forward over me
and slid his hard sword into my wet and willing sex sheath, causing us both
to gasp with pleasure at our union.

  "Ooooh, that's gorgeous," I gasped shamelessly.

  "Isn't it," he responded,  squirming luxuriously in my arms to savour the
feel of my body against his.

  He thrust his hips slowly to mine and I reciprocated by rotating my bott-
om to produce the slapping, slurping sounds of sexual congress, letting him
kiss me and to suck my nipples. It was the first time I'd been fucked by an
experienced man and it was really wonderful to get a lot more from sex than 
I'd known previously. I wrapped my legs around his to pull him harder to me
as he thrust that lovely sex organ in and out of my hungry young snatch.  

  "Ooooh, Jo-oe!" I moaned emotionally, mostly for real. "Oooh, it's almost
too good."  
  
  He chuckled.

  Although I knew it wouldn't be that good every time, even most times, the
experience was awesome and even Joe's well worn body felt wonderful on mine
as he shagged me so expertly. His hips did a lambada on mine,  a horizontal
lambada, I thought, laughing inwardly at the spontaneity of my little joke.
Well, here I was, I thought, looking down along my trembling, writhing body
as my very first client pumped his prick in my young pussy, a whore at last
and not feeling one bit dirty or ashamed at having put out that way. 

  "Oh-oh, here we go," said Joe and rammed in hard and deep as we both came
in warm, ecstatic shudders, holding each other tightly until the tremors of 
pleasure abated.

  Kelli wasn't about when I saw Joe out, I hadn't heard the phone ring or a
doorbell, but around ten minutes later I saw her emerging from a bedroom to
show Laurie out.

  "How was it for you?" she asked me excitedly.

  "Fine," I smiled. "Easy really."

  "Yeah, me too.  I don't s'pose they'll all be so agreeable, but it was an
easy introduction to the job."  

  We showered and changed into fresh negligees and waited, Kelly getting an 
early second client while I waited a good half hour, then a third during my
servicing. Her final score was four to my three for the afternoon, both now
feeling that we'd met the challenge and passed with flying colours, knowing
what it felt like to prostitute oneself and how easy it had been to achieve  
the unthinkable. I was glad Kelli was there to talk about our experience as 
I couldn't share it with Claire or any of the others at the hotel due to my 
earlier deceit.  She had seen it as generally positive and would be able to
carry on to achieve her financial goals, whatever they were.

                                     *

  Tina returned from her trip and told me all, the places,  the parties and 
all the delicious men she'd been with, just for the fun of it. Apparently a
man of considerable wealth had proposed marriage to her, but having thought
about it, declined his offer as she wasn't ready to be tied down.  The idea
that she'd like to undertake further study and even a doctoral thesis was a
consideration now that she had financial security. Her investment portfolio
was sufficient to allow her to live comfortably without working, but giving
up her job at the hotel and all that went with it weren't on her agenda, so
I'd be seeing a lot of her.

  "What about you, then?" she enquired. "Have you undertaken sex on call at
the hotel?"

  "And in the brothel on my days off," I revealed.

  "You're a busy chick then," she chuckled, obviously remembering the young
country girl who'd arrived in the big smoke in recent times. "What will you
do with all the money you've made?" 

  "I'm going to resume my education and buy a home unit," I told her. "I've
always wanted to go to uni and now I can afford to."

  "Good thinking, Sarah," she told me sincerely. "you'll never regret it."

  And as things transpired, I haven't.