Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Karen, Chapter 4 by Socketrocks Story Codes: MMF, Prost, Two months later Karen was back at the club, now working full time, from 7 PM to sunrise, six nights a week. She had re-upped her contract with Ms. Wright, and had signed on for the maximum term of five years. As she looked in the make-up mirror in her private dressing room, her thoughts drifted back to the day after her experience in the tattoo parlor, when her husband Steve became privy to her new look. Steve had come home from work that night and the kids were in bed. He entered the bathroom and Karen was standing in front of the full-length mirror in a bathrobe. As Steve entered, Karen turned around and let the bathrobe drop to the floor. "Wow!" Said Steve, not realizing the piercings and tattoos were all real at first, "That's some look! How'd you do it?" "I went to a tattoo parlor last night --" "Those are real?" Steve fell silent, equal parts excitement and confusion ran through him. "What's up?" "I wanted something different." "It's different all right." Said Steve, "Shouldn't we have talked about this first?" Karen had run a hundred different scenarios in her head about how to tell Steve about this. Finally, she decided none of it would work, and so she felt unprepared and awkward. "I have a new job, and this look is required." "What kind of job? Stripper?" "Prostitute." Steve was struck dumb, and looked at his wife like she were crazy. He'd be lying to himself if he didn't admit that he often fantasized about his wife being with other men, but the way Karen just bluntly said it took him off guard. "Is that really a job for a wife and mother to have?" asked Steve, unsure of what else to say. "I signed a five year contract." Replied Karen. "It pays one million dollars a year." "So you're not a cheap prostitute. You just look like one." "You don't have to understand. But it's too late to do anything about it." "Karen, what about us? Did I do something wrong?" "I still love you Steven, and if you love me, you'll let me do this. I work six nights a week. On the seventh night, I'm all yours. In the meantime, I'll be making enough money that you'll never have to work again, and all you'll need to do is take care of the kids." Steve was confused. His wife stood before him, naked, pierced and tattooed, telling him that she was a whore, and that she would have sex with other men for money, and all Steve could think about right now was fucking her. Karen sensed her husband's arousal. She smiled. Karen crossed thee room and took Steve by the hand, leading him to the bed. She slowly removed his clothing, kissing him as she did so. Despite himself, Steve responded. Karen found his hardening cock with her mouth, and teased it with her tongue. Steve rolled Karen over and climbed on top of her. He poised his cock at her wet pussy and kissed her passionately, tasting his cock on her lips, wondering how many other cocks had been there - Pushing those thoughts out of his mind he drove his cock into her warm, inviting pussy. He kissed his wife, exploring her mouth with his tongue. Again the other thoughts invaded his mind, and he pulled away from the kiss, as the question, the thought that overwhelmed him, passed his lips before he knew what he was saying. "Do you kiss them?" he asked. "Who?" Asked Karen, but she already knew the answer. "The men you fuck for money. Do you kiss them the way you kiss me? I heard that whore's don't kiss their clients --" Karen thought about lying, about telling Steven anything but the truth, but she had vowed that there would be no more lies - "I kiss them. I do whatever they want. I can't hold back from the intimacy, and my job is to please them." Steve took the news with a variety of emotions, but was overwhelmed by his orgasm. He shot his cum into his wife, and felt the strangest mixture of pleasure, guilt and shame. He pulled out and rolled over, both he and Karen were quiet. Steve fell asleep, but Karen was awake for a while.