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 ï>¿Part Time Job by Isabella

   I'd just turned fifteen and school holidays were about to
start...because my birthday was during the last week of term, I was the
youngest girl in my year at school and as such, I was the last girl to be
looking for part time work over the summer holidays.

   I didn't really have any idea how to go about finding a part time job,
my mum got a part time job when she was thirteen years old, just for the
seven weeks of the school holidays.  She just walked into a local
supermarket, spoke to the manager for twenty minutes on her way home from
school on the last day of term and she started working the next day...it
was a similar story when she was fourteen, the small local supermarket had
closed down so she couldn't go back there, she walked into three shops on
the same street, two had no vacancies and the third were looking for
holiday cover.  Again, just a twenty minute chat to the store's manager on
her way home from her last day at school and she was working the following
day.  That job was folding clothes after customers had looked at them and
putting them back onto shelves for the next customer to rummage through.

   When mum was fifteen, she had to visit five shops on one road and three
shops on the next before she was given a job, that job was working in a
cafÃ(C) serving customers at their tables.  Mum's advice to me was simple,
just walk into any local shop and ask if they had any vacancies..."Go for
small shops rather than multi-national companies...they can generally move
a little faster than big companies!"

   Well, I tried, I went into every small shop in our town...I asked the
same question, 'Do you have any part time job vacancies?'

   The answer was always the same, "We don't employ anyone in the
shop...you have to apply online, just go to our website and follow the link
for employment opportunities, they will give you an online test and if the
results are okay, they'll contact you by email!"

   Things had certainly changed in the twenty eight years since my mother
was first in my position.  I started with the first company's website,
followed the link to their staff recruitment page and I answered ninety
questions that seemed totally pointless to me and then I pressed submit.  I
left the page open for my mother to look through as soon as she was free
and I opened a new browser to visit the second company on my list.  I was
half way through...well, close to half way, I'd just answered question
forty-three out of ninety and it was all looking very similar to the
previous questionnaire that I'd filled in...when my mother became free. 
She looked at the questionnaire, "This looks very professional darling, I
thought I told you to go to local stores, not large nationwide companies."

   "Benson's Hardware Store...I thought that was just a local company!"

   Mum checked the page address, "This is a recruitment company, or, rather
a Human Resources company based in London!"

   I said, "I'm sure that the questions that I'm answering look exactly the
same as the questionnaire I've already filled in for Botts Jewellers shop
on Church Street!"

   Mum flicked back to the previous tab, "Exactly the same form, same
company too, just a different code number here, probably to differentiate
the two companies on their database...look, this one has, 'BHSK' and the
other, 'BJK'...probably Benson's Hardware Store Kettering and Botts
Jewellers Kettering!"

   I went to five of the other local shops websites and their recruitment
links all took me to the same company so I stopped filling in the
questionnaires, if I didn't pass the test for one shop...I wouldn't pass
the test for any of them.

   As it was the last day of term and a Friday 'to boot', my friends had
all agreed to meet up at the junior disco in town tonight, I spent a few
minutes looking through national companies websites, we had a local KFC
outlet, a McDonald's and a Burger King...they all had a rapid turnover of
staff so I applied to all three online.

   I was going through my wardrobe and disappointed at every turn,
"Mum...do you have anything from the olden days that I could wear to the
disco this evening please?"

   We went to the hidden doorway to the attic, it just looked like a
'Close-boarded' wall ay the head of our staircase, one press in the right
place and the door sprang open, no visible handle, locks or catches and
behind the door, a narrow and very steep flight of stairs up into the
attic. When I first found that trick doorway, I imagined that my father was
some kind of secret agent...a spy...or a criminal at the very least, but
after I crept up there and found three wardrobes full of girl's and women's
clothes and shoes, I realised that it was my mother's guilty secret and not
my father's.



   I followed my mother up to her secret store room above our bedrooms. 
She hauled a black spider's web out of the first wardrobe, "I wore this
when I was about your age...well, about your sixe at any rate!"

   I took the hanger off of her and held the spider's web against my body.
It wasn't as flimsy as it first looked, the body of the dress was just lace
but under it was a fine under dress of black muslin.  The top portion of
the dress was micro-knit with a lace-up front that exposed quite a lot of
my breasts.  She gave me a black bra that had cups designed especially for
that dress so that it looked like I was braless under the dress.

   I could chose just how much of my breasts were on show, or how little,
just by tightening or loosening the lace.  The dress fitted me like a
glove, it was a little shorter than I would have usually worn but I believe
that it had been made for my great grandmother in the early
nineteen-sixties, she had worn the dress when she was my age, my
grandmother had worn it when she was a teenager as well and then it had
been passed on to my mother in the mid nineties.

   Mum drove me to the disco but I'd told her that I would catch the nine
o'clock bus home.

   Well, every one of my friends had turned up as they had promised but the
party was a real bust...fifty, fifteen year old girls and ten boys...sadly,
the boys were pre-teens so of no interest to any of us girls.  I'd arrived
at seven o'clock and thirty minutes later I was heading for the door...and
I wasn't the first girl to leave.

   There was a bus from outside the disco to my house at eight o'clock,
there was another at nine o'clock and the last bus was at ten.  I didn't
want to stand at the bus stop on my own dressed like a sex worker at the
side of the main road just as dusk was falling.

   I decided to walk around the block to eat up a little time, I took the
first turning on the left and walked down the side street.  I stopped in my
tracks when I saw a 'KFC' outlet, 'That's unusual' sprang into my head, KFC
outlets were usually on main roads...roads with a lot of footfall.  I was
more interested in the shop than I would usually be...it was the last job
that I'd applied for on the PC before leaving home.

   'The 'K' isn't quite right on the sign, it looked more like'/<' than a
'K' and the red background was more orange than red!'

   I looked inside, there were three dining tables and the place looked
shabby, there were five Asian men working in the kitchen, they all looked
busy but there were no customers.  There seemed to be a vibrant delivery
service though, drivers were turning up, collecting insulated bags with
KFC's product in them and running back to cars or motorcycles.

   'Well, it is close enough to home, just three bus stops and it's just
yards away from the bus stop...why not ask...the least they can do is tell
me to go on line to apply and if they did that, I could tell them that I
did it earlier.'

   I opened the door and the man standing at the till smiled and looked me
up and down...actually, he reminded me of the ten pre-teen boys in the
junior disco, they had made no secret of trying to see more of my body than
was actually on show.

   "I was just passing and I was wondering if you had any job vacancies?"

   His smile broadened, he leaned over the counter and offered me his right
hand, "I'm Hamet, the owner of this restaurant, what's your name darling?"

   I forced my mouth not to grin at him...mum had warned me that some
business owners and managers would flirt with a girl of my age...flirt and
perhaps more and that it was up to me to decide how far was too far and if
I thought that things went too far that it was up to me to extricate myself
and tell my mother or father what had happened.

   I took a count of five before I leaned over the counter and shook
Hamet's hand, "I'm Dawn Clarke...pleased to meet you sir."

   "Do you have any experience in the fast food industry darling?"

   I kept my smile as neutral as possible as I responded, "No...only as a
customer!"

   "Well, that sounds fine...as we're quiet at the moment, would you like
to have a look around the kitchen area darling?"

   The end of the counter was lifted for me so that I could get into the
kitchen area, Hamet's hand was on the small of my back as soon as I was on
his side of the counter.

   The telephone rang and one of the other four men jumped to answer it
while Hamet was busy with me.  I was shown the chicken preparation area,
uncooked chicken pieces by the dozen were stored in a huge refrigerator on
stainless steel trays.  I was told to pick up two pieces of chicken, to dip
the chicken in a liquid that seemed to me mainly egg and a little spice,
then I had to drop the wet chicken pieces into a powder and roll them
around in the mixture generously before placing them on a rack and pop that
into a pressure cooker that was fed with steam.

   "Press this button, the bell will ring when it is time to take your
chicken out of the broiler...and now, while we wait for the chicken to
cook, come into my office."

   As I'd been preparing the chicken, I saw the man filling a small bag
from a box under the counter.  As I started the cooker going, I saw the
small bag being placed into one of the large insulated delivery boxes and
that was placed on the counter with a delivery label as well as a five
pound note.  As I walked into the office, a motorbike delivery driver came
in, the man who had taken the order said, "Card payment, nothing to
collect...address on the slip, be as quick as you can, it's going to get
busy later!"

   "Come in darling, sit down..." Hamet said something through the door, it
sounded like the words coke and coffee were wrapped inside in the jabbered
instruction to no one in particular out in the kitchen, "...so, how old are
you darling?"

   "Fifteen...just fifteen, my birthday was yesterday!"

   "Good...excellent!  Do you have a boyfriend darling?"

   That was a little bit of a shock...I wasn't expecting a question like
that, "Erm...no...but not for the want of trying!" I allowed myself a
little chuckle at my reply.  The office door opened and one of the workers
brought in a cola for me and a strong coffee for Hamet.

   "Thank you Jay...did you put in the 'Sweetner'?"

   Jay nodded his head, "Yes sir, two tablets as you directed!"

   Hamet sipped at his coffee, "Ahhh!  Perfect, I love things to be sweet
but my doctor has insisted on my cutting down on my sugar intake...is your
cola okay darling?"

   I sipped a little up through the straw, "It's okay, is it Coke or
Pepsi?"

   Hamet laughed, "Neither, it's a Turkish product, like my coffee...I
import a lot of my stock directly from Turkey, even my cups and chicken
boxes are from Turkey, they don't worry about copyrights in Turkey like
they do in Europe and the UK.  Can I ask if you've ever had a boyfriend
darling?"

   I shook my head, "No, never had a boyfriend!"

   "But you want a boyfriend...don't you?  I can see from your beautiful
hair and face, your perfect makeup and such a sexy dress, you were perhaps
hoping to 'Hook-up' with a boy at the local disco tonight perhaps?"

   I couldn't stop my smile growing slightly, I took another sip from my
cola drink before answering, "Perhaps!"

   "You should hang around here for a little while, at around nine o'clock
we get a lot of students from the university stopping in to pick up
something to make them happy for the evening after their library closes!"

   "KFC Chicken you mean?"

   "Ketamine, Females and Chicken as well as young girls and a little 'Mood
lightener!' for the weekend!"

   The broiler bell sounded, "Ahhh!  Your chicken has finished, come!"

   I stood up, my legs felt a little stiff, feet a little heavy, the weight
of the seat seemed greater than when I'd pulled it in behind myself when I
first sat down and that made me laugh.

   Hamet took my arm and guided me out to the kitchen, "You need to take a
box and open it out, press the bottom flap down and place a sheet of
greaseproof paper in the bottom, then pick up both of your chicken pieces
and drop them in the box, then scoop up some fries in the shovel and drop
them into the bag and pop that into the box as well...if the chicken was
going out of the shop, you'd place a serviette in the bag and some packets
of salt but as you're eating in, just put a little salt on it from the salt
pot if you eat salt."

   We returned to the office and Hamet sat me in my seat, "Try the chicken,
tell me what you think of it."

   I took a bite, I'd never tried such hot KFC before...but that was
because I'd taken it from the broiler just a second earlier.  I burnt my
mouth and had to take a massive swallow from my cola to cool my mouth down.

   "Well, what do you think of the chicken darling?"

   "Very nice thank you Hamet!"

   "Can I have a taste to see how well you did?"

   I'd just taken a second bite from the chicken leg, I was picking up the
breast to let Hamet eat that but he stopped me, "No darling, just a little
bite from the leg in your hand...I'm only really interested in one kind of
breast at the moment darling and that seems to be trapped behind a shoe
lace at the moment!"

   I offered him a bite from the chicken leg that I was eating, he
deliberately bit the leg over the bite mark that I'd put in the leg myself,
"Mmmmm, all the sweeter because I got the place where your lips have been
darling!"

   There seemed to be a constant stream of phone calls into the shop and a
line of deliveries leaving the shop but I never once saw any of the cooks
at the preparation area or using the broiler, they definitely weren't
cooking any chicken while I was in the office.

   "I said...were you at the disco just to find a boyfriend darling or do
you really like dancing?"

   "Sorry, I was miles away...a boy and I really love dancing!"

   "What kind of music do you like to dance too the most darling?"

   "I like slow love songs!"

   Hamet was googling slow love songs to dance too.  His phone gave him a
list and he selected one and started it playing through the phone's little
loud speaker.

   "I like this tune!"

   Hamet stood up and offered me his hand, I took it as if I were shaking
his hand again but he wasn't offering to shake my hand, he pulled me to my
feet and started dancing with me, he danced me over to the door to his
office and he turned the lights off and on in time to the music, "Sound to
light effect baby..." The lights were finally left in the off position and
we danced away from the office door.

   Hamet danced me to the wall furthest away from the office door, my back
bumped into the wall as Hamet's lips crushed into mine.

   The kiss was long and it involved a lot of tongue wrestling, my arms
moved by themselves and were wrapped around his neck.  He had one hand on
my bottom and the other pushed in between us.  When he finally pulled his
mouth away from mine and backed away to look at me, he held up a shoelace
in triumph and grinned at me as I looked down at the front of my dress and
saw that the top was totally open, my bra cups on display as well as about
half of my breast mass.

   Hamet kissed me again but just a quick peck this time, "I think that you
teased me with that dress Dawn darling...I wasn't expecting a bra under the
dress the way it looked when you first came into my shop tonight!"

   I was turned, my nose pressed into the wall and he shook me...well, not
really me, he shook the shoulders of my dress, pulling the top of my
borrowed dress over my shoulders and starting its journey down over my
arms, there was a fumble between my shoulder blades and an angry, "Where's
the fucking catch on this stupid bra?"

   In my head I called out, 'Here it is!' as I twisted the catch between my
breasts and my bra cups fell away from my tits.

   Hamet pulled my bra straps over my shoulders and he pulled them down to
catch up with the top of my dress as the knitted fabric slowly slid down
over my arms.  By the time Hamet turned me to face him again, my dress and
bra were hanging off of my wrists.  Hamet leaned in and started to kiss my
breasts, "This breast meat is better than any fucking chicken!" Hamet
growled as he sought out my left nipple to bite it, I had my right hand on
the back of his head, the sleeve of my dress no longer trapped by my wrist,
I looked from my right wrist to my left, just as Hamet yanked my dress away
from that wrist too, I looked from my left wrist to the door out into the
kitchen, two faces were pressed against the glass insert in the door,
watching hamet biting my nipples in turn.

   Hamet moved to his right a little and turned his body slightly, I looked
back at my left hand and saw that Hamet's trousers were open and he was
rubbing his cock against my fingers...then I looked at my own body, now
that Hamet had moved to his right, I could see my own body, all I was
wearing now were sexy black knickers and black patent leather dancing
shoes.

   My fingers were working on their own as they captured Hamet's cock and
began rubbing him up and down, he gave my nipple a painful bite and then he
turned his face up to look into my eyes, "At least you know what to do with
a cock darling!"

   Hamet started pushing the waistband of my knickers down, I managed to
whisper, "What about them?" I'd intended to say you can't take my knickers
down with them watching but in the thick treacle in my head, it came out
wrong.

   Hamet looked at the two faces at the door as my knickers passed my knees
and fell to the floor, "Don't worry about them, they won't interfere until
I'm finished with you!"

   He kissed my breast again and then he kissed up to my lips, he bit my
earlobe and then whispered, "Will I get blood on my cock when I fuck you
darling?"

   I giggled, "What do you mean?" I knew that I should have said, 'You
can't fuck me...I don't even like you!' But again, it all came out wrong
again.

   "I mean...has anyone put their cock in you before me?"

   I shook my head.

   Hamet reached behind my knees and picked me up, one arm under my knees
and the other across my back, he carried me to his desk and he lowered me
on the cold surface of his desk on my back.  My shoulders were right on the
edge of one side of the table, my head lolling back in free space as he
buried his cock into my cunt.  I'd expected pain at the very least as his
cock entered my body but I felt nothing.

   Hamet couldn't kiss me as my head was tipped right back so he bit my
collarbone instead, "How would you like to suck a cock Dawn darling?"

   I shrugged my shoulders as well as I could in that position, Hamet waved
towards the two looking at us fucking through the door and the door opened,
the light was turned on and a cock was pushed into my mouth by one of the
cooks as the other played with my tits as Hamet grunted into me...filling
my cunt to overflowing with semen.

   Hamet stepped away from me and I realised that the last hour had taken
place in the length of the song that we'd started out dancing to, that
track was just coming to an end...Hamet had danced me against the wall,
stripped me and fucked me, emptying his balls in around four minutes flat.
The cook that had been playing with my tits skipped around the desk and
slipped his cock into my recently vacated cunt and he started fucking me as
the man in my mouth emptied his balls into my mouth.  I saw a quick glance
of Hamet wiping his cock clean on the white serviette that he had given me
to wipe my fingers on while I was eating my chicken.  The white serviette
turned instantly red.

   Hamet pulled his zip closed and he walked out of the office, "Hey Jay,
your turn at the girl, give her a good fucking, try to give her an orgasm
if you can!"

   Jay swaggered into the office just as the man between my legs ended his
fun, Jay was taking his trousers off and I saw his cock, he was bigger than
the other three men put together.  He grabbed my legs and turned my body
lengthwise on the table so that I better fitted on it, my head was at one
end and my knees were just hanging over the edge of the table.  Jay covered
my body with his and began banging away in me...I couldn't say that I
didn't feel Jay's cock as it invaded my body, I was screaming so loud as he
stretched my cunt that Hamet had to close his office door so that people
walking past on the street didn't hear me as well as the customers phoning
in their orders.

   I stopped screaming as the pleasure started to wash over my body in
massive waves, Jay gave me such a massive orgasm that I actually passed out
before he finished off in my cunt.

   I woke up alone in the office, still flat on my back on Hamet's desktop.
I was still naked, there was a stream of semen running out of my cunt and
falling into a spunk lake on the table top.

   Hamet spotted me lifting my head off the desk and he came back into the
office, he helped me to sit up, "Good morning sleepy head...how do you
feel?"

   I have a pounding headache and my pussy is sore as hell!"

   Hamet looked out of the office doorway, "That's Jay...his cock is so
fucking big that we have to make him go last or none of us would feel
anything if we went in after him..." Hamet checked his watch, "...you've
been here for an hour and we pay girls forty pounds an hour, we don't care
about tax or employment laws, you can work as long or as little as you
like, school days or holidays.  We don't pay for waiting time, so no
customers, no pay.  If you upset customers, they won't ask for you again,
so be nice to everyone."

   Well, the thick molasses in my head was starting to run a little more
freely now but I knew that if they were offering a fifteen year old girl
forty pounds an hour, the job had to be illegal.

   "What do I have to do to earn forty pounds an hour?"

   "Just exactly what you were doing for the last hour but instead of being
flat on your back on an office desk, you'll be in one of the bedrooms in
the flat above the shop here...want to see where you'll be working?"

   Without really putting much thought into it, I nodded my head.  Hamet
helped me off of the table and he gave me my mum's dress back but he held
my knickers and bra back, I dressed and my tits really wobbled about
without the bra to control them, "Believe me baby, you look much better
dressed like this than you did when you were wearing a bra and knickers
under that dress."

   I was taken out of the back door of the kitchen, there was a metal
stairway at the back of the shops, men seemed to be milling around, coming
and going, Hamet had to push two men away from me who wanted to grab at my
tits.  He walked behind me up the stairs and he opened the front door,
there was a waiting room that was full of men waiting for a worker to have
sex with for money.  When the shop had been built, it had been provided
with very generous living accommodation above for the rich merchant that
had the shop built, two floors with five rooms to each floor but since
Hamet had owned the building, he had removed all of the dividing walls and
replaced them with a great many more walls to form very small working units
for whores to use to service their customers.

   I was taken to a free bedroom, it didn't have a window in the wall...it
couldn't have because it was about ten feet away from the closest external
wall, it was basically a seven foot by seven foot space with a mattress on
the floor covered in a grubby sheet.  The only furniture apart from the bed
in the room was a rubbish bin and an industrial sized box of condoms...oh,
and a towel hanging below a tiny wash basin in the corner of the room
opposite the door!

   I stood looking down at the mattress on the floor as the sound of
energetic fucking came through the plasterboard wall on the left of the
room that I was standing in.  The message ran through my mind like a
ticker-tape news feed...I'd been a virgin at seven thirty and by eight
thirty, I'd had sex with four men and I'd earned forty pounds.  As I was
looking at the bin with six condoms in the bottom of it and a handful of
tissues, Hamet was explaining that the girls using the rooms would give
their customers thirty minutes of fun, the house charged men fifty pounds
per man for the thirty minutes and the girls got twenty pounds for each man
they serviced, any extras that they gave the men they got to keep the extra
cash so long as they turned the men over every thirty minutes.

   'I've been rejected for jobs paying less than five pounds an hour that
involved mopping up piss, shit and sick for ten hours a day in care homes
and I'd be expected to pay national insurance, tax and contribute to a
pension scheme...if I work for Hamet for just one hour, I'd make more than
a whole day in every other job that any of my fifteen year old friends were
doing...that's if they managed to find a job that is...the problem was, an
employer could employ an eighteen year old for exactly the same hourly pay
rate as a fifteen year old so they tended to go for the older age group'.
As I was pondering that fact, I found myself doing something that I hadn't
done since I was about ten years old...my feet planted on the floor and
pointing at the mattress while I pivoted my upper body, that had always
been my 'Go-to' action whenever I was uncertain, I was turning to face
Hamet and then a blank wall as we stood in the bedroom in silence.

   Hamet reached out and touched my bum, he lifted the back of my dress and
rubbed his hand over my bare bottom, "Why don't you try it with just one
paying customer for now darling...I'll go down and pick out a nice man for
you and then you can go home!"

   I looked at my watch and whispered, "I have to catch my bus in fifteen
minutes time out on the main road!"

   "Fuck with one of my customers...just one and after, I'll get one of my
delivery drivers to take you home.  Just give it a try, see if you actually
like working as a whore, if you don't...at least you'll know for sure and
if you do like it you can earn a hell of a lot of money before you go off
to university."

   Hamet paused for a moment, he lifted the back of my dress higher, "And
if you aren't really sure that you like having sex with men that you don't
really love but don't mind doing it, come to my shop tomorrow and I'll give
you a little pill that will help you to love every man in the world for a
few hours at a time!"

   I stopped swinging from side to side, "Did you give me one of those
little pills earlier to make me love you and the other four men?"

   Hamet laughed, "You're very clever darling, the 'Sweetener' that I
mentioned when I ordered the drinks was actually liquid MDMA, the same
active ingredient that is in an ecstasy tablet...so, shall I fetch you a
paying customer or not?"

   I pulled my dress off over my head and stretched out on the bed.

   "Make him wear a condom, he will pay me to use you and I'll give you
your share when you finish with him!"

   Hamet was gone for about thirty seconds and when he returned he had a
large African man with him.  Hamet pushed the man into my room and closed
the door behind him.

   I felt suddenly really small lying there on the mattress as the giant
African man towered over me.  I watched as he unzipped his trousers and
pulled them and his underpants down to his knees.  I actually sat up and
caressed his cock, the little voice in the back of my head reminded me that
I had to cover his cock in latex...fortunately one thing that the UK
education system ensured was, that every fifteen year old girl knew exactly
how to roll a condom down the nine inch long section of a broomstick that
our school had mounted on wooden stands for us.

   I rubbed his cock until it was hard and I rolled the condom down it
before dropping onto my back and opening my legs for the man.

   The giant knelt between my thighs and he fell forward, I had covered his
lips with mine, kissing him passionately as he entered me...it was the MDMA
that I'd taken earlier...I knew that but as he pounded his cock into me I
really believed that I loved him and my orgasm was massively powerful and
quick to rise.  I didn't just want his cock in me, I wanted his whole body
in mine and to try and get him in deeper, I hooked my feet over his back
and was pulling my pussy up to meet him as he was thrusting down into me,
our fucking sounded like a slow hand clap and Hamet would have no doubt
that I was enjoying my time fucking with the customer that he had chosen
for me.

   I was actually just checking my wristwatch as he started to bellow
through his climax...It had taken him just fifteen minutes to
climax...drowning my own orgasm out with his greater volume and as soon as
he bellowed out, his upper body fell on top of mine, he was gasping and
very happy for his cock to soften in my cunt, bathed in his own film of
spunk that had been captured inside the condom...Mrs Peberdy's voice came
in my ear, 'Don't let the boy rest inside you after his orgasm, get the
condom and his penis out of you as quickly as you can.  Latex has a very
short lifespan, it is only safe for a matter of minutes after the act is
complete!' And with that message ringing in my brain, I wriggled myself out
from under the big man until his cock slipped out of my cunt.

   Part of me felt sorry for him, he's paid for thirty minutes of my time
and he's filled the condom in just fifteen minutes...in my drug clouded
brain, I was willing to give him another condom and let him have another
fifteen minutes in my body but while I could easily have sex with five men
in an hour, he wouldn't get hard again for about another hour he just wiped
his cock dry and pulled his trousers up, I was still on the bed with my
legs wide open when he walked out of the room, Hamet was there and he
pushed another man into the room as soon as the African left, "Wipe between
your legs darling, as you were so quick, you can look after one more man
for me tonight before you go home!"

   I used the towel to wipe between my legs and spotted a five pound note
at the side of my head, my first customer must have left me a five pound
tip for my good work.  I welcomed the second man on top of me, again, after
rolling a condom down over his cock, I kissed him passionately and once he
started to work up a froth inside my cunt with his cock, I hooked my feet
over his lower back and pulled myself up to meet him on his way down,
driving him to his orgasm in around twenty minutes.

   I could probably have turned over three men in an hour so if I worked
hard at sex, I could turn over sixty pounds an hour.  After my second
customer left, I half expected Hamet to throw another man into the room but
he didn't, he walked in and picked up a condom and climbed on top of me
himself.  After Jay and two other men opened my cunt up, I hardly felt
Hamet's tiny cock in my body but that was okay, Jay had given me a massive
orgasm earlier and both of my paying customers had given me an orgasm each,
so I just lay there and took ten minutes of pounding on top of me from
Hamet.

   When I picked my dress up to get dressed, Hamet had put my bra and
knickers on top of my dress so at least I'd be able to get dressed properly
before facing my mother for being late home from the junior disco.

   Before I left the room I found another five pound tip from my second
customer so during the two hours or so between leaving the junior disco and
getting dressed, I'd earned ninety pounds including tips and that would
have taken me three days of full time work to earn that much...and bloody
hard work too, not just laying on my back watching a man sweating over me
for half an hour at a time, or less, if I put a little effort into the act
for myself!

   The next delivery driver that came into the shop was given ten pounds to
drop me off at home as well as an insulated bag to make a delivery in my
village while he was there.

   I followed the driver out of Hamet's shop, I would usually sit in the
back of a taxi if I were paying for one but as the driver walked up to his
car, he unlocked the front passenger door and opened it for me so I slid
into the front seat, next to the driver's seat.

   As we set off for my village, he said, "Are you one of Hamet's new
girl's?"

   "What makes you think that?"

   He chuckled a little, "Hamet only pays for a girl to get home on her
first day, usually because she's too high to walk properly...so, how many
men have you fucked tonight?"

   I smiled inwardly, the driver obviously knew what the deal was with
Hamet so I answered him rather than telling him to mind his own sodding
business, "Hamet...the two cooks and big Jay and after them, I served two
paying customers."

   "The cooks are Hamet's brothers and Jay is their cousin...what about
Sam...didn't he fuck you after Jay, he usually does!"

   'Fucking hell...there were definitely five men working in the shop but I
could only remember having sex with four of them...I never even saw the one
called Sam after I walked into the kitchen area, he was so nondescript that
once seen, he dropped right out of my head.'

   "So, you've had sex with six or seven men so far this evening..." We
slowed for the village bus as it was turning left into the first village on
its route, my village was the fourth on the route, it would take the bus
thirty minutes to get to my village's bus stop, and that was on a weekday
evening, it always took longer on a Friday and a Saturday night.  "...was
that your bus then?"

   I nodded my head.

   "So...what, we have thirty or forty minutes before you have to be home
then?"

   I nodded my head again.

   "Would you be able to take on another man tonight?"

   I looked over at him in total disbelief.

   "I've got ten pounds, five for taking you home and five for making a
delivery on Church Street, I'll give you the ten pounds for a quick knee
trembler against a wall someplace!"

   I looked to my left and then ahead along the road, "You got a condom?"

   "Always do have...got a fresh box of ten in the glove box!"

   I looked to my left again, we were passing the road into the second
village on my bus' route.

   "Up against a wall for ten pounds and the box of condoms!"

   "Deal!"

   We drove to Church Street first and the driver slipped a small plastic
bag out of the insulated delivery bag and ran up the drive, he handed over
the bag of pills to Mr Brown, he was a friend of my father's from school
and still lived in the same village.

   I didn't see any money change hands so Mr Brown was obviously a man who
paid for his drugs with a credit card over the phone.

   We drove back out onto Main Street and stopped just before the village
bus stop, I walked with the driver to the rain shelter at the bus stop and
I stood facing the wall, he just lifted the back of my dress and pulled my
knickers down, I put my forehead against the wooden side wall of the
shelter and he shuffled up behind me, I was able to look all around as he
fucked me from behind.  I could see people that I knew from my village
walking from the pub but I knew that they lived closer to the pub than the
village bus shelter so I wasn't worried about being caught out in the
shelter fucking a stranger.

   My driver took every second of his possible time fucking me, he finally
climaxed as the village bus turned into Main Street, I was left to pull my
knickers back up as the driver ran to his car, slam-dunking the used condom
in the little bin as he ran past it.  I was still sorting out the back of
my dress as the bus stopped and disgorged three passengers.  I walked home
with one of my neighbours who had been working overtime in Kettering, she
mentioned that she had left the village on the first bus at six o'clock
that morning and was only just getting home at almost ten o'clock at night,
she had pulled a twelve hour shift at her desk, "But at least the extra
forty pounds I've earned tonight will come in handy!"

   I thought, 'I'd prefer the one hundred pounds tax free for my three
hours work on my back...or standing up against a wall to four hours of hard
graft for just forty pounds less tax!'

   When I walked in home, I draped my arm over my mother's shoulder, kissed
her on her cheek and told her that I loved her.

   "Did you have a good time at the disco darling?"

   "I had a great time thanks mum, thanks for lending me the dress and
underwear."

   "Did it work...did it get the boys interested...did it help you to get
over that nasty little virginity problem that you were having?"

   I gasped and gave her my best, 'How do you know!', kind of look.

   She pointed down at the large amount of inner thigh that was on display
under the bottom hem of my borrowed dress, there was a kind of a 'V' shape
of brown that had reached the insides of my knees, obviously the outgoing
tide of several men's semen and my inner lubrication had carried part of my
maidenhead blood down my inner thighs.  I could hardly spot the line
because it was so thin but my mother had spotted it.

   "You need a bath before you go to bed...why don't you pop up now, before
your father gets home!"

   "Dad's home late...is he still at work?"

   "No, he stopped at Paul Brown's house for a drink with him on his way
home."

   I smiled to myself as I went up to bed and wondered if my dad had one of
Pau's little tablets that we had delivered to his house, just forty minutes
earlier!"