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Story title : Kate's Summer Job
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Kate's Summer Job
A true story by Kate (address anonymous)
You might remember my story that was aired on 20/20
last fall. You know the segment on college girls who
did some hooking on the side during summer break to
make ends meet. I was the tall blonde one they called
Shawna. The story they told was all hype and sound
bites, so I decided to tell my story exactly how it
really happened. It's true and I have absolutely no
regrets.
***
I was a sophomore in college, 19 years old and terribly
broke. My parents thought college was a waste of time,
not worth helping me out financially with and my grades
weren't high enough to get a full scholarship. I worked
during the school year as a cocktail waitress at a
local dive bar. Smoky, with rude male clientele, lousy
wages and crappy tips, I despised my job. Paying the
rent every month was a struggle and I dreaded tuition
time.
The week of finals I decided to try to find a lucrative
summer job, hopefully earning enough money to return to
college the next quarter. I sent in applications to
practically every employment ad in the local paper as
well as some out of state opportunities. No reply, I
just wasn't qualified to do anything other than wait
tables and serve drinks; I didn't even type well enough
to be a secretary!
After my last final, I headed off the college campus
and straight to the dank den that was my workplace. I
shuffled about from table to table, distracted by
gloomy thoughts of my future. One booth was filled
with five really rough old boys. Grizzled and already
drunk (at 4pm) they were obviously dock workers. I
grimaced at the slaps on my ass and off color remarks
as I brought them round after round of Budweiser. They
were laughing uproariously at one of the men's stories
about his recent trip to a Nevada whorehouses.
My ears perked up when he complained about the sky-high
rate that hookers were charging. "Why those nasty two
bit whores get ya for $250 just ta suck ya off!" he
exclaimed as the other men nudged and grinned at each
other. "Another god dammed $500 for some pussy!"
I wandered away from the booth, the numbers $250 and
$500 echoing in my head. I barely made $200 a week,
working full time in this dive! The bar filled up with
the after work rush and I forgot the conversation as I
rushed about the stinky place.
Back home that evening I was brushing my hair out in
front of the mirror when I remembered the dock workers
conversation. $500? It sounded like so much money! I
dropped my towel and looked critically at my young
body. I did have pretty big breasts, almost a full D
cup and I kept trim with lots of hours in the school
gym.
I wondered if men would really pay $500 to have sex
with me. I realized with horror that I was actually
considering it! What a totally insane idea, I mean I
was going to college to be a journalist and here I was
thinking about taking a summer job as a whore!
Still, as crazy as it sounded the idea kept bouncing
around in my mind. I had no luck finding a job the
next week and that left me with only one month, three
weeks before my $3500 tuition was due.
I curled up in bed late at night, depressed, expecting
that my parents were right. Might as well get married
and have a bunch of screaming brats, just like my mom.
My brain rebelled at the idea! Once again the whole
hooker idea surfaced. I reached tentatively down
between my legs and touched my pussy. I had only had
sex with two men before in my life.
One in high school, a football player who had hurt me
terribly as he took me in the back seat of his car. I
was a scared virgin and just lay there, my legs propped
up over the front seat while he pulled my panties
aside, shoved a finger in my dry pussy and then spread-
ing it, forced his dick into me. I remember crying as
he grunted and thrust in me. It really hurt and I
waited another two years before I let anyone else try
it again.
The second attempt was with a college English professor
that I had a mad crush on. He courted me and eventually
convinced me to meet him at a hotel. He was gentle and
spent a lot of time kissing and fingering my pussy. It
felt so good that I let him climb on top of me. I was
wet and he thoughtfully spread lots of lube on the
condom so when his dick slide inside me, I felt almost
no pain. We had several sexual trysts before I dis-
covered he was a married man with kids barely younger
than I was! Since then I had been on lots of dates but
never let any of the guys get what they wanted.
My fingers rubbed gently at my moist pussy lips. I
slipped one finger inside. I was so tight that I
couldn't imagine letting lots of different men put
their dicks in me. But I really, really, really needed
that money. I decided to call one of the whorehouses
in the morning, just to check it out. With that final
though I fell asleep.
The next day I must have picked up the phone and slam-
med it back down a thousand times before I actually had
the courage to place a call to a real Nevada whorehouse.
I found a listing for them in the yellow pages, a big
bold ad proclaiming that they were the "Best in the
West!"
One ring and a women's voice answered "Good afternoon,
this is Western Paradise Ranch, how may I help you?"
I sat paralyzed for a few seconds and then practically
whispered "uh, I'm interested in employment..."
"What type of employment?" she asked in a snooty tone.
I lost my nerve and hung up. After downing a coke, I
returned to the yellow pages and scanned the adult
entertainment section. A small, humble ad caught my
eye, "Good service and reasonable rates. Cowboys
welcome. The Gold Mine," it proclaimed. I took a
deep steadying breath and dialed the phone number.
"Yello, Gold Mine," said a gravely woman's voice with
a strong western accent.
"Um, hi," I nervously said.
"Speak up honey," she growled "what can I do for
y'all?"
I worked up the nerve to say in my most professional
voice "I was wondering if you might be hiring?" The
woman cackled "sure am darlin, but ya'll know this here
is a whorehouse?"
"Um yes ma'am," I stammered.
"Well, one of our girls done left us last week and we
could use another to take her room. We ain't got no
use for hoity toity city gals, this is a working girls
house. We got us strict rules and plenty of clients
that need taking care of. Now if y'all is still
interested, tell me what ya look like."
I took another deep breath and replied, "I do under-
stand that this is a serious position and I can assure
you that I am a good worker. Lots of men find me very
attractive and I am sure that I could handle the job."
The old woman began to laugh and said, "Honey, you
sound like a nice enough gal and we'd be sure glad to
have ya but we'll have to see if you can handle this
type of work, sounds like ya ain't got no experience.
Course, all the experience you need is to be a woman.
Let me give you directions on how to get here."
And with that my adventure was launched. I spent
another two days in deliberation, pacing my cramped
apartment, wrestling with my morals. In the end, I
decided to just drive out and take a look at the place;
after all, I didn't have to stay.
Five hours on a desert freeway and I was filled with
nervous tension the whole damn way. I finally found
the turn off and headed up a dusty dirt road to a
lavender colored, three-story house. The thing looked
like a classic old western bordello. Hideous, peeling
lavender paint and western flourishes made the place
look like the set of a Clint Eastwood movie. I climbed
self consciously out of my old Honda and adjusted my
matching, linen skirt suit. Filled with a sort of
desperate resolve, I marched up the front porch and
knocked on the thick oak door.
It was flung open almost immediately and a short, fat
older woman with a face like dried cowhide filled the
entrance. She looked me up and down before opening her
mouth and displaying several gold teeth. "Mornin
darlin, either you're the new gal or one of those damn
government inspectors."
"I'm the new girl, I spoke with you on the phone
several days ago." I said in my brightest tone while
flashing a phony smile. My heart was jumping in my
chest like a psychotic grasshopper.
"Well, let me show ya around and then ya can get
settled in. The gals all call me Mamma Betty."
Mamma Betty waddled down the hall in jeans around five
sizes too small and a faded purple blouse stretched to
its limit over enormous sagging breasts. I noticed the
thick burgundy carpet and antique wallpaper covered
with gold-framed newspaper clippings from the early
1900's. Burgundy, plush purples, velvet, gild and oak
overwhelmed every inch of the house. It looked like
an overzealous interior design student had been told
to decorate a real old western whorehouse and to make
it look as much as possible like a den of sin. Oddly
enough there were also little ceramic pig statues
crammed onto every surface.
We entered a large room, sort of a main lounge. Several
bored looking women were draped on various couches,
most of them in curlers and bathrobes. "Listen up
ladies, this here is the new gal, y'all be damn nice to
her till she gets broke in ya hear!" Mamma Betty
growled at the disinterested whores.
One of the women, a thin platinum blond in her mid-
thirties, gave me a once over and said, "You don't
look like you've got experience, what'd your husband
kick you out or your daddy?" She daid before giving a
harsh laugh.
"Actually I'm a student and this is my summer job," I
replied trying not to run out of the house in sheer
panic.
"Well, good luck little miss brains, hope you can
handle your share of the work," She sneered before
lighting up a menthol cigarette.
Mamma Betty ushered me through the rest of the house
which read just like a bad western novel. Tacky décor
and seven whores. Only two were pretty, the rest
looked hard and old. I was definitely the youngest
one in the place. She led me up a set of wide stairs
and guided me through a door, into what was to be my
room. It was decorated in the same theme as the rest
of the house and featured a huge, four poster bed
which took up the majority of the room. Mamma Betty
flopped down on the side of the bed and patted it with
satisfaction. "Well gal, this here's your office. Why
don't ya go get yer stuff and make yerself at home.
The gentlemen don't start rolling in till bout 9pm."
I walked out to my car in a daze. I couldn't believe
I was going through with this. The surrealism of the
house and its occupants helped me to calmly move my
measly belongings into the room as though becoming a
whore was something I did every day. I discovered all
kinds of odd things in the room. Dildos, flavored
lubricants, handcuffs on the bedposts, and other things
I wasn't sure what they were used for.
Mamma Betty called me down and explained to me the
"rules" of the house. I was given a list of rates for
various services, for which I would receive 50% of the
fee as well as room and board. I was told that when
men came, us girls would have to line up in the main
lounge. The men could then choose which girl they
wanted and work out a deal for the price. I would not
be allowed to turn down any man that chose me unless I
had had another engagement in the last twenty minutes.
Since the house was touted as being the most "full
service" brothel around, we were expected to perform
all sex acts except for those that might cause per-
manent injury or were illegal.
Mamma Betty negotiated the price and the services for
us, we only needed to perform. She ran down a list of
the type of requests that were common and when I
blanched at some, she frowned. She warned me that
disobedience was not tolerated and I would be expected
to enthusiastically participate in anything that the
men wanted.
I wasn't even sure what some of the sex acts she
referred to were but I smiled and nodded like it was
obvious. Mamma Betty came right out and asked if I
had ever had anal sex before. My face turned bright
pink and I shook my head no. She told me that many
of the clients would want that and I had better get
used to it fast. I just kept that phony smile
plastered on my face as she droned on. Finally she
said, "That's just about all, if ya understand then
go up to yer room and get a quick rest before its
workin time. Tonight bein Friday, we should see quite
a bit of business." And slapping me on the ass, she
strode off.
I sat in my room in disbelief. In a few short hours I
was going to let a man pay money and use my body to do
whatever he wanted. I alternately paced the floor and
sat on the bed, twisting my hands with a cold hard
knot in my stomach. At 7pm one of the girls brought
me up some dinner and told me to start getting ready.
Her name was Carol, one of the two pretty girls, and
she gave me a sympathetic smile along with some quick
advice, "Don't you worry, the first time is the
hardest. Why after that it's an easy way to make a
good living! It can even be fun."
I was to scared to eat but I did take a shower and put
on some scented lotion. I brushed out my hair and care-
fully applied a bit of mascara and light lipstick. I
wore my sexiest white lace panties and bra with a
short, flowered sundress and strappy sandals.
Mamma Betty pounded on my door and told me to come on
downstairs. I took a final look at my self and almost
fainted with apprehension. The sundress showed off my
tan, lean legs and cut low over my breasts. I quickly
put on a dab of a flowery perfume before opening the
door and heading out to the stairs.
I paused for a moment to collect myself and then walked
down to the main lounge. All the girls were already
there, in sexy lingerie, most with breasts totally
exposed! They glanced at me and giggled. They wore
lots of makeup, big hair and stiletto type heels.
Mamma Betty bustled up to me and said, "Never you mind
them, ya look spectacular and I know you're gonna be a
very popular gal with our clients. Just sit down and
wait, they'll be arrivin any time now."
I slumped onto a nearby couch next to Carol and
concentrated on staring at the floor. Minutes passed,
the cigarette smoke started to bother me. Then the
doorbell rang and I nearly jumped through the ceiling.
Mamma Betty ushered in a man and snapping her fingers
at us said, "Line up girls, don't make the nice gentle-
man wait. Lookie who it is, Mr. Jones back to pay us
a visit!"
The whores slowly roused themselves and moved into a
loose line. I could barely stand my knees were so
weak but I managed to place myself in between the
platinum blond, who glared daggers at me and
sympathetic Carol. Carol whispered to me "Don't
smile at this guy, he is not a nice man. We call him
roughrider and none of us girls likes to get him!"
This was far from reassuring.
I slouched down and looked fixedly at the floor. I
did steal one glance at Mr. Jones. He was a very
large man, maybe 6'2 and around 280 pounds. Big broad
shoulders and heavy muscles nearly hid his massive beer
gut. He had a purple scar down one cheek, deep set
eyes and a mean twist to his mouth. He ran his eyes
over the line of women like he was looking over ranch
stock. "Who's the new girl," he growled in a low voice.
Mamma Betty beckoned me forward and said, "Why just got
her in today, ain't she a beauty! I knew you would
pick her, just yer type and fresh to boot!" Mr. Jones
took a step closer to me and I could smell the whiskey
on his breath. "She is a pretty thing," he said, his
cold eyes running up and down me. "Let's talk Betty and
bring the girl."
Mamma Betty and Mr. Jones headed out into the hallway.
I followed, dragging my feet in silence. Mamma Betty
started to haggle with Mr. Jones about prices when
suddenly he whirled around and grabbed me. "I'm not
striking no deal until I get a chance to sample the
merchandise," he shot at her. I started to struggle
out of sheer reflex as he pressed me up against the
wall. "Got some fight too, she really is new ain't
she?" he muttered as he roughly hiked my dress up and
fumbled between my legs.
I gasped as his fingers found the edge of my panties
and slid underneath them. He kicked my legs apart and
pushed his forefinger deep into my pussy. I squirmed
and started to cry as he twisted and plunged his finger
deep into me. Mamma Betty leaned over to give me a
hard look, "You behave now gal! The man's only checking
ya out!"
"I'll take her Betty. Damn little wildcat ought a be
fun and I wanna be the first man to bust her tight
little pussy!" With that he reached with one hand into
his pocket, handed Mamma Betty a wad of cash and grab-
bing me by the arm, dragged me up the stairs.
He pushed me through the door and onto my bed. I knew
that this was what I had volunteered to do but reason
left me and I fought like crazy as he got on top of me.
He slapped me hard, stunning me into momentary submis-
sion. "Now you listen here you little bitch. You're a
whore and I am gonna fuck that little pussy of yours
till ya scream! You understand me? I paid a hell of a
lot of money and I'm gonna have my way with you. I
don't mind roughen you up a bit so don't ya give me
any trouble."
He pulled off my dress and ripped away my bra. I lay
still as he began mauling my breasts, squeezing them
and pinching the nipples. He was heavy on top of me
and I could feel a huge hard bulge digging into my
thigh. He started to suck on my nipples, biting them
until they hurt. His huge hands slid across my belly.
One cupped my ass and the other delved under my panties
and rasped across my pussy lips. He pushed my thighs
roughly apart and spitting on his finger, thrust it
inside of me. I gasped again as I felt his thick,
callused finger entering me.
"It's gonna hurt you when I fuck you whore, your pussy
is so tight that my finger barely fits." He said,
grinning like crazy and working his finger harder.
My gasps and moans of pain seemed to get him even more
excited. He reached over to the bedside drawers and
pulled out a bottle of lubricant. Pouring a copious
amount onto his hand, he held my legs firmly apart,
pressed me down and plunged two fingers into my poor
little pussy. They slid in smoothly due to the lube
but my cunt was stretched farther then ever before.
The pressure made it bulge obscenely. He laughed at my
distress and started to fuck me hard with his fat
fingers.
After a few moments, he got up to pull off his shirt
and jeans. He was a truly ugly man with scars and
thick corded muscle all over his hairy body. I stared
at his massive cock in disbelief. It stood a full 10
inches long and was at least three inches in diameter.
He acknowledged my terrified look with an evil smirk
and began to slowly stroke the huge thing while
positioning him self over me.
As his heavy belly rested on me, I felt the head of
his giant dick nudge up between my legs. He reached
down and started to pull my panties off. I went crazy
and knew I had to get away before he put that thing in
me. I screamed and punched him while struggling madly
toward the edge of the bed.
"Bitch!" he exclaimed, "Now I'm gonna teach you a
lesson!" He grabbed my arms and slapped my face while
pinning me to the bed. I didn't care, I just kept on
squirming, kicking and screaming. He hit me several
more times and gave my breasts vicious pinches. One
of his hands found my pussy again and he used his
weight to hold me down while he jammed his fingers in
me as hard as he could. I screamed and tried to
squirm away but he was too strong and too heavy.
He painfully twisted both my arms behind my back and
flipped me over onto my stomach. I struggled help-
lessly as he pulled aside my panties and spread my
legs wide open. I felt his hard cock press against my
bare pussy lips. Then he thrust forward and buried
the head of his cock into my tight cunt.
I screamed so loud that he put one hand over my mouth
while pushing hard at my pussy. His cock went deeper
in with each thrust and my pussy felt stretched beyond
what I though was possible. I was sure he was ripping
me apart. He let go of my mouth and used both hands
to grasp my hips for leverage. With one final rough
thrust, his cock sank its entire length deep inside
me.
I was gasping for air as he rested his enormous bulk
on my back, savoring the tightness of my cunt gripping
his shaft. I could feel every inch of his huge dick
spreading my pussy wide, filling it and quivering
inside me.
"You like that bitch? Beg me to fuck you." He growled
in my ear. I whimpered and he ground his cock into me.
"Say it now whore, beg me to fuck you hard!"
"Please fuck me," I sobbed as he started sliding his
long shaft in and out of my sore cunt.
"Do you want it hard little whore? Ask me, beg me
now!" he grunted, pushing down on me hard.
"Yes, yes," I groaned in pain. "fuck me hard."
He began to pull his dick all the way out and then
plunge it back in. I was groaning and squirming as
the head of his cock hit my womb with every thrust.
Luckily the lubricant made his cock slide in and out
smoothly and helped my inexperienced pussy stretch.
He got a steady rhythm going and slammed me from behind
with all his weight. My pussy hurt terribly but the
sesation of being completely filled sent warm thrills
up my body. I started to get really wet and his cock
slid easily into me. He was grunting and fucking me
as hard as he could, fat belly smashing me to the bed
and whiskey breath in my ear. He wrapped one of his
hands around my left tit and rolled my nipple between
his harsh fingers. His other hand slid between us and
found its way between my ass cheeks.
Then I felt his fingers smearing pussy juice around my
asshole and then poking at its entrance. I had never
been touched there and tried to clamp my ass shut but
the constant fucking and his weight left me spread
open. I froze in shock as one of his fingers violated
me, pushing inside my ass, exploring the tight crevice.
He kept on plunging his massive cock deep in me and
planted a firm finger in my rectum. Suddenly I came
for the first time in my life from another's exertions!
Shudders ran through my body, I moaned loudly and my
pussy convulsed around the shaft embedded in it.
"You liking this little whore? Feel that finger in your
ass. I knew you were a nasty little bitch at heart.
Now here's what your gonna do. I'm gonna lay back on
the bed and your gonna get on top of me and fuck me
however I tell you to until I cum! Don't try any more
of that wildcat stuff cause I'll just whup your ass
and make you do it anyway."
I nodded my head and moaned, and he pulled his dick
out of me. I knew that it was no use fighting. He
rolled over on his back and guided me to kneel above
his huge cock. He positioned it between my cunt lips
and then told me sit down until it was all the way
inside me.
I slowly lowered myself onto him, feeling him slid
inside my sore pussy, stretching it painfully out. He
got impatient and grabbing my hips, pushed me all the
way down. I gasped and spread my legs wider.
Then I started to work up and down, impaling my cunt
on his glistening shaft. He reached around me and
shoved a finger roughly up my ass. I couldn't help
cumming again as I moved up and down, my pussy filled
with cock, my asshole crammed with a callused finger.
My cunt muscles gripped his shaft and I felt it grow
even thicker. Then he grabbed my hips and slammed him
self deep into me as he came gushing into my swollen
pussy.
He rolled off me and got dressed.
I lay curled up in a ball on the corner of the bed, my
pussy throbbing. He threw a few hundred-dollar bills
down next to me. "Here's an extra tip for ya honey.
That was some damn good fucking and you can be sure
I'll be coming back for more," and with that he strode
out of the room.
I lay perfectly still for a few minutes, then I reached
down to gingerly touch my wet, sore pussy. I felt a
wave of pleasure as I let me fingers linger between my
legs. I knew that I should feel horribly violated or
at least angry but I didn't.
Instead I wanted it again! I wanted a man to fuck me
as hard as he could; however he wanted. My whole body
felt supercharged with pleasure and the lightest caress
of my breasts or cunt made me shiver.
To top it off, Mr. Jones had left a three hundred-
dollar tip, which added to what Mamma Betty owed me
would amount to $575, in less than an hour! I cleaned
up, straightened the bed and got pretty again. Then I
headed downstairs hoping to find another client
waiting.
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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